#my ocs: adonis

[thelurchinghound]

Midnight snack

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Gender: Tiefling! FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con, dacryphilia, eating out, fingering. Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for the reader. Mentions of death.

A/n: Ah love my evil cowboy guy, he's so silly. Sorry if this is shit cuz I wrote this at like 1 in the morning on no sleep and a dream. Felt like I should fed y'all or something. THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS FOR BG3 ACT 1.

| OC(s) used: Adonis 'Half-Elf' | Words: 876 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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The smell of blood lingered in the grove after the slaughter of the tieflings and druids. Bodies of all sizes lay in piles of blood, bile by some. Goblin shouts echo in victory, looting the wooden trunks and grabbing all the beer they can. Though, Adonis didn't even glance at them. A sneer of dark satisfaction on his lips as his foot made a sickening crunch to the tiefling's head. Killing it if it wasn't dead already. His foot plants on their chest, and with a rough yank, he pulls his long sword from their stomach. Clearing the weapon of its gruesome traces on their shitty rags that they used to call clothes.

"Pity, so young, so stupid," he grumbled in a low voice to himself, his tone holding no remorse for the young tiefling. With a grunt, he stretches out, turning to talk to Minthara. The flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye drew his focus. Now that made his eyebrow quirk, a devilish smile gracing his plump lips. It seems the lucky ring he pried from that bratty kid's hands did work after all. He strolled towards the barrel, both hands on the hilt of his sword. His leather boots squelch in the bloody mud.

Adonis didn't even give you a chance to struggle, plead, or try and shove him away. His bloody fist twisted the collar of your shirt. Pulling you up to him, his peach eyes staring daggers into yours. He looked at you with malice, so much anger in his heart for a stranger. The half-elf reeked of spilled guts and liquor. It was pungent, assaulting your senses, and left a bad taste on your tongue. It made your face cringe, though he didn't seem to notice or care enough.

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" He said, shifting from one foot to the other. His gloved hand yanked your face from side to side. The stickiness of blood now coated you. Sharp eyes examining every little detail of you. "You're slicker than a hog in a mud puddle, ain't ya? Thought ya could escape my eyes? My wrath?" Adonis hissed before a swift knock to the head befitted you. You were out cold in less than a second.

When you woke up next, you didn't recognize the place, a cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. Your clothes were somewhere to your side, you seemed relatively unharmed. Tight knots secured your limbs, rendering any attempt at escape futile. The groggy thud of your head made it hard for your eyes to stay open, and the cheering of the goblins didn't help. The sleeping roll under you pressed against your aching limbs, it was cheap with no cushion to it. Quiet chatter between a man and a woman passed through the tent's folds. The talk was short, you could make anything out. The sharp ringing in your ears hadn't subsided.

The tent's fabric abruptly got yanked open to reveal the same man from earlier. Adonis didn't miss the way your tail flicked nervously or how your eyes darted around. "Relax darlin' I ain't 'ere to hurt you, yet," a faint chuckle leaves him as he says that. "Thought I deserved a lil' treat." The hat settled onto the surface with a gentle thud. "And I must say, you look like quite the treat. Not usually my type but better than the ugly muck of goblins out there," he was on you by that point. The leather gloves he was wearing were now discarded on the side by the hat. Scared hands run over curves and dip of your body. His body shivered when his fingertips ran over the ridges of your skin. They run down until reaching your tail, wasting no time grabbing it in a harsh grip.

Instinctively your tail coils around his forearm like a snake. An amused smirk suggested that he found the action rather entertaining. Leaning down he places rough kisses along your body. Starting at your jaw until he gets down between your thighs. The half-elf spread apart your thighs, his nose digging between your folds. Hot wet tongue lapping at the sweetness dripping down. Letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud. A muffled cry leaves your lips, your body trying to shuffle away fruitlessly. He pulls back a little, thumb swiping across his bottom lip with a hum. "Damn doll, you sweeter than any pie I ever tasted. Lemme get another taste," he snorted before diving back in with the addition of his fingers. One finger probes at your entrance before sliding in, he pumps it in and out for a bit before adding another in. While his fingers work on your cunt his lips roughly suck at your clit.

Tears streak down your face as Adonis keeps working on your cunt. You could hardly feel your numbing thighs quivering as that coil in you started to tighten. Though, your pleasure got cut off when the half-elf pulled back with a shit-eating grin. "Names Adonis, by the way," he impishly said. "Now, now. Stop yer pretty lil' crying. The fun hasn't even started yet," the hand that was holding your thigh unbuttons his pants. His erection is already swollen and throbbing.

[acosmicbee]

Happy Father's Day!

