#nycto writes

[x-x-nyctophilia-writes-x-x]

Sleep

Miguel O'Hara x Reader 

Summary: He didn't even know how it happened. He just found you lying there.

(Gender neutral reader, no gendered pronouns, no bodily descriptions)

Angst 

Warnings: Death, emotional breakdown

“Mi vida? ”

Miguel saw you lying on the concrete. Slowly, he sank to his knees, gently lifting and cradling you.

“... Mi vida?” He whispers again, voice shaking, full of quiet disbelief. 

You looked like you were sleeping. The peaceful look on your face made his stomach churn.

You looked like you were sleeping. But you weren't breathing. You had no pulse.

You looked like you were sleeping, but your body heat was slipping away. 

He just stared at you, wide eyed and sorrowful. He knew you were dead. He knew that, but you looked like you were sleeping, you looked like if he just held you a little longer or shook you a little you could-

“Wake up.”

His voice was quiet still, hoarse. 

“Wake up,” he said, a little louder, shifting his hold on you slight to stroke your cheek.

“Wake up,” he pleaded, growing desperate, shaking you.

“Wake up... Wake up! Wake up! ” He held you close, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” He couldn't tell if he was whispering or screaming, or if the words were making through his mouth at all, all he knew was that he wanted you to-

“Wake up! Wake! Up!”

He needed you to-

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

He couldn't tell if he was still saying it to you, or to himself, trying to rouse himself from a terrible nightmare.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! ”

…

His breathing was shallow and ragged. His face was still hidden, pressed up against you. He didn't know how long he'd been there, holding you. He was hurting so much. He was so tired. Too tired.

He couldn't feel you anymore, even right there in his arms. His eyes went dim as his body went numb from the inside out.

He layed you down again, gently.

He didn't look at your face.

He stood, slowly, and donned his mask again.

He swung away, and left you there to sleep.

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A/n: Okay, so I don't know what the fuck came over me. One minute, I'm lying in bed, sleep deprived in the early early morning. And the next, I'm bolting upright and grabbing for my phone to open a word document. I've never really written angst, or even been all that interested in writing it, but once I started typing this I just couldn't stop. Lol I didn't expect my first published Miguel fic to be angst, or for my first angst fic to be Miguel.

What I do know is that this draws from some of the thoughts and feelings I experienced the first time I attended a funeral. I know a newly dead body, especially of someone who presumably died in some kind of accident or attack, would likely look nothing like a corpse that's been fully prepped for an open casket, but I didn't choose this oneshot, this oneshot chose me. All I did was let the story flow through me, transcribing the words whispered to me from the aether lol.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x reader #fanfic #nycto writes

[nyctolight]

private night

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★ — summary: a relaxing trip to a private hot springs turns sexual.

★ — pairing: itto x reader

★ — tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + no pronouns, established relationship, unprotected, belly bulge, strong language, teasing, begging, biting, marking, light horn play, pet names (baby, sweetie).

★ — words: 2k

After the pleasurable morning you had with Itto, the two of you made plans to spend tonight at a private hot springs. Thankfully, the day went by in a quick blur where you spent most of the time thinking about the morning you had with Itto and how badly you wanted him again tonight in the same way—and now was your opportunity. The two of you were resting together, cuddling in each other’s arms, not having to worry about anyone’s intrusion while you two soaked in the hot water. You glance over at him, a small smile on your lips. He had his eyes closed and was letting the heated water loosen his muscles. Your gaze falls from his face to his arms which held you tightly this morning, then down to his chest, recalling his quick breaths when he moaned, and his abs, mesmerized by how the water made them glisten under the lights surrounding the hot springs. You swore his muscles somehow looked even better and larger at night, especially all wet and—

“Like what you see?��

Your eyes widen upon realizing you had been staring for quite a while and hadn’t noticed that he had opened his eyes. You pull your knees together before muttering brazenly, “I do. But I can’t see it all, in fact, one of the parts I love is hidden under the water.”

“Damn, you already want me again? This morning wasn’t enough for ‘ya?” his tone drips with delight as he offers you his hand, “C’mere,” he says, grinning as you take his hand. He pulls you into his lap as the water sloshes from your movements. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself while your legs curled underneath you, sitting on top of his thighs. He looks down at you with a mixture of love and lust.

Wasting little time, his hands grasp your face, bringing your lips to his in an intense kiss. His tongue pushes against your closed mouth, and you open obediently, letting him greedily get a taste of you as his hands fall from your face to trace your figure. While his tongue makes claim to your mouth, his hands make claim to your body, feeling every little callous that decorates his palms and fingers. He stops at your breasts, cupping them with his hands as he breaks the kiss to mutter against your parted lips, “So perfect, as always.” You preen under his words, any hints of self-consciousness vanishing from his praise alone. Now finished massaging your breasts, one of his hands falls between your legs while the other takes your nipple between his index finger and thumb, careful not to scratch you with his long dark nails as he twists and pulls gently, enamored by the sounds he could bring out of you. Still playing with your nipple, his other hand begins to thumb over your clit as you wiggle underneath his touch. He leans close to your face, nibbling at the curve of your jaw before reminding you with breathy words, “You can move, y’know? I know you were checking me out with your eyes, but if you wanna actually feel the Itto bod, then go ahead, baby.”

