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Fnaf daycare attendent x reader on my mind today, I may have plenty of other writing projects I'm working on, but damn I do get some little inklings for them.
Honestly I don't even know what kind of au I'd write, I mean I love the more robotic aspect of the attendent. Both Sun and Moon struggling with the restrictions of Fazco is very tasty to me, I eat it up with a spoon every time. I like the readers who interact with them at the pizzaplex, either as mechanics, assistant attendants and so on.
One has gripped me more so recently. Bones-of-a-rabbit started it with their fic honestly, and it's an intriguing concept, a reader who is a staffbot. Call me a bit biased because I first got into the hype of the daycare attendent x reader thorough bamsara's fic. Joe the gas station bot is a noteworthy note. But I do love me some staffbots.
So an idea started forming after I watched markipler play help wanted 2. It's nothing I've really sat down and fleshed out, but I do like to expand it every now and again. I consider it my little thought project. Spoilers ahead. Also this gets a bit existential and angsty.
In one of endings it shows that the human becomes the mask bot in fnaf ruin. And there's this weird thought of, did the two switch places? Is the being swapped under the control of the whole virus thing? Can this process happen with anyone?
That's when I thought of, what if reader staffbot accidentally became human? At first they are ecstatic because now they don't have to worry about getting deactivated and they can do whatever they want now...right?
But they find that being human, while it has some perks, has even worse downsides than they couldnt have anticipated from just watching humans. Like for example, getting sick, joint problems, limbs can't be replaced easily, only one body, pain from anything, etc. What makes this worse is mainly the fact that now they don't have anyone they're familiar with anymore, the human family they end up apart of isn't their's, the friends that surround them are unfamiliar, the people they do know are all back at the pizzaplex and they won't recognize them as the staffbot they knew.
The reason why they wished to be human, becomes something of regret, because in losing the bots they cared about all they wanna do is reverse it. For mine in particular there's no way to do so, I don't know how it becomes irreversible, it's possible that it comes from Fazco's doing of erasing what they can of the glitch, which is the thing that even let the reader swap in the first place. They feel even more guilt because they also understand there was a human they swapped places with, which means their possible death or life stuck as a staffbot is their fault.
So they mourn their losses and decide to get to know their friends in the pizzaplex as a human. In hopes to create a better life for their friends as they have access to things they don't. And really? End goal? Probably helping them escape, because even if they couldn't escape as a staffbot without consequences, they'll make sure nobody else has to.
I don't know if this is like a rebuilt pizzaplex or an entirely new establishment. I don't even know what to do with this really, but I like unpacking 'becoming a real boy' trope. Also I have never seen it explored in this way I suppose, not with the 'Oh this is great cause I'm human now' like, c'mon, human bodies and living life as a human does have some real shitty things to deal with. We have some perks, but like would a robot really want to give up the ability to replace body parts for exact same body parts if needed? Or the fact that they can figure out problems faster because they don't have to worry about memory problems? A little bit of a ramble, I digress.
But yeah, I honestly would like to make this into something more, but right now I got other fanfics and I'm swamped with life right now, so my creativity is taking a hit. I've been playing around with this concept in my head for a while, just never executed it. If this ramble gives inspiration to you, please do @ me, I'd love to see what you've come up with!
#daycare attendant x reader#writing ideas#avarice drabbles#creature made something#critter writing moments#avarice has spoken#creature talking hours#critter in a box handing you a note
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A Door to the Future | Mammon x Reader
.7K words | GN! Reader | CW: children
“Shit, which door did Barbatos say it was again…” Mammon walked down a corridor of doors in Barbatos’s room. He wasn’t even sure if he’d gone down the right hallway.
“Red door, red door…I think,” he mumbled as he strolled. His eyes lit up when he saw the door near the end of the hallway. “Bingo!”
He laughed to himself and sprinted to the door. He opened it up exited and waltzed right in when something collided with his leg.
“Hey!” He snapped instinctively before seeing the object was in fact a small boy.
“Oh shit, you alright kid…” Mammon asked and awkwardly crouched down to check on the boy. The boy looked up at him with bright blue eyes and Mammon raised one brow curiously.
“Hey, you kinda look like—“
“Papa!” The boy exclaimed and clung to Mammon’s leg. “I thought I didn’t get to say goodbye.” He sobbed and Mammon froze awkwardly.
“Yeah…um…here I…am?” Mammon was beyond confused and his instincts were telling him this definitely wasn’t the right door.
“Mammon, is that you?” Mammon froze when he heard your voice. Suddenly you appeared before him, older and more graceful than before but just as beautiful.
Mammon’s cheeks flushed when he saw you. “Oh, uh—“
You hugged him excitedly. “Good, I was worried Matty missed you.” You sighed in relief and Mammon looked around the room anxiously.
What was happening? Where did this door lead?
“Why don’t you have some coffee before you go, you can’t run off to work like that without breakfast,” you told him and he nodded wordlessly.
Wasn’t this the house of Lamentation? Something felt different about it. Mammon saw toys scattered across the floor and when he waltzed into the dining room behind you he saw six chairs instead of eight.
This made Mammon uneasy. Was everyone okay?
“Six…” you heard Mammon mumble worriedly.
“Did you forget? Leviathan and Asmodeus are visiting later so I brought the extra chairs out.”
Mammon noticeably relaxed when he felt Matty cling to his leg again. Mammon wasn’t sure what to do and kept walking, dragging the other leg behind him as the boy laughed excitedly.
“Daddy?” Mammon gasped and looked behind him where he saw a young girl, the spitting image of himself.
She wore a backpack and her hair was in a sloppy ponytail. She looked confused and possibly annoyed?
“Why aren’t you at work? Are ya skipping again?” She glared teasingly.
You laughed and Mammon shook his head, “I ain’t skippin’!”
“Ava, don’t tease your father so much,” you scolded and Mammon audibly gulped.
“F-fath—“
He was cut off when he heard Barbatos’s voice in his head.
“Mammon, return. Now.”
Mammon gently pried the boy from his leg and gave you an anxious look.
“Hey, listen…Umm. I gotta—“
You smiled and nodded. “I know.” Of course, you knew. Mammon wouldn’t stop talking about the future he saw with you when he returned to his own timeline. You’d wondered when you’d finally meet the Mammon of the past again. Alas, you couldn’t get him to stay any longer than he originally had.
You and Mammon shared a knowing smile. “See ya soon…yeah?” Mammon asked and you nodded. You waved and beckoned Ava and Matty to your side.
“Kids, say goodbye to dad.”
Ava grinned and Matty waved, “Bye papa!” They chimed in unison and Mammon, looking back until the last second shuffled out the door he came through.
Barbatos dragged him into the hallway and glared down at him.
“Wh…what was that…” Mammon gasped, holding his chest.
Barbatos rolled his eyes. “That was what you weren’t meant to see.”
“Wh-huh…d-does that really happen!? Are ___ and I gonna? Y-you know!”
Barbatos rolled his eyes again and sighed. “It’s a possibility.”
Mammon turned red and his heartbeat faster. “Hell no! It’s not a possibility, that’s happening! Definitely!”
“If you say so,” Barbatos clucked and started walking away towards the correct door.
“Hey don’t leave me!” Mammon yelled and ran after him, mind racing.
Could he make it happen? Of course, he could right!? Anything to see those little kids again, and you…every day for the rest of his life.
“Ava and Matty, huh…” Mammon grinned to himself. He couldn’t wait to tell you all about it. “___ is definitely gonna be with me, not even Lucifer can change that.”
