#unmindfulness

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

I’m thrilled to say that…

Based on this video, Kris was present in today’s early rehearsals! 💙💙💙

(That is, unless Kiki somehow grew several inches in height and got rid of his tattoos…)

Also, the saga of Bojan refusing to wear short shorts this summer continues. Very demure, very mindful, very cutesy. 👀

Source: kazinasvetplesa on IG

[fandaniel]

i do find it funny a lot of my fundamental ways i approach the world is so different from fandaniels. which is why i did not fuck with him. for awhile.

[t-zone]

he is just sooooo cutes! (image of a grown man frowning in a full suit)

[goanetwork7-blog]

Air India Express Corporate Sports League - a peak behind the screen

[littlegoblinworld]

Heedless #heedless #thoughtless #careless #unmindful #procreate #procreateart #procreateartwork #procreateillustration #procreatedrawing #procreateartist #digitalart #digitalartwork #digitalillustration #digitaldrawing #digitalartist #blackandwhiteart #blackandwhitedrawing #blackandwhiteillustration #instagramartist https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm7JBAKPrYZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[angelltheninth]

An Archon's Fated One

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, failed arranged marriage, running away, love confession, loss of virginity, kissing, mating bite, protectiveness, creampie, tail shenanigans, Rex Lapis!Zhongli

Word count: 1.5k

Ao3

A/N: Come get your dragonfucking smut!

You knew from the start that the arranged marriage wouldn't work out. Your so called husband was an abusive, entitled asshole, besides your heart already belonged to someone else. It has for a very long time. He was the only one you loved, the man you ran to for safety and comfort, Rex Lapis, Morax, or as you knew him, Zhongli.

The door to his home opened as soon as you approached, he senses you, moreover he sensed your distress. "Ah, I didn't mean to frighten you. When I felt you approach I... your... your wrists... your neck... what?" His eyes widened in horror as he took you in. You must have looked pretty pathetic to him, crying and cowering by his side as he ushered you inside, placing his hooded coat over you, unmindful of his own half-nakedness.

He didn't push you for answers, he ordered for a bath to be ready for you, and any change of clothes you wished. When you walked beside him you could feel his thick tail caressing your lower back and your legs. No hands. Not until you told him it was okay to do so.

Would he think you even weaker if he knew? You were human so you already paled in comparison to a god. You knew that even if he shared your feelings your relationship would never last. Zhongli opened the door for you to show you into the bedroom you normally stayed at when you spent the nights at his place. He never crossed the line of sleeping with you, he never even kissed you, the most you got out of him were late night cuddles and breakfast.

No wonder your husband was jealous. You spent more time with here then with him. Doesn't change the fact that you never wanted to marry him in the first place. Or what he did to you.

"Wait." You called out, hands touching Zhongli's tail, "Please don't go. I'm... scared of being alone tonight."

Zhongli turned to face you and let his hands hover over your shoulders, still waiting for your signal. After you gave him a nod you felt his warmth, his arms pull you into a hug, against his chest, felt exactly where his arm markings stopped, and when you hugged him back felt where his dragon trail began as your hands rested on the small of his back.

The bed was just as soft as always, like what you imagined sleeping on a cloud might feel like. The only sturdiness was Zhongli himself. "He did this, am I correct?" Your tremble of fear was confirmation enough. Zhongli snarled, his eyes flashing bring yellow for a moment before he took a deep breath of your scent to calm down. "I should have sensed it. I should have been there. I am so sorry darling."

You snuggled deeper into his arms, taking in his comforting words and petname, "I told him I wanted a divorce, that... there was someone else." His arms slackened slightly, but you kept going, "I told him I loved an Archon and he laughed at first. Then I told him... that it was you. He... accused me of cheating on him."

His silence invited you to keep talking, as did his tail, now coiling around you.

"Because I was here so often he thought we were sleeping together. Didn't believe me when I said we were only friends. He got angry, really angry." Your body shook remembering his hands around your neck, the names he called you, the insults.

"So you ran here. To me." Zhongli's voice sounded lower then usual. It sent a very different kind of chill down your body, one that finished between your legs. It was shameful. How something so simple had an effect on you. It wasn't anything new for you, when you were in here you always had your hand between your legs at least once a night, not daring to call his name out.

"Because I knew you'd keep me safe Zhongli. I trust you."

"You love me." He announced, shifting his body until he was on top of you, looking down at you, his face still stoic but his hands conveying his love as they cupped your face. "If you so wish, if you would allow me, I could make you my woman. My mate."

Your heart wanted it, your cunt did too, pulsing and empty, "I don't need you to pity me. I know I'm just a human. I have nothing to offer you."

"That is not true. For years now you've been coming here, keeping me company, talking to me, keeping me from going insane. Also," He bent down and nosed your neck, "don't think I don't know what you've been doing in here. This is my domain, I hear and see everything and everyone."

It was probably you who spread your legs for him, made it easy for his hips to push between them, for him to press his rock hard bulge against your core. There was so much heat between you two, but not enough friction. He could fix that, you could see he ached to fix that if only you said the words.

"Zhongli, please make me yours." Every other time you uttered those words it was in the thorns of passion and without him there to do so. Now he was here, on top of you, pealing off your clothes layer by layer until you lay naked beneath him. His pants followed, revealing that hard cock that's been the subject of your dreams for so many nights.

"Has he..." Zhongli trailed off, his body shaking as he aligned himself up with your entrance, gathered some wetness at the tip and waited.

You shook your head, "He wanted me to submit on my own, but how could I when I only wanted you." You reached back, undoing the tie in his hair with one hand and scratching at the base of his strong horn with the other, feeling the scales there. And with your heels you felt the beginning of his tail as you pulled him closer, "I want you to be the only one for me from now on."

"And I shall be." Zhongli handled you with gentleness, but also possessiveness, his hands running to your hips, his eyes following the bounce of your breasts when he entered you, the gulp you made that tapered off into a moan. It was very much to his liking. "My bite, I will hurt. However if you're to be my mate, my bride, it's necessary."

The pain of it scared you a little, but the pleasure you currently felt, his big, thick, throbbing cock rolling in and out of you with every movement of his hips was enough to distract you. You leaned up to kiss him first, "I do." You whispered against his lips, which made him tilt his head, "It's how humans seal a wedding."

"Ah. Then... I do." Zhongli's lips felt much hotter than your own, every part of him felt hotter. You wondered how his cum would feel. Your pussy clenched around him at the thought. His cock responded by twitching.

You leaned your head backwards, exposing your neck to him. His claws dug into the sheets and bedding beside your hips, clawing and tearing at them, he was trying to hold back from finishing. "I wanted you for so long. So long, my darling. The amount of seed I wasted when I should have been planting it inside your womb instead... it angers me."

Sharp teeth ticked your skin, feeling you gulp before they settled between your neck and your shoulder, "Please. I want to be yours Zhongli. In every sense of the word."

That firm tail now wrapped around your leg like a snake, pulling it to the side so that he could have even more room. You were right, the bite hurt, but the pain was pale when compared to the pleasure that flowed both in and out of you moments later. You were hot all over, hot as your body arched against his, hot on the inside as you would be impregnated by his seed tonight, the sheer amount spilling from you, making your thighs sticky.