Shakily, your hands slip from his shoulders and down his arms, pleased that you get to touch the muscles you were eyeing earlier. You squeeze his tight biceps, following his red tattoos up his shoulders and down his chest, stopping to take the chance to grip, feel, and squeeze both his pecs. He mimics your movements, squeezing both your nipple and clit, a little chuckle escaping him as you gasp from the feeling. “You like my chest as much as I like yours, huh?” he asks with a happy grin on his face.

“Mmmhm,” you reply with a soft moan before swirling your fingers around his nipples in a circular motion. Finally, once you were done playing with his chest, you ran your hands down his abs, slowly tracing the outlines of each one before dipping under the water to his strong thighs. You take a hold of the base of his large cock, making note of how it felt near the same size as his bicep. His cock throbs as a needy whimper escapes him and he pushes his hips forward, thrusting into your hands. You trace upward along the shaft, feeling the subtle ridges that protruded from the center before circling the tip where thick, sticky precum had already started leaking and mixing into the hot springs. You feel him thrust against your hands again, his lip now trembling, and you feel pleasure in the form of a growing heat—like wildfire, spreading across your body from your lower abdomen from just rubbing the length of his leaking cock and imagining it inside of you.

While he plays with your clit, you continue to tease his length, until he’s full-on thrusting into your hands, unable to control his hips, panting at your mere touch. “Baby, fuck, baby I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside you. Now.” Before you can respond, he moves you with ease so that your back was now against the stone wall. You parted your legs instinctively, resting them around his waist. “Your pussy’s already dripping for me, and the water will let me slip right in y’know?” he says with a wink, his cock already rubbing against your slit, craving to enter, “Ready to be stuffed again? Want it? Ask for it—ask for me to fuck you, lemme hear you beg for it.”

“Please Itto,” you whine while reaching down, pulling your pussy lips open for his viewing pleasure, “I want to feel you inside me already!”

“That’s good but,” he says while smacking his cock against your open lips, making you squirm, “I think you can do better.”

“P-please,” your voice shakes as you speak, desperate at this point to show him how badly you wanted him, “after this morning… I-I’ve been thinking about this all day long, how I felt so empty without you in me. All I wanted was to ride you all day long instead of doing anything else! Please, use me to get off and pump me full until my belly’s about to burst so I won’t be empty again!”

Itto shakes his head, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Just… wow. Alright, alright, lemme give you your reward.” Your hips wiggle impatiently as he aligns himself to your entrance, unable to wait any longer. And he had no more patience left, ready to fuck you until you cried his name. He rubs his cock against your slit, making sure his tip rolls your clit around, coating it with a little bit of precum before aligning himself with your entrance. Your nails claw into his shoulders as he presses his tip into your hole, a low groan escaping him as you suck his tip in with no hesitation. You whine upon feeling the ridges rub against your walls as he slowly pushes inside of you, the increasing stretch causing hot tears to roll down your cheeks while he mutters curses under his breath upon seeing your face twist in ecstasy.

“Itto put it all in, I want—no—need it, keep going, keep…” Your demands turn into little mewls that his ears can’t get enough of. Doing as you said, he presses himself balls-deep within you in one quick motion, no longer able to keep up the slow pace without losing his mind. You buck your hips, letting out a scream as he groans in unison. It hurts so damn good, almost too good, and you wonder if you’re going to finish before he even begins. But you don’t have long to think before he begins pounding your tight little hole without giving you time to adjust, searching for your G-spot so that he can slam into it without mercy.

“Shit, your pussy’s gripping onto my dick, practically beggin’ for it to make you cum!” He makes sure to pull almost out entirely before thrusting back in at an intense speed, wanting to make sure you continue to feel his girth with every thrust so that your walls stretch to his size perfectly. Your pussy only tightens upon feeling him press his tip into your sweet spot, your toes curling and your voice cracking into a loud moan to let him know he had found it.

“Holy—you’re so deep!” you cry out, shutting your eyes tightly while holding onto his shoulders for dear life else you worried that you’d lose your senses entirely.

“What’cha say? Speak up, I can’t hear you over your pussy screaming for more!” he laughs, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each thrust, the sounds of splashing water being drowned out by your screams and his low groans and breathy laughter. You feel his thrusts begin to slow down from the intense pace that he had set, “Or should I stop so I can hear ‘ya?”

“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop now or else!” you shout louder than you meant to, your hips trying to press against his cock to keep the friction. His response was a combined chuckle and moan, enjoying you writhing underneath him while begging for him to continue.

“As you wish, sweetie.” His hips slam up to meet your own, scrambling to pick the tempo back up once again. One of his hands leaves your waist to pat your lower abdomen, his nails scraping the skin slightly. “I’m gonna fill you up so much that your stomach will be full for weeks; make sure your hungry little cunt takes all my seed for me, ‘kay?” His hand then slips down to your clit, flicking the pink and puffy bean in time with his thrusts, watching with pleasure as you cuss underneath your breath.

