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theminecraftbee · 8 hours

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The moon has fully set over the horizon. The howling over the server has stopped. Four Hermits sit in a circle, staring just slightly away from each other, as to not be caught staring. Joe is miserably trying to wring mud out of his puppet. Stress isn't bothering about the mud at all but is despairing at how shredded her jumper is. Somehow, Zedaph has only lost a shoe, which is more concerning than any of the prior people. Xisuma is deliberately not checking himself. The damning lack of helmet on his head, though, means he can't avoid feeling how he underwent the same terrible transformation as everyone else.

"So," he says, finally.

"I could use pants," Joe says, finally giving up on washing out his puppet, and, ah. Yes. Those are pretty well destroyed, aren't they? Xisuma looks away politely, feeling his face heat up. It heats up more when he realizes everyone can see it, gosh, he's–he's not so sure how he feels about that–

"I think we all need pants. Look at us," Stress says, and if Xisuma can be looking away any harder, he sure is now. Wait, she said 'all', does that include... Oh, oh dear.

"Well I don't know about you, but I still have perfectly serviceable pants," Zedaph says imperiously.

"You know, if anything, that's weirder, given the way we were all giant wolves traipsing around in the night just now. Which is strange itself! However, wolves don't normally wear pants, so really, the fact the only article of clothing you've lost is your shoes is less miraculous and more actively impossible!" Joe responds.

"Well you're actively impossible," mutters Zedaph.

"My god, it was real," Xisuma says.

"Well, I mean, I sort of figured it had to be, what with the four of us being all covered in mud and tired and your helmet being gone and all that," Stress says.

"It was real," Xisuma says.

The four of them sit in silence a little longer. The sun continues its steady march upwards into the sky. It's April; the day is longer than the night, by now, so they aren't wasting but so much time compared to the time the moon was up. The time the moon was up feels a bit more like a dream than anything else, too; distantly, Xisuma wonders if this is what spiders feel like when they become angry during the night, or what drives the undead from the ground. It's a disquieting thought, and he'd literally lived in a skeleton!

"So," Joe says. "So. Which one of us is going to yell at Zedaph for biting us?"

"Rude!" Zedaph says. "Very rude, I'm not the one that bit you! You bit me! Xisuma bit me, actually, you all saw him!"

"What? No, I didn't!" Xisuma says. "Gosh, if I were a werewolf, don't you think you'd know by now?"

"Hm. Suspicious," Zedaph says.

"No?" Xisuma says.

"I mean, I'd try to claim it was my fault, what with being a monster and all, but I'm actually a different sort of beastie normally," Stress says. "Being all doggy is new for me. I should show Iskall. Hey, do you think I should bite Iskall?"

"Yes," Zedaph says.

"No," Xisuma says.

"I'll split the difference and say maybe," Joe says. "Also, since we're arguing about it anyway, I'll say that I think I'd remember if I bit someone, although maybe I wouldn't. It's been a weird night. Maybe I should just go ahead and get everyone apology gifts instead?"

"Please don't," Zedaph says.

"Aww, but I like his gifts," Stress says.

"Honestly, yeah, I was–no, Zedaph is right, it'd be too distracting," Xisuma says, thinking of many of the, er, gifts he's gotten from Joe in the past. "Besides, it's not your fault. But if none of us bit anyone, then why on earth are we all werewolves no–oh no."

"That was ominous?" Joe says.

"Oh. Ohhhhhh," Zedaph says. "Whoops."

"It was supposed to be a joke about investment bankers," Xisuma says.

"Wait, what, do you really think the silly name turned us into werewolves?" Stress says.

"I had other season plans, Xisuma!" Joe says.

"Hey, does that make me a sheep in wolf's clothing that's also a wolf that turns into a sheep that turns into a wolf? If so, neat," Zedaph says.

"Do you know how annoying it will be to get a werewolf puppet?" Joe says.

"Gosh, I absolutely have to bite Iskall now," Stress says.

Xisuma, for a moment, considers putting a stop to it. If it really is the silly name, the collective, the hats and the howls–if it really is the collective weight of story bearing down on all of them–then really, it's still so early that it would be very easy to stop.

Xisuma considers the competition the rest of the shopping district poses, and how easy it will be to move as a collective when they're also a pack.

Also, he hasn't actually been a wolf before. That's one mob he hasn't done!

"You should bite Iskall. I want to know what it does," Xisuma says, deciding that he's quite bored with being responsible and that if someone wants to stop it, it will have to be not him. "But, er, first, in the meantime, do you think he or Doc is better to ask for a helmet that'll grow to fit my muzzle instead of nearly trapping my skull?"

