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EDIT:

AWWW, NOOO! Rimmon and Brady are gone…Sad day!! DD;
I don’t even know if I can have a Jeffrey muse, without his demon lover…

Guys, I might have to make this an independant RP blog, instead of a apart of a group, if I’m not going to be as active as this character…because there’s not much I can do with Jeffrey, if he doesn’t have his other half…If that makes sense.

I totally understand why Rimmon/Brady had to leave, though. Damn, things are so busy in life right now!

Thoughts, anyone?

posted 1 year ago

OOC:

Sorry for the absence…I’m at my Dad’s, and I’ve been kinda busy lately. I still need to catch up with you guys…

posted 1 year ago

You’re more than just people I role play with. You’re my friends, I care about you, I worry about you, I think about you, and I love you. Never forget that.
#ooc




OOC:

I am leaving tomorrow for camp. I will hopefully be back next Friday or Saturday.

Replies will come then.

I will severely miss all of you. :/

I don’t even want to go, but I have to.

Bye.

posted 1 year ago

I Am Nothing Without My Demon

riimmon:

jeffreysummers:

Jeffrey looked over at Rimmon but then found himself looking up at him as he came to straddle his lap. He swallowed, a bit nervous. He watched as the demon drank some more, while he just held his glass, trying not to drink too much too quickly - he didn’t want to pass out and waste valuable time with Rimmon.
The demons words were a surprise to Jeffrey; there had to be demons that could still feel love, right? Maybe he could help Rimmon to…
He didn’t voice those things, though. What Rimmon said was law; he wouldn’t contradict.

“I understand…sir…” he said, still speaking softly, “And…I’ll try not to be boring…” 

“Good boy,” Rimmon murmured, grinning as he leaned in for a hard kiss, hand squeezing a bit at Jeffrey’s neck before he let go and slid off his lap. “Alright. I’m gonna go to bed,” he muttered, even if he didn’t need it. Being a demon was pretty alright thinking about food, sleep and feelings. You didn’t need food or sleep, and you didn’t have much feelings. 

But still, a bed was nice, just to relax. “Join me when you’re done drinking.”

The kiss made Jeffrey close his eyes as he kissed back, loving the sensation of it and even the way Rimmon squeezed his neck. The praise especially made him feel good. He craved approval. It was a flaw he went unaware of.

"Yes, sir," the human answered Rimmon as the demon pulled away and stood up to head off upstairs for bed. Jeffrey was familiar with Rimmon’s enjoyment for things like food and rest. While being possessed by him, Jeffrey had often seen him eat and had often laid with him in bed; albeit, in the back of his own head.

Jeffrey stayed where he was for a while, finishing his drink slowly and staring off into space. By the time he was finished, he was significantly buzzed and relaxed, but he wasn’t drunk enough to fall over or pass out. He could have been if he had drank the alcohol faster, but he had been careful.

He stood, steadying himself, and he set his now empty glass down on the coffee table before limping towards the stairs, keeping his arms out for balance.

It wasn’t easy to get up the stairs like that, and he cursed a bit to himself about it, under his breath, but he made it eventually. He then went straight for the bedroom. Sleep was going to feel so good. 


Feels so good being bad
There’s no way I’m turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure
Cause nothing could measure

Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, out of line
The affliction of the feeling
Leaves me wanting more

Cause I may be bad

But I’m perfectly good at it
Sex in the air
I don’t care
I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But chains and whips
Excite me

Oh
I love the feeling
You bring to me
Oh, you turn me on
It’s exactly what
I’ve been yearning for
Give it to me strong

And meet me in my boudoir
Make my body say ah, ah, ah

I like it
Like it

S & M

posted 1 year ago

I Am Nothing Without My Demon

riimmon:

jeffreysummers:

Jeffrey shouldn’t have been surprised; he shouldn’t have been hurt, but he was…just a little bit. After all, the love of his life had just admitted to him that he meant nothing to him but a good fuck and an ego-stroke.
It made him feel worthless, but then again, he had promised to do whatever Rimmon wanted - whatever would make the demon happy - and he had meant that promise. He just hoped he could convince at least one person in the world that he wasn’t boring, dumb, and useless.

