@lovelynim ty for always helping me the way you can and sometimes you can't. I appreciate your friendship lots and I hope you don't forget me and go to my burial to get my files.
Ohh yea the 2024 art dump i forgot to put here 💔 mainly because most of it is from Tumblr already but some other random unposted stuff made it in too ! (OC drafts, school work, gifts, not much tks but its still something :> )
So are you really not going to post any art anymore?
Honestly you were one of my favorite fetish artists, since I really liked your art style and it's hard to find good artists that do female x male feet (that don't draw kids for some reason -_-) and I really liked some of the characters and scenarios you did like the ones based on rps
If not I understand, since I also have been drawing for years, but have just found it harder and harder to actually get through a drawing as time has gone on, and I'll spend hours on one and just not finish it
Either way, best of luck and hope you're doing well
(and if you have any suggestions for other similar artists to follow, I'd appreciate it lol)
Aaaaauh im afraid to say "Yeah I'm done permanently" bc I don't know when I'll feel "better", but for now? Definitely not drawing/writing at the moment 💔 it really sucks bc I'm still blowing up my notes app with new ideas and OCs!(+reworking existing ones lol) But I just cant do anything with them yet :')
But thank you so much for checking in!! I'm doing pretty good outside of all that, and I hope you are too! 🫡💜
(Godd I wish I had recommendations but im way too picky about the tk art that I like 😭 but if any other artists want to advertise in the replies or smth go right ahead!!)
Softlaunched this on twt?? Weeks ago and Didn't feel a motivation hit afterwards so I think I'm in the clear to say it fully -
I give up yall 😭😭 im really not an artist I just have an overactive imagination + art supplies 💀 i like the communities n stuff but the actual drawing process is like. Walking thru sewage and fire sorryyyy
Content: Tickling, foot massages, pinning down/restraining, magic(? demon powers or some shit), Sebastian is the only character in this, Ciel and the servants are mentioned, OOC Sebastian (? maybe)
Summary: For the first time in a millennium, Sebastian finds himself completely and utterly drained after an entire day of sprinting around performing endless tasks. After deciding to engage in a little leisure for once, Sebastian decides to put his demon abilities to good use in order to fulfill his personal requests. He ends up getting something far different that what he’d initially expected. (Lee!Sebastian)
As much as a hundred years can seem like a blink of an eye, a single day could still feel like an eternity.
Sebastian firmly shut the door behind him, having to force his sore lower limbs to carry him over to his bed. Usually, even at this hour, he’d be still out and about, keeping watch of any intruders bold enough to step foot in the manor. That or he’d be occupying himself with other evening tasks; dishes that needed to be done, sweeping the hallway floors, anything else to prepare for the busy morning that would follow suit.
During this particular time on this particular night, however, just thinking about performing any physical activity made the human vessel he called a body ache.
He wasn’t proud to admit it, of course, as doing so just left the bitter taste of defeat and degradation on his tongue. Sure, it was natural to wear oneself out after a day of work, servant or otherwise.
But Sebastian was not natural nor was he ever built to be, human butler persona aside.
Honestly, though, masquerading as both Jeremy Rathbone and his own corpse was a walk in the park in comparison to this entire day of endless affliction.
The events predating this moment weren’t too out-of-the-ordinary. At least, they weren’t unlike the usual events that went down inside the Phantomhive manor. A few days ago, his young master had invited a few fellow aristocrats for afternoon tea. When the weekend finally rolled around, the servants were assigned very simple tasks: trimming the hedges in the garden, setting the table, and cooking a meal for the guests. Sebastian had already prepared himself for the inevitable disasters that were bound to unwind whenever those three were asked to do anything, yet even a perceptive being such as himself had not foreseen the unraveling of a string of mishaps that just did not seem to end.
From Mey Rin flooding the laundry room, to Finnian inadvertently decapitating the hedge statue he was trimming, to Bardroy burning the dessert jelly. And this all occurred simultaneously when the carriage was approaching the estate. Had he been a mere mortal, Sebastian wouldn’t even be able to repair the damage those fools have caused before opening the carriage door to escort the guests.
