Scuttling to oblivion

Call me D. 37/bi/she/her. Multi-fandom blog. Half of whispered_weavings on Ao3. Pro-trans rights, pro-blm, anti-trump. Always willing to chat!

[meanbuddhist]

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

[jennelikejennay]

turn your attention to The Character

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[oblivionscuttle]

I lean into his touch, chuckling softly at his grumbles about the twins. "Don't be like that, Sy. I'm crying over all of you, and how nice it is to have people in my life that care enough to miss me." I quirk an eyebrow. "Besides, I'm here with you, in your bed, aren't I?"

At first I lean in with him, listening to him as he vows not to let me go through that alone again. I press my forehead to his, nodding along and turning the agreeable motion into a nuzzle at the same time, before my eyes snap open and narrow, a pout on my lips. "Unreasonable? How is wanting to be self-sufficient unreasonable? I missed you with my entire soul, Sy, but I'm also proud of how well I took care of myself."

I pause, then hide my face in the crook of his neck. "...but I was gone too long," I agree softly, the sound slightly muffled into his skin. "I missed your warmth, and your teasing, and the way you hold me..."

[gomabuchi753]

トレーラーの直立不動落ちヴィンちゃん好き過ぎる

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[syln109z]

His eyes narrow slightly at your question, just a flicker of heat returning.“…both,” he answers. But then you turn the moment, when you power off your phone, when you choose him like that… He goes still as you kiss his knuckles. “All mine, hm?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

“Just a man?” he repeats, brow lifting faintly. “…dangerous downgrade.” He lets it go. For now. Your question shifts him again, and he leans back slightly against the headboard, close enough that your legs still brush. His fingers find your ankle again.

“Luke and Kieran…” he exhales. “They did finish it.” A pause. “They were insufferable about it.” His thumb drags absently along your skin as he continues. “Wouldn’t tell me anything either. Kept calling it ‘classified,’ like that means something to me.”

A faint scoff. “I let them have their moment.” Then, a glance at you. “They built a drone... that makes coffee.” He lets that sit for a second. “Yes,” he adds dryly, already anticipating your reaction. “That was the ‘secret project.’”

His gaze softens again as it settles on you, “They said it was for you.” A small pause. “…figured you’d complain less if caffeine came to you instead of the other way around.” There’s the faintest hint of a smirk, but it doesn’t quite hide the sincerity underneath. “They missed you.”

“I did too.”

[oblivionscuttle]

I definitely file that both away for later. But for now, his words have a smile tugging my lips, have happy tears welling up. "Those perfect little idiots...I was only complaining because your base is so damn big," I whisper, wiping quickly at my eyes. "That's so sweet, I..."

I take a deep breath, trying to get my emotions under control. "I'm going to get them something while we're here then. Something nice, to thank them," I say firmly. I take my last bite of breakfast, pop the last strawberry into my mouth, and give a content sigh.

"I missed you too. So much. It was hell being away for so long, Sy..." I murmur, stroking my fingers gently over his cheek. "Next time I have to be down for surgery, I'm just gonna recover at your place." I pause, then grin faintly. "But don't expect me to let you help much. I'm stubborn like that."

[ffviidirtyconfessions]

[tehrevving]

Wanna Defile the Pilot Seat with Vincent?

The filth chapter is up and it's way too dirty for Tumblr. Read on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86329796/chapters/228763606

[immanuelcouldnt]

@the-twilight-duchess 3 - C4 - Ganondorf (Any, you fool)

My iteration of Ganondorf would like to know why you waited until the last minute to ask for an extension.

And more importantly: why it should be his problem.

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[oblivionscuttle]

I can't help but shiver at the slow caress on my knee. I smile behind my coffee mug, the muscles in that thigh twitching a little. "Sore...do you mean from the last of my recovery from surgery, or from last night?" I ask, unable to help the teasing note in my tone.

"But disappearing for the day sounds like a great idea. In fact..." I reach over and take up my phone, power it off, and slide it into the nightstand drawer. "There," I say softly, meeting his eyes. "I'm all yours." I pick his hand up off my leg and brush a soft kiss over his knuckles.

