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indouloureux · 2 years

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i’ve never seen any works or blurbs about drunk or high eddie :(( he’d be so clingy and worked up mghhfhdhdfff begging you to take care of the rock hard boner he just popped in the middle of the party

shkshsks okay okay

18+ mdni — handjob bc drunk eddie (consented but reader is still wary since, yknow, he's drunk), minimal sex talk lol, slight mommy kink bc eddie only says "mama" twice, cum eating

"babe,"

drawled vowels said into a drunken slur, eddie slumps his entire body on your back. you yelp, drink almost spilling on your shirt, turning around to see his face all crimson from the alcohol and hair all slick from the heat between the bodies of horny teens. you place the cup aside, taking his face into your hands.

"eddie," you yell a little, lifting his head up. "what happened, baby?"

"look," he takes your hand off his head, shoving it down his crotch. your face widens, cheeks flaring because he's basically letting you fondle him in public. eddie's pressing your palm right on the bulge on his trousers, his gaze on yours half-lidded and glossy. "i've got a boner."

"i can feel it," you snort. "want some help? you're drunk, eddie."

"i consent!" he shouts. "i always consent to you. sober eddie says yes. drunk eddie," his voice lowers, leaning to whisper in your ear. "always says yes."

you take his hand. "alright. but it's gonna be quick honey, okay?"

you know he doesn't care, especially when all he does is grumble as a smirk comes up to his face, stumbling between the suffocating crowd as you pull him to the nearest (and vacant) bathroom nearby.

the door closes loudly, music muffled and your ears relaxing from the blaring sounds of tone-deaf people. eddie rests his hip on the sink, watching you lock the door before you rest your back to the wall beside him.

"alright, eds," you straighten your back, shaking your hands. "pants off."

eddie giggles. "yes ma'am,"

you watch as he fumbles with the handcuffs on his belt, his hands swatting yours away when you try to help. and when he's done, he's pulling it down until it's pooled around his ankles, and he's spared himself the painful tightness when eddie brought his briefs with his jeans on the ground.

the swollen mushroom tip of his cock slaps on his clothed stomach, a bit of precum staining his shirt. you feel your mouth water, his shaft all veiny and hard, and eddie's smirking at your stupefied reaction.

"go crazy, mama," he juts his hips.

you do. with a quick lick to your palm, your hand wrapping around from the bottom of his base until it swipes up to gyrate around his head. eddie grunts, loud, but still unheard from the party outside. "fuck, eddie. what's got you so hard?"

eddie reaches his arms out to pull you close to him, hands squeezing your ass as he throws his head back to the cupboard mirror. "this ass." he growls. "you know i'm always horny, honey."

his chuckle swiftly turns into a moan when your hand moves fast, the slick sounds of your saliva and his precum echoing around the small bathroom. there's a hot pool between your legs, clit throbbing at the way his veins press against the heating flesh of your palm as your other hand comes to fondle with the heavy sack beneath, balls full of cum.

"god, if you weren't drunk right now, would've given you a blowie," you bite your lip, thumb swiping over the slit on his helmet. "maybe you could have fucked me from behind too."

"but i consent!"

you squeeze his shaft, making him whimper. "and you're drunk. 'drunk eddie' gets a handjob." you move your hand faster, smirking when he keeps on letting out low gasps and grunts. "don't tell me what to do, alright,"

"alright, babe," his eyes roll to the back of his head, and you can see how red the tip of his cock's turning. you twist and fuck fist into his length. "fuck. i'm close, mama. ngh— i'm gonna cum!"

you don't stop until white ropes of cum shoot out to his shirt, some to yours and most of it onto your hand. eddie mewls as it spurts out, hand unstopping until nothing comes out and all you've left to do is lick the cum off your hand.

eddie moans quietly when you take each finger into your mouth, sucking longer when you're cleaning your thumb. needy, he pries your hands away and kisses you, his tongue right in your open mouth.

alcohol, weed, and pizza (you think), mingling with the taste of his cum on your tongue. eddie sighs against you, nose deep beside yours as he cups your face into his mouth, drinking you like you've got what he needs inside his mouth.

he breaks away, panting, chuckling softly. "think i just got sober, honey."

eddie wraps his arm around you, the other massaging your waist as you reach behind to pull on the tissue paper and wipe your shirts. "still not giving you a blowjob, babe," you wipe on his shirt, him pressing a kiss to your temple. "now help me remove this, please? you've got jizz all over you."

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #blurb #joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction

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delis-glitter-bong-water · 3 months

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MY @NA GROCERY LIST

VEGETABLES

-iceberg lettuce (14 calories per 100 grams)

-white mild kimchi (5 calories per 2 tablespoons)

-cucumbers (15 calories per 100 grams with peel)

-shredded carrots (41 calories per 100 grams)

-shiitake mushrooms (34 calories per 100 grams)

-bok choy (13 calories per 100 grams)

-celery (14 calories per 100 grams)

FRUITS

-apples (52 calories per 100 grams)

-strawberries (33 calories per 100 grams)

-raspberries (53 calories per 100 grams)

-blueberries (57 calories per 100 grams)

-blackberries (43 calories per 100 grams)

-grapes (67 calories per 100 grams)

OTHER STUFF FOR MEALS

-shirataki noodles (9 calories per 100 grams)

-natures own life honey wheat (40 calories per slice)

-lipton soup (70 calories per package)

-chicken broth (5 calories per cup)

-instant miso soup (30 calories per packet)

-weetabix (67 calories per biscuit)

-spring roll wraps (20 calories per wrap)

-medium eggs (50 calories per egg)

LIQUID

-la croix (0 calories per can)

-unsweetened almond milk (30 calories per cup)

-vitamin water zero sugar (0-10 calories per bottle)

-celsius (10 calories per can)

-medium roast coffee (2 calories per cup)

-black tea (0 calories per cup)

-red bull zero (15 calories per 12 oz)

SNACKS

-protein bars (depends on the brand)

-rice cakes (25-35 calories per cake)

-sugar free pear cups (30 calories per container)

-blob gummies (50 calories per pack)

-popsicles (40 calories per pop)

-butter free popcorn (20 calories per cup)

-quest protein chips (120 calories per bag)

-silk mango yogurt (120 calories per container)

SAFE SHOPPING, DONT FAINT IN THE STORE !!

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kirbyskisses · 11 months

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“rellenar” // miguel o’hara

something i wrote to help you all pass the time while i work on “te amo” chapter 3.

cw: fem!reader, size kink, pain kink. no spoilers or plot or anything just pure filth. minors and blank/ageless blogs do not interact!!

“you can take it, can’t you mamita?” miguel groans, grinning as he presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

you sniffle out pathetically because it’s clear that you can’t. you can’t take his fat cock bullying its way into you between a mess of spanish curses and you hiss when his claws skid against the plush of your thighs. thighs which are getting pushed farther and farther and farther back.