"Hm," Stress says. "Well, Iskall is pretty good at head electronics."

"Yeah, but Doc is a better choice for abominations against nature!" Joe says.

"What about me? I like abominations," Zedaph says.

"It's okay, Zedaph, it's just you don't make many helmets, is all," Xisuma says. "We'll run around being abominations of nature, gosh, most full moons together. Is that good enough?"

"Fine," Zedaph says. "I'm bringing the snacks. I have sheep, and I've always wanted to try cannibalism."

"I guess werewolves wouldn't have to worry about prions," Joe says, nodding.

"Well, if you're going to get Doc, I'm going to go bite Iskall. I know I don't got fangs right now but it'll be very funny either way," Stress says.

"Have fun!" Xisuma says, and even though he's still red, and no one has pants but Zedaph, and he feels vaguely sick without his helmet, he also feels something close to pure delight. Gosh. Werewolves, huh? What a concept, having a little pack. He'll have to make the most of it; they've already seen his face anyway, and not one of them have commented or looked him in the eyes. Clearly, it won't matter so much if Doc takes a while with the helmet.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #xisuma #joe hills #zedaph #stressmonster101 #a bee fic #me vibrating at high speeds: WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES WOLVES #the fact today is hermit-a-day-may xisuma day is coincidence i'm not doing it (although everyone should!)#but i figure it decent timing anyway

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demonvibez · 3 days

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Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.

A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention

It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?

And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...

Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.

"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.

In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care.

Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.

And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...

You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.

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eggonog · 3 days

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The Boy in the Forest (Yandere OC x gn!reader)

My second post!

This is once again un-edited.

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You were walking down a dirt path, through a valley towards a forest. The wind blew your hair, and you tightened the grip on your basket. You had left the village about 30 minutes earlier but still had aways to go.

You were a simple person, nothing miraculous about you. You lived a plain life in your village. Most would be unsatisfied with a life such as yours, but you relish every moment of it. Every autumn you enjoy the colors of the trees, the lovely pink-reds, oranges, and yellows. You enjoyed the snow, the way it crunched under your feet. The way the sun felt on your face. The pollen ticketing your nose, you savored it all.

You dressed plainly, just a typical straw hat and blue or red clothes. White gloves and brown boots. Normal attire, nothing special.

You have very few you could call friends, you are friendly with everyone, and everyone's friendly with you, but you consider them to be more like acquaintances.

You enjoy the people of your village; the chit-chat of friends and hearing their drunken dreams of a bigger life, their deepest wants and goals. But people get exhausting- and you'd much rather stay near your house, enjoying the nature there.

Recently, as you walk past the woods, a handsome young man would greet you. It's rather adorable- he will bring you flowers. Lillys, daffodils, lavender, anything really. He brings you dandelions with long stems and tires them around your wrist.

"Good luck charm"

He says. You really do think he's cute. He would also bring you pinecones and rocks- and you think of him as a bird or cat, bringing you little treasures. You have a small box in your room you keep them in. You enjoy seeing the blue-haired boy. And you found yourself going on walks more and more frequently, just to see him.

You wonder where he lives. His hair is often dirty and unkempt. Not greasy, but dirty. As if he had been rolling in dust and moss. Under the dirt, his hair was a remarkable blue. It was long and often fell over his light green eyes.

He wore a white poet shirt and tan pants. He wore the sleeves pushed up to just above his elbows. He had bandages wrapped around his feet, but no shoes. The bandages went up his legs, and he had more bound over his forearms. You wondered if they covered his whole body or just his limbs. Why did he have bandages anyway?

Your guess was that he injured himself running through the woods. He seemed strong, and fast. He was tall, you didn't know exactly how tall- he was always slightly hunched over. Not overly so, but noticeably. Although he seemed shy, he gave you flowers, which was bold.

He would perk up when you talked to him, and his body language was sincere and expressive. Everything about him was charming, and you knew if he didn't come back you would miss him.

He was the only person you would truly miss.

A dirty boy from the forest who gave you pinecones- your closest companion.

It was sad.

Wasn't it?

Someone else might think so, but you didn't. You liked it- found peace in it. He reminded you of the nature you liked so much.

Today you brought him some food- You decided the two of you will have a picnic. You didn't know much about him, he didn't talk much. He was a man of few words. Yet he still found a way to make you blush-

You stop. You're at the edge of the forest, but he isn't here. Thats odd.

"Teo!"