And yet things still kept happening, to the point where the butler found himself constantly sprinting from place to place in a desperate attempt to mend the issues at hand; shattered chinaware in the hallway, explosion in the kitchen, the goddamn garden is on goddamn fire. At one point, Sebastian was forced to book it all the way to the marketplace to pick up a key spice (that Bardroy obviously forgot to pick up during yesterday’s shopping) for tonight’s lobster curry. In the span of three minutes. All while keeping the guests oblivious to what was going on behind their backs. (Sebastian could recall at least three instances where this was more literal than figurative.)
This lasted until their departure at around 8:30 PM.
It was currently 9:47.
He’d just put the young master to bed.
Sebastian discarded his tailcoat and removed his vest, making sure to fold both of them neatly. Rubbing his aching temple with a gloved hand, he plodded towards his bed and seated himself, sighing heavily upon finally being able to grant himself respite from walking, let alone standing.
His footwear came off next, his shoes slipping off with ease while his socks were peeled off and folded in the same fashion as his tailcoat and vest. As a servant waiting on his master hand and foot, he was never to be seen performing his duties without shoes on. What kind of a butler would he be if he did? They were an important part of his dress code after all. The thing was, he rarely had any real reason to even take them off. The same applied to the rest of his butler attire. As a demon, sleep was just not a habitual part of his day-to-day routine. Thus, he never had to change into any sleepwear. He didn’t even have sleepwear. Because why in the world would he?
Either way, Sebastian rarely (if ever) laid his eyes upon his own bare feet.
Even before he made a contract with his master, he always walked around in a pair of black-as-night stiletto heels. He never had any reason to take those off either. Oh how he missed wearing them.
Sebastian rested his feet atop the bedsheets, taking in the elusive feeling of flexing his bare toes in the open air.
Despite all the walking he did and the fact that he practically never took his footwear off, not a single callus or rough spot besmirched the pale, smooth skin of his soles and toes. They looked as if they’d never even touched Earth before, the dainty digits being adorned with neatly trimmed black nails that flaunted a demon’s contract with their master. It was hard to believe they were capable of feats such as running at breakneck speed or even smashing solid stone given their… rather feminine appearance.
Even so… would it truly be an unruly request, Sebastian wondered, to have them touched at least once in a while?
To have them gently caressed by a nimble set of fingers that prodded and pressed into each pressure point?
Sebastian wasn’t one to ask for personal favors. Not from his master, or from anyone. His job was to fulfill requests, it would be rather unbecoming of him to ask anyone to do something for his own pleasure.
But a massage did sound extremely tempting right about now.
Even if he were bold enough to ask someone, there was no one he could ask. His young master as well as the servants were all in bed, slumbering soundly. To arouse them and ask for a foot massage would not only be vexatious but also quite humiliating.
Perhaps…
Deciding that now was the time to stop pondering and start acting, Sebastian got up and strolled towards the door, locking it firmly. He made sure to apply an incantation that soundproofed the room as he walked back to the bed and sat down upon it.
This was only going to take, at most, fifteen minutes. He couldn’t keep any unoccupied tasks waiting, after all.
His scarlet eyes ablaze, Sebastian concentrated long and hard on his abilities, focusing on his personal cravings, his deepest desire…
The room darkened further. Despite that, Sebastian could see a pitch black orb forming in front of him. Within seconds, it began to morph, growing one, two, three, four… five appendages with claw-like nails at the end.
Sebastian gave a satisfied smirk at his creation.
A hand.
An inky black disembodied hand hovered in front of him.
Within moments, a second one materialized right beside the first.
His smirk widened. Perfect.
These weren’t any sort of entity he’d summoned from the Underworld or elsewhere. As a matter of fact, this was not an entity at all, but rather a figment. An extension of himself, made of the same demonic matter as his true form. Something that he could manipulate to his whim without any issues.
Sebastian eyed the hands, both of them silently waiting for whatever task he had for them, ready to comply and serve.
It was finally time for the butler to experience being the master for once.
He turned onto his front, laying both feet onto a nearby pillow, both soles facing up. “Get to it,” he told the hands, flexing his toes.
As soon as this was over, he’d be back on his feet like he never had any signs of infirmity in the first place.
