#always much more gullible when sleepy

[ringtailes]

Do you know spoockypilgrims? I don’t know, but their post is kinda similar to those scam posts I’ve seen floating around that use that same story. I don’t see any rash on the cat and GoFundMe “Buisuit’s Surgery” has the same photo on it. I’ve also seen the same post for a cat called Koppi. Just saying it might be a scammer, but I’d suggest asking the user why the same cat is somewhere else under the same name as their PayPal because I bet they don’t actually own the cat and the PayPal is fake.

Just saw the post about it being a scammer, but thanks anon for letting me know! Seems the coward behind it deleted already though

[scara-meow-che]

then they were roommates ┃ sweet deception with thoma

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader with no set of pronouns, roommate! thoma, use of sedatives, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it!), pervert! thoma, noncon, he takes pics of you, male masturbation, pervert and a bit ooc thoma ♥︎

AN. another reposted work. i promise that i'd be posting new ones soon <3 just a little more from my part on actually editing the drafts that i have here but anyway, enjoy our ooc pervert, roomie thoma!

thoma is the sweetest roommate you’d ever ask for!

besides the fact that he constantly reminds you of the tasks you have absentmindedly forgotten or prepares breakfast in the morning, he also helps you with your projects whenever he has some time to spare.

you also want to take note of the tea he always makes!

“hey thoma! you haven’t told me what brand this tea is.”

the weekend had just arrived and you were left sprawled in the comforts of your blankets while watching another rom-com with thoma. he was laid adjacent to your side, the two loveseats occupied by your tired bodies.

“silly, how many times do i need to tell you that i handmade this! you can help me pick up the ingredients tomorrow morning if you want,” thoma offers with a smile. he can see how you immediately perked up in interest, nodding your head in agreement. “well, just make sure that you sleep early now since i often leave around 5.”

and he hears you grunt afterward.

“come on now, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this, yeah?” he encourages you, standing up from his seat. he eyes you, taking a huge sip of your tea before dropping down the cup on the nearby table. he shudders, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips before he reaches out both his hands to help you stand up.

as you do, you can feel your body slipping into a relaxed state, almost stumbling and falling back into the seat. but thoma was fast and had an arm wrapped around your body, gently cradling you in his warmth.

“easy now,” he mumbles. it felt quite nice to be wrapped in his embrace as the nature of his being caring seeps through while he guides you to your room. “getting sleepy now, aren’t you?”

you hummed, feeling the softness of your blanket caressing your skin as thoma gently lays you down on your bed. as each second passes by, you find your eyes can barely keep themselves open. and before you were consumed by sleep, you can hear the faint whisper from your roommate, a sweet smile etched on his face.

“sweet dreams f/n.”

it was truly sweet, thoma had always been like this every day and you barely notice the patterns. he is someone so kind, dependable, selfless, and caring so you trust him. there’s never a reason to doubt him, not when he had you gullible just as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong but thoma genuinely cares for you. he likes you, a lot. but the intensity of his emotions quickly becomes too much for him to handle. you were so pretty, so perfect in his eyes that he can’t help but give you what he thinks you’d want, what you’d like, what you’d find worthy of your affection.

but he thinks that fucking you when you’re asleep is something you wouldn’t approve of.

when he sees the steady motion of your chest, lungs pumping air in and out of your relaxed and vulnerable state, he’s quick to adjust your body, letting you lie flat on your back and your legs pressed on each side. you’ve always looked beautiful to him, no matter what you wear, no matter how unkempt your hair was.

and he finds you most beautiful spread out like this for him to take. an angel you are in his eyes.

he groans when he feels his cock ache inside his tight pants. you’re just that perfect, fuck, he’s so damn lucky that he’s the one who gets to share this apartment space with you and not just a random bastard who wouldn’t treat you like he does.

he just hope you wouldn’t find out the debauched person he can be.

thoma wants to put all the blame on you. you should be held accountable for how adorable you are, and how your beaming eyes always had him hooked whenever you tell him what happened in uni. you should know that he’s utterly smitten from how much you cling to him, trusting him to the point where you don’t even notice that the tea he makes was the very reason why he had you pressed down like this.

of course, he wouldn’t dare hurt you. he’s not an asshole who just takes advantage of you like this and ends up hurting you in any way or form. thoma would spend the time preparing you, holding you, and pleasing you before he could even please himself.

as he had your legs spread open, he would gently remove your pants, revealing you in your underwear. he finds it cute how you wear this particular pair every weekend, the soft pastel red cotton undies he always love!

then he would notice how you’d shiver, feeling the cold gust of wind welcoming your flushed skin. thoma would cover you up with the blanket he made for you, smiling as he remembers how you were elated to receive this from him.

as he provides you a source of warmth, he would continue and leave kisses on your thighs, his large hands pressing down to spread your legs wider. he dares not leave any hickeys, as much as his mind tells him to mark you already. he can do that later when you’re finally sober enough to know what the hell he’s doing.

after leaving feather-like kisses on both your thighs, thoma would press two of his fingers between your clothed cunt, sliding up and down your slit. he can hear the gentle hums of satisfaction escaping your lips.

“even when you’re in deep sleep, you’ve always loved being pleasured like this, huh?” he whispers, putting in some pressure that the tip of his finger glides down your clit. “we wouldn’t want to mess this though,” he adds before he hooks two of his fingers to the band of your underwear and slowly pulls it off your body.

with your lower half exposed for his eyes to feast on, thoma almost came at the sight of your cunt slightly shimmering from your slick. he curses under his breath, impatient because he just wants to shove his cock but had put an immense focus so to mentally stops himself.

before he even loses control, he moves his head down and has his lips close in your cunt. he hums, satisfied, tasting you as his tongue laps up and down your clit. he can finally taste you, so sweet against the sensitive flesh of his mouth. you were addicting, thoma can’t help but give your pussy lips a kiss before he had his whole mouth sucking on your poor cunt.

he felt your thighs occassionally close back from the sensation, your eyebrows furrowing that your sleep-induced state tries to focus on the pleasurable feeling you’re receiving between your legs.

“you’re so damn cute,” thoma mutters before he goes back on assaulting your sensitive clit. he wants to hear you moan, to hear you whimper about how good he’s treating you, how good he was on eating you out, on pleasing you but that can wait.

after flicking his tongue on your sensitive nub, he had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your hole. you were so wet, so ready for him to take but he wants to make you cum first. thoma goes back on sucking on your clit as his fingers smoothly go in and out of your hole, adjusting it to reach the most sensitive spot inside that he knew by heart. you were so warm, so tight around two of his digits.

the pleasure he gets from fucking you like this had him rutting his hips down the bed, cock itching to shove itself inside your warmth and have your tight walls snuggle it closer. his pants' already ruined from his pre. he groans as he does so, eyes peering up to witness how your back softly arched from the vibrations he had let go on your clit. thoma can feel how close you are, your warm walls sucking him in with fervor.

“that’s it f/n. go on, cum for me,” he says even if you won’t even hear him or know that it was him pleasuring you like this. your walls clamped on his fingers, your hole gushing out so much slick as thoma didn’t stop sliding his digits in and out to ride your high.

your body was still shaking a bit from the aftermath of your orgasm when thoma swiftly moved up and pulled his hard and aching cock out of his already-ruined pants. he hissed as the warmth of his hands made contact with his skin, quickly rubbing the bulbous head on your cunt to relieve himself from the pain.

“‘want you so badly, f/n, just let me—” slowly, he pushes himself inside your walls, grunting at the sudden tightness engulfing him. he eyes your body, those emerald hues watching every twitch of your eyebrow and how your chest lets go of a shaky breath as he finally pushes all the way in. “fuck, you feel so good around me.”

thoma’s head was spinning at the view he’s getting of you even more when he looks down to where you’re both connected. his long girth feels just perfect to be inside you, smoothly sliding in and out. hell, he wanted to roughly bend you in half and shove himself as deep as he could but you might wake up. he doesn’t want that but fuck, you’re making it so hard for him.

in seconds, he rocks his hips against your body, his thighs softly smacking against your butt as he slowly ruts himself in your core. thoma bites down on his lips, focusing on being gentle while getting the most out of your cunt. he closes his eyes, savoring how your walls sucks him in, tightening every time he bottoms out. he was so big yet he had managed to have you adjust to his size perfectly, molding you to have his cock alone.

he was close, the pleasure so intense on bis lower half he had somehow let go of his focus and started a rather quick pace in fucking you. he hears you whimpering, his mind thinking that you’re awake and was ushering him to go faster, that you’re close too, that you want him to make a mess out of you.