How would different Yanderes react to getting a father's day card from their kid?

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Emma & Stephan - Teddy Bear

Stephan looked like he was on the verge of tears as you handed him the card you made. Emma had helped you with the glue and glitter and it had his name on the front in your little childish scrawl.

"You made this for me...?" He asked, a happy smile on his face as a tear fell. He wiped it away and soothed you when you began worrying about why he was crying. "No, sweetheart! It's beautiful! I'm crying because I'm so happy."

One of the maids was taking photos of the moment while Emma joined the two of you, pulling you both into a hug. "Lets go find somewhere to put this, okay? Maybe we should hang it up on the fridge!"

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Sheriff Hayes - Liar Liar

"It's just cuz we made it in school. Not cuz I want to give you it or anything." You had prefaced, shoving the card into his hands before disappearing to your bedroom.

He knew you were lying, you wouldn't have given it to him at all if you hadn't wanted to. Instead, he looked over the card, made with colorful construction paper and markers. It was plain, but he knew you had made it for him.

The next day the card found it's home in the glove box of his cruiser. If you happened to see it, looking through his CDs one day, neither of you mentioned it again.

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Dean & Xavier - School Troubles

"Well it's obviously for me!" Xavier said, smirking at Dean over the kitchen counter. "You literally grounded them last week, of course they wouldn't make you a card."

"You haven't even been around lately! And they would too have made me a card! You're the one who wouldn't get one you meddlesome villain!" Dean argued back, glaring at Xavier.

You just grinned from where you watched them bickering from the hallway. Leaving a happy fathers day card out without addressing it to one of them had worked better than you thought. Maybe things would finally get a little interesting again.

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War God - Child of War

"Is this some sort of human tradition?" He asked you. You nodded, feeling a little shy as he read the little note you'd written him. It was something short and sweet, thanking him for saving you and keeping you with him.

"Well, I think I like this human tradition." He declared, picking you up. "Let's go put this in my office, okay? Then you can come down to Earth with me and pick some flowers while I watch a battle that's going on."

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Cassian - Dangerous Man

He seemed to be inspecting yours and Poppy's almost identical cards. When he'd heavily hinted that making him a nice card would result in some kind of reward both of you had put in only as much effort as you thought would make them passable.

"These will do." He eventually declared, a smile crossing his face. "Well done, you two. Are you ready for your reward?"

He just smiled at the looks on your faces as he began to speak. "Your reward is that I will display these in my office among some works of art from the most esteemed artists of our time." It was hilarious how fast your faces had fallen.

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Adonis & June - Yes Chef

June had convinced you to make a card for her dad alongside her. You just didn't realize how embarassing it would be when he finally read it over, seeing your name penned in next to hers at the bottom.

"Thank you, you two. And thanks for helping June with it, Y/N." He eventually said, still holding the card. You smiled, heading back to work as June teased you for being so nervous.

Adonis smiled, now all alone in the staff room as he looked over the card again. He would have to reward his oldest for convincing her younger sibling to make a card together. She knew the best gift for him would be imagining his whole family together as one. It wouldn't be imagination for much longer though, your room back at his home was almost ready.

[theethighpriestess]

REVISED MASTERLIST

Alrighty Tumblr loves, here's a revised version of my masterlist. As stated in the last one, I do not own the rights to any character or country names created by Ryan Coogler or Marvel. All OCs are my own & are typically chubby, black, & magical. Bold, red titles are smut. 18+ content ahead. Minors, do not interact! Banners designed by me! ☺️

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HOE ASS ERIK - COMPLETED

What happens when Hennessy convinces Erik to become a male escort while they’re at MIT?Foolishness and smut galore!

MASTERLIST

CARNAL STIMULATION

Collab with @hearteyes-for-killmonger & @panthergoddessbast

O’Shea Powell is a young, successful business woman with an insatiable sexual appetite. After speaking with her boss, she’s referred to world renowned sex therapist Dr. Erik Stevens, but is she getting herself into more than she can handle?

MASTERLIST

YOUR ONLYFAN

Collab with @princessstevens

Mahari Khamisi Owens is an undergraduate biology pre-med student with aspirations of becoming a neonatologist. Reserved, and a lover of all things anime, her junior year at Oakland University takes an interesting turn when she develops a crush on the Graduate Assistant for her least favorite class. Erik Stevens is charming and charismatic, but is harboring a secret that changes Hari’s entire perspective on him and awakens a side of her she never knew existed. Can she keep this secret or will the obsession consume her?

