Hallo! Hi! I'm kind of new on posting here on Tumblr, so excuse whatever stupid things I do
I'll be posting a lot of stuff here, except that mostly includes reblogs surrounding Demiurge or any other character from the Overlord Anime (excluding any other absolutely random ones)!
If I do post, it'll definitely be a fanfic or obsession about Demiurge or a Overlord Anime character :D
Overlord Iruma-Kun - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1602086928-overlord-iruma-kun-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=jurassicdinodrew This here is an Isekai crossover between Overlord & Welcome To Demon School Iruma-Kun, I hope you’ll all like this. Story rating PG
It's been a long time since I've posted an original post... T^T
Well, let's hope I can fix that with a short Demiurge fic, and celebrate today's year!! (Which is awfully self-indulgent, having my name in it because my persona has the exact name... 😭)
Have fun reading my very dumb thing <3
Alluring Drink
Word Count: 1,837
Rating: Half NSFT
Warnings?: None (at least, to what I can gouge out from it... Unless poorly written is a warning)
Pairing: Demiurge/Author's Persona
Author's Note: After reading this myself, the true allure is the fact that I want to try out the aforementioned drink. but I'm too scared to order one :']
The roar of the crowd from that section of the bar was loud. Incredibly loud that the piano and that female singer from the stage could hopelessly wish to cover it all up for those who chose to tune in to their own noise.
Sinistra, however, was perhaps one of the few to tuned in to the cheers coming to and fro from the bar, only diminishing her attention once the security involved themselves into that small section of the bar.
"It seems lively there, ain't it…" Sinistra breaks her stale face into an innocent smile as she twists her head on the back of her hand, lips that lie in contrast to her true appearance, which was clad in a glittery black dress with brown hair woven into a dirty waterfall-like style.
Demiurge, on the other side of the table, sweaty from being nervous as obvious from patting his forehead and the like around his suit-donned upper torso with his handkerchief.
"Yes, albeit it's especially loud, even reaching to this desolate corner of the club." Demiurge hummed gravely from deep within his throat with strums of his emotional nerves.
"I will admit it is noise," Sinistra tittered before staring straight at Demiurge, which the latter refused to meet, as she got up and circled the table 'till her hand met his. "But does your curiosity not peak to consider the causation of the noise?"
Sinistra enlarged her smile into an playful smirk.
Demiurge, watching the smirk transform in real time, coughs into his gently balled fist. "I will not deny such, but I do not seek to—"
"Then, why dilly-dally?" Sinistra grabs onto Demiurge's wrist and pulls him up his cushioned seat, following the moment of the two lovebirds moving side by side to the bar that was momentarily noisy from earlier ago. "I'm certain that whatever these clique of people are doing, it's bound to be fun."
Demiurge turns his head to Sinistra, seemingly staring at her as obvious as it is despite the mask that obscures his line of "sight." It also seemed like he was about to speak of something, but the time frame for that was gone upon the two reaching the aforementioned bar.
"Chug that blowjob down!"
"Let me have another blowjob—"
"God, I think I actually would need an actual blowjob after watching this!"
At least fifty of those alike comments surrounded Sinistra and Demiurge by an earshot.
"Ah… They're doing that tradition with blowjob shots." Demiurge spoke out the stolen words from Sinistra's open mouth, which fluttered for a bit without voice before she finally could speak.
"The one where one places their hands against their back and drink the shot hands-free, right?" "On the nose, yes."
Sinistra, still dragging Demiurge by the wrist, made way through the crowd and furniture to see the main focus, where they found a woman on her knees, hands against her back, drinking a blowjob shot near the crotch of the another woman that seems to be her friend—perhaps more than a friend, if the homosexuality wasn't already present.
"That's very… interesting. Now I get the hype moments ago; we should've joined the moment it started." Sinistra elbowed gently at Demiurge, who unsurprisingly didn't budge due to the gap in strength.
"Well," Demiurge started,
"Well, ya can still join in, you honeybuns!" Then a gorgeous chubby woman added on to Demiurge's one-word sentence as she walked up to the two. "Do you both lil' birds want to take part? You do seem awfully interested!"
"My partner here is interested, although, I doubt we can participate." Demiurge brought his hand to the mask to fixate it back tightly. His voice was calm and soothing, though it was a shame that his voice was overlayered with cheers and chants from another duo attempting the tradition with another blowjob shot.
"Ya sure? The face on your belovéd partner says the opposite, honeybun." The unnamed woman pointed out Sinistra's eagerness shown by watching the male assistant standing in front of the kneeling drunk woman raise the glass so quickly that the shot itself barely overflowed onto her face.
Demiurge's mouth went slack for a moment, creating a small slit opening to his fanged teeth as he stared at Sinistra looking at them. He eventually succumbed to looking at what his love has been, before he focuses back to the woman; with Sinistra too, by gently cusping her chin and rotating to the same direction.
"Consider us interested. I'll pay for the shot." Demiurge huffed, with what seemed to be reluctance and curiosity, to what Sinistra could see.
"You always insist to pay. How about I?" Sinistra offers instead, where Demiurge tried to rebel the choice, though his lover pressed a finger to his lips.
In response, the woman adjusts the cloth upon her bosom and snickers. "You can figure out who will pay; you're nearly up next. C'mon." The woman twirls her wrist for the two to follow her, and in acquiescence, the duo follow her off to the bar.
T'was a short walk, and so what happened was that the woman clad in a long, high-slit dress ordered another---to her words, verbatim---blowjob shot for Demiurge and Sinistra. While they waited, the woman gently pushed the two to sit down with her on the high stools.