“anything for you, f/n. fuck, i’d do anything for you,” he utters with a moan, sweat glistening on his forehead, his balls slapping oh so loudly against your thighs covered with your slick. and he pulls out, groaning as his cold hands started to jerk on his sensitive cock before he lets out his thick cum just right outside your hole.

thoma could barely keep in his moans, shivering at how he coats your pussy lips with his load that you looked so damn messy but fuck, you’re just so beautiful in his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispers but gained back his focus in seconds when he hears you humming. his eyes darted back to your face only to see that you’re still fast asleep.

thoma sighs, shaking his head, and went back down to look at your cum-stained cunt. he could just jerk again at the sight but doesn’t want to wake you sooner than he’d think he might. but, before he puts your legs back down and it let relax, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly took pictures of your body, more on how he ruined you below, angling it where he can see how he had claimed you to be his.

with this sweet smile on his face, he bends down and slowly left a kiss on your forehead.

“sweet dreams, angel. i hope that we can spend more time soon.”

⠀⠀scara-meow-che © 2023 ┃ do not copy, modify, or repost ANY of my content

[stargirlwrites]

so naive

Jungkook x f.reader

-> smut • huge tw.

-> request

-> warnings: a lot. It's really fucked up so if you're soft to cnc smuts don't read!! • unprotected sex • cnc sex • age gap (older jk) • mentions of drugs • kinky. • slight ddlg • slight pet play • humiliation • pussy slapping • dirty talk • dom!jk

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"Here's your stuff ___, I think you should stay the night here. I don't want you going around town high off this stuff alright?" Jungkook said as he handed you the packet of pills. You really didn't give a fuck where you were you just needed the ibuprofen to ease your pain.

Yeah "ibuprofen" is what you thought you were getting. You were such a dumb naive little girl you really thought Jungkook was giving you the strongest dosage of ibuprofen you can't find in drug stores. Little did you know they were actually perks. Jungkook was way older than you. You were only 19 and he was 28, he knew what he was doing.

He'll give you perks and get you extremely high off of it, then he'll use your pretty little body. He'll fuck you for hours, having you dripping cum out of your stupid little pussy, he'll abuse your hole and throat and take photos. You'll remember having sex but you'll always think it was you who wanted to make "love" with him but there was no love you were just so gullible and would believe anything Jungkook would tell you.

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"Kook.. I don't f-feel bad anymore.. needs to to sleepies, cuddle me!" You were talking nonsense again, just what Jungkook wanted. He needed you to get even more brain dead to fuck you into next week

"Okay baby, I'll cuddle you to sleep then I'll go sleep on the couch. Does that sound good?" he was so good to you. So you thought.

"mmmhh" is all you let out, letting him know that you're ready to be put to bed.

and that's how Jungkook found himself dirty talking to you while playing with your pussy.

"so fucking wet for me bunny. you're such a fucking idiot, thinking I'm putting you to sleep but I'm just playing with your chubby cute cunnie." He says as he rubs his fingers up and down your slit. You were dripping buckets. So much pre cum dripping out of you that Jungkook slapped your pussy and when he'll pull his hand away, strings of slick would be on his hand still connected to your cunt.

"Fuck getting so hard playing with this cunt. You ready for my cock? You ready have this pussy stretched so wide that you're drenching my cock in your purity blood?" He talked so nasty, but he knew it turned you on even if you were half asleep.

You responded by letting out little whines and whimpers. You always would reach for him and try to get the warmth of his body on yours. You really like to cuddle him. Him and his big muscles.

Jungkook got completely naked, he started stroking his huge cock making himself hiss. He wanted to choke you with his cock. Maybe he'll slap his dick all over your face. He wanted to ruin you. He wanted to make you into his nasty baby whore. This was a huge kink to him, he went all out too.

He'll go to kinky stores and buy cute things to fuck you in. He'll buy little cute pajamas to put you in, cute pajama jump suits he'll put you in and fuck you hard. He'll go to the pet store and buy leashes and collars.

"Fuck it I'm gonna fuck you while you're wearing a doll dress." Jungkooks goes and grabs a dress you'll usually see on dolls. It was a vintage maid look kinda dress but in human size. He took off the rest of your remaining clothes, putting you in the dress.

He then positioned you so where your legs are wide opened, laying out on the bed like a dead corpse, but you were very much alive and very much moving and awake.

It didn't take long for him to put a collar on you and stuff you with his cock. You were moaning and calling him daddy. Saying slutty things like "faster" and "harder". Telling him what a good husband he was and that he needs to take the kids to school tomorrow. You were such a cute mess.

His cock would drill your insides. It was so nasty but you really did love it. It made you feel a little too good. The way his cock would rip you inhalf always had you limping the next day. He fucked you so good, he was so generous, always giving you his cock.

The night went on. It was long. It was full of cum. No protection what so ever. He came in your little cunt about 6 times. You squirted and made a mess everywhere. You were definitely expecting a little jeon soon.

[pacifymebby]

Cal / Sleepiest Girl In The World

🪻warnings: drug use, reader is a stoner, slight nsfw in places, somno right at the end and I've put a warning before it so you can read the rest and just stop before it x🪻

🪻There isn't a single place in the world you couldn't fall asleep, Cal knows that by now, having found you napping in some truly ridiculous places (across the bonnet of someone else's car, on a picnic bench at the side of a race track where there were bikes being revved right next to you! On the bedroom floor even though your bed was literally right there for the taking...)

🪻You've slept through races, through fights, through stunts you wished you hadn't slept through. The fight at that picnic over Milwaukee? Yeah, you were napping.

🪻And whenever you're found napping at the back of the club anyone who finds you always gets Cal.

🪻once you fell asleep on the pool table because you'd lay on your back on it for only a moment just to look at the ceiling light swaying in the breeze, and drifted off... Your little legs dangling over the side, your socked feet swaying in the breeze too. You'd looked so pretty and peaceful he hadn't wanted to disturb you, couldn't even be mad at you for risking damaging the table, and he'd picked you up as gently as he could and carried you somewhere more suitable for sleeping.

🪻He doesn't mind that it's always him though, in fact he thinks it's adorable how sleepy you always seem to be. You're his sleepy sleepy girl and he is head over heels for you.

🪻 Danny's never really successfully interviewed you, it doesn't help that you're a little shy, but every tape he's ever run of you is littered with your little yawns, you all, "I'm sorry Danny don't know why I'm so sleepy today..." And then someone else in the background, usually Corky, "don't listen to her Danny, she knows exactly why she's so "sleepy" today..." Followed by the guys sniggering and scuffling.

🪻You've barely ever got your eyes open in the photographs he takes of you either, he's always trying to capture your peaceful, dreamy nature but all he really ends up with is a collection of photographs of you sleeping against Cal's shoulder whilst he talks about his bike.

🪻It was always obvious you were Cal's girl, even long before you were Cal's girl, the two of you just fitted together so well, made so much sense. You were so laid back, so calm, so happy to just sit and listen to the world going round (or Cal talking on and on about bikes and his bike and all the things he was going to do to it next) you would often choose to sit near him at picnics so that you would have an excuse not to talk, so that you could rest your cheek on your knees and shut your eyes, enjoy the warmth of the sun on your back through your jacket and let the sound of his drawling low voice and the warm afternoon lull you.

🪻 And when the guys would start teasing him telling him he was boring you to sleep you wouldn't have to say anything, you'd just smile at him from where you sat, waiting for permission, and he would nod you over and let you rest your head in his lap, let him place his joint between your lips for you to take a drag as he returned to his talking and you returned to his listening.

🪻None of the other guys ever made a pass at you unless it was specifically with the intention of winding Cal up... Because even if you weren't officially his girl, he already thought of you as his, he could see how made for one another you were, and he was protective of you...

🪻Your sleepy, sweet, a little shy nature made you an easy target for the boys teasing and games, they liked to try and make you blush, embarrass you or trick you (because in truth you were also very gullible). It always took you that second longer to work out when they were talking shit or when you were the butt of one of their jokes and Cal would always rise to the role of your defender, throwing an empty bottle at whoever he thought needed settling down. Offering you solace in his arms or on the back of his bike when you needed an escape from the middle of another joke.

🪻Cal was always warning the other guys not to give you too much of their pot but they'd only ever roll their eyes at him, call him a square and offer you more... Because you're an adorable stoner, the way you get all giggly and pliable. The way your shimmer shadowed eyes glisten as they grow heavy and hooded.