#obey me drabble#obey me second generation#obey me mammon#obey me mammom x reader#Ava is short for Avarice she is 13#Matty is 5#mammon owns a large casino chain and sometimes skips work to hang out with his family#obey me fic#obey me ficlet
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Mary knows Lilith: not the kind to confess anything unless it is to a priest.
But she sees Lilith betray herself in little glances, shows of aggression, as if that could impress her; Mary hears the words meant to provoke her, knowing what they actually mean (even if they anger her still). Lilith's love is unfair, Lilith's love is tyrannical; sometimes Mary wishes she could just be done with it.
Yet Lilith's love is precious and Mary understands how much when she sees it slip away, sliced in half by avarice, and all Mary can do is hold Lilith close.
#warrior nun#shotgun mary#sister lilith#warrior nun drabble#narratives and similar#mini drabble regatta#...how many people will read avarice as avatrice at first glance i wonder?#because even i did when rereading before posting lol
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Pleonexia
Summary: Cemented as a false God, the title of "The Creator" warranted a certain Fatui Harbinger to impose his greed upon you.
Word Count: 1.3k
CW: SAGAU, implied violence, implied cultish themes, the fatui comes as it's own warning, slight jealousy?
A/N: formatted on mobile </3 A little drabble I had lying around (*´▽`*) I really like SAGAU but only a specific flavor of it RAUGHH I also have so,,, many ideas for other fics. Yippee for summer!!! (delusional)
Zapolyarny Palace was destitute of warmth.
The room the Tsaritsa had generously provided on account of your descending far outgrew your meager body; the walls stretched too far, any insulation it may have mustered in the heart of a blizzard out your reach, and the chandeliers hung from the ceiling too high to provide any ample light, encompassing you in darkness. The only reprieve within your residence laid a stately hearth. The fire roared, breaking the monotonous cold hues of the bedroom. Its heat blanketed your face in a sweet caress. Soft whispers of crackled wood lulled you to slumber.
Temptation gnawed at your being. You wanted to rest.
But something you quickly learned about the palace was its capacity for people.
For Fatui.
And they wanted anything but your comfort.
The Regrator hummed, cold fingers trailing the bare of your neck, reveling in your shudders as he clicked the gold necklace onto your figure. Illustrious gemstones and the smoothest links of gold culminated to create art - now adorned by you. It could have been beautiful, had it not been tainted by avarice. Had it not been tainted by his prayer.
"Your Grace, do you like it?"
That moniker stirred ill within the depths of your stomach. When would be the day they realized they deluded themselves into a lie? When would be the day they killed you for being something you never claimed you were?
As intriguing as the Fatui were on one side of the screen, they were sinister zealots on the other. They despised the Gods so much their hatred festered piousness--and they paraded you like a doll around the estate, an object to collect worship and donate it to rising influence. You were another gnosis, another piece to their revolution.
The match to inevitably burn away the Old World.
"Your Grace," the Regrator repeated, the edge on each syllable chiding, "is this not up to your tastes? ...Not refined enough?"
Your head snapped up to meet his gaze. No semblance of warmth pierced his icy veil. For all the devoutness the Harbingers touted, their theatrics fell short. Ugly, false fidelity bled through their altruistic ministrations.
How you wished to curl up next to the fireplace instead of having to cling onto your robes.
"No...no, it's, ah, beautiful. Thank you," you mumbled, forcing a smile onto your face.
"Of course. Someone of your status—" he grit that phrase out from his throat, you swore it—"deserves only to be lavished in the finest treasures Teyvat has to offer! Wouldn't you agree?"
When they killed you, would he scatter his riches upon your corpse? Or maybe Pantalone would bury you with all the accessories he gifted you--
Perhaps they’d continue the facade, setting your still heart upon the altar dedicated to the Creator. The name you unwittingly stole from its rightful place.
He took your long, drawn, silence as acquiscence. "It's quite alright if you're shy. I fully understand, as your acolyte, but really, you must be more open about you and your capabilities--humbleness goes hand in hand with honesty, after all! Surely that's nothing to hide, hm?"
His hands found their way to your own, and he traced the shape of a diamond on your palm.
"What did you call them again? What was it...oh, primogems?" From your visage, the corners of his lips curled. "Your Grace, won't you show me your divinity? For all my offerings, a glimpse wouldn't hurt."
It's only fair.
"I'm...truly grateful for everything the Fatui, and especially you, have provided," you started slowly, eyes falling to his rings, unable to harbor the weight of his scrutiny any longer, "but...I'm sorry. I can't just use them whenever I wish—" the words died on your tongue as his grip tightened, leaving behind desiccated sputters.
"And why is that?"
"I'm—I'm sorry—"
"Am I not worthy?" Pantalone laughed a little, devoid of joy, "have I not given you enough, Your Grace? What more can I give? I've already built myself up from nothing, despite the Gods' negligence—must I give that up too, to bask in Your warmth?"
You winced, trying to pull away. Yet he held firm, as if it wasn't wrists he was holding, but the bags of mora he hoarded.
"That's not—"
"I really am not asking for much, Your Grace. You've shown the Balladeer—even the Doctor—your powers. So why not me? Dottore and I are close partners, and if you trust him, I can assure you, you can have complete and utter faith in me, just as I do you."
"I...Okay. But only one summon," you conceded, the crystalline shards manifesting into your hands.
As if he hadn't been intimidating you moments prior, Pantalone stared in awe, clasping his hands together and humming.
"Oh! You're too kind, Your Grace!"
"Please, just call me by my name," you whispered, before cupping the primos together into an Intertwined Fate.
"How beautiful," he gasped, "may I?"
Reluctantly, you handed it to him. The size of his figure dwarfed the small orb, brimming with power. A pink and blue glow breathed life into his otherwise dull fur coat.
"How do you use…this?” Pantalone’s brows furrowed together, raising it up to the light as if to get a better view. “It’s quite…tiny.”
"Well, I'm not sure how it fully works in Teyvat—but you wish for something and hope to get it."
"Hm? So you leave it up to chance?"
"Yes, in a way..."
"How pitiful," he whispered, before his voice dropped an octave, "you must have more power than that. You’re a God.”
“I’ve already told you all…” you stopped in your tracks, images of corpses scattered across Dottore’s lab. You were almost a test subject, “godhood” shielding you from the vivisection table by a narrow margin. If they learned the truth…
“I…am not a god in my home world,” you stammered, picking words haphazardly from the floor of your mind, “I’m still getting used to Teyvat, so…”
He sighed, squeezing your shoulder. “I see. Well, demonstrate how it works.” The reassuring gesture only spurred your unease.
With a slight nod, you pondered what to wish for.
“…Thrilling Tales,” you declared, the fate sizzling with luminescence before shooting up into the sky.
Pantalone’s mouth fell agape as a bright, blue, light enveloped your hands, swirled together, then dissipated, revealing the weapon. Another wish granted. More primos depleted, with no way to earn them back.
“A book; Is it a catalyst?” He took the tomb from your grasp, skimming its contents. “From what I can tell, not a very good one.” A frown slowly painted over his countenance. “Are you playing games with me, Your Grace?”
“W-whatever do you mean, Pantalone?” Your voice faltered as he took a step towards you. Gripping your face just hard enough for his rings to chafe and dig into your cheeks, he tilted your chin up.
“When you were with Dottore, you summoned a brilliant sword that he remarked, “wasn’t from this world”. And, with me, you summon this…” He pinched the book by its cover, letting the pages sway limply below. “Fairy tale?”