With that, the hands reached out, one occupying each foot. They began tenderly rubbing both his feet, slowly dragging their clawtips up and down his bare soles. From his heel to the undersides of his toes, which would twitch occasionally.
Sebastian shut his eyes, feeling a slight shiver in his lower limbs. It wasn’t a pair of clammy, callused human hands rubbing his feet for him. It was not the fleshy warmth of a living mortal nor was it the sickly iciness of a corpse. Yet they still had a slight, cobwebby stickiness to them. It was so slight that Sebastian could easily ignore it, however.
What he couldn’t ignore was how agonizingly gentle these hands were with his feet. Instead of firmly pressing and rubbing their fingers into his pressure points to soothe them, they let their claw-like nails barely graze against his skin. They slowly traced along his soles, spidering and skittering along his arches.
It was enough to make Sebastian squirm and jolt, unable to keep still for even a second. He kept shifting his feet, often trying to cover one foot with the other, all while pressing his face into the pillow to muffle the embarrassing noises that would occasionally break through his forcibly restrained lips…
The butler’s body jolted one last time, before he quickly and abruptly sat upward to turn and glower at his masseurs. The disembodied hands promptly froze in mid-air, as if they were caught in the midst of an attempt to sneak inside a cookie jar before dinner. Sebastian furrowed his brow at the duo, before eventually going limp again, deciding it would be better to lay on his back.
The hands soon resumed their work. Sebastian closed his eyes once more and let out a soft exhale of relief, both at the more soothing stimulation and the fact that he’d managed to conceal the embarrassingly pink hue that dusted his normally pale face…
Several minutes passed, the only sound disrupting the dead silence of the room being Sebastian’s soft groans as the hands kept rubbing. He’d still occasionally jolt whenever they either lightly tweaked at his toes or dug into his arches, nearly retracting his feet in the process. Once the shock wore off, they’d ease themselves back into their relaxed positions, allowing more tender touches and caresses.
Sebastian would occasionally open one eye to sternly monitor the hands’ ministrations, retreating back into his blissful state once he was sure that no cheeky business would ensue with them.
…He had to admit though, it was growing a bit dull. He wasn’t sure why he was still unsatisfied despite the care and attention he was receiving in return for his hard work for once. Perhaps since he’s gone this long without having his feet touched, he was hoping for his first time to be a bit more…
What was the word? More…
Sebastian’s train of thought was derailed when a single claw swiftly trailed down the arch of his left foot.
A noise slipped past his lips, piercing through the dead atmosphere of the night. If anyone were to ask him, Sebastian would simply play it off as a simple gasp or yelp of surprise, of simply being caught off-guard and nothing more.
Objectively, however, it would be more proper to describe it as a squeak.
He once again attempted to withdraw his feet, only to feel one of the hands swiftly grabbing at his left ankle, causing his breath to hitch.
Sebastian felt his fingers gripping at the bedsheets beneath him as he stared the hands down. Despite their lack of eyes, he felt as if they were staring back at him. Taunting him.
Especially the one that was reaching to touch his foot again.
“Don’t even think about attempting,” the butler warned coldly, cursing himself for being unable to conceal the stutter in his voice. “Don’t—”
Sebastian shrieked
as the cheeky index finger lightly wiggled against his sole, attempting to pull his foot out of the tight restraint to no avail. He curled his toes, which only prompted the appendage to lightly scratch at the tips of his soft, dainty digits. Wiggling his toes didn’t help fend off the assault either, as it only invited the fingers to invade the spaces underneath as well as in-between them.
“S-Stop that!” he scolded, his voice suddenly a much higher pitch than he’d intended for it to come out. That and it was hard to properly play the role of the authority figure when you were smiling like a damn buffoon. Why was he smiling? This was supposed to be an unwinding experience, not childish entertainment! He had other things to accomplish, for pity’s sake! “Y-You’re supposed to be massaging me! I assigned you this task so I can recuperate and return to my duties!” he managed, cringing at how he sounded like a squeaking, whimpering puppy. (Oh how he hated dogs.) “I’ve no time for any more games! Cease this foolish behavior at once, I tell you!”
Sebastian wasn’t sure why he was expecting at least some sort of reply. Hands couldn’t speak, of course. He supposed it was rather foolish behavior on his own part to expect them to listen, for they continued like he didn’t register his demands. “Talk to the hand,” indeed.
