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wanderingconstellations · 22 days

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“i would rather die than to love you from afar„

rafayel would tuck your hair behind your ear and looks at you with loving eyes when you fall asleep listening to his ramblings.

rafayel who acts defiant and dramatic for the fun of it, he adores seeing you grin and laugh at his silly behavior.

rafayel relishes the warmth of your hand intertwined with his. although you may not remember him from your previous lives, he'll make sure to cherish you in this life anyways.

rafayel, who's heart overflows with love. he would do anything to stay by your side, even if it means giving up everything he has for you.

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xavier, who puts himself on the line for you. your safety is his top priority.

xavier who rarely ever refuses you. he can't, he can't find himself refusing you. ask him anything, and he would do anything in his power to give it to you.

xavier, who would always get hurt and never go to the hospital. he always comes to you with one or two more wounds that you scold him for getting. it isn't his fault he keeps on getting hurt, maybe he just wanted to see you.

xavier would fall asleep everywhere, and sometimes even on you— if you let him. you may not see it, but his eyes is practically brimming with love for you.

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zayne, who gives you gifts as a sign of his affection.

zayne treasures the memories you guys make together. he keeps those memories close to his heart, loving you despite being cursed with the pain that comes along with it.

zayne who gets flustered when you catch him eating sweets. although he is a doctor himself, he can't resist sweets— which makes you giggle at the mention of that.

zayne, who boldly holds and kisses you. he doesn't care if his love for you will kill him, he would rather die than to love you from afar.

a/n: this might be occ and inaccurate LMAO. had to use the fandom wiki to make it seem accurate as possible. i haven't played the game in a while so ^^

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace fics :p #headcanons #small drabble i guess??#writers block #supposed to write this an hour ago but lmao here you go :3 #love and deepspace fluff!!!#i dont know if theres any writings about these peculiar three men #rafayel #xavier #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader

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wyvernne · 2 years

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a holy knight’s dream

“Liebling,” Diluc says, knuckles brushing against your cheek. You startle.

“Sorry, did I doze off?” Your head feels strange. You blink, trying to shake off the bleariness in your mind. What were you doing before this?

“Are you uncomfortable?” Diluc asks again. For the third time.

You shake your head. “I’m fine, Diluc. Just fine. C’mere.”

He takes care settling next to you on the bed, arm curling protectively around your shoulders. You’ve been aching all over lately, and his warmth seems to soothe it if even a little.

“Thirsty?” you ask, prodding. Diluc swallows.

He’s hesitant to drink from you. He has been, since everything happened, but especially now that your pregnancy has been confirmed. Showing the physical signs of it, dealing with morning sickness, sporting a growing bump… it’s an inescapable fact now.

The two of you had talked for hours about it. Whether this was the right decision for you, whether your body could handle it. But. Having Diluc’s child, seeing the tender, overwhelmed expression on his face when he looks at you, it’s all filled your heart more than you can bear.

“No,” he answers finally. But his jaw ticks, just a fraction, and you know. He’s been too hesitant to leave your side. So much so that he hasn’t fed in weeks.

It takes more effort than you’d like to turn to him, pressing your fingers to his lips. “Just a little.”

He swallows, and you can feel the sharp edge of his fangs when you wiggle your fingertips inside of his mouth. Diluc pulls your hand away before you can cut yourself, swallowing.

“Elzer offered to let me drink,” Diluc murmurs.

You sigh. “I want it to be a privilege for me only.”

Diluc presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I won’t drink from him directly. It’s just…”

It’s just that boar’s blood can only satisfy his hunger so much. He craves human blood, and the fact that he’s held himself back from feeding on you thus far is an incredible show of self restraint.

Diluc tangles your fingers together. “Are you cross with me?”

You scoff. “You’ve got a pretty face. How could I stay mad when you look like an angel?”

Diluc frowns. He knows, of course, that you’re making fun of him. But he’s too good natured to say anything, especially when you’re so full of his child. Well. He is good looking, after all. It’s hard not to gaze at him all the time.

“How is he?” you ask, finally. Diluc seems relieved that you’ve decided not to pursue your teasing.

Diluc swallows, leans down to press his ear against your stomach. Not that he needs to in order to hear the baby, but it’s become a sort of ritual between the two of you.

“His heartbeat sounds like a bird’s,” he says quietly, eyes falling shut. “So light and fragile.”

You grin, slipping a hand to Diluc’s hair. “We made that. Isn’t it exciting?”

Diluc bites his lip. “I’m glad he’s taken after you more than me.”

Not by appearances. But being alive.

You sigh, rubbing your knuckles against his scalp. “I’d be very pleased if the baby looks like you.”

It hasn’t been easy, not by a long shot. But. There’s some part of you that still feels like this may be a dream, some last dying gasp of air before the end. Every morning you awake feels like your last.

You haven’t told Diluc. There’s no need for him to worry needlessly, after all, and you’ve already been through so much. Too much. He deserves to bask in the warmth of it for as long as he can.

He stays like that for a long time, listening intently to the sound of your child’s heartbeat.

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When you wake again, the fog in your head hasn’t yet lifted. Everything feels strange, languid, as if the air itself has thickened to molasses.