🪻Sometimes the Corky and Wahoo liked to pinch something from your hair or your back pocket, steal your sunglasses and play piggy in the middle with you... Because you're smaller than them, because you get this giggle on you when you've had a smoke that is so sweet and contagious all the boys love to hear it, because you sound so cute when you get tired and you start whining at them to "quit it!" "Leave me alone, give it back!"

"Well which is it doll you want us to leave you alone or give it back?"

"Corkyyyyy! Give!"

🪻Well Cal doesn't want to hear you whining anyone's name but his and so of course he jumps up and joins in, catches your sunglasses and sidles up to you, his own teasing grin on his face when he offers you them and snatches them away at the last second. Only he has ever been allowed to tease you. He holds them up just out of your reach making you jump for them, keeps it up until he's heard you whine his name too. Then he's happy. Grins and tells you to ask nicely.

"Where's your manners baby doll, man I thought you was sophisticated..."

🪻 He'll make you say please, Cal, and when you do he places your sunglasses back on your face over your eyes and holds your cheeks in his palms. He's definitely going to leave a grease stain or two behind but when you stand on your tiptoes to thank him with a kiss to his cheek you leave your lipstick stain on him in return.

🪻 Back then when you started to get sleepy (you were always the first to fall asleep but never had the sense to call it a night and go home) you would find somewhere quieter to curl up and shut your eyes. You'd take a picnic blanket and find the shade of a tree, or sometimes less conventional places, and you would drift to sleep. Cal didn't really like it, you just wandering off, sleeping alone at meetings or picnics because although he knew most the guys there would never lay a finger on you, he didn't know all the guys, and he certainly didn't trust all the guys.

🪻So he always had one eye on you and he was always looking to keep you safe, he'd always make a point of telling Johnny when he saw you wander off, so that he'd know to look out for you too. And Johnny would always say the same stupid thing, with the same shit eating grin, "if you're bothered so much where she sleeps Cal why don't you ask her to sleep with you."

🪻But back then you were only friends...

🪻Now things are a little different... Now when you get sleepy at a meeting or a picnic all you have to do is come find him (not that you're ever particularly far away from him) he can tell just by looking at you what you need and he opens his arms up for you before you've even had to ask.

🪻 "There she is my sleepyhead, those boys been letting you smoke too much?" He teases, his low drawl luring you in. You're too sleepy to talk but his teasing makes you blush when you shake your head and try to deny being stoned. "C'mere doll," he says gathering you up in his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you nuzzle into him and he kisses your head meaningfully.

🪻 The guys will try to razz him up about it but Cal doesn't really care, he'll just smirk a little sheepishly when they tell him he's whipped, he'll remind them they're only jealous they ain't got a girl of their own to show off. And fuck has he got a lot to show off about.

🪻Because he's got you with your sleepy smudged eyeliner, charcoal black around your big doe eyes, your long lashes shadowing your cheeks when your dewy eyes flutter shut. The little whimpers and whines you make when you're getting tired and you just want to curl up and sleep... The little whimpers you sometimes make when you are asleep and you're dreaming youre with him. The way you tend to chew your sleeve or suck your thumb when you're tired, how sweet you look with something in your mouth...

🪻You smell divine, this dusty lavender scent, your perfume and your clothes, your long hair, all smell of it. Like the fields in the evening when the air is thick with pollen, this summer night smell which calms and holds him in a trance whenever you walk by and he catches your scent on the breeze.

🪻He loves to bundle you up in his arms, bury his nose in your hair and breathe in that sweet lavendery smell, loves to tickle you with his beard as he smothers you in kisses to make you giggle and wriggle away from him in your sleep. Loves to hold you tighter whenever you do.

🪻He no longer has to worry about where you're going to nap because you always, always come to him. He is your favourite place to nap, in his arms, wearing his t-shirts, nuzzling into his chest.

🪻There's a chair in his garage that's there especially for you because you love sitting listening to him talk away whilst he works on his bike and on the various cars that get sent his way. And there were just one too many occasions that he'd come up from having been tinkering away beneath a car for several hours, only to find that the reason you'd been so quiet was that you'd fallen asleep curled up against the side of the car using his Vandals jacket as a blanket/pillow.

🪻Your peaceful, daydreamy nature has quite a calming effect on Cal... And he's a pretty laidback kinda guy anyway... Well for the most part. He loves lying atop your covers with you, or on the rug sharing a joint and listening to your LPs, youve tried to make him dance with you on a couple of occasions but it's never really dancing because you're so slow and sleepy, it's always you leaning against him, this cute little smile on your face, your eyes closed peacefully as he rocks you gently to the music.

🪻he loves to curl up in a hammock with you out back, or reclining on the bench on your front porch, you tucked between his legs, drifting to sleep against his chest. He can play with your hair and kiss your cheek and close his eyes and drift off alongside you and it's the best sleep he's ever had.

🪻But when he wants to wake you up he's got certain methods, for certain occasions...

🪻when he needs to wake you up at the bar after a meeting when it's time to get you on the back of his bike and ride you home, he likes to tease you, slip your shoes off and tickle your bare feet, his touch making you jump out of your skin and squeal delightfully - the sound really is music to his ears. Especially because he's given you a fright and left you pissed off and flustered all at once. Because he's made you jump you immediately grasp for him, arms thrown around his neck clinging to him for protection. Realising too late that you should be mad at him so that by the time you are and you try to push him away he already has too good a grip on you and he pulls you in tighter, carrying you bridal style, triumphantly out the front door. You giggling and hitting his chest playfully in protest.

🪻When he wants to wake you gently he will prop himself up on his elbow beside you and stroke your hair from your face, lean down to talk all low and gentle in your ear, "Time to wake up baby." He'll kiss your cheek and then your ear, maybe steal a little nibble as he tries to rouse you from your dreams.

🪻Nsfw Below

🪻And when he's feeling a certain kind of way he has a favourite way to wake you up... With lots of soft, teasing caresses, his fingers trailing tickled lines along your thighs, his hands squeezing your ass, or slipping beneath your t-shirt to graze your belly and your breasts. He'll kiss along your neck, whisper teasing lines in your ear, "know you're dreaming about me babydoll... C'mon baby open your eyes..."

🪻It is of course entirely consensual and he would never try anything with you you hadn't already talked about. Cal adores you and would never do anything to you he wasn't completely certain you wouldn't want him to.

🪻And in truth it's your favourite way to wake up... In fact sometimes when you really want him, you'll pretend to be sleeping just to tempt him into trying to tease you... And sometimes when you've woken up to his gentle touch on your skin, you'll keep your eyes closed and try to hide your smile hoping he'll take things further and push the boundaries... You're not a very good actress however and you always give yourself away with a moan or a needy, sleepy little whine.

[aidensteddybear]

Can I be the first one to make a reality resort request by asking for regressor Vijay headcannons?

Regressor! Vijay Headcanons

•He usually regresses around the ages of 4-7, though he can go younger on occasion, like around 1-3, but it’s not often.

•He’s extremely energetic and has absolutely no sense of danger. He has to be looked after by someone, otherwise he’ll probably end up injuring himself somehow.

•He loves trying to balance on things that aren’t exactly made for that, and can be pretty dangerous to try and balance on. Especially since his balance isn’t nearly as good as it is when he isn’t regressed.

•He doesn’t openly tell people about his regression and tries not to do it in front of people, though if he does, he doesn’t care. He’s not shy in the slightest.

•Vijay will go up to one of his teammates, or any other contestant for that matter, and ask them to play with him with no shame. They obviously find this odd, but most of them will actually engage and interact with him.

•Out of all of his teammates, he gets along most with Charles. He’s very patient and kind to him, plus he’s one of the only members who actually knows why he’s acting this way.

•For some reason, Vijay likes to be around Olive too. Olive kind of sees Vijay like a little brother. An annoying little brother that is.

•He likes to hang upside down, for no reason other than just for fun. He’ll do it for a while, so whoever’s with him will have to eventually tell him to sit normally so he doesn’t get a headache.

•Absolutely hates nap and bedtime, unless he’s regressed younger than normal.

•Actually, Vijay is a lot more calm when he’s around the 1-3 age range. He’s often a bit sleepy and enjoys doing fairly low energy things. Like watching cartoons or playing with a few stuffed animals.

•He needs a lot of attention. If someone isn’t paying attention to him or is ignoring him, he will continuously bother them until they pay attention to him.

•He is so giggly. He giggles and laughs at everything. If he finds something really funny, he’ll start kicking his legs while laughing.