You hear the rustling of leaves and feel something coming. A smile stretched across your face. The blue-haired boy burst out of the trees. He had a smile on his face, and was he breathing heavily. He was slightly flushed.

You called to him and he came running. It gave you an odd feeling. You couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but it was Teo, so you assumed it was. It gave you a rush of adrenaline.

He immediately hurried up to you, grabbing your face gently in his hands. He was taller than you. He looked at your hair and ran a strand between his thumb and pointer finger. He smiled a toothy smile.

"Pretty."

"Thank you, Teo."

He looked at your face for a beat, and then reached around into his bag, digging around until he pulled out a twig, it was twisted around into a ring- somehow solid. It was the right size for you, and it had a small slit in it.

He put it on your finger and he reached into his bag again. He pulled out a buttercup and slid the stem into the slit. It stuck there perfectly, the small yellow flower was delightful.

You couldn't help but smile.

"I love it."

It was simple and sweet. He was considerate and kind, and you loved it.

"I'll never take it off."

He looked at you, and while his expression wasn't obvious, his ears were red. He was so easy to read- for you, at least.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He hugged you, and you were a little worried about the dirt, but it was worth it.

You softly pushed him away, keeping a hand on his chest. He looked at you curiously.

You plucked a few leaves and branches out of his hair. He was always sullied with the forest and smelt like it too, like trees and earth- like wet rocks and flowers.

"I actually have something for you this time."

His eyes twinkled, and he looked at your basket.

You pulled out the blanket and held it in your gloved hands.

"Do you know of a clearing we could sit in?"

He nodded softly and grabbed your hand, leading you into the forest. After a short walk, maybe a few minutes, there was a large bed of grass surrounded by trees. He stopped and looked at you, his eyes now half-lidded, he was always energetic when he first met up with you, but his sleepy demeanor fell over him quickly.

You un-folded the blanket you were keeping under your arm and spread it out over the grass. You checked your pocket watch- it was just about noon.

You set the basket next to you and sat down, patting the spot by your side. He slumped onto the ground beside you, leaning on your shoulder as you slowly brought each item out of your basket. A jar of jam, some small pieces of bread, sandwiches, a few pieces of fruit, and some fresh orange juice you had squeezed out this morning.

He shifted beside you a little, and sat with his legs cris-cross. He waited until you had put some food in front of him to start eating. He ate the sandwich first, taking a few bites. He drank some of the juice and had a orange.

His manners were really good, and he wiped his face with a napkin when he was done. But he quickly discareded manners and laid his head in your lap, looking up at you.

"Tastes good."

You smiled at him. He had been making you do that a lot. You were finished your meal as well. You were just sitting and enjoying the small sounds of the woods.

"I like the birds. What about you?"

"Hmm..." He looked at you from your lap. "Favorite bird?"

"I like gray jays, they're cute."

He slowly sat up, and held out his hand. He whistled a slow tune, and a gray jay flew over to land on his open palm.

You stared at it, amazed. He really was from the forest.

He put his two hands togeather and looked at it, glancing at you.

"Hold?" He held the small bird out to you, and it looked at you with its small black eyes.

"I- ...yes." You extended your pointer finger, on the hand with the ring. The small bird quickly hopped onto your finger, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. You were so entranced.

You spared Teo a look. He had such a caring gaze- as if he was looking at something beloved. A god or deity, someone he cared greatly for.

You blushed at the thought.

The golden light that passed through the trees fell over Teo's face. He fell back into your lap and you had to quickly move your hand so he didn't hit the bird. The startled creature fluttered into the air, staying there before landing on the upright handle of the picnic basket.

Your hand fell into your lap, or more accurately, onto Teo's face. He blinked and stared at you.

You quickly picked up your hand, embarassed. You made eye contact a moment before your hand rested in his hair, gently stroking it. He closed his eyes and melted at your touch, cuddling into you.

You would miss him if he was gone.

Would he miss you?

That's a stupid question. You were certain he would.

Would anyone else?

Would they even notice... if you were gone?

If you suddenly disappeared...

If you vanished...

Into the forest?

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Sorry there's like, no plot. Please comment if you want more of this story!

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frostyhelltime · 3 days

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Hi again! I would love if you could write possesive or jealous Rosie. Whichever you prefer and feel works best. Thank you in advance!

A/N: I love our prim and proper Overlord of Cannibal Town! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Jealous/Possessive Rosie with GN!Reader

Rosie in general is very good at maintaining her composure. After all she barely even flinched when the angel's head was taken out and thrown on the table during the Overlords meeting.

It takes a lot to get her to break that composure. Normally, anyway.