“Well—! The Doctor scared me—I, I am much more comfortable with you.” Though not necessarily a lie, it wasn’t a truth either. Of all the people you’d interacted with so far, mainly the harbingers—only the harbingers, when you thought about it—Pantalone, compared to the Doctor, was much less scary.
Eyes widening, the grip on your face went slack, morphing into a soft caress of your cheek. You shuddered again.
He smiled, returning to that cheery demeanor.
“Well, if that is the case, I’m glad, and honored, Your Grace.”
You nodded, every muscle in your body taut and strangled by your lies.
“Of course.”
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#self aware genshin#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x you#genshin x you#genshin fanfic#genshin impact sagau#pantalone x reader#religious themes#sagau#sagau pantalone#why do i keep writing sagau#AND ITS NOT EVEN SCARAMOUCHE?#im not even that into pantalone tbh.#maybe its bc whenever i try to write scarapookie#i end up with far too many words and far too little time
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Vermeil Adoration
Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble
Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-
Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.
For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.
You were created from the breath of life itself.
You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.
You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.
So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.
You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.
A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.
A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.
Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.
You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.
Maybe you should of, in hindsight.
Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.
"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."
The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"
You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.
"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."
The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"
Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"
The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.
You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."
In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."
I love you. I want to stay with you.
"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."
I love you too.
He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."
You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."
You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."
You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.
#linked universe x reader#kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader#FD x Reader#Deity Reader#or at least highly implied#for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol#so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste#contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours#and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection#next story maybe
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Generator
Named Durge (Avarice) x Gortash (gn relatively! Durge has boobs and a pussy :] )
A/n: Durgetash drabble because I'm in bed and I don't want to grab my computer
Cw: piv, sexual discussions, gort domme, praise in slayer, slight humiliation, squirt zone part fourty, enver has a severe breeding fetish, non prepped sex, slayer form jumpscare, quickie in a cramped space.
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The docks were silent for the most part. In the early hours of the morning, the most activity it got was fishing ships casting off into the bleak.
The hit of heels on the brick paths, the glint of the lovitiaar crest under lamp light. They looked up from their knotwork, the figure a mere shadow with glinting silver hair. Their face looked almost too perfect, blurred in the recesses of their memories. Overt glamor.
They pressed a button and the gate opened, the tail of their coat swishing behind them.
You found him half awake but still functional at his foreman desk, your fingers tracing the outines of his spine and ribcage. He awoke with a start, drool cascading down his chin.
"working hard little tyrant?" You purr, tracing the shell of his ear, a small onyx earring hanging off his lobe. Your thumb cleaned the drool off his chin thumbing at his bottom lip.
"work is hardly work when you enjoy what you do." He cups your hand to his face, a soft sigh uttered from his lips. "why have you come to visit?"
You paused for a second, you didn't know. "I was drawn, I think. Like a moth to a flame, or perhaps a fly to a gentle spiders web."
"and who is who?" His smile was teasing "perhaps our previous encounter was delightful enough that you've returned for another early morning tryst." He tilted his head "or perhaps that's why I'd like to think you've returned."
you chortle. "Perhaps, dear Enver, perhaps." You seat yourself on his desk, your thighs framing his shoulders. "I am more.... What is the word- I'm not familiar with it... Worried, about your recent habits. That is an odd feeling for me, worry."
His brow raised, "have you taken a shine that much? Has your father said anything?"
"I consulted him and fel, I sought his attention through pennance. My requests, the answers have been silent. I am, uncertain." You scratched your inner wrist, a delightful sting of pain grounding you.
"hm." He set back in his chair "then you have sought me for advice, I am most honored!" He cracks a little grin.
"I'm not sure- genuinely why I have came to find you. You are quite easy to stalk, and a delight to toy with." You paused finding your next words "more delightful than I've found anything, refreshing, satiating even."
His brow arched higher "I could same the same...are you propositioning me bhaalspawn?" He shifted in his chair, a hand finding your thigh.
"I don't know what I'm doing- just what feels right." You grab his neck forcing his chin up, he exhales, his eyes wide. His lips are salty and cracked, his pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, his face pulsing red.
His stubble scratched against your skin, glamor magic fading quickly, you want your face known and memorable. He keened quietly at the realization, his hot breath quickly absorbed between your lips.
"closet- closet." You trilled guiding him to one within the foreman's chamber. He mimicked your trill at a higher pitch, one of excitement.
Once in the cramped space his hands found the back of your robes, unclasping the zipper and pulling it down. The robes fell from your shoulder, even in the dingy light his eyes glittered.
"By banes hand... Every time I see you, you become more and more exquisite." He exhaled through his nose. His lips found your neck, his calloused and warm hands palming at your chest. He groaned inwardly trying to lap up all hallmarks of your scent on his lips. He sucked at your skin with another whine, desperate to please.
Your hands worked at his buttons, rolling his jumpsuit over his shoulders,and over his hip dips. his belly stuck out under his undershirt. Your hands traced the fluffy outline of his thick happy trail, he rarely wore boxers these days. His thick cock tapped against the side of your hand radiating heat onto you. He gurgled quietly, his lashes lowered and fluttering.
"inside?" He warbled softly, "please?"
"I haven't been prepped" you sighed dreamily, turning around and wiggling your hips "gods of course now."
He gurgles again, his cock-head warm against the flush of your ass. He strokes the tip of it against your folds, he spread them with two fingers, directing himself between, holding onto the hem of your robe to stabilize his legs he tutted and shushed you as he invaded your walls. A shuddering pain held your hips, prodding and poking at your soft walls. A defensive cramp held him in place with a groan. A hand covered your mouth as she slotted himself inside of you, his front pressed up against your back. You bit down on his hand, a shuddering groan fell from his lips as his hips pushed in again.
"my poor assassin." He whispered, "bhaal has chopped off your tounge hasn't he?" He kissed the crown of your head, his arm wrapping around your hip sickened with something. It traced fond circles around your sensitive bud.
He chuckled into your ear, another shallow thrust to break the taught muscle down. He nibbled on the shell, a pleased sigh coming from your lips.
"that allows me to talk as long as I want, hm? I believe- you wanted this so bad. You tracked me down. I can feel you, gripping my cock- like a steel vice. How bad must you want me- to milk my, ngh- cock like that. Dear bhaalist- you are mine to take from." He massages hips forward, further stretching your walls out around him. The gasoline that laced his fingers made you dizzy, his cockhead nestled against your bladder. The pressure in your abdomen was blinding.
Your walls memorized his veins, his blood vibrating with your visage. Sloppy kisses against your neck, a hand at your mouth that you bit at drawing out beads of coppery tasting blood. The other gripped at your hips.
"arch your back my beloved spawn, gods just like that for me you vile thing." He huffed, "you're so pathetic, like that hm?" He rolled his hips at the insitance of your keens, short thrusts against your spongy tissue made your vision glaze over. "You poor delirious little thing." Your chest bounced with his moments, he quickly pulled out rubbing his cock spitting on it before stretching your walls out again.
His hand smeared the spittle from your lips onto your cheek. Finding a place in your hair he groped at your roots, his hips finding a bruising pace. "gods gods gods" he repeated, his voice choking and warbling into your ear. "fuck yourself onto me avi- oh my dear spawn- delicious- you are... better than divine." His balls slapped against your clit, a sting from the stretch drove you insane.
"so close-so fuckin close- banes right hand- fuck- dear spawn please take our accursed children into your unholy womb-! Bless me- bless me with our union-" he stammered, his hips snapping quickly, filling the small space with wet slaps. You groaned into your arms, your eyes rolling back. Your spine tickled, skinny burned and itches as the wood of the shelf splinters under your grasp.