•He finds jumping on the couch or bed really fun. It’s hard to convince him to stop, he’ll usually only stop if he accidentally hurts himself. But even then, he’ll sometimes go right back to jumping immediately after.

•Vijay loves trying to be sneaky and spy on people. Unfortunately, he’s almost always caught since he’ll either have a bad hiding spot or end up making some sort of noise.

•He doesn’t use pacifiers all that much throughout the day, but when he’s going to bed or taking a nap, they’re an absolute necessity. He can’t sleep without one.

•Though, he does tend to start sucking his thumb sometimes during the day, but he only really does that out of pure boredom.

•He needs cups that have lids, whether that’d be a bottle or a sippy cup, though probably a sippy cup since that’s what he prefers most of the time.

•He will sometimes use bottles. Mostly at night, but if he’s teeny tiny, then he’ll use them during the day as well.

•If he doesn’t have a cup with a lid, he will 1000% spill it. He’s definitely not at all cautious and doesn’t pay any attention to his surroundings, he’s also a bit clumsy as well, so he will definitely spill his drink at some point.

•He doesn’t get angry or upset all that much. He’s typically very cheerful and happy.

•He only really gets upset when he’s exhausted, so it is easy to tell when he’s tired, since he’s a lot more irritable.

•He can be very gullible, especially when he’s somewhere between the ages of 2-5. Someone could tell him just about anything, and there’s a huge chance he’d believe them.

•He has a high pain tolerance, so he doesn’t react much when he gets hurt, unless he’s regressed to a young toddler age. So 2-3.

•Even if he’s not actually hurt, he will fake cry for attention. For example, if he trips he’ll look around to see if anyone noticed and if no one noticed him or isn’t rushing to comfort him, he will start crying.

•Though, even if someone does comfort him, he’ll still fake cry so he can get more attention. He always has to be the center of attention when he’s around this age.

•Vijay loves being held and carried around when he’s in babyspace. However, if he’s any older, he doesn’t really like it, unless he’s sleepy. Then he doesn’t mind being picked up.

•Babyspace Vijay also loves clapping his hands. He claps his hands together a lot, mostly because he finds it funny and it entertains him.

•He’s actually very easy to entertain when he’s that little. A toy like a rattle or stuffed animal can keep him entertained for a while.

(I’ve actually had these headcanons sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now. I was going to post them at some point, but I’m really happy someone requested these. Vijay’s my favorite Reality Resort character and I definitely see him as a regressor.)

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Helloooo this request is extremely self-indulgent of me but. Would you be okay with writing some headcanons for regressor Rain and caregiver Havik (preferably romantic but you can do platonic if you're not comfortable with that)? Thank you so much in advance! I always love your stuff :)

Hiiiii!!! Of course I can do romantic!! I think they're a cute couple!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Havik w/ Regressor Rain Hcs

💧 These two guys . . . It is really “Let’s go cause destruction!!” and “Uuuuuuuuuugh, fine 🙄”

🫀 Little Rain is much willing to do shananagians (he’s really gullible)

💧 Havik wants to pull a prank on Reiko? Okay! What are we gonna pull?

🫀 Although when Reiko comes back and scolds them for putting silly spray on his pillows, Rain does burst into tearful apoligize (don’t worry, Havik got lectured at the most since he was really behind it)

💧 Havik is a no rules, no schedule, let’s be as destructive as we can type of guy

🫀 But little Rain? He likes having a sort of schedule, whether it’s a bedtime schedule, or planning what he’s going to play soon

💧 ^ Havik doesn’t like the fact that little Rain likes a schedule, but he’ll accommodate to his babies needs, one must set aside his chaotic ways to make sure both are happy

🫀 That won’t mean he won’t try and ‘mess’ with the schedule

💧 (^ He won’t really mess with it, but sometimes he’ll try to make things more ‘fun’ or extravagant to break the cycle)

🫀 Jammies time? Great! But what if we put our pants of before we put on our shirts? :O

💧 Rain gets really whiny when Havik playfully kisses his cheeks, because either he’ll give him a small lick or a soft bite 

🫀 Naughty Dada, he can’t bite people for fun >:(

💧 However, Rain does really like forehead kisses where Havik just kinda presses his teeth (?) against his foreheaad

🫀 It's something he normally does when Rain is sad or sleepy, and it never fails to make him giggly and happier

💧 Rain was really embarrassed the first time he regressed around Havik, especially because of why he regressed around Havik

🫀 Why? Because he got really fussy and pouty that he got the wrong popsicle flavor and coulnd’t stop himself from slipping into his headspace

💧 Havik diidn’t mind, he was already use to regressors!! He watches some regressors in the Chaosrealm (although does act completely different with Rain, since they’re more desenstized to things)

🫀 Havik also got Rain his new popsicle, so no harm was done

💧 Besides, Havik could get two popsicles now!! :D

🫀 . . . Which also made Rain fussy, because he wanted two popsicles :(

💧 Havik laughed when Rain demanded to try some of Havik’s popsicle, grimmicing at the flavor

🫀 ^ Don’t worry, Havik got him a second one of his favorite flavor <3

💧 Rules? What rules? Rules are apart of a social concept that shouldn’t exist

🫀 Except that . . . Havik does learn that maybe some rules should be set in place

💧 Like Rain not being allowed to use stove in middlespace

🫀 Or maybe Rain shouldn’t be pratcicing hard big kid magic while tiny

💧 They aren’t exactly rule rules, but havik will discourage it

🫀 Havik is strong, and incredibly tall, so he likes scooping Rain up and just holding him

💧 Rain isn’t short, he’s a tall guy, but he never fails to feel tiny and shy in Havik’s arms, hiding in Havik’s shoulders as Havik cradles him

🫀 Rain likes to show off his magic skills to Havik!! 

💧 And Havik loves a good show!! Luckily one of Havik’s favorite spells is when Rain makes water and puts it into shapes (it’s an incredibly easy spell, and one Rain rarely every slips up)

🫀 Rain likes going to see the froggies, but he’s a bit hesitant to let Havik come with

💧 Havik’s a bit scary looking, and he’s loud, so he scares off all the froggies!! :(

🫀 Havik tries really hard to quiet down and act slightly calmer so Rain can watch the froggies hop for a little bit, he wants his baby to be happy after all (sometimes he messes up, but he’s trying his best)

💧 Rain’s not a baby!! He regresses to about 3-5 and middlespace

🫀 However, havik really likes playing peek-a-boo, so Rain will ‘entertain him’ (he adores it too, but he won’t tell Havik that)

💧 Havik finds Rain’s middlespace super funny

🫀 Like, there’s no reason to get all pouty and upset because Havik called him fussy??

💧 ^ Btw, he was NOT being fussy!!! >:(

🫀 Only babies are fussy!! . . . He was just upset

💧 Havik’s a little more carefree around middlespace Rain, joking and teasing him a lot

🫀 Especially because he fidns it funny when Rain whines and tries to push him away, hiding form him (Havik ruins his cool kid persona)

💧 Sometimes he takes his teases and jokes too far and has made Rain start crying :(

🫀 Havik does feel really guilty, and will apoligize and comfort his kiddo, he didn’t mean to make him cry after all

Rain really likes being praised and babied, even if he doens’t verbally say it

💧 Don’t worry, Havik always makes sure to praise him!!! Like his coloring skills, or his magic skills, or even just how pretty his baby looks

🫀 Sometimes Rain will be really proud in these compliments, other times he’ll giggle and agree, hiding his face in embarrassment

💧 Havik’s a very proud Dada, and won’t hesitate to protect Rain against others who might insult him <3

🫀 Rain isn’t a brat?? But it’s his way or the highway!! >:)

💧 . . . not really, nor does Havik follow orders from anyone

🫀 But he’ll bend slightly to whatever Rain wants (his way of showing that he loves and trusts him)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I think it's a cute ship (if you ignore some canon). I like to think that Rain, Havik, and Reiko (and maybe Nitara?) have a funny friendship. But a poly relationship would also be super cute. <3

[domesticated-whores]

Hate when I'm reminded of a stupid little trigger, lol. Story time because writing things out calms me a bit.

I was hanging out with my guy last night and when he was walking me home late we saw his buddies (one of which is like a mutual work friend, I know and like all these people, he just knows them better) standing outside their place smoking so we stopped for a bit. They were talking about going to see a movie today and our work friend jokingly asked for permission to have my guy for the day so that the group could go to the movies and I was like "lol, sure, I guess I'll let you have him for a day" or whatever. At this point I was cool with the fact that it looked like I wasn't invited. I don't know these people as well, some of them I've never even directly spoken to, I know I would very much be tagging along with my guy. I'm cool with not being invited, I'd probably go if directly asked but I'm also not going to insert myself into my guy's friend group. Probably never, but ESPECIALLY not when we aren't even really together yet. And frankly I've been hanging out with my guy most days and I have shit to do at home that I've been neglecting and my cats miss me, so I could use a catch-up day.