Despite giving it your best shot you couldn't leave marks on his back, but you knew he felt that you tried, a pleasant rumble emanating from his lips as they pulled away from your neck. Zhongli rolled you both to the side, his tail trading being coiled around your leg to being coiled around your hips.

One of his hand pressed down against your stomach, his voice low, "I love you." It was almost too quiet to be a whisper. "I will keep you safe, I promise you. Nothing and no one will ever bring you harm again."

If you had enough strength you would have cried again at that very moment. There will be time for tears, both happy and sad in the future. For now you wanted to rest, to sleep your first night with him soundly. With him, Rex Lapis, Morax, Zhongli, your new husband.

[sherlock-is-ace]

One of my favorite things about Granada Holmes is the fact that it starts with the relationship between Holmes and Watson already established. They've been living together a few years already, and we get a fast yet wonderful glimpse at what that relationship is within the first few minutes of the first episode.

Watson comes in worried about Holmes' mood and then his health (when he thinks he's been on the drugs).

We have Holmes sort of playing a little prank on Watson. Going on and on about how he hates being bored and that's why he uses drugs, only to reveal that he actually has a case and hadn't touched the syringe at all.

He asks Watson for his deductions and celebrates when he's right.

Holmes bought Watson some cigars!! "You see, I was not unmindful of your return".

Then they get to meet the client together as partners. "I am lost without my Boswell"

In quite rapid succession we have a series of little moments and interactions that lay out exactly who these characters are and what their relationship is like. Not even 10 minutes in and you feel like you've known these characters for years. That's wonderful writing imo

[thepastdied]

Drowning in Chocolate

eddie munson × reader fluff

Word Count: ~ 1k

Summary: You want to be Eddie's partner for a class project.

You stared at the back of Eddie's head as the sound of several chairs screeched across the tiled floor.

You were dreading this moment all semester. It was time for the group project that would replace a final exam, and, as much as you'd prefer that, you hated having to partner up. The rest of the class was already scrambling to grab their friends, bumping into desks and pushing other students out of chairs so they could sit with their groups so they could discuss their topics.

Of course, no one paid you any mind. 

Or Eddie.

And he couldn't care less, head resting in his palm as he gazed out the window at the bright spring day - completely oblivious to all the bustling. You could see just the side of his face and the flutter of his long eyelashes when he blinked, bangs fluffing when he blew a piece from his eye. Those big, chocolate brown eyes. You could watch him all day. 

You were both the only people without partners. Though, even if there was someone else, you didn't want them. Your stomach churned as you willed yourself to muster up enough courage just to reach out and–

"Eddie?" You blurted, biting your tongue the moment his name slipped past your lips. Your hand was just inches from his back and you quickly retracted it.

"Huh?" He jumped and spun around, knee hitting his desk, causing him to briefly wince before smiling shyly. Oh my god, his freckles got darker. Your heart skipped a beat.

You blinked at him a few times when your eyes met, big brown eyes looking at you expectantly. Fuck. You were sucked right in. 

"Me?" He pointed to himself, finger tapping against his Motorhead patch before whipping his head toward the classroom, eyes darting around.

"I'm pretty sure you're the only 'Eddie' in this class.." You stated, lips turning up into a smile.

His lips formed into an 'O' at the realization, nodding slowly as he resituated himself to face you, eyes boring into yours again. Your anxiety flared up again and you felt like you were drowning in those fucking eyes. They were swallowing you whole, thick chocolate suffocating you.

"Uh.." He started, shifting in his seat. "Yeah, sorry, I'm used to people calling me 'Munson' or 'freak' so it kinda took me by surprise.." He tittered, fingers playing with the corner of your textbook.

"Do you know that we have a group project?-" 

"When!?" He looked at you incredulously and slapped both of his hands on top of your desk.

Your eyes widened in surprise, laughing at his unmindfulness.

"The teacher just assigned it, Eddie.."

Eddie's lips just barely pinched into a small smile when you said his name. He groaned and looked back at the teacher who stood directly in front of a chalkboard with an entire description of the project's guidelines. He turned back to you slowly, sheepishly puffing out a breath. 

"Did you wanna… do it with me?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him.

He looked dumbfounded, squinting his eyes at you.

"Did they put you up to this?" He pointed his thumb toward the jocks sitting a few seats over, tone serious.

You looked over at the boys who so happened to be looking back, the three of them exchanging looks with one another and laughing at something the other said. Your blood boiled. Not because of what Eddie said, but because they were the ones that teased him enough to make him even think that in the first place.

"Got a problem?" You snapped at them.

Eddie dropped his hand, eyes widening as he looked between you and the boys you were glaring at. They all stopped laughing, shock written on all their faces. No one had heard you speak that loud before - or even heard you speak in general.

"No?" You raised an eyebrow and leaned in their direction. All of them shook their heads awkwardly and turned back.

"Do you want to be partners for the project." You confidentially asked him, figuring that your embarrassing awkwardness earlier could have made him suspicious.

"Y-yeah, sure -" He nodded dumbly, sitting up straighter in his seat as he nervously chewed the inside of his lip. 

Your mouth went dry, adrenaline wearing thin. You couldn't speak and felt like you were choking. Eddie was looking at you again with those stupidly pretty eyes, you were choking on chocolate.

"You know," He started, finger pointing up. "I've never had someone ask to be my partner before." 

You wanted to lie and act surprised- but you couldn't. Both of you knew it wasn't a shocker. You gave him a pensive smile, looking down at his hands where his fingers twisted around his rings. Did he put on cologne?

"Well, I wanted to ask you when Mrs. O'Donnell mentioned it the first week of class-"

"She mentioned it the first week -.. wait -" He did a few hard blinks, leaning forward over your desk as you slightly moved yours back at his close proximity.

"You wanted to ask me before it was even assigned?!" He yelled in a hushed tone as he held his heart at the confession, chocolate eyes glistening.

You giggled at his reaction, his lips pulling into a grin at the sound.

"So I ain't just a last resort?"

"Absolutely not!" You crossed your arms and shook your head. 

"Hmm.. so you've wanted to talk to me all semester then?" He smirked and cooly sat back, puckering his lips.

You gave him a tight smile and narrowed your eyes.

"Don't get ahead of yourself -"

"Alright, alright.. sorry, just surprised a pretty girl asked to be my partner. It's only 8am and two things - oh my god…" His hand that he was motioning back and forth as he talked stilled and his eyes snapped to yours, wide in panic.

Your mouth was slightly open. Pretty.. he called you pretty. You were submerged now, chocolate over your head. All your senses were obscured aside from your eyes remaining on his.

Just before you were able to speak, the bell rang. 

Eddie clumsily scrambled out of his seat, mumbling an"Eddie, you're so stupid" before grabbing his backpack from the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. He glanced at you one last time before turning to leave but stopped in his tracks.

"Yeah, I'll be your partner." He stood slightly hunched over awkwardly, head turned slightly away from you as he mumbled. "See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." You said sweetly, trying to make him feel less embarrassed.

