#shh let me be inaccurate

[artforkuponuts]

“Cock it and Pull it”

#loki #mogs art #agent of asgard #king loki #classic loki #shh let me be inaccurate #gratuitous use of emo song lyrics #aoa loki #loki laufeyson #gdit I forgot king lokis gold knuckle things #low key proud of this one #no references

[amber-angel]

Theory: the professor coming back was Ryan's unforeseen consequence of his wish to win. Because now he will win. Every. Time.

#stupid flighty bullshit #puppet history #it's been a while since ive watched the whole series so if this is inaccurate shh #let me delete it in shame later

[teatroll]

+18 NSFW content ahead; MDNI

NANAMI KENTO SPICY HEADCANONS

Includes: fem!reader; inappropriate usage of showers and inaccurate depiction of shower shreks (water ain't lube, hons); unprotected piv; praising; + a bit more add-ons (headcanons, duh)

Note: should've been less detailed but i messed up halfway and it looks like a fic if you squint (oops?). anywho, thank my bestie, she buzzed off my ears 'bout this man and made this happen. (also not betaread) @cafekitsune and @saradika - banners ♡

♡ Nanami Kento is a busy man. So his world precisely revolves around his job as a sorcerer. So does his free time. Whenever he gets home, he's too exhausted to indulge into anything but sleep.

♡ Although, he's not opposed to taking a hot steamy shower or a relaxing bath with you. It's only logical - practical AND pleasant. Two birds, one stone. Quick and easy quality time.

♡ That's what he hoped for before he found his mind wandering places when your hands started massaging shampoo into his scalp.

♡ Steam fogging up the glass shower doors; hot streams washing off soapy foam down your naked form; your glistening eyes searching for his and that tender smile that he cherishes so much...

♡ Yeah, his mind was in the gutter straight away and refused to crawl out from that pit. And he knows that's on him, because it's been way too long since the last time both of you spent some actual quality time together. Better fix this now than never, right?

♡ His touches are slow and gentle as his hands start to roam free, fingertips caressing your skin with utmost care. Nanami's heart flutters as you softly sigh close to his ear.

♡ That gives him the confidence to take it up a notch and glide his hands down to cup your rear; your sweet mewls shortly turning into whimpers as you crook your head to the side, giving him access to leave teasing nibbles on your neck.

♡ It's not long before you feel his hardened length between your thighs as he deliberately rocks his hips into yours.

♡ The sound you made afterwards made him softly hiss through gritted teeth.

♡ Normally he'd choose a different (read as more secure, because he's intolerant to bullshit) place, but with the way you cling to him now, he decides to indulge into such a messy activity as shower sex. After all, he's got places to be tomorrow, so he needs to wake up early. Two birds, one stone yet again.

(This man is practical and rational from the top of his head down to his toenails, what did you expect?)

♡ You gasp when his cock starts to slide back and forth between your thighs, teasing your clit. Your pussy clenches over nothing as you let out a needy whine into his shoulder.

♡ "Shh, baby. It's okay." His voice is a bit raspy as he coos in your ear, caressing your sides. "Let me take care of you."

♡ Another gasp escapes from you as he scoops you into his arms and lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrapping around him, so do your arms to support your weight on him.

(But, frankly, that much is not needed. Nanami can lift you up with a single hand and still be able to sip his morning coffee with a straight face.)

♡ With his tip now pushing past your entrance, he lets out a shaky breath; his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. The sight is divine, least to say; and you'd gladly enjoy it all day long but the way his cock slowly stretches your velvety walls makes your vision blurry.

♡ You squirm and pant into the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens ever so slightly while he slides all the way in.

♡ There's a pause as he lets you adjust to the feeling, whispering so sweetly in your ear it almost melts your brain into mush.

♡ That man will be giving you a praise kink of the century, there's ZERO debate here. And a simple "good girl" won't cut it either.

♡ He'll shower you in praises for how well you're taking him, for how delightful your moans are, for how cute the blush spreads across your cheeks and neck. Basically, anything his senses pick up on, he'll put on a pedestal.

♡ His thrusts are slow, deep, and so fucking sensual it almost feels like a torture. Of pleasure, obviously. Doesn't dismiss the fact you crave more and make it know as you pull him into the kiss by the back of his neck.

♡ He catches your moans with his lips, savors them like candy. It heats up every nerve in his body, makes his muscles tense as he picks up the pace.

♡ How can he not provide his sweet girl with what she truly wants? Denying you of anything feels so wrong that he can't help but indulge into it all over again.

(Is it a flock of birds, one giant rock now? Probably is.)

♡ He's definitely panting. Maybe even whimpers a bit, but the sound is muffled by your lips on his and hushed by the shower, so you can't really be sure.

♡ What you can be sure of, though, is that familiar knot forming in your core. And that feeling gradually increases with each grind of his. There's quite a bit more force to it now, so that previous tenderness is replaced by pure passion.

♡ There's no escaping a headcanon of Nanami guiding you through your orgasm. Because he definitely does so.

♡ "That's it, just a little more. You can do this, baby." AND "You're so precious. Let me hear those pretty sounds, come on."

♡ SPEAKING OF WHICH, definitely tries to maintain eye contact as you finish.

♡ He wants to feel as your walls clench around him, wants to hear you gasp a choked moan, he craves to watch you crumble on his cock.

♡ That sets him off more than anything as he follows you shortly after, spilling inside you with an ecstatic grunt.

♡ Normally, he'd pull out for sure. But since you're already in the shower, why not to indulge into yet another shower session? But this time, it's your turn to be on the receiving end.

♡ After a short cock warming session as you both try to catch your breath.

(And who knows, maybe this time he'll be able to contain himself and actually just do a simple mundane activity and not waste water for half an hour.)

(Fingers crossed, but the bill will be enormous either way.)

♡ Nanami would definitely kiss your jaw/line of pulse lazily and nibble on your neck.

♡ Praising is obviously a part of aftercare as well, how can he set that aside??

♡ Would leave a gentle peck on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"Now, now, darling. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

♡ EXTRA ♡

♡ Missionary is his "to go to", because that way he can witness every little change in your expression.

♡ He's leaning closer to vanilla tbh.

♡ BUT, if he's frustrated, there will be a quickie on his desk.

♡ Dead ass will ruin you. Your hips will be sore for a week.

(Everything will be sore since we're at it.)

♡ Not to mention there WILL be hair pulling. (I see you, horny people. I know what you want.)

♡ Aftercare now involves him doing everything in his power to soothe you.

♡ Will definitely think you're sobbing because he hurt you, when, on the contrary, that was pure bliss.

♡ Remind that man of it, he tends to forget that vanilla isn't the only thing that exists.

♡ High chance he adores watching you please yourself. Both with fingers and toys.

♡ Hey, he knows you'd rather feel full on his cock, but he's not opposed to teasing.

♡ He might be pure vanilla (hello cookie run lmao), but even so, Nanami can add some spice to your shared love life once in a while.

♡ Especially when it involves giving you the best of times. (Yes, with teasing too.)

♡ SUKUNA RYOMEN ♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO ♡

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #jjk smut #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk

[tojisun]

dunno where this came from bc i honestly just wanted a short ramble and not smthn long but here we are :'D this is an extension from my rambling yesterday about simon x reader but it's a dowry of blood au (brides of dracula retelling). i havent finished the book yet tbh but if ur planning on reading it, i do just wanna give a warning that it's dark and prose-heavy

cw: death/massacre; blood drinking; vampire-turning and stuff; inaccurate references to dracula lore

the village is gone. burnt. fire crackles amidst the broken hymns of the dead—they don't sing, not anymore of course, but their losses are catastrophic. you never realized how the apocalypse could be so loud.

you stand at the centre of the chaos, bloodied. bruised. ruined. the lone survivor.

the only one who was lucky enough to be saved.

brought out from the pyre, you were dragged into the shadowed corners and hidden from the pillagers who slaughtered everyone you loved and everyone you knew. you shook in your grief, screams erupting from the base of your throat, but all were silenced by an ice-cold palm over your mouth.

"shh, little one," he said. the first of his words; the first of his kindness. "you must be quiet."

your fury sputtered into anguish, the loss descending to you like the first drop of snow. tears spring from your strained eyes, staining even his hand; you did not know how to compress the bloating agony that was pressing into your lungs. your only comfort was that he seemed to favour you enough to keep you safe, even if just for a moment. 

rain had fallen by then—it seemed like it knew that tragedy had struck this little place. it extinguished enough of the fire, washing away the smell of ashes and leaving only the pungence of iron. blood.

with it, your adrenaline wore off, and you began to feel the extent of your pain. of course, you were not unscathed, but you didn’t expect your body to be so brittle. 

you fell, tumbling into the muddy ground and right before his feet. you croaked in pain, lungs constricting. it was becoming a lot more difficult to breathe, to speak. you wondered why death came to you slowly.

he knelt down by your side, cold hand brushing away at your dirty hair. he was speaking to you softly, words passing through his lips in soft lilts. you struggled to hear him, your ears ringing, numb, as your mind pulsed in your skull.

you groaned, begging him to stop. to go away. you had nothing to pay him back with, nothing to entertain him, so you told him just as much. you told him to let you die in silence because how else could he save you?

“that is troubling,” was all he said, his words were rumbled from the depths of his chest like he hadn't used his voice in eons. 

you peeled your eyes open, wondering what it must be that he was after, then you finally saw what he was—pale skin gleaming underneath the moonlight with eyes dark like wine. he was not a human. he couldn’t have been one.

your mother told you tales of the wicked. of those cursed and abandoned by the almighty father—she told you of their beauty, of their wealth, of their hunger.

(they do not know how to love, she said as she tucked you underneath your sheets. they only know how to deceive.)

your body locked, heart congested with fear—your body knew then, didn’t it? that this being that held you close was far more terrifying than the invaders. that your body survived the fire, the greed of humanity, only to be devoured by the devil.

“please,” you whimpered, the will to live burning inside you once again. you didn’t care about the pillagers, you didn’t want their mercy, but this being. this creature of the dark, oh how you craved his clemency.

“please, save me.”

“i cannot save you,” he said. 

his hand fell to your throat, grasping it gently, almost reverently. he swiped his thumb along the expanse of your skin to feel the way you swallowed. 

“but i can help.”

you tried to reply, to beg once more, but the words could not be sounded out, your throat having been too ruined for any prayer. you shook with your desperation, turning your eyes to him to express your ragged hope. you prayed that he may see your plea. you prayed that he may bless you with his curse.

he smiled, fangs glinting before your eyes. then, he murmured, “of course.”

(mama? how do you know when your prayers are answered?

well, sometimes it starts off painful.

painful?

yes, little star. but then, it becomes euphoric. freeing. good suffering.)

his teeth tore into your skin, ripping apart the muscles as it hunted for the blood. you screamed, throat scratching at the intensity of your pain; it was unbearable, burning unlike that of fire, scalding as it slithered down your very being. something was happening then. something unholy. 

you were being remade. reshaped. taken apart one bloodied fragment at a time.

you felt like you were at the precipice of death, so close to the edge and into eternal damnation, but he would not let you. chained to his hunger, your body writhed underneath the extent of his power; burning. burning. burning.

he was your new pyre. 

he was hell.

you begged for anything to subdue the pain; for a touch kinder, warmer; for the ceasing of it all. 

and it did.

his lips left the sensitive patch of your neck, pulling away with a hummed smile as though it were ambrosia he was sucking out of you. you stared at his lips, stained with your blood, and, within a fraction of a heartbeat, unrelenting hunger coursed through you.

you yowled, your mind heavy and your body sore. you felt lost; you felt like you were drained and left as nothing but a shell of what you once were.

“good. that’s good,” he crooned, his eyes wrinkled in his joy. “this hunger is proof of your new life.”

he brought his wrist to his lips and bit into his own skin. the first puncture oozed out with blood; you watched it pool, beading, before it trickled down the length of his arm. your throat constricted, tongue heavy all of a sudden in your mouth.

a taste. you craved for a taste.

he smiled as he pressed his wrist to your lips. “go on,” he murmured. “drink.”

you were delirious, or you must be, for you to have listened to him—your weak hands grasped at his wounded arm, pulling it closer to your maw.

you drank. 

that experience of having the first drop on your tongue was indescribable. it was like you have never eaten before; like you have never been fed. never been nourished.

it was like anything that sustained you before had been erased from your memories; you don’t remember the taste of your mother’s cooking anymore, nor the sweets that your grandmother brought home with her for you on occasions when her mistress remembered to reward her, nor the milk from your father’s cows. 

every sweet memory was washed away by the blood pouring down your throat; every gulp a sinister promise of what would be irreversible.

your body sang, skin mending itself, and bones healing underneath torn muscles. numbness filtered in—it had never felt like salvation before.

lost in your new paradise, you didn't notice as your saviour cupped your cheek once more. his touch was gentle. it was kind.

he leant forward and kissed your forehead—a reward for surviving.

“my name’s simon,” he whispered, nuzzling you. “and you will be my bride, won’t you, my dark miracle?”

your mouth left his arm, reluctant but necessary, because even before he said his name, you knew he was your master. you knew that in exchange for this new life he’s cursed you with, you were to be obedient to him no matter what. 

you nodded, breathless and ragged.