But then work friend accidentally said the phrase that unleashes every fucking ounce of anxiety in me. "I would invite you, but..."

He said he'd invite me, but I work early so he assumed I'd not want to go to a movie on 5 hours of sleep, kind of with the implication that they'd all be hanging out late after the movie too. I probably go to bed WAY earlier than anyone else there. I wouldn't be one to ask my guy to leave early because I'm getting kinda sleepy or some shit, but fair enough line of thought. It's not a rare phrase, I know. Maybe it's a bit rude to assume literally right in front of the person instead of asking if i wanted to go, but it's usually more of a wording issue than anything else. And maybe you're suppose to correct people when they have the wrong assumption, maybe my anxiety is the problem there too. I don't know.

But growing up autistic and (later) pretty severely mentally ill, I was always in friend groups out of pity or as some kind of joke. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was really bullied growing up in that subtle little way that goes over a kid's head when they're just do gullible and honest and literal. That's all I fucking knew, those were the only "friends" I've ever had. Ever. All my life people have made decisions for me like that, but with double meaning and bad intention. "You should come to this (for entertainment value, so we can make fun of you)!!" and "I would have invited you, but (we don't want you there) it doesn't seem like something you'd be into..." After being told over and fucking over again how stupid I am for taking this shit at face value and not seeing that it was "obvious" lies, I finally had it imprinted into me to see the worst meaning behind it. And now I can't even see another meaning with people that I really do trust.

But I KNOW it isn't logical. Even if I don't trust the guy that said it enough to know for sure that that's not what he meant (and I don't think he'd be one to do that honestly, I just have trust issues and I'm not super close to him) I really honest to god trust my guy and I don't think his friend would slight me in front of him, nor do I think he'd not say anything at all if it was meant to be read like that. Even if it was a dismissive response, I think he would have acknowledged it (with like an "lol, rude" or smth) at least. So I'm pretty sure that, outside of my own anxiety and trauma, it didn't mean anything.

But, fuck, did it hit. It hit hard. I think I masked fine, hopefully? But now it's getting to me a little bit. I'm wondering if the first actual friends I've ever had actually ARE my friends. But what the fuck can I even do about it?

Again, I know it's just that it triggered a little response in me and it isn't actually like that, so I guess I'll just try to talk myself out of it. I could ask my guy about it and request a bit of validation or something, but I really would rather not do that. I don't think he'd be terrible about it, he knows I struggle with that stuff a lot and he'd probably be totally willing to reassure me. But I wouldn't even know how to word it, and then he'd probably end up telling me to come and I think that would make my anxiety worse because EVEN WITH REASSURANCE I would have a creeping anxiety that I was only invited because I caught onto what they were doing and they felt obligated to cover it up by letting me go along. Again, not logical, but anxiety rarely is. And it's over SUCH a little thing that it's fucking embarrassing as hell. This man has heard me vent and seen me have full on meltdowns over being overstimulated or stressed, but that's usually over an accumulation of several very real and actively stressful things. I feel comfortable enough with him, but I do not feel comfortable enough with myself to explain how a very basic phrase hit me so hard because of shit that's happened years ago now.

[blue-opossum]

Washing Cats in a House with Many Refrigerators

        Washing Cats in a House with Many Refrigerators

        Thursday morning, 13 April 2023.

        Dream #: 20,569-01.

        2 minutes to read.

        This dream continues from the "water essence" stage, a corresponding factor within at least three parts of every sleep cycle since my earliest memories, and represents perceptions of sleep and sleep dynamics as an ultradian (and circadian) rhythm correlation. It often brings about peace and bliss. The essence of water is always predominant in my mind when I become sleepy. Its three forms are responses that include imagery, sound, and tangibility. In this case, the predominant response is vivid tangibility, which carries over into other dream events.

        I am in an unfamiliar bathroom meant to be my present home. I wash several cats simultaneously in a white bathtub. They do not struggle. I recognize most of them as real-world pets, particularly a little gray female and a Ragdoll female who sometimes sleeps atop me in reality (but not in this sleep cycle).

        The soothing tangibility is astounding, as is the deep sense of peace. When the water starts going down the drain, I notice what looks like the leftovers of a pasta dinner that I brush with my hand to direct it down the drain.

        Later, I am in an unfamiliar kitchen I erroneously perceive as part of my current real-world home. We have at least eight refrigerators, most side by side against two walls. I think about what we will do if we have to move, probably sell most of them.

        I see movement in a container (open on one side, not the top) on the floor. Looking inside, I see a mother rabbit and her baby in a nest in a basket. I pet the mother's head. The scene changes to include two adults curled together near the baby).

        Soon, I see the baby rabbit, bigger now, hopping about in an area still inside the container, but the space seems much more sizeable on the inside (a typical dream distortion). It is hopping away from my viewpoint. Three adult rabbits are also now inside.

        Animals often correlate with transitional thoughts of achieving real-world mobility before waking (as well as REM myoclonus potential). In this case, the baby rabbit is sleeping (sleep simulacrum, in correlation with my sleep status). After this, it hops away from me with my anticipation of achieving real-world mobility upon waking.

          I have mapped this type of dream content thousands of times since childhood (with background awareness of the causality while dreaming, which many people supposedly lack - based on available dream lore - and my self-evident, wholly natural transitions). There is no question why this content occurs, and maintaining genuine knowledge enables me to overcome the gullible mindset of "dream interpretation" in contrast to using thinking skills for over 50 years from continual proof. The transpersonal factor (though unrelated to the dream state) is in stark contrast and has given me an astounding advantage (for example, finding my life's partner, the most beautiful woman I ever saw).

[kittenpower05]

Here's some funky facts in a reblog! Because I have to yap always

Allison maintains her stutter in the au. I mean, she's never given any opportunity to gain confidence in her own voice so! Stutter. Also, she tends to not talk much for the same reason.

Pt 1 is unlocked when Allison talks to <Dormont Townsperson>. Still debating on who this will be, but it has to be someone who can see ghosts. So it's gotta be uhh. Lemmon Sleepy Ender or Cosmo? If I remember the ghost seers correctly. Mace too but I'm figuring out if he's in the party or if he's the king.

Aelia calls Allison "Savior" akin to Loop's nickname of "Stardust". She does this because Allison is her vessel that she uses to save the world, and Aelia subconsciously thinks that if she acknowledges Allison's name, she is acknowledging her independence as someone other than a tool. Disgusting.

Aelia will always take over and say more than what is necessary, turning every chat into a monologue. Allison will sit and listen with no complaints.

I can't stop thinking about the "tomato grey" hair dye that insertdisc mentioned in the spoiler qna because it's SO funny. I wanted to make Malachi's hair tomato grey but this was a serious chat so I might as well make it something that ties to his ACTUAL hair color. I guess.

But I always think about how Mal and Aelia both dyed their hair and I like thinking about why Aelia chose a different color from him. It was very much a statement of independence and control. Which is reflected so well in this au, esp since "silver" and "blonde" translate to "grey" and "lighter grey". It makes the statement more profound I think.

Pt 2 is ONLY unlocked if Allison has had the talk with The King about the Forgotten Island. Allison sees red when she exclaims that she can't remember anything, she doesn't know anything or anyone, she can't say the name of the island cause the island never existed for her. Trying to figure out the nuances of *why* this makes her see red since nothing is technically breaking but whatever

Notice how Allison never mentions that she actually saw a color. Notice how Aelia assumes that she saw a color. Notice the usage of the "we" pronoun when saying that they should try not to see them again. Notice how Aelia is a lying manipulative asshole (affectionate). Notice how Allison doesn't pick up on this because she is a gullible bitch (affectionate).

In all seriousness, Aelia *assumes* Allison saw a color because. Allison wouldn't mention something unless it was bothering her. And Aelia has also seen a color, she saw yellow when she was getting stabbed to death by Malachi. This gave her trauma! So she hates colors. And Allison won't be useful if she's traumatized, so let's keep her away from the Trauma Shade <3 so even if she didn't see a color, let's put in some preventative measures anyways

Allison calls Aelia "Architect"! This is because Aelia did not give her real name, just like Loop. Aelia is a Founder on the UASMP and so I looked up synonyms for founder lmfao. Architect suited her the best as she is someone who built the UASMP up from nothing, and is trying to build Allison into a perfect person. In this au, she's crafting a hero out of this blank stone slate. She is the architect of each loop. She controls which bricks are laid in front of Allison. She is the Architect.