“m-míguel -“ you pant. his tongue strolls across his fangs - you‘re so pretty and delicious when you look like you’re about to cry.

“déjame entrar, princesa.” he snarls, sweat dripping throughout his brown hair. and you are trying - trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down. you want him in but it wants him out - leaky and pulsing and convinced that something this big must be an intruder.

he groans when it clamps tighter and you let out a broken sob when his clawed hands grip harder, leaving red welts. it takes concentration to retract them and he should feel bad for hurting you - but he can’t concentrate when your broken noises makes him twitch inside you; miguel feels like he’s floating.

“miggy - h-hurts!”

“told you to let me the fuck in,” his hips snap forward wracking out another sob from you. he inhales sharply, fat mushroom-like head of his cock managing to slip deeper. a deep, sound of pleasure emits from his throat, pulling his claws away. they retract into his fingertips, your lips letting out a whimper of relief as they had come dangerously close to breaking the skin.

“gonna take the pain away,” he lies, immediately amplifying it with a heavy slap to the thigh. and another, and another, his large hot palm intent on making you shake. “you just have to open up for me, querida.”

miguel was always rough and your body always enjoyed it.

“puta madre…” he quietly marvels, thick veiny fingers reaching down to skid over your plump folds and clit. your juices easily coat his fingers, dripping out as your cunt cries transparent white tears of arousal from the controlled pain.

your face is equally teary and one of his hands moves to caress your ruddy cheeks.

“there she is.” he snarls out, finally slipping deeper and soaking in the leaking hot sense of relief that rushes around his cock. he lifts your waist as if you weigh nothing, making an easier angle to slide down into your wanting, crying little entrance. without warning his hips snap forward and suddenly his length is all inside you, heavy balls slapping against your slit.

“te llevaste todo, qué linda.” he coos. your gummy walls feel like they’re melting around him and your hands cup over your face to try and hide your expression; a look half of pain and half of bliss. miguel won’t stand for it, grasping both and forcing them above your head.

“mírame.” he threatens lowly, sharp teeth emphasizing his angered snarl. “these stay here or holding back those thighs. hide your face again and see if i don’t web you into place.”

you blink away tears at the stretch of him, legs thrown over his shoulders, body completely folded to take every inch from tip to base.

“¿entiendes?” his heated eyes bare down on you, as you whimper out a pitiful “sí…”

“what was that?” he quirks an eyebrow, one languid movement of his hips pulling to leave just the very tip of his cock in your folds.

“s-sí, míguel. yo entiendo.”

miguel nods, approving enough to reward you by plunging his full length back into your begging cunt. he growls deeply at the almost disgustingly wet squelch it gives. the grip of one of his hands tightens around your two wrists as he holds them. the other presses on your stomach gaining him a slurred cry.

“is that it, baby? is that your spot? right there?”

he takes the noise that wretches out of you as confirmation, grinding his palm into the heated skin of your tummy as his dick slaps in and out, only pulling away his hand when his wet tip starts kissing the spot from inside.

the mass of his muscles and the dangerous sounds of his voice as he fucks deeper than he should be able to - it all keeps you from struggling. your body is engulfed by the heat of the sheets on one side and the sweaty warmth of his body weight on the other - his arms caging you on either side.

“c’mon mama. dámelo. dame que quiero. sé que puedes hacerlo.”

and you do because suddenly you’re cumming, spilling so perfectly around him. your climactic noises swallowed by his tongue gliding its way over yours, his cock glistening wet with a thick ring of white around the base.

pulling his mouth away, he caresses your face - his expression made hungrier by your dazed eyes.

“told you… doesn’t hurt anymore does it? let’s see if you can take it again, rellena.”

#smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x latina!reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 #he’s so big. like he’s so large #it just… so giant.

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version, Part 2 ie. Your red-headed hero arrives at Night Raven College and your other aquatic friends are less than enthused.

[PART 1] [PART 2]

The VDC is going to be one of the biggest events in Night Raven College’s history. It’s going to be spectacular, awe-inspiring, one for the history books. And somehow, by the grace of the Gods (or, well, Vil and Professor Crewel) you have tickets.

So naturally, Azul wants you to work through the entire thing.

“I know you don’t like people,” he’d smiled, as if he was offering you salvation on a silver platter. “And just think of it—all those crowds of sweaty, screaming, humans running around. It only seems right that I, as your employer and friend, do my due diligence to keep you safe during all of it, hmm?”

“We’re just thinking of your wellbeing,” Jade had piped in, a gloved hand pressed to his chest all innocent-like. You weren’t fooled for a second.

“And think of all the extra Thaumarks you’ll earn in tips!” Azul chirped. “I know being in a new world has been difficult for you in more ways than one, and that the financial burden in particular has been terribly unpleasant. So really, we’re just doing everything we can to assist you!”

Lies about being considerate for your ‘delicate mental health’ aside, money was good. Money was great. And besides, all you really cared about was the Choral Competition. As long as you could sneak away for that one, camping out in the Lounge didn’t actually seem like the worst idea in the world. The food was excellent, the atmosphere soothing, and the company was—

…Well.

‘Less than desirable’ would probably be an understatement. But Azul always let you take home the leftovers at the end of the night, and sometimes on colder nights Jade would make you a cup of cocoa with no mushrooms in it or anything. So maybe you could excuse a bit of sadism here and there.

So the VDC came and little, poor, you were squirreled away behind the gilded doors of the Mostro Lounge. Aside for the influx of costumers (and subsequent ‘event price hikes’), it was hardly different than any of your other shifts. The one notable difference was how often Azul swapped your station. Normally you were on door duty, or acting as part of the wait staff. But every time a group of RSA students strutted by in their fancy white uniforms, the Octo-Mer would shuffle you off to the kitchens. Or the bar. Or even his office sometimes, demanding assistance with clerical work.

Someone called your name and you lifted your head from your cloud of misery and menial labor—only half paying attention to the people you were ushering in towards the seating area. But instead of another unfamiliar blob waving you down, you actually recognized this guy. Him and his brilliant shock of red hair that you wouldn’t be able to miss from a mile away.

Lo – it was fork dude.

Or, well, Prince Rielle Tidal of Atlantica. But whatever. Man had pushed a utensil into your hands and told you to brush your hair with it. There was no coming back from that.

Your sun-kissed savior swerved through the line to greet you, nearly bowling you over in his enthusiasm. His RSA uniform was a blotch of bleached brightness against the sea of Night Raven’s black ensemble. Normally your rival academics seemed to travel in packs—safety in numbers and all that. But Rielle was weaving through the mass of grumpy NRC faces like he was perfectly at home.

“I decided to pop by to see Azul and his business—because, you know, he was always so smart and pragmatic so I knew it’d probably be really cool and whatever—but wow! It’s really you!”