But it is possible, and it's certainly much easier when it comes to you.

There are the small times it slips through, such as when someone happened to be hitting on you while waiting for her.

She'll cheerfully call your name, even using pet names such as dear or darling while she wraps her arm around yours, very clearly trying to send a message.

To anyone else if would just seem like a show of affection. But you knew Rosie enough to know this was her way of marking her territory in a way the doesn't appear to break her composure to the general public.

But you keep that secret of hers.

One of many reasons she loves you.

Now if someone has the audacity to hit on you even after you said no, or worse, in her territory....that composure breaks just a little more obviously to the naked eye.

"Oh darlin' you're gonna have to try this newest batch of lady fingers! I think I really outdid myself this time!" Rosie's voice is all cheer and smiles as she brings out the newest thing she's made.

You of course, trust her cooking implicitly and graciously take one before taking a bite.

"Woah! It's good. Has a kick to it, but good." You nod, looking it over as if trying to figure out what the flavor was.

"Oh excellent! I wanted to surprise Al since he's finally back in town so I've been messing around with some Cajun flavors! I think I really got it on this one!" She's got such a chipper edge to her voice because she's happy she succeeded, and you can't help but smile. Rosie was always so sweet, sometimes she felt like a beacon of light in hell just for you, and from the way her citizens talked about her, you would say they agree too.

"Oh he's gonna love it, I'm sure." You smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek, which just further keeps her energy up.

"I'm gonna go ahead and bring them out so I can put them on display and start selling 'em." Rosie smiles, giddy as she leans over and presses her lips to yours in a chaste and sweet kiss.

When she comes back though you seem visibly distressed, another person's hands even on you. She quickly puts down what item was in her hand and makes a beeline to the two of you. She is still smiling but there's a heat to her eyes that is dangerous, and a slight venom in her words.

"May I ask what you're doing?" She cocks her head to the side politely, giving them a chance to apologize and learn some manners.

"Just trying to convince a sweet thing to take a chance on me."

Ah. Well. She tried.

"I think you should leave." Rosie says coldly, although she is still smiling politely.

"What? No. I'm sure I can convince them."

You are clearly not anywhere close to considering going anywhere with this person. At the person's statement Rosie just laughs, placing a hand over her chest as if she had just heard the funniest joke.

"I was not asking, dear."

The man stills a moment from how ice cold her voice is now, and he looks at her as if trying to size her up. But before he can decide what to do she's speaking again.

"If you would like to continue to overstay your welcome, I should have you know that as their Overlord, I take care of all of my souls here in Cannibal Town very diligently...and I've never been one to let them...go hungry." Her smile is still there, polite, as if she were simply asking him if he needed help with anything today. Her threat is indirect but the message is received loud and clear and they let you go, quickly making their way out.

Once they're gone Rosie relaxes, shoulders no longer tense. She turns to you, peppering your face with kisses a moment, to which you just laugh in delighted joy.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier they were harassing you."

But you quickly comfort her and tell her she came just in time. She looks worried for a split second, as if trying to figure out if you're actually okay, when you speak up.

"Why don't we go visit the hotel? Deliver these special lady fingers to Alastor personally?" You suggest, knowing Alastor's company was always a good mood boost for Rosie, and her helpful nature meant she would enjoy giving a gift to someone she cares about. So she smiles and nods, worry leaving her face as she relaxes a little more.

"Yes, I think you're right. That sounds just lovely." She agrees, holding her arm out for you to hold onto so you can both start the walk there.

#ask #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #rosie x reader

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saintmeghanmarkle · 2 days

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Markle's Folly by u/C-La-Canth