And then he was gone, practically running out of the class.

You took a silent gasp of air, finally coming out of the chocolate ocean.

[first-edition]

Priority

Castiel has always taken care of you and prioritized you, especially in bed. But when you try and fail to prioritize him he reassures you.

Cw- smut. Unprotected p in v (WRAP THAT SHIT UP), Castiel x fem reader, y/n used, pet names, mention of riding, brief clit play description, cream pie, crying, brief embarrassment, aftercare, missionary.

THIS FIC IS NOT FOR THE EYES OF MINORS. DNI

Your breathy moans that you’d booth been swoallowing penetrate the air around you. Your hands rest on your lovers chest as you towers your lower half up and back. His cock peircing you perfectly over and over.

One grip on your breast the other on the flesh of your hip. Castiel always takes care of you when you share the intimate act of sex. But you’ve wanted to take care of him. Granted he dosnt need it being an angel. If anything he gets off more on taking care of you after.

Him begin able to hold you and clean you up. He loves the thought of you being small and fragile for an human and angel combination.

“Ngh f-fuck..” your motions falter and cass immediately takes note pulling his hand away from your breast and to the other hip holdin your steady the new touch makes your cunt clench around him causing him to groan in repose.

You continue once more however the burning in your thighs begins to take a toll. It’s only been 20 minutes and yet you cant support yourself. The unminding feeling of pathetic and useless to please him begin to dwindle on your mind set as you shut your eyes and hang your head. Your movements continue.

Cass notices you sudden change and is more than happy to get into action. He stops your hips and takes your hands in his before sitting you and lifting your face to his connecting your lips. His right around wraps around your body and his left moves down his hand caressing your thigh.

“I got you love.” He says briefly giving you air from the heated kiss. He pulls you close to him and turns you both over so he remains on top and and adjusts you perfectly before continuing. His thrusts up into you make your head spin as he’s proped up his arms beside your head as he breaths against you.

Your arms wraps around his neck your fingers finding his hair. You grip onto his short locks and shoulder as he thrust dont falter. His groans and moans in your ear run straight to your core.

Tear threaten to prick your eyes as your become defeated. With your lack of triumph with wanting to do something for cass for once. But your shame is over powered by the rush of pleausre as his hand moves down between your legs immediately finding your clit circling only needing to be a few times before you come undone under him.

Cass curses against your skin as he feels your cunt tighten around his cock causing his thrusts to falter.

“Ple-please.. i-inside.” You gasp out before he roughly pushes up into you cumming deep within you. Granted something worse than hell itself could be spawned becuase of his action but neither of you cared. All you both cared about the pleausre you were blinded by.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as he thrusts his finish back up into you a few more times before inevitably pulling out carefully as to not hurt you or cause you more sensitive discomfort.

He trails kisses down from your lips over your chest and stomach before pulling back from you to move right back to your lips. His soft touch on your waist and gentle touch causes the tears that were pricking your eyes begin to spill over your eyes down onto your cheeks. Castiel pulls back in worry his hand placing itself on your cheek his thumb swiping off you tears pure concern in his eyes.

“Y/n? My love? Whats wrong? Was i too rough? Im sorry I didn’t mean to be..” he expresses as he begins to look your nude body over you shake your head no to him.

“I-im embarrassed…” you cry. He frowns scanning your face wondering why.

“Why? Have i done something to embarrass you?” He asks blaming himself for the root of your problem.

“N-no i..” you sniff trailing off.

“Look at me. What is it?” He asks again.

“You alway d-do so much for me…in bed and out of. I just…i wanted to do something f-…for you. I cant even ride you long enough before my legs give out.” You say turing your head to the side to look away. He places his hand back on your cheek moving you back to look at him.

He shakes his head giving you a reassuring smile.

“You’re a human. Im an angel, i dont want to say i have more stamina than you but it’s true. I dont want you to have to pleasure me. I gain more than enough when i do so to you. You make me so happy and well…horny just being you and allowing me to take care of you hmm?” He says a faint blush dusts over your face.

You nod to him before he places a chase kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much and i will always be please to take care of you. Now allow me to draw a bath for you hmm?” He asks although getting up to do it anyway. You nod to him. You hold out your arms like a kid wrapping them around his neck pressing your lips against his which he happily reciprocates.

“I love you too.” You speak pressing your foreheads together once you both break to kiss.

[ginnyw-potter]

Commenting etiquette

Yes, we do need to talk about it. And I'm not talking about the hateful comments, there are mean people everywhere. I'm talking about people who enjoy the fic but don't seem to get that across entirely.

I frequently hear other writers get so discouraged by unmindful comments and it's something I've experienced too.

And I absolutely do not want to get people scared to comment, because the majority of comments are good and wonderful, I just hope a few do's and don'ts help everyone along.

You do not know the writer and the writer doesn't know you Most of the time, you do not have any rapport going with the writer or very little, unless you are besties who are in each other's PMs. What that means

It is really difficult to guess people's tone and intentions from a few words in a comment box, especially if they're dubious. So don't make them dubious! It's so easy to say I like...., I enjoyed... Put it in there, please (more tips below)

You don't know what people are going through There can be about 700 reasons a writer doesn't update... maybe they don't feel like it, maybe life got in the way, sometimes people go an have babies, or their house burns down! The dreaded AO3 curse! So, be kind, always. You are getting free words. Writers do not owe you an update when you want, no matter what humongous cliff hanger they left you on

It's so easy to be misunderstood online.

"But I want an update!"

Yeah, I get it. you're excited! But asking for an update is hardly ever going to land well. What you can say instead of 'When do you update?' (or other, ruder, options and double question marks often come across as rude. leave them at home) is 'I am eagerly awaiting an update!' You're still letting them know you're filled with excitement for an update, but you're not demanding it. Important note: If you say this, please let it not be the only thing you write. Say a little more as to why. If you want an update, you surely know why.

... So how do you write a good comment?

(Obviously there are a lot of ways to write great comments, but here are a few pointers for people who get anxious leaving a comment.)

Say you are enjoying the fic or the chapter. it's so easy. This is the bare minimum if you comment, in my humble opinion I love this fic This chapter was amazing This fic lives in my head rent-free!

Point out things you liked or tell what the fic did with your emotions I really loved it when x went to x and confessed their love I was at the edge of my seat the whole time! Crying over this fic, it's so perfectly angsty

You can express sentiment about the further story, but do it well I can't wait to find out about x I will be wondering about x until next update I am so entranced, I am so excited to find out more about x When you update I'm going to be first in line to read!

Any other sentiments, a thank you note or the likes are nice, or leave more kudos by pasting in the more kudos images (it's so easy, and posts tend to have instructions) link here

Example of a good comment:

I love this fic so much I have literally not stopped reading until I was caught up When she was almost run over by the bus, my heart stopped and I was so relieved when she made it! I loved the bit where he helps her clean up the tea spill, so sweet and tender. I wonder how she's going to explain that tea stain to her evil stepmother.... Thank you so much for this update!