"Enver-" you groaned, your hips rocking back to his. Your skin flexed, the bones of your spine prodding out into your chest. Your voice becomes less understandable, a feral howl careening through the space.
"come- turn around it will be easier as you change-" he crooned, your skin stretching and budding under the pressure. He left you again, a cry erupting from your maw. He opened the door allowing you to lay as he admired you. "I'm afraid I'll sound odd when I say this, I've dreamed of taking you like this, you look glorious."
He kissed down your sternum your claws scratching at the hardwood under you. You gnashed your teeth as he pushed in, your innards clenching around him. You squealed loudly, teeth clattering together. He chuckled darkly, giving a tentative thrust. He bottomed out quickly his nose pressed into your taught stomach. Your limbs clicked and undulated, every sensation heightened in this form, you screamed at him again, clenching around him.
"god you are gorgeous- beautiful- elegant-!" He bit his bottom lip, his eyes shaded by the sweat slicked curls. Your tail twirled and thumped beneath him, pressing your thighs back, he entered at a new angle.
your maw opened again, tongue lolling out the side. He could tell you were so close- To snapping and changing back, to your soft fleshyness.
"Eh-n-vhEr." You warbled, in almost a human way.
"so close dear one- so so close."
You became ridgid as you rode out an orgasm, your skin stretching and shortening as you warped between forms. He keened again, shoving himself inside of you. He came inside of you, his tip nestled against your cervix, his hips shook slightly.
You found it, your skin glistening under a sheen of sweat. He pulled out shooting the rest of his load onto your stomach and labia, his hands quick to finish himself off. He continued bucking his hips into his hands, years budding from electricity of overstimulation. He bit his lower lip as his haunches shook, his tip against your entrance again as he rode out another orgasm. He painted your walls again, his hands scrunched close as his breath rattled in his chest.
He huffed a soft smile playing on his lips as she scooped up his cum and pressed it into your hole. The excess dribbed around his fingers.
"we should perhaps have a bath then- avi?" He hummed a little. Shifting on his heels he swore softly.
His knees began to hurt.
#bg3#baulders gate 3#lord enver gortash#gortash smut#lord gortash#bg3 gortash#enver gortash#gortash x durge#the dark urge#durge bg3#bg3 durge#durgetash#durge#bg3 fic#balders gate 3#drabble
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#🌷 navigation#twst#twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland#fluff twisted wonderland#twst x reader#masterlist#Decided to add what im planning to write for the characters bc y not#i'll link it when I do write it and it aint a draft no moreTT#Jujutsu kaisen#yandere Jujutsu Kaisen#jjk x reader
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✧ dcvilgrams pinned & masterlist ✧
✧ about me ✧
i am: jack
he/him. 28.
ace & biromantic. transman.
intj. chaotic dumbass energy
vocal about living w/ my adhd
big Lucifer simp
comfortable writing Asmo, Levi, & Satan (but working on everyone!)
✧ rules & dni ✧
minors & blank blogs dni. i don't get to clear out/block as often as i would like but i do check through my followers and check for these things!
this blog will contain mature content & at times nsfw content. so minors will not be tolerated. please have your age stated somewhere in your bio/pinned, thank you!
✧ tags ✧
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my mc: xhura kusumoto — my om! mc main tag
lias mc: ayla getsumei — @houselamentation's om! mc tag
; my writing — gen. writing tag
; my edits — gen. edits tag
; tddc rp — roleplay excerpts from the duo chronicles
✧ my OM! mc ✧
Xhura Kusumoto
he/him. 25
human (s1). demon (s2+)
primary fc: akira kougami; nil admirari no tenbin
enfj. gay. shipped with & married to Lucifer
4 years sober
pacts with Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, & Barbatos
official title: Kusumoto Xhura; Child of Barbatos, Eighth Lord of Hell & Avatar of Avarice, Official Historian of the Devildom
DISCLAIMER: all images/character designs used belong to their original creators & are only being used as likenesses for mine & houselamentation’s OM! MCs
✧ the disaster duo chronicles ✧
mine & @houselamentation's angsty OM! au wherein both of our mcs were sent to RAD together & the story that unfolds
filled with tons of new lore, original characters from demons to witches to cults oh my! & a dramatic shift about what could have happened if two descendants of Lilith just happened to meet under the demon brothers' roof
The Disaster Duo Chronicles
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; headcanons tag
Xhura's Pacts & Locations
The Cost of a Pact With Xhura
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I Wasn't Expecting Pillows (platonic siblings Asmo & m!MC)
Family Chores (family-dynamic Barbatos, Diavolo, & m!MC)
✧ fics
( something will go here... eventually? )
✧ roleplay excerpts
"I'm Not Human" | Barbatos & Xhura — Barbatos reveals to Xhura the unforeseen effects of their pact; that Xhura is turning himself into a demon
Emptiness, Consciousness, & Grief | Xhura & Diavolo — under the false assumption Xhura's transformation into a demon is the reason for the natural disasters across the Three Worlds, Diavolo demands he sever his pact with Barbatos; so Xhura shows him what exactly that will mean for him
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What Has Always Been, usukus drabble, rated M
I will never stop trying to convey this concept in a way that finally satisfies my restless soul.
rated M warnings: non-graphic descriptions of sex, so so so so many feels. Oops All Feels. summary: based on a couple of my favorite headcanons--that America has felt his love for England in more or less the same way since he was a child and he doesn't consider what he felt then and what he feels now to be different at its core... and a couple others word count: ~1800
Often, America sleeps like a starfish, splayed out over the bed as if it is necessary for him to touch every part of it--including England--in order to be able to sleep.
But other times, like now for instance, he sleeps curled up into himself--close to England, but not touching him--exactly as he often did when he was a child.
He still is a child, England thinks to himself as he watches America's body breathe and the peaceful expression on his sleeping face.
England furrows his brow, but at himself. What a stupid thing to think about one's lover, especially the morning after an intensely passionate, satisfyingly exhausting night; it is both unnecessarily condescending toward America and a dreadful accusation toward himself.
Because England never--surely, he never thought, even fleetingly, about America in 'that way' until much later, perhaps some time around the Great Wars, perhaps a little bit before, perhaps a little bit after. Quite recently, all things considered. America's behavior might be immature or rash or impulsive at times, but he is definitely not a child. Memories of last night—of America arching beneath him with his solid thighs compressing England's hips while England lost himself inside him; memories of America looking down at him so heatedly as he bent England in half with strength sometimes terrifying to fathom, yet utterly exhilarating, filling him until England felt the shape of him in his chest—will attest to the fact that America is a grown man and England has never desired him to be anything but.
Surely. Yet there he is with the morning light washing over the two of them, sleeping so sweetly that time dilates too far to include memories of sharing a bed with him that pre-date desire and sex and… love.
Do they pre-date love? This kind of love, yes, surely. But not every kind. Not the brotherly affection he once felt, not the possessive, twisted love an empire can feel for its colony. Those feelings dissipated into mist long ago. Perhaps not that long ago… all things considered. Long enough.
England reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of America's face, but suddenly that gesture connects to something too far in the past and he pulls his hand back, frowning. Nausea begins to broil in the pit of his stomach and his eyes burn with confused tears. Is this wrong? Is loving America like this wrong? What another stupid thing to think. They are nations, not humans. Time is different for them. Relationships are different for them. There is no DNA that connects one nation to another--not even those England does consider to be his brothers. And it's not as if there is a great power imbalance between them… and if there was, it would most definitely fall in America's favor.