“It’s really me,” you repeated, fighting to keep the chirp in your customer service voice. “So, would you like a table or—"

“Wait a second—Azul has you working during the festival?!” Rielle gawked, as if he was just realizing that he had stepped into a place a of business, and that you were wearing the uniform of said establishment. “That’s so cruel!”

Yes. Yes it was. But Azul was nothing if not cruel. And if this guy actually knew anything about him at all, he should be perfectly aware of that.

“Someone has to do it,” you shrugged. “Anyways, can I get you something to—”

“Wah, look at this! Shrimpy’s slackin’ on the job!”

Maybe you could put your head through the wall. That would probably be less painful.

Floyd, Jade, and Azul materialized behind you seemingly out of thin air. The terrible trio greeted your dour frown with varying degrees of spiteful glee. And… something else? There was a sort of tension about them that didn’t mesh with their usual haughtiness. It had cropped up for the first time a few weeks ago—that day at the beach. And subsequently the hours after when Jade had pulled Azul into his office to whisper all kinds of nonsense that was apparently ‘too delicate’ for you and whatever tolerance you’d built for these sociopaths.

“Actually, it’s my fault!” Rielle blurted, stepping smoothly in front of you with all the chivalry of a knight. You wanted to warn him that dipping into Floyd’s bite radius was a terrible idea, but at the same time, you were tired, and hungry, and very curious to see how this would all play out. “And I was just wondering—well… I—I mean…”

The young Prince was starting to splutter, his cheeks burning that same, hot, pink that they had all those weeks ago at the beach. He took a moment to clear his throat, compose himself, and then grasped your hands with both of his very neatly manicured ones.

You thought you heard someone gasp. Like in a period novel.

“I actually heard that you were at Night Raven too! And I’ve been looking all over for you! So—I—Would you—” More throat clearing. Floyd’s teeth were grinding together so loudly it almost sounded like a buzzsaw. “Do you want to get something to eat with me?”

There was a deafening crack and you watched as Jade nearly put Floyd through the floor in an attempt to keep him from lurching forward. You observed the scene before you with pleasant sort of surprise as the trio across from you erupted. Or, well, Floyd had erupted. Jade just had that perfectly polite smile on his mouth that let you know he was planning someone’s murder. And Azul looked like he’d just taken physical damage.

Huh. Interesting.

Then again, you’d known they were a proprietary bunch. And you also knew that you were the favorite chew toy around these parts. No one else was sturdy enough for the role, apparently.

“Oi, Princey,” Floyd snarled from behind Jade’s gloved fingers. “What do you think you’re—"

“I—” you interrupted, stepping between the rabid Merfolk and the would-be-mincemeat. “—would love to.”

Silence.

“…What?” Azul squawked.

“I’m due for my break anyways,” you shrugged, enjoying the horrible little surge of satisfaction warming your gut. Take that, you obnoxious fucks. You weren’t sure why Rielle and his crimson-monstrosity of a hairdo had set the three of them off so terribly, but you’d been on your feet for hours now. And missing all the food stalls, and your other friends, and you were going to take this petty revenge where you could.

You turned to Rielle with a polite little smile that you hoped looked more demure than scheming, and his eyes sparkled.

“You don’t mind eating here, do you?” you asked before shooting Azul an award-winning grin. “I’m sure having a Prince dining in would be great advertisement.”

“But of course,” he grit out. “Who would I be to turn down such a ringing endorsement.”

Rielle tossed an amiable arm across your shoulders and laughed that tinkling, church-bell, laugh of his. Floyd’s lip twitched and Azul snagged his arm quicker than a snake could strike. The snarling behemoth was promptly dragged off into the depths of the Lounge—Azul muttering something frantically under his breath that you couldn’t make out. He looked hunched, panicked. And whatever he was saying must have been serious enough to snag Floyd’s fickle attentions, because the too-tall henchman stayed firmly at his boss’s side. The pair of them vanished into the kitchens, the door slamming behind them.

“Just this way then, if you’d please,” Jade beamed, positively glacial.

“This’ll be great!” the Prince preened, keeping a loose grip on you as you both trailed a very stiff Eel through the front parlor. “I get to see all of Azul’s awesome accomplishments and have lunch with you at the same time!”

“The Mostro Lounge is a lovely place to dine,” you chirped, repeating your familiar, scripted, server prompts from memory. “There’s something for everyone.”

“Is that so?” Rielle hummed, as if in deep thought. “That’s very considerate of them.”

Plenty of people at this school liked to insult your intelligence, and you in turn liked to remind certain someones (Ace. Sebek.) that it was best not to throw stones in glass houses. But this was—you may have really found an actual, factual, ditz. Was this how Azul felt all the time? Looking down at you mere mortals with his superior IQ and cunning? Listening to Rielle’s innocent rambling made you feel like Einstein. It was… sort of nice.

My God, you were going to have be responsible for him, weren’t you? Is that was parenthood felt like?

Jade led you to a quiet booth in the back—the one with a direct line of sight to both the kitchens and Azul’s office. The one reserved for problem customers. You folded yourself neatly onto the cushioned bench and Rielle followed, sitting at your side rather than across the table. Something in Jade’s jaw twitched.

“What do you recommend?” Rielle asked you cheerfully, practically radiating enthusiasm. “I’m sure everything is fantastic!”

“Hmm… How about the Mixed Seafood Platter to start I think,” you grinned, turning your polite beam back on your unfortunate server. “With the Unagi, please.”

Beneath all that bubbling irritation, something in those bi-colored eyes gleamed with the barest hint of respect.

“But of course. If you’ll excuse me.”

Once Jade had retreated, Rielle relaxed back into his seat with a theatrical sigh. He brushed his neat swoop of hair off his forehead, like he was wiping away sweat from a workout.

“Phewf! Not that Azul’s friends aren’t nice and all, but they always give me a bit of the heebie-jeebies.”

That was the kindest word for ‘intense murderous aura’ that you’d ever heard.

“A bit, yeah,” you agreed easily enough. “So how do you know Azul?”

“Oh!” he perked right back up. “We were classmates! When we were younger. He was always really quiet, but also really smart! Is he still like that? Quiet—I mean. Reserved.”

A memory struck you then—of standing at Azul’s side in the lobby of the Atlantica Memorial Museum. You remembered his hesitant determination as he replaced his old class photo on the wall. The picture of a tiny, rounder, Azul standing off to the side—hunched, grey, and miserable amidst a sea of laughing faces. You couldn’t remember if there had been a brilliant slash of red mixed in there anywhere. You hadn’t even bothered to check. Because why would you have even deigned to look at the faces of a group of bullies?

Something soured in your gut.

“I wouldn’t say that, no,” your smile sharpening a bit at the edges. “He’s actually very talkative. It’s hard to get him to shut up most of the time.”

“Really?” Rielle gaped. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

Jade slithered by to drop off your appetizers, and if he noticed the slight drop in your mood he didn’t mention it. He was in and out in a flash. You could just see the whisps of his teal hair disappearing back into Azul’s office.