“No! No!” His protests rose in both volume and pitch as that one finger was suddenly accompanied by another, both of them walking up from his heel to his toes before delicately sliding down the sole of his foot and repeating the process. Up and down, up and down…
They were hardly even touching him, just barely grazing his foot with the tips of their claw-like nails, never even trying to apply any more pressure. Yet Sebastian found himself twitching and writhing like a helpless overturned cockroach, eyes wide and his body quivering with the occasional squeak that left his involuntarily grinning lips.
The fingers eventually—eventually—withdrew, allowing Sebastian, who’d been gritting his teeth the entire time, to fully regain his composure. He exhaled, relieved that the weight of humiliation had finally been lifted off his shoulders.
It was over.
Yet, for some reason, he was not satisfied.
Was it because he’s been wasting his time getting rudely poked and prodded on his feet instead of having them massaged?
…Not exactly.
It took a good few moments for the demon butler to be able to even glance over at the shadowy hands, and he had to practically force his neck to properly look in their direction.
“...Why did you st—aaaaaahahahahahaha!” Sebastian once again found himself unable to complete his sentence (although a part of him considered himself fortunate that he was spared from such a moment) as the hands launched a full-scale attack on his foot. Like a burst pipe, helpless laughter abruptly spewed from his mouth and flooded the room as the hands lightly scratched at his pretty sole. “Wait! Wahahahait!” he commanded, no, pleaded. “W-Wait just a moment—!” Just as soon as he was able to get his words out, Sebastian dissolved into more cackling fits, as if he was a poor drowning mortal getting dragged back down into the depths after resurfacing just long enough to cry for help.
Sebastian knew better than to do that, obviously. Even if he were to try and call for assistance in this frankly harmless but also humiliating position, no one would hear him. Honestly, he didn’t want them to.
It would be highly unsuitable for him to beg for someone to save him. It would leave a major mark on his reputation.
It was as simple as that.
There was no other reason.
After all, why else would he go as far as to soundproof his own room?
Screaming and yelling could do nothing for Sebastian, and neither did flexing, curling, or wiggling his toes. The hands just kept double teaming his foot, scratching the arch, the heel, every single inch of his toes, not even the top of his foot was safe from a quick skitter of those nimble fingers.
“T-This is unorthodox!” Sebastian was squealing now, his toes having been grabbed and held together by one of the hands while the other decided to skritch at the tips of the digits with an index finger. The butler kicked his free leg spasmodically in erratic directions, occasionally pounding his foot against the bed mattress.
Intentional or not, it was a way of saying, “come get me.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched when the tickling (yes, it took him this long to properly acknowledge it as that) abruptly halted once more, and he felt those shadowy hands firmly grasp at each of his ankles, holding them in place. Being a demon with an infinite amount of respiratory stamina, he didn’t have to worry much about oxygen. That didn’t mean he couldn’t at least appreciate the break from all that madness…
…but all breaks come to an end eventually.
“Wh-” Sebastian’s body went completely rigid when he felt a set of those shadowy fingertips tapping rhythmically against his toes, at the same pace as one tapping their foot against the floor when waiting for something.
But both of the hands were already occupied with his ankles? Who…? What—
The tapping on his digits continued, picking up pace as if getting impatient. So he forced himself to look… downward…
Instead of two hands, he saw four.
A second pair of hands had materialized right before his restrained feet.
“...J-Just where did you come from?!” he inquired, his tone a mixture of disbelief and anxiety.
Once again, no verbal response. Again, hands couldn’t speak. Instead the fingers curled like serpents about to strike their prey.
He was their prey.
Boldly and foolishly deciding to take the risk of having his dignity shatter apart once more, Sebastian opened his mouth. “H-Hold on, pleeeeeeeheheheheheheease!” A shrill squeal tore through his throat as he felt those damned start to frantically skitter run up and down each of his soles, their movements in flawless tandem.
He wasn’t even granted the reprieve of being able to kick his legs this time, both being ankles firmly pinned against the bed. Sebastian had to admit, he had greatly underestimated the sheer strength of these hands. Was it because they manifested his strength due to being made from the same matter as him? Most likely.