“yes, my lord.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cw blood #suns #so uhhh whatchall think

[mitsvriii]

First kiss

TW’s: Suggestive

Pairings: Wanderer x reader

Reader Type: can be read as any reader, but gender-neutral and female are more evident

Word Count: 380+

A/N: Take this as an apology for my fic “Hate”, Wanderer is referred to as “Kuni”, inaccurate descriptions of kissing

”You’re so unbelievably annoying”, Wanderer remarked, waving off your numerous pokes to his cheek. “I’m not going to answer your question, no matter how much you poke me.”

“But Kuni”, you whined out, “I wanna know if you’ve ever kissed someone.”

He turned and glared at you, although it didn’t really reach his eyes. “No, I’m not answering you.”

You groaned dramatically as you fell onto his lap, putting a hand over your eyes. “You wound me so.”

You heard his sigh before he grabbed your hand off of your face, glancing down into your eyes, “No, I haven’t kissed anyone before.”

“Would you like to?”

“If it’s you.”

You gave him a cheeky smile before sitting up, shifting so you were on his lap. He looked at you expectantly, as if you were the one who was supposed to make the first move.

You gave him one last glance before pressing your lips against his, causing him to sigh at the contact. You grabbed your waist and pulled you further onto him, gripping you tightly.

You pulled back, licking your lips. Wanderer was staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his mouth opening in a silent plead for more.

And who would you be to deny your boyfriend some more kisses?

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his, causing a whimper to escape him. He pulled you even closer to him, pressing his lips harder against yours.

You trailed your hands to his hair and gave it a tug, making him let out a low moan. You gave a small smirk at his reaction, pulling back from the kiss to breathe.

You didn’t get much tike to breathe however, as your mouth was pulled back to his. A gasp escaped you and Wanderer took that opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth.

It was your turn to let out a moan. You felt his tongue caress yours as he trailed one of his hands up your shirt, causing you to shiver.

“Kuni-“ you whimpered against his lips.

“Hm?” He continued to press kisses, trailing them down your neck.

“What are you-?”

“Shh”, he pressed a finger to your lips, “you’ve had your fun.” His other hand tugged at the waistband of your pants, “it’s my turn now.”

#scaramouche #wanderer genshin #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche fluff #suggestive #making out #wanderer fluff #kunikuzushi fluff #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x you

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Like a Dog | Yan! Ayato

Yandere! Ayato x Fem! Reader

Warnings: General yandere themes, implied/mentioned blackmail, obsessive and possessive mindset/behavior(s), sexism in one part, mention of death/violence, past obsessive thoughts/behaviors from reader, abuse of power, probably inaccurate talks of politics, victim blaming, ayato not knowing if he should be mad or not. Tell me if I missed anything.

Minors and ageless blogs dni. please for once listen. 

Word count: 2488k

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 You were nothing more than a distraction – an obsession that would only ruin him in the long run. And he knew that, he knew that his… interest in you was unhealthy, and logically speaking, even if he were to go about this in the healthy, normal way, it would be futile – any hope of starting a (public) relationship with you was… none.

Zero.

His position was too high, power too strong, actions too shady. He was a shady man through and through, and despite how honest he looks and wants to be, he just can’t be that. Can’t do that. The political world was too corrupted to be an honest man, and thus, it shaped him into becoming a first-class manipulator – a fact he’s not exactly proud of, but it gets the job done. The ends justify the means, after all.

And well, while he was always a bit… twisted as a child, perhaps it was his environment that shaped him even more into this dubious leader with a slight sadistic streak. You only learn from the best is what he says – his excuse whenever his thoughts tend to get a tad too dark, a tad extreme and he has no excuses to use on himself for himself.

And you, with all your obsession and messed up mindset, only brought out the worse in him – fuck, he just wanted you. Ayato didn’t believe in love at first sight, didn’t read the fairy tales once his parents passed, couldn’t focus on anything romantic unless it was talk of arranged marriages. But arranged marriages aren’t romantic, unless a love blossoms between the couple as time carries on.

But fuck, he met you. He met you while sneaking out of his own house, his estate, for a breath of fresh air. Away from the elders who had nothing better to do with their remaining years except nagging his ears off.

It seemed you were also sneaking away from your own home, probably trying to see the city. It didn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, not when you bumped into him, eyes wide the moment you realized who he was. Like a thief getting caught, only replace the fear with horror and curiosity, and mix the two together, you end up with an obsession.

“My Lord –,”

“Shh.”

A finger placed against his lips, a grin pulling at the corners – heart beating a million miles per beat, per fucking second, and he was hooked. Hooked on the way you shut your mouth immediately like an obedient dog but retained the innocence and beauty of a crystalfly – ready to flutter away given the chance. And he wanted it for himself.

Wanted your smile that gave him butterflies, your eyes that shone in the moonlight, the nod you gave that made your hair sway. He wanted it all, and even he was taken aback by his thoughts. You were average, but without average, there would be nothing. But even in his dream-like state, he was aware this wasn’t normal.

He wanted to tame you like a dog.

Three words in total, and you were on your way. Just like that, not even a glance back. And, like the ‘good’ person he was, he had let you – it’s… it was supposed to be fine. Sure, he felt lightheaded in the best way possible, like he was on cloud nine, but he didn’t even know your name. And you only knew him because he was famous. Rich.

He was above you in terms of strength, political power, and probably skills too.

But he couldn’t deny the lovey-dovey feelings and thoughts he had; couldn’t ignore the way he was smitten at first sight. Obsessive even, despite it being your first – and only, back then – meeting. He wondered if you would remember this encounter later in life. Or if you’ll forget him like a speck of dust in the corner.

So, Ayato went on his way, shoving the image of you away. Even for a child – a teenager – he knew it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone he barely met. Then again, he had never been ‘normal’, in terms of maturity, intelligence, skill. He wanted to be a good person, still, so he tried to forget you. But he was sure this was it, as twisted and disgusting as it was –

This was ‘love’.

--

“My lord, shouldn’t we… you know, kick her out for good? Not that she’s causing trouble but… she’s causing trouble, just in a different way.”

“How so?” His pen doesn’t stop gilding across the papers, eyes quickly scanning over the words, once, twice, and finally a third time before he signs it. More shuffling of the loose pages and he’s writing another report.

“Well… she’s extremely behind. Barely any progress, as was written in the report. While she is trying her best, which is admirable, her best isn’t even average for our soldiers.” The man stutters out, probably wondering why his boss won’t kick out a singular person. Woman or not, you were just too far behind.

“Improvement doesn’t follow the same for everyone,” another signature.

“Well, yes, but you don’t understand – her improvement is barely noticeable. A snail is faster than her ‘improvement’.” He genuinely wasn’t insulting you – didn’t mean any harm in his words. Even so, the moment Ayato’s pen stopped writing and was gently placed down, he knew he fucked up.

But there wasn’t any hardcore scolding. No threats. No anger.

Just… calmness.

“Improvement has different speed rates. Unlike most of our trainees, she most likely didn’t receive any physical training in anything. And she is a woman – not am I putting her down, but it’s clear that generally, women might have a harder time in terms of physical training than men, unless they’ve been training since childhood. Same could be said for men.”

And that’s all there was to it – a slight scolding that send chills down the general’s spine regardless. Like he crossed a line that wasn’t meant to be crossed. But still…

“If anything happens, please do keep in mind I have no choice but to let her go, my Lord.”

“Duly noted.”

--

It’d be a lie if he said he didn’t feel betrayed. Logically, he knew it was only natural for you to give up on the Yashiro Commission – you almost fucking died. Almost went six feet underground, leaving your grandmother – hell, him – with an empty heart and jaded views of the world.

That is why he couldn’t find it in himself to get mad at you. This could have been avoided if he had just listened to that general, that trainer, if he just stopped and thought for a moment.

You were weak, weak, weak, fucking weak.

His sister was stronger than you in terms of physical strength, had more skill than you, and that’s ignoring the fact she was a fucking vision holder while you didn’t have a fucking thing – no vison. No skill to speak of. And, sadly, you weren’t quick to think on your feet on the battlefield.

It didn’t matter that you tried your best, it mattered that he didn’t just listen. It was his mistake, his fault, and his mess to clean up –

But why did you bother staying? Sure, he allowed you to stay, wanted to keep a close eye on you while ignoring the bright red flags of danger (something he scolds himself on to this very day). But what about you?

You had brain cells too, didn’t you? The fault wasn’t entirely his own, but he does take responsibility for it. He doesn’t deny it. But what about you?

You knew what you were getting into, you had to. You also had a choice in the matter. He didn’t make you stay. Didn’t hold a sword to your throat and threatened you. You had the freedom to leave just like that.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you waited. And waited. And waited.

Waited until you almost died, stayed past your welcome, and you didn’t even apologize in person –

No.

He shouldn’t think this way, shouldn’t harbor hatred towards you, disappointment in you. He was told. He was warned. And he should have made the call, should have done something about it. He’s torn between hating you and loving you. And he’s not sure which one he prefers at the moment.

And another thing to add to his ever-growing problems and frustrations, was your letter of resignation. The general that had warned him was on vacation. And he knows for a fact that man will be wearing a “I told you so” expression on his face the moment he comes back. Ayato can’t even find it in himself to be upset, offended over it. He doesn’t exactly have the right to anyway.

You reap what you sow. And in his case, Ayato is reaping the loss of you, the embarrassment of not planning out the training assignment properly, and the loss of respect and trust from both the soldiers and citizens of the city.

Yes, he didn’t plan ahead properly, despite the urges of others. There’s no excuse for this mishap, a mistake that falls solely on him when it comes to the ambush. He’s taking care of it, really, he is, but every time he tries to pick up the stupid pen to write that stupid report, his mind always goes to silly little you.

You had him in a choke hold.

You left with just a letter – no telling the higher ups. No telling him, your obsession. He had thought you would appear in person once you were recovered enough, kneel until your head almost hits the floor, and beg for forgiveness. But none of that happened.

He had eyes on you 24/7 now. And the reports that came in, all of them said that you were… calm. Lost in thought more often than not. Like you were thinking about your past actions. You didn’t seem… out of it, like you usually do – did – and the sudden change made them relieved. Like you were finally coming back down from your high and thinking things through properly.

Everyone was happy about it but him.

There was a feeling, a six sense that nagged at him. He visited you while you were asleep, and that feeling just got bigger. Started to eat at him until he became paranoid. But what were you going to do? Leave?

If you haven’t left before, why leave now?

You shouldn’t leave, not when you stayed for what felt like many years. You can’t give up on that – on him.

Ayato was stupid during this. Denial and paranoia don’t mix well, but regardless of said fact, he left you to your own devices. If he didn’t, he might do something stupid. And you don’t punish loyal dogs. You reward them.

He didn’t expect you to bite the hand that feeds you. Ah, you were always a bit of a ditz, slow and naïve at times, so maybe you didn’t know you got in because of him. So, he lets this go, but only for so long – you had barely recovered, after all. And besides, you’ll be back with a bounce in your step and a smile plastered like paint across your face.

So, he waits for a month. No sign you’re coming back, but this is probably due to your mental recovery. Scared and nervous. Yeah, that’s it, you’re just worried about coming back too soon. You just need some time.

The second month tested his patience, and frankly, he was losing it. So, he decided to leave little… reminders. Of the things you did, your gifts you sent to him waiting at your doorstep. Others would see it as a secret admirer trying to court you, rather than your former object of obsession bringing your sins to light. Ah, he wishes he could have seen the horror on your face the first time it happened.

He thought you would come back with your tail tucked between your legs like a good girl.

You never did.

So, physical appearances were needed.

It must have startled you, from the way you avoid his gaze to how you tried to stay out of sight. All done in vain, of course. It was amusing though, watching your moves, reports on your well-being given to him every two days. He was a bit of sadist at heart, so it was only normal for him to find enjoyment in your suffering and fear. He considers it adorable.

Which leads to now, sitting across from you at the tea house, hiding a smile behind his tea cup.

“My Lord… is there any specific reason you need me here? I’m sure someone as… important and busy as you aren’t exactly abled to make time for a commoner such as myself.” You bring out the differences in social standing and power, reminding him of the many possible scandals that are already up in the air, spreading like wildfire.

It wasn’t just your reputation that’s currently being harmed – his was also being threatened.

“No need to worry, I’m sure they would understand.” They wouldn’t, the other nobles most likely sneering and laughing at him from behind the scenes. Not that it matters, not when he has enough support from other political groups and even support from the Shogunate.

How amusing, getting support from just being acquaint with the Traveler. Favoritism always wins in the end.

You don’t counter it, instead taking another sip of your tea. The moment could almost be considered domestic if it weren’t for your unwillingness to be here. Blackmail too, far too used to use it as a last-minute resort. Again, not that it matters, not when it resulted in you being here, with him, across from him and only a hand-length distance away from him.

“But my Lord… if I may be so bold to speak, don’t you realize this is only opening a weakness? For example, ‘Ah, it’s that woman – Kamisato’s rather fond of her. Maybe we should take our chance’.”

“Something along those lines,” you continue, only pausing to take another sip of your tea. “And even if you keep me by your side, there will always be an opening.” You conclude with a strain smile, keeping yourself in check as much as possible. You had already spoken out against him, no doubt annoyed he brought you here, and had decided to speak your mind.

“(Last name).”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Loyal dogs don’t yap at their masters.”

You’re not left stunned, not even surprised by his comment. Ayato watches the way your eyes twitch, a frown pulling at your lips. But you keep your composure regardless – and he likes that about you. But he also enjoys – no, loves the way you squirm under him too. Which is why all he could do was smile at your response.