“Enough about Azul though,” Rielle waved off, reaching for the platter. “Tell me about you!”

“Me?” you echoed, bland. “But isn’t Azul your old friend?”

The Prince waved you off once more, cheeks pinkening all over again. “I can talk to him whenever. I’d much rather hear about you! You’re—You’re interesting!”

Now, that was probably a genuine compliment. You doubted Rielle actually meant to slight your friend companion boss by implying that the most ambitious, intelligent, cunning, and well-dressed merman on campus wasn’t interesting enough to converse about—that all of Azul’s efforts to bring himself out of the shadows and onto center stage were still wanting. But that bitter thing in your stomach was raring for a fight.

So you ruffled around in your uniform pocket and pulled out the little notebook you used to tally orders. You shot Rielle the brightest, sweetest, smile you could and watched his stupidly pretty face light up redder than his hair.

“Actually,” you giggled—giggled. Like a freak. “I’d love to hear about you.”

“He’s going to say something!—”

“What doesn’t Shrimpy already know, huh?” Floyd griped. “And I mean, didn’t you steal Ramshackle? You really think bubble-butt out there can do anything to make the Prefect hate you?”

Azul paced. And paced. And paced.

“It’s not about hating me,” he hissed, fighting the urge to wring his hands. “It’s about realizing there are better options out there, and—”

“Bubble-butt is a better option?!” Floyd cackled.

“Stop interrupting me!”

“Then stop whining,” the eel droned, flopping his head back against the couch. “You shoulda just let me squeeze ‘em.”

“We do not need to spark an international incident in my restaurant,” Azul repeated. Though it sounded less like he was trying to convince Floyd than himself. “Rielle Tidal is a Prince—”

“—a shitty, turd, leftover, Prince—”

“—who we must treat,” Azul grit out, “as such.”

There was a firm rap against the door and Jade slipped inside. Azul had to fight the reflex to pounce on him immediately. Instead he took a moment to pause and straighten his suit jacket. His fingers were shaking and he was sure that Jade would have seen, but thankfully there seemed to be a single shred of mercy left in his Vice-Warden’s cold, withered, heart, and the trembling limbs were not mentioned.

Jade cleared his throat and Azul leaned forward, anxious.

“I think you may be overthinking things,” he said, calm as a cucumber, and Azul wanted to scream.

“It’s not paranoia, it’s being prepared,” he snipped. A pause. “But why do you say that? What happened? Did something happen?”

Jade smiled that placid smile of his. “No.”

“No?” Azul repeated, flabbergasted.

“No,” Jade shrugged.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Floyd piped in.

Azul was just about to turn and remind his wonderful subordinate just how terrible he could make his existence when there was another knock at the door—lighter than Jade’s but just as familiar. Not a moment later, your head popped through the crack and you peaked inside wearily.

Azul hastily cleared his throat and Jade’s grin turned smug.

“Pr-Prefect! Can I help you with something?”

Floyd snickered under his breath and Azul mentally added another three hours onto the bastard’s nightly dish duties.

You stepped inside and tossed a tiny notebook down onto his desk.

“Here,” you said, with a grumpy sort of frown on your face. “All of Prince Rielle of Atlantica’s stupid wants, hopes, and dreams. You better be able to put this to good use you stupid mafioso wannabe, because I’ve been listening to this guy ramble on about himself for ages now, and I’d rather get drowned by Jade and Floyd again.”

You turned without another word and slammed the door behind you.

Azul gaped wordlessly at the pile of tiny pages splattered across his desk, and the familiar curl of your handwriting filling each and every one of them.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Oh indeed,” Jade grinned.

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #Jade Leech x reader #Azul Ashengrotto x reader #Floyd Leech x reader #Rielle x reader #My Writing #Octavinelle x reader #twst x reader #the tweels #jade leech #floyd leech #Rielle #Heroes vs. Villains #Heroes vs Villains Octavinelle Part 2

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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ — WHEN HE CUMS UNTOUCHED (sort of)

ft. diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli (separately; kaeya's is x gn!reader; all others are x f!reader)

be warned: nsfw. mdni. diluc's: wet dream/self-inflicted somnophilia(?)/oral (m. rcv'ing)/cum eating. itto's: rut/face-riding/oral (f. rcv'ing). kaeya's: prostate milking. thoma's: subby thoma/blindfold/sensory deprivation/marking/edging/orgasm denial. zhongli's: shibari/rope play/bondage/f. masturbation/squirting (his is kinda long - that's what she said - so i formatted it a little differently so it wouldn't be a 1k wall of text)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — DILUC

you wake up to the feeling of diluc rutting his hips behind you, his hot morning wood rubbing slowly between your naked butt cheeks. you smile groggily, your mind still shaking off the fog of sleep as you roll back against him. fuck, you missed him so much. he came home late last night, so damn tired he didn’t eat or anything; just stripped all his clothes off, crawled into bed, and pulled you into his arms. he’d been gone for almost a month, working tirelessly alongside his employees to help with the grand opening of a brand new angel’s share location in liyue. branching out is great for business, but being separated for such an extended period was rough on both of you. you would’ve accompanied him to the land of commerce, but someone needed to hang back and manage the day to day operations at both the winery and tavern in mondstadt. but it’s okay bc your husband is home again now, and is presently grinding his neglected dick against your plush butt. intertwining your fingers with his in front of your lips, you groan and kiss the knuckle of his thumb, “mm, diluc baby, missed you…” he responds by rocking his pelvis harder. unbeknownst to you, he’s dreaming a sweet little dream of sinking his thick, pale cock inside the wet heat of your cunt. he grunts, but you don’t think much of his non-verbal response until his hips buck and then still as you feel his warm, creamy fluid squirt against your bare ass. you gasp and look over your shoulder to see him smack his lips sleepily as his eyelids flutter for an instant. realizing he’s still asleep and in the throes of a wet dream, you throw the covers back and sink down between his legs to clean his cum from his cock with a warm tongue bath, making his dreams even wetter for him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — ITTO