He leans down, his hot breath and fangs pressing against your neck as he whispers, “Hey beautiful,” his voice, so warm and caring, almost made you feel like you were in bed just waking up and not being pounded into without pause, “lemme leave some marks so everyone who looks at you knows you’re Arataki Itto’s.” He runs his rough tongue across your neck while you nod wildly, thinking to yourself how fucking hot that sounded before feeling the sink of his teeth into the side of your neck. You let out a feverish groan along with Itto’s name, something that only causes him to bite down harder. A shiver runs down your spine as you wonder just how high you can get before reaching your limit—you were close to it, anyway, especially upon feeling his tongue drag across the side of your neck, writing his name around his teeth still in the side of your neck.

Relinquishing his grip now that his teeth marked his territory, he kisses and laps at the wound he left, his fangs now rubbing against you with every thrust. You decide to adjust your grip, letting go of his shoulders and leaving behind red scratch marks that would be seen for a while. Your fingers then tangle into his white hair, holding on tightly, while your other hand takes hold of one of his red horns. He lets out a low, animalistic growl against your neck, rutting against you with short yet deep thrusts. You quickly notice the difference in attitude upon touching his horns—words escape him as he begins thinking with his cock alone, the only sounds now coming from the oni were growls that made your pussy shudder—and, letting go of his hair, you begin rubbing both his horns, his eyes practically blanking from your actions and his cock throbbing within you. Your nails drag across his horns, scratching them slightly as his thrusts become sloppier than before, almost out-of-sync, and his moans were low, deep growls at this point. You flick the tip of one of his horns while rubbing the other, your body trembling upon feeling his cock ache within you, at the cusp of release, as were you—so close, so so close, a mixture of tingling electricity and melting heat that you just can’t take any longer.

Your voice quivers, pleasure dripping from your tone, “Itto, Itto I can’t—Itto, cum for me, cum for me, I need it—fuck, I need it so bad!” You take hold of both his horns in a tight grip, your legs squeezing around his torso upon feeling his release pour thick stands of his seed into your used pussy. You orgasm alongside him, your pussy pulsating around his length, the combined liquids proving to be too much as it begins to leak from your hole and onto his own balls before seeping into the water. The euphoria that falls over you leaves your vision fuzzy, the overstimulation of your walls making you feel every drop that he shoots, a noticeable bulge growing the more he pumps within you. Your hands shake before letting go, any strength you had zapped after your mind-shattering orgasm—but he catches you before you slip into the water, holding you against the stone wall and his body, pumping the last few drops within you with a growl while looking at your exhausted body with pride.

“So. Damn. Perfect.”

#itto x reader #genshin x reader #itto x gn reader #genshin imagines #arataki itto #itto #genshin impact #nycto writes #nycto reqs #spicynyght #series; genshin impact

[feyhunter78]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Oooooo omg this is hardddd😭 (thank you for tagging me Nycto🥰🥰)

Ok in no particular order, I love them all so so much:

1.) The Dowager Queen (my masterpiece, I’m pouring my soul into this one)

2.) Targaryen Inc (my first really big fic, I had so much fun writing this)

3.) Pink Pastels (my newest baby, what drew a bunch of my new readers here🥰)

4.) The Object of All His Desires (UGH ELROND + BRIDGERTON)

5.) Dearer Than I (I know the actor has had some controversies recently but I still love the character and the way I wrote the dialogue in this one)

(Also The Despair of A Dragon’s Wife always has my heart😭)

#meg talks #meg's writing #mail time #meg talks with nycto

[nyctolovian]

Writing fanfic is like: This is an ode to my favourite character. I'm breaking you down so I can build you up again. You may not get a happy ending but you are loved. No matter how much of a background character you are, I still love you and think about you. You may be broken or even reprehensible but you will always be valued.

Writing original short stories is like: This is a metaphor for how I'm an unlovable monster.

#nycto talks #writing #anyone else? or just me?

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Made a PJO OC.

Keep in mind that I've only read the first five books, but I do NOT care about spoilers, you can spoil whatever lol.

Anywho, transcript:

Twyla Nycto!

Always has lucid dreams.

Daydreams a lot.

Mischievous, manipulative. But well mannered, gentle, and charming.

Has a thing for writing.

Likes staying up all night.

Scoliosis, uses cane to help walk.

LOVES moths.

Also likes sleepovers.

Afraid of animals that aren't bugs.

Polyamorous, Moon lesbian.

Okay with Fem, neutral + Neo pronouns.

Speaks formally.

Lantern necklace slightly lights up.

Other info I came up with:

Child of Nyx, Goddess of night And darkness.

Likes to gossip about others, tends to keep friends secrets.

Fatal flaw: Untruthfulness.

Hair is cut short, save for the back that's long, put into bubble braid as seen here.

Hates orange.

Favourite food: Dark chocolate.

(I SEARCHED FOR EVER TO FIND A FITTING TERM): Gender - Fiaspec.

And I think every OC needs to have that one thing that, they're just super knowledgeable about. For Twyla, it's moths.

#pjo #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo oc #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #Oc #original character #My art #Art #Lgbtq #I just made her super female lol #Fiaspec #Feminine gender #moon lesbians #Twyla Nycto #Nyx #Moths #Cane user OC #YES I know I drew a bad cane I've used one before #It was rushed lol

[kirby-souljourney-au]

*throws her at you* HERE HAVE ANOTHER NEXT-GEN OC

Meet Pura, the next-generation Warrior of Heart!!

