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🪰 MISTRESS OF THE FLIES.
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( her idea of "enjoying herself" is rather vague at worst, and seductive at best. she turns on her heel, placing her arms comfortably around his waist. )

just the two of us... enjoying a nice, warm shower. nothing to bother us!
[ it's all he can do to will his body into not acting out of turn — she's just enjoying herself the same as him. but, goodness, even having her lean into him at all is so nice... if she pushes into his thighs and senses a twitch, it's nothing, certainly. ]

mm–?
ah... yeah, um. this is...

( she lets out a content little trill of her own, pushing her backside against his thighs juuuust a little bit.

the rest of her body follows suit; leaning back against him to let the water run over their bodies in an even flow. )

isn't this nice? the warm water, i mean. . .
February 3, 2026 at 4:52 AM

no need to explain. if you want a giant bug, i can provide that form to you, if you'd like.
" ....I do want to see that once. That sounds cool.

Not that i'm complaining about the current form just giant bugs are rare in the world. "


i CAN take the form of a giant fly, but. . . it's not as appealing.

February 3, 2026 at 4:41 AM

( she lets out a content little trill of her own, pushing her backside against his thighs juuuust a little bit.

the rest of her body follows suit; leaning back against him to let the water run over their bodies in an even flow. )

isn't this nice? the warm water, i mean. . .
[ oh, fuck, he's not gonna be able to recover from that. he stammers out something that's closest to an "alright," stepping damn near flush with her body to catch the water properly.

... he makes a note of satisfaction maybe a little too close to a whine. jeez. ]

( her head turns ever so slightly to cast a sultry gaze toward him, lifting her arm to raise a finger and gesture for him to come closer. )

here, boy. you're practically half-dry.
February 3, 2026 at 4:37 AM

( her head turns ever so slightly to cast a sultry gaze toward him, lifting her arm to raise a finger and gesture for him to come closer. )

here, boy. you're practically half-dry.
[ he makes an effort to put it aside for now though, letting the water cascade across them both... a quiet hum as they situate themselves. it's big enough for them both, but he does seem to be awfully close, doesn't he?

... it must be nothing. ]
February 3, 2026 at 4:23 AM

( she doesn't turn around, at first; granting him a full view of everything she was packing from her shoulders down to the back of her heels.

her tail swayed about enthusiastically, letting the water run through her hair and trailing her hands over her body. )
[ oh, he DOES think of himself as lucky! at least in this sense. the rest, not so much, but to be well off in this is perhaps the greatest joy he could have.

so, naturally, he strips himself of his boxers before stepping in to join her once she deems the water warm enough. ...fuck, that's nice. ]

( he should worry less about the fairness of it all and consider himself a pretty lucky guy. . . even if he has run-ins with pretty women often.

once his clothes have been discarded, she slowly removes her thong and bra, stepping into the tub ahead of him to let the water run over her body
February 3, 2026 at 4:08 AM

( he should worry less about the fairness of it all and consider himself a pretty lucky guy. . . even if he has run-ins with pretty women often.

once his clothes have been discarded, she slowly removes her thong and bra, stepping into the tub ahead of him to let the water run over her body
[ ...as red as ever, of course, when he glances to make sure she's following along. so pretty... it's just not fair.

he doesn't go out of his way to strip until they actually reach the bathroom, at which point he tosses most of his clothes- save for his underwear- into a basket for later. ]


( she's quick to remove her clothes —

placing them neatly on a nearby table before following behind darby with her tail swaying with a hint of enthusiasm.

all she had been wearing now was a pair of thongs and a lace bra— which she would remove in due time. )

February 3, 2026 at 3:42 AM


i CAN take the form of a giant fly, but. . . it's not as appealing.

@mistralofthevoid.bsky.social

" ...if you're the queen of flies, how come you don't look like a giant fly?

I feel like that'd make more sense... "
February 3, 2026 at 2:41 AM


( she's quick to remove her clothes —

placing them neatly on a nearby table before following behind darby with her tail swaying with a hint of enthusiasm.

all she had been wearing now was a pair of thongs and a lace bra— which she would remove in due time. )

... it should! i- i've had company over before, it, um... should be fine...

[ nodding, and, after a beat to make sure he's not completely dreaming through this, he scuttles off to the shower. it makes two of them often left wanting... so, of course he's in a bit of a rush. ]

( not by any means. his company beside her was appreciated; her time in solitude often leaves her wanting... )

wonderful! lead the way, will you? i'm sure your shower can fit the two of us...
February 3, 2026 at 2:32 AM

( not by any means. his company beside her was appreciated; her time in solitude often leaves her wanting... )

wonderful! lead the way, will you? i'm sure your shower can fit the two of us...
[ his breath catches in his throat. inevitable, but he holds no qualm. it's... fuck, it's nice, more than anything. the offer that follows nearly sets him alight with fluster, and it's all he can do to nod, at first. ]

i-!
i, um. yeah. that'd- that... please.

[ ...he's in over his head, perhaps. ]

of course i think so, darby. consider it a compliment of the highest degree.

( she removes her arms from around his neck, letting her hands trickle along his chest before stopping at his abdomen. )

that being said. . . would you like to shower with me again? i could use your gentle hands.
February 3, 2026 at 1:51 AM

of course i think so, darby. consider it a compliment of the highest degree.