“Such a shame I am not a dog, then.”

#Genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere ayato #yandere ayato x reader #yandere ayato kamisato #yandere kamisato ayato x reader

[fortune-fool02]

Prompt #16 for Luis? :D

Luis Sera x female reader

Prompt 16 - Thunderstorm

Summary: A thunderstorm rolls in and Luis takes it upon himself to comfort his beloved.

Warnings: No spoilers for RE4 remake, fluff and comfort.

Thank you for the request! Google translate helped me with Luis' Spanish so forgive me if it's inaccurate. Translations are at the bottom. Please enjoy!

***

The soft crackle of the fireplace was hushed by the sound coming through the T.V, a cheesy romance movie that offered a little more entertainment than anything else on. Warm glows cast from the dancing flames filled the room, pushing shadows against the walls and over surfaces, joined by the few lit candles around them.

Luis smiled at his handiwork, setting down another blanket he brought from their bedroom, adding it to the little pile on the couch. He had heard on the weather forecast that a thunderstorm was approaching, and he wanted to be prepared for it. Personally, he didn't really mind thunderstorms, it was more for [Name]. Thunderstorms had always been a fear for her. Something that she couldn't help despite trying, and the second a crash of thunder is heard closeby, any sense of relaxation is snuffed out.

He quickly grabbed some snacks and set them out as well, to save any awkward fumbling about in the dark if the electric goes out. A deep rumble was heard, not too far away from the house. The storm was closer than he expected. The sound of a car coming to a stop inside their driveway caught his attention, a warm smile lifting his lips as he stood by the door entrance of the living room, waiting for his beloved.

A faint rattle of keys, the lock clicking and the door opening.

"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor." The warm smile melted into one of sympathy when he saw the flecks of fear in her eyes, her breathing a little quick while her body trembled lightly. Luis walked over, his arms wrapping around her and pulled her close. Her arms immediately wrapping around his body, latching onto him like a lifeline. The light trembles vibrating against him somewhat.

"Hey, shh, shh. It's okay, [Name]." He whispered, pressing light kisses on her head. "Come on, let me get your coat. You rest, eh?"

"Okay..." her voice was quiet, thin threads of unease stitched into her words before another thunderclap was heard, making her whole body tense, burying her head deeper into his chest. Luis simply stood there, gently soothing her before he got her coat off.

Holding onto his hand, [Name] followed him into the living room, noticing the candles and the fireplace humming with a comforting warmth that chased away any nipping coldness from the biting winds outside. Luis guided her to the couch and set her down, wrapping the blankets around her body. Not too tight but not too loose.

It was perfect. The gentle, soothing mix of golden oranges, reds and yellows mixing together like a sunset surrounding them both. The icy, howling winds and roaring thunders outside pushing to try and be heard, but Luis ensured it wouldn't be.

Moving a little bit, he settled himself behind [Name], some of the blankets draped along his legs and hips, nuzzling lightly against her neck and prepping soft kisses on her cheek and head, little ways to keep her grounded with him.

"Thank you, Luis." [Name] turned her head to look at him, a few strands of hair brushing over his face, a relaxed smile on his lips. Mist-grey eyes gazing down at her, swirling with such admiration and love for such a cold colour. She never grew tired of his eyes. Well, she never grew tired of Luis in general.

"Don't worry about it, princesa." His lips brushed along hers lightly and then closed the last few millimeters.

***

"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor - Welcome home, my love"

"Princesa - Princess"

#luis sera #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil remake #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake

[this-gay-tiefling]

A/N: The character of Ris'daer is not one of mine but from the extremely talented @mmothmanners here on tumblr. I absolutely adore their art and OCs and am currently (constantly) in a writing slump so I’m now trying to get out of it by writing about things I’m obsessed with. In this case: Ris’daer. Because I somehow got way too attached to this man. Good job. I think way too much about him. So you’ll probably end up getting random short stories about him and some of my OCs. Mostly my OC Talon cause he’s my baby but I’m really just ranting at this point. 

I hope everyone, and especially @mmothmanners enjoys this silly little thing, honestly it won't be too great but I gotta create something

Becoming friends (?)

Possibly pt.1 of many

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

~ ~

Talon wasn’t quite famous for being the most open person. Sure, he didn’t like most people and maybe his first idea of interaction was violence more often than not. But he prided himself on not discriminating between anyone. Age, Gender, Race. He treated everyone the same. 

So rest assured that the reason he didn’t like the bard wasn’t that he was a Drow but because the music was just annoying. Or maybe he just wasn’t able to deal with the bard’s undeniable enthusiasm for practically…everything.

It was late at night when Talon had put down his bags in the furthest corner of where they were camping, laying his head down on his bag, closing his eyes and tried to sleep.

Tried.

At least until he heard steps and someone flopping down next to him.

“Talon.”

Talon opened his eyes. “Bard.”

“I think I finally cracked it.” Ris’daer spoke with his usual happy mood that was, in Talon’s eyes, completely misplaced at this time and in this situation. 

Talon sighed quietly, realizing he wouldn’t get much sleep anymore, sitting up. “How interesting, Ris’daer. Please. Enlighten me”

Ris’daer completely ignored the obvious sarcasm. “I…” he made a dramatic pause. “Wrote you a song.”

“You wrote me a what now?”

“A song. Come on. I’m a bard. It’s what I do. And I feel like you have a lot of stories to tell.” he was quiet for a moment. “Even if you don’t actually…tell them.”

For multiple seconds Talon just looked at the Drow but he really did seem to be serious about it. “Why are you wasting your time like this? We have more important things to do.”

“I forgot you were allergic to having fun.” Ris’daer chuckled. 

“Some of us just can’t afford to–”

“Oh boohoo. I’m so dark and edgy. I don’t need friends. I stay alone in the darkness.” Ris’daer lowered his voice, performing a, not so inaccurate, mockery of Talon.

“...are you done yet?”

“Depends. Are you gonna let me play the song?”

Talon looked over what he could see from the camp, considering if he had some way out of it at this point. “Fine.” he eventually decided. “Just get it over with quickly.”

“No can do. Art needs time.” Ris’daer smirked.

“You can shove your art up your–”

“Shh. Don’t be so vulgar.” Ris’daer chuckled, playing a few notes on his lute and then properly starting to play a song, soon chiming in with some light singing.

And…it wasn’t like Talon liked it. 

Objectively it wasn’t bad.

When the bard finished with the song, he widely grinned. “Huh? Have I made you speechless?” 

Talon quickly focused back on the situation. “Not too bad. Although it does shine a bad light on me.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Who will want to hire me if they think I'm some big softie?” and for a moment Ris’daer could swear that he saw a small smile on the tieflings face.

“You are a big softie.” he grinned. “But fine. Next time I'll write one about you bathing in the blood of your enemies.”

“See that sounds more up my alley.” this time Ris’daer was sure that Talon was smiling even if it was just a little.

“I’ll start right up with brainstorming. How about you tell me about your most bloody battle, huh?” He hoped to get at least one story out of Talon.

Talon looked down at the Drow. “Nice try.”

“...damn I hoped that would work.” 

For a moment Talon was quiet before speaking up again.  “Did I tell you about the time I accidentally took down a cult?”

Immediately the bright shine that Ris’daer got when he was excited about something showed up again. “That’s what I’m talking about! Tell me everything!”

Okay.

So maybe Talon didn’t exactly hate the Drow.

And maybe he would be able to befriend the bard. He just wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to befriend the lute that came with it.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg #baldur's gate 3 oc #Talon Cromwell #Ris'daer #honestly i just need the motivation #and i love this bard #sorry if this isnt too good but like. i gotta create something

[thelost-in-time]

Hi, Anon, just a note before we start. I'm sorry, but Tumblr posted my unfinished thing for me, so I had to start it from scratch again so it's not posted half completed. That's why the ask isn't shown as an actual ask and it is a screenshot. Other than that, I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy this nonetheless

Hi, Anon! You absolutely can, dw ^^ Also, I hope you don't mind, but I've added Xiao and Zen for my own comfort reasons

I'll just separate each character with some sort of dividers, so it's no problem ^^

Hey, I'm here, okay?

How Childe, Diluc, Xiao, Saeran, Saeyoung and Zen comfort a reader with anxiety.

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, mental breakdowns, mentions of drowning and suffocation (comparison only), chest pain because of anxiety. Mysme is inaccurate bc I only finished Jumin and Jaehee's routes.

Reader is gn

Disclaimer: Everyone's anxiety is not the same. My anxiety may not be like yours. This post is based on my anxiety and how I hear my friends talk about their anxiety. Do NOT attack me over this. If you don't like how this turned out, move on instead of attacking me over it.

Genshin

Childe

He knows anxiety because he was in the Abyss at one point.

And he does have a family he needs to protect.

You have anxiety, but how severe your anxiety gets completely depends on your situation.

Sometimes your anxiety gets so bad that it's like you're drowning in an ocean, begging someone to save you.

Childe will be the one who will help you.

He has younger siblings, so he's learnt to be intuitive with the emotions of the ones he loves.

This includes you.

As far as Childe is concerned, you are part of his family.

Part of his world. I'll see myself out now.

So when Childe sees you placing a hand to your chest with a look of discomfort after a certain situation.

Chest pain caused by anxiety.

He knows.

He's quick to act.

He leads you away from the situation and pulls you into his arms, embracing you.

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I'm here. I'll try to help you feel better."

Anytime Childe sees your anxiety starting to build up, he has his gentle hold on you.

Hands caressing your arm, your back or your hands.

He's trying to help ease you a little.

If someone gave you a panic attack, then they'll come face to face with Childe's blade.

He is merciless to those who give you panic attacks, unless you ask him to show mercy.

"My love, how about later, we play with Teucer? He adores you."

Offers you anything to help you feel better, and Teucer's antics are one of them.

Because he knows about your anxiety, he always is prepared to take care of you.

Tries to ease your mind as best he can.

"But you'll never be alone."

Diluc

Master Diluc. Another one who had anxiety in the past after... events in his life.

Except, he wouldn't know about your anxiety unless you brought it up.

He didn't wanna assume anything, that's all, so he waited until you confirmed this with him.

When you do though, expect him to be prepared to help you at all times.

But sometimes, in the dead of night when Diluc is put and you're home alone, it's hell.

You're laying alone in your bed, thoughts swirling around your head.

And sometimes being alone with your thoughts aren't a good thing.

Negative thoughts flow into your mind, and suddenly, it's as if you're suffocating.

Trying to hold back the fiery hot tears that roll down your face, Diluc returns home to you.

"Something isn't right. I can feel it."

Rushes over to your room, not wanting to waste a single moment more.

And he finds you curled up in bed, gasping for air, having a breakdown.

Pulls you into his arms and holds you, making you rest your head on his chest.

"My love, listen to my voice, and my heartbeat. Don't think about anything else."

Tries to ground you by talking to you and letting you listen to the sound of his heart.

It hurts Diluc to see you like this, and he always does his best to ease your anxiety.

Anytime you feel your anxiety getting worse, Diluc is there.

He wraps his arms around you, or gives you his jacket if he can't hold you.

But he will drop everything to help you.

Will make you something to drink, like hot chocolate, tea, coffee, anything.

And if you need to fidget with something to ground your anxiety

Well, he buys you some sort of fidget toy.

Don't fight me. Those things help me through it sometimes bc my mind goes blank and I get grounded

Diluc also offers to do some relaxing activities with you to soothe your mind and your nerves.

"I'll be with you from dusk till dawn."

Xiao

Used to have anxiety as well. Have you not seen his karmic debt?

And yet you ground him when he needs you most.

So you better believe that he will return the favour tenfold.

He can see you're anxious with how you absent-mindedly tap your fingers against a surface.

He reaches out, holding your hand in his.

He has gotten used to initiating physical affection after seeing how happy you get.

When you're laying in bed at night, unable to sleep with thoughts swirling around your head.

Then Xiao will be the one to help you to bed.

Gives you a hoodie of his, helps you put it on actually, and helps you to bed.

Cuddles with you, whispering comforting words when your anxiety grows.

Takes you out on a walk through nature when your anxiety grows worse over days.

If you have allergies, he takes the path with less plants and stuff, but still amazing sights.

"I'm right here. I'll not leave your side. I'll help you get through this."

Anytime you start spiralling, he talks you through it, voice gentle and calm

Does all the things to soothe you that you do for him.

Never treats you as if you're incapable of doing things yourself though.

Lets you do things yourself unless you ask him for help, advising you to take it slowly.

Asks you to talk to describe some stuff to him when you're on the verge of breaking.

"What colour is the sky? What colour are my eyes? Can you match your breathing to mine?"

Alternatively asks you to count the number of objects backwards.

Basically find ten of one object, nine of another and so on.

Xiao mainly distracts you from what's growing your anxiety.

But he also gives you a lot of physical affection to help you calm down.

Super patient with you, despite seeming like an impatient person.

"Baby I'm right here."

Mystic Messenger

Saeran

Never played his or Saeyoung's routes, but he's my favourite from the two for some reason.

Saeran suffers anxiety even to this day. He has anxiety because of what he was subjected to.

So he understands you having anxiety.

Offers to introduce you to his psychologist so that your anxiety can also get a little bit better.

He knows it may not completely help, but he wants to help you even a little bit.