MASTERLIST

SCREAM: A HALLOWEEN SERIES - COMPLETED

Collab with @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Erik & his girlfriend Vanity love Spooky Season, so when Erik’s friend Dominic decides to throw a Halloween party at his luxurious cabin in the woods, the couple is more than excited. What starts off as innocent role play between the couple quickly turns into a night of terror. Will they survive the night?

MASTERLIST

I’ll Take Yo Man

Carry On - From Wakanda With Love Submission

Dreams & Nightmares

When Your Plug A Girl Blurb

Kush & Anime

WHATCHAMACALLIT

Amina Brown has a one nightstand with world heavy weight champion boxer Adonis Creed. But what happens when she decides she wants more than one night?

MASTERLIST

BLOOD MONEY

Eden’s broke. Her rent’s late, her car sounds like it’s choking, and her dreams of making it as a singer in New Orleans are getting harder to hold onto. So when she sees a sketchy little ad offering big cash to be a “discreet donor,” she answers it. She tells herself it’s just money. Just blood. Just once. But the contract’s signed, the room is breathing, and Eden? She might’ve just stepped into something deeper than debt.

MASTERLIST

Light My Fire

Heathens

Sunday Dinner

Payback

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Green Goddess (written for @hearteyes-for-killmonger)

Suddenly Stevens (written for @yaachtynoboat711)

Beauty is Her Name

It’s Complicated (written for @princesskillmonger)

I’m Sorry (written for @bidibidibombaclaat)

The Great Reveal (written for @thehomierobbstark)

Neighbors Know My Name (A Continuation to On the Hotline by @hearteyes-for-killmonger)

Sacrifice (1) (2) - written for @panthergoddessbast & @blktinkerbell

The Devil Speaks Xhosa - written for @blackpantherismyish

Mile High

Trap Card

Act Up - written for @princessstevens

Let Me Smell It - written for @princessstevens

Up Late - written for @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Cam Girl: Day Dreamin’ - @nahimjustfeelingit-writes Smut Challenge submission

Boo’s Dollhouse Chapter 2: Honey - @nahimjustfeelingit-writes Kinktober Submission

[heartfullofleeches]

Bully Wasp Darling my beloved <3 Grumpy, territorial bastard who is honestly pretty chill long as people keep their distance- Has an eye out for their neighbors not because he genuinely cares about them, but moreover to keep the peace and quiet in their neck of the woods

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Adonis [Butterfly Yan]: T-thanks again for walking me home. I'm really sorry the sirens woke you up when the landlord reported me missing. I'm away often on... business trip. Haha....

Wasp Darling: Anything like this happens again and I'll break your fucking legs to make sure you go nowhere.

Adonis, blushing: Y-you promise?!

[wormwoof]

happy hug a taur twednesday

[hellaverse-reimagined]

Stairways AU Alastor: Meet

Adonis Crowley

DOD: died at 47 in the late 1930s-early 1940s

Ethnicity: Black Louisiana Creole

Demon Type: shifter - wolf-type (based on the Rougaraou)

Agenda: Gather 666 Soul Contracts or find a way out of his deal with The Gambler. 

Backstory: Envied by his elders in the entertainment industry for his youth and effortless charm at the start of his career, he was fired from his first radio job. While storming off to process and cool off, he had the misfortune to run into a Crossroads Demon called The Gambler. The Gambler offered him endless fortune in exchange for his soul. Adonis, at the time, didn't believe in the supernatural, and thought it better to humor this possibly dangerous stranger than refuse. It's still unknown what would have happened if he had, but that was the moment Adonis was set on the road to Hell.

His Deal: The Gambler granted Adonis power over fortune - luck. In life, he could will lucky events into being, but in turn, he had to mark others for Bad Luck equal to his act of Good Luck. If he didn’t, the bad luck would come back to bite him later. If he willed a lucky money encounter, someone he marked would be short some change. If he willed a lucky chain of events to meet a goal (say, secure his own Radio Show), someone he marked would have an unlucky chain of events that rendered them bankrupt or destitute. And if he saved his/someone's life... Those marked would end up dead. As Adonis' luck wore thin and he spent more energy willing himself to safely make it out of tricky encounters, more people he marked would die. One day, he used his Luck to save someone, and forgot to mark someone else for misfortune. This was his undoing. 

Cause of Death: Redirecting his good luck onto another person without marking a target for bad luck resulted in Adonis having the Worst luck in his life - an out of control, speeding vehicle came out of nowhere and crashed into him, breaking several bones, ribs included, resulting in enough internal bleeding to kill him before he could get proper medical care.

Powers in Hell: Adonis lost the power of good fortune at death, but he can still mark others for Bad Luck, which can make battling him without incident very difficult. 