The room has darkened, turned cold. It’s strange, to feel this disoriented. But it makes sense, given the toll your child’s birth took on you.

You hesitate, hand dropping to your stomach. It’s significantly flatter than before, though the lingering traces of carrying a child still remain. He’s already been born. So.

So what was that, before?

A dream of the past?

You lift a hand to your head, wincing as your temple throbs.

The sound of singing disturbs your thoughts.

It’s barely audible, but the rhythmic sound of it is undeniable. Deep, reverent. It takes great effort to stand up, and even greater effort to make your way to the door. Your steps are shaky, legs trembling with each movement.

You’ve weakened, again, and it’s difficult not to dwell on that fact. But. But for such a tiny baby to be the product of it all… somehow, it seems less painful than before. He is tiny, isn’t he? Somehow, it’s hard to picture your son’s face.

But the effort of picking your way down the hall to the nursery seems minuscule the moment you lay your eyes on Diluc. He stands by the window, back to you, and sways.

The baby is tucked against him, little wisps of crimson hair sticking up haphazardly as he snuggles against his father’s neck.

You feel breathless. Diluc hums quietly, patting his son’s back gently.

It’s—

It’s a sight you’ve only ever dreamed of. Your mind reels. This man— This brutal, loving man— he stands before you, cradling the product of your affections.

Diluc turns to you, sharing a gentle smile.

“Should you be up, Liebling?” he asks quietly.

“I wanted to see you,” you reply, inching closer. You lift a hand to the baby’s back, relishing in his warmth. “How is he?”

“I’ve fed him already,” Diluc says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “But I heard him fussing again, so I came to soothe him.”

Now Diluc has two heartbeats to listen to. Your son looks so much like Diluc, such a perfect image of his father that it makes your heart ache in the most wonderful way. This is a happiness that you never should’ve deserved.

It’s… it’s an impossible happiness.

A dream you don’t want to wake from.

…a dream.

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Inspired by ‘Vanessa’s Dream’ from Penny Dreadful

#:)#just something small to tide u all over #i promise i’ll write soft vamp dadluc soon #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #i guess this only really makes sense to me lmfaoo #oh well #enjoy #wyvernne’s ramblings #diluc ragnivindr x reader #vampire diluc #genshin impact drabble #diluc drabbles #diluc fanfic #diluc ragnvindr fanfiction #for anyone confused read the title again haha #‘and it was all a dream ✨’

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cxpperhead · 7 months

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Sleep had not come easily to Copperhead nor would it release him from its clutches so willingly. The sound of scales sliding over flannel and fabric is the first thing he becomes aware of, a palpable thirst upon his tongue that puts the dry deserts of his home state to shame. Slowly he stirs within his nest of blankers, already feeling the warmth of summer's last rays of sunlight beaming in through the blinds covering his apartment window but as a rush of cool air glosses over his tongue, the truth quickly dawns upon him. He cannot see, eyes surely milky with film as his skin prepares to shed once again. Padded fingers grope around the scattered blankets blindly, Copperhead feeling his way around his bedroom. He knows this place like the back of his hand, exactly where his bedside table is located right to the one misplaced book that must have fallen off the bed when he was reading just a few hours earlier. It's with a serpentine grace that he slithers out of his comfort zone, unable to see past the cloudy mist that has stolen his sight. Tongue flickers, detecting nothing unusual or out of the ordinary - Nagaina must have abdicated the room, returning back to her cage to find her own rest. He steps carefully nonetheless, making his way to the kitchen where his hands skillfully locate a glass, filling it to the brim with fresh water. It feels heavenly going down his throat, dry tongue soothed by the refreshing liquid which will surely make this shed easier. His scales itch uncomfortably, Copperhead pondering if he should have a shower but he knows if he did, he would allow it to run for hours and he didn't need the landlord to come knocking asking as to where all the hot water had gone when he didn't know where Nagaina was hiding. With a sigh, the snake-man stretches, already feeling a supple looseness to his scales that bodes well. "Al mal tiempo, buena cara." Copperhead mutters, padding back the way he came to return to his nest of blankets in hopes his body's needs wouldn't put him out of commission for long. He had contracts to see to, and his claws itched to draw liquid far thicker than water.

#🐍 || musings #;; drabble #Just a smol one in-between getting ready for work #I could be doing a few small responses but saving it for after work #Just a snek going through shed I guess

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arcxnumvitae · 9 days

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He stood alone in his room at a dresser, the jewelry box atop it open before him. Long fingers ran over the polished metal of his father's ring as he stared at it in silence.

#{Mhoirbheinn Drabble #{My Heart is Yours; Always and Forevermore || Mhoirbheinn and Balmoral}#just a small thing #he's sad :(#I guess I should think up an event tag to keep all of this stuff together shouldn't I

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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Demiurge of the Seventh Realm

A/N: I wanted to write this little snippet. The idea kept floating around in my head, and—seeing as it was from an old fanfic I wrote called Wind Knoll’s Curse—I wanted to write the one scene that hasn't left me since. But with Demiurge. He's a different type of Demiurge than I usually write—a more understanding and kinder variant. ♥

Rated: SFW Warnings: Sickness, death

Words: 1366

She knew her time was creeping steadily to an end.