You can also install the floating AO3 box, and I love to use it to already comment on particular things I liked as I go so I don't forget, and it easily let's you copy-paste bits into the comment box so you can point out exactly what you liked about it.

A lot of people have started treating fics as something to consume and don't see the writer behind it, and it's so sad to see people recommend people to only read finished fics, that don't comment or only to ask when they are getting more words. (I know if you've read this far you're likely not one of those.)

And then they're surprised their favourite author stopped posting, when that author may think their fic isn't liked by you (because you never took the time to say) or they lose the enjoyment of posting because people just always simply demand more, more and more.

In summary, be kind to your writer. they're a whole person who is putting wonderful stories out for you for free. they likely have a day job or school to get to and a 100 worries you know nothing about. I'm not the comment police, I can't tell you what to comment but I just hope you take into consideration how your comment is going to be received by the writer on the other side.

[mxqdii]

hii ❤

can you do a matt fic where he relates to reader with her anxiety and he sees himself in her iykwim?

thank uuu!

the only one who understands - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt realizes him and y/n are more alike then he thought

warning(s): anxiety, kissing.

not proofread

me and the triplets are on our way to a meet and greet with a bunch of fans and i'm nervous out of my mind

luckily, i've always been good at hiding it

atleast thats what i thought

we arrive at the venue, heading backstage to get ready

i sit down scrolling on my phone, unmindful of my leg bouncing up and down and the way im using my free hand to pick at my fingers

anxiety is beaming out of me, and matt notices

"hey, you okay?" he asks, sitting next to me

"yeah im fine" i answer with a smile

i go back to looking on my phone, not knowing matt is still staring at me.

and even though i didn't know it, matt was thinking about when chris used to ask him the same thing, and how he'd always say what i just said, he remembers picking at his fingers and bouncing his knee up and down, he remembers all of it.

matt grabs my phone and puts it down, causing me to look at him in confusion

"can you- can you just follow me for a sec?" he asks and i nod, confused but agreeing

"sure.."

he grabs my hand, leading me outside to the back

"why're we here?" i ask

"thought you could use some fresh air.." he says and i laugh

"matt i'm fine" i say again, this time not so certain

"why do you keep saying that?" he asks

i let out a breath and look around, avoiding eye contact

"can i try something?" he mumbles and i look at him

i nod as he starts leaning closer

his hands find their way to my cheeks

he leans in and his lips reach mine, he kisses me softly.

after a few seconds, he pulls away and i smile

"feel better?" he asks

"yeah... actually." i say

"do you mind if i do that again?" he questions and i laugh

"not at all matt"

TAGLIST:

@stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm

[songofapollon]

Homeric Hymn III. TO APOLLO

Translated by H. G. Evelyn-White

TO DELIAN APOLLO

[1] I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow. But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house. Then she leads him to a seat and makes him sit: and the Father gives him nectar in a golden cup welcoming his dear son, while the other gods make him sit down there, and queenly Leto rejoices because she bare a mighty son and an archer. Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows; her in Ortygia, and him in rocky Delos, as you rested against the great mass of the Cynthian hill hard by a palm-tree by the streams of Inopus.

[19] How, then, shall I sing of you who in all ways are a worthy theme of song? For everywhere, O Phoebus, the whole range of song is fallen to you, both over the mainland that rears heifers and over the isles. All mountain-peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep and beaches sloping seawards and havens of the sea are your delight. Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea-girt Delos -- while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds -- whence arising you rule over all mortal men?

[30] Among those who are in Crete, and in the township of Athens, and in the isle of Aegina and Euboea, famous for ships, in Aegae and Eiresiae and Peparethus near the sea, in Thracian Athos and Pelion's towering heights and Thracian Samos and the shady hills of Ida, in Scyros and Phocaea and the high hill of Autocane and fair-lying Imbros and smouldering Lemnos and rich Lesbos, home of Macar, the son of Aeolus, and Chios, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea, and craggy Mimas and the heights of Corycus and gleaming Claros and the sheer hill of Aesagea and watered Samos and the steep heights of Mycale, in Miletus and Cos, the city of Meropian men, and steep Cnidos and windy Carpathos, in Naxos and Paros and rocky Rhenaea -- so far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son. But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, until queenly Leto set foot on Delos and uttered winged words and asked her:

[51] "Delos, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son "Phoebus Apollo and make him a rich temple --; for no other will touch you, as you will find: and I think you will never be rich in oxen and sheep, nor bear vintage nor yet produce plants abundantly. But if you have the temple of far-shooting Apollo, all men will bring you hecatombs and gather here, and incessant savour of rich sacrifice will always arise, and you will feed those who dwell in you from the hand of strangers; for truly your own soil is not rich."

[62] So spake Leto. And Delos rejoiced and answered and said: "Leto, most glorious daughter of great Coeus, joyfully would I receive your child the far-shooting lord; for it is all too true that I am ill-spoken of among men, whereas thus I should become very greatly honoured. But this saying I fear, and I will not hide it from you, Leto. They say that Apollo will be one that is very haughty and will greatly lord it among gods and men all over the fruitful earth. Therefore, I greatly fear in heart and spirit that as soon as he sets the light of the sun, he will scorn this island -- for truly I have but a hard, rocky soil -- and overturn me and thrust me down with his feet in the depths of the sea; then will the great ocean wash deep above my head for ever, and he will go to another land such as will please him, there to make his temple and wooded groves. So, many-footed creatures of the sea will make their lairs in me and black seals their dwellings undisturbed, because I lack people. Yet if you will but dare to sware a great oath, goddess, that here first he will build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, then let him afterwards make temples and wooded groves amongst all men; for surely he will be greatly renowned."

[83] So said Delos. And Leto sware the great oath of the gods: "Now hear this, Earth and wide Heaven above, and dropping water of Styx (this is the strongest and most awful oath for the blessed gods), surely Phoebus shall have here his fragrant altar and precinct, and you he shall honour above all."

[89] Now when Leto had sworn and ended her oath, Delos was very glad at the birth of the far-shooting lord. But Leto was racked nine days and nine nights with pangs beyond wont. And there were with her all the chiefest of the goddesses, Dione and Rhea and Ichnaea and Themis and loud-moaning Amphitrite and the other deathless goddesses save white-armed Hera, who sat in the halls of cloud-gathering Zeus. Only Eilithyia, goddess of sore travail, had not heard of Leto's trouble, for she sat on the top of Olympus beneath golden clouds by white-armed Hera's contriving, who kept her close through envy, because Leto with the lovely tresses was soon to bear a son faultless and strong.

[102] But the goddesses sent out Iris from the well-set isle to bring Eilithyia, promising her a great necklace strung with golden threads, nine cubits long. And they bade Iris call her aside from white-armed Hera, lest she might afterwards turn her from coming with her words. When swift Iris, fleet of foot as the wind, had heard all this, she set to run; and quickly finishing all the distance she came to the home of the gods, sheer Olympus, and forthwith called Eilithyia out from the hall to the door and spoke winged words to her, telling her all as the goddesses who dwell on Olympus had bidden her. So she moved the heart of Eilithyia in her dear breast; and they went their way, like shy wild-doves in their going.