His psychologist helped him, so he's hoping you'll be helped as well.

However, if you're against the idea, he attempts to help you himself.

When you're feeling on the verge of an anxiety attack, he offers you to get ice-cream.

This man loves his ice-cream, so you don't even suspect its to help you.

Until it keeps happening when your panic attacks hit.

And if you're lactose intolerant? He finds an alternative that won't make you suffer.

Maybe he offers you some Honey Buddha Chips from Saeyoung's endless supply.

He likes stargazing with you, especially on nights when both your anxieties peak.

"The stars have a way of easing my anxiety. I hope it helps you as well."

Offers you his teddy bear to hold and cuddle when you're especially stressed during the day

Likes holding your hand. Feels it helps ground you both.

When your chest hurts, he gently squeezes your hand as a gentle reminder that he's there for you.

Times when your anxiety isn't as bad though, you can be certain to hear him say he's proud of you.

And when you recover from a panic attack, he still says he's proud of you.

Why? Because he knows how it feels.

"I'm proud of you. You're doing so well. You're managing, and that's great."

When you're calm, looks at you as if you're a work of art.

When you're breaking down, looks at you as if you're a delicate flower that needs care.

Always reminds you that he loves you, especially when you're super anxious.

"I'll hold you when things go wrong."

Saeyoung

Did you guys get married at the space station?

He's smart, but he's also stupidly oblivious.

So much for being a sentient boy.

I joke. In all honesty, he's probably trying to balance things, so he doesn't notice.

At first.

When he does notice you have anxiety (or when you finally tell him), he hugs you.

Holds you close, not saying anything for a few moments.

You think he's disappointed, and he is. Except it's in himself for not realising sooner.

After that? He pays close attention to you, not wanting you to spiral.

Anytime he sees someone about to prod at your anxiety to make it grow, he's there.

Pulls pranks on the person. Can't threaten them directly because he has a history.

When alone with the person who overwhelmed you, he's much less forgiving.

He is gentle, treating you as if you were a precious gem that could break.

Talks you through your nerves, cracking a few jokes to help you.

Alternatively though, he holds you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder or chest.

You know how he cosplays?

He will cosplay for you to see you smile.

Cosplays as your comfort character.

Which means he may not need to cosplay bc he knows his your comfort character here.

"Defender 707 will defend you from your anxiety!"

Suggests activities that could help you.

Go outside? Take a walk? Exercise? Cuddles? Video games?

Maybe not the last one. Unless it's a slow paced game that's calming.

Asks Vanderwood to cook for you to make sure you don't forget to eat.

"I'll be with you from dusk till dawn."

Zen

You know how he has a bunch of rehearsals to do and rarely has time for himself?

Yeah, he always has time for you.

So when you message him saying your anxiety is worse today, he drops everything to go to you. The directors can't say anything, fearing he may quit, and their project will flop.

When he arrives at home, he has your favorite snacks on hand, ready to spoil you.

But on other days, when you're both together, he likes going to quiet places with you.

This is because not only is he famous, but also because he doesn't want to overwhelm you.

Feeds you and makes sure you're hydrated because he knows you forget sometimes.

Another one who buys you fidget toys to help ease your anxiety.

"You know I'm here, right? You don't have to struggle through this alone."

Alternatively, if you ever feel like you're a burden because of your anxiety, he has something else to say.

"You're not my burden. I'll never drop you. In fact, I don't mind having you here. Please never think you're a burden."

Funnily enough, this man was my first love in mysme, but I never had the time to get his route rip

Keeps you away from the media in fear of your anxiety worsening.

He wants to introduce you as his romantic partner, but he doesn't want any hate comments to you.

Also scared the attention will maybe make your anxiety worse.

So he keeps things between you both alone.

"God made a mistake when making us. I'm too beautiful and you're too perfect."

Smack him /j Just let him know you're fine when you're fine.

And let him know when you're not fine

Leaves you little notes around your house that tells you how much he loves you

Alternatively (again), if he's unable to come to you when you're anxious.

He has voice notes prepared to ground you, and notes (again) to ground you.

Is proud to have you as his romantic partner, and just wants you to be okay.

Likes spoiling you as well. Acts of service and gift giving. Wants to reward you for being so strong.

"Baby I'm right here."

End

Reblogs and friendly comments are welcome.

#xiao x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #saeran x reader #saeyoung x reader #zen x reader #xiao x you #childe x you #diluc x you #hyun ryu x reader #mysme x reader #xiao x gn reader #diluc x y/n #childe x gender neutral reader #mystic messenger x reader #xiao x y/n #diluc x gender neutral reader #childe x y/n #mystic messenger x y/n #genshin x reader

[vulgarvixxen]

11.“shh, you can take it. you're doing so well.”

-🧪

The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout

Shout out to @supersecretsmutside for helping me pick a ship and concept when I was too overwhelmed by the possibilities. This prompt is frankly too delicious and I couldn’t settle on how to use it!

Warnings: 18+, spider!virgil, Inaccurate spider anatomy, sounding, frotting, oviposition/eggpreg, dub-con(consent for the future is given later), lmk if I missed any

It was nice having Patton on display all the time and getting absolutely pounded by his giant cock but for Virgil it was having an annoying drawback. His spider half was “female” and being bred was making him need to lay a clutch, unfortunately Thomas didn’t know much about spider mating habits so instead of just laying the eggs in a nice little bundle of web he needed to insert them somewhere warm first. Virgil had held back for so long but now he absolutely needed to lay in someone or the clutch would be lost, his instincts wouldn’t allow that. He could go to one of the other dark sides but neither one of them had the body heat his eggs needed. Logan would love to experience the process for science but he has been so upset lately that he might not be able to enjoy it…maybe next clutch. Roman probably wouldn’t mind but he was busy helping Thomas with work for the next script, and…and Patton would likely be grossed out by having spiders inside of him, even if they were his babies. Bother Logan or scare Patton away? Ugh why was his life so difficult!?

So deep in his anxious debating Virgil doesn’t notice when another person comes up behind him until there are arms around his waist and a thick package rutting against his back, if he wasn’t so horny from the hormones urging him to lay he would have been startled. Now though? He twists in the other’s grip and claims their mouth in hot open-mouthed kisses. Even clothes the frotting spurs on his need, mating out in the open didn’t feel safe so as the two continue to get hot and heavy they sink out into Virgil’s bedroom. They land on the plush bed and for the first time since they started Virgil notices the bright blue Georgette cloth used as a wrap skirt, of course Patton would be the one to find him in such a state! He makes quick work of getting his ovipositor out of his pants and unknotting Patton’s skirt, the drive of his instincts causing his mouth to water at the sight of the thick long cock that filled him with such delicious hot seed. Later he will wonder if he’s venomous like Janus because Patton becomes putty under him, lax and pliable as he takes the other’s throbbing erection and starts to slide into it.

Oh! It’s so warm and tight around his thin appendage, his natural slime-like secretion letting him glide in without difficulty. “Hung!” Patton chokes on a confused gasp at the new feeling, he’s never been penetrated before and had never imagined his first time being like this. The farther Virgil goes the better it feels to be so incredibly full, the weird purple stuff oozing out with his pre cum tingles the same way Virgil’s mouth is, it’s like heaven. Virgil pulls back just a little to get more coating inside the other’s cock before he starts pushing all the way in, stopping only because he reached residence. Patton is underneath him moaning and sobbing from the pressure keeping him from cumming, a now clawed hand brushes away his tears, “s͟h͟h͟,͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟ ͟c͟a͟n͟ ͟t͟a͟k͟e͟ ͟i͟t͟.͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟'͟r͟e͟ ͟d͟o͟i͟n͟g͟ ͟s͟o͟ ͟w͟e͟l͟l͟.͟”͟ the spider side rumbles affectionately as he nibbles little love bites along his mates chest, coaxing his to relax so the appendage will keep going. Some more tingling kisses and backing out for the slime to build up let’s Virgil press on with just a wet pop and a shiver of bliss running up Patton through his cock.

Now inserted to his base and inside the hottest part he can get in his mate Virgil lets his cluster work their way through the ovipositor, the eggs are the size of the small beads (8/0) and slip easily into their father. Shallow thrusts force a bundle of eggs into their resting place and finally the deed is done, their brood is being warmed and are safe for the short time they need to incubate and Virgil has a whimpering mewling mess of a mate under him begging for more. With his human mind becoming clearer without the need to lay he can help his mate enjoy their time connected even more. He slides most of the way out and begins to slowly slide in just to pull back out just a bit, sounding Patton’s cock with his still inflated ovipositor. Shaking and moaning in pleasure, Patton hardly has time to call out a broken “close” before he’s cumming on Virgil’s appendage and he can feel the now slightly bigger eggs (5/0) pushing up out of him.

The barely still inflated ovipositor is marbled in translucent purple and pearly white that makes Virgil’s dick hard in knowing that he made his mate feel good but the throaty moans still coming from his mate mean the process isn’t done yet. Weaving together a cone of his silk Virgil starts pumping Patton’s cock, milking out the eggs and mixture of their cum into the soft safe silk. “Virgie, it feels so nice. Like I get to keep cumming and cumming, those little beads rub inside so perfectly. Virgie, honey, baby, can we do this more? Love feeling you inside me so close!” The heart babbles as he watches the last of the objects leave him and his body goes limp on the bed. Virgil nuzzles him and closes the web up around their clutch. “You keep fucking me all the time and I’ll keep making babies to fill you up with.” He purrs in response. Patton gasps, “babies?! Oh gosh we’re parents, of course I’ll give you more children! As many as you want honey!” The enthusiasm is appreciated as the idea of more healthy broods make the animalistic side of Virgil preen at having such a providing mate.

“So many, Pop-star, I want so many. But I might not be able to always go to you for incubation, is that alright?” Some of his normal anxiety is bleeding back in as his post sex high and animal need wanes, the idea of his mate rejecting him in some way is settling into his mind. “Of course baby, I want to help you with our…eggs? But even I know I can’t be there all the time! Lo-Lo and Remus will want to help for sure and I know Roman loves feeling useful, do what you need to bring those spidery little kiddos into the world!” If he could move Patton would be snuggling his emo sweetheart and peppering kisses all over his face but Virgil was fidgeting with their loving bundle and sleepiness was dragging Patton under anyway.

“Cuddle me? After you put the kids to bed?”

“Yeah, I can use some cuddles after that too.”

*(8/0) is very small and (5/0) is about twice that and barely smaller that a standard poni bead

#himbo patton #nsfs virgil #nsfs patton #nsfs moxiety #spider!virgil #oviraptor #eggpreg #minors dni #frotting #🧪 anon #from prompt list #hung pat au

[catgirlkirigiri]

[studies your art style under a microscope] you are used to draw So Much undertale fanart back in the day

SHUT UP. YOURE RIGHT BUT SHH IT WAS SO BAD….. hold on let me find the one I was proud of for years. (First pic. This took six minutes to find) This was the pinnacle of art for me from august 11 2016 til like… mid 2018 I wanna say. Chicken smoothie says this took me 3 hours but I said it took a day and a half and those timers are known to be horribly inaccurate. Speaking of mid 2018 I also have a speedpaint of Asriel on my YouTube from then (Second pic. I can put the link in the replies too I guess)

#zoracontent #answers #animevillainscourge

[actualnymph]

I get distracted way too easily I was vacuuming the house and I stopped to look at my phone for like two seconds and literally half an hour later I was on amazon dot com reading reviews for weaving looms while in mid-vacuum pose :/

#me: oh this loom is so sexy...too bad its like $150 tho 😩 #i saw this gorg loom to make rugs and big blankets on and it was 1k...wish i was in ancient times and i could just weave all day and go out #swordfighting with friends when i needed a break 😔 #anyway. i absolutely am posting abt grandmotherly activities on main!!!! #(yes ik i am being historically inaccurate shh let me have this) #no but looms are so expensive!!! even the small ones :/ kill me #making a rug or a big blanket with a loom...oh boy!!! #i just knit blankets ft make the occasional quilt rn but imagine having a loom as opposed to like knitting needles!!! #t

[needleandhammer]

Fruition

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader

Word Count: 6216

Summary: You're the Governor's daughter and you've caught the eye of Boston's most eligible bachelor.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Unprotected sex. P in v. Reader's first time having sex. Cunnilingus. Dub con. Possessive!Ransom. Sort of Dark!Ransom. Historically inaccurate. Slight breeding kink. 18+ only!

A/N: Period au. I kept the time period and nobility ranking real vague because I'm not about to research and actually world-build a mashed 19th century American colonies and Victorian period au :D It's not quite as dark!Ransom as I had intended, mostly soft. Inspired by Bridgerton, yes. And the amazing debauchery of @stargazingfangirl18 for their Soft Dark 5k challenge. Congrats and thank you for such amazing stories!

Yet another season of balls, picnics, and courtship.

“Have you heard the news? The young Drysdale is to be named heir to the Thrombey estates.”

“That makes him heir to both Thrombey and Drysdale legacies.”

“Do you think he’s in search of a wife?”

“It’s Drysdale we’re talking about. The only thing he’s in search of is someone to warm his bed for one night.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. All that inheritance must require a wife to keep in order.”

“I wouldn’t mind warming his bed even for one night.”

“Shh! That’s scandalous!”

You heard your name and looked up to see your friend Vincenza approach. “Have you heard? Drysdale is to be—“

“Must I endure an entire evening of talk about that boorish man?”