All that was once vibrant had slowly turned to ash. She would be leaving behind a daughter—her husband…However, her mind focused more on her daughter than the man she married. For her own personal reasons.

Her eyes looked from the IV solution bag, down to her desk right beside her bed. There laid the holy text that was devoted to His name. The leather binding was old, nearly worn away by time. It was a treasured item in her family, passed down from one priest to another when working in the Blazing Inferno Temple. The cover housed a beautiful pair of angelic wings, wreathed in flame.

He was their savior—their everything. The town wouldn't exist without him.

Demiurge of the Seventh Realm.

With what strength she had, she grabbed the old book and turned to the last page she had bookmarked. She could hardly focus on the words, leaving her to feel defeated as she closed the pages and put the book back down on the desk.

“I pray I served you well as you so requested,” she whispered, stifling a cough that triggered in her throat.

Unlike some of the others appointed under him after their ritual, she wasn't blessed with being able to see him. Very few were. At times, she felt alienated by that fact. It were as though the ones that could actually see him would shy away from anything regarding his appearance or what he sounded like. If his words were meant to be heard, they would speak on his behalf to the ‘Blind Ones’.

A Blind One… How she loathed that title. A priest shouldn't have such a title to begin with. She was one of the few that did. Not the only one, but all the same, she felt as though she had done something wrong in her upbringing under his beloved name to be refused to see him.

The lightning split open the sky, the thunderous roar following after in the distance. Her heart felt tight in her chest. She wished more than ever she could go to her daughter. She knew this storm would upset her.

Her breathing was starting to feel thinner, as though something was strangling her. Eyes looking about the dark room, she noted how much harder it was to focus. There was a chair in her bedroom, back near the corner adjacent to her bed. It was empty but…for whatever reason, she felt like something was there. Like she had to keep looking just to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

“I did good…didn’t I…?” she asked quietly in the dark.

Eyes drifting up to the ceiling fan, she huffed out a sigh of sorts. She didn't want her loved ones to see her like this. The moment the doctor explained she didn't have much longer, she asked him to lead her daughter and husband out of the room after the final words were spoken.

Her body shook, reminding the frail woman she was in pain. The worst thing about being in a secluded town that was surrounded by endless fog, it was impossible to find better help than what was in the town already.

Once more, her eyes drifted back to the chair, seeing as it remained empty. Upon the next lightning flash, however, the shadows that played tricks on her failing sight showed someone sitting there this time—his legs crossed and hands folded on his knee. His black hair was slicked back and elf ears were evident in his design. The pinstriped red suit was difficult to see in the dark, but the lightning would offer her what aid it could.

“Wh-Who…Who are you?”

The elf raised a hairless brow at her question. “You can see me?”

She struggled to breathe, nodding at the question. “I-I can…! Who are you…!”

The creature stood, showing off the metal tail behind him. It was intimidating in appearance. He stood over her, the glasses he wore reflecting the poor lighting near her bed. His frown was one of concern, not of anger or resentment. Before he could even hope to answer, he noticed her struggling to handle the spasms of pain in her body. The devilish creature reached forward and placed his hand on her chest to cast a spell.

It was a warm, soothing spell that did its best to heal the disease that had crippled the woman.

Noticing her vitals still, he sighed to himself as his fist curled near his own chest. “Forgive me. That’s the best I can offer.”

“Who…Who are you…?” She wanted to know, even if a part of her figured she might already know the truth.

He turned, looking at the fake idol of himself that rested on her desk. Gently, he took it into his hand and turned it towards her. “Demiurge of the Seventh Realm. And you, Yulesca, are my priest.”

Her lower lip quivered, not sure how to respond to any of this. The very angel she thought she was worshiping was actually a devil. Her mind went blank. Everything she knew was a lie? In a way, she felt cheated. Regardless, he was kind… It was…unexpected.

Tears streamed down her face as the devil sat beside her. “You are not an angel…? You are a demon…”

He nodded, clasping his fingers in his lap once more.

“Why do you tell no one of this?”

“Imagine your reaction but a thousand times worse,” Demiurge insisted. “It would lead to my monuments shattered and people dying left and right as my name grows into obscurity. The fact people are ignorant to my presence is a blessing in disguise. So says my other comrades in arms whom you all worship.”

“But you are a demon…!”

Demiurge struggled to answer at first till a proper response made root upon his tongue. “Demons are far from unjust. We give something in exchange for something else. Can you say we are unfair in this?”

She shook her head to the best of her ability.

“I cannot say human sacrifice is what I value. Animals slaughtered would do just as well.” He fixed his glasses upon his nose. “However, trying to even get my High Priest Listeners to speak of this does nothing. Humans will continue to be ignorant and mindless like sheep. There is very little I can say or do to those who cannot hear or see me. I might as well speak to the wind.”

“I can…I can see you now though,” she reminded him, feeling some form of comfort in this.

“Because you are dying,” Demiurge said softly. “You are closer to my realm now than you were several moments ago.” He moved his gloved hand upon her forehead, trying to calm her further. The devil noted her reaction of relief. “You can even feel me.”

“Please,” she begged in a near voiceless whisper, “tell me you will look after my daughter and my husband.”

