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sixtysixsixtysixes · 3 months
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short fictions - at west egg (house venue in Pittsburgh) 8/25/23
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nyxs-sins · 3 months
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Obey Me Short Fictions (Part 1)
Ceraunophile
Summary: It’s the first time MC sees a thunderstorm in the Devildom, and they wanna go check it out! Paring: GN!MC x Leviathan Warnings: Thunderstorms and fluff!
Leviathan’s Final Form
Summary: MC sees Levi in his final form for the first time. Pairing: GN!MC x Leviathan Warnings: None
Proposal
Summary: It’s late at night and MC wants to get married. Pairing: F!MC x Lord Diavolo Warnings: None
Clothes Shopping Mayhem
Summary: MC needs new clothes but hates shopping. How can Mammon and Asmo help them have fun in such a mundane and anxiety-inducing task? Pairing: Mammon x MC x Asmo (Platonically or Romantically, up to you.) Warnings: None
Guardian Angel
Summary: Simeon is MC’s Guardian Angel, how do things play out between them? Pairing: Simeon x F!MC Warnings: Slight angst at the end.
Bittersweet
Summary: Satan has always known he is nothing more than a replacement for Lilith. But how does he feel when you replace him as Lilith’s replacement? Pairing: Satan x YOU Warnings: Angst/Comfort
The Tsundere Way
Summary: MC doesn’t understand Mammon’s tsundere tendencies. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC Warnings: Yelling, arguing, angst.
Everyday Life
Summary: Diavolo remanences about like with MC. Pairing: Diavolo x GN!MC Warnings: None
Cookie Cup
Summary: It’s Beel’s turn to catch MC in the kitchen after hours. Pairing: Beelzebub x GN!MC Warnings: None
Counting Cards
Summary: Mammon teaches MC how to count cards. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC Warnings: None
Rumors
Summary: For the MC Monday Prompt 13. Pairing: Mammon x Nyx Warnings: Minor Panic Attack
For Your Special Day
Summary: Mammon wants to do something special for your upcoming birthday. What could he have in store? Pairing: Mammon x Reader Warnings: Slight Angst, SURPRISE
Punishing Belphie
Summary: Prompt - “Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No you’re going to hit me!” Pairing: Angel!Belphie x Angel!Reader Warnings: Angst, Physical Abuse
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tuuneoftheday · 6 months
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Short Fictions - Wasting
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Anyone going to this on Saturday?
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strangelittlestories · 4 months
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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.
Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.
The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.
Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.
This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.
"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.
"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.
This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.
Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.
"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."
And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.
Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.
Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.
On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.
As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.
Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.
She always had been a wizard with silk.
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punkrockmixtapes · 6 months
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Listen/purchase: To Loved Ones Lost in Pursuit of Foolish Passions by Short Fictions
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reidiot · 10 months
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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude
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”oh so how did you get into writing?-“ no, writing got into me. Actually it infiltrated my brain, starting with the slow takeover of my room with books to the extremely fast claiming of my notes app and now there’s no way to stop it and no way for me to stop.
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mthollowell-writes · 10 months
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A Gurgle in the Pipes 
The fifth circle of hell was a “HALF OFF ON EVERYTHING” holiday weekend sale day and its sufferers were the staff. 
You couldn’t tell Tommie any different. She just couldn’t figure out what sin she committed other than being working class and desperate. 
After enduring 8 hours of arguing with people who couldn’t read signs and the declarations of mistreatment by customers who waited a minute too long in the checkout lines, she was tired. Bone tired. And all she wanted was a few minutes to herself in a bathroom stall for quiet.
But even here, the air perfumed with acts of dubious achievement, something wicked this way comes. 
It started as a hiss, then a gurgle. Tommie pressed her ears against the wall tile, hearing the pipes shake, then sputter. 
And then the world exploded in a gush of water and tears.
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adamparrishdyke · 10 months
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first short fictions release since 2019!!!!
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sixtysixsixtysixes · 1 year
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short fictions
pittsburgh based emo band, going on tour in the UK this summer
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tuuneoftheday · 2 years
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Short Fictions - To Leave Forever or Die Alone in South Oakland
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 1 month
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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.
Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.
The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--
When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.
The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--
So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...
And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.
There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.
And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.
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letmusicspeaks · 1 year
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shockedemojiatsv · 28 days
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▪︎■☆ молоко 🥛 ☆■▪︎
(Translation: Milk)
Part 1, Part 2
☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞
☆ amab! Switch! Francis Mosses / gn! Switch! Reader
☆ Reader can have either amab genitalia or a strap
☆ soft sex
☆ implied Russian speaking Francis
☆ short
☆ a little bit of a twist in the end
☆ author has played Not My Neighbor
°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°
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Francis was usually a laid back person who had a hard time showing any physical reactions to his feelings (not out of being stoic, usually he's just a little too tired to smile when he's happy or scream when he's scared). He wasn't one to smile all the time, but he showed his affection through other means. Like walking behind your back and kissing the nape of your neck and whispering "Золотце" (darling) behind your ear.
Or offering you some of his milk from work that his job wasn't able to sell so that you both could make something together or eat cereal together. There are a lot of doppelgangers everyday, everywhere, so he really cares about you. Even when he's usually too tired to express it with his face, he'll do so with his actions.
D.D.D. Is a pretty strict, so you and him made it an effort to always do everything required. If he forgot his hat at home he'd have a spare at work. You'd both work on your entry requests and always keep your ID's with you and to try to make an effort to always add your names on the list. Even if there would be an emergency at work. Just some extra measures to ease his anxiousness. And yours.
Other than that, being with him is always sweet. Like a warm mug of milk on a cold day. Steaming and keeping you warm.
Not to mentioned the sex with him. God. There's something about him and sex that makes you glad he's yours and yours alone.
His fingers are long. Not that thick, but he knew how to use them. Keenly observing your reactions within each prod as his digits brushed against a bundle of nerves that has you clutching his neck tight and holding him closer to you as he whispers "Куколка (dolly)... mmm... look at you"
He's not as verbal but he certainly has a smile on his face when he pleasures you and gives you what you want. Stroking and rubbing st your junk, it's wet. Thanks to him latching his mouth on the organ so that you could cum a couple times beforehand. He just wants to make you happy not gonna lie.
Oh, but sometimes he'll end up being a little too tired from work and not have the stamina to move at all. Not to worry! He'll be your pillow princess for the night. He loves those nights. You'll kiss his forehead softly whilst you thrust inside of him. A slow, passionate pace. You're slowly rearranging his guts while he holds the sheets so tight you'll fear they might rip in the morning.
He's a hummer. He'll hum and murmur stupid when he's fucking you. Or when you're fucking him. Phrases like "mmm... oh... З-Золотце... mmmmnnn..."
He can't help it! Even if he tried. He got shy about it actually but when you do engaged in sex more he felt like comfortable doing it. Honestly it's adorable.
Especially when he's giving oral. He's humming and drunk on the taste of you and he's always humming and moaning softly as you use him, and it feels so good. The added stimulation is so goddamn heavenly. And he's always good. He'd never tease and he never uses his teeth. He doesn't mind though if you do it. He's flexible with your desires. As long as if it isn't extreme or legitimately disgusting.
You love him so much and he loves you too and the entire building definitely knows.
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So when he comes home with an odd demeanor. As if he's forgotten everything you two shared previously, as if hes a totally different person, you'll only have yourself to save before it's too late.
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punkrockmixtapes · 7 months
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Short Fictions - Heather
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