Conjuration: Adonis can fabricate/manifest matter into thin air.

Teleportation: if Adonis passes behind a larger object that obscures his view even partially (ex: a street light) he can appear somewhere else within 120 feet. 

Transformation: Adonis is a shifter who can transform into a giant, bipedal Black Wolf with extreme strength, sight, and speed. He can assume the form of any stage of the transformation, except full Human. The closest to human he can get still gives him pointy black ears, a fluffy tail, and a small black nose, which gets him mistaken for a Black Cat. He leans into this, as he personally prefers cats to dogs, and it makes people underestimate his power. (He doesn’t like using his full wolf form unless absolutely necessary, however. Brute force is so unbecoming of him.)

Deal Maker: Adonis can make deals with sinners in exchange for their souls. However, he only has these souls on loan, as once he gathers 666 souls total, they will all be sent to The Gambler in exchange for Adonis's own soul. 

Boons: Adonis can give Boons to those he deals with, if they can convince him to include them in the terms of his deal. Adonis usually will only offer a one-time favor, but as a master of Shadow, he can offer boons such as minor supernatural powers, such as strength, speed, heightened senses, and other dark magicks by trading sinners supernatural, shadowy trinkets in exchange for their souls (which he can conjure out of shadow whenever he wants). The catch is that as soon as these items leave the user’s possession, they will disappear. This ensures that no one else gets a hold of Adonis’s power. 

Darkness Manipulation: Adonis can turn out lights at will, or shroud an area in magical darkness where only he and those Cursed by The Gambler can see inside. He can also shape darkness into weapons and minions to do his bidding. The minions look like 3-D shadows, shaped like other demons. He can manifest many little shadow demons to a handful of bigger shadow demons to one huge shadow demon. He believes these are the Shadows of Demons under the Gambler's employ. Adonis controls these Shadow Demons with a psychic link, but if he is knocked out, the link tethering the shadows is broken, and they will dissipate.

Shadow Demon Abilities: (depending on Shadow Demon Type) flight, shadow claws, supreme strength, agility, immunity to physical damage, shadow claws, energy beams, swimming, swarm/pack tactics, Necrotic damage from attacks, Quick Retreat/dodge, stretch, form change/manipulation, duplication, fusion, etc

Likes: his mother, Niffty, Mimzy, and Rosie (he is a ladies' man) black coffee, good luck charms, bringing "deserving" sinners misfortune,  tricking people into Deals, fine tailored suits, Classic Radio + his Radio Show, correctly guessing the culprit in mysteries, hiding information/keeping secrets, hot gossip, manipulating others, dancing, singing, being mysterious, being feared, spicy food, cats.

Dislikes:  Dogs, having bad luck, sweets, Husker, Rita, Susan, the Vees (and most other Overlords), tactless/classless people, Brutes + using brute force, getting his hands dirty, filth, bad smelly smells, sexual advances, television + modern technology, bland food, getting wet, feeling weak/powerless, crass humor, children.

Bonus Adonis dodging one of my Charlie's hugs (I'm still working on her design ///)

Thank you for reading!

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Emperor

(Twelfth Official Post)

(Duke’s name is Isaiah Hartfeld)

(This one might be a bit muddled, but I tried my best.)

(Emperor’s name is Adonis Margold)

(this one focuses on the Emperor, part two should focus on the Duke)

     The Duke, Isaiah Hartfeld, was well known for being a promiscuous womanizer and he often caused an uproar in society. Which is what prompted the Emperor to marry Isaiah off to someone that would whip him into shape, you. You were a well known person throughout all social circles, you were the head of you family and you didn’t let anyone push you around. Of course, when the emperor first proposed such an idea you immediately shut it down. You didn’t explain why, but you did say that nothing in this world would ever make you change your mind. So, he decides to offer you something out of this world, something only he can give you.

     The Emperor greets you as you enter the throne room, a sly smile on his tanned face. “Ah, Good Morrow, my dear friend, how are you this lovely evening?” He descends from his throne, his boots click against the marble floor. He holds a gloves hand out and waits for you the greet him, you reluctantly grab hold of his hand with one of your own gloved hands. (Gloves are very popular around here) You place a respectful kiss on his knuckles (which, of course, causes the Emperor to smile) and then let go of his hand (which causes the emperor’s smile to fall).

      “I am doing no better than any other day, why did you call me here, Your majesty?” You respond with an air of formality and familiarity. The Emperor frowns, finding your formality unnecessary. “Come now, my dear subject, formality is not necessary. We’re practically family!” He says with a grin on his face and wink of his eyes, you, however, are confused. But you just nod your head and let him say what he wants. He waits for your response, but his joy diminishes with each second of silence.