he’s in the peak of one of his ruts when he comes over to your place in need. your scent alone is enough to make him feral when he’s in heat like this. the towering oni barely makes it through your front door before scooping you up and carrying you to bed where he drops you on your back. he stands up again, staring down at you and licking his fangs as he peels his shirt off, exposing the scarlet markings on his broad chest and hard abs. he’s sniffing at the air, his mouth watering when he catches the familiar scent of your arousal. something about being manhandled by your oni makes you so wet for him, especially when his mating pheromones are lighting up the pleasure center of your reptilian brain. “take your clothes off, baby,” he commands, and you obey. he strips down to his boxers and lies down on his back before grabbing your naked thighs and practically dragging you on top of him. his thick, veiny cock has popped out of the hole in his underwear like it always does when he gets hard because he’s so fucking big. you sigh when your moist cunt drags along the textured underside of his wide shaft, the thick vein there rolling over your clit. you slick him up with your wet folds, gliding with ease and letting out a little whimper when your little pink pearl catches on the large mushroom tip of his cock. he’s watching your pretty pussy milk his precum out of his dark pink slit, the clear liquid oozing out almost nonstop and glistening in his white happy trail. “fuck, baby, come sit on my face,” he grumbles, cupping your ass in his huge hands and pulling you to straddle his shoulders. “y’smell so good ‘n i wanna taste ya…” you’re more than happy to oblige him, knowing how much he loves it when you ride his face and my gods, he’s so good at eating pussy, why wouldn’t you? you settle down on his waiting mouth, a shiver racing down your spine when his long tongue darts out to tease your engorged clit. immediately, your legs start to shake and you have to hold onto his horns to steady yourself so you don’t fall forward. he pulls your clit into his hot mouth, wrapping his lips around you, suckling your hard bud in pulses until you’re a whining mess above him. he’s watching you, slowly rutting his aching cock into the air behind you. his magma irises are nearly overtaken by his slitted pupils as you throw your head back and rock your hips. “f-fuck me with your tongue, itto~” he releases your clit with a lewd, wet pop; his black-painted claws drawing blood beneath the surface of your skin when he digs them into your plush ass to pull you harder against his face. he’s all but fucking the air with his drooling cock when he plunges his tongue inside your tight hole. you’re nearly sobbing when your fists tighten around his red horns, using them for leverage to fuck his face. the tip of his nose is bumping against your twitching clit when he growls and you cum hard in his mouth. you’re still clenching helplessly around his prodding tongue when he moans and you feel his long, thick ribbons of hot cum streak across your back.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — KAEYA

your boyfriend is lying on his back, enjoying the attention you’ve been giving to his naked body. you’ve left countless kisses and pretty little marks between his thighs when you press two fingers against his perineum, making him moan shamelessly as he arches his back off the bed. gods, he loves it. you haven’t even touched his dick yet, which is rock hard, twitching and leaking between his open legs. you spit on your fingers where they line up with his ass before massaging his rim. down to a mere shred of dignity, the cavalry captain is uncharacteristically close to begging, thrusting his purple-tipped cock into the air when he bucks his hips in an effort to try and push himself onto your finger as you prod at his tight little hole. he’s gritting his teeth and clenching his fists above his head but when he feels the delectable pressure of your digit finally entering him, his features go slack as a high-pitched sigh leaves his lips. his beautifully-toned arms are flexing, knuckles going white around his pillow while he clenches rhythmically around the tip of your finger as you slowly work it in a little deeper. “nnhmm~ fuck, baby…” he groans, arching his back again, “...give me more…” you tut at him with a light chuckle, “so greedy, kaeya.” but you oblige him. you pull out of him just long enough to add a second finger before pushing inside again, and he gasps. “oh fuck yes~” he brings a hand to your face and you look up at him to meet his heavy-lidded, heterochromatic gaze. his lips are parted and a dark pink blush graces his cheeks. “you look particularly stunning like this, love,” you coo at him, gently pressing deeper inside, “pleasure is definitely your color.” he smiles at you and cups your cheek, pressing his thumb to your lips which you happily welcome inside your mouth to suck on. “it’s all for you, snowflake hahhh~” his eyes roll back when you curl your fingers to press against that telltale soft spot inside of him. you wrap your free hand around his thigh, kissing and sucking new marks there as you gently fuck his puckering hole with your fingers. “ohh…hnn…gods yes!” he keens “fuck me harder, baby~” you thrust into him with increased pressure, tugging harder and harder on his p-spot, watching his dark-skinned balls move in his sac as they draw closer to his body - all while telling him how fucking sexy he looks for you and how you can’t wait to ride his cock. his mouth is open, eyes closed, he’s humping the air again when you feel him tighten around you. “fuck, f-feels so good…i’m- nnggnnfuck! cumming, baby!” his walls squeeze your fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses, his thick cock bouncing lewdly and slinging long ropes of his hot cum across his own chest and abs as he whimpers your name.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — THOMA

you’ve had this sweet boi on his knees for the past hour, completely naked and blindfolded. you’ve touched nearly every inch of his body with some part of your own, but with the clear expectations that 1) he has to keep his hands to himself and 2) he’s not allowed to cum until you tell him to. and he’s done so well. he’s even told you when he was close a few times so you could quickly wrap your fingers around the base of his pretty cock and squeeze it hard to hold his orgasm back. now he’s sitting back on his heels, strong thighs spread open, the rest of his senses in overdrive from the temporary loss of sight. a long, clear thread of precum dangles underneath his shaft as it leaks from his slit in a near-constant drip, making a cute little puddle on the floor between his legs. dark spots are forming in the fabric where the corners of his eyes are watering from the overwhelming-but-unresolved pleasure you’re giving him. you kneel down in front of him, inching your way between his legs until you’re close enough to kiss him. he eagerly kisses you back, chasing your lips when you pull away to suck on his pulse point. he stifles a whine when you lightly pinch his nipple and lovingly lick the new mark you made on his neck. you leave a trail of feather-light kisses along his jawline, making him bite his lip when you stop to nibble playfully at his earlobe. “always such a good, obedient boy for me, thoma,” you whisper, eliciting a hiss from him as you force his rock hard cock down to let the shiny, swollen tip slip between your wet pussy lips and nudge against your clit. “mmm~so hard…your cockhead feels so good, baby,” you coo in his ear. “your cunt…so warm,” he pants, his breath hot on your cheek. “ohhgods, gonna cum!” he warns. you pull away, letting his cock slap against his belly while sliding your fingers down to his base to give him a hard squeeze, but it’s too little too late. thoma tries to fight it, but his body betrays him and his hips begin to thrust involuntarily. he chokes back something between a groan and a whimper while his seed squirts out of his winking cockhole and against his navel before dribbling down his length and over your fingers. “m’sorry, milady,” he pants. “i tried not to…” but you take pity on him and untie his blindfold to find his pretty green eyes pleading with you. “hey,” you whisper against the corner of his mouth, “it’s okay, baby boy. you did so well for me and i’m proud of you.” he presses his forehead to yours and nods before kissing you passionately and lowering you to the floor so he can fuck you properly.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — ZHONGLI

he’s such a good sport, letting you practice some of the shibari skills he’s taught you…on him. the arm binder you’ve got him in looks beautiful; you take a couple of pictures and show them to him.

