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didderd · 5 months

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i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.

so i decided to make content out of it 👍

but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.

n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)

n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.

this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>

if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!

(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)

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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.

You go to lift your hood.

But you can't move.

But you feel your arms move.

You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.

But your hood is still there.

You don't see your hand.

Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.

Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.

Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.

But you don't see anything change.

Your vision feels frozen.

Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.

When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.

But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.

It's like your vision is broken.

But closing your eyes helped?

You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.

Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.

You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.

It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.

When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.

You try again.

You're sitting up. You can see your room.

You can see your window.

Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?

You're scared.

It happens again.

Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.

She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.

Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.

Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.

You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.

Nothing but air comes out.

When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.

Are you hallucinating?

You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.

You turn your head to look at it.

... Nightmare?

It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.

You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?

Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.

Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.

You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.

He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.

"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.

"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."

Everything fades out.

And you open your eyes.

Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.

He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."

You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.

He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.

Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.

Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"

It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.

"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.

"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.

Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.

Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.

Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.

You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-

Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.

His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.

You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.

But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.

He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.

The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.

His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.

It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.

You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.

After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.

Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."

You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.

You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.

As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.

The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.

"Goodnight, little shadow."

#had to hold myself back from turning this suggestive lmao #wanted it to jus b fluff so ppl who don't like suggestive can enjoy it to :>#nightmare feels a bit out of character here #but that could just be bc out of context. him being super soft to someone seems vry out of character lmao #reader makes him feel soft and mushy inside #n he's finally letting that out wif cuddles :3 #i thought abt making it rice bc this feels more in character for him #but yall barley know rice lmao if at all #don't even have his design out. so ye #nightmare x reader #i rly like the 'little shadow' nickname for nightmare's reader -v-)#nightmare sans #dreamtale #undertale #undertale au #sleep paralysis #didderd writes #the person in the nightmare with the unsettling smile actually looked kinda like chucky the doll but with like. an adults body #i was gonna kinda describe that. but this felt like it kept the pacing better :p

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yummyyummie · 3 months

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Such a beautiful thing, to be yours like this. Appreciated on a level beyond anything else. Could other people ever say to have done what we have? I doubt it.

Seldom would anyone consider laying yourself on a silver platter, figuratively and literally, a reasonable thing. To be exposed, willingly, in a way that can be so very scary. Yet I am quite brave. At least in that regard. Tell me to face my feelings, and I’ll cry. Tell me to let myself be consumed by love itself, and I will eagerly watch it do so.

See every bit of light fade, as the jaws close. Feel the opportunity for escape be taken away. Succumbing to the heat which should boil and burn, but yet feels like the kindest cradle. Flesh which should revolt, but invites me so. To touch and caress. To give myself up. To set myself free.

As beautiful outside, as beautiful within. As beautiful in mind, as beautiful in flesh. As beautiful as a person, as beautiful as god. To be yours, is to be mine. To be taken, is to be free. To give joy, is to have joy.

You could have taken everything from me at any time, but you have not. You could leave me in you, but you always bring me back. Is that not testament to your love for me? To resist which you could so easily do? Just because you care.

Instead I give to you, because I want to. Because I love you. And to share is to show love. What is mine, may be yours. I know not what a goddess truly could want, but you say you want me and my time. So that I will give.

Even if I feel I am given so much. So much more than I give to you. But I know that in truth, I give more than anyone else would. Is not the greatest sacrifice that of your very self? To leave yourself in the other’s mercy? Fate absolved from your hand, to theirs. Some cannot handle that great of pressure. If I was to have control of someone, would I be responsible? Would I make them happy? Pray to all the gods I am never given that responsibility. For that frightens me. Rather be the innocent dog on the leash than the one to lead them.

And so I set my body and soul into your gently cupped hands, that could so easily crush me. Let you stroke me with your body and tail, so strong I could never compare. Watch as your mouth widens with insatiable hunger, knowing you desire me. Feel myself consumed, pulled into your loving void. Surrounded by your very being. You love me. All of you loves me. Your mind loves me, and your body does too. Hear the flesh sing in joy as it greets my skin. The distant heartbeat pulsing in your veins calm all nerves. The warmth washing over me brings me peace. Absolved of what I am, absolved of having duties and expectations. Yet loved. Loved here, loved now. Loved for all of me, loved despite all of me.

Isn’t that a beautiful thing?

It rings in my ears just thinking about it. Reciting that it is not mere dreams. That reality can be so close to the imagination. To desire, and be desired. To love, and be loved. To wander, and find home.

