#reeldeel

Why, am I trying out for the circus?

      “...The Great Fizzarolli?”

      What in the Seven Circles is he doing, hidden behind that booth?

unprompted asks || always accepting

@reeldeel​ asked: hey stolas , so about earlier - clown_smile.jpeg .

reeldeel asked:

[ BLOW ] : sender blows receiver a kiss from across a crowded room.

kissing prompt

The other night where the big guy himself found his person on the actual stage was a rare event. A treat only meant for few peoples eyes, special nights, VIPs, or if he was feeling especially intrepid that night he would put on the shows he was known for. But more often then not when he was at this location, he would find himself in the overhanging booth.

Looking down at the couples, thruples, swingers, and sisterwives all came to get their rocks off, to spice up their boring love lives. He had nothing against couples, quite the contrary. He  adored them, he adored relationships, there was a special kind of lust when you were pining after a select few. He himself was in a relationship, not that the public officially knew.

They could only speculate about the status of him and Fizzi. The cuddles, the passing glances, their hands on eachother every chance they got, and if it weren’t for the fact that keeping a sight like that exclusive would bring in more dough, these walls might’ve had more stories about the lord fucking his imp in pubic. But today, was just another normal day, watching his precious jester kill it during stand up, a full house tonight and then some and he didn’t even break a sweat. And infront of so many prying eyes, so casually shooting a kiss his way.

Of course the crowd just thought it was supposed to bring attention to their lords watchful eye that they all were under. But Asmodeus knew better. It was so laughably easy to hide affection in plain sight. He shot the imp a glimpse of his gloved fingers curling in on themself.

@reeldeel​​ sent this bullshit

open mouth , stares slurping moxxie's left horn down to the base .

Every day, they stray further and further from god. He thought it couldn’t get possibly worse at all. After dying for a moment, he promptly grabs the side of the clown’s head and pushes against it, trying to get him off.

      ...an intense feeling of dread lingers.

“WOW! SO GLAD I GET TO LIVE LIFE KNOWING I NEVER ONCE FUCKED FIZZ OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND, CONSIDERING THERE’S NO PROOF AND THAT FIZZ IS  A BIG OL’ LIAR IF HE EVER SAYS OTHERWISE!”

“And I have an amazing dick, that I has not been posted publicly because I’m not a huge SLUT.”