"How can I direct you this loop?". Again. She is laying the bricks, she wants full control over what Allison is doing. She is very clear about how SHE is the driving factor for what does and does not change in each loop. Allison needs direction, the Architect will direct her.

UASMP ISAT AU: on the topic of Hair Dye

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("I-I want to talk to you...")

Aelia: "Sure! What do you want to talk about?"

(You talked to someone earlier about travelers through Dormont...)

(And they gave a description of someone they met a long long time ago that sounded very familiar....)

Allison: "D-do you... Dye your, your hair?"

Aelia: "..."

Aelia: "Ha! Savior, what an odd question!"

Aelia: "I *used* to dye it..."

Aelia: "Me and my brother had a very light hair shade. He... Well, we weren't really a huge fan of it.

Aelia: "It's funny, he went for a much darker shade, 'Oaken Grey'?"

Aelia: "I didn't want to just copy him, so I chose something closer to my actual hair shade. 'Daisy Darkless'."

Aelia: "In hindsight, the dye wasn't *that* different from my natural shade. It just felt nice to be in control of something of my own."

(Shades...)

(That reminds you...)

Allison: "D-do you know, uh, know about Color Theory?"

Allison: "It's, uhm, the i-idea that. That you can see strange shades c-called, called 'colors'. U-usually in times of. Of stress."

Aelia: "..."

Aelia: "... Huh."

Aelia: "I don't think I'm familiar with this 'Color Theory',"

Aelia: "But let's try our best to keep you out of stress, alright, Savior?"

Aelia: "Whatever got you to see this 'Color' is surely not good for you!"

Aelia: "So how about we try to not see them again, okay?"

Allison: "Y-yeah. Good plan. G-good idea. Thanks, Architect."

Aelia: "Don't mention it! So, how can I direct you this loop?"

[onyourhyuck]

Touch. | Na Yuta (M)

prologue- “Wait, Don’t pull away, not yet.” + “Are you planning on staying glued to my side all night?”

tw- Somnphillia. Fluff, suggestive (extremely suggestive smut.) Yuta is a clingy boyfie. Y/n and Yuta both have a love language for physicality. Extremely romantic but also spicy.

Notes- Inspired by Touch Nct 127. Yuta owns that song.

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Your boyfriend isn’t one to be clingy. It’s you who is mostly the clingy one in the relationship. But he does have his moments when you are sleeping he can’t leave your side at all.

In the dark room laying in your double shared bed, you woke up to two long arms clasping your body close by your waist, sternly in place against soft legs and rock hard abs resting on your skin. You turn around slightly, staring down at your unconscious boyfriend. Smiling at his sleeping state, your thumb brushed past the long black hair, away from his eyes as you could witness the long gone expression on him.

Yuta honestly at first intimidated you. He scared you at first, not because he looked like a bad person (he never once did.) but because he was really good looking. He came to Korea, learned the language, became a famous idol. He’s extremely handsome and popular.

Yuta’s also extremely believable and persuasive. You’re surprised at how many times he can lie in a day, truly, even the other members sometimes believed him in the past.

You remember how he told you he met The Rock and managed to knock him out K.O in boxing. Honestly you believed him but when he got your surprised expression, he laughed loudly and told you that you’re so gullible. Ever since then you don’t take anything seriously from him. He lies too much and he knows it. But even so, you know when he’s being serious it’s the truth.

Your body soon unclamp themselves from your boyfriend who was sleeping soundly, moving out of bed, an arm dragged you forcefully back on the bed with a tight embrace. You lift your head up looking at Yuta who opens his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness with the blurry tired eyes gazing down at you. You raise your eyebrows, “Go to sleep.”

Yuta hums closing his eyes as he rests with a tight arm grip on you. “Wait, don’t pull away, not yet.” With the tired raspy voice it made your brain shiver, god how hot he sounds when waking up. Tired morning voice. You weren’t trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t sleep with the position. The man in front of you wasn’t making it easier.

“Are you planning on staying glued to my side all night?” You shot back.

Yuta murmurs a soft answer, pulling his face close to yours. “Mhmm. I don’t want you to ever leave.”

Your eyes soften when hearing such comforting words. You lean more in his body without any protests, if your boyfriend sounds like this all the time you might agree to everything he says and wants you to do. He seems so soft, quite wholesome if anything, maybe you like this yuta too. The half-sleepy boy who’s clingy and wants nothing but to hold you no matter what. Your hands brush past his hair through your fingers, the soft silkiness of it makes you wonder what he uses for shampoo and conditioner. You really need it.

You whisper. “Baby turn around i’ll big spoon you.” Yuta slowly turns over, with eagerness. You never become the big spoon, but Yuta always told you he would want you to be; but somehow you refused because you enjoyed Yuta’s arms around you all the time. But now he seems so…different right now, in the best way possible, he looks like he needs to be a small spoon and you decided to make his long term dream come true.

Yuta hums back asleep, the feeling of your arms holding his waist and abs together, he felt like he ascended into dreamland even faster with your body heat trapping him and your chest pressing on his back. He loved it, and he might never ever become the big spoon again because of this. You smile watching your boyfriend sigh with heavenly sighs.

The moment soon turned around, upside, sideways and even shook you to your core. Yuta so easily, said such words to catch you off guard. “I wouldn’t mind waking up to you sucking me off this way…”

The idea actually stroke you. You were throbbing at just imagining, waking Yuta with morning head and the way he’d sound with his morning voice. Struggling to last for long. God, you thought, you’re done for. If this is what your boyfriend wants, hell— you’d give in and do it right away.

He just can’t get enough of your touch, he needs to feel your mouth in the morning. Yuta rubs your hands with his that hold him in the tight grip for your bodies together, humming. “Night my love, wake me up.” He suggestively said and you smirk against his back, breathing hitching. “Night baby, sleep well.”

He’s the end of you.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank you. Reblog this fic and follow me for more updates if you enjoyed <3 it helps a girl out.

[seollenda]

since you're on the abo train again. how about omega sana who gets jealous of omega reader with an alpha and buys a strap on to fuck reader with.

loved this prompt like…so much. bit angsty?

a pull and a push (omega!reader x omega!sana)

CW: abo smut, strap on sex omega x omega, minors DNI

word count: ~2000

so happy for them. good for them, they look good together. meant to be.

sana knew the truth, though. how this pairing was so carefully constructed, with the correct amounts of fascination, controversy, public delight. the calculus of publicity was intricate, and this move had worked.

so how could you have been so gullible to fall into it yourself? you weren’t meant to really date, really become interested, or more than interested. a romance of convenience.

so lazy, she’d thought bitterly. and all the while, you acted like nothing was the matter. you looped your arm through hers, flirted lightly, pressed quick kisses to your cheek when you thought you could steal them.

but how could she resist? her resolve to pull away melted every time she felt your warmth at her side, when the scent of your perfume and omega pheromones settled around her like the sweetest, most intoxicating cloud.

the final straw was the time you returned late (like, late late) from another date with him, sleepy and tipsy and smiling too wide. she was the only member in the living room, scrolling her phone blankly, fatigue and anxiety and a growing displeasure mixing in the pit of her stomach until she felt like the dim silence of the sleeping dorm filled and emptied her of anything else.

you entered the apartment, carefully preventing the door from slamming before fumbling unsteadily with your heels. your eyes lit up at the sight of sana, still awake. when you crashed into her with another hug, you smelled of a man’s cologne and an unmistakable spike of an excited alpha. she felt queasy.

you threw yourself across her lap on the sofa and spoke affectionately by her ear.

“did you wait up for me? you shouldn’t have,” you purred, only a little bit intoxicated. “i love you sana, you should go to bed.”

those words, thrown so casually. sana set her jaw, but you didn’t notice. she lifted your legs off of her, getting up abruptly.

“i just couldn’t sleep.” she stood over you awkwardly, unable to look you in the eyes. “you should sleep too.”

“right,” you said. she couldn’t tell if you’d perceived anything off—she reckoned you didn’t. “night, sana!”

sleep didn’t come any easier in bed. try as she might, the scent of cologne and alpha prickled her nostrils and made her head dizzy and her heart into lead.