Those fingers kept scribbling and skittering along both of his soles; up and down, heel to toes, leaving not one single millimeter unstimulated. Not even the tops of his feet were spared from such generous treatment. They didn’t forget about those deadly spaces in-between his toes either, each little scratch in those areas eliciting uncharacteristically hysterical screams from the demon butler.
As if that wasn’t enough for Sebastian (it wasn’t), they somehow managed to take the tickling even further.
The hands attacking his feet began to drop in pace; almost slowing to a stop, Almost.
Yet Sebastian’s laughter was only going to keep increasing from there.
The very tips of the fingers seemed to split and grow into tendrils that slithered, stroked, and scribbled along the smooth pale skin of his foot. Tiny little black tendrils that rippled across his arches, traced the edges of his heels, and wormed their way into the tiny, inconspicuous spaces between his toes no matter how much he wiggled and curled them.
They were like tree branches that proudly stood attached to their limbs, swaying in the wind and flickering against the sky.
They were like tree roots that plunged deep under the soil, each one firmly digging into the earth to claim its territory.
Any dignity and composure Sebastian would’ve had left was surely unsalvageable at this point; he cackled, squealed, screamed, and thrashed against the bedsheets, unable to pull his ankles free from the iron-grip of his own creation.
The funny thing about all of this was that only his ankles were restrained, not his wrists. If his hands were free, why couldn’t he put a stop to it? Frankly, he could’ve. It simply just hadn’t crossed his mind at the time.
It was as simple as that.
There was no other reason.
After all, just what other explanation could there possibly be?
It was exactly five minutes later that the hands sensed that Sebastian was growing tired (actually, ‘bored’ would be a far more suitable term) of the constant feet tickles, and released both his ankles, finally allowing him to retract them.
Sebastian flexed his toes and pressed his soles into the soft comfort of the bedsheets, as if he didn’t truly believe they’d actually stopped. He swore he could still feel those tingly sensations on his bare skin…
Sebastian could recall far more times where he’d been a giver than a receiver to such sensations, but… he had been tickled before. Or at the very least, he assumed that he’s already experienced it at least once. Really, it was quite difficult to narrow down and pinpoint an exact moment in your life when you’ve existed for more than a thousand years.
It wasn’t something he experienced very often; he very rarely had the opportunity to do so, if ever. Yet he always had a lingering curiosity about it that never really went away even after so many centuries. He was curious about many things in the human dimension, sure, but for some odd reason, the subject of tickling often had a stronger than usual grasp on him…
No one knew that, of course. No one but himself.
Sebastian was then jolted out of his thoughts when he felt his button-up shirt being rolled up. These hands had no patience for undoing pesky buttons it seemed…
“N-Now, wait just a moment,” he stuttered, his lips curved into a twitchy, nervous smile—for hell’s sake why the devil was he still smiling?. “S-Surely, I’ve been spoiled plenty enough now. I cannot see any reason why we should continue this any… further…”
Was that convincing enough? he wondered. Could these stubbornly persistent appendages even be convinced?
They weren’t.
“R-Really, I’d like to—” A finger pressed up against his lips, drawing away after a few moments to teasingly trace the skin underneath his lower jaw, making the demon shiver and clench his teeth.
“...I don’t see where you’re going with this,” he managed, ignoring the heat pooling in his cheeks. “I can honestly assure you that I am a hundred percent satisfied—”
One of the hands crossed its middle and index finger, the one beside it pointing directly at Sebastian.
“Wh—no, I’m not being dishonest!” He gave them an offended scoff. “My young master strictly prohibits me from being dishonest! You’re well aware of that.”
Sebastian knew very well he was being dishonest right now, though; his young master was the only individual he was prohibited from lying to. It was one of the primary rules of his contract with the thirteen-year-old mortal.
But his young master wasn’t here, of course.
Just him.
Just him and these… these forsaken hands… that he conjured up.
That were a part of his true, demonic self and therefore knew each and every one of his personal desires.
That knew full well what he really, truly wanted.