And the more England thinks about it, the more sure he is that his romantic feelings for America do not pre-date his adulthood. Brotherly affection had been followed by imperial avarice, which had been followed by a forced, cold detachment, which had then been followed by platonic interest and friendship, which had fallen head over heels into the deepest depths of love and longing that England considers himself capable of feeling. Each as its own distinct phase, really. The most overlap had occurred at the beginning.
He reaches out and brushes the strand of hair away, letting his fingers slide through America's hair and then caress his cheek. He can't help but wonder if America has had a similar experience: perhaps loving England as a caregiver, then resenting him as a tyrannical force, then being more concerned with his own self (England knows that sorting out what the "united states" would be had been incredibly difficult), finally perhaps falling in love at around the same time as England had. It seems reasonable.
Love is so rarely reasonable, though.
"Hey," America's sleepy voice drifts in through the fog of England's thoughts.
England smiles softly. "Good morning.”
"Were you watching me sleep, Edward?" America asks with a cheeky grin.
It takes England a moment to locate the reference in the vast library of his mind, but when he does, it pulls him so far into the present that the past almost completely disappears. "Oh! You!" he sputters indignantly. He assaults America's face with annoyed kisses and tickles America's sides, making him laugh until he can't breathe.
America looks up at him, breathless and lovely, and smiles. "I like it when you do that; reminds me of when I was little.”
Whiplash cannot even begin to describe how fast all of England's earlier thoughts snap back into his mind. Had America thought, back then, that England was--?
Unaware of England's inner turmoil, America uncurls himself and drapes one leg over England's hip, pulling him close. He kisses England's face, his neck; contented humming gives way to soft growling and fervent touching. "I don't actually care if you wanna watch me sleep, you know," he murmurs, possibly thinking England's lack of response might be due to actual irritation. "You've always done that.”
England firmly pushes away enough to look in America's eyes. "What do you mean 'I've always done that?'" he asks.
America blinks at him, clearly confused. "What do you mean what do I mean? I mean even when was a little kid, sometimes I'd wake up and you were watching me. It made me happy, made me feel safe.”
England shakes his head trying to clear it so America can stop reading his mind as he seems to be doing. "Why are you saying things like that? Why are you talking about how things were when you were a child?”
America's brows scrunch with concern and he holds onto England as if he's worried England will run away. He might not be wrong. "It's bad to talk about happy memories now, too?" he asks.
He sounds so hurt that England pauses, breathes. "N-no. It's not. Of course. I'm sorry, I just… have wandered a little too far down memory lane, so to speak.”
America pulls him close again and kisses him on the forehead. “Okay, well… wander back now 'cause I wanna give you a blow job.”
England laughs, but it's a puff of air. He wants that too. He wants to put all these thoughts and memories back where they belong, neatly filed and boxed and stored in his mind. But for some reason, they won't fit back in their containers. "America. When was the first time you felt like you wanted to do that?”
America looks even more confused and concerned now. "What? Why does that matter?”
England inhales deeply. "What I want to know… I suppose… is when did you develop… romantic feelings for me?”
America doesn't say anything, just looks bewildered and a little scared, like he’s prey for some trap England is about to spring.
England presses closer to him, to reassure him, and rests his palm gently on the side of America's neck. "Please. It's important to me.”
"I guess I just don't know what that means. I didn't develop them, you know?”
England tries to work through the initial shock of that statement and manages to remain outwardly calm.”No, I don't know. Does that mean you're not in love with me?"
"What?" America responds indignantly. “Are you crazy?" He surges forward and kisses England hard, then fierce, then deep, then slow, then soft until they're just breathing each other. "How could you even ask something like that? I tell you all the time that I love you… more than you tell me, by the way, not that I'm counting, but like!!! Last night! And that's not even an uncommon occurrence, right?”
"You just said that you didn't develop romantic feelings for me," England replies.
"Well yeah, 'cause like… I dunno, they were always there, you know? I've always loved you.”
"Yes, but you once called me your brother and I took care of you and you loved me in that way, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“And then you hated me and wanted your freedom and then we didn't speak for so long—”
America puts his hand over England's mouth. "I never hated you. I loved you even then. I mean I guess if you wanna nail down some kinda timeline, that's probably when I first wanted you. I knew you didn't see me that way, though. I was pissed about that, sure, but I get it now.”
England takes America's hand and laces their fingers together, staring at them. "Even then," he says more to himself than to America. He kisses their intwined fingers. He supposes that it's not completely illogical for America to have desired him even back then and England surmised some time ago that America hadn't really hated him, he had just been trying to carve out his own identity and England had tried to stifle that. Of course America would be angry. "I'm glad," he says quietly, "that you didn't hate me. I didn't hate you either.”
America nods and kisses their intwined fingers too. "Yeah, I know."
“But then we didn't see each other for quite some time."
“Yeah, but I still loved you, even when you weren’t there.”
“Alright yes, but when did you fall in love with me?”
America exhales in frustration. "I didn't. I don't really know how to explain it, okay? Like sure, things have changed on the outside, we've had our ups and downs and I obviously don't show it the same way as I did when I was little, but it's the same feeling. This warm bubble in my chest. When I'm around you, no matter what, I just feel… happy. Even when we were fighting or even if we're just arguing nowadays, I feel like everything's gonna be alright because you're there. That's how it felt from the first moment I saw you and it's never gone away. Just grown; added more things to it. I know it's different for you, but," America pauses and his face turns pensive. "I dunno, England, I loved you since before I even knew you, didn't I? Isn't that why…" he trails off, but presses England's palm flat to his cheek.
"Isn't that why what?”
"Isn't that why I exist in the first place?”
England's breath catches and his eyes widen for a moment and then he melts and peace settles in and clears away all the fog. He strokes America's face and kisses his forehead. “Perhaps initially, but you are your own man now, you make your own choices.”
“Choosing you is real easy.”
“I’m very glad. Perhaps the next time you sit down to read, you could choose a book on grammar.” He laughs when America sticks out his tongue at him.
The morning is passed lazily, America eventually morphing into the little spoon to England's big spoon and all worries about who felt what and when are gone, because America is right: they are here now. England settles his nose in America soft hair and, though it is cliche, breathes in spacious skies and amber waves and it's the same as it has always been and in a small way, he understands what America meant.
#usuk#and this is certainly the most *usuk* slanted thing I've done in awhile#but also they're switches XD
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✧ ── 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.
Tagged By: @witchcraftandburialdirt
what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? // My current array are those who have made themselves relevant to the story of Reliving Elegy; each deserving of a place to offer their perception freely.
is there anything you don’t like to write? // Intimacy is important to embolden characters- it represents a deepening of trust, and promises safety. In turn, I choose not to write smut- I feel those moments should belong to them alone.
is there anything you really enjoy writing? // Misery, anxiety and agony are fulfilling things to give characters a unique perspective on life. I do this to reach my real goal- resolution in the wake of grief. Laughter in spite of death and time.
how do you come up with headcanons? // If a character would do something- anything- I ask why. If the answer doesn't feel complete, I look deeper. If nothing therein lies, then I put something there. I make it real; I give the action a place in their purpose.
do you write in silence or do you play music? // Silent when writing headcanons or conversations; music when writing drabbles for characters. The quiet lets me hear their words; where music lets me feel their meaning beyond the limits of language.
do you plan your replies or wing them? // Improvisation is the heart of good interaction- a character does not think in eons, but in instants.
do you enjoy shipping? // I do. Unfortunately, my characters do not deserve that kind of love, as many are not ready for it.
what’s your alias/name? // Call me Guy.
age? // 25.
birthday? // I'm a Virgo. Let's not go giving exceptionally personal information.
favorite color? // Navy blue, blurple, olivine; all good options.
favorite song? // Red Sparowes - Message of Avarice is a strong contender.
last movie you watched? // Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Movie's not nearly as creepy if you consider Wonka as an allegory for a mortal that transcended to godhood centuries ago and now tires of the work.
last show you watched? // Supernatural. First time watch with experienced SuperWhoLock veterans @pvremichigan and @smokes-and-bullets
last song you listened to? // Symphony - Guilty Gear Strive. Song goes crazy.
favorite food? // Steak. Partial to NY strip, but steak is steak.
favorite season? // Winter. I prefer the indoors.
do you have a Tumblr best friend? // Not particularly.