Wow… he said an oc would be introduced later after mentioning them in another oc’s intro… and he actually did it for once……… I didn’t know that was possible

Anyway, here’s her info!

Full name: Pura

Age: 15

DOB: 21st of August

Birthplace: the Void

Height: 5’10”

Gender identity: Agender (she/her)

Sexuality: Panromantic, asexual

S/O: Inifya, Mirror Inifya (Mira/Shini)

Occupation: Vocalist, musician, freelance artist/animator

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Abilities:

Heart Spears

Flight/levitation

Purify

Rift

Heal

Pure Focus

(She has many more abilities, but she’s the only one of her kind still living, and she does not know them yet.)

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Extra Info:

She is a Void-Born Astral, meaning she was created by Nebulis. Her birth wasn’t intentional — it was actually due to great amounts of positive energy overcoming Nebulis, causing them to create a new being to release that energy. Because of her direct relation to actual God, she is very powerful — as powerful as the first Warrior of Heart — though since she’s the only remaining Void-Born Heart Matter Astral, she has very little knowledge of her magic and unfortunately has nobody to teach her how to use it.

Found by Elfilis after landing in Whispy Woods’ forest and was raised by them and Fiktra as their daughter. (It was difficult for them, considering Pura is fully Heart Matter and her parents are Dark-Heart Matter and Dark-Dream Matter.)

Very, very cheerful and kind. She’s incredibly optimistic and has a positive outlook on the world, and it’s very difficult to make her mad. If you managed to piss her off, you have royally fucked up.

Being the only member of her group with five fingers, she of course plays guitar, and keyboard on occasion. She also does backup vocals and creates art for her band, The Absolutes — this group consists of her, Nycto as the drummer, Mira as the bassist, and Inifya as the lead vocalist. In the process of writing this I realized that I might’ve accidentally made these four a magical girl group. Oops.

Void made the Dimensional Cape she wears specifically for her. Neat!

One of the next-generation Heroes of Yore, specifically the Warrior of Heart. Once she’s an adult and is able to do knight stuff, she’ll gain the title Absolute Heartbeat Hero, Halo Knight Pura.

This is the Hero I was talking about designing after Tippi btw. Love both of them

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Genuinely too tired to write more so. Peace!! Enjoy the her :)))

#kirby #kirby oc #oc #oc intro #my oc #my oc art #oc art #art #my art #digital art #kirby art #kirby fanart #kirby au #au #my au #oc: pura #ooc post #stfu and sleep dammit ko #dreamland art exhibit #HER!!!!!!!!

[theminecraftgay]

3,8,19,30 artist asks

Wooo let’s go!!! Talkly time!!

3: Honestly the biggest thing from when I was little that still impacts my art is the idea of making comics and stories at all. I need stories. The little guys need to talk and know one another!! I was always drawing pictures to go with any writing and vice versa.

8: aaand related to that, an old project I don’t really do anymore is my first non fanart story I remember (outside of like, make believe stuff from being REALLY little). That said, I still snagged some of those little guys, but that story has been abandoned so long I don’t even remember the title.

19: favorite inanimate objects to draw… hm. I like little bits of trash? If that makes sense? Crushed cans and burnt out cigs and crumpled paper. Little things that make a space seem inhabited but are probably gonna go unnoticed. Also umbrellas, which is most of the reason Nyctos has a parasol lmao

30: what piece of mine is underrated? Uh. I have a hard time appreciating my own stuff. But right now it’s that one shot comic page of Finn and Ember, but usually it’s just whatever I drew last! I’m very quick to find flaws in my own stuff.

#lmao forgot about this but I love just rambling on about myself #also hey new pfp it’s pippin time y’all #ask box

[cryptidofthekeys]

For the writing asks!!! 1,2,3 💫

i forgot,, i reblogged that gfjkdlfgjds but ayyy the good ol 1, 2, 3! lets gooo

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What writing projects are you currently working on?

The projects currently being worked on little by little is TSGOTSS Chapter 2, Nyctophobia (title might change for that one im just unsure yet), and finally JLOT Chapter 3

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What are your future writing projects?

Oh my god theres SO many,, Let me give you a... well not FULL list but still a list- There’s JLOT Chapter 4 (when chap 3 is done), Yancy x Borrower Reader, HeeHoo also with a Borrower reader, Team Hell No horror movie night, IWTDFD Chapter 2, Five Nights at Domino Cemetery, Nyctophobia (also a ygo thing), TSGOTSS Chapter 2 (the recent story I did), and finally a story I can’t reveal the title of just yet but its a fun lil secret story ;)

. . . Needless to say I have a LOT and that isn’t even all of them (I REALLY need to post Five Nights at Domino Cemetery bc I’ve already written like four chapters essentially)

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Are you trying anything new with your writing (style, genre, etc.)?

Mm not really unless I am somehow blissfully unaware of what I’m trying fgkjdslfdkjs I’m p much just writing as I go along, emptying my head of the ideas that I have and putting them down on the docs, some of them I REALLY do need to stop being so nervous about posting (... *looks at Five Nights and Nycto* ...granted Nycto’s first chapter aint even done yet but still Idk whats stopping me)

#Chase Answers #thank you friendo bxrb <3

[x-x-nyctophilia-writes-x-x]

Thunder and Lullabies

Summary: With Matt's enhanced hearing thunderstorms can be a nightmare, and as much as he may pretend that he's gotten used to them, you can tell otherwise.