“hm, yes, very elegant indeed," he critiques thoughtfully. "your symmetry has greatly improved as well.”

you beam with pride at his praise and kiss his cheek. “thank you, li...although much of the credit goes to my most capable teacher,” you say with a wink.

you take a step back, admiring your work while seeking his reassurance that he’s adequately restrained, but not in any pain. you’d be lying if you said that seeing him like this didn’t make you a little wet - his bare, chiseled arms of onyx and gold bound exquisitely by black jute behind his back. this gives you an idea and you start to undress.

his lips curve into a little smile as you take off your top. “what are you doing, love?” he asks, enjoying the show.

you smirk down at him as you push your shorts down your legs before letting them fall to the floor. “a test,” you say, sitting on the edge of your shared bed just a few feet opposite him. “let’s see just how proficient i’ve become.”

he chuckles lowly as you lean back and spread your legs for him. a faint glow flickers behind his amber eyes as they follow your fingers when they begin to trace light patterns along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. the mouth-watering scent of your arousal hits his nose, sending a dull ache straight to his balls.

he watches intently as your fingers graze your slit, a dark groan forming in his throat when you spread your dewy petals for him. you hum appreciatively as you let your middle finger slide between your folds, collecting your slippery nectar on your fingertip before rolling your clit around with it. he shifts in his chair, a subtle adjustment that provides little more room for his cock to grow.

you let out a quiet moan and he licks his lips as he watches some of your slick trickle out before you gather it on your finger and smooth it over your hardening bud. his cock is getting uncomfortably hard and he’s beginning to get slightly annoyed at the fact that he keeps trying to bring a hand to his front to adjust himself, only to be reminded that he can’t. you even looped the rope through the slatted back of the chair he’s sitting in, so he can’t even stand up. you’re close enough to him that were his arms not bound, he would need only reach out to touch you, but in his current predicament all he can do is watch helplessly as you pleasure yourself.

you look between your legs to see him staring intently, his lips parted, eyes glowing fiercely as he shifts again in his seat. the god formerly known as rex lapis is so mesmerized by your masturbation that he doesn’t notice the mischievous grin that takes shape on your flushed face as you bite your lip. you watch his bright eyes widen when you finally dip a finger inside your tight hole. the sight of your slick coating your finger as you let it sink in all the way to your knuckle makes him huff impatiently. he can already taste you on the back of his tongue when he feels the first bead of his precum leak out onto his thigh.

you thrust your finger slowly a few more times before pulling it out and bringing it to your mouth to suck, only to return it to your cunt and adding a second finger to fuck yourself with. his cock is throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants and he’s desperate for something, anything to rut against.

you’re fingering yourself deeper now, harder, forcing more of your need out around your fingers, drenching your knuckles. your palm is slapping your clit as you raise your hips off the bed. zhongli’s hips start rocking on reflex, the pressure of his slacks pressing his cock against his thigh making him sigh with some semblance of relief. it’s not ideal but he’s so needy that if he doesn’t fuck something he's sure he’ll go mad.

inside his pants, he’s leaking all over his thigh, his swollen cockhead gliding easily through the puddle of precum on his leg and he whines at how good it feels. the warmth of his own skin, the slick of his pre, the texture of his slacks - it’s all too much. “cum! cum for me, darling…” he growls.

“hnnhh~ li? mmgonna cum for you,” you whine, struggling to keep up with your own impending orgasm, but you manage. “fuck! zhongli!” you cry, so worked up over the show you’re giving him that you squirt against your own hand for him.

he’s thrusting faster now, shamelessly rolling his hips, humping his own thigh. “nnhhhfuck…” he groans, the searing coil at the base of his spine about to snap. with just a couple more drags of his cock over his slick thigh, his mouth falls open in a loud moan, his hips jerking as a large wet spot spreads over the leg of his pants. he cums on himself so hard that some of his creamy white nut seeps through the fabric of his dark slacks before dripping down his inner thigh onto the floor below.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — masterlist

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — thank you for reading, loves. please consider reblogging and/or commenting if you enjoyed! smooches for you!

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suniix · 10 months

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small bite | (botw) link x reader

synopsis | reader gets cute agression and bites link

word count | 624

note | two posts in one day is insane but sorry i’ve fallen into a rabbit hole ever since totk came out so have another blurb!! 😣 first time writing for link so idk how i feel about it 💔 (also yes i just did one for inumaki i like the idea leave me alone)

The campfire made crackling sounds as Link fed it more logs. The sun had set long ago, the moon rising to take its place and casting a white glow across the land. The two of you had been traveling for a long time without breaks, so when you suggested that the two of you should rest for the night, Link offered no complaints. You were tired, the horses were tired; a break would benefit everyone.

You sat on the ground, far enough away so you wouldn’t get burned but close enough to still feel the warmth of the fire. Link took a seat right next to you on the floor, holding up mushroom skewers with a grin.

“Seriously? We just ate not too long ago.” You laughed, accepting the skewer nonetheless.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the small dinner Link had made (though, to be honest, you know he’ll make more, his stomach is like a void that never gets full). Finishing your skewer, you close your eyes, basking in the ambiance of the night. Somewhere in the distance, there was a cricket chirping. The grass tickled your legs as a small breeze passed through, making you shiver. It’s moments like this that give you hope for a new life after Ganon is defeated. Soon, you’ll have peaceful nights like this every day.

A rustling sound brings you out of your thoughts. Turning to look at Link, you noticed him preparing another skewer. You hold back a laugh, knowing you were right. Link hears you nonetheless and raises an eyebrow, almost as if saying, ‘What?’. You wave him off, a small giggle managing to escape. “It’s nothing, you keep eating.”

Link rolls his eyes, but you don’t fail to see the small smile growing on his lips. It’s not often that you get to see it, but he has a really nice smile. You wish you had the Sheikah slate right now to capture it.

In this moment, you can’t help but admire how beautiful he is. The light from the fire gave his sun-kissed skin a golden glow. His eyelashes are long, something you’ve commented on several times while on your journey together, casting shadows against his cheeks. Actually, his cheeks are unusually round today.

You’re tempted to squish them.

Silently debating whether or not to squish, you figure he wouldn’t mind. He does it often to you; this is only fair. Link turns to look at you as you lean in, half expecting you to kiss him, but instead you cup his cheeks. He gives a confused hum as you gently squish them for a few moments.

Slowly, you begin to pull him close to you. Now, Link thinks, now is when you give him a kiss. To his surprise, you bit his cheek. He doesn’t pull away; he just silently sits there as you bite his cheek.

When you pull away, Link is sitting there, confused. Link raises his skewer to you, gesturing for you to take it. This causes you to burst out laughing. “No no! I’m not hungry haha, just wanted to bite your cheek!”

“.. you sure?” Link asks, half expecting you to bite his cheek again.

“Yes, Link, I’m sure.” You laugh. You grab his free arm and wrap it around your shoulder, snuggling into his side for warmth.

Link goes back to eating, pulling you closer with his arm, still wondering where your sudden urge to bite him came from. While he was distracted, you turned to his arm that’s wrapped around your shoulder and bit his forearm. He flinches, once again caught off guard.