Demiurge frowned all the more, thinking of the two of them. He would rather watch Yulesca’s daughter than her husband. That man was a dreadful being he would sooner see slaughtered.

But he didn't speak of that. It was better to let a soul lay to rest peacefully than become a mindless demon full of rage he could not control.

“Of course,” he answered. “Perhaps, when the time comes, I will see to it that your daughter takes your place at my side.”

Yulesca smiled at that thought, closing her eyes with a breathed out, “Thank you…”

“As for your earlier question—if you served me well—you did. And I will treasure your memory in my realm.”

Yulesca started to cry, unable to control herself at hearing such high praise.

Demiurge looked at the candle, which was burning brightly, on her desk. “Go to sleep now,” he instructed, moving his hand closer to the flame. “When you wake up, you will be in a better place.”

Without a single sign of showing pain, he brought his thumb and index finger together to squash the flame. The smoke snaked from his fingers and all laid silent in the woman’s bedroom.

#i guess being worshiped will do that to you? mellow you out? i dunno #enjoy #demiurge #overlord #overlord fanfic #demiurge drabble #demiurge snippet #snippet #small story #mywriting #oreana writes #overlord demiurge #demiurge overlord

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ragdoll127-ffxiv · 9 months

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from the dialogue ask prompts: “i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me”

AAHHHHH BEE THANK YOU! This one was really hard... I actually started working on it and then scrapped what I had cuz there wasn't any actual dialogue after like four paragraphs lol

From this list if anyone wanted to send me another!

"Hey," R'alma said abruptly.

It was abrupt, entirely out of the blue. They were lounging at his apartment, lazily draped over one another on the sofa while G'raha quietly read a book. Neither of them had spoken aloud in some time.

The Miqo'te's answering hum was automatic, and so R'alma continued. "I, uhh... I just wanted to say thank you. For, um... for protecting me."

The words took a moment to register past the ones he was reading, but once they did, G'raha set the book aside and looked down at the head nestled in his lap.

"Alma, are you drunk again?" he asked quizzically.

R'alma scoffed and buried his face further into his partner's lap. "Why would you think that?" he muttered in reply.

"Because you hate it when I try to protect you, from anything," G'raha responded, running a hand fondly over the long black ears twitching against his stomach.

"Yeah, I do." With a huff, R'alma rolled so that he was looking up into crimson eyes. "Doesn't mean I don't still appreciate it, though. And you've always done it, throwing yourself in front of me -- whether in battle, or in political situations -- to shield me from anything you think might do me harm. And I hate that you are constantly putting yourself in harm's way on my account, but... but I appreciate it nonetheless."

G'raha smiled down at him, feeling warmth swelling in his chest. "But of course, my star," he breathed. "How could I not seek to protect that which is most precious to me in all the world?"

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jwyoungforever · 1 year

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❛ keep it. it looks better on you anyway. ❜ [ from Daehyun ]

🐝 * ― 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Wooyoung hadn't expected the evening to cool off as much as it had despite winter being just around the corner. It was the mild afternoon that had given him a false sense of security; he thought that once the sun had gone down, the air wouldn't bite so hard. That was an unfortunate misjudgment on his part.

Cupping his hands in front of his face to warm his fingers with his breath, he tried to burrow into his coat to protect his ears at least. So much for not being obvious that he was cold– it had been his idea to come out for a bit of last minute Christmas shopping, so he shouldn't be complaining. It was his own fault for not looking into the temperature forecast for that night.

His eyes wandered towards a window display that caught his attention as they walked past it when a warm scarf was wrapped around him. Blinking a few times, he looked up at Daehyun in surprise. He could feel his cheeks, reddened from the cold air, turning a shade darker behind the piece of clothing.

"Thanks," he said, his face and ears already feeling less frozen than they had been. "You'd better not go and get cold now." Smiling to himself, he looked down at his feet as they continued walking down the street. Idle chatter kept them occupied until they arrived at their earlier meeting spot some twenty or so minutes later. Oh– was it time to part ways now?

Standing in front of the lawyer, Wooyoung moved his hands to take off the scarf to return it to them. He froze, however, at their words. Brown hues widened in surprise at the gesture that was as kind as the first. "Really? I can keep it?" It wasn't until he heard them say 'it looks better on you anyway' that he laughed and smiled up at them. "Fine, if you're going to insist that way~ Thank you, hyung. Really. I know– it's just a scarf to you. But this means a lot to me."

#replies;#dencesin #(This turned into a drabble I guess!?!?)#(I wasn't sure if Daehyun would give up a whole jacket/sweater so I left it as something small xD)#(Second time is worse than the first I'm so sad 😭)

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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UPCOMING TRIGGER WARNING FOR MY LITTLE DRABBLE/ASK SOMEONE SENT!

I’m working on a little ask and it revolves heavily around Baby’s mom and dad; aka: the abusive parents who I already hate. If this triggers you in anyway, look after yourself and please don’t read it okay? Go make a cup of tea or watch WandaVision. You don’t have to read it, skip it.♥️

It just gives a bit more insight on Baby’s upbringing and what type of revolting people raised them. I just really, really can’t wait for the Trio! to meet them. That is one scene I am itching to write.

Look after yourselves okay? I love you!