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it was as if everything had lined up in the universe for her to commit to what she’d planned.

the dorm was empty, save for you and sana. it was a quiet day, and by the sound of your cheerful humming early in the morning, you were in high spirits. you’d always loved sunny leisurely days.

and the…thing had arrived.

sana had tried it on once, bedroom door locked and the toys unboxed. she fumbled with the straps for too long, adjusted it awkwardly.

the bulb of the double-ended cock had seemed intimidating, but the image of you on her fake dick made inserting her end easy. she grasped her bedpost, doubling over at the sudden sensation of fullness.

she took a deep breath before finally standing before the mirror and taking herself in.

she had to stifle the most hopeless laugh at the sight of the artificial phallus hanging between her legs. the smooth, fleshed toned silicone shook slightly with her every awkward step, an unfamiliar intrusion that had felt about as ridiculous as her plan to win you back.

this morning, sana dressed normally to laze about at home, with the key difference being tucking her new member into her sturdiest pair of boxers. it strained uncomfortably, though the bulge wasn’t too obvious, even under her heather grey pair of thick sweatpants. she threw on her favorite fitted tank top on top, tied her hair back, and stepped out of your room.

you glanced up at her entrance, smiling widely.

“good morning!” you had a mug of coffee in one hand, holding a book splayed open on the dining table with the other. you let the cover settle shut, turning your attention to her completely. “would you like some coffee?”

sana yawned and stretched, reaching her arms high before letting them drop at her side. she saw your eyes travel as she noticed they had a few times; saw you unable to ignore the settling of her breasts under the thin fabric of her shirt with her movement. but your gaze quickly flitted back up to her face, smiling expectantly.

“yeah, that would be nice,” she said. you nodded, getting up and padding to the counter to start another cup.

when you passed her, you pressed the most casual kiss on her cheek, giggling softly to yourself. you smelled only of yourself, nothing artificial. just sleep and an omega’s warm contentment.

“isn’t it nice to have the place to ourselves?” you remarked, and fell briefly silent as the coffee beans ground loudly in the machine. “i definitely needed this day off, i don’t know about you.”

“yeah,” sana mumbled under her breath. the sight of your back turned and the warmth of your safe omega scent were magnetic to the other girl, setting her heart to a faster pace. she stepped forward into the kitchen as you turned back around. when your eyes ran over her body, a spark of nervous excitement jolted through her.

but you still hadn’t seemed to notice the volume between her thighs.

“what are your plans for today?” you opened your arms, asking for one of your favorite sana squeezes. “gonna go out, or just stay in? i think i’m just gonna stay home. we can hang out if you like!”

sana found herself drawn into your arms as if by instinct.

when the hardness in her pants pressed unmistakably against your leg, the rest of your chatter seemed to die in your throat.

sana gulped, chin perched on your shoulder. a flash of panic made her heart face doubly fast. this was a mistake.

you breathed in a strangled gasp, frozen for just a moment. sana didn’t know what to feel when she felt you suddenly press even closer against her.

and then she smelled the first spike of…something else, from below your jaw.

“sana,” you whispered shakily, your hands rising to press at either shoulder blades in a strong embrace. “what…”

sana thought her heart would burst out of her chest. she knew you could feel it too, though her own pulse made it impossible to perceive yours.

“what can he give you that i can’t?” she found the words that had lived at the tip of her tongue for a month. “i can give you more…just say the word.”

“god.” you inhaled deeply, and sana knew that longing was coming off of her in waves. probably even more than what began to come off of you. with maybe inadvisable daring, she nuzzled the points on your necks together, making your scents melt together in the most perfect harmony. “sana…”

“i can make you feel good.” did it come off like a plead, or a promise? “i know there was more to us. there always was.”

“there is.” sana’s mind clung to your use of the present tense. “you didn’t have to do this.”

sana stiffened slightly, anxiety prickling again. “you don’t want it?”

“no, no, i…” you inhaled deeply. when she pressed her lips to your neck, she could finally feel your heartbeat, crazed and symmetrical to hers. “i want it. i want it so bad, sana.”

—

she’d seen your body plenty of times before, as friends who shared dressing rooms and the closest of lives did. but to see you laid out, watching her watching you, made her head spin.

when you pounced at her, dragged her shirt over her head and her pants down, you didn’t laugh at the sight of the strap, at the sight of the omega before you. sana couldn’t fully believe the unabashed lust in your eyes.

your hands fell to the cock, graceful fingers wrapping around it carefully. the first tug sent shockwaves through sana; causing the sensation of the bulb inside her pressing into her walls.

“can i suck it?” you murmured shyly. “it’s…for me.”

“it’s double ended,” sana managed to respond as she felt the rhythmic push and pull of your hands on the cock. “i can feel it.”

“oh.” you whispered, wasting no time. your mouth wrapped around the head, then slowly took it in until half of it fit inside. when you dragged your lips off of it, the dildo pressed against the forward wall of sana’s pussy. when you pressed forward, deeper this time, the front of the strap pressed against sana’s clit. she gasped in tandem with your low moan.

“fuck.” sana threaded her fingers through your hair, pleased at the second whimper that the move elicited. this was right.

you moved hungrily now, the cock (not of small size at all) bobbing with your eager ministrations. the rhythmic push and pull had sana filling with dull pleasure, wanting more and more.

she eventually nudged you off of her cock, lust and impatience for a long anticipated dream getting the best of her. it only renewed at the sight of your eyes blinking up at her, pupils wide and spit shining on your lips.

“i need to fuck you.”

you got to your feet from the floor, leading her to your room. you slept alone as an omega, and your bed was a wide double. sana shut the door and turned to the sight of you, leisurely presenting for her in the most base, lewd manner, ass held high and pussy gleaming with undisguised lust.

“take me,” you sighed.

the first insertion was slow and smooth. your gasps were simultaneous, until sana found her hips flush against you. she splayed her fingers across your ass and up to the dip of your waist, pulling you even further onto her. the volume of the knot pushed against your clit, making your legs shake.

and then she drew back, and forward, and quickly found a rhythm. you keened, voice high and a spell on her.

“sana,” you gasped. “fuck.”

she responded with harder thrusts. the sensations of your wetness seeping onto her own skin, the rhythmic stimulation of both her pussy walls and clit, all had her gasping your name, approaching orgasm with you.

“i wanted this for so long,” she muttered, leaning forward. you whimpered at her words. “i’ve wanted to take you like that fucking alpha does, see you come on my own cock. claim you as mine.”

“claim me,” you whimpered. “knot me.”

the strap was not small, the knot matching. but your pussy was just as receptive to it as a real alpha’s, as sana thrust harder and your whines turned to the sounds of an omega receiving a knot, a cry out and then an orgasm tumbling over you. your pussy pulsed around the cock and it’s knot, just enough stimulation for sana to come, finally. she cried out as well, nails digging into your hips as her own walls shuddered and clamped down around her end of the dildo.

the both you were knotted by the strength of an omega post-orgasm. you let her spoon you on the bed. the post-coital haze had taken hold on the both of you.

“sana, i really do love you,” you began softly. “i just…”

“shush.”

sana pressed her lips onto your neck until you sighed. the scent of an omega had always made sense to her. yours felt like it completed her.

wasn’t that all that mattered?

“let’s not talk, okay?”

and you nodded, your voice filled with a still contentment that pushed a new spark of hope into the other omega’s chest.

“okay.”

[roscgcld]

RYOMEN SUKUNA || my little flower

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her 

notes: historical!sukuna x reader, slightly sexual (no smexy time involved lol - maybe another day ;)), quite fluffy towards the end

also - I’ve been reading so many sukuna hcs and imagines of him when he’s in his prime or during the historical era - so like excuse me as I politely simp for the man that is ryomen sukuna >< thank you 

references: https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/literature/Ryomen-sukuna.html 

Sukuna leans back into the futon with a tired sigh, two of his arms folded behind his head while the other two held you against him securely. His ruby red eyes glanced away from the ceiling to look down at the woman curled up in his embrace, sleeping peacefully against him whilst her own soft arms were wrapped around his muscular torso. He admired your peaceful features at first, but soon his eyes started to travel down your delicate neck and cleavage, your soft skin marked by dark splotches where he had marked you up for the world to see.

Just the sight of the hickeys and bite marks caused Sukuna to smirk once more, the feeling of pride traveling through him at the sight of the hickeys, both new and old, marring your skin. It was a sight he would never get bored of seeing, since it was a constant reminder to you that you were his and no one else’s. 

Many would question just how did this happen - how did a simple human manage to ‘tame’ the infamous Sukuna - the King of Curses, who spreads chaos and bloodshed in his wake? How did you, a mere human woman who looked far too kind hearted and warm, ended up with such a fearsome man? 