Tagging: Whoever so chooses to do it. Free will.
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FOR the PROMPTS
Either MLB love square Five Virtues (all of them)
or
7 Deadly Sin (Greed) but Chatblanc
You could also do both if you wanted
[Buckle up, I was inspired so this is gonna get long.]
Adrinette-Ren [charity and humility]
Adrien thinks to himself that Marinette is a kind, generous person. She gives and gives without a second thought, and asks for nothing in return. If one were to thank her, she would wave it off with a laugh and a smile; It was nothing, really, I was happy to do it!
He isn't aware that she feels the same, that she looks at him with a heart full of love and wishes for his continued happiness. If he ever found out, it would probably just make him adore her even more.
Ladrien-Zhi [knowledge and wisdom]
Ladybug is always impressed with Adrien. Despite his lack of social experience, it seems that there's so much that he knows, so much that he retains, and he is always happy to share his knowledge with her. There are times when she's recalled something he taught her and soared through an obstacle, because of him, because he'd shared with her. She hopes one day she can tell him how much that means to her.
Adrien thinks little of the facts he stores in his memory. Things he was asked to learn, expected to retain. He's far more impressed with his Lady-love, who is not only wonderfully intelligent, but also creative and compassionate. It's one thing to have the knowledge; it's another thing to know when and how to use it.
Marichat-Li [politeness and propriety]
In his civilian life, Chat Noir is always expected to behave a certain way. Speak only when spoken to, and when you do, don't embarrass your father. Always be genteel.
He resents it often, outside of the mask. But lately, he wonders if that's just because Father's expectations involve people who will never offer him the same courtesies.
It is worth it to be kind, polite, a perfect gentlemen, for someone like Marinette, who is just as kind, polite, a perfect lady, right back to him. She smiles and curtsies when he bows and kisses her hand. She says, "It's so nice to see you!" And she means it.
That makes it all the easier to mean it right back.
Ladynoir-Xin [faithfulness]
If there is one thing Ladybug knows, it's that Chat Noir will never abandon her. Recently, she's worried that he wouldn't say the same - she has been so anxious and distant and flighty. If she were him, she would not trust that she would be just as there for him as he is for her.
But he holds her hand in the sudden downpour, smiles in determination and promises that they can take care of anything together. And it is all too easy to believe him.
Lovesquare-Yi [honesty]
When the war ends and the masks come down, there is nothing quite like the relief they feel in that they can now tell each other everything. All the feelings that went unshared, all the secrets that they kept close to their chest, all the happiness they could not have found had they not known. But even greater is the joy, knowing that there had never been anyone else they could have understood better than they understood each other.
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Chat Blanc-Greed
Chat Blanc knows the face of avarice, he thinks, better than anyone has, or ever will. The image he had in his innocence was tinted with money, with cowardice, with a grasping hand that reached for something it was not owed and would never earn.
He knows the face that cries out for Miraculous, the face that watches his with wild eyes, almost as though it does not recognize the frightened eyes of his only son.
That face lies miles below, under the water, now, and cannot respond when he asks it, "Why, Father, why?"
[These were sooo fun, thank you so much! I hope you liked these!]
Choose from these prompts and I will write a ficlet/drabble based on them!
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HELLO, can I have some SteveBucky on this momentous occasion? 77, 79, 81, 92, 95 please!
77. Wished @ AO3
79. Shots @ AO3
81. Cavalry @ AO3
92. Avarice @ AO3
95. Render @ AO3
Please request your own drabble from this list over on Tumblr!
Happy Stucky Renaissance 2023!
#100 drabble tumblr challenge: fifteen fifteen fifteen#marvel#captain america#stucky fanfiction#stevebucky
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Everyday Drabbles #1084: Vampire
The Vampire came, and the men of the city were powerless to stop him. There was nothing in them that was strong enough to resist his influence, much less his power. They had grown weak, distant from one another. He wriggled in through the cracks and took what he wanted, which was everything. The men hid behind symbols that stood for nothing now but their own avarice, carrying mystical weapons that were mere superstition. From his new throne he laughed at the weakness of men. But when he called their women to him, they had stakes hidden behind their backs.
“Study of a Vampire Bat” by Samuel Howitt shared under a Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication.
My first very short story collection, The Mountain’s Shadow is available now from Amazon and Smashwords!
Everyday Drabbles © 2024 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
Have a fabulous day!
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Okay I completely forgot to make one of these for this blog.
Hello, welcome. I have many names I go by, so for this blog I shall label which ones I prefer.
-Avarice
-Creature
-Sleepy Boi
-Critter
I mainly use they/them pronouns, as I haven't tested out neo pronouns and they/them for me leaves it more simplistic for other people. I don't mind being called more male terms, like guy, boy, dude. Though man and sir is a little too formal. Honestly just some guy, keep it causal please. Any nonbinary term is also preferred, you can even get creative with it.
22 as of this year, but honestly my joints make me feel like I'm in my forties at times lol.
This sideblog is mainly made for my hyperfixation of the fnaf daycare attendent. If it wasn't already obvious by the shit ton of reblogs.
Will you ever know my main? Probably not. Maybe if you sleuth around or something, I dunno, I ain't you. I'm not going to tell you anyways.
I might make my own posts for the daycare attendent and what not, but that's up in the air atm. I am a rather busy person cause job, and I got a couple big writing projects I'm working on in different fandoms, so honestly might not for a good while. Unless for some reason I have more time or my brain decides it's great to add yet another writing project to my pile. We shall see. At best you'll probably get little drabbles or pieces of something, little sprinkles like finding a shell on the beach.
Hope you enjoy your scrolling!
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BG3FicFeb Day 24
A day late because I got some writer's block and then subjected myself to the terror that is the Iron Throne dungeon. This first drabble is one of the most pivotal in Tavstarion's tale and I'm sure I'll rewrite it a million times before it gets incorporated in Tale of the Tadpoles.
SFW: Tav and Astarion face the most important decision in their relationship, as Tav worries that her worst fear will come true as Astarion faces off with his former master.
NSFW: At Tav and Astarion's wedding feast, the cake proves a little too tempting for the guests, who find themselves with urgent desires. A variety of pairings and ships aside from the happily married couple.
SFW: Tav faces her worst fear
Content Warning: blood and violence
“Help me, please!” Astarion reached out his hand to her.
“I…I can’t,” Tav closed her eyes, tears spilling from them. “I love you more than anything, but I can’t help you do this.”
“I can’t do this alone!” He cried. “I’m doing this for both of us…for our future! That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be together after all this. I can make us immortal.”
“No, this isn’t what I want. I just want you to be free,” she cried, seeing more fear than avarice in his eyes.