[115] And as soon as Eilithyia the goddess of sore travail set foot on Delos, the pains of birth seized Leto, and she longed to bring forth; so she cast her arms about a palm tree and kneeled on the soft meadow while the earth laughed for joy beneath. Then the child leaped forth to the light, and all the goddesses washed you purely and cleanly with sweet water, and swathed you in a white garment of fine texture, new-woven, and fastened a golden band about you.

[123] Now Leto did not give Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, her breast; but Themis duly poured nectar and ambrosia with her divine hands: and Leto was glad because she had borne a strong son and an archer. But as soon as you had tasted that divine heavenly food, O Phoebus, you could no longer then be held by golden cords nor confined with bands, but all their ends were undone. Forthwith Phoebus Apollo spoke out among the deathless goddesses: "The lyre and the curved bow shall ever be dear to me, and I will declare to men the unfailing will of Zeus."

[133] So said Phoebus, the long-haired god who shoots afar and began to walk upon the wide-pathed earth; and all goddesses were amazed at him. Then with gold all Delos was laden, beholding the child of Zeus and Leto, for joy because the god chose her above the islands and shore to make his dwelling in her: and she loved him yet more in her heart, and blossomed as does a mountain-top with woodland flowers.

[140] And you, O lord Apollo, god of the silver bow, shooting afar, now walked on craggy Cynthus, and now kept wandering about the island and the people in them. Many are your temples and wooded groves, and all peaks and towering bluffs of lofty mountains and rivers flowing to the sea are dear to you, Phoebus, yet in Delos do you most delight your heart; for there the long robed Ionians gather in your honour with their children and shy wives: mindful, they delight you with boxing and dancing and song, so often as they hold their gathering. A man would say that they were deathless and unageing if he should then come upon the Ionians so met together. For he would see the graces of them all, and would be pleased in heart gazing at the men and well-girded women with their swift ships and great wealth. And there is this great wonder besides -- and its renown shall never perish -- the girls of Delos, hand-maidens of the Far-shooter; for when they have praised Apollo first, and also Leto and Artemis who delights in arrows, they sing a strain-telling of men and women of past days, and charm the tribes of men. Also they can imitate the tongues of all men and their clattering speech: each would say that he himself were singing, so close to truth is their sweet song.

[165] And now may Apollo be favourable and Artemis; and farewell all you maidens. Remember me in after time whenever any one of men on earth, a stranger who has seen and suffered much, comes here and asks of you: "Whom think ye, girls, is the sweetest singer that comes here, and in whom do you most delight?" Then answer, each and all, with one voice: "He is a blind man, and dwells in rocky Chios: his lays are evermore supreme." As for me, I will carry your renown as far as I roam over the earth to the well-placed this thing is true. And I will never cease to praise far-shooting Apollo, god of the silver bow, whom rich-haired Leto bare.

TO PYTHIAN APOLLO

[179] O Lord, Lycia is yours and lovely Maeonia and Miletus, charming city by the sea, but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self.

[182] Leto's all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lyre, clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key his lyre sings sweet. Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympus, to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods: then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song, and all the Muses together, voice sweetly answering voice, hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men, all that they endure at the hands of the deathless gods, and how they live witless and helpless and cannot find healing for death or defence against old age. Meanwhile the rich-tressed Graces and cheerful Seasons dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one, not mean nor puny, but tall to look upon and enviable in mien, Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollo. Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Slayer of Argus, while Apollo plays his lyre stepping high and featly and a radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus, rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son playing among the undying gods.

[207] How then shall I sing of you -- though in all ways you are a worthy theme for song? Shall I sing of you as wooer and in the fields of love, how you went wooing the daughter of Azan along with god-like Ischys the son of well-horsed Elatius, or with Phorbas sprung from Triops, or with Ereutheus, or with Leucippus and the wife of Leucippus ((lacuna)) . . . you on foot, he with his chariot, yet he fell not short of Triops. Or shall I sing how at the first you went about the earth seeking a place of oracle for men, O far-shooting Apollo? To Pieria first you went down from Olympus and passed by sandy Lectus and Enienae and through the land of the Perrhaebi. Soon you came to Iolcus and set foot on Cenaeum in Euboea, famed for ships: you stood in the Lelantine plain, but it pleased not your heart to make a temple there and wooded groves. From there you crossed the Euripus, far-shooting Apollo, and went up the green, holy hills, going on to Mycalessus and grassy-bedded Teumessus, and so came to the wood-clad abode of Thebe; for as yet no man lived in holy Thebe, nor were there tracks or ways about Thebe's wheat-bearing plain as yet.

[229] And further still you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and came to Onchestus, Poseidon's bright grove: there the new-broken cold distressed with drawing the trim chariot gets spirit again, and the skilled driver springs from his car and goes on his way. Then the horses for a while rattle the empty car, being rid of guidance; and if they break the chariot in the woody grove, men look after the horses, but tilt the chariot and leave it there; for this was the rite from the very first. And the drivers pray to the lord of the shrine; but the chariot falls to the lot of the god.

[239] Further yet you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and reached next Cephissus' sweet stream which pours forth its sweet- flowing water from Lilaea, and crossing over it, O worker from afar, you passed many-towered Ocalea and reached grassy Haliartus.

[244] Then you went towards Telphusa: and there the pleasant place seemed fit for making a temple and wooded grove. You came very near and spoke to her: "Telphusa, here I am minded to make a glorious temple, an oracle for men, and hither they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both those who live in rich Peloponnesus and those of Europe and all the wave-washed isles, coming to seek oracles. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, giving answer in my rich temple."

[254] So said Phoebus Apollo, and laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long. But when Telphusa saw this, she was angry in heart and spoke, saying: "Lord Phoebus, worker from afar, I will speak a word of counsel to your heart, since you are minded to make here a glorious temple to be an oracle for men who will always bring hither perfect hecatombs for you; yet I will speak out, and do you lay up my words in your heart. The trampling of swift horses and the sound of mules watering at my sacred springs will always irk you, and men will like better to gaze at the well-made chariots and stamping, swift-footed horses than at your great temple and the many treasures that are within. But if you will be moved by me -- for you, lord, are stronger and mightier than I, and your strength is very great -- build at Crisa below the glades of Parnassus: there no bright chariot will clash, and there will be no noise of swift-footed horses near your well-built altar. But so the glorious tribes of men will bring gifts to you as Iepaeon (`Hail-Healer'), and you will receive with delight rich sacrifices from the people dwelling round about." So said Telphusa, that she alone, and not the Far-Shooter, should have renown there; and she persuaded the Far-Shooter.

[277] Further yet you went, far-shooting Apollo, until you came to the town of the presumptuous Phlegyae who dwell on this earth in a lovely glade near the Cephisian lake, caring not for Zeus. And thence you went speeding swiftly to the mountain ridge, and came to Crisa beneath snowy Parnassus, a foothill turned towards the west: a cliff hangs over if from above, and a hollow, rugged glade runs under. There the lord Phoebus Apollo resolved to make his lovely temple, and thus he said: "In this place I am minded to build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, and here they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both they who dwell in rich Peloponnesus and the men of Europe and from all the wave-washed isles, coming to question me. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, answering them in my rich temple."