Matt Murdock x Reader

(Gender neutral/no use of gendered pronouns for reader)

Fluff, Domestic life, Comfort

Warnings: None

You sat reclined in your favorite pajamas against the arm of your boyfriend's couch, a good book in hand, a soft blanket draped over your lap, and a warm cup of your favorite tea within reach on the coffee table, while Matt, your boyfriend of about six months, cleaned the dishes that were left from the dinner you'd made for the two of you earlier that evening.

Listening to the ambient sounds of rain and thunder outside, and sneaking glances at Matt while turning the pages of your book, you smiled to yourself. Everything was so warm, and comfortable, and cozy. It was a perfect moment... For you, at least. But for Matt, it was very different.

You didn't notice how different at first. You'd caught early on in your relationship that he could be a bit twitchy when he was listening in to something, especially when there were a lot of sounds around him at once. So at first that's all you thought it was. But as you kept glancing at him you started to notice more. The way his brows knit together, and the way the corners of his mouth were drawn down in a slight frown. The way his shoulders were tensed. The fact that, despite the almost worryingly tight grip he had on the dishes he was rinsing at the moment, he kept nearly dropping them.

Then, when you saw that subtle way he jolted after a relatively close sounding clap of thunder, it hit you; he wasn't listening in to the rain, he was wincing.

"Matt," you called to him softly, "are you alright?"

"Hm? Uh, yeah of course, I'm fine." He answered, and if it weren't for the observations you'd made over the last few minutes you might've missed the slight strain in his voice.

"Are you sure?" You pressed lightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, everything's fi-"

Another roll of thunder, another flinch.

"F-fine..." Matt continued to reassure you, although markedly less confidently. You sighed quietly as you set your book down on the coffee table, and called out to him again, "Hey, c'mere for a second."

Matt dried his hands and made his way toward you. "What's up? Need more tea?" He asked, but as he reached for your cup you gently caught his hand.

"No, just come closer," you said sweetly, tugging lightly on his sleeves. Visibly confused, but compliant, Matt allowed you to keep pulling him down toward you until he was lying on top of you, head positioned directly over your heart. You felt him unwind some, and after a quiet moment you spoke up again.

"...Why didn't you tell me the thunder was hurting you? I would've done this sooner."

"...I didn't want to bother you, especially when you seemed to be enjoying it. Besides, I've been dealing with this since I was a kid, I'm used to it by now," he said, though to you it sounded almost like he was trying to convince himself.

You scoffed quietly, "Liar. It obviously still really bothers you. And that's okay. You don't have to endure everything, sometimes it's okay to just... let something hurt. And to let someone else help you deal with it. And what am I here for if not to be someone you can rely on? That's what partners do."

Matt didn't respond at first, but he did wrap his arms around your waist, drawing the two of you even closer together. After another brief stretch of silence he asked, "But what about the rest of dishes? I should finish those." Even without looking you could hear the smile in his voice clueing you in; he was joking, and had no intention of getting up.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, one hand gently resting over the ear that wasn't pressed to your chest, and the other running your fingers through his hair, back and forth over his scalp. "Don't worry about that, I'll take care of those too, after things quiet down," you said.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as you felt him slowly relax against you completely. "Thank you," he said, barely louder than a whisper.

"Like I said, it's what I'm here for," you said with a warm smile, before leaning in slightly to kiss his forehead. As you continued to hold him and run your fingers through his hair, you also began to hum a gentle tune, the sound of your voice and the rhythm of your heartbeat creating the sweetest lullaby he'd ever heard.

Now, this was a perfect moment for the both of you.

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This is my first time writing in months, first time ever writing for Matt, which I've been wanting to do for ages, and my first time writing on tumblr in general, so thanks @imsofansie for the prompt that finally got me off my ass and writing again. Hope you, and anyone else that happened across it, enjoyed it. ☺

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #marvel #mcu #daredevil netflix #nycto writes #fanfic

[nyctolight]

sweet course

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★ — summary: you bring ayato lunch at his work, but he’d rather “eat out”.

★ — pairing: ayato x (gn!)reader

★ — tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + no pronouns, semi-public, oral (reader receiving), office sex, unprotected, quickies, light fluff

★ — words: 2.2k

★ — notes: he finally came home after 160 wishes, so now i’m back to 0. stupid expensive pretty boy :‘ )

Ayato flipped the paper he was reading over, letting out a bored sigh. He wanted to be anywhere else except at his office dealing with a day’s worth of busy work. His eyes flickered to the door upon hearing a knock, “Come in,” he stated, pushing aside the remaining papers he still had to read. While he was expecting his lunch to be delivered, he wasn’t expecting you to be the one delivering it. As you shut the sliding door behind you, his bored expression disappeared to be replaced with an adoring smile.

“Lunchtime!” you chimed, walking over to him with his boxed lunch. You didn’t have any time to set his lunch down as he pulled you into an embrace, his lips pressing against yours in a welcoming kiss that didn’t last long enough. His hands caressed your back before sliding down to your hips, wanting to pull you into his lap right then and there; however, he paused his movements when you waved a finger in his face, “Hey now, I’m here to bring you lunch, not distract you from your work again!” you humorously snapped at him before placing down the quilted box on his desk. “I know you’ll eat whatever is put in front of you, but I still made sure to include your favorites like—"

He cut off your explanation with a sly comment, “My favorites include eating you out.”