“I will be free! Of everything and everyone. Nothing will be able to stop us. Please.”
“If this is truly what you want, I won’t stop you,” she held her hand over the wound at her side, the ghast’s claws having taken a significant chunk out of her. “This is your decision to make.”
“Don’t you want us to be safe…forever?”
“There won’t be an ‘us’ in that case. I’m sorry. You won’t be the man I thought you were.”
“Who am I then?” He yelled, stomping his foot down on Cazador’s back as the weakened vampire tried to crawl away. “Some fool who would willingly give up incalculable power? I could protect you from anything.”
“You would be the fool I fell in love with,” her tears burned down her cheeks, as she tried to talk him down and heal herself at the same time. “The man who laughs at my stupid jokes and has cried in my arms. Who is scared of clowns and loves to peck me like a goose. I don’t love you because you can protect me. I love you because you need me, as much as I need you.”
Cazador began to laugh, his voice ragged, but still cruel. “You would fall in love with someone as pathetic as yourself. You are both weak…insects deserving to be stomped out. You could not handle a fraction of the power you would dare to steal from me.”
“Shut up!” Astarion spat at him.
“Prattle all you like,” Cazador crawled to his side. “Kill me or don’t. Either way…you will never be free, even if you take my power. Let her watch as you accept your true nature.”
“You’re right,” Astarion gripped the dagger tighter. She thought for a second that she had lost him, that her greatest fear would manifest in front of her. “You will always be in here…somewhere. So thank you, for at least teaching me this,” he thrust the dagger into Cazador’s throat, blood spurting widely from it.
He raised the dagger again, plunging it into Cazaor’s chest, crying out and raising it again, over and over. Tav watched it all, unblinking, knowing this was two hundred years in the making. She watched Cazador’s cruel eyes fade to nothingness, feeling only the slightest sense of relief that he could never harm her beloved again, at least physically. Astarion collapsed, the dagger falling limply from his bloodied hand, and began to sob. She wanted to hold him, to rock him in her arms as she had after so many nightmares, but she allowed him to grieve. For the life Cazador had stolen from him, for the power and protection he’d just given up, for anything else he wished to grieve.
She instead knelt at his side, letting him know she was there for him, however he needed, uncaring that she sat in a pool of her tormentor’s blood. As his sobs began to quiet, he reached for her hand, his bloody fingers trembling as she held it. She didn’t know how long they sat for, closing her eyes to spare herself the blood that still made her slightly queasy. She finally felt him squeeze her hand, opening her eyes to find their companions and the other 6 spawn surrounding them. “Astarion,” one of the spawn asked, covering her breasts with her arm. “Is it over?”
“It is,” he nodded, looking over the mutilated corpse of his former master, nearly unrecognizable from his fury.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
“I don’t know. You can have whatever life you want now. Become something better than prowling around in the dark for rats.”
“What about the other spawn? All those people?”
Astarion looked at Tav, who still held his hand tightly. She nodded at him, letting him know she would honor whatever he decided. He climbed to his feet, Tav helping him up and finally releasing his hand. He bent down to pick up Cazador’s staff, releasing the enchantment on the prison cells. “Lead them to the Underdark for now,” Astarion dropped the staff atop Cazador’s corpse. “They will be safe from the sun and have plenty to eat while they figure out their new lives.” He turned back to Tav, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Will you take me home now? To your cottage that overlooks the sea?”
“Our home,” she weaved a quick Prestidigitation spell around his face to clean the blood away. “It’s as much yours now as it is mine, my love.”
“Our home,” he managed a weary smile.
NSFW: Sex with aphrodisiacs
Background: Tav and Astarion have just been married in a private moonlit ceremony officiated by Dame Aylin. They are holding their post-wedding feast at The Topsy Tentacle, a small theater that they co-own with the previous owners of the now ruined Golden Sow. First introduction to a few of the OC's
Content and Warnings: Too many parings to count, PIV sex, oral sex, anal sex, group sex/threesome, public sex.
Tav and Astarion cut the cake together, using an ornate, long-bladed dagger that was a wedding gift from Lae’zel, who had been unable to attend due to the gith’s continuing fight against Vlaakith. The attached note said that Tav could use it against Astarion if he ever became too unruly. “I’m still not sure if she’s actually making a joke or she really wants you to kill me?” Astarion laughed as he carefully guided a finger-full of cake into Tav’s mouth.
It was a rich and sumptuous chocolate cake that had been made with a very special ingredient according to the baker. Tav couldn’t taste anything beyond the rich and creamy flavor. She fed Astarion his own special piece of ‘red velvet’ cake, a blend of several flavorful bloods, including Tav’s own. She had prepared that cake herself. They returned to their seats, allowing their guests to cut their own pieces and continued to feed each other.
The entire event had gone off without a hitch surprisingly, given how chaotic their life still was post-Netherbrain. Tale of the Tadpoles had just ended its final run, in the very same theater they were holding the feast. Astarion had vastly overspent on designing Tav’s wedding gown, so they needed a cheap place that they also happened to be co-owners of. The wedding party and honored guests sat on the raised stage, while friends and other acquaintances sat in the theater proper.
After finishing their cake, the happy couple began to circulate among their guests, arm in arm, stealing little kisses when they could. They’d nearly made the full circuit when Tav began to feel an all too familiar tingling sensation between her thighs. She shifted against Astarion, giving him a longing glance. They’d already had a quickie in the carriage on the way from their moonlit nuptials in the park, but Tav found herself suddenly in desperate need of her new husband again. “Can we cut the rest of the pleasantries a little short?” she whispered in his ear as they moved to the next table. “I desperately need you to fuck me.”
“Whatever you desire, my beautiful wife,” he purred, pulling her in for a kiss. His lips were like liquid sex to her, her mouth unable to pull away from his, her tongue pressing against his hungrily. They received a few whistles as they stood in the middle of the floor making out, finally pulling away when Tav needed to breathe.
“I need you now,” she blushed and grabbed his hand, making a beeline for Halsin, who was enjoying his third cake slice. “Come with us,” she grabbed his hand, not even allowing him to wipe frosting from his mouth.
She guided them backstage to one of the private dressing rooms, shutting and locking the door behind her. “Get this dress off and fuck me,” Tav trembled, her fingers too unsteady to start working on the pearl buttons that ran from her armpit to the bottom of her hip.
“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” Astarion grinned, carefully pulling at the buttons and kissing her low cut décolletage. “Besides me twice today already…”
“I guess it wasn’t enough,” she sighed hungrily as Halsin pulled at the delicate silk gloves that reached past her elbows, kissing a trail down her arm as he bared more flesh.
“I also feel a little more…hungry than usual,” he growled, helping Astarion pull down her dress now that it was unbuttoned. He was already bulging through his dark suit pants.
She carefully stepped out of her dress, her delicate lace lingerie underneath causing a visceral reaction in the druid. He quickly pulled her panties aside so he could access her engorged and dripping cunt. The force of his mouth nearly lifted her off her feet, pushing her back against the door with a loud thud. “What was in that cake?” Astarion grinned, as he hung up her delicate dress. Even in his ardor, he refused to leave such nice things on the floor.
“It could be succubus spittle for all I care,” Tav moaned, wrenching Halsin’s hungry mouth from her. “I need you both inside me right now.”
She pushed Astarion towards the small couch, pulling Halsin with her. She sunk to her knees between her husband’s legs and began pulling at the buttons of his trousers, his cock still only half-hard. “Here, my love,” he gasped as she pulled him free of his pants with lighting speed and set her mouth on him at once. He handed her a pillow for her to kneel on, Halsin helping guide it under her knees as he knelt behind her, eager cock in hand. He pulled her panties aside again, slicking his fingers around her honey and stroking it along his cock before quickly mounting her from behind.