“Ah-!” Sebastian gasped out upon feeling two of the four hands pin both his wrists getting grabbed and pinned down above his head. The other pair wasted no time poking and prodding at his now exposed sides, gently tracing up and down the elegant contours of his pale figure from his waist to his ribs, occasionally catching him off-guard with a random squeeze.
“Oh my word…” he whispered, his body quivering with anticipation and barely restrained laughter. “T-This feels—”
Those restrained peals of laughter soon came tumbling out once they really started kneading his sides, lightly digging and dancing their claws against the soft, pristine skin. “Ahahahaha~! H-Hold on! Please, no, don’t—!” he protested, this time his tone being far more playful than attempting to sound annoyed. “T-That’s an incredibly sensitive area, that is!”
His laughter increased when he felt those fingers crawling onto the surface of his midriff, his eyes practically bulging out while his body arched itself off the bed. “Ahahahaha~! My goodness, T-That’s even wohohohorse~!”
One hand simply spidered across his bare belly, lightly tracing every nook and cranny of his chiseled abdomen. Another one kept tracing an inky black index finger against his pale midriff, its movements similar to that of a quill gracefully scratching the surface parchment, marking its territory, writing something among the lines of “Sebastian is one hell of a butler. A very handsome, very ticklish butler…”
Soon, the two hands started taking turns spiraling their fingertips around his navel, each one coming dangerously close to slipping inside more times than Sebastian could really keep track of. It was getting to the point where Sebastian was internally urging them to just get on with it. When they finally decided to comply with his orders, the results were glorious; it both embarrassed and amused him how he could go from as stiff as a board (albeit shaking like a leaf) to thrashing and bucking about in a fit of hysterics, all because of a single finger wiggling inside his belly button.
After a few more minutes of playfully attacking his stomach, the hands crawled back up his sides, stopping halfway to squeeze and knead into his ribs a few more times. Then without any warning or indication that they were switching spots, they practically launched themselves into the open pits of his arms, which were only feebly guarded by the material of his shirt. They pressed and wriggled their fingers into those sensitive spaces, practically vibrating against his helpless armpits.
Sebastian’s constant thrashing and kicking was now accompanied by numerous failed attempts (fueled by sheer instinct more than anything) to yank his wrists free so he could properly lower his arms. Once more, he’d underestimated the sheer strength of their iron grasps, only being able to clench his trembling, shaky hands into tight fists.
His uncharacteristically bubbly squeals pierced the dull, empty atmosphere of his living quarters, showing no signs of stopping to even beg for air. How long had it been since it even started? Half an hour? A full hour? Perhaps more? Had it been a mortal in his place, they would’ve been far too out of breath and energy to even giggle or squirm anymore, if not passed out entirely. After all, it was the natural effect of enduring the most relentless of tickling.
But Sebastian was not natural nor did he ever want to be.
For he was frankly enjoying this far too much.
There wasn’t even a point in pretending otherwise, he realized; no one would hear his embarrassingly loud, high-pitched squeals and giggles.
No one would even suspect that he conjured these hands to thoroughly and ruthlessly tickle him to his heart’s content.
No one would know how much he truly loved the feeling of being tickled.
His entire body continued to flail and wriggle like a helpless worm on a fishhook, for what felt like an eternity, his legs frantically spasming and kicking in the air, eyes now starting to water from his endless laughter.
The hands suddenly ceased their assault on his torso to pin his ankles down once again, offering Sebastian a moment to gather his thoughts and rebuild composure.
It was just that. A moment.
Because not only did he feel all four of his limbs being firmly restrained, leaving his entire body spread out, but he also felt a teasing set of fingers trail underneath his lower jaw…
That fifth hand that had materialized lifted his chin, coaxing Sebastian to look… upward…
What he saw was a sixth hand.
Right beside it was a seventh.
Which was accompanied by an eighth.
A ninth, a tenth, an eleventh, a twelfth hand…
All of them were hovering readily above the butler’s helpless form, their shadowy, clawed fingers flexing and wriggling in the air. Teasing him, taunting him, of what they were about to do to him.
There had to be at least twelve of these hands, Sebastian assumed.
Was he correct in assuming so? He couldn’t say…
Because he didn’t have time to count.
In unison, the army of disembodied hands proceeded to launch a full-scale mass-attack on the Phantomhive butler, sending him into a hysterical screaming fit.