She giggled at your complaint. “But it’s the talk of the city. Lord Thrombey has replaced his own son with his grandson as heir. And…” She glanced around, leaning close to you to whisper. “I heard that the transfer of inheritance was all due to Drysdale’s uncle’s inability to produce a child.”

Your brow folded, unsure whether such a decision was fair. “Well it’s not our business, Vinnie.”

“But that’s the thing!” Her whisper grew breathless with excitement. “It’s all of our business. Well, those of us not determined to narrow our marriage choices in the name of love.” She shook her head at you with good nature. “If Drysdale is to produce an heir, he needs a wife! It’s certain that all the available ladies of Boston will be trying to earn his favor.”

You sighed as Vinnie hooked her arm around your elbow, both of you weaving slowly through the ballroom.

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to this, hearing gossip about the infamous Drysdale son, the eldest grandson to the retired Lord Thrombey. How such a noble scholar could be related to the notorious heartbreaker sometimes stretched your comprehension. And even more ridiculous, autumn found you as Drysdale’s target for humiliation. You knew such a flirt had no intentions of settling down, yet, he had endeavored to make sure he danced with you at every ball thus far this season, and even called on you at your city townhome. You were quick to inform him that you were uninterested, yet he seemed unbothered. In fact, upon your firm rejection, Drysdale seemed to make it his goal to visit your brother as often as possible - as the two were college pals - ensuring you encountered him several times a week. Drysdale was not outright courting you, but he made his attentions evident to you. Most frustrating of all, he seemed to have a knack for cornering you under the guise of innocently keeping his friend’s sister company. It irked you that your family could not see what you saw.

You caught sight of your brother waving at you, so you led Vinnie in his direction.

Perhaps Vinnie was correct and you were closing doors that were better left open in the opulent realm of nobility courtship. Your chances of marrying for love were slim, but that didn’t mean you could not at least try to maneuver your way closer to those slim chances. Even in Boston’s ruthless high society of meddling mothers, envious debutantes, and arrogant “gentlemen.” But you were the Governor’s first-born daughter – beauty praised by all, poised and sharp, and most accomplished at a number of activities thanks to the Governor and your mother encouraging a diverse array of talents since you were young. Theirs was a happy and long marriage resulting in five children, and supported by a successful political career that you were proud to celebrate. You had no doubt that no matter the pressures of society, your parents would support you if you opposed an incompatible proposal in your search for the right person.

As long as you navigated the nobility’s courtship rituals with the wits you inherited from your own mother, there should be no reason you should lose the romantic interests of countless eligible bachelors, or heaven forbid, fall upon a scandal that may prevent a proposal of love.

Well, there was one reason you might end the season in scandal, by way of delivering a swift knee to the vulnerable private area of one particularly irritating gentleman in full public view of hundreds of good folk who have gathered to enjoy the Senator’s autumn ball. Alas, you were not going to bring that kind of shame to your parents.

The particular reason, the gentleman who irritated you so, was currently greeting your elder brother quietly, whilst his penetrating gaze remained on you. Determined not to be ruffled by his attention, you kept your shoulders back and chin high, sweeping your eyes through the crowd and dancers.

Your attention returned to your group of family and friends when your hand was captured. By him. Hugh Ransom Drysdale Thrombey.

“My, don’t you look breath-taking. It is my pleasure to get to see you tonight, Miss Y/L/N.” Drysdale’s eyes flowed down your form, and much to your chagrin, his smirk widened. No doubt the warm flush on your bare collar would be apparent to him.

You couldn’t help yourself, with those glowing azure eyes of his so clearly admiring your figure. The man was completely inappropriate.

“Yes, it surely is.” You offered a pursed barely-there smile and tugged your hand. He tightened his grip upon your fingers, raising them to meet his lips. You cursed yourself for choosing the delicate lace gloves this evening, as you felt his warm breath feather through the lace onto your skin. He deliberately kept his lips upon your fingers for longer than necessary, curved in that signature smirk.

“Mr. Drysdale, if I may have my hand back. I must obtain a beverage for my sister.”

Mischief twinkled back at you from his eyes. “Allow me to accompany you. I’m sure your brother and mother would both enjoy a drink,” he was quick to close down the objection posed on your lips.

Your brother thanked Drysdale with a clap on his shoulder and motioned for you to go on. You could only give Vinnie a frown as she preened at you with excitement. You proceeded without protest, knowing your brother’s attention was occupied, searching for a Miss Amarea Dane, whom you were certain you would welcome as sister-in-law very soon.

You smiled quietly to yourself, once again dreaming of following in your brother’s footsteps and finding a match so certain and true, so compelled by love and affection, rather than simply honor and title. To think, it had been Drysdale who had introduced the couple.

Suddenly, a man backed up straight into your path. You couldn’t avoid stumbling aside and directly into the arms of Drysdale.

“Watch yourself, Chen. Maybe go easy on the wine,” Drysdale called to the man who raised an empty glass at him with a laugh.

You attempted to straighten up, aware you were surrounded by several people and had just fallen into the embrace of Drysdale, who was notorious for seducing the city’s ladies.

“Let go,” you insisted quietly, dropping your gaze to your wrist which he held on to.

Drysdale gave you stern glance and led you close behind him, keeping his grasp on you hidden as he pulled you through the room.

When the two of you made it beyond the side entrance, you tried retrieving your hand.

“Mr. Drysdale, let go.” You had not wanted to draw attention with so many guests around you. You would die of embarrassment to allow anyone to see Drysdale’s hand on yours beyond the required polite greeting.

“Come, my lady. You cannot blame me for wishing to acquire your attention all to myself.”

“You are being most inappropriate.” You huffed as he pulled into the gardens. “Let go of me this instant.”

“So eager to return to your suitors? I’m sure I saw at least five gentleman who have called on you this month.”

“How can you know of the gentlemen who have called on me?” You dug your heels into the gravel, drawing up short when Drysdale stopped and rounded on you.

“Well, Barber makes no secret of his admiration for you. Or that idiot colonel’s son? And that Wilson fellow makes such noise at the gentlemen’s club about his intent to propose.”

You smiled at his apparent crossness. “Are you tracking my proposals? Are you requesting a fee for updating me about the intentions of my suitors?”

Drysdale stepped closer, his sharp jawline clenched. “So you’re pleased then?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” You bit back a gasp when he tugged you forward, his hands on your waist which pressed against his front. “If you don’t let go—“

“What will you do?” His smirk returned and your fists pushed against the solid muscle of his arms. “What would you do?” He asked again, dipping his face close to yours. “If someone saw the Governor’s honorable eldest daughter, the pearl of the city, alone in the dark with a man?”

“How dare you? You better let go or my brother –“

“Would only be too happy to welcome me into the family.”

You did not miss his meaning. If you were discovered in this position by anyone, your brother would demand that your honor be redeemed by marriage to Drysdale. As handsome as the man was, you had no wish to pair the rest of your life with a man who flirted with dozens of women each season and broke just as many hearts.

“Well I am certain, sir, he would never force me to marry someone so crude as yourself. He is familiar with your outrageous behavior, so he knows you would make an ill match and I would never consent to it.” You tried leaning back from Drysdale, feeling a growl work from his chest. You couldn’t show him fear, no. You had enough of this man making your life miserable just because he was bored.

He didn’t relent, his palms flexing around your waist tighter. “You think that just because your father protects you, you are beyond the pressures, the claws of people of our standing?” He chuckled darkly. “I assure you, if it was between your happiness and ensuring your family avoids falling from grace, your parents would not hesitate to throw you to the wolves, to sacrifice your childish dreams in order to uphold their status. That’s what you’re searching for, isn’t it? Behind that pretty face are the same silly fancies as all the other girls. Dreams of love.”

“I don’t expect you to understand, so mock me all you want.” You continued struggling, determined to not back down from his burning gaze, but drawing short of breath all the same to have him so close. “Everyone knows you’re too busy fooling around and playing with women who, yes, want to find love. I only pity them for believing you have the ability to give that to them.”

He whispered your name low in warning, his voice sending a flutter down your stomach. You arranged a fierce scowl at him.

“It’s the truth. All you care about are your family’s riches and living like you have no responsibility to your community. Well, go on. Find some poor woman and give your family an heir so you can secure your fortune and continue your wild ways in comfort. But rest assured, I’d rather be thrown to wolves than end up paired with a man like you.”

Your squeak of shock was cut short when Drysdale crashed his mouth on yours. He molded your lips, swallowing your gasp as he sucked your lower lip. You felt suffocated with an intense heat blossoming from your stomach and growing further as you sensed the wet lick of his tongue.

Drysdale knew every time he pushed your buttons he got to enjoy your soft features lighting up just the way he liked; and at the same time he suffered your blatant disdain. For months he had told himself he was only after some entertainment in the form of your admittedly beautiful displeasure directed at him to liven up the droll season. Yet, here he was, unable to restrain himself from touching you, your warm smile haunting his thoughts, the silk of your skin an insufferable craving that occupied him at every hour.

You tried to twist out of his arms, but he held you pressed against him, a soft whimper from you further igniting his desire to wrap you up and make sure no other man witnessed you like this. Breathless. Vulnerable. So, so sweet, just as he imagined you would be.

You were unsure how to respond, failing to escape from his hold. So you fought back with your mouth, lips pushing against his, much to Drysdale’s delight. He barely allowed you to draw breath as he tilted his head, hand caressing the back of your neck to keep you close, quickly sneaking his tongue into the hot cavern of your mouth. He felt you tremble at his invasion, your hands gripping his jacket. He opened his eyes, appreciating the moon’s gleam on your cheek, your lashes fluttering. Despite your drawn brow, he could tell you were no longer opposed to his ministrations. He groaned when your tongue whirled against his.

It was the familiar quiver in your core that struck you and had you thrashing until you had pushed Drysdale away. You could not allow this man to awaken desires within you. You covered your mouth, panting, feeling tears sting your eyes.

You heard your name from him.

“Don’t!” You kept your face hidden with a hand, as though you could hide what had just happened. “Don’t every come near me again, Drysdale.”

“You can’t mean that.”

You stepped back before he could reach you. “I’m sorry. I am to call you Thrombey now, correct? You’ve inherited a title and doubled your worth. Well, don’t for one second think that makes me care for you.”

You rushed out of the garden, praying he wouldn’t catch up. Drysdale breathed deep. Your words stung him.

He shook himself, making a vow. Darling, you’re not getting away from me.

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No, no, this could not be happening. It was still early in the day and your life was ruined. Or, it would be very soon.

“If you don’t accept my proposal, I will ensure that the whole city hears about your little moonlight tryst with Drysdale. We all know he’s not the type to step up for a woman’s honor. So you’ll be left with a scandal and no further suitors, you can be sure of it.”

That was the threat from Mr. Mildred, the colonel’s son who creeped on the edges of parties and was known to mistreat the help of his household.

You couldn’t stand the thought of marrying Mildred. Yet, what were your options? Your parents would heed your wishes, but the shame of a scandal would be hard for your family to recover from. You father’s reelection might even be impacted. Boston may be a modern city but progress was slow when it came to the rules of courtship amongst upper social circles. And your marriage prospects, well, very few bachelors would come calling once they heard you described as a loose woman.

It had been too much to hope that no one witnessed what happened in the garden.

You stood, restless and angry with yourself. How could you have melted into Drysdale’s touch? That was just as agonizing to you as Mildred’s words. Ever since you first met Drysdale, heard of his leisurely bachelor ways and his aversion to marriage and family, you had vowed to never fraternize with anyone of his nature. He was everything you did not want for a stable, loving family and spouse.

So many months, you had been forced to hear him mock you with pleasantries, intrude on your homely comforts, charm your mother and sisters, monopolize your brother’s time. And yet. His broad form hovering close to you as you practiced pianoforte. His many glances with those sky blue eyes during park strolls. The low purr of his voice that followed you into your dreams. Drysdale had managed to worm his way into your subconscious. At one point, you had thought he was tolerable, kind, and perhaps capable of sincerity; but that night in the garden had shown you his true colors.

Two days later, you fared no better. Your mother summoned you into the parlor, sharing that she had encountered Mr. Mildred at a tea party and he mentioned a dreadful whisper he believed to be about you and a gentleman together without chaperones in the Senator’s garden.

Had Mildred run out of patience already? Your mother’s tight frown was your answer. You apologized profusely, tears escaping as you tried to hold yourself together in the presence of someone you had sworn never to disappoint.

Apparently, Mildred informed your mother that such a whisper had not spread far, but he could not be certain of preventing its spread.

You were interrupted by the house maid, bringing a letter to your mother informing of a dinner visit.

The rest of your day, your head ached with the decision you had to make. Drysdale would not be affected by the gossip but you would not remain unscathed for long. Even with the respect your father received as Governor, your prospects grew slimmer than ever. Yet you could not accept a sacred vow of lifelong marriage to the conniving Mildred.

And Drysdale, well, you told yourself you would not entertain the idea. You had rejected his advances once already. You told yourself he had only courted you to add to his conquests and he only continued to antagonize you to alleviate his boredom.

It wasn’t until you entered the dining room that you realized your mother’s dinner guests were the Drysdales, including Lord Thrombey. You lowered yourself into a seat next to your sister, forcing a smile at Lady Drysdale before her strident tones returned to a conversation with your mother. Movement to your other side prompted you, but your smile fell flat to see Ransom Drysdale beside you. He only nodded to you, though you caught his eyes glinting with purpose before he turned to your brother.