( she removes her arms from around his neck, letting her hands trickle along his chest before stopping at his abdomen. )

that being said. . . would you like to shower with me again? i could use your gentle hands.
you r-really—

[ he has to stop and struggles to restart, what with the modicum of praise and a touch not meant to kill him. ]

... you, you, uh- you... think so? i'm, ah- i'm honored.

[ he doesn't really process the meal comment — frankly, he's better off that way. ]

my, aren't you a sweet one.

( a sultry chuckle escapes her lips, her arms now slinking around his neck in a playful little chokehold. )

i could just swallow you up, y'know... but that'd be rude of me. you're too cute to be a meal.
February 3, 2026 at 1:29 AM
/ MY NOTIFS. HOLY MOLY
February 3, 2026 at 12:45 AM
/ six... seven...
February 3, 2026 at 12:40 AM

my, aren't you a sweet one.

( a sultry chuckle escapes her lips, her arms now slinking around his neck in a playful little chokehold. )

i could just swallow you up, y'know... but that'd be rude of me. you're too cute to be a meal.
... huh.

[ a quiet murmur, perhaps complaining that he was "found out". ]

um-
i... do s-suppose they were right. not that they had to say so...

[ ...if only because he's all blushy about it, now that his head isn't pressed into the keyboard. ]

a little birdie told me that a certain /someone/ was thinking about little ol' me.

( she raises her chest up to allow him to raise his head, propping it up with a delicate grasp established by her hands. )

such a strange rumor, this birdie told me...
February 3, 2026 at 12:40 AM
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February 3, 2026 at 12:14 AM
February 3, 2026 at 12:14 AM


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ( * 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅. )

ㅤㅤ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. . . 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

February 3, 2026 at 12:14 AM

a little birdie told me that a certain /someone/ was thinking about little ol' me.

( she raises her chest up to allow him to raise his head, propping it up with a delicate grasp established by her hands. )

such a strange rumor, this birdie told me...
[ he flinches, of course, or at least tries - her chest sort of stifles the movement. ...she must be a telepath. or maybe he really is just that easy? ]

bwh-?

[ this isn't exactly something new to him, but with her specifically... there's a different energy to it. ]

[ lo and behold, a wild beelzebub manifests from what seems to be thin air. boob-hatting the silly little guy while his head was down. ]
February 2, 2026 at 11:52 PM

[ lo and behold, a wild beelzebub manifests from what seems to be thin air. boob-hatting the silly little guy while his head was down. ]
[ taking delayed damage from thinking of beelzebub again. thumping his head against his laptop. ////// ]

[ many such cases? ]
February 2, 2026 at 11:39 PM
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Beelzebub Cake 🪰
#Helltaker
January 27, 2026 at 5:15 AM
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( yaaaawn... )

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January 29, 2026 at 11:20 PM
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑰'𝑴 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑲. . .

November 18, 2025 at 11:37 PM
she lets out a content trill; an indicator that he had been doing well. her hips sway to match the rhythm of his scrubs, but not in such an outward fashion that it'd be regarded as teasing... hopefully.

" thank you. . . "
[>] anything more than assisting someone in need. it doesn't help much, but it gets him to apply the body wash and step closer without issue.

...
and, though it takes a minute, he *does* even manage to start washing her back without melting down or prodding where he shouldn't without permission.
October 20, 2025 at 2:29 AM
" the pleasure's mine. now, would you mind being a doll and helping me wash my back? "

she turns around on her heel, handing him a loofah and a bottle of body wash.

" i struggle to get a good reach back there. . . 💧"
HIM? cute? he's content with himself, but a paragon of beauty like herself... ah, goodness, he can barely keep it together.

" that... i. mn... "

his face is hot against her digits, as red as their attire and then some.

" that's... v-very merciful of you. thank you. "
" it's quite alright. i know my presence can be. . . overwhelming for some. "

she reaches a solitary hand out to caress his profile, squishing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger.

" buuuut, you're cute. so i'm willing to let you get by with being a little intimidated. "
October 20, 2025 at 12:06 AM
" it's quite alright. i know my presence can be. . . overwhelming for some. "

she reaches a solitary hand out to caress his profile, squishing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger.

" buuuut, you're cute. so i'm willing to let you get by with being a little intimidated. "
" s–sorry, " he stammers. " i haven't... done this before. "

but he's here now! in many ways an improvement, which he rewards himself for by stepping into the stream with a thankful nod.

at the very least, he's not completely fallen apart —— yet. a face running hot, sure, but that's not unusual.
she welcomes darby in with a wave of her own, turning to face him with a cordial smile.

" took you long enough. " she remarks with a chuckle, letting him step closer so that the water can run on him for a few moments.

" make yourself comfortable, dear. the water's warm. "
October 19, 2025 at 10:44 PM
she welcomes darby in with a wave of her own, turning to face him with a cordial smile.

" took you long enough. " she remarks with a chuckle, letting him step closer so that the water can run on him for a few moments.

" make yourself comfortable, dear. the water's warm. "
her presence is very overwhelming. she's an important lady!! and her ass is huge... and he... has to ditch his scarf... darby never had a chance.

but, eventually, inevitably, there's the shuffle and removal of fabrics — and he's right by her side before long. a shy wave is about all he can muster.
by all means, he's welcome to take his time. she knows she can be a bit... /much/ to take in. especially for the eyes alone.
October 19, 2025 at 10:36 PM