     He clears his throat and pats your shoulders. “I see you’re in no mood for small talk, so I suppose I should just get to the point.” He forces a smile on his face and places his hands on your shoulders, he chooses to ignore the way you lean away from him. “I’ve decided that you shall marry Duke Hartfeld.” Your eyes widen and you’re about to disagree when the Emperor interrupts you. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I already know what you’re about to say, but trust me, you do not want to reject this deal.” He leads you to a nearby chair, which seems to have been placed just for you, and sits you down. He kneels, on one knee, in front of you.  “Your majesty! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, finding his behavior strange. He brushes off your worries and continues speaking.

     “Listen, [Y/N], I know you aren’t from this country and I know you want to go home. So, if you marry the Duke and straighten him up, then I’ll take you home.” Your expression shifts from disbelief to doubt, how would the Emperor send you home, and how does he know you aren’t from here? Unless, by home, he means returning you to your country. Which would make more sense, because you were a prisoner of war when you first came to this country. Now, you’re a high ranking general and commanding an army, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. “What on Ilasatra do you mean?” (Ilasatra is the equivalent of earth in this world.) You ask him, a frown developing on your face.

    The Emperor smirks and brushes your hair back, then he stands up and begins to circle your chair. He stands behind you and leans his head down to whisper into your ears. “You know exactly what I mean.” He purrs, placing his hand on your shoulder and caressing it, which causes you to lean away from him. He touches you far too much, it makes you very uncomfortable. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t help the hope that claws its way to your heart. “You can send me home?” You mutter, turning to face him and your gaze catch his. There’s such a hopeful look in your eyes, he smirks, it amuses him and then his eyes are caught by your lips. Oh, how he wishes to love you, but you would be of better use whipping the Duke into shape. 

    He clears his throat and drags his gaze away from yours, he resumes his previous action of circling your chair. His hand trails down your arm and causes goose bumps on your skin (because you’re uncomfortable). “Yes, I could get you home, but only if you do something for me first.” His tone is quite mysterious, he seems to know something you don’t. “It will be worth it, I promise.”  His hand entangles itself with yours, you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go. 

     You contemplate his words, your brows furrowed and you wipe your hand on your coat (which, of course, causes him to chuckle). You hesitantly agree, knowing that making a deal with the emperor is a bad idea. “Very well then, Your Majesty, I trust you.” His heart flutters when you admit to trusting him, he didn’t know those words could have such a pleasant affect on him. He smiles and yanks you out of your chair, he then places both his hands on your shoulders. “That’s wonderful, [Y/N], I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He traps you in a tight hug, despite how uncomfortable it makes you (and it makes you very uncomfortable).

      You struggle somewhat to escape his grip, eventually giving up and letting him hold you as long as he wished. He sighs, his mind awash with loving images of you and him together. He knows it will never happen, but he surely can dream about it. You’re pretty sure he was sniffing your hair and that was your sign to escape the hug, so you stepped on his foot and then backed away from him. His pained groans are muffled by his hand and he tries not to scream, he forgot how sharp your boots were. “Ah, my dear, that was quite rude of you, but I’ll forgive you, just don’t do it again.” He warns you with a rather playful tone, even waggles his finger at you, but the threat is real. You frown and shuffle away from him. 

     He tsks and drags you back to him, although he does have to fight as you dig your heels into the marble flooring. “Come now, dear, I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know what I need from you?” His smile tightens as he struggles, he didn’t expect you to be so strong. He chuckles nervously, he even sweats a bit (which irritates him because he absolutely despises sweating). He lets go of you, causing you to stumble back yet you retain your balance. “Okay, you just stay there and I’ll explain the deal to you, alright?” You nod your head and he claps his hands together. His smile grows and his tone shifts from agitated to cheery. “Wonderful! My dear, do you know who Duke Hartfeld is?” You nod again, then verbally respond. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors about him.”

     Actually, you’ve heard many rumors, all of them attest to his hedonistic lifestyle. You don’t like him very much, you absolutely despise him. The Emperor smiles again, he smiles a lot, and walks towards you. “Great, I want you to marry him-“ You gasp in shock and then interrupt him, because there is no way in Natiscle (Natiscle is the equivalent of hell in this world.) that you’re going to marry that worthless wrench of a man. “Oh, like Natiscle I will marry that man! I wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on Ilasatra!” You exclaim loudly, the servants in the room startled by your behavior. The Emperor is amused by your response, he chuckles and feels himself growing fonder of you with each word that escapes your mouth.