“Oh?” you asked giddily, but even though his request made your heart race to the point you wanted to hop into his lap you held yourself back, knowing his paperwork had built up to this point because he’d rather spend his time doing you than doing it. “But your work for the day isn’t finished yet and…” Your voice trailed off, unable to produce much more of an argument than that. Your mind was in the mood for justifications more than arguments, anyways.

And Ayato knew just from the tone in your voice and blush on your face. You felt one of his fingers swirl around the backside of your hand, the cloth of his glove tickling your skin slightly. “Now, now, I’m a quick eater. Unless, of course, you packed dessert,” he said before taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

You couldn’t take it any longer, the responsible façade leaving promptly—per usual when you two were together—and you responded in a hushed tone, “Well, while I didn’t pack dessert… I can be a decent substitute for the real thing…”

“Only decent? Don’t sell yourself short, darling, you’re sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever had.” His compliment made your brain foggy and you barely registered when he pulled you in front of him, his desk now directly behind you. “Here, just mind the papers.” he asked as you propped yourself up onto his desk with his help, “I’d rather not have to restack them, but if you mess them up, I’ll just have to punish you later for it.” His words had an air of playfulness to them, but the mere thought of Ayato punishing you made you squeeze your thighs together, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower abdomen.

“I didn’t lock the door, so we have to stay quiet,” you warned as he helped you undress, his hands tracing across your bare thighs and making you shiver.

He graced your worries with a careless chuckle, “Must we? Because seeing the retainers’ faces after hearing you scream my name would be quite a joy.”

Before you could even formulate a retort to his snide comment, he parted your legs and pressed his lips to your pussy, sliding his tongue up your folds in a teasing motion. He relished in the surprised and unstifled gasp he earned from his actions. Your legs instinctively rested on his shoulders as his tongue circled around your clit slowly, purposely making your body tense every time he got close to licking the needy bud. You let out a frustrated little sigh and his head bobbed from a soft snicker, his hot breath against your bare skin only making you squirm more along with the anticipation he was creating. Finally, he flicked his tongue over your clit, appreciating the stifled moan you gave him in return. Your fingers entangled themselves in his light blue locks as he pressed his face further into you so that he could now suck your clit intensely, enjoying how wet you were becoming from his mouth alone.

You pulled his hair slightly when the warmth from your clit vanished, a whine escaping your parted lips. You could feel him grin against you as he pressed his tongue back to your folds, pushing past them to lap at your entrance before diving his tongue inside of you as far as it’ll go. “Mmm ayato...” your head fell back as you moaned his name softly which was fuel to his movements, his lapping and thrusting becoming quicker from your sounds. You squeezed your legs around his head, shifting your hips to help guide his mouth where you wanted it. While your pants and hushed groans were quite an encouragement to his ears to keep on fucking you with his tongue, he wasn’t ready for you to cum just yet, not when dessert was right around the corner. Indeed, he wanted more of you.

He pulled away from in-between your legs, even though your needy little whimper caused him some hesitation. “We won’t be apart for long,” he said, causing you to lift your head to look at him. You noticed how your juices had completely coated his lips, a little embarrassed how quickly he had made you sopping wet; however, your embarrassment vanished when he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you in for a heated kiss. The mix of your own juices and his taste was intoxicating to the point where you craved more, pressing your tongue against his lips until he let you in. While your tongues continued to lap at the sweetness of one another, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you off his desk and onto his lap in one quick and smooth motion. The movement broke the kiss, but he made up for it by nibbling on your jawline before licking down your neck, stopping to suck near the base of your neck as he fiddled with his pants. While you were occupied with the mark he was leaving on your neck, you suddenly gasped, focusing sharply upon feeling the tip of his cock slide against your pussy. As he finished leaving a light pink mark on your neck, he started repositioning the tip of his cock to be directly underneath your entrance. His other hand kept you busy by fondling your ass, then sliding to your thighs, and then moving upward, feeling you up while you collapsed underneath his touch. You felt the tip of him again, this time prodding directly into your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you. He held onto the base of his cock with one hand, looking at you with soft eyes while asking, “Ready?”

“Yes,” you muttered, biting your lip before quickly adding, “but I’m worried I might not be able to stay quiet…”

He nodded in understanding before bringing a hand to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward so that your torso was entirely leaning against him, “Here,” he instinctively moved his head to the side for you, “If you cannot contain your sounds, then please press your mouth against the nape of my neck. And if you’re going to be very loud, feel free to bite down.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you—”

He stroked the back of your head lovingly, kissing the top of your ear before whispering, “I will be fine, my dear. When you are with me, you need not ever worry.” His words made you weak in the knees, but the feeling of his leaking cock starting to push inside you made your whole body stiffen and your eyes widen. Without another moment’s hesitation, you buried your face in his neck as he spread your wet entrance. “You’re so tight, try to relax for me,” he said, his voice not even shaking while all you could do was whisper cuss words and his name repeatedly against his neck. He helped guide you down onto him while he pressed his hips upward into you, stretching your walls around his size before coming to rest fully within you. The side of his neck that muffled your noises was now wet from your warm breath and you braced for the first thrust, never fully able to ready yourself enough for his size to begin moving within you. He didn’t give you long to wait and nearly pulled entirely out of you before bucking back inside. Unable to take it quietly, you quickly sank your teeth into his flesh before a sharp cry echoed throughout the silent office. You heard a very soft and low growl come from Ayato as he felt your teeth sink in, but it barely affected his movements at all. His thrusts were tantalizingly slow at the start, but he made sure to push as deep as he could each time, causing you to tremble against him. His speed picked up once you started to loosen up, the tenseness that was once there leaving in favor of your body practically melting into his.