Markle's Folly Today, I watched a movie based on the show Downton Abbey. For those who don't know, it's a British series set at a beautiful English manor in the early 20th century which depicts the lives of the aristocrats who live there and their domestic staff. The movie I saw takes place in 1927, and the plot revolves around a visit to the estate by King George V and his wife, Queen Mary. King George was Queen Elizabeth's grandfather, and the movie (although fictitious) takes place when Elizabeth would have been a baby. As I watched this sumptuous show (which won more Emmys than any other international program ever), all I could think about was how profoundly stupid and shallow MM is. Of course, the show's story happened a century ago, and some of the customs and formality have fallen out of fashion. Just the same, the excitement and respect that the citizens had for their King and Queen, and the dedication and loyalty they exhibited is similar to what people still feel. I remember seeing the Queen years ago at the Highland Games at Braemar. Her carriage made a loop around the field, and to see her sweet smile and royal wave was absolutely thrilling. Anyway, every time I think about how Meghan, that loathsome, festering pustule of a human being, had a one-in-eight-billion chance to meet HLMTQ, chat with her, live amongst the priceless treasures of those amazing properties, participate in one of the world's most historically rich environments, to listen and learn from a gracious and wise woman who'd met the most prominent leaders of the 20th and 21st century......I literally feel nauseated. I don't think there is anyone else in history who has squandered more privilege and opportunity. Harry forfeited it, but at least he knew what he was losing. But I don't think for even one nanosecond could Meghan stop feeding that insatiable ego of hers. She was so intoxicated with her own sense of importance and value (I am talking lunatic level here) that she was incapable of appreciating the potential treasure she was gifted. I don't know of any human who has fallen as far as Meghan Markle has for such petty reasons. I am also convinced that she is the worst kind of coward: when faced with the relatively minor task of adjusting to a new lifestyle, she fled (with her insipid dolt of a husband), and she tried her best to punish everyone else for her own weakness and failures. I don't know how a normal person can operate knowing how much damage they've done like she has, but then again---I don't think she is normal. post link: https://ift.tt/40lfBU2 author: C-La-Canth submitted: May 01, 2024 at 05:04AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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eydi-andrius · 2 days

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Corporate Hell (Vox X Reader)

Synopsis: You met your old boss in hell.

Warnings: 🚨 18+ 🚨 If you're a minor, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! Non-Con, drugs, cursing, implied murder, nudity, mentions of polyamory relationship, uploaded right after I finished writing, and probably more.

a/n: Vox has been on my mind lately. This is probably not good but I have to get him off my mind. The brainrot I had for this capitalist, sadistic, bottom, sub, bi, television set augh!

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When you woke up and realized you're in hell, you kind of accepted it right away.

Yes, in your past life, you were just working for someone and it wasn't really your fault the exploitation of the workers happened.

However, being a bystander and complacent to his demands without doing anything is a different side of the same coin kind of evil.

You did try, you know.

To change your fate.

Do the most illegal shit to survive.

It was fun..

At first….

Until it wasn't.

Maybe being in the corporate for years, fucked you up so much that at this moment you wished you’re just working a normal office job.

You thought that it was better than being on the street 24/7. Barely sleeping because you're afraid to wake up surrounded by actual evil denizens, or else, dead again.

So with that decision in mind, you applied as an assistant in VoxTex Enterprises since this work was closer and almost the same as your old job.

A good coincidence if you’ve asked.

Weird. But a good coincidence is a good one, so even if it was kind of sus, you shrugged it off and applied.

You’re not even fully out of the building, when someone comes out rushing, and calling your name, yelling you're hired.

You were delighted and thanked him profusely, but then, you swear you’ve heard someone yelling from the top floor and fell to death just now.

Well, just like you always do, you shrugged it off.

It was a normal day in hell, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

With that in mind, you hoppingly went home.

Finally! A job you're comfortable doing.

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On your first day, you met Papermint, the big boss’s secretary.

You were confused at first because you thought you applied for a simple assistant job. Not wanting the same mistake you did when you were still alive. Working as a secretary of a tyrant and exploiter businessman.

Yet, like always, you shrugged it off, since your work is merely the president’s secretary assistant, so it's not that bad.

And if you're lucky, and the owner is a prick, you won't see him often.

Most rich people look down on the poor, anyway.

So silently you prayed that he was the same type, who only wants to meet his secretary and no one else.

💼

There are moments in your life wherein you wish the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

At the moment, you wished that a miracle happened and the floor did just that.

It seems like your luck must have run out since you came from hell because right now, in front of you, was your old boss, who died from a freak accident when a jumbotron fell on him while he was hosting an event.

Fuck.

His look may have been different but the vibe and aura was still the same old him. Sporting an LED screen as a head this time, but still wearing the same pattern of tux and same exploiter grin he had when he was still alive.

“Don't you think it must have been fate? Imagine that there's a lot of rings in hell you can be thrown into but somehow you fell in the same place I was put in.” He grinned, elbows placed atop of his table, hands intertwined together, as his head rested above it.

He looks happy, glad even, that he was able to meet someone he knows. His old secretary nonetheless. How lucky an old boss could be.

The urge to punch him straight on his screened face was strong but you were able to put up that “always professional” smile.

“A good coincidence, I may say.” You agreed, although, in gritted teeth.

It was obvious that he sensed your dissatisfaction in your situation and you watched him guffaw at your probably constipated look.

Papermint looked between you and Vox, but mostly at you, confused and kind of scared. And you don't blame him.