"You're not a weapon today, Sy. Today, you're just a man on vacation with his girl, with nothing important going on beyond spending time together."

I set my coffee down and pick up a piece of toast. "So, you first. What did I miss while we were apart? Did Luke and Kieran ever finish that secret project they refused to tell me about?"

[immanuelcouldnt]

[Insert-character-here]

Textless Below for those who want to slap different dialog on it.

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[oblivionscuttle]

I nod faintly. "I know. Phone calls and facetiming isn't the same." I take a deep breath before smiling to him. "But! I'm better now, and we have the week together to make up for lost time."

I can't help but laugh at his teasing words. "Yeah, yeah, fair is fair. I shall take your critique with all the grace I can," I reply, eyes sparkling happily as I set my fork down. I pick up my own coffee, taking a sip and sighing softly. "You always make it so perfectly..."

I look up at him, leaning back against the headboard again. "So. If you don't feel like going back to sleep...what do you want to do this morning? I'd be happy to do whatever you want." I pause. "Well, as long as there aren't guns involved," I add on quickly.

Because there's a non-zero chance that could be a thing.

[tehrevving]

Could we have winter time snuggles with Vincent? Can be smutty or not.

"The heating didn't come on," you whine, voice still thick with sleep. You're warm under the thick covers, the little spot you've been lying in toasty, and the rest of the bed warm from Vincent's much more substantial body heat, but your nose is cold.

He groans softly from beside you, eyes fluttering as you pull him completely from sleep, he's still not really good at waking up. "I will handle it," he says, regretfully, brushing hair from his eyes as he slowly extract himself from the covers, ignoring the way your hands pathetically reach out for him.

He's substantially more awake when he returns, moments after a groaning, rattle echoes through the room. You reach out for him, sliding against him in a cuddle as he gets back under the covers.

"I missed you, you were gone forever-- holy crap your clothes are freezing!!"

He hums with amusement, allowing you to flinch back from him as far as you can, while you rub at your body underneath the covers in mock shivers. "That is why I got up to turn the heating on."

Inching slowly towards him, you come up with a plan. "You should take them off.

He tilts his head.

"Your freezing cold clothes. You should take them off, so we can cuddle."

"So we can cuddle?" He replies, deadpan as usual.

"Mhmm," you reply, everything else already forgotten as you inch closer to him, thick blanket already reducing the impact of his short jaunt into the cold.

He tilts his head and rolls his eyes ever so slightly at you, even though from the outline through the covers, you can tell his hands are already inching the hem of his shirt up his body.

[tehrevving]

Thinking about the first time Vincent fully and truly relaxes around you. When he’s exhausted and bone tired after an entire day of fighting, coming home, struggling to keep his eyes open. Exhausted as he drapes himself over you in such a vulnerable soft cuddle before slowly, unconsciously migrating to your lap where he instantly falls asleep.

It’s the first time that he’s truly boneless against you, where there’s no pretence of him cuddling to soothe you, or to make sure you’re comfortable, where his focus isn’t on you. Where he’s relaxed in a different way to after sex, where his eyes are glassy and he’s sated and his focus isn’t quite there, but he’d be like that around anyone, if he let them in.

This is different, this is every inhibition gone, every intrusive thought, every moment where he finds himself not worthy stripped away. He’s exhausted and can’t think of anything but being where he feels safe and warm and secure.

You’re pinned underneath him for hours but it’s so worth it, you’ll never wake him, because when he wakes up. When his eyes focus on you after that first, sleepy, bleary eyed blink where he looks up at you like you’re his entire world, where there’s not a single shred of apprehension in his gaze, that’s worth any amount of dead legs and discomfort.

[tehrevving]

If you’ve still got the down time, you’ve mentioned thigh riding with Vincent where he doesn’t help you get off outside of encouraging words and is just watching and feeling you make a mess 😏

I got paid way too much to write this on the clock lmaooooo. Enjoy

“I thought this was what you wanted,” Vincent teases, voice low in the heated air around your bodies. You’re riding him, riding his thigh, out of breath, sweaty, desperate, so fucking close but struggling to get there.