Hesitantly, you let go of his neck, leaving behind teeth marks as you moved back to see his face. “Hm? Feeling quite confident that we’re not going to be too loud, are we?” he teased, raising his eyebrows at your bold decision while restrained smutty noises came out of you with every thrust, but they weren’t loud enough to be heard outside the office—at least, you hoped they weren’t. His tone was still somehow as smooth as before even while he continued to fuck you hard; however, there was a slight breathlessness to it now. The corners of his mouth twitched into a small grin but stayed parted just enough so that you could hear his own heavy breathing mixing with your own. You looked into his eyes, clouded by lust, and couldn’t help but begin moving your body along with him, pressing your hips down in time with his thrusts. The feeling of his cock beginning to throb within you was good but hearing otherwise quiet Ayato finally let out a grunt was oh so nice to the point you wanted to hear it again.

It took you multiple attempts to talk, for every time you opened your mouth Ayato would buck particularly hard into you, enjoying how he could make you stutter, “I—nnng—wa—aaahh—nted to see your... fffuuuck—f-face, I mean.” You wondered if he could even understand your words between the bitten-back moans and stammering, but when you finished speaking, he let out a beautifully soft moan in response that only made you wetter.

His hand went between your legs, swirling your clit underneath a gloved finger while his other hand went to the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss before sighing against your lips fondly, “See? You really are the sweetest.” he, however, knew what you were trying to do and as punishment—or as a reward—he rammed up particularly hard into you unexpectedly at the same time you pressed your hips down to meet him. You choked on your own breath upon feeling how deep his cock went, your vision blurring for a moment afterward as he watched you struggle to keep your voice down.

Afterward, he kept a consistent and perfect rhythm while your movements were starting to get sloppier the more undone you became. Your nails dug into his shoulders as each thrust, each touch of your clit, and every noise from him now threatened to push you over the edge. You began to feel hotter by the second until your breath hitched and, unable to hold it in any longer and no time to push your face to his neck again, you screamed his name—but to your surprise his hand covered your mouth in anticipation, muffling your scream and the blissful moan that came afterward. “Remember, you said we had to stay quiet…” his breathless words sounded quite fuzzy and distant to you as your pussy spasmed around his cock, but you breathed a soft sigh of relief from him saving you from the embarrassment of having everyone in the Kamisato Estate hear you cum.

Hearing his muffled name be screamed against his hand almost caused him to peak, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Now cradling you in his arms, his thrusts became faster. His movements lost any sense of rhythm after seeing you cum and feeling you twitch around his cock. His panting and tensed-up body now contrasted your steadied breathing and relaxed body as you began coming down from your own high. Now, you were just trying to bring about his, grinding your hips against his cock, wanting to bring about the same blissfulness he caused you. Suddenly, he curled into you, purposely muffling his own final moan against your shoulder as he finished deep inside you, coating your already wet walls with his own orgasm.

With Ayato still in his own euphoric state and his cock softening, you lifted yourself up just enough so that he could pull himself out. A combination of both your releases dripped down your inner thighs, but you’d worry about cleaning up later. He pulled his pants up just before you sat back down in his lap, leaning into him, missing his warmth against your body. He caressed your face, peppering kisses where his fingers touched, a grin appearing on his face as he told you, “We still have a few minutes before lunch is over.”

“Then you should spend them actually eating,” you muttered, keeping your voice down as much as possible.

He chuckled in response, “I’d rather just spend them holding you in my arms.”

#ayato x reader #genshin x reader #ayato x gn!reader #genshin imagines #ayato #genshin impact #nycto writes #nycto reqs #spicynyght #series; genshin impact

[feyhunter78]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers, share five things you love! Get to know your fellow tumblr users and spread the positivity 💕

This is so sweet thank you Nycto💗💗

I love:

Thunderstorms

My cat Milo

Writing super flowery and ridiculous dialogue

Vanilla ice cream with warmed cherries on top

Beautifully crafted gif sets

(And not in that order)

#meg talks #mail time #meg talks with nycto

[nyctolovian]

It's weird that I write a lot of fanfic for things I like, but there is so little (if any) for the things that make me insane too much thoughts.

It's like that "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more" except in writing.