You made a mental note to clear up the misunderstanding and to assure him that you don't plan on taking away his job later. He can marry his position and you care less about it.

You just needed a safe job.

Now, you realized why the offer seems too good to be true. A free apartment, a good bonus, even better than what you have when you're alive.

For the first time in your life, you prayed, but it was filled with curses so you're not sure if heaven approved of it.

💼

You were convinced that Vox made sure to make Papermint so busy that he had no choice but to force you to stand in for him.

The way he looks so dissatisfied whenever his secretary came back done and perfected whatever he asked. He was so mad that he ordered the poor secretary to monitor a new technology that wasn't even thought about yet. Announcing it live on television even. You swore you heard him crying before the door from his office was closed.

The event he wants you to attend with him is Val’s new bar opening. This guy knows you don't drink. He must have had something in mind to force you to come in with him.

At this point, you’re already aware of his relationship with Valentino and Velvette. They're in polyamory relationships, in both personal and in business.

You just rolled your eyes at it. Knowing him in real life, you're not that surprised. The only reason why he was stopping himself to do it in the mortal realm was his fear of ruining his image. Being gay and in a relationship with more than one partner was frowned upon, no matter how powerful you were. So him living his dream here in hell, is probably a dream come true.

Standing in the corner, you looked around and watched the bunch of people doing the most heinous and lustful act that will get you canceled. If you can gouge your eyes out and put holy water on it, you would have done it. Just to clean them and at least, keep the little innocence you still have.

As if sensing eyes boring on you, you looked for it and on your right, you stared at Vox and Valentino, who were both staring at you. Val was whispering something in Vox’s ear. A mischievous grin was plastered on his face, and your boss nodded in whatever that was. Val then picked up a glass of, probably alcohol with pink hue and glittery swirls, and handed it to Vox.

Vox, whose eyes were already on you, nodded, a silent order for you to come closer.

With a deep sigh, you trudged your way towards him. If you have a choice, you’ll be out of this place. This wasn't your scene and you thought, Vox feels the same too. Yes, he drinks often but you were sure that he barely visits bars, unless Val was there, or he misses Val’s touch.

You stepped back when Vox handed you the glass, with the weird looking alcohol inside. You grimaced at it, now that it was closer for you to see, it looks so suspicious.

“I’m sorry, I don't drink.” Gulping, you denied the offer. You said to yourself that you’ll deal with the consequences of your denial after.

Sensing Vox moving closer to you, you flinched and closed your eyes, waiting for a slap or a punch from denying him. However, instead, you felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered, the smell of bourbon and his perfume mixed with the sickly sweet smell in the air.

“I know you don't but Val wants you too. I don't want to handle one of his tantrums right now. I had a long day, so please, just drink this. Just a glass to keep him satisfied. He doesn't like seeing someone sober in his bar. A bad reputation for him.” He begged, although on gritted teeth.

Unsure, you looked behind him, and even when his eyes were covered by sunglasses, you squeaked in the mixture of surprise and fear when you caught Val looking at you. He is expecting you to drink whatever he gave Vox and he obviously is not expecting you to say no.

Damn...for once..you kind of agree with Vox. No one wants to deal with Val’s tantrums. It was way worse than Vox’s and Velvette. At least those two were reasonable. Val is just evil. Period.

With no choice left, you pick up the glass out of Vox’s hand, raise it for Val to see and mouthed congratulations, before drinking it straight up, no stopping.

Whatever that drink was, it was weird. It has no taste but it feels awfully cold as it goes down your throat, then, once it settles down in your stomach, it turns warm, almost bothersome. Slowly, you felt something slithering in your veins. It was so subtle, but for someone who's already tuned in to whatever was in their body, you felt the way it moved.

Valentino’s grin only widens, before he turns his attention back to the harem he has on his shoulders and lap. Completely ignoring your descent to madness in whatever you drank just now.

Feeling unwell, you excused yourself and rushed to the nearby restroom.

When you got in there, the line was so long, some girls and ladies were even standing in line. And you felt bad asking to use the room first, you’d rather vomit and ruin on the marble floor.

Your mind is already on haywire, scared that you’ll do something you will regret when you realize that you have in your purse Vox’s VIP room’s keycard in this bar. He wouldn't mind if you use his restroom for a bit right?

With no choice left, and with dwindling dignity about your situation, you rushed over to where his room was. You don't even remember how you got in there, but you collapsed on the tiled floor, and vomited everything you had that day.

Face covering the whole toilet seat, you clutched the rim for support.

It was odd.