“If you’re hungry, please tell me.. I promise I didn’t eat everything and can make you another skewer.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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rafescurtainbangz · 10 days

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Mornings with Rafe +18 Minor DNI

Rafe x female reader

Ask: anon - Reader waking up rafe with a bj 🤠 also for my rp daddy @itssmerafecameron 🤭

Oral sex, language, pet names, roughish oral, brief unprotected p in v

✳︎unedited✳︎

760 words

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You breathe deeply, eyes opening slowly as you take in your familiar surroundings. Tanneyhill, North Carolina at its finest. The warm summer breeze kicks up the crisp white curtains through the drawn window. Rafe pulls you in a little closer, his strong arms dragging you toward his bare chest, nuzzling himself in the crook of your neck like his personal teddy bear.

There’s nothing on the schedule for the day but a trip to Charleston. Rafe, wanting to spoil you as usual with a shopping trip for his favorite girl. A personal thank you for not losing your mind after he disappeared for a few days on business.

His rough thumb brushes your stomach, even in his sleep his hands find some way to find their resting place on you. His gold rings shimmer as his hand moves a little lower, causing a sinful smile to spread on your lips.

Good morning, Rafe.

Rafe snores lightly, followed by a sleepy little groan as he proves you wrong, continuing with the slumber. He wraps his arms tightly around you, pushing his body flush with yours - his hard cock pressing against the plush of your ass.

Grabbing his wrist you pluck his hand off your body, causing him to tense up and draw a sharp breath. His muscles soften into the pillow once more as you slip under the linen sheets, working lower on the California King.

Your eyes travel down Rafe’s naked form; tanned skin and strong muscles, two deep v-lines leading to his aching cock. He's throbbing. You feel yourself start to pulse too as you eye the sheen of precum glistening on his tip, making your mouth water. Taking Rafe’s hips you press them flat, resting him back on the mattress as you slot yourself between his thighs.

Flattening your tongue you meet his warm skin, licking the length of his shaft to his swollen mushroom tip. You kitten lick the cum off, watching as his stomach muscles wind tight, still not awake, his body responding to your touch on its own.

Easing onto him slowly you take him back into your mouth, little by little, going as deep as you can go without gagging. Rafe lets out a soft groan as you begin to bob up and down, your hands resting lightly on his hips, sucking him off with no hands.

Rafe inhales sharply, unintentionally bucking his hips causing you to finally gag. He lets out a low, drawn-out moan as he comes to. "Baby girl…” He mumbles, “M’dreaming. Gotta be dreamin’,” he chuckles lightly, his voice is gravelly and low, the depth alone lighting you on fire.

Rafe lifts the sheet, meeting your gaze, smiling blissfully as he lifts his sleepy head off the pillow. "You're so fucking beautiful, princess. You know that?" He praises.

You suck off his cock, giving him a hazy smile, your eyes half-lidded, unable to take your eyes off him. He’s beautiful himself, his sandy blonde bangs a mess. His beautiful blue eyes on you like you're the only things he sees.

Rafe rakes his large hand into your hair, wordlessly demanding that you give him more as he gathers your hair in a ponytail. You sink lower, taking as much of him as you can get, making him moan. He throws his head back into the pillow, covering his face with his palm. “Oh my god, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

His hand follows your head as you shift, the other tossing off the sheet completely to get a better view. Rafe applies pressure to the back of your head, using your mouth to stroke his dick, working you up and down. You gag on his shaft, lewd noises pouring out of the both of you as spit rolls out the corners of your lips.

"Just like that, baby. Just. Like. That," he punctuates each word with a rough thrust into your open mouth. Cupping his balls with your hand you roll them delicately, causing his breathing to hitch and quicken. Rafe's moaning and praise draws a little closer, far louder than before. He traces his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids falling low. “I wanna finish inside you, baby. Co’mere - Come,” he murmurs.

Rafe presses back into the headboard, stroking his spit-covered cock in his fist as he tugs you closer. He looks down, watching as your warm wet cunt swallows his cock completely. He presses his lips against yours, cumming hard, moaning into your kiss as he buries his load deep.

"Fuck, Rafe," you whine.

“Good morning, princess.”

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demonsword586 · 1 month

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Beelzebub Attacker part 1

Whew! This took a little longer than I expected. Then again,the first parts are always a bit longer. The next part is coming in a few days!

(Pg: Abyssos streets)

The crowded streets of Abyssos at night.

Nicknamed the Country of Pleasure,the nights were brighter than the days.

And there,you...

Sniff Sniff

Beelzebub: Ha....Smells nice...

You were walking down that busy,tumultous street with Beelzebub,a handsome man who smelled your hair and was openly horny.

Mc: Ah! Don't smell me there...

Beelzebub: Why not? It smells delicious-

Embarrassed,you tried to push Beelzebub away,but it was impossible because he had his arm around your shoulders,half-leaning on you.

The streets of Abyssos's entertainment district where even more devils come and became crowded as the sun set,

And you had no choice but to walk closer to Beelzebub to avoid being run over by other devils.

The devils grew in number,the neon lights of the night were blindly bright,and Beelzebub bamboozled you most of all.

His flushed face,his soft voice and his guidence.

Beelzebub: Welcome to the night of Abyssos,the city of drugs,gambling and pleasure.

Beelzebub: Abyssos is a country where everything is legal. Oh! Except stealing other's lovers.

Beelzebub: I wanted to introduce you to the back alleys of our proud Abyssos. For the pride of Abyssos is not in the palace but in the back streets.

Beelzebub: Everywhere in Gehenna is like a back alley,but no offense,it's nostalgic. Keke~

Beelzebub said many things as though he was excited. You had never seen Beelzebub in such high spirits before.

Beelzebub: Oh! I wanted to go to that store with you.

He raised his finger,pointing at the sign far away.

{White Lovers}

Beelzebub: That restaurant is famous for making it's sauce with the semen of the healthiest,best-batured male devils in Abyssos.

Beelzebub: It's such that you would dance at the healthy taste once you try it.

Mc: (What the....It's strange but I'm curious.)

Leaning on you to the point it made you staggger,Beelzebub spoke joyfully with his arm around your waist.

Then,he pointed at the sign on the next store with his finger and continued.

{Forest of mushrooms}

Beelzebub: The shop next door is a cafe rhat distills the saliva of the most handsome men in Abyssos to make a variety of drinks.

Beelzebub: It's been around for 800 years,so there's a lot of tradition and a lot of pride.

Beelzebub: At the end of the day,they collect saliva and put it in Baba Yaga's cauldron to distill overnight,then make a drink from it in the morning to sell.

Beelzebub: There's only a certain amount of spit you can collect per night,so there's a limited amount they can sell,and I've only tried it a few times.

Mc: (So weird,but I want to try it!)

Afterward,Beelzebub entertained you by showing you around as if he were taking you on a trip.