     “Oh, Baiyases, (Baiyas is the equivalent of heaven in this world, so Baiyases is the equivalent of heavens.) now dear, you shouldn’t overreact. He really isn’t all that bad, if you ignore his faults and he won’t be any trouble if you smack him around a bit.” The Emperor does not like the Duke, at all, and neither do you. But you could never smack Duke Hartfeld around, he’s so weak and it’s not like he’s a criminal. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” She responds causing him to rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please [Y/N], you’ve dealt with far more reputable enemies than that old Duke.” You cringe when he mentions your past, as a general you’ve had to take down many people and you hate being reminded of that. Also, the Duke Isn’t that old, he’s actually younger than you. Which might explain his promiscuity, they say, that is the noble women say, that young man are very adventurous, and often have trouble committing to a relationship. 

     You sigh, a frown etching its way onto your face. You look away from the Emperor, which causes you to miss his frown, and then think about his offer. You don’t want to marry that wretched Duke, but the Emperor says he can send you home and you really do want to go home. You sigh again and massage your temple. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you’ll send me home right after. I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary.” You fold your hands together and tug at your gloves. The Emperor smiles once he hears you accept his request and he can’t help but hug you again. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear! All I need you to do is whip him into shape and then you can leave, okay?” 

      You nod, then wriggle your way out of his hold. This time the Emperor doesn’t frown, he seems happy to have heard you agree to his favor. “How long do I have to be married to him?” You ask, causing him to tilt his head and pretend to think. “Oh, perhaps two or three years. That’s not too long, is it?” You groan, just a week around that Duke is too much. You couldn’t fathom spending two years with him, let alone three. The Emperor chuckles upon seeing your disgusted face, he takes joy in knowing that you despise the Duke just as much as he does. “Is that alright, dear? Surely you could handle two, or three, years with the Duke? After all, you’re a very strong person, the Duke couldn’t be much worse than those on the battlefield, right?” 

     You frown again once the Emperor brings up your past, he sure likes to do that. You sigh, roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I can’t do two years, but I’ll do one year.” The Emperor tilts his head, amused and intrigued by your behavior. Not many nobles would have the gall to negotiate with the Emperor, that’s why your his favorite subject. “Hm, a year and half.” He says, which causes you to glare at him, then speak again. “No, one year and three months.” The Emperor exhales and his eyes narrow, he’s becoming irritated with your boldness. “A year and two weeks.” He responds, you consider his offer, then nod your head. “Fine, a year and two weeks, but no more.” He smiles, quite happy now that you’ve agreed with him. “Wonderful, oh, I can’t wait for the ceremony!” (Although, he would rather you marry him, but oh well, such is life) He claps his hands together and kisses your cheek, as a way to share his congratulations, but it just made you uncomfortable.

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Bonus Scenes:

You: “Do you really think me strong?” Not many nobles admire your strength, they believe you should fit into a certain mold, and it’s rather frustrating.

The Emperor: He places his hand son your shoulders, a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Why of course, darling! You are so very strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met..” He purrs, his hands trailing down your arms.

You: You puff out your chest upon hearing the Emperor compliment your strength. “Hmph, that’s right, I’m the strongest person around.” 

The Emperor: He chuckles, amused by your behavior. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, he’ll do anything if it means having you next to him.

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(Hope you enjoyed this fan fiction, this one was a bit longer than most of my other written works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment if you want more.)

(This is just part one, it focuses more on the Emperor than the Duke, but don’t worry the Duke will have his turn soon enough!)

(this took hours and days to make, mostly because I procrastinated, but at least it’s done. This is part one, part two will, hopefully, focus on the Duke.)

[queenofthedork]

[mspaintfeverdream]

LESBIAN JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥 🤖(she/her)🦋 🩼(they/them)🐁

[localceilingdevil]

slimerancher....

two of my ocs as ranchers up in the far, far range !!! they are best friends. donny cultivates honey slimes and the occasional puddle or two, whereas daf keeps mosaic slimes and other dangerous variants :]

[dreamtydraw]

and here we are day 5 of the olnf week by @olnfweek2024 !!

Today's theme : Comfort

I think nowhere on earth comfort can be felt more than in the embrace of a loving mother, Opale probably gives the best hugs...