"Ah, we haven't ask for your name, ma'am." Sinistra rested her elbows on the counter with eyes already averting to the scene that was surrounded by many. But by the incoming sound of the woman's voice, her attention backed off and on to her.
"My name is Wyen, or you can say Wyn." The woman met Sinistra's gaze, a small but hopeful light that seems to be the bar lights reflecting into her eyes and now Sinistra's.
The latter copied Wyen's smile. "I'll call you Wyn, but they essentially sound the same thing. What's the difference?" Demiurge, now patting the sweat off himself and wanting to engage in this conversation, nodded in the same question.
"W, y, e, n, then the other one is w, y, and n. See the difference now, honeybun?"
"Mhm. Thank you, Wyn." Sinistra then gazes over to the blowjob shot already in hand of the bartender, which was going to Wyn.
Sinistra reached for her wallet kept in her dress pocket, unsheathed the crisp green dollars that had tiny folds within them and stretched it to the bartender within and under a minute, yet Demiurge beat her to the payment by moving in seconds, handing the dollars between his index and middle finger.
"At least let me partake in paying…" Sinistra pouts, to which Demiurge notices late after the bartender takes his payment and Wyn now held the blowjob shot specially for them.
"You've provided me enough, it's time that I provide for you." Demiurge said.
Sinistra stared at Demiurge, giving an evil eye to him before clicking her tongue and moving her head away.
Wyn, holding the blowjob shot in one hand and covering her mouth in the other, giggled rather sardonically as she viewed the shenanigans in front of her. "What a romantic sitcom… But I'm sad to break it, as the party almost looks bored already… Let's hurry---chop chop!" Wyn glided over to the two after moving down from her high stool, patted Sinistra on the head, and beelined to the ring of people.
Demiurge and Sinistra get off from their high stools as well, following after the frame of the well-adorned woman.
"So, we walk into the-?" Demiurge pointed at the middle, before Wyn pushes him and Sinistra to the middle. "Good luck out there, honeybuns!" She wished good luck and left the blowjob shot in Demiurge's hands (when and how did he have the drink in hand already…?). The ring began to heighten their noise and curiosity, finding the new faces intriguing.
"Hm~" Sinistra hums as Demiurge uncharacteristically coughs, before gasping without sound as her lover grabs a vacant chair and sits down on it---with wide legs on either side.
The ring was enthusiastic to see this development as couples of people began cheering, shouting, and gasping. Others wondered if they were about to see a real blowjob take place, and it was no use displeasing them and more so complying with their thoughts as Sinistra settled and kneeled down between Demiurge's svelte legs that thickened upon the supple thighs.
In another wave of preparation, Sinistra lowered herself down until her bottom squished with her dress splayed out on the wooden floor, reflectively clean that was the opposite of the messes around the tables and chairs. Her legs, decently spaced out as her knees allowed her large calves to sit and stretch at her sides, following her arms that pressed against the small of her back in invisible cuffs.
"Demiurge… care to give me the drink?" Sinistra's breath was unusually sultry; her eyes accompanying a perking smile. Demiurge obliged with his hand covering his wavering grin and the hand with the shot positioning the glossy glass to press against her pink lips and the tip of her tongue, now coating the upper lip with a thin sheet of off-white cream as Sinistra and the drink tilted in union.
Drinking down the whip cream that tasted nothing other than the amaretto and the irish cream that overpowered it, Sinistra kept staring with slitted eyes to Demiurge's eyes as she moved herself and the drink closer to his groin---the chin almost grazing against the slow rise, however the latter couldn't bare the sight and rarely returned the gesture as his gloved hand continued tilting the drink.
But Demiurge was inconsistent with his service, more than not giving Sinistra more of the drink to gulp it down than what she can. "Mmhff." Sinistra gulped down the last overwhelming wave of the shot before moving a hand from her back to the thigh in front of her, and squeezing down that supple flesh.
Demiurge brought down his eyes, finally having courage to stare down at what was in front of him. He corrected himself upon the multiple squeezes Sinistra gave to his thigh, until very drop of the shot was down the throat and into the stomach. With this peculiar blowjob done, the glass was gently pulled away from the open mouth, and to remove the thin sheet upon her upper lip, her tongue made its way to wipe it from left to right.
"That was fun." Demiurge's lover would say, albeit now lost upon the resurgence (that was always there) of the crowd's cheers around them. Sinistra helped herself up and wiped unnoticeable sweat on her chin while Demiurge moved off the chair.
Sinistra hummed as she moved away from the crowd that called her and her lover cool or with what slang that was the equivalent of "cool" and she relished with it. Though…
Demiurge pressed up against Sinistra, a hand covering a side of his sweaty face as he leaned over her shoulder. "…I believe your teasing should be punished for that."
Hello, y'all. As a bitch who loves themself some data (and also have recently been told that my idea of a "normal" amount of words might be slightly skewed), I'm so curious to know:
How many words did you write on ao3 this year?
0-50k words
50k-100k words
100k-250k words
250k-500k words
500k-750k words
750k-1 million words
1 million+ words
Voting ended onDec 27, 2025
PLEASE feel free to reblog to increase sample size- I would really love to know the spread of people's word counts!
Status update: Everything beyond writing has and is still kicking me in the ass throughout the months and I'm struggling to get a single word into my work, esp. the fic that I'm supposed to post to celebrate my first ever fic on AO3...
I'm going to go on a hiatus until December 21, since that's when my holiday starts. Let's hope I get the motivation to write and finish the WIPs I have when I do survive😭