[294] When he had said this, Phoebus Apollo laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long; and upon these the sons of Erginus, Trophonius and Agamedes, dear to the deathless gods, laid a footing of stone. And the countless tribes of men built the whole temple of wrought stones, to be sung of for ever.

[300] But near by was a sweet flowing spring, and there with his strong bow the lord, the son of Zeus, killed the bloated, great she-dragon, a fierce monster wont to do great mischief to men upon earth, to men themselves and to their thin- shanked sheep; for she was a very bloody plague. She it was who once received from gold-throned Hera and brought up fell, cruel Typhaon to be a plague to men. Once on a time Hera bare him because she was angry with father Zeus, when the Son of Cronos bare all-glorious Athena in his head. Thereupon queenly Hera was angry and spoke thus among the assembled gods:

[311] "Hear from me, all gods and goddesses, how cloud-gathering Zeus begins to dishonour me wantonly, when he has made me his true-hearted wife. See now, apart from me he has given birth to bright-eyed Athena who is foremost among all the blessed gods. But my son Hephaestus whom I bare was weakly among all the blessed gods and shrivelled of foot, a shame and disgrace to me in heaven, whom I myself took in my hands and cast out so that he fell in the great sea. But silver-shod Thetis the daughter of Nereus took and cared for him with her sisters: would that she had done other service to the blessed gods! O wicked one and crafty! What else will you now devise? How dared you by yourself give birth to bright-eyed Athena? Would not I have borne you a child -- I, who was at least called your wife among the undying gods who hold wide heaven. Beware now lest I devise some evil thing for you hereafter: yes, now I will contrive that a son be born me to be foremost among the undying gods -- and that without casting shame on the holy bond of wedlock between you and me. And I will not come to your bed, but will consort with the blessed gods far off from you."

[331] When she had so spoken, she went apart from the gods, being very angry. Then straightway large-eyed queenly Hera prayed, striking the ground flatwise with her hand, and speaking thus: "Hear now, I pray, Earth and wide Heaven above, and you Titan gods who dwell beneath the earth about great Tartarus, and from whom are sprung both gods and men! Harken you now to me, one and all, and grant that I may bear a child apart from Zeus, no wit lesser than him in strength -- nay, let him be as much stronger than Zeus as all-seeing Zeus than Cronos."

[340] Thus she cried and lashed the earth with her strong hand. Then the life-giving earth was moved: and when Hera saw it she was glad in heart, for she thought her prayer would be fulfilled. And thereafter she never came to the bed of wise Zeus for a full year, not to sit in her carved chair as aforetime to plan wise counsel for him, but stayed in her temples where many pray, and delighted in her offerings, large-eyed queenly Hera. But when the months and days were fulfilled and the seasons duly came on as the earth moved round, she bare one neither like the gods nor mortal men, fell, cruel Typhaon, to be a plague to men. Straightway large-eyed queenly Hera took him and bringing one evil thing to another such, gave him to the dragoness; and she received him. And this Typhaon used to work great mischief among the famous tribes of men. Whosoever met the dragoness, the day of doom would sweep him away, until the lord Apollo, who deals death from afar, shot a strong arrow at her. Then she, rent with bitter pangs, lay drawing great gasps for breath and rolling about that place. An awful noise swelled up unspeakable as she writhed continually this way and that amid the wood: and so she left her life, breathing it forth in blood.

[362] Then Phoebus Apollo boasted over her: "Now rot here upon the soil that feeds man! You at least shall live no more to be a fell bane to men who eat the fruit of the all-nourishing earth, and who will bring hither perfect hecatombs. Against cruel death neither Typhoeus shall avail you nor ill-famed Chimera, but here shall the Earth and shining Hyperion make you rot."

[370] Thus said Phoebus, exulting over her: and darkness covered her eyes. And the holy strength of Helios made her rot away there; wherefore the place is now called Pytho, and men call the lord Apollo by another name, Pythian; because on that spot the power of piercing Helios made the monster rot away.

[375] Then Phoebus Apollo saw that the sweet-flowing spring had beguiled him, and he started out in anger against Telphusa; and soon coming to her, he stood close by and spoke to her: "Telphusa, you were not, after all, to keep to yourself this lovely place by deceiving my mind, and pour forth your clear flowing water: here my renown shall also be and not yours alone?"

[382] Thus spoke the lord, far-working Apollo, and pushed over upon her a crag with a shower of rocks, hiding her streams: and he made himself an altar in a wooded grove very near the clear-flowing stream. In that place all men pray to the great one by the name Telphusian, because he humbled the stream of holy Telphusa.

[388] Then Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky Pytho. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans from Cnossos,10 the city of Minos, they who do sacrifice to the prince and announce his decrees, whatsoever Phoebus Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, speaks in answer from his laurel tree below the dells of Parnassus. These men were sailing in their black ship for traffic and for profit to sandy Pylos and to the men of Pylos. But Phoebus Apollo met them: in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand11; but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and make the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, and did not loose the sheets throughout the black, hollow ship, nor lowered the sail of their dark-prowed vessel, but as they had set it first of all with oxhide ropes, so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind. First they passed by Malea, and then along the Laconian coast they came to Taenarum, sea-garlanded town and country of Helios who gladdens men, where the thick- fleeced sheep of the lord Helios feed continually and occupy a glad-some country. There they wished to put their ship to shore, and land and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the monster would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along Peloponnesus: and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze. So the ship ran on its course and came to Arena and lovely Argyphea and Thryon, the ford of Alpheus, and well-placed Aepy and sandy Pylos and the men of Pylos; past Cruni it went and Chalcis and past Dyme and fair Elis, where the Epei rule. And at the time when she was making for Pherae, exulting in the breeze from Zeus, there appeared to them below the clouds the steep mountain of Ithaca, and Dulichium and Same and wooded Zacynthus. But when they were passed by all the coast of Peloponnesus, then, towards Crisa, that vast gulf began to heave in sight which through all its length cuts off the rich isle of Pelops. There came on them a strong, clear west-wind by ordinance of Zeus and blew from heaven vehemently, that with all speed the ship might finish coursing over the briny water of the sea. So they began again to voyage back towards the dawn and the sun: and the lord Apollo, son of Zeus, led them on until they reached far-seen Crisa, land of vines, and into haven: there the sea-coursing ship grounded on the sands.

[440] Then, like a star at noonday, the lord, far-working Apollo, leaped from the ship: flashes of fire flew from him thick and their brightness reached to heaven. He entered into his shrine between priceless tripods, and there made a flame to flare up bright, showing forth the splendour of his shafts, so that their radiance filled all Crisa, and the wives and well-girded daughters of the Crisaeans raised a cry at that outburst of Phoebus; for he cast great fear upon them all. From his shrine he sprang forth again, swift as a thought, to speed again to the ship, bearing the form of a man, brisk and sturdy, in the prime of his youth, while his broad shoulders were covered with his hair: and he spoke to the Cretans, uttering winged words:

[452] "Strangers, who are you? Whence come you sailing along the paths of the sea? Are you for traffic, or do you wander at random over the sea as pirates do who put their own lives to hazard and bring mischief to men of foreign parts as they roam? Why rest you so and are afraid, and do not go ashore nor stow the gear of your black ship? For that is the custom of men who live by bread, whenever they come to land in their dark ships from the main, spent with toil; at once desire for sweet food catches them about the heart."