[perotovar]

“Iron Maiden, huh?” They teased. “What, I don’t look like I listen to Iron Maiden?” Frankie smiled, a little of his confidence coming back now that River was here. All of the comfort and teasing was still there from their texts. River hummed thoughtfully, one ring-clad finger running over the side of Eddie’s face on Frankie’s torso. “I didn’t say that. Just thought it was an interesting choice,” they grinned, looking back up at him. Frankie blinked down at them, following their finger that had yet to leave. “Interesting?” he squeaked, swallowing around another lump in his throat. River chuckled and took their hand away, shaking their head in amusement. “Don’t worry about it. C’mon, you promised me a dance, remember?” — into the beat of the night (ch 2) "fear of the dark"

art of river/frankie commissioned by the insanely talented @lights-on-the-ridge !!!! thank you so much, reid, i couldn't be happier with this outcome 🥹

if you ever wanted to properly see river, and with their man, look no further friends, for i have been gifted a FEAST to share!!

and for those of you that haven't yet read their story, you can find it right here -> into the beat of the night (18+)

[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

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"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

[graveflowerss]

woahhh hi! the final and free day of mayview maidens im doing..... my ocs! Their names are Wakana (purple) and Adonis (andy. She hates the name adonis) (red)

Andy is the freespirited, shounen protag 17 yr old and Wakana is the strange 20 something lesbian she found washed up on the beach who doesn't remember who she is or where she came from. now theyre sisters! and nothing will go wrong.

assorted doodles of them under the cut

ueno is some other guy. dont worry about him

[sleepyfan-blog]

Adonis' Care

Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised On Terra AU. First. Previous. Next. Thank you to @kit-williams for allowing me to borrow Adonis! First. Previous. Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: None? Ask me to tag something if it bothers you

Summary: Adonis soothes his fussy charges during Naptime

Adonis sighed a little as he heard one of his charges crying in his crib, yet again. He had just left the Primarch's room in order to refresh himself and to eat something and had been gone for less than ten minutes. If he did not immediately return, more of the other infant generals would start to cry in sympathy and it really was for the best to simply nip that in the bud. Especially since at this time, it was currently Naptime, and if the other primarchs were awoken from their sleep it would take hours to calm and settle all of them down once again. 

Time was difficult to tell when one spent prolonged periods of time in this part of the imperial palace, as there were no windows that lead to the outside, no chronometers or other time keeping devices on the walls, and the hallways had been deliberately made with very minute changes to confuse any would-be intruders who had somehow managed to get this deep into the Imperial Palace. The primarchs were growing at a steady pace, with most of them having learned how to make small sounds that weren't crying. Sixteen had giggled the other day and Adonis had felt something in his hearts melt at the innocent sound. All four of his charges smiled up at him when he held them, and settled down once they were up in his arms.

Fourteen is the fussiest of the four of them, and had been suffering from colic in the evenings, but even he settled down once picked up and held close. One tiny thumb firmly placed in his mouth, as a tiny ear pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of Adonis' hearts. As an Aquilan Shield he interacted with baseline humanity much more frequently than many of the golden host in a positive and/or neutral manner, however that did not mean that he had much interaction with human children, especially infants as young as the primarchs. The week worth of childcare training had felt almost like a punishment at the time, boring and largely a repeating of completely understandable rules and things to watch out for.

Now, as he nearly stumbled into the primarchs' nursery, having spent maybe four hours asleep in the past seven days due to the crying of his charges - primarily Fourteen who did have an Apothecary visit scheduled later today... Which Adonis was not looking forward to. Of the four of them, Fourteen was the most introverted and did not like interacting with new people, becoming withdrawn and weepy whenever he realized that there was a new person near him.

And, given the fact that Fourteen showed signs of being one of the most powerful psykers among the primarchs (save for fifteen who had been purpose built to be a stable and powerful psyker) his budding warp abilities granted him the ability to sense either the minds, souls or emotional cores of the beings around him within a certain radius - a radius at which the Emperor was currently having tested. Of course, who knew how much his nascent psykery was or was not being affected by both the infant blank that lived and slept in the same room he did, but also the adult blank that was quite often in the primarchs' room, tending to his own charges. 

As he had expected, Fourteen was awake and crying, kicking his little feet back and forth, waving his clenched fists around his bassinet, having managed to throw his blanket off of himself in a display of strength that would be remarkable, were he a baseline human. 

Adonis sighed softly as he walked over to Fourteen, calling out to the little one as he picked him up "Easy... Easy now, little one. I've got you. You're safe, and your brothers are safe. There's no reason to cry. We're going to go to the medicae soon, in order to find out why you're crying so much. Hopefully they'll know how to fix it and your tummy will stop hurting or whatever is making you cry so much will stop." 

Fourteen's wails slowly stopped as golden eyes so similar to His peered into him. The infant sniffled a little before sighing, resting his head against Adonis' forearm, eyes closing again. 

Adonis chuckled softly, pulling out a tissue from one of his pockets and gently wiped away the tears from the little one's cheeks and chin. He lightly patted dry the onesie fourteen was wearing. "That's it... Go back to sleep little general. You're safe now." he rocked the infant slowly back and forth as Fourteen slowly settled down.