#nycto talks #is this the case for anyone else actually? #writing #with exception to jonmartin #i am genuinely insane about them and i write quite a lot for those two

[nyctophilia-darknessmyoldfriend]

fundy :] (dont tell anyone i'm still in class rn shhhhhhhhhhh-)

#ma boi :) #i'm missing c!fundy so badd #bottom left was drawn as a young fundy #but i could also be yoghurt :) #...is it yogurt or yoghurt- #personally i write it as yoghurt XD #hmmm i should make a tag for these doodles... #ah i'm too lazy to make one rn- #laterr~~~ #nycto's art :D #tryna figure out some dsmp designs for my digital art style- #my brain is flooding with animatic ideas- #ngfdgfdjkg #if i make one will y'all watch it *pleading eyes* #t-though it will be a while before i can get anything done #cause again. school. #>:| #boo.

[tess-timony]

Dating Brahms would Include...

 He’s very handsy feely, always wanting to be near you and hold you. He is only semi-verberal so he may come across as awkward when in reality he simply doesn’t have the words for it

When he does have words, he will speak a lot in quotes, when non-regressed. He is always playing some sort of character, not pretending to be another person, but adapting into certain molds and quoting from what inspired those molds. He grew up a lot on classic lit, so expect a lot of that

He’s bad at direct verbal affection and action. He will write you notes and make you small little trinkets and snacks to place in front of your door.

Speaking of direct communication, just because he revealed himself once doesn’t mean he is now always out of the walls. As much as he hates it there, it is still one of the only things he knows. He will hide out there still a majority of the time and only come out on occasion to see you when he really misses you or sees you’re distraught

Rules are still rules. He still will live through the doll, and he expects you to follow suite. He will even have it near when he is out as himself. It his his biggest comfort item, alongside with the others in his collection.

He is strong. He may not understand his hug feels more like a death grip. He forgets a lot just how big he is and how much power he has. Just tell him he’s a bit too excited to see you again, and he’ll loosen his grip ASAP

He sings a lot, as well as plays the Violin. He would fall even faster and harder if you joined him in on his passion for music as well as his dolls.

He is also more than willing to sit and listen to your own interests, and would try to let you know he remembers. Like marine life? He’ll cut your sandwich into a fish. Enjoy art? He’ll unlock the art cabinet his family has and leave you a note about it. There’s one show you can’t get enough of? He’ll find a way to play the theme on the violin 

He does have meltdowns. They’re not child temper tantrums, though--rather simple overloads and everything is happening too much all the time. He will cry and scream and kick but it’s more out of fear rather than anger or brattiness. Give him some time, a cup of tea, a weighted blanket + quietness and he’ll be better.

The mask stays on. No ands, ifs or buts. He will lift it up to kiss you, but nothing further. That mask is almost if not is a bigger comfort than the doll. It filters out the loud and brightness of the world and the pressure against his face soothes him and makes him feel okay. Respect that or it won’t work.

He is awkward and weird with showing his feelings and affection, but overall he really does love and admire you and wants you to know that

#brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #slasher x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #|| nycto writes #hi!

[aeterumtale]

I'm on a role and I want to get through writing this story okay.

VERY MUCH KILLER X NYCTO!

#aeternumtale #utmv #undertaleau #nycto #diaz #frenzy #killersans

[your-ocs-pronouns-are]

hi!! i have an oc named hongwon and i was wondering if he can have some neopronouns 🥺 nounself ones are Cool tm too !!

i don’t have much abt him, since he tends to change w/ every fic i write abt him, but here are a few Fixed Traits, so to say: he has two bfs (seoyun and yijun), who love him (+ each other) a lot !! he’s genderfluid, and he’s an Exhausted Student who mostly skips school (much to the disappointment of his bfs, who Try Rly Hard to encourage him to go /at least/ twice a week 😭.) oh :oo and he rly likes video games, specifically horror ones !! wants to start streaming them as either a hobby or do it full-time once/if he ever graduates !!

i hope this is enough info abt him🥺 thank you so much!!!!!! and i hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night !!

hey there! i apologize for how late this is. i hope it's worth the wait! so, for Hongwon, i decided on three sets today. the first is fae/faem/faer/faers/faemself, the second is nyct/nycto/nyctos/nyctoself, and the third is em/ems/emself. here we go!

I just met this new OC, faer name is Hongwon! I think that's really cool, fae must be awesome! It seems like fae's genderfluid, which is pretty neat to see, and fae's also got two boyfriends. I bet fae loves faer boyfriends. It also seems like fae doesn't like school very much, because fae keeps skipping, but hopefully fae can get some rest and maybe try school again.

It seems like nyct really enjoys video games! Nyct likes horror games the most, and who could blame nycto? Nyct's got great taste, horror games are where it's at! I wonder what nyctos favorite horror game is. It also seems like nyct would like to stream nyctos playthroughs, which would be really fun to watch! I bet nyct would get a pretty good following online if nyct did that.

I bet em's really sweet and nice to be around. If ems boyfriends love em so much, then em must be pretty special!! I bet em is a good friend to those who know em, I'm sure a lot of people enjoy ems company! I wonder if em makes friends easily. Maybe people like to make friends with em first, and now em's found emself with a large friend group. Or maybe there's only a few people em calls friends. Either way, em's a fantastic OC, and I can't wait to see what happens with em!

once again, i am so sorry for how late this one is. i really tried to make it worth the wait, but still. if you want me to try again, send me an ask and i can try different neos! have a good one!

#your ocs pronouns are #oc pronoun ask #your oc is #mogai #mogai blog #pro mogai #mogai pride #oc pronouns #⭐ #sorry. i didnt mean for this to be so late.