“i just- I just wanted to tease you,” you grit out, fingers digging into his arm for support, for leverage, to try and get more friction on the smooth leather of his pants. You’re naked, dripping on him, making a mess of the fabric, while he’s fully clothed and looks completely composed, although you know better.

“And you are,” he praises, slightly out of breath just from watching you. His teeth are gritted, jaw tight, eyes shining, lust and want etched clearly on his face, but he won’t give you what you want, not until you soak his thigh. “You know what you need to do,” he purrs, “and then you can have—“ he trails off but it doesn’t matter, you know what he means.

His crotch is bulging, deforming his pants, all you want to do is touch it, grind on it, stain the leather while you force him to make a mess of himself, but his grip is tight on your hips, forcing you to grind on his thigh, not allowing you to move where you want to be. You’d be able to cum effortlessly, if he’d just let you press against the tight bulge of his crotch, and he knows it too, knows why you’re struggling.

“Show me that I am more to you than just that part,” he hisses, trying to tease but you know that is actually a bit of a deep seated insecurity for him. You were considering being a brat, knowing it would take nothing to convince him to let you have what you want, but now, fuck now you’re going to need to follow through.

“Help me,” you ask finally, leaning your head against his shoulder, giving in to the strength of his arms, the way that he can move you, control you, press you down against his thigh until you howl, rubbing you against slick fabric until everything else fades away.

[good-advice-ganondorf]

Well. After an argument with my mom, she has decided that she will no longer be paying for my doctor's appointments. I think I'm still on her insurance, so it shouldn't be too bad, but I'll have to pay the copays myself.

If anyone is interested in a plush commission, I have them open on Etsy, linked below. If you'd want anything that isn't humanoid, please message me there.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/4409336815/custom-plush-commissions

I'm also going to sell some of my figures. It's mostly vocaloid, but I do have some rare items. My MFC page is linked below. Dm me there if anything catches your eye.

MyFigureCollection.net - My figurine collection (Anime, manga and video games figures, goods, CDs and artbooks from Japan)

I don't think she's going to stop financially supporting me all together, and I'm trying to get a job. But I'm still in community college so this is devastating. It's not a terrible emergency, I have a decent amount of money in the bank and savings, but any support is appreciated.

[oblivionscuttle]

Come on Revelation, if we get nothing else...

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[syln109z]

He does look mildly offended. His brow lifts as he watches you enjoy the food, fork pausing halfway to his own plate when you praise him. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes. “…getting good?” he repeats slowly.

Then he sets his fork down. “I’ve been good,” he corrects. “You’re only noticing it now.” The faintest hint of a smirk tugs at his mouth after, betraying that he’s not actually upset, just… particular about how he’s perceived. Especially by you.

He leans back slightly, watching you hide your smile behind the toast, and his eyes narrow just a touch. “You think I didn’t notice that?” he murmurs. But then you mention cooking for him and that shifts things. His gaze drifts over you again. “French toast,” he repeats. “You’re confident.”

His hand lifts, brushing a crumb from the corner of your lip with his thumb, “…fine,” he says. “You can cook.” A slight tilt of his head. “But I’m watching closely.” He picks up his fork again, finally taking a bite, “…wouldn’t want you ruining my kitchen.”

[oblivionscuttle]

I huff, the tiniest pout on my lips. "It's been a while since you've cooked for me, okay? This is the first time we've been able to spend much time together in a while."

The thought makes me pause for a moment, before I sigh. "I'm sorry I haven't been around enough to witness your culinary growth," I say softly. "Not being able to drive for almost a year was...honestly shitty. And it's not like buses run to the N109 zone." I take a deep breath, then smile up to him. "But I'm pretty much back to normal now, so I'll be around more often..." I nudge him softly with my foot. "And I can critique your cooking too," I tease.

Then a second huff leaves my lips. "Ruin your kitchen? It's french toast, not a three star Michelin meal! I'll get like five dishes dirty."

[tehrevving]

Vincent Valentine my beloved