Those impish little fingers were absolutely everywhere. Raking at the hollows of his armpits; lightly clawing at the backs of his knees as well as his trembling rib cage; constantly squeezing his sides, waist, kneecaps, and thighs, like he was some sort of stress toy; spidering along his bare belly and practically drilling into his navel…
Not to mention the constant scratching, scribbling, prodding at every single inch of his poor little feet; the heels, the tops, the arches… underneath, between, and on top of his constantly wiggling toes…
They either fought for dominance over his most sensitive areas like wild animals, or they decided to take turns driving him to the very edge with various different methods. Some decided to just attack whatever spot was available; one hand would focus on the front, back, and the sides of the demon butler’s neck. Another would often take advantage of his arching back to scribble up and down his spine…
Sebastian couldn’t speak at this point. He couldn’t think, couldn’t count how many of his sensitive spots were being exploited, couldn’t count how many sensitive spots he had…
He couldn’t even try to make an educated guess on how many fingers were wiggling and scratching against him. Twenty? Thirty? Fifty? The multiple sensations in multiple locations all just seemed to blur and blend together into a puddle.
…yes, that seems to perfectly describe his current state of mind. He was most certainly one hell of a puddle.
As much as Sebastian wanted to stay in this position forever, he knew that was unfortunately not an eligible option for someone like him; he was still a butler, and he still had to return to his duties. What kind of a butler would he be if he’d left those matters unattended?
He tossed his head back, squeezing his eyes shut in a squeal that seemed to fizzle into silent laughter, tears now flowing down the sides of his face, staining the sheets beneath him.
Alright, that’s enough now! he firmly ordered his creations in his mind.
Not even waiting a second, all of the hands halted their activity at once, each one promptly pulling back from his spots. The hands that had been holding his wrists and ankles released them, yet Sebastian didn’t move them.
Everything, everywhere, just felt so tingly. Despite the tickling having ceased, he didn’t stop laughing and giggling for at least two full minutes.
Yes, this was the exact reason why he soundproofed the room.
It took him a while, but he did eventually manage to regain his composure, taking a few breaths to properly steady his resolve. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, just replaying the events that had just occurred…
Quite the unorthodox experience, but it most certainly lived up to his expectations.
The demon turned his gaze towards the many disembodied hands that still floated above him.
He was free to go whenever he wanted. He always was, technically. Yet, he still didn’t move… despite not being pinned down anymore, he couldn’t move.
…Did he even want to leave the bed just yet?
No matter. He thought as he slowly sat upward. What he wanted didn’t matter. He was a servant, there were things that needed to be done right anyway. He’s wasted enough time already—
Sebastian felt a set of fingers wrapping around his foot.
“Wh-” his words evaporated right off the tip of his tongue as two of the shadowy hands began tenderly caressing his feet, firmly pressing their thumbs into his soles and under the stems of his slightly twitching toes.
Oh.
“O-Oh… t-that’s…” he stuttered softly, his voice dwindling into a whisper as he found himself laying back down, leaning into the tender touches. “P-Please, continue…” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut.
The rest of the hands began to tend to him, caressing and massaging the rest of his body; lightly rubbing his stomach, tracing their fingertips along his lower limbs, tending to each and every area and lavishing it with loving attention.
Hands couldn’t speak, but their gestures said far more than words ever could. You’ve done more than a fine job, Sebastian, they said. No other being would be able to withstand such pleasurable torment. You truly are far above the rest.
Sebastian chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smile.
He still wasn’t sure just how much time had passed, but he knew for a fact the night was still young.
miss hurricane drowned my city and we won't have power for days 🫣 but I had to go to work anyway so I (messily) lined over some of those sketches from earlier :D
Ah to tickle interrogate somebody for information that they don't know. The way their eyes widen with fear when I demand answers that they can't give, or the way their voice immediately becomes riddled with panic while they desperately insist that they really don't have anything that they could tell me. Of course, there's also the frustration that, after enough time and plenty of begging, simmers to a hopeless acceptance - the knowledge that any attempt to reason, to bargain, to beg, will be interpreted as a challenge, an act of defiance, and, above all else, a welcome excuse to tickle them even more vigorously <3
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