“I’ll do my best…” he promised softly, staring down at his drink while he sat there.

“Hey,” the demon huffed and nudged him with his leg. “Don’t pout like that. I said you’ll learn, didn’t I?”

He moved closer and was suddenly straddling his lap. “I’ll teach you… To be a good little bitch.. And I might just pretend to be able to fall in love, alright?” he huffed, laughing a bit at what he’d just said before he downed more vodka.

“You know, Jeffy… Demons CAN’T fall in love. You get that, right? If that’s new to you then you’re not really paying attention.”

Jeffrey looked over at Rimmon but then found himself looking up at him as he came to straddle his lap. He swallowed, a bit nervous. He watched as the demon drank some more, while he just held his glass, trying not to drink too much too quickly - he didn’t want to pass out and waste valuable time with Rimmon.
The demons words were a surprise to Jeffrey; there had to be demons that could still feel love, right? Maybe he could help Rimmon to…
He didn’t voice those things, though. What Rimmon said was law; he wouldn’t contradict.

"I understand…sir…" he said, still speaking softly, "And…I’ll try not to be boring…" 


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posted 1 year ago

I Am Nothing Without My Demon

riimmon:

jeffreysummers:

Jeffrey gave a small grin back. At least now he didn’t have to get smuggled out to a bar in order to drink.
“Sweet,” he said and stood up, weight on his left leg. He went over to the closet and picked out some Kuhlua and Tequila to mix with the Vodka in a tall glass before coming back to the couch, still with the Vodka in hand. He didn’t protest to Rimmon taking it from him.

He sat down and began to drink from the glass of mixed alcohol. He made a slight face at the burning and bitter taste as it slid through his mouth and down his throat, but it was a good kind of burn. He liked the burn.
“Yeah…” he muttered, “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Good… Because I’m not keeping you here to be nice. I’m keeping you here because of selfish reasons, such as sex.”

He shrugged a bit and took another gulp of the vodka before he let out a pleased hum at the taste. He didn’t react at all. “A toy to play with when I’m bored, you could say. To be honest, you’re probably one of the most boring people I could’ve chosen, but, fuck it, you’re a good pupil. You’ll learn.”

Jeffrey shouldn’t have been surprised; he shouldn’t have been hurt, but he was…just a little bit. After all, the love of his life had just admitted to him that he meant nothing to him but a good fuck and an ego-stroke.
It made him feel worthless, but then again, he had promised to do whatever Rimmon wanted - whatever would make the demon happy - and he had meant that promise. He just hoped he could convince at least one person in the world that he wasn’t boring, dumb, and useless.

"I’ll do my best…" he promised softly, staring down at his drink while he sat there.


posted 1 year ago

Tag, You’re It

demonmatthew:

jeffreysummers:

“I…I don’t know about that…” Jeffrey was still guarded, “He keeps to himself…He has a very specific schedule…and…uhm…he doesn’t really take visitors very often.”

Matt sighed softly and crossed his arms over his chest. He flashed the guy his black eyes before letting them go back to normal again. “Do I have to ask again?”

Jeffrey’s blood ran cold, and his eyes widened slightly. He took another step back away from the man.
"I won’t take you to him," he said with newfound strength, all due to his desire to protect Rimmon and keep him safe from harm and Hell, "I don’t care what you do to me." 


Tag, You’re It

demonmatthew:

jeffreysummers:

“Wh-wh-why do you wanna know…?” Jeffrey asked, uncomfortable and a bit guarded. It was a little suspicious for someone to ask a question like that, wasn’t it? He didn’t think Rimmon would necessarily wanting him catering to strangers’ questions about him.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders lightly. “Nah, I’m just being curious, and I may actually know the guy,” he smiled.

"I…I don’t know about that…" Jeffrey was still guarded, "He keeps to himself…He has a very specific schedule…and…uhm…he doesn’t really take visitors very often."