No matter how much you puke, it seems like the heat coursing inside you worsens. In fact, when you vomited, the heat in your stomach tightened its hold on you.

It feels like whatever you digested was heightened when removed from someone’s system.

You were sweating. Eyes unfocused as you drink the water from the faucet. Not caring if it was clean or whatever. You just want the heat inside you gone. It is uncomfortable, borderline painful.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror and seeing your disheveled appearance, you concluded that Valentino drugged you.

That piece of shit!

You screamed bloody murder as you released the frustration. Normally, you can handle it, and forget it right after work, but with your situation, you could barely think.

You wanted to hurt someone. Punch somebody. Bite a person’s limb. God! Whatever you could do to feel better.

Removing your pumps from your feet, unbuttoning your shirt, zipping out your skirt and throwing them all on the side. You sighed a bit in relief when you’re all in your underwear. The heavy feeling of your corporate attire removed from your being.

Looking around, you find the room’s shower, and it was one of those rich people showers, where the water comes from all sides. Thinking it would be a good idea to get rid of this heat permanently by having a cold shower, you stepped in, removed your remaining clothing, and completely forgot that this wasn't your room.

You sighed with relief when the cold water cascaded all over your body. It was so welcoming and it helps with clearing up the fog in your mind that came from whatever drug Val put in your drink.

You thought the hell was already over until you felt warmth pooling in your core. Your middle vibrates with want and need.

Of course. He will not drug you with just any normal drugs. With his history, using a love drug is probably common. You screamed in annoyance and thanked the cascading water for drowning the sound of your pain. The more you try to not focus on the feeling, the more it tugs in your middle, and you want nothing but to end it.

You already weighed your option. It is most unlikely that Vox will stay here tonight. He seems busy with his networking with some rich folks and you probably don't need a lot of time to get off. Just a bit of time to release the knot and feel better.

You slowly put your hand on your center, and shuddered at the feel of your fingers when it brushed your clit. It was already engorged and sensitive. Whatever that substance, it was potent and strong. The result was fast and effective.

Using your left arm, you bite your hand, trying to stop your moans, as you slowly play with your folds, circling on your bud, making sure your fingers are wet enough before putting them inside of you. You shuddered when you felt your core, squeezing your fore and middle finger as you slowly pumped it, in and out of you.

You sighed in relief when it reached the part you’re most sensitive and responsive to.

A moaning mess, you closed your eyes from the heavenly feeling, you made sure to pump your fingers faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and barely keeping it in as your legs shake from want and anticipation of your impending orgasm.

It was all fun until you heard a static voice, moaning, and ordering you to move your fingers faster. Calling you a good girl. And almost like a whisper begging you to bend more so he can see you clearer.

You may be horny but whatever that was made you stop, and you immediately whip your head back from the direction of that voice, and from what you’ve seen, all color left your body.

The whole room is transparent. In fact, the walls were made of clear glass. You have sworn that when you entered, it didn't look this way.

Panic sinked in, you instantly cover your boobs, using both of your arms. Leaving your core, free, and all for him to see.

You heard him tsk in annoyance. He grunted in disapproval and removed his hand from stroking his dick. He is naked, all of his clothes were thrown to the side. He was sitting on his bed, and a remote was near his hand.

You concluded that whatever happened to you must have been a set up.

“You monster!” You yelled and accused him, you tried to step back and move away from his eyes, but you just watched him follow your movement and smile whenever your boobs jiggle when you move.

What a fucking pervert!

“You set me up!” You tried to look around but there is no towel in sight to cover yourself. It was as if the place was barren. So you sat down, and you saw how his face turned crestfallen when he was denied a free view of your pussy.

“You fucking psycho! What do you think you're doing to your own employee, you sick fuck!” You continued yelling profanities at him and you just watched him sniff in disapproval, and shake his head.

“I did not. In fact, I didn't know that whatever Val gave you was laced in drugs.” He came clean, raising his hands in surrender.

Although, you don't want to agree with him. Vox is not the type to use drugs as underhanded tactics. He loves his reputation way too much to be doing something so low. It must have been Val.

“He must have been jealous of you.” He admitted after some thought, and you shuddered in fear when you realized how scary being the subject of Val’s ire.

“I am only your secretary’s assistant!”

“Doesn’t matter. Once he sets his eye on you, he will do something about you.” He looked bored as he put his hands on the side, and relaxed a bit. His upright dick wobbled at the slight movement of him, the tip was still red and swollen from not having its release.

You didn't realize that your eyes were glued on it, until you heard Vox chuckling in amusement, and your eyes instantly went back up to his.