#upcoming small drabble #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #reader insert #sugar mommies #carol danvers #spoiler I guess #trigger warning for it

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teeniestjojokitten · 2 years

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being a regressor with appetite issues means getting frustrated that eating is so difficult sometimes and finding comfort in thoughts of a caregiver helping make food for me so it takes out some of the thinking.

#my meds are really messing with my appetite so i have no interest in food a lot of days #but i still get hungry or feel sick if i go too long without eating. so ive been trying to make myself eat even small bits as i remember #but the thought of a cg helping cut my food into manageable pieces or promising to hold me on their lap and help me eat... idk #tiny rambles #ugh #i feel like i want to be small but i can't really get myself in that headspace today. yuck.#which is fine i guess because i have work to do but it's frustrating #but i might channel some of that energy into writing some agere reader drabbles #i have some edits i might post here later too

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kudamono94 · 2 years

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Thinking about a modern AU where CEO Ningguang sees the director of the funeral home (Hu Tao) a few addresses down from her office building try a ‘company bonding day’ with a picnic in the park while playing laser tag or smth. Seeing how dull the her own office is in comparison, Ningguang gets to thinking about doing something nice for all the hard workers on her director’s board, and finally decides to invite Keqing, Ganyu, Yaoyao, Yelan, and a few select others to Dave & Buster's for a mandatory ‘day of fun’ to boost company morale

You know, like how offices do on sitcoms and stuff

It goes...about as well as you expect it to...

Yelan and Yaoyao seem to be the only ones having a great time there period, although given how easily tired Yelan gets, she ends up taping out an hour into the ‘event’ and ends up driving home so as to avoid potential embarrassment from said condition. Meanwhile, Yaoyao ends up getting into occasional heated debates with the staff every time she tries to go to the bar for another beer OR whenever she tries to play a seemingly age inappropriate game, and after this happens one too many times, also decides to tap out after calling a taxi. She is oddly satisfied that her car is still parked on the premises if only because she thinks that it is a minor inconvenience to the establishment. (It’s really not as Ganyu will just end up driving her assistant’s car back to the latter’s house later so that Yaoyao can still show up for work tomorrow on time)

Although she insists on remaining sober the entire duration of the event so as to play the role of the designated driver should any of them need a ride home, Keqing is left oddly defeated once Yaoyao and Yelan dip, and spends the rest of the time there just...hanging around Ganyu as the former has absolutely no idea what she should be doing. Thankfully, the blue haired woman doesn’t mind her company, and aside from playing a few rounds of bowling with their boss, both girls spend the majority of their time there catching up on their personal lives

Given that Ganyu is also just as sober, the two end up having some meaningful conversations with one another, and aside from giving a few of the easy looking games a try, decide to more or less just sit and eat some pizza in a corner booth where they aren’t bothered by anyone else while enjoying each other’s company. That said, by the time it starts getting dark outside, and they along with Ningguang seem to be the only people left, they (especially Ganyu) try to get Ningguang to leave with them and, although the girls are reluctant to leave without their boss in tow, they eventually leave to mill around in the bookstore next door for a few hours in the event said boss wants to change her mind about leaving with them.

However, when it quickly becomes apparent that this isn’t happening as the sun begins setting in the evening sky, Keqing and Ganyu end up parting ways before heading home, happy that at least the day they spent with one another wasn’t a total waste of time they could have spent working

At least until Ganyu comes back later around 9 for Yaoyao’s car anyway XD

Lastly, Ningguang, the one who booked a time there and set up everything to begin with, doesn’t mind the screaming children or the large crowds there, but she deeply ends up regretting insisting they all eat there...

She honestly spends a good portion of the ‘event’ either trying to balance the company’s budget so that her employees can have a good time without worrying about work (she didn’t think everything would end up being so expensive and had thought using the company’s credit card would work as far as paying for everything was concerned) OR tries to get into playing smth like bowling and getting distracted by trying to make sure that this event is a success, that everyone is a having a wonderful time~ Despite all this, she is still the last to leave and refuses to let anyone pay for either their game tickets, food, beer, etc., and even ends up bribing the guy at the prize counter to let her get some work appropriate souvenirs so as to commemorate the occasion (which she will distribute at the morning meeting the following day, as well as some aspirin should there be any potential hangovers)

Overall, while the entire ordeal isn’t the huge success her employees would be talking about for decades like Ningguang had hoped, everyone seems to have enjoyed themselves to a certain degree in the end, and as far as she’s concerned, this particular endeavor is a win in Ningguang’s eyes...

Just...maybe next time they could do something much less loud and a lot cheaper lol

#Genshin Impact #Genshin Impact Headcanons #Kudamono94's Writing #Ganyu #Keqing #Yaoyao #Yelan #Ningguang #Tbh this came across as more of a drabble like thing rather then headcanons but at the same time I think that tag still works?#Anywho #This was just a small concept I had I thought I'd share so I hope you enjoy reading it~#Also if I got either Yelan or Yaoyao's personalities wrong I apologize lol #I have Yelan but I'm still trying to get a grasp on her personality via her voice lines and her cutscenes from that last archon quest #she reminds me a bit of a Lisa or Yae type character but I don't really know too much about her so I'm not so sure?#I guess I need to finally sit down and play her story quest huh...#As for Yaoyao she reminds me a lot of Pinoko looking back at how other characters talk about her #So given she's not playable yet I wrote her using the latter in mind since again they seem very #simular to one another if that makes any sense?#Either way with Sumeru finally having a confirmed release date I just really want Yaoyao to come home lol #I already have Ganyu so now I just need her assistant~#Gonna build myself a Qixing team~

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tonystarkfucksaround · 2 years

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Fic prompts anyone?