If home is where love is. Then I finally have found my home.

It is you.

#tw vore #v0re #safe vore #soft vore #my writing #text #technically is about marimoo and vexx so they'll get them tags too #oc marimoo #oc vexx #sometimes i write and sometimes it ends up being mushy feelings about vore from the perspective of a character #often marimoo in particular #anyways i liked this piece of writing and thought to share #because a lot of vore tumblr like them text thingies so why not

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novorehere · 7 months

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Voretober Day One: Comfort

There’s a certain comfort in monotony.

A certain beauty in sameness, a reassurance in repetition.

Holding close the knowledge that no matter what we go through, the Earth continues to tilt on its axis and the worms will still emerge after the rain. That the sun will set in the west and rise yet again in the east, that the proteins in our mitochondria will synthesize the correct amount of Adenosine triphosphate to power our body’s functions.

You trust me to keep you safe just as you trust in my heart to keep beating, grounding you to the reality that everything will be ok, because all is how it should be. Steady rings of smooth muscle traveling from your head to the tips of your toes, pushing, pulling, taking and giving, living oxygen filling my lungs as it always has and always will be.

Forget the uncertain world and attune to the wavelength of my soul, allow my body to become your refuge. For I love you more than you will ever know, and I can feel your love returned within me. For what is Love, but finding joy in someone’s very existence?

Seeking comfort in our clockwork bodies, we face the uncertain world together.

#op #Was feeling mushy gushy earlier so this happened #I definitely won’t be doing every day of the voretober but I DO have more stuff planned :)#Thank you all for sticking with me during my blog’s hibernation era #soft vore #safe vore #my writing

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u3pxx · 9 months

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something about childhood friends, who knew you way before, acknowledging that you are nonbinary

#idk it makes me so happy when they joke about it like. its an acknowledgement but its just seamless in conversation that oh +#im so glad you see me this way. even if you knew me before i was this #im only out to a few people and i know that this feeling was a thing but feeling it for yourself is. wow!#idk. im soft and mushy addhjdkd #they stumble on my pronouns here and there but well get there asksksk #sunnysiderambles

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thana-topsy · 7 months

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Hey, I wanted to ask you.

I do not follow everything you do but I know I appreciate the way you write and think those writings, so I wondered...

Why Neloth ?

Ow of course I have my ideas but I'd like to know what makes you tick on this character, what you like to explore about him and such. I'm a curious lil scrib, tell me everything.

Oh boy oh boy... special interest request unlocked. I've been in such a Neloth mood recently, too. This comes at a great time.

I'll probably put most of this under a cut, because I have no idea how long I might ramble about this. Could be just a couple of paragraphs... could be more. Who knows. But just suffice to say, I have a lot of feelings. And it all began as a "joke" and then, of course, inevitably got to the point of "haha I don't think this is a joke anymore..."

So it all started when someone dared me to write Neloth smut (cough, Wolf I'm looking at you). I won't link to the first story, but the premise was basically "Neloth Sex Pollen Trope Go". And so I did. And it was light-hearted and not super serious, but it gave me a taste for the character and a sort of... longing to do something with a little more depth. I'm a huge fan of "crack treated seriously". So I added a second chapter to that first fic, and it dug a little deeper into Neloth's psychology. And then I was fully invested because this man was REPRESSED. And I love nothing more than a repressed character having their walls knocked down.

So then I move onto my flagship fic, "Breathing Water", which wasn't meant to be shippy when I started writing it. I mostly just wanted to put Neloth and Teldryn in a room together and see what they'd do. And they didn't disappoint -- just absolutely some of the most fun banter and snark to write. But, then, Teldryn (especially as the Nerevarine) allowed me to peel back even more layers to Neloth, because I got to see how he treats someone who's actually earns his respect.

Then it just kind of spiraled from there. Working with a character who has such low empathy but also a latent and repressed desire to connect with people--to experience love and to be loved in return--but just was never really taught how or shown what it looks like. I find him fascinating and a little heartbreaking and very worthy of my time and energy. I want to see him grow into something that is approximate to a good person, in his own strange way. He'll never be a do-good hero. But he can learn what caring for others looks like, and I think that's my goal with him. And why I love him so much. I'm just rooting for him, endlessly.

#topsy's asks #neloth #uhg I always feel weird being so openly mushy on main about him #like I'm showing my soft underbelly

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