“Yes!” She hissed as he filled her with his thick length, his thrusts already vigorous and eager.
“Definitely…hnnnn…something in that cake,” Astarion moaned as she deep throated him.
Back out in the theater proper, they weren’t the only ones feeling the effects of the cake’s special aphrodisiac ingredient. Karlach and Dammon, newly returned from the Hells and also engaged, had been making out at their table for several minutes before Karlach pulled him upstairs to one of the private theater boxes. They fell onto the floor, their mouths and tails tangled against one another. Dammon pulled down her leather suit pants, kissing every inch of her legs before pulling his own excited cock out to fuck her right away. They hid their moans between one another’s mouths, their theater box still open to the party below, that was quickly splitting apart to find their own private corners to fulfill their growing desires.
Shadowheart had been casually chatting with El, the tiefling Tav had been taking home the night she’d been kidnapped. They had been working at the Golden Sow until it had been destroyed during the Netherbrain fight and now worked in the theater as the box office manager. When they found their own desires becoming too overwhelming, they made their way to a dark corner of the theater to grope and kiss one another. Shadowheart was more than pleased to find a hard cock in El’s pants, along with a lovely pair of breasts that she sucked on hungrily.
Wyll and his new partner were chaste enough to make their way home before ravishing one another, passing Gale and Syma, who eyed the wedding carriage with a smile. They climbed inside, pulling their clothes aside so they could quickly make love. Gale gripped Syma’s horns tightly as she circled her tongue around his cock, one of his simulacrums perched under her thighs so she could ride its face. After the simulacrum had made her come, she found need of her actual lover, pulling her lips from his cock and straddling him with her skirts pulled around her hips.
Halsin had erupted inside Tav by now, helping her off her knees so she could mount her new husband. He stayed standing behind her, teasing his fingers inside her asshole and fondling her breasts as she rode Astarion. They smiled and laughed as they heard the rhythmic pounding of someone in the adjoining dressing room being fucked against the wall. It turned out to be their fellow co-owners, Favril and his husband, Llol, who was currently being fucked. Tav grinded hard on Astarion’s cock, one of the few not under the cake’s effects, but instead under the seductive spell of his new wife. She looked incredible in the lingerie she still had on and with Halsin’s thick hands manhandling her body as she writhed atop his cock.
He came inside her in a low, heavy grunt, his seed co-mingling with what remained of Halsin’s. She collapsed onto him, her own climax rippling against both their bodies. Halsin sunk onto the couch beside them with a happy sigh. He leaned over to kiss them both, overjoyed that they included him in their union. They shared a grin as they heard a loud groan echo from the other dressing room, the rhythmic pounding on the wall slowly ebbing. “Is it terrible that I want another slice of that cake?” Halsin laughed, looking both his lovers over, cuddled happily together.
“I might need to have a word with that baker,” Tav sighed quietly, nuzzling against Astarion.
“I should leave you two to enjoy one another,” Halsin leaned over to kiss them both again. “We will have plenty of time together after tonight.”
“Thank you for coming,” Tav beamed, helping him button his suit pants up. “In both ways.”
“It was a honor to share a part of this day with you…and our lives together,” he stroked both their faces gently before taking his leave of them.
He returned out to the theater, finding the party devolved into couples making out and groping at their tables and the sounds of quiet moans from various corners of the large hall. He grabbed one last slice of cake to satisfy his sweet tooth, planning to return to Tav’s cottage to enjoy the rest of his evening with some self-pleasure. He grinned widely as he passed the wedding carriage outside, rocking back and forth slowly. Gale had since pressed Syma to the floor of the carriage, circling his hips around her slowly, holding back his climax so they could end together in one explosive final act. “I’m so close, Gale,” she begged, moving her hips faster against him.
“Move in with me,” he fucked her a little faster, staring in her eyes.
“What?” She moaned, teasing the tip of her tail around his ear, pushing some hair out of his face.
“Move…unnff…in with me…so we can mmmm…do this every day. Come live with me in…uhhhhnnn…Waterdeep.” He punctuated the ‘deep,’ thrusting to her very depths.
“Yes!” She cried, both reaching her climax and answering his question. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Yes?!” He smiled happily, kissing the beautiful curve of her lip as her mouth hung open, crying his name. “Syma!” He joined her ecstasy, pressing down on top of her as he erupted inside her.
Shadowheart and El had made their way out of the theater as well, the half-elf braced against the wall of a dark alley as El took her from behind. She’d been seeing a few other people causally, content to remain alone in her little farm outside the city, but felt her interest in El growing as they fucked her. She enjoyed the non-binary nature of their gender, knowing she could never choose one or the other. She joined El’s hand against her clit, glancing back at the tiefling with a grin as she came in quiet moans. “Where has….mmmmphhh…Tav been hiding you, Shadowheart?” El moaned loudly as Shadowheart spun around and knelt in front of them, taking their cock in her mouth to finish them off. She took the fluid across her tongue with a smile, shaking her silver bangs out of her eyes.
“I live on a farm outside the city…and please, call me Jen,” she smiled, standing up to kiss them. “Do you like animals, El?”
“I love animals,” El smiled.
Back inside the theater, Karlach and Dammon lay panting in their private box, all the seats toppled around them as they’d rolled and changed positions during their vigorous lovemaking session. Their bodies and tails were intertwined, looking happily at one another. “Should we ask Tav where they got that cake so we can have it at our wedding?” Karlach grinned.
“I thought we were just having a buffet of ales?” Dammon joked, running his finger atop the infernal heart that was finally stable and completely his.
“That too,” she took his hand, pressing it completely against her chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my fiery beauty,” he leaned over to kiss her. “Should we head back to the forge and heat things up again?”
“Absolutely.”
Tav and Astarion rejoined what was left of their wedding feast, Tav having changed into a simple robe so she didn’t need to be buttoned back into her wedding dress. They’d left as more moans echoed out from the dressing room next door, as Llol received the generous mouth of his husband. A few guests who had already fulfilled their desires or were headed home to, inquired about the cake. Tav shared the details of the baker, wondering if she might ease a commission out for all the extra business. Astarion fed her one last piece, ready to enjoy a final joining with her before the dawn.
They left the theater to grabbed their carriage, opening the door to find a tangle of bodies nestled together on the floor. “I suppose we can walk,” Tav blushed and shut the door. Above them, the writhing and resplendent nude figures of Aylin and Isobel streaked through the night sky. “Gods, imagine if one of us had wings,” Astarion blushed heavily, trying not to stare at the celestial-like bodies enjoying one another at such heights.
“Perhaps we can convince Gale to cast a Fly spell on us one day, since he stole our wedding carriage,” Tav grinned, pulling him towards the inn where they’d booked a honeymoon suite for the night.
“How long does that last?” Astarion grinned.
“Ten minutes.”
“Plenty of time,” he nuzzled her cheek.
#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#bg3ficfeb#halsin x tav#halsin#bg3 fic#karlach x dammon#shadowheart x oc#gale x oc
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masterlist!!
characters-
Garrus Vakarian
First night for forever*
Astarion:
gale:
that rizzards a munch *
lick of bhaal*
Office hours*
the less i know the better*
crocus (eventual smut!) *
Gortash:
Gortash and the bhaalists outfit *
Generator*
Master list con't
*is not suitable for work fics!
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