Heeey so. I’d really love to write some drabbles, I’ve been real rusty lately and I want to overcome the sudden shyness that won’t let me finish or post new things, and if maybe someone has any prompts I’d love to give them a try!

Can’t promise I’d be real fast about it, but I sure will try my best!

I’d like to focus on cherik for now, but I’m also always open to frostiron and rhack if there’s anyone interested! ♥

#cherik #charles xavier #Erik Lehnsherr #frostiron #rhack #I have like. more than 8k words of cherik in my drafts #but somehow I'm anxious to work on it let alone post it #I need to overcome this weird fear of not being welcome in a fandom I guess #never really had this problem before #not to such an extent anyway #but if I could start easy with something small like drabbles maybe that could help!#even if it doesn't at least I hope it could be fun for everyone involved!

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elitheaceofalltrades · 10 months

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A Whole Other World - Double Drabble (186 words)

Unlike the cluttered, chaotic confusion of her birth town, the street was tranquil. A cool gentle breeze blew causing goose bumps to appear on her arms. Mouth watering and sweet scents from the bakery and florist filled the air. On her left were stalls, bursting with colour. The vendors laughed and chatted with one another while waiting for customers. It was such a marked difference from the hungry mongrels fighting for scraps she was used to. At the end of the street was the entrance to the meadows. Grassy fields of wild flowers rustling in the wind with wild ponies grazing.

For once her mind was at rest. The tumbling, roaring storm inside her brain pacified, leaving behind still waters. Her woes had sprouted wings, leaving behind a version of herself that hadn't existed in year. Happy, carefree, calm - she could hardly recognise herself. Peace washed over her, cleansing her, like a gentle summer rain. Her home town was only a stone-throw away and yet, here was a whole other world; it was astonishing. She ambled down the lane, hoping to hold this serenity forever.

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

Buy me a coffee

#Guess what i found #my teenage english homework #I wrote this in 2016 #rewrite of an old work #the prompt was a whole other world #and i wanted to do something calm #cause all my friends were doing fantasy or horror #so i was like i will subvert your expectations and do small town tranquility #writing #double drabble #old work made better #under 200 words #under 200 #work: A Whole Other World #serenity #rose tinted glasses #ko fi account #Ace of all Trades

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arcxnumvitae · 1 year

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‘Do not underestimate that I will do anything that I must for those under my protection.’...?

Hadn’t he heard a similar sentiment from Sivel in much the same vein? The transgressions one would commit under the weight of kinghood...

#{Iomhar Drabble #small follow up #yeah so it's precisely because of Sivel /just/ being like 'yeah and I'd do the war crimes all over again to keep you and everyone dear to #me safe' that Iomhar isn't like....super going hard against Aur #because he saw the similarities between the reasons for their actions #not that he agrees with it though or thinks it's right #🥴#it's a very weird place for Iomhar but right now (or in the future I guess since the drabble's time-wimey (#sorry I'd been planning to write it since their last spat and patience isn't my virtue))#Iomhar's got to deal with feeling a bit guilty about being forced to spill the beans!

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sttoru · 9 months

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can we get a pervert toji? as nasty as possible :3

“ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! ”

ෆ note. yehahshsbe yeeass please i love perv!toji.. :3 actually any perv!character s my weakness hehdhen i went a little wild writing this oopsie this is so detailed ohmyogddd anyways….. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. perv!toji x female reader. somnophilia, age gap (reader early 20s, toji mid 30s), panties stealer, m! masturbation, daddy kink, implied threesome, cunnilingus, breeding (talks of pregnancy), manhandling, overstimulation, size difference, cum play, boob job, name calling (slut), cervic fucking, mating press, calls you ‘baby, little girl, doll’, uhh anyway toji’s just a big pervert who gets turned on by anything. includes compilation of seperate, small drabbles.

toji, whom you wouldn’t have guessed was a pervert of any kind at the start of your relationship. your first intimate experience with him went as expected; it was soft and slow vanilla sex. you were just getting to know each other’s preferences in bed, so for the first few times there were almost to no signs of toji’s sexual perversity. all you remember was him being the dominant one. nothing more.

but oh, there was so much more to that. it was just hidden from your view in the early stages of your relationship. you didn’t have any knowledge of what toji was doing behind your back or what his actual thoughts were during the times you’ve been intimate.

toji, whom you didn’t know wanted to get straight into business from the very beginning of your sex life; to have your wrists pinned above your head, his hips slamming into your small cunny and molding it to remember the shape of his big cock. toji needed to see your helpless body moaning, screaming, crying and drooling from underneath him. but he couldn’t achieve that just yet; he needed to take it easy on you at first—to build up the trust between you two in bed. especially because you weren’t as experienced as he was.