“What exactly did I do to get his attention?” You asked, confused and scared.

“I’m not sure. He isn't the pickiest demon I know, you know.” He replied with a purr. You don't even have to look down to see that his hand already went back on stroking his dick. Your blatant stare turned him on again.

“Come on, sweetheart! Let me help you out.” The moment he stood up, even though you're sitting on the tiled floor, you did your best to move back away, without losing sight of him.

He is grinning. And you know well enough that he enjoys whatever it was you're doing to keep him away from you.

The moment he was in front of the glass door of the shower, you stood up and boxed up. You don't care anymore if your boobs are hanging out. Your swollen folds cold from the air.

No. Actually, it wasn't. The feeling of painful heat was back again, and your core involuntarily squeezed nothing from anticipation.

Seeing the naked Vox in front of you, the feeling worsens, as if it is clawing out of you to be released.

“Knowing Val’s moods. He probably gave you something strong.” He explained.

“Let me eat you out.” He followed, looking like he was salivating.

“Are you insane? Did having that LED screen head make you stupid? No! I will not have sex with you.” Trying your best to insult him away, you cursed at him, yelled at him, even spit at his feet. But all his focus was only on you. Like a predator, already locked in on his prey.

You tried to fight it, you really do, but when you felt something dripping down your legs, wetness was visible in your core. You know you already lost.

You didn't even fight back, when Vox stepped forward, and cupped your breasts. His hand is molding in the shape of your mound, as he massages and plays with your nipples. He tugged at it, and he shuddered at the sound of your moan.

He is enjoying it, and you can feel how his manhood is poking on your hips.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is what’s going to happen.” He suddenly let go of your breast, his hand cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. You felt your eyes water, and at this point, the fog in your head is back. Your mind is blank, body working on instinct.

“I will eat you out, fuck whatever drugs was in your system, and you’ll stay quiet about this incident, okay?” Your body seems to be moving on autopilot as you nodded, not really understanding what he said. Realizing that you're already lost in the sedative in your system, Vox cursed at Val for whatever he did tonight.

You let Vox carry you like a princess to the bed, you even circled your hands around his, looking at him like he is the most wonderful thing you ever saw in hell. You stretch the moment your back hits the satin sheet and relinquish the cold feeling of the fabric on your skin.

Not giving you time to move away, Vox set himself between your legs, head already in your core and mouthing your folds like it was his.

Your moan echoed in the room. You shivered at the feel of his mouth, and cried when his tongue finally graced your walls. It was long, and weird. You know he is a demon, but having this tongue on you right now is the evilest thing he ever did in his time in hell.

His grip on your leg tightened, when he felt you shimmying away from his face. You felt the familiar tug in you and cried out when your orgasm hit you like whiplash. You felt how his moan vibrated in your insides and rode his face until the feeling of your end made you feel like a jell-o.

It was only a brief moment of relief, you closed your eyes, still high from your orgasm, when you felt him crawling above you, and kissed your cheeks with affection, you thought he was incapable of.

Opening your eyes, you gave him a toothy grin, and put your arms around his neck.

You felt him cupping your core for a moment, and holding his dick in front of your entrance, before dipping in and your back was raised from euphoria.

He was relentless as he moved. It was primal, as if, for someone who could have sex with anyone, he seems like he doesn't know what he is doing and only moves by pure instinct.

You were too out of it, when you placed your hand on his cheek, and kissed his lips softly. He was staring at the way he hides inside of you. How he fits perfectly. Fascinated on how you accepted him right away for someone who was so adamant on saying no.

“Don't neglect me.” You begged, with a pout. As you pulled his face to come look at you.

His assault stopped for a moment. He was just staring at you, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Until, something flashed on those pupils and he moved his face closer to you.

“I do not care if it was only the drugs talking but after this, don't expect that you’ll be back on your normal life in hell. You are now mine. Everything about you is mine. Mine to protect, mine to take care of, and mine to destroy. No matter how much you begged for me to leave you alone, I won't do that. You already sold yourself to me. And this may be the reason why out of all the people I know of it was you who found me again.” His eyes were intense and voiced laced with dark promise.

“Alright. I am yours, Vox.” Not really understanding what he said, you responded.

That night, everything was a blur. You don't remember how many times he bent you over, how much you soiled the sheets, or how many times you marked each other like there is no tomorrow.

It was wild, uncaring and fast. You’re probably going to regret it the moment you’re back to yourself and realize the damage you have done.

But tonight, you cannot deny that you enjoyed the attention. His attention.

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