It was halfway through dinner that Drysdale made the announcement. He had requested your father’s permission and was proposing to you this very night.

You scarcely noted your two families’ reactions, excusing yourself from the table and winding up in the dimly lit back yard of your home.

“Why?” you asked as soon as you heard footsteps behind you. Turning to Drysdale, you demanded, “Why are you doing this?”

He watched you, eyes dark and framed by thick lashes. His jaw tensed and then he stepped up to you, looking down at you.

“As you said. I have to earn my inheritance. I need an heir for my grandfather. For that to happen, I need a wife.”

You shook your head, his words striking at your heart.

“You’ll do just fine, I suppose,” he finished.

“No!” You shoved at his chest, barely swaying him. “You don’t get to do this. This is my life.”

“I heard what Mildred was going to do,” he said, swallowing hard. “If I didn’t propose, you’d have to marry him. Or –“

“I would deal with the gossip however I see fit! How could you come to my home and propose in front of our entire families. How could you—“

He wrapped his hands around your biceps, dragging you close. “You can’t say no.”

Helpless, you could only silently deny his ruthless words with an anguished shake of your head.

“You can’t say no to me. No matter what you tell yourself about how merciful your lovely society friends will be. We both know if you don’t accept my proposal…” He glanced away with a chuckle before eying you, his grin cocky, sneering. “And don’t even bother thinking you might escape from this by actually marrying Mildred. He’ll back off as soon as he hears the new Lord Thrombey has proposed. Either way, looks like you’re not going to the wolves.”

One hand grasped your neck and jaw, drawing your lips to his. He could sigh with relief. He had not been able to rest ever since tasting you.

“Drysdale –“

“Ransom,” he whispered, rubbing his lips to yours before reclaiming them in a deeper kiss that consumed all of your senses. You couldn’t gather your wits to question how he managed to force all thoughts from your mind. Surely your anger was the source of the sparks lit in your breast as you felt his tongue sweep into your mouth roughly. You sagged against him. Ransom’s lips released you, trailing along your skin.

“Call me Ransom.” His order came firm as he dropped kisses down the corner of your mouth to your ear. It pained him to be the cause of your tears, but he would be damned if he let that weasel Mildred sully your name, or get to twist his fingers in your dark tresses, learn your curves, taste your lips. No, Ransom would be your villain.

“R-Ransom,” you gasped out, so aware of his body heat rolling against you, his thick arms encircling you.

“Accept my proposal.” He knew he had crushed his very slight chances of being on the receiving end of your kind heart, forcing your hand like this.

He pressed his forehead to yours, warm hands framing either side of your face. His thumbs stroked away your tears, and you were struck by the earnest plea in his eyes.

"Alright."

He took a deep breath and stepped back from you, his face a cool mask. "Let us inform our families."

This may be another game to him, an easy means to an end. For you, it wasn’t a choice.

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You made it through your short engagement and overly grand wedding by devoting your entire energy to convincing your family that you were the eager, blushing bride. You offered minimal answers as your dear sister asked about how Drysdale – no, how Ransom had claimed your heart. You dutifully picked out wedding bouquets with your mother and responded to the well wishes of your father’s friends.

All the while, your busy schedule served as an excuse to avoid your groom-to-be. With middling success. Now that he had claimed your hand, and more, proved your dreams were all for naught, he couldn’t resist reminding you to your face how naïve you had been. Worse, he took advantage of his status as your fiancé.

He took the opportunity at every lunch to sit close to you and toss that triumphant smirk your way. He invited you to the park with your family, leading you ahead and lacing his fingers through yours as he put on a show of holding you steady upon the walkways. He played the love-struck bachelor, dragging you between the far shelves of your father’s library and exploring your mouth with a frenzy that left you dizzy. Your resistance was no match for his determination to overpower you, to flaunt his victory. Yet, you could almost see the arrogant curl of his mouth morphing with each kiss as his eyes softened. And each time, you grew more hopeless - conflicted - as his touch grew familiar, satisfying a part of you which you could not control. You were truly out of your depth when it came to Ransom.

It mattered not. You could not take back your word. The Governor’s daughter that you were so proud to be could not collapse in your own despair. As far as anyone was concerned, you and Ransom had both discovered an unlikely, passionate love for one another and wished very badly to wed.

You should have been exhausted after the early day of wedding celebration you had endured with Ransom, the incomparably handsome and gallant groom. And after many hours riding out to Halifax, the Thrombey country home. Your new home.

But a new challenge was upon you this late night - your wedding night. At least, that had been your sole problem up until Ransom had deposited you in your marital chamber and excused himself. You had absentmindedly, nervously, glided around the room to admire the woodwork. Only to notice a parchment corner peeking from the drawer of an antique desk. Which led you to open the drawer and pluck at the papers with your name upon them.

The pearl of the city. An apt title, yet it fails to define your beauty, Y/N…

…Is it a gift or a curse that I should be visited with visions of your sweet face as I sleep…

Barry speaks highly of you, his sister, and your affinity for family, your desire for a true love. A shame that such an exquisite soul should be beyond my grasp. No, I have earned this torture. I could never deserve you, nor offer you what you deserve…

So many lines speaking of admiration for your character, yearning to learn what would be worthy of your affections, admissions that you were too sweet, too good to be burdened with him. Words hinting of curiosity, of desire for a future with you, a family unlike the one he grew up with.

…I can only laugh at myself for daring to dream God might have mercy on me and lead me into your arms, and lead us to the dreams you and I share…

The sound of the door swinging open had you looking up to meet Ransom’s gaze. He slowed in his entrance, seeing the pile you clasped in hand.

“Those are mine,” he said, voice tight. His hands curled with your big eyes shining upon him full of question.

“My name is on them. They’re mine,” you countered.

“Forget them,” he commanded. “They are only…”

“Fancies? Silly dreams of…love?” you asked. “You’re a talented writer.” You smiled seeing his flushed cheeks, his averted, shy grimace.

“I used to sit with my grandfather for long hours. Reading. Discussing stories.”

“Did your grandfather also help you practice writing love letters?”

He smiled without mirth. “No. I figured I wanted to make a fool of myself so I documented foolish musings.”

You closed the distance between you. Your face was uplifted, beseeching Ransom to meet your eyes. He could not ignore your presence, attention intense on him and almost more than he could bear.

“Is there truth in these words?” you asked quietly, careful not to spook this man, this loud, cocky man who had presented you with such a convincing disdain for anything sincere.

“It does not matter.”

“It matters. Because you chose me.” You pressed your fingertips to his lip, stopping his protest. Ransom closed his eyes for moment, barely believing you were touching him of your own will. He breathed in your perfume, disoriented by your proximity, your discovery. “Why did you never…?”

“Because I’ve always known such things were childish. My own parents proved to me a long time ago love has little value in a family.”

You shook your head in protest of such cynicism. But the bitter turn of his mouth reminded you of various instances in his family's presence - his parent's demand for recognition and power, his uncle scoffing at expressions of kindness.

“Because I felt foolish for even wanting something different. You were right. Anyone would be lucky to avoid me and my family. We’re a sham. There’s nothing beneath the surface for my parents and they’ve taught me well.”

“There’s more,” you insisted.

“Well then I’m a coward because I can’t bring myself to go in search for more. You were right. I am content with my family’s fortune. I would have been fine growing old alone, but I had to trap you with me. Now, you won’t achieve your marriage of love, your desire for a warm family.”

You cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “I was the coward.” You drew him down, closing your eyes and pressing your foreheads together. “I saw more in you, but I was afraid. Afraid of risking my heart, afraid I might achieve the very thing that I have been yearning for.”

He whispered your name. You hushed him.

“Tell me. Do you truly love me?”

His breath feathered against your lips. “I love you.” There was such a raw vulnerability in his confession.

“Then that is all that matters. You and I will build the family we dreamed of. I promise.”

Like your vow had snipped him loose of his control, he yanked you in and kissed you hard.

“Be mine,” he murmured between sucks of your lips, drinking you in. “Give me all of you, and I swear, love, I’ll be your family. I’ll give you anything.”

You believed him. Cupped his head in yearning. “Yes. Yes, Ransom.”

His hands tugged impatiently at your gown, dragging the outer layers down. Long fingers pulled at your skirts. You worked at undoing his vest and shirt. Your hands trembled to feel his bare skin, the tickle of chest hair and such warmth emanating against you as he drew you close. You gasped to feel his hands squeezing your curves through your thin shift, seeking with greed for more. He walked you both to the bed and placed you in the middle, laid out for him as he had dreamt for months.

His touch dipped under your shift, setting your heart racing. As his mouth danced lower, he growled, tearing the top of your shift to expose your bare tits and mouth hungrily at them. You couldn’t stop wriggling, clutching around his neck and shoulders, arching up to his tongue that flicked a nipple before sucking.

“I’ve wanted you so long. Want to taste you.”

Before you knew it, you felt him panting at the delicate flesh between your legs, no article of clothing remotely hiding your body from him. He stopped you from closing your thighs, fingertips bruising as he held you open and licked broad stripes at your sex. You had never imagined such sensations, such a heat as Ransom so thoroughly pulled you apart with his mouth.

He watched through his lashes as you writhed, testing what you enjoyed most. His tongue teased at your entrance and then breached you to lash your inner walls. Your sharp cry had him groaning as his hard cock begged for friction. Your gasps bordered on sobs and he needed to see you fall off that edge.

His lips closed around your increasingly wet petals, shaking his head back and forth and sucking hard. When his teeth scraped your clit, your mouth froze open, your back arched off the bed and locked in feverish pleasure. Your rapture pulsed through you as he pressed his tongue flat to your throbbing bud.

“Darling, look at you.” How glorious you looked, soft and panting. Ransom climbed forward to kiss you, sharing the earthy tang of your pleasure. You hummed into his mouth, still drifting in a hazy cloud.

“Look at me, love,” he whispered. You opened your eyes. He watched you, lust and joy burning in his gaze. “You’re mine.”

You nuzzled his nose, whispered, “I’m yours.” Your breath left you as his cock, thick and insistent, pressed into you, pushing in and in until you felt nothing but full.

His lips never stopped kissing your face, your jaw, your mouth. As if he could tell the very instant the sting receded for you, Ransom moved, thrusting shallow. You found yourself wrapped around him, clinging as you had never been so desperate for another person before.

His moans and grunts joined you as he sped up. Everything he was doing, his hips clapping your thighs, his weight caging you, rekindled the thrill in you, the pleasure mounting more when he managed to slide his hand between you and swipe at your clit. You keened, unable to beg him to finish you off, but you knew he would do it. Knew he wouldn’t stop. His mouth sucked at your neck and he angled his thrust just so. You were lost to the world, grinding up against Ransom, chasing the pleasure that crackled from your core. Ransom nearly crushed you to the mattress as his rhythm rose to a frantic end and he released his seed through his swelling cock to fill you.

Your name rasped from him as he ground his hips into you with the instinctual need to ram his seed into your womb.

Long hours later, after Ransom’s need to claim you again resulted in multiple releases for you both, when you had caught your breath, you let him wind his naked form around yours.

You drifted off to his sleepy murmurs of, “I’m yours.”

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A month later and Ransom maintained firm control of your attentions, both mental and physical. He seemed intent on desecrating every room of the vast country home. One afternoon, the two of you had toured the family’s art collection. He had lured you into an alcove to view a Verocchio sculpture. You ended up with his face buried between your legs under the sculpture’s shadow, biting your fist to quiet your moans as Ransom’s tongue thrust into you. Right before you came, he slipped out from your skirts, bunching them at your waist and pushing you up against the wall. Your faced pressed into his neck with relief to feel his cock stretch you. Opened you up with rough jolts as your legs drew tight around him. His hips snapped urgently, quickly blazing flames within you until your explosive climax overwhelmed you. He fucked you until he came, biting your shoulder as he rutted hard to push his release deep into you, until you were overfilled and his spend seeped out and trailed between the two of you to mix with your own juices.

Tonight, his desire for you was unrestrained. Already, he had kissed and licked what seemed like every inch of your skin. Your release dripped from you and into his greedy mouth latched to your folds as you came down from your high, tugging his dark locks of hair.

“Ransom, please.”

“Yes, love?” His lips grazed a path up your stomach, then up between your breasts littered with red love bites. He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Need to feel you.”

Ransom grinned. He pulled you upward, lifting and turning you so you rested in his lap with your shoulder blades meeting his chest dusted with fine hair. You arched your back, feeling his hard, leaking cock so hot against your skin. His fingers combed your hair aside, mouth nipping and kissing from your neck to your shoulder.

His hand cupped your sex, groaning at the soaked heat of you. He guided you, lifting up just enough to run the sensitive head of his cock through your folds. Your whine forced more precum to dribble from his slit. He could resist no longer, his cock splitting you open as he drew you down upon his lap until he was buried to the hilt in your tight heat. Soft curses met your ears. You bit your lip, grinding back and forth. Ransom squeezed your waist, held you still.

“Ransom…”

Damned, how he loved the sound of his name falling from you, needy and wrecked from pleasure. And still wanting more of him. He couldn’t begin to guess how someone like him could deserve your affections and loyalty. Good thing he was a greedy bastard, unrepentant of his actions that had blessed his home and bed with you.

Shivers wracked your spine when he cooed at you with his gravelly tone. “You want me, love?”