toji, whom could only count on his imagination to fulfil his secret desires. he does this whenever you’re staying over and are asleep in his bed next to him. the entire apartment would be dead quiet except for toji’s muffled grunts and the faint wet sounds of him jerking off underneath the blanket.

you’d be in deep slumber with your back facing him and he’ll pleasure himself at simply the sight of your body. the older man loved just how vulnerable and innocent you seemed in your sleep—leaving your figure open and accessible to his view.

the strokes on his cock would get faster each time his eyes land on the shape of your ass. toji always imagines how it’d look when he’s giving you backshots, how the fat would jiggle with each thrust or smack of his hand. he wants to see your plump ass bounce back on him and maybe even have it covered in his cum.

toji, who sometimes stops palming himself just to turn your body around to face him. that way he can have a great view of your tits and fantasise of putting his cock between them, having the pair swallow his entire length once he squeezes them together. he’s never talked to you about it, but he will one day when you’re ready to explore more kinks and stuff in the bedroom.

toji, who keeps a pair of your panties in a secret drawer. those are his special panties, aka, the ones he uses to jerk off when you’re away. he’s done the filthiest of stuff with them; he has sniffed the insides-as if the scent of your sweet cunt lingered on the fabric- he has wrapped the cloth around his thick cock and even came multiple times all over it. he always imagines it being your pussy that he spills his load in; not his fist nor the panties.

toji, whose switch gets flipped the moment you (accidentally) call him ‘daddy’ in bed. it slipped from your mouth in the heat of the moment and the older man had to stop all movements to stare down at you— the scarred corner of his lip twitching and eventually forming a full on smirk.

not only that: it was like his entire demeanour changed. toji got more arrogant, cocky, confident and especially more dominant ever since then. that slip up of yours was the reason toji decided to let go of any restraints and just fuck you like he was always meant to do: nasty, dirty and roughly.

“yeah? mhh, fuck— say that again f’me, little girl— c’mon. if ya won’t, i’ll pull out and leave y’r cunt empty, so you better hurry up.”

toji, whose libido only increases with age rather than the opposite. you’d think dating an older guy in his mid 30s would mean that he’s going to be less sexually active. well, toji was your living proof that that wasn’t the case.. at all. he gets his dick hard just by seeing a tiny bit of your cleavage, never says ‘no’ to fucking you no matter where or when and has so much stamina that he can go on until you’re passed out. sometimes you’re fucked so full of his cum to the point that it’s impossible to push it all back into you— the white liquid just keeps leaking out of your poor pussy no matter what.

it makes toji super proud whenever you’re passed out on the bed, body still twitching and quivering in your sleep whilst he finishes himself within a few more pumps. he’s proud that he still has it in him and can last way longer compared to you, who’s still young and full of energy.

“aww, poor little baby— fucked ya right to sleep, hm? c’mere.”

toji, whose secret drawer slowly piles up with raunchy pictures of you in all kinds of comprising positions. most of them are images taken from his point of view which he captures between videos. some of them are of your ass with his dick visible between your folds, others are pictures of your fucked out self— the state which toji thinks you look the most beautiful in.

his cum dripping from your cunt, your hair a mess, sweaty skin glistening under the dim light of the room, cheeks stained with your own tears; that afterglow was something toji liked to admire. that’s why keeps those memories in his drawer (but also to masturbate to them when you’re not around, of course).

toji, who’s on cloud nine whenever he gets the chance to drown your fertile womb in multiple loads of his hot cum. he was already over the moon once you told him he could hit it raw— but then you were begging him to cum in you? that man was not going to stop at just one round. that was set in stone.

the mating press is his favourite position since it allowed him to penetrate you deep— pink tip almost painfully hitting your cervix over and over again. toji also likes it because he can get to see your pretty face whenever he shoots ropes of his potent seed inside of your womb.

toji, who’d never admit it out loud, but desperately needs to see you grow a little belly full of a new life. one which you carry with you everywhere— even whilst attending your college lectures. he can’t get the image out of his head; you wearing those skintight shirts or materinity clothes that show off your swollen stomach. he’s gonna be so proud walking next to you on the streets, knowing you’re his baby mama.

“mmh, shit— gnna fuck a baby into you, yeah? haah,, wanna see you carry my child ‘round and have you be my baby mama. hmm, you’d like that? i knew you’d do, slut— i bet everyone at y’r college is gonna know who knocked you up.”

toji, who has dirty fantasies of sharing you with his agent. he’s never thought about it before, but there was one single moment that changed his mind.

shiu visited his place once to discuss a business deal and you coincidentally were over at toji’s as well. you were kind enough to serve the two men a meal while they were discussing something which you didn’t understand. you sat down and joined them anyway (much to shiu’s dismay since it was confidential information he was sharing, but toji insisted you’d stay or he won’t take on the job. he could be petty every now and then.)

toji’s mind began wandering to some dirty thoughts as he looked at you, peacefully sitting between the two men, your fingers playing with toji’s out of boredom. your lover was instantly intrigued by the idea of having you sandwiched between shiu and him—your holes stuffed with two cocks at the same time. or just you sucking toji off while shiu was pounding your tight pussy. that alone made toji’s dick twitch in his pants.

once shiu was gone, toji wasted no time and pinned you against the wall near the front door— kicking his sweatpants and underwear away whilst his calloused fingers pulled your panties to the side;