[462] So speaking, he put courage in their hearts, and the master of the Cretans answered him and said: "Stranger -- though you are nothing like mortal men in shape or stature, but are as the deathless gods -- hail and all happiness to you, and may the gods give you good. Now tell me truly that I may surely know it: what country is this, and what land, and what men live herein? As for us, with thoughts set otherwards, we were sailing over the great sea to Pylos from Crete (for from there we declare that we are sprung), but now are come on shipboard to this place by no means willingly -- another way and other paths -- and gladly would we return. But one of the deathless gods brought us here against our will."

[474] Then far-working Apollo answered then and said: "Strangers who once dwelt about wooded Cnossos but now shall return no more each to his loved city and fair house and dear wife; here shall you keep my rich temple that is honoured by many men. I am the son of Zeus; Apollo is my name: but you I brought here over the wide gulf of the sea, meaning you no hurt; nay, here you shall keep my rich temple that is greatly honoured among men, and you shall know the plans of the deathless gods, and by their will you shall be honoured continually for all time. And now come, make haste and do as I say. First loose the sheets and lower the sail, and then draw the swift ship up upon the land. Take out your goods and the gear of the straight ship, and make an altar upon the beach of the sea: light fire upon it and make an offering of white meal. Next, stand side by side around the altar and pray: and in as much as at the first on the hazy sea I sprang upon the swift ship in the form of a dolphin, pray to me as Apollo Delphinius; also the altar itself shall be called Delphinius and overlooking12 for ever. Afterwards, sup beside your dark ship and pour an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. But when you have put away craving for sweet food, come with me singing the hymn Ie Paean (Hail, Healer!), until you come to the place where you shall keep my rich temple."

[502] So said Apollo. And they readily harkened to him and obeyed him. First they unfastened the sheets and let down the sail and lowered the mast by the forestays upon the mast-rest. Then, landing upon the beach of the sea, they hauled up the ship from the water to dry land and fixed long stays under it. Also they made an altar upon the beach of the sea, and when they had lit a fire, made an offering of white meal, and prayed standing around the altar as Apollo had bidden them. Then they took their meal by the swift, black ship, and poured an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. And when they had put away craving for drink and food, they started out with the lord Apollo, the son of Zeus, to lead them, holding a lyre in his hands, and playing sweetly as he stepped high and featly. So the Cretans followed him to Pytho, marching in time as they chanted the Ie Paean after the manner of the Cretan paean-singers and of those in whose hearts the heavenly Muse has put sweet-voiced song. With tireless feet they approached the ridge and straightway came to Parnassus and the lovely place where they were to dwell honoured by many men. There Apollo brought them and showed them his most holy sanctuary and rich temple.

[524] But their spirit was stirred in their dear breasts, and the master of the Cretans asked him, saying: "Lord, since you have brought us here far from our dear ones and our fatherland, -- for so it seemed good to your heart, -- tell us now how we shall live. That we would know of you. This land is not to be desired either for vineyards or for pastures so that we can live well thereon and also minister to men."

[531] Then Apollo, the son of Zeus, smiled upon them and said: "Foolish mortals and poor drudges are you, that you seek cares and hard toils and straits! Easily will I tell you a word and set it in your hearts. Though each one of you with knife in hand should slaughter sheep continually, yet would you always have abundant store, even all that the glorious tribes of men bring here for me. But guard you my temple and receive the tribes of men that gather to this place, and especially show mortal men my will, and do you keep righteousness in your heart. But if any shall be disobedient and pay no heed to my warning, of if there shall be any idle word or deed and outrage as is common among mortal men, then other men shall be your masters and with a strong hand shall make you subject for ever. All has been told you: do you keep it in your heart."

[545] And so, farewell, son of Zeus and Leto; but I will remember you and another hymn also.

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Beelzebub Attacker part 3

I apoligise this took awhile. My writing got activated and I started another thing while I was supposed to finish this first. Also I had to add another term for mc's underwear since it only had the more feminine option. Oh! Another thing. I play the playstore's version so there is no Beelshlong. Either way tumblr won't allow me to post a pic of something so explicit.

(Pg: inside the shelter)

You looked down at Beelzebub resentfully,but that didn't stop your honest-to-goodness waist from rubbing wantongly against his thigh between your legs.

Beelzebub chuckled at your movements,then grabbed your legs and pulled your pants and panties/boxers off in one swoop.

He held rhe panties/boxers in his hand up to his nose,purposely exaggarating his expression of ecstacy,and surveyed your reaction.

Beelzebub: Smells good. This is mine now.

He shoved your panties/boxers into his own pants pocket without even listening to you,as if your opinion was irrelevant.

Mc: Come on!!

Beelzebub stroked your head once affectionately,then undid the front of his pants himself.

On Beelzebub's lower half of his body,stripped even to his boxers,was a penis that throbbed as if in a fit of rage.

It was an imposing cock full of energy that would make you who were most familiar with porn,turn away in shame.

A gulp,a throaty swallow,came from your throat.

Mc: Ah..

Mc: (If that enters me...)

Beelzebub: How do you think it would feel...if this went inside you?

Beelzebub's grin turned deep and bewitched.

You turned down your eyebrows and looked at Beelzebub as if asking for a favor,unmindful of the drool tickling from the corner of your mouth.

Mc: Come on,quickly...

Beelzebub: What?

Mc: ...H-Here...

You slowly opened your legs before Beelzebub.

Your secret spot which you normally hid,was already wet and glistering,so that even in the dark you could tell at a glance that you were ready.

Beelzebub: Huhu...Good girl.

Beelzebub praised you and placed his finger inside your mouth.

Then pulled the corners of your mouth wide open. Your face looked like you were wearing an opener at the dentist's office when they fixed your mouth.

Mc: (It's embarrassing! Stop it!!)

You shook your head wildly and Beelzebub's hand slipped out,but this time he pressed your nose upwards,exstanding the fingers of his remaining hand and plunged them deep into your throat

Beelzebub was playing with your face with an odd smile.

Mc: Uah...Wo...(Stop...No...!)

You coudn't even pronounce it properly because you were gagging on the fingers stuffed down your throat.

No,more than that,you felt ashamed that you were showing that face to Beelzebub,who was squishing your nose to make it look like a pig.

Glaring at Beelzebub,you were just about to say something.

Mc: Yee,ahhh!

Beelzebub's fierceness pierced through you,and suddenly he was at your intermost core.

Beelzebub: Ha..!

Maybe it was unexpected timing,but the feeling of pressure and excitment was palpable.

Beelzebub took his fingers out of your mouth and held both your wrists with one hand.

With the other hand,he grabbed your knees and pushed your legs apart,rocking his lower body again and again until his was deep enough to disappeared into you and out of sight.