“Want you so bad.”

He smirked at your whimper when he swirled his groin slow beneath you. His tongue teased along your earlobe, driving a plea from you.

“Want you, Ransom. Oh, please.”

“And you’ll give me what I desire, yes? Will you, love?”

You managed jerky nods, choking when he slid agonizingly slow from your cunt and pushed back into you. Only to stop and hold himself there, speared maddeningly in you.

His breath tickled your ear. “You, love, are going to give me a baby. Yes?”

He drove his hips up, drawing a moan from you.

“Isn’t that right, darling?”

“Y-yes…Rans…ah” You stuttered with his deep, hard strokes.

“Is that what you want? Hm? Big, beautiful family with me?”

“Yes.” Your response rushed out, breathy.

“Love you. Want to fill you up over and over.”

You whined loud, his words and the drag of his thick cock inside you driving you crazy.

“Because you’re mine. You’re all mine.” His hand curled over yours, pressing your palm and fingers to your core where the two of you were joined beneath dark curls. “Feel that?”

“Oh god.” You surely felt what he wanted you to. His steely member claiming you again and again.

“Yes, feel me and you? This.” He kept your hand there, feeling every push and pull of his cock, from inside and out, so you couldn’t escape him. “Feel how you belong to me? All of you. You’re mine forever.”

“I’m yours….” You cried out as his rhythm sped up. “Ransom!”

You threw your head back, both yours and his fingers circling the nub of your inflamed clit, his harsh breaths beating against your neck as his words blended.

“Mine,” he grunted.

Your pleasure burst like a dam, your release splashed and squirted out, then throbbed with his relentless touch. The wave spread outward, tensing your muscles, buzzing upon your skin. Feeling you squeeze and flutter around him drove Ransom to the brink until all he could think of was filling you, rooting his seed into you so you grew soft and big with his child. You were the beginning and finish of his everything.

Ransom couldn’t stop himself. His strokes grew uneven but remained deep, hard, determined. His arm wrapped around you tight as he launched you both forward, driving you onto your hands and knees so he could rut as deep as possible. You moaned, overcome with the hot rush of his seed filling you and his cock pounding it deeper into you.

You both settled into the bed with tangled limbs, slowing your breaths and the ache of desire. Your toes curled, enjoying the pressure of his cock nestled in you still, content that you both were looking forward to your first child. To a family all your own.

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #fanfiction #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #smut #ransom drysdale x woc!reader

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

An Embarrassing Secret

Word count: 2150

I feel like some of these are sort of repetitive, but maybe that's because I've had to reread them to proofread so many times? In any case, you all seem to enjoy them! I hope you like this one as well.

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“Ah! Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see!”

Loki flopped down on the couch beside you, jerking you from your thoughts as the couch cushion bounced under his weight. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned your gaze from the television to the Asgardian beside you, only inches of space between your leg and his.

“Me? What do you need from me? Trying to prank your brother again?” you snickered.

“Not this time, no. I just thought I should come find you and let you know about something interesting I learned this morning,” he replied, an impish lilt to his voice.

“Is this something I would find interesting? Or just you? Because the way you said that, I feel like I probably won’t find it nearly as interesting.”

“Oh, I believe you’ll find it very interesting,” he assured, a smirk tugging at his lips. Something about the way his gaze was fixated on you was unsettling. You paused the TV and turned your full attention to the god.

“What is it, then?” you questioned hesitantly.

“I learned quite an interesting secret about you earlier today.” There went your heart again, skipping another beat.

“You… did?”

“Oh, yes.” His smirk grew wider.

Your mind was racing. What on earth could he be talking about? Did he figure out you had a crush on him? What if that was the secret?? Was he disgusted by it? Did he reciprocate??

“That is interesting,” you noted, trying to keep your voice even to prevent him from seeing your anxiousness. “And… what was that, exactly?”

“Well…” he began, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket, “… this morning I happened to be perusing the library, trying to select a new novel to read. While I was wandering between shelves, I happened to notice something of yours sitting out unattended.”

You thought hard, trying to recall what it was you had been doing in the library. Had you even gone to the library this morning? You couldn’t even remember what you had for breakfast. Then again, it was difficult to concentrate with those blue-green eyes gleaming in front of you…

“And what was that Loki?”

“Your laptop.” Loki was now typing something into his phone, holding it in a way that you couldn’t see the screen.

“My laptop?” You rarely brought your laptop to the library with you, as you were typically reading books and had no need for electronics. You wracked your brain trying to remember when the last time you had even brought it with you to the library, looking away from the trickster so you could think straight.

Then you remembered. You’d brought it with you last night, hoping to get some peace and quiet away from the others, who were causing quite a ruckus in the common area playing one of Peter’s video games. You could still hear them through your bedroom door, so you packed up your laptop and brought it to the library with you to continue writing.

Writing. Oh. Oh no. No no no.

Your heart dropped into your stomach the moment you realized where this was going. Still, he hadn’t mentioned anything specific about what he’d seen yet, so you made every effort to keep a straight face. You weren’t about to give away a bigger secret if he had only learned something minorly embarrassing.

“At first, I was uncertain to whom the device belonged, and as it was already left open on the table, I decided to see if I could determine the owner so I could return it to them,” he continued, “and I found the screen to be unlocked when I turned the machine back on.”

Yep. You knew exactly where this was going now.

“You act like you were trying to do a good deed or something, but you were obviously just snooping around my stuff, weren’t you?” you muttered, trying to throw him off with your annoyance.

“Shh - I wasn’t finished with my recounting of the story yet,” he scolded facetiously. He had finally finished tapping buttons on his phone and was now scrolling through something on the screen. “When the screen unlocked, I saw quite a fascinating narrative typed out on the screen. Truly a masterpiece, really.”

“Y-you read it?” you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, I did more than that darling. I also scrolled through and reviewed the rest of your little webpage.”

Your face was burning red hot against your palms now. If you could have just melted into the couch and disappeared, you wouldn’t have hesitated to do so. You felt your heart pounding in your chest with nervousness and embarrassment at the whole situation.

“Shall I read some aloud for you?” he asked.

“Nooooo Loki,” you moaned, your voice muffled by your hands. You lifted your feet up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around your knees and hiding your face behind them, trying to become as small as possible.

“Ah, here is a good part: ‘The dark-haired god suddenly tackled you to the floor, pinning your arms down at your sides under his knees as he dug his long, slender fingers into your sides.’” You pulled your knees even closer to your chest. If the floor could swallow you whole now, that would be fantastic. “Darling, you’re not paying attention.” A poke to your side caused you to jolt one arm down away from your face to protect the sensitive skin. You stole a quick glance at the god, your eyes wide.

“D-don’t!” you exclaimed.

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked, prodding your side a few more times, causing you to jerk away each time he made contact with your thin T-shirt. “Let’s see… ah! Another great line: ‘He drilled his thumb into the front of your lowermost ribs, digging his fingers into the sides of your ribcage simultaneously. You supposed you should have known that someone with his mischievous title would be good at tickling, but the way his fingertips sought out every single one of your weak spots was causing you to slowly slip into madness.’”

You started getting up off the couch to try to make a quick exit then, hoping to hide in your room for the rest of eternity. Loki caught on before you got very far, though, and grabbed hold of your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Let go!” you begged, refusing to look at him as you pulled your arm hopelessly to try to escape his grasp. He tugged you closer, quickly wrapping both arms around you and tackling you to the floor. A thrill ran through your chest as you found yourself staring up at the god of mischief, your wrists pinned to the floor at your sides in his hands.

“Seem familiar?” he asked, smirking. He leaned off to the side, looking at his phone screen beside you on the floor. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, I remember.” Loki’s fingers connected with your sides, scribbling and kneading in the best worst way. You shook your head rapidly, still too embarrassed by the whole situation to allow him to hear you laugh. “Your narrative appears to be inaccurate – according to this, you should have ‘giggles bubbling from your mouth’ but I hear nothing.”

“Loki! S-stop teasing!” you pleaded, covering your face with your hands once again now that your wrists were freed from his grasp.

“I’m simply pointing out there are some inconsistencies in your writing, y/n.” He moved his fingers to your belly, scratching maddeningly gently at the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up from squirming. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, but you did manage to keep one hand pressed over your mouth to muffle your voice as you brought your other arm down to protect your torso.

A small part of you, buried deep underneath the raging embarrassment you still felt, was loving every second of this playful side of Loki. Clearly you had fantasized about this before, as evidenced by your writing. You just hadn’t anticipated he would actually find your fics, much less read them and use them against you.

“Let’s continue, shall we?” he goaded, interrupting your thoughts. He picked up his phone in one hand while continuing to dig into your belly with the other to keep you squirming while he thumbed through more of your posts. “Here’s another excellent excerpt: ‘he moved to flutter his fingers against the delicate skin behind your knee, squeezing just above your kneecap simultaneously with the other hand, making you snort.’ I would very much like to hear that, I think.” He moved down to mimic his fictitious self in your writing, making you laugh out loud and kick your leg frantically. “Y/n, I’m not hearing any snorting. So many discrepancies; I have to wonder if you’ve ever been properly tickled in the same way as your fictional likeness.”

“Stohohop… stop making fuhuhun of my writing!” you demanded, although it wasn’t very intimidating laced with your laughter.

“Oh, I don’t jest, dear – I’m merely pointing out facts. Maybe this will make you snort.” He reached down and grabbed your ankle in one hand, lightly tracing the sole of your socked foot with one finger. You, indeed, did snort. “Aha! Maybe you should have requested assistance before posting these inaccuracies.”

“LEAVE MY FEET ALOHOHONE!” you shrieked, yanking your leg to escape his grasp. He responded by simply tightening his grip, dragging four fingers up and down your foot, making sure to note which spots made you jerk. He settled on scratching gently just below the ball of your foot, laughing himself as you rolled side to side trying desperately (and ineffectively) to evade his fingers.

“You realize, darling, you’ve essentially written a map to every ticklish spot on your body. I know exactly how to exploit your unfortunate weakness.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off by unexpectedly switching to digging his fingertips between your ribs. The suddenness of his movement made you squeal, batting weakly at his hands. “It’s adorable, really, how you are pretending to fight me, when we both know this is exactly what you want.”

“SHH! Shuhuhut up Loki!” you countered. He put a hand to his chest in mock offense.

“You wound me, darling,” he teased, smirking. “What did that one quote state? Ah, that’s right! Your ‘death spot’ as you’ve titled it?”

“Wait! Nohoho I’m sohohohorry!!” you panicked, planting your feet on the floor, and trying to scoot away from your assailant.

“I don’t think you are, actually.” His fingers were inching vexingly closer to your ‘death spot’ as he’d pointed out. He found humor in the fact that your laughter slowly began pitching up in octave the closer he got. “I’m pleased that you’ve written this down for me to find, y/n. I don’t believe I’d have found it otherwise – as I understand, it is not a conventional place to be so unbearably ticklish.”

“No! No no! Plehehease Loki!” you pleaded, albeit halfheartedly.

“Hmm… alright then,” he conceded, moving back down to tickle your right side, moving his other hand to scribble on the right side of your belly. It had exactly the effect he was hoping for, causing you to jolt and roll hard toward his hands. Quickly, he grabbed your left side and pushed you all the way over onto your stomach, pinning your hands down to the floor with his knees. “On second thought, I think I’m going to do it.”

“NoOAHAHAH!” you practically screamed in laughter as his fingers made contact with your back, just below your shoulder blades. Seemingly encouraged by your reaction, he applied more pressure, gently kneading between the backs of your ribs. Your nerves were on fire with ticklish electricity, and you tugged desperately to try to free your hands. It wasn’t long before your laughter became silent, your shoulders shaking as you laid there and just accepted your fate.

It seemed Loki had noticed the sudden silence, and he removed his torturous fingers from your back, releasing your hands so you could roll back over. You curled up on your side, knees close to your chest and arms wrapped around your torso rubbing the residual tingles off your sides. He hovered over you, leaning close to whisper in your ear.

“You know, darling – if you wanted me to tickle you, you simply had to ask. I find it quite adorable.”

“Oh my god, Loki…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands once again. A single finger scratched under your arm, making you pull your arms back down. “Stahahap!! Can’t you see I’m embarrassed??”

“Mm, I can see that. But was it worth it?” he asked teasingly, planting a kiss on your cheek. The flames ignited by his lips spread across your face, up to the tips of your ears.

You supposed that, just maybe, it was worth it.

Part 2: A Difficult Question

#loki tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle

[x-childish-x]

hello, if my request makes you feel too uncomfortable to write i completely understand! (tw) i was thinking of an obi wan x reader where they’re both on a mission and reader is pregnant (obi wan knows) with their child (bump isn’t showing yet tho). during the mission reader gets a hit from a blaster or something in the abdomen so obi wan carries her to the infirmary. sadly reader had a miscarriage :( obi wan does his best to comfort reader and reader does the same for him

So Quickly

Pairing: Obi-Wan x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: miscarriage (somewhat in depth), injuries (blaster shot, etc.), fighting, violence, blood

Word Count: 918

A/N: PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!! I have not personally experienced a miscarriage so I'm sorry if some things are inaccurate. My heart goes out to those of you who have experienced this. My inbox/asks are always open for me to talk to you ❤️ Thank you for this request, I hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the love and support. Feedback is always welcome!