“c’mere, lemme put that cunt to use— did y’know how close i was to jus’ fuckin’ you right in front of him? to let him see how good of a girl you can be f’me? mhmm, might even call him back so he join us.”

toji, who eats pussy like an absolute madman. he’s obsessed with eating you out and making it messy—his spit and your body fluids are always all over his lips, chin and cheeks when he’s done with you. one moment you’re chilling on the couch in your shorts and in the next you’re arching your back as toji’s head was nestled between your thighs.

he’d moan and grunt against you, his voice creating vibrations against your cunt which only adds to the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving you. toji’s nose would rub against your wet folds, his big hands holding your thighs apart while his tongue was lapping up all that it could. he definitely sniffs your pussy as well from time to time;

“mmm— aw, gonna cum already? do it, wanna taste you so bad, wanna see you cum all over my tongue. c’mon, you can do it—mhmmm, yes you can. do it for me, doll. cum for daddy. give it to him.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #toji smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x you #toji x you #jjk fic #i hope its nasty enough ☹️

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ragdoll127-ffxiv · 1 year

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March of the Tropes: Day 6 - Only One Bed

R'alma didn't think anything of sharing a small tent together in Mor Dhona. They'd done it before with no issue. But there's one thing keeping him awake that he definitely wasn't banking on: sexual tension. Short drabble (~500 words).

#ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #my fanfic #just a small drabble #March of the Tropes #only one bed #wolnpc #wolgraha #R'alma/G'raha #R'alha #it's extremely tame i promise #or sorry i guess #whichever applies lol

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 3 months

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Reader receives Nats nudes accidentally

Authors note: Just in case you didn't see, you can now buy me a coffee/commission something. See this post for more info 🥰

Authors note 2.0: trying out a new thing with a drabble series

Word count: 803

Marvel Masterlist Natasha Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

A while ago, Tony had been feeling generous and had offered to update everyone's personal computers. And Nat was definitely in need of an upgrade, she was still using the old laptop she was first given when she joined SHIELD years ago. It still ran, which she was grateful for, but it did lack speed and some other niceties. So she took him up on said offer.

Which is why she now finds herself sitting at her desk with two laptops in front of her while she transfers over her multitude of files and data. It's a bit of a tedious task to go back through everything and find out what is actually worth keeping, what's important and what can be trashed before she hands it back over to Hill, but in the end it’ll be worth it.

She's just finishing up now, sending over the last few miscellaneous things. But what she hadn’t realized was that she had not selected her new computer as a transfer location this time, but had selected your computer. Likely unnoticed because she had forgotten about even connecting her laptop to yours during your last mission, and because her eyesight was beginning to get strained after so many hours of sitting here. Regardless, off they went, and she was none the wiser

Meanwhile you're just returning to your desk from a much needed break when you see the file transfer notification light up. This confuses you, as you hadn’t asked anyone to send anything over, nor had anyone told you to expect anything. But since you apparently have some more things to attend to, you sit back down and open the file. This proves to be of little help however, because nothing is labeled. All you know is that it contains several documents and one picture.

You decide to open the picture first, as it would hopefully not require reading. It's clearly been taken in a dimly lit room so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkened screen to discern anything, but soon enough you're greeted with the side profile of a naked woman. This confuses you even more, but you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. And that's how you spot it, a small scar to the left of the belly button

“Oh my god!” you exclaim as you register who you're seeing, and you quickly close the tab

Your hands start sweating as you wrack your brain for a rational explanation. You knew Nat was a playful flirt, the two of you did so all the time. But to send an explicit picture, unprompted, and by file transfer at that, just didn’t make sense. That's when you remembered the other contents of the file, and you quickly skim through them to see if they would be of any help piecing things together. When you discover that they are just after mission reports and weapons specs your hunch of it being unintentional is confirmed. Now, you just had to figure out what to do about it

A few minutes later, you're standing outside the redhead's door as anxiety bubbles inside you. But you fight through it and knock.

“Come in!”

She's turned enough in her desk chair to see who's entering and a wide smile spreads across her face as she registers that it's you. You feel guilty now, because you have a feeling your demeanor and what you have to say will cause that smile to falter, but you need to do this. Afterall, you’d want someone to be forthcoming if they received something like this of you.

“Uh, hi Nat”

She notices your nervousness, but sets aside the observation for now “Hey Y/n, what's up?”

“I think you accidentally sent me a few of your things during that last file transfer”

“Oh, shit. Sorry about that, I’ve been at this for a few hours now and I guess I hit yours by mistake” she explains, “I didn’t even realize we were still connected”

“Neither had I. But Nat, there was a picture of you among the documents”

“Yeah? I hope it was a good one at least” she jokes, not realizing what you were trying to say. You're silent for a moment too long however, because she fully turns her chair to look at you, with her brows furrowed with worry, “Y/n, what's wrong with the picture?”

“Nothings wrong with it!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically when you think about what's yet to come, “It's just that, well…. You're naked”

Her face turns a shade of pink you’d never seen before, and her head swims with insecurities and nervousness. But she manages to bring out an air of confidence and gives you a sultry smirk

“So, answer the question. Was it a good picture?”

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