The Aquilian Shield waited until he was certain that Fourteen was soundly asleep before lowering him back into his bassinet slowly, so as to not wake him up. The infant primarch preferred to sleep in a caretaker's arms, but the Emperor insisted that coddling the primarchs like that was to weaken and soften the edges they would need to be successful generals. 

As the Emperor decreed, so Adonis would obey, even as long buried instincts wanted nothing more than to cuddle the precious infants in his care every moment he was allowed to do so. Fourteen continued to nap peacefully and Adonis turned, about to leave the room when he heard baby babbling from one of his other charges.

"Ahh... Ooooh... Ah! Aah!" Seventeen cooed, having somehow managed to flip himself onto his belly, despite the perfect swaddle that Adonis had put him into on the infant's back - it was safer for infants to sleep on their backs, then on their bellies for a number of reasons. 

"Hmmm? Did you say something, young one?" Adonis called out, smiling softly as he walked over to Seventeen's bassinet. "It's naptime, little one. You must be quiet, so as to not to wake your brothers." He pitched his voice low and soft, in the hopes of not waking up any of the others. Exhaustion sung in his bones, but he was a Custodes. A week with scant sleep was nothing to him. This was a trial he would be able to overcome with ease and grace.

Seventeen waved both of his tiny hands in Adonis' direction "Ah! Ahhh! Ah!" he vocalized.

"Do you want up? Did you see me holding your brother, and want to be held yourself?" The Aquilan Shield asked, the smile on his face widening a little, despite himself. 

"Ah! Ahh! Ah!" Seventeen's vocalizations were getting louder, and it was only a matter of time before he woke up one or more of the others, if he hadn't already.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming, little one. No need to be so demanding." Adonis rumbled, charmed despite himself. He carefully picked up Seventeen, making sure to support his head in the process. They'd recently been able to support their heads on their own, but habit was a tricky thing to break... Besides, he wanted to be careful with the infant generals while they were so vulnerable. While they theoretically could sustain more physical damage than a custodes and healed if given the proper amount of nutrition and their initial wounds properly cleaned... The last thing he wanted was to hurt them. It went against his orders as a caretaker and... The thought of raising a hand to hurt any of them made his skin crawl. 

Seventeen stopped cooing the moment he was resting against Adonis' chest, his breathing evening out into his normal sleep pattern, one tiny hand lightly curled into the cloth of Adonis' tunic.

If Adonis waited a couple of minutes longer than he strictly needed to, after Seventeen fell asleep, no one would know. He was the only caretaker in the Priamrchs' room and he knew for a fact that there were no security cameras in this room - it was too much of a risk for the enemies of mankind if they caught so much as a holopict of the infant primarchs outside of the stasis chambers that most of those in the know about the Primarch Project believed them to be. The forces of The Great Enemy were tirelessly and maliciously working to try and twist and corrupt all that they could - and would soon send an infiltration force in order to try and steal away the Primarchs from their father. From Terra.

Captain-General Valdor had several traps set in place for these would-be thieves and saboteurs. But should they manage to slip the net, or manage to get anywhere near the room where the Primarchs were being held, Adonis would fight until his dying breath to keep his charges safe and free from their tainted clutches. He was absolutely certain he wasn't the only one of the caretakers to feel that way.

Twelve woke abruptly and began to sob, briefly startling Adonis. The Custodian swiftly made his way over to the empathic baby Primarch, murmuring "Easy... Easy little one. You're alright. You're safe. It's okay... No need to cry.... No tears need be shed. I just felt a little too protective for a moment there. I'm sorry for waking you up, little star." He had forced his emotions back into a semblance of calm as he picked up the infant primarch, as if he didn't while he was holding onto Twelve, it would not matter how he rocked or shushed the infant primarch. He would scream and wail, feeling the emotions of the one touching him. 

Twelve snuffled and whimpered for several minutes before settling back into sleep, yawning adorably as he did so.

Adonis did not fight his responding yawn, exhaustion singing deeper into his bones. The chairs were comfortable in this room... And Twelve would be secure enough in his arms, even sleeping...

Another yawn left the Aquilan Shield as he shuffled over to the nearest chair, sitting down in it heavily, eyes closing as he rearranged how he was holding Twelve to make sure that the little one would be safe as they both slept, as sleep took him. 

[vulturesrottencorpse]

hey so I fucking. Locked in. Except I have a bunch of owed art to do and I’m WASTING TIME on this stupid dragon BULLSHIT but it’s okay, I love him.