Summary: You're pregnant with Obi-Wan Kenobi's child, and during a mission, you receive a fatal injury.

(gif not mine!)

How did things go so wrong so quickly?

The mission was going great. It was a success practically. You'd seized control of the droid factory, and you'd done so without many casualties on your half. Your squadron worked incredibly well with Anakin's, and this mission only further supported that. Obi-Wan and his squadron had stayed outside, securing the perimeter as your squadrons secured the inside.

Two destroyers rolled out from behind a corner and quickly snapped up their shields, aiming directly at Anakin and Ahsoka. Without thinking, you quickly dove forward, using the force to shove Anakin and Ahsoka as far away as you could while unleashing your lightsaber with your free hand. A sharp, burning pain flooded through your abdomen as you landed, slashing through both the droids in one swing.

Multiple voices began calling out to you, each sounded as worried as the other, yet all you could focus on was the blaster hole in your armor. Blood was quickly staining your Jedi robes as your adrenaline vanished and your knees wobbled, pain taking over your senses. Anakin appeared in front of you, Ahsoka close by his side as you gripped his arms tightly, tears rising in your eyes as panic set in.

"Anakin... Ani, get Obi-Wan. Please, please, oh Maker--"

"I know, I know," Anakin tried soothing, "Ahsoka, get Obi-Wan, now!"

The young togruta girl immediately dashed off, leaving you to slump into Anakin's arms as multiple clones yelled around you. You clutched your stomach as your mind raced, worried about nothing but the baby inside of you, Obi-Wan's baby. While Anakin knew about your relationship with Obi-Wan, neither of you had told him about the baby, but you were sure he knew now.

Obi-Wan came dashing in, his world crumbling at the sight of you helpless in Anakin's arms, blood staining your robes. You cried once you saw him, your eyes revealing all the panic and pain you felt, breaking Obi-Wan's heart. Anakin lifted you and set you gentle in Obi-Wan's arms, mumbling to his Master about what had happened.

"Always being the hero... and to think I wondered where Anakin got it from," Obi-Wan whispered to you, trying his best to remain calm and also calm you down.

"Obi!" You cried, gripping the man's robes, "Obi-Wan, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry Obi. I put the baby at--"

"Shhh, shh," Obi-Wan gently quieted you, kissing your forehead and watching Anakin's face fall, "It's okay, my love, it's okay. I will get you to the infirmary, and everything will be sorted out."

Kix walked up and quickly injected bacta into your neck before handing Kenobi an additional. Obi-Wan quickly rushed to a shuttle after you'd calmed down. Refusing to let go of you, he kept you in his arms the entire ride home. The few short minutes felt like hours to you as you clutched onto your stomach. Even though you hadn't started showing yet and you'd only found out three weeks ago, you had become incredibly attached to your child and the idea of a life with Obi-Wan.

The wait for the ultrasound was even more stressful than the flight back. Medical droids stripped you of your Jedi armor and robes, working to tend the slightly wound you'd obtain and stop the bleeding. Obi-Wan remained by your side the entire time, much to the medical droid's annoyance. You knew you were both risking everything, and you both knew that the council had probably already heard of the medical droid's request for an ultrasound.

Gripping Obi-Wan's hand like a vise, you anxiously waited to hear your child's heartbeat, "It appears you've miscarried."

A sob left your lips as Obi-Wan pulled you into his chest, his own tears rising in his eyes. The droid left emotionlessly, sparing a glance down to the small figure waiting outside before moving on. Reluctantly, Obi-Wan allowed his tears to fall, mourning the terrible loss with you.

There wasn't a way to describe your pain. You hadn't been that far along, yet the loss was still gut-wrenching. Sobs filled the calm air as your heart contracted with pain, begging for the hurt to stop. Obi-Wan mocked your tight grip as his own heart yearned. He'd been thrilled when you'd told him of your pregnancy, thrilled at the idea of being a father, thrilled at the idea of a life with you.

Your cries calmed ever so slightly as you spoke, "I'm so sorry, Obi, I'm so sorry."

"Darling, it's okay. Don't blame yourself. You're okay that's more than I could ask for," Obi-Wan whispered, kissing your head, "This is a terrible loss indeed, but you're still alive, my love. Things could've gone much worse."

"Oh, Obi," You cried, looking up at him, "I promise we'll get through this. We can try again when we're ready."

"I know, darling, but first, you need to heal."

"I'm so sorry," You whimpered, "I should've been more careful."

Obi-Wan shook his head, kissing you softly, "Don't blame yourself."

You snuggled into Obi-Wan's side, allowing each other to adjust before sighing. Pain swirled around your two life forces, showing the heartbreak you shared. Knowing that you could get through this did nothing to ease the pain of losing your baby, and the only thing you could do was squeeze onto Obi-Wan, hoping that somehow the pain might subside slightly. You'd only just begun to start forming your life together and in a split second everything seemed to come crashing down on you... so quickly.

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[dokifluffs]

S/O Having a Panic Attack at Night | Nishinoya, Tsukishima, Kuroo

Pairings: Nishinoya X Reader (gender neutral), Tsukishima X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) 

Genre: comfort fluff 🥺

Request: “hi so um you don't have to do this request if you don't want to but I was wondering if you could do nishinoya's, tsukishima's and kuroo's response to if their s/o woke up in the middle of the night having a panic attack. it would be wonderful if you could do that please but again, you don't have to if you don't want to” - anonnie

Author’s Note: requests do be closed but this was so precious 🥺 i had to do it and also write it for others tehe. Forgive me if these are inaccurate/ not realistic. I did my best to follow medical sites that provided symptoms and how to treat it. I’ve woken up alone with a panic attack before, twice, actually. I was really cold and i wish someone was there for me. 

Warnings! Implications of throwing up in Noya’s! Mentions of death and fear of death in Tsukishima’s and Kuroo’s!  

Nishinoya: ugh ennoshita in this scene 🥺

the entire room felt like it was spinning yet you couldn’t even see the room in the darkness of the night 

You curled up, clenching your jaw shut, unsure if your eyes were even open or not due to the extreme nausea that was consuming you, you had to clamp your hand over your mouth 

you felt sick to your stomach 

You groaned weakly, hoping to wake up Nishinoya who slept so soundly beside you, his snores mixed and slurred together 

“Yu,” you called out to him, feeling so weak as you pushed and nudged him 

“Mmm, what is it?” he groaned sleepily, turning to face your side of the bed, his hand reaching to hold yours 

“..Help,” you pushed out, before clenching your jaw

the word came out muffled but it was enough to make the talented libero wake up immediately 

He scrambled out of his side of the bed to switch on the lights, completely awake now 

You were curled into a ball beneath the covers, eyes squeezed shut, your hand covering your mouth just the slightest bit shaky 

“Y/N!” He stood by your side of the bed, unsure of what to do. “Do you want me to call 911?” he reached for your phone, only stopping before proceeding as you let out a “mm-mm” in response 

instead, you pointed to the bathroom and he wasted no time 

he helped you out of bed, walking beside you with your arm slung around his shoulder, toward the bathroom, switching the light on 

You collapsed to your knees as the bitter taste of your acids in your stomach burned the back of your throat and tongue 

Noya stood behind you, continuously rubbing your back as you did your thing 

Tears pricked at your eyes and trickled down your cheek as bits of your nausea began to disappear 

Noya ran downstairs then back up to your side with water bottles and even some snacks for you to regain your strength 

Concern was evident in his features as his eyes were locked on you as he sat on his legs before you, his brows furrowed 

You wiped your mouth with a wipe before taking a sip of the water, the interesting sensation of your muscles and body absorbing the water as it went down your throat 

“You okay?” he asked, bringing his hand to your forehead, immediately comparing it to his own 

“I guess... for now, Yu,” you sighed, your body felt so empty and drained as you rest your head on his shoulder 

he rest his head on top of yours, hand holding yours with fingers interlocking 

his thumb rubbed the back of your hand in little circles as his mind worked, thinking of all the possibilities of what could have led to this 

but whatever it was, it became more of a side thought 

Noya stayed by your side, the two of you in the bathroom

with his legs crossed, you sat in his lap with your legs wrapped loosely around his waist, his hands constantly stroking your back as he listened to your breathing, making sure you ate and drank some water every now and then before even offering to go back to bed 

Tsukishima: 

Tsukishima stirred in his sleep as another clap of thunder shook the skies and the grounds below

As his eyes fluttered in the darkness, slowly being coaxed back into sleep, there was something else that didn’t let him

He could hear faint whimpering sounds and sniffles and it surely wasn’t from him

He switched on the lamp beside him, turning in bed to find you 

“Y/N,” his voice was gentle yet firm as he cautiously shook your shoulder 

You woke with a loud gasp, now your hands beginning to shake uncontrollably, your heart racing in your chest while also dropping in your chest as your mind was plagued with the fear of dying 

“What’s wrong?” he sat up, helping you when you reached for his hands, not wanting to feel alone as you laid in bed despite him being right there 

“I don’t want to die, Tsuki,” you whimpered, the words coming wobbly from you. “I don’t want to die,” you repeated 

the look you gave him, your lips trembling, eyes red from all the tears as they dripped off your chin and onto his shirt you wore, how you clasped your weakened hands together, shaking as if you were begging him for life 

“I don’t want to be forgotten,” you wheezed, taking quickened, deep breaths, making you shake even more. “Please don’t forget me,” your voice came out no louder than a whisper as you pleaded these words, breaking his heart 

He slowly raised his hand, making sure you saw him do this, observing you carefully before hovering it over your shoulder 

You only watched his hand, nodding before he could even ask for permission 

“I know you don’t want to die,” he wrapped his arms around you. “But you won’t, not for many many more years, Y/N,” he spoke calmly of the truth without making it worse

“You have a whole life ahead of you and we’ve only lived a small percentage of it.” He stroked his hand down your back. “And you won’t be forgotten, no matter what age, you’ll never be forgotten.” He took hold of your hands, feeling how cold your skin was at his touch 

“Really?” You mumbled, your entire body now trembling as if you were freezing 

“I’ll never forget you... and I’ll never let anyone else forget you...” he kept his eyes on your hands, rubbing them to warm you up, to help stop the shakes 

“Kei...” your voice cracked to air as you reached for him to which he let you into his embrace with a warm welcome 

his ears burned bright red, he prayed you didn’t see him like this though he meant his words down to every vowel 

“Shhh... don’t cry anymore. You won’t be dying anytime soon,” your shaky hands clung to the bottom hem of his shirt. “besides, it’ll be hard to forget the little munchkin that’s always beside me at this point,” he teased 

now this sounded very much like the tsukishima you knew very well 

hearing his teasing now as he looked at your face, snatching a few tissues for you to fry your eyes and blow your nose - it was a big weight off your chest 

“hey,” you laughed as you blew your nose, your eyes red and puffed up from all your cries, the constant shakes you once had slowly dissipating away to nothing 

“arara gomen~ did I hurt the little one’s feelings?” he ruffled your already disheveled hair, patting your head, trying to keep the mood light 

turning off the lamp light, the house, the room was enclosed in the storm as rain pelted down from the heavens 

His body was curled up behind yours, your back to his chest as he held you close, staying awake without saying a word until you fell asleep and stayed asleep 

He hoped he didn’t have to see you so afraid 

Kuroo: 

"T-Tetsu...” you shakily called to him, reaching out to his form beside you as he slept with his head pressed between two pillows clamped to his head 

“Tetsu,” your voice was no louder than a mouse as you called to him, pleading with everything as you called his name, hoping he could hear you 

You clenched your jaw at the squeezing feeling in your chest, how fast your heart was racing, the pins and needles prickling in your hands and feet - it terrified you 

“Mmm, what, what is it?” His hand reached naturally toward the lamp and switched it on with one of his eyes barely open, the other squeezed shut as he squinted to you in the sudden bright room 

“My... chest... hurts,” you held your hands over your chest, your body curled into a ball 

He was much more awake now 

“I’m scared, am I dying?” Your entire body froze, goosebumps rising all over your skin, the blanket that covered you provided no warmth at all 

“Hey, you’re not dying,” his voice was much softer than his normal voice as he scooped you up, holding your body close against his bare skin. “Shh, take deep breaths with me, okay? Your heart’s beating too fast.” 

His hand over your chest, over your heart was so warm, you didn’t want him to move it 

“The room’s... spinning...” Color faded from your face as your head bumped into his shoulder as he held you close, sitting cross legged on the mattress 

“Deep breaths, now, take it easy,” he spoke softly, guiding you as your breaths came out shakier than the last 

“You’re okay, you’re not dying. We’re at home, in our room. Nothing can hurt you, baby,” he rest his cheek on the top of your head, your bodies together rocking side to side just the slightest 

You did as you were told, following Kuroo’s breathing, his gaze never leaving yours

“That’s it, Y/N, just like that,” Kuroo’s voice melted in your ears, relief washing over him as he could see your breathing stabilizing bit by bit as time went on, your heart rate gradually slowing down 

His solace became your foundation of reality, grounding you back down, tethering control on your life and everything around you back in your hands 

he stayed awake, holding you close, not even thinking about moving an inch to lay back down to sleep until you were okay - verbally, physically, emotionally 

Yawns fell from his mouth one after the other, tears stinging his eyes as he looked down to you, your hands holding his to your chest as you slept in his lap like a giant infant 

but he paid no mind 

this was what it meant for him to care for you and he was more than willing to lose sleep if it meant you were okay  

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