Mc: A-a-arghhh!!!

Beelzebub: It's warm...

As Beelzebub rocked you again multiple times,sweat splattered in all directions.

Your voices melted into the creaking of the couch,the jazz in the store,and the chanting of the devils around you.

Mc: Ah,ah!

Beelzebub: Ha,ha....

As he penetrated you inside again and again,you could feel the pleasure growing stronger and stronger as it surrounded you. You and Beelzebub began to lose yourself in each other's bodies.

Even in the midst of the body-shaking piston motion,you could clearly see the milk starting to flow from the corner of Beelzebub's horn.

Beelzebub: Ah,I think I'm coming...

Beelzebub: Take it all in,Mc.

Beelzebub thrust into you as he coolly warned you of his ejaculation.

Mc: Ah...Ah..But...

Fwop-!!!!

He was thrusting into you as though he was trying to pierce you so skillfully and with no hint of gentleness. Yet,you had a feeling that you would beg to not let it out.

Beelzebub: Urgh...

Mc: Ahhhh!!!

Beelzebub ejaculated without warning abd powerfully thrusted upward.

Beelzebub: Argh...Ha...

Mc: Ugh,ugh...

A strong but simple insertion,a simple rocking movement. And yet you and Beelzebub acted as if you were climaxing with each movement.

Beelzebub's jaw dropped in ecstacy and he shuddered,and you buckled your hips in the afterglow that hadn't yet passed.

Every so often,your gap would widen slightly,and a huge load of cum would spew from your hole,soaking the floor and couch.

Splat,splat,splash-!

Mc: (There's so much inside me that I can guess from the sound...)

You thought the sex was over with Beelzebub's ejaculation,and pulled your waist to raise your upper body.

But he pulled you by your thighs and forced himself inside you.

Fwop-!!!

Mc: (He hasn't grown any smaller?!!)

Although he had just ejaculated,it hasn't grown any smaller. In fact,it seemed more energetic as though it had just finished warming up.

Beelzebub: Phew,take a rest...some more...with me...

Beelzebub grabbed you by the thighs,and not only thrust you against his cock but thrust your whole body against it.

Beelzebub growled,chewing on his lower lip as you tightened your grip,unable to contain the excitment bubbling up inside of you.

Beelzebub: Ugh,fuck....it....

He bent at the waist forcibly and nibbled at yohr inner thigh,as if releasing an uncontrollable lust,no,appetite.

Beelzebub was like an anaconda determined to devour you.

Whether it was the bite on your thigh or Beelzebub's cursing,you felt your senses becoming more sensitive than before.

Soon,your legs were stained with mottled suck marks,bite marks and sweat from his body.

Beelzebub: Mc,you're pretty. Yeah? Delicious, I said you're pretty.

Did he mean you were pretty or delicious? Beelzebub who seemed to be able to take it easy until the first ejaculation gradually seemed to be getting dizzy with excitment.

This man was skillful. It was as if he had eyes on his cock,and each stab would hit a more and more pleasureable spot,never forgetting where you felt it,and come back to stab you again.

Your moans grew louder and louder,until you were the loudest voice in the room. In fact,you were practically screaming.

At that moment,you felt the gazes of the devils who had been engrossed in their own behavior,turn toward you one by one.

Happy-looking Male devil: Wait,that's...His Majesty Beelzebub?

Happy-looking Female devil: And under him...It's the daughter/son of Solomon?!

Mc: (They're looking at me..?!)

Neither you nor Beelzebub realized the spell was broken ,and he drove it into you like a beast,like it didn't matter whether it was broken or not.

[navybrat817]

CA: TWS is on. Conversation with my daughter, who has seen this and asked questions before, but is very tired and only half paying attention. 😂❤️

"Mama, why are they fighting? You said they're friends!"

"They are friends, but Bucky is sort of being mind controlled."

"Oh, yeah!" *pause* "How is he unmind controlled?"

"A very smart and kind woman helps him."

"Oh! That's nice." *gasps with wide eyes* "Why are they arresting Captain America?! He's a HERO!"

I then reminded her of this conversation.

"Oh, yeah! We all need ice cream."

I adore my baby girl.

[sugarbcnes]

ᝰ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰. [ smut/brainrot ] ꒷꒦

“been thinkin’ bout you all day, angel.”

she smells so sweet and the familiar, comforting aroma fills your senses to relax the tension you didn’t know was cramped deep in your head. there’s notes of her musky cologne, her hemp cigarettes, soft laces of warm caramel and what you recognise as her favourite fruit-based liqueur. she grazes her thumb over the apple of your cheek as your tipsy gaze breaks a smirk onto her lips.

her nose is brushed by the rosy flush of her high, shading the constellation of freckles that paint her nasal. her eyes are almost matching, the hues dulled to make her green irises pop.

you’re both tucked away in a dark corner of the house party, unmindful to the world around you.

“oh yeah?”.

your voice is a whisper and, in all honesty, you’re not even thinking about what’s coming out of your mouth. your attention is all on her. she’s just so fucking pretty.

she hums, nodding as her thumb drags over your balmy lips until they allow her to pry them apart softly. “mhm,”.

she lifts her thumb and watches as your tongue lolls out. you knew exactly what to do. her good, sweet girl. she watches through hooded eyes as the pink muscle rolls against her thumb, silken under her skin before you take the tip in between your lips.

“thinkin’ bout how sweet you looked in my bed last night, how you’d look there again tonight.” your blown eyes silently beg her. keep going.

“how i had you screaming on my cock, fucking you dumb.”

she doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench, taking her hand from your mouth to rest on your jaw.

“thinkin’ of all the different ways I could have you. creamin’ on my tongue,” she remembers the saccharine taste fondly, “creamin’ on my fingers.”

her hand rests at the base of your throat, thinking out loud.

“maybe i could even get you to squirt again.”

honey drips from every single filthy word that falls from her lips. whines roll and rumble in your throat as you grip the soft material of her flannel, desperation clawing at your skin with sharp nails and butterflies fluttering against the places inside of you where you need her the most.

you’re deaf to the party now and you couldn’t give any less of a fuck about who’s eyes were obsessing over the scene unfolding.

“that sound good, pretty?” she already knows the answer, “wanna go home and let me take care of this pretty pussy again?”.

ellie was a girl of her word, a promise keeper deep in her heart. so in the pale moonlight, on the soft spread of her emerald sheets; she was on her knees, ready to paint visions of stars and moons behind your closed eyes as she took you to a heaven filled with sweet, pearly arousal and blazing, toe-curling, body-tremor filled euphoria.

a message from lina: sorry this became a bit more self-indulgent then I wanted, I hope you enjoyed nevertheless. I promise there’s way better stuff coming soon, I’m just trying to ease back into the swing of it after my little break down lol. signed with a million kisses — L ᥫ᭡

INBOX/REQS: OPEN.

[renegade-hierophant]

The 13 Blessings of Sheogorath

For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting.

Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge.

Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm.

Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear.

Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs.

Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque.

Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm.

Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real.

Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul.

Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming.

Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies.

Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be.

Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger.

Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.