Of course,you were most excited and happy to walk through a main street with an extraordinarily handsome man-

Mc: (Ugh...Satan will be angry)

That was right. You were at the royal tower of Gehenna a few minutes ago.

(Pg changes to Gehenna halls)

While enjoying a cup of tea with Ppyong and Sitri,Sitri's tea was too strong and caused Ppyong to go into caffeine shock. So the two momentarily left you for a while.

Beelzebub: Shall we get moving?

Mc: Beelzebub?!

Beelzebub appeared from behind your back,slipped his hand behind your knee to scooped you up in a princess hug,and flew out through the window.

(Pg changes back to Abyssos streets)

As a result,here you were.

You werw casually enjoying your date with Beelzebub,as if you'd arrange it days before.

Mc: (Wait,why was he in Gehenna? I mean,since when was he nearby?! And how did we arrive in Abyssos so quickly?!)

You were full of questions,but you were too hectic. And whats more...

Mc: (It feels like Beelzebub can disappear anytime soon,so I don't want to waste time talking about trivial things)

Even if it was Beelzebub's strategy to make you think that, you were willing to be fooled.

Mc: (Because Beelzebub is so cool that I don't want to waste a single second even when he's right next to me...)

You furtively raised your head to look up at Beelzebub's side profile as he joyfully looked around his surroundings.

The man who was leaning against you so casually,that you almost felt regretful,was looking around with a faint smile of longing and affection in his eyes.

Mc: Come to think of it....the surrounding devils are quiet. I thought they would cause a fuss again with Beelzebub being here.

Mc: Don't tell me that you caused a spell or something?

Beelzebub: Well,what do you think?

Beelzebub chuckled instead of answering. A naughty man who never gave a serious answer. But this was as good as 'yes'.

Otherwise,it didn't make sense that they would not recognize Beelzebub when they were so close to each other, they were bumping shoulders.

Mc: Anyway,what happened? It's so sudden!

Beelzebub: Sniff* Sniff*

Mc: (I was an idiot for wanting an answer...)

Beelzebub buried his nose in the top of your head as though he didn't have time to answer.

Bewlzebub: There are about three places where you smell really strongly. One is here,another is in your armpits and the third is in your-

Speaking in joy,Beelzebub pretended to straighten up and whispered in your ear.

Beelzebub: And 'that' place which began to get wet as soon as I started sniffing you.

Mc:!!

You tightened your thighs before you knew it.

Beelzebub snickered and rubbed his cheek in your messy hair.

Beelzebub: I missed you. That's all.

Mc: !!!

Your heart thumped without resistence at the innocent confession,lightly delivered at the strange timing.

Strangely enough,you didn't feel like hiding the feelings in your heart.

Minhyeok's face momentarily flashed in your mind,but at the same time,another more honest emotion you had...

Mc: I missed you too.

Beelzebub: I thought you did. That's why I came here to see you.

The man's words had no weight,no modesty,but you thought it didn't matter.

Mc: (It's nice to hear)

With that honest emotion alone,you decided to enjoy this situation.

As though he had sensed your feelings,Beelzebub began to walk while pulling you closer to him and holding !ou more closely than before.

Just then,a sign poking out above the tall devils' head caught your eye.

Mc: Beelzebub,what kind of store is that? It has a drawing of a knife...is it a restaurant?

Beelzebub: Ahh,thats the store run by a devil who has the ability to change your gender.

Beelzebub: If you invest a few more seconds there,you can change !our gender right away.

Beelzebub: Its only available there,but it's a favorite spot for devils who want to swap positions with their lover.

Mc: T-That's amazing!

Beelzebub: Well,but it doesn't matter to you,right? All the devils here woudn't mind if you were a man or a woman.

Beelzebub said in a sing-song voice as thought the fact made him really happy.

Beelzebub: Ah,we're nearly there.

Mc: (You had a destination in mind?!)

You gasped in suprise and pointed at the nearest sign.

The sign had a drawing of a rope which looked like a noose.

Mc: Is that our destination?

Beelzebub: Ah,no. But shall we stop by there if you're intrested?

Mc: What do they have in there?

Beelzebub: It's a suicidal cafe. The customers can decide on the method of suicide.

Beelzebub: They can die by decapitation,dismemberment or drowning.

Mc: What?! Do they really die?!

Beelzebub: No,the owner of the store comes to save you just before you die,so you won't die for real.

Beelzebub: But it's just a place you go to feel that ectatic feeling of death.

Beelzebub: When you're really a second away from death,the owner uses his ability to restore you to your previous state.

Beelzebub: From what I heard,the owner is from Paradise Lost....He's a mysterious devil.

Mc: Is it alright for a devil from another country to do business here?

Beelzebub: Well,Bael will take care of that well,so - I don't really know about things like that.

Mc: (You're the king,but you don't know.)

Feeling trivially shocked,you sent words of comfort to Bael in your mind.

Just thwn Beelzebub came to a stop and so did you.

He had come to a stop infront of a bright red,steel door in the shape of a large arch.

Mc: Is this today's destination?

Beelzebub: No,this is a shelter.

Beelzebub: In human terms...a home in the woods? A bench in a large square in the center of a park? I don't know.

Mc: This flashy,prominent thing is a shelter?

Beelzebub: It should be flashy and prominent for you to notice and rest inside,shoudn't it?

Mc: Now that you say it,yea.

Persuaded by Beelzebub's reason,you opened the large door and entered with Beelzebub.

(Pg changes to the 'shelter' inside)

But you froze,your expectations of relaxing music or quiet room dashed as soon as you walked through the door.

Happy-looking Male devil: Ah...hnn!...

Happy-looking Female devil: Hn,hnn-hnngh...ah...ah!

Over the sticky,jazzy music,loud moans from around the spacious room overlapped,creating a cacophony that tickled your stomach.

In the reddish room,there was a plush couch that was obviously meant for relaxation, but it was covered in bodily fluids spilled by the devils everywhere...

And they were even conducting intercourse on the couch.

Mc: B-Beelzebub,I think we entered the wrong room...

Scratching your cheek in embarrassment,you pulled on thw hem of Beelzebub's clothes. He turned,then-

Beelzebub: Raise your arms. Say hooray!

Mc: Hooray?...

Beelzebub required it all too naturally,and you raised your arms without even doubting him.

Then the shirt you were wearing was pulled off the top of your head.

Mc: Huhhh?!!!

Startled,you raised your arms too late to cover your chest,

Beelzebub: How nice of you. Are you helping me?

Said Beelzebub,then casually threw his arms around you as if to embrace you,and immediately reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

Mc: Huhhhh?!

You made a stupid sound again,but you were already in Beelzebub's arms,stripped of your shirt and upper underwear.

Mc: W-Wait! I don't know what's going on now-

Beelzebub: We are going to take a break!

Beelzebub smiled as he hugged you.

You were about to experience a 'break' rhat you had never experienced before.

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