Well, how this came to be was actually a cute story.

You grew up in a small village in Hida province, where many cities treated Sukuna as their patron deity. He was what people would call quite a cold ruler - one who would not hesitate to bring terror and bloodshed down on a town that had angered him. But at the same time, he was quite the generous man as well. He protects the people of the Hida and Mino Provinces, and many towns had florish and grow under his careful guidance.

Your town was one of the may towns that worshipped the Cursed Spirit, preparing offerings on special celebrations and always paying your respects whenever you go up to the ichinomiya on the weekends with your parents. It was because of one of these special celebrations that drew Sukusa to you.

It was one of the many days where offerings were given to him by townspeople, in hopes that they will still continue to get some form of protection from the unknown. He was their patron deity, after all. Even though many times he does all the things he does for his own benefit, it was nice to know that there are some who are gullible enough to think he does it for them. But he it’s one to complain - many of the offerings are things he does not mind indulging in. The best crops from the harvest, women for his ever growing harem, beautifully crafted weapons and clothes are the few he can keep in mind

Many times, he does not care to go through the offerings himself - Uraume goes through all of them and then gives him a general overview of everything. However, as he was walking past one of the neat piles of offerings, a particular garment box caught his eye; causing him to pause before he unwraps it curiously. 

Sitting inside the carefully wrapped package was a beautiful dark blue kinomo made of the finest silk, the fabric so smooth that it almost felt like water slipping through his fingers. Packed along with the kinomo was a beautifully crafted haori, a simple yet beautiful crane woven into the haori in white, the details done so carefully that when worn, the crane moves with the shifting of the fabric. The packet also came with a matching hakama made from the luxurious fabric, and a beautiful kaku obi made from navy blue, white and silver carefully weaved together into in a beautiful talent.

It was because of the level of craftsman ship that had Sukuna curious - who was the mastermind of something so beautiful?

He had went to the town where the garment was from and after some digging about, discovered about you. A daughter to a family of tailors, you were quite well known for your talents in embroidery and your mastery of the loom. Having gotten such talents, you crafted many beautiful pieces, and one of them was gifted to Sukuna himself recently. 

When he first saw you, he was struck by your beauty; how you had such a warm smile no matter who you were referring to. How your movements were graceful yet swift, your needle and threat embroidering the most beautiful depections of animals and flowers without a single mistake. How your voice was so sweet and calming that he can physically feel the tension from his body starting to unwind ever so slightly. If he could, he’d love to listen to your voice forever - which was what he intended to do. 

The first time you two met was actually in the dead of the night; you had stayed up later then usual, carefully embroidering a water lily onto a long fabric for a personal tapestry you wanted to hang in your room. A candle was burning by your work table, casting the engawa of your home in a soft but comforting glow; enough for you to do your work without straining too much. You were so fucsed on your work that you didn’t notice how the flames of your candle started to flicker in the glass holder; even though there was the air was still. Your eyes didn’t trail up from your tapestry even as a large figure quietly entered the hallway you were in; only pausing when you felt a huge presence looming over you.

Your bright eyes flickered upwards and met with four pairs of ruby red ones staring right back at you; all four of them shining in amusement. “You are quite oblivious, little one.” Sukuna hummed out with a soft grin, to which you just gave him a confused look as you tilted your head ever so slightly. “How did you get into my house?” You asked quietly, not even acknowledging how the man before you looked very different from what you’re used to; from the four muscular arms sprouting out from underneath the dark blue haori, the very same one that you had made for him. to the extra pair of eyes he sported on his face. Or how the top of his head was clearly brushing against the simple weed roofing of your family home.

“Is that really the first thing you’re going to ask, little one?”

From that day onwards, things definitely went a lot smoother then Sukuna could have imagined. At first the lack of reaction from you confused him, but he found it quite amusing nonetheless. Even after finding out that he was the same deity that you had heard stories of since you were in diapers, you acted no differently around him. You still talked and laughed with him like he was any other human. which for some reason made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. It makes him want to gather you up in his arms, protecting you from the horrors of the world.

The two of you will continue to meet up in the night like secret lovers; many nights he’d just lean against one of the pillars of your family home, with you perched in his lap as you work on different projects every night; talking about things that happen that day, or the funny stories that the townsfolk would share with you whenever they drop by to mend and purchase clothes, or when they dropped off freshly dyed fabrics. During a few of these nights Sukuna had suggested if you can help him mend a few of his kimonos, which you agreed to without hesitation. Some days you’d ever create new kimonos for him as well, which he would wear quite proudly. 

Soon these innocent nights of talking and laughter, him watching you do your work under the moonlight, to having you gasping and crying out for him as he took you over and over again in his grand bedroom; watching quite gleefully as he corrupted your innocence, ruining you for any other man. Ever since the first night you two shared in his bed, he knew that there was no turning back - there was no one else for him but you. 

And there was no way he was going to let some puny human even try to get in between the both of you.

With that he whisked you away from the somewhat mundane and boring life in your town, making you his entire world. He showered you with the finest gifts and opened the more human side of him to you; one that he thought he had lost the moment he had decided to go down the path he did. But you pulled these emotions out from him with ease, making him realise that he can chase all the power he want till the end of time and that will never satisfy him completely. 

All he needed was you, and everything feels right in the world.

“I’ve lost you again, haven’t I?”

Sukuna’s eyes snapped towards the direction of your sleepy voice, watching how you gave him the most beautiful yet sleepy smile as you carefully shifted your body so it was pressed against his. He marveled how your naked bodies clicked together seamlessly, even with the clear size difference between the two of you. “You will always have my attention, flower.”

The sound of the simple nickname cause a small smile tug against the corner of your lips, remembering how that nickname came about. You have always love studying flowers, since you enjoyed embroidering different sorts of flora and fauna onto different tapestries that now adorned the walls of the home you two share. You had once told him about your love of flowers, and because of that, you had came home one day to the courtyard in your shared home turned into your private garden; with flowers from all across the country planted at every nook and cranny. 

When you had asked Sukuna about it, he just shrugs and gave you an indulge smile - as if asking were you really shocked by his gift to you. When he realised just how deep your love for nature was, he had started to call you ‘his flower’, and the name has stuck since then. “What a sweet talker.”

A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as one of his hands found purchase along your back, starting to massage what he was sure were your sore muscles; watching in satisfaction as you melted more into his chest. “Only for you.” He admitted quietly, to which you just gave him a loving smile as you rest your cheek against his chest once more; a soft finger started to trace along the tattoos on his skin. This action caused him to relax further into the futon, sighing softly in content. “Sukuna? Can we take a bath?”

“I’m lazy.” Sukuna stated with a soft groan as he glanced down at you once more, only to be met by the soft pout that you just know gets him to give in. This caused him to scowl as he cupped your face in one of his hands, gently squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he pushes himself up into a seated position. “You little minx.” He growls playfully whilst you just gave him a teasing smile, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of his whilst one of your hands wrapped around his wrist; causing him to loosen his grip on you whilst letting out a loud sigh. “How annoying.”

His arms suddenly wrapped around you before he got up from the comfort of the warm futon, causing you to giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s go, flower.” He sighs dramatically before he walked you both to the bathroom, causing you to perk up before you lean over to press a loving kiss against his cheek; ignoring his soft eyeroll at your act of affection. As if he didn’t enjoy it whenever you do so. “I love you.”

“Of course you do.” He teases before he started to walk you two towards the bathroom, one of his hands skimming down to the small of your pack where a beautiful black tattoo rested against your soft skin; a tattoo that looks similar to the black lines that adorned his own skin. “You’re mine, after all.” He stated simply, causing you to roll your eyes at him playfully as he carefully sat you down on the wooden steps leading to the opening of the ofuro; watching as Sukuna started to prepare the bath for the both of you. “Wouldn’t it kill for you to just be a little nicer to me?”

Your teasing tone clearly didn’t win any points with him, who narrowed his eyes at you and before you know it you were suddenly pinned down against the wooden steps. A soft giggle left your lips at the narrowed eyes that stared back at you, causing Sukuna to scowl softly at your reaction. “Now you’re just asking for it, flower.” He growled before diving down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss; not being able to mask his smile at the sound of your soft laughter just as you wrapped your arms around him once more.

"My little flower..”

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[vampiremeerkat]

Speaking of “Chicken little”, did you ever wonder of how you’d rewrite it like with other Disney movies (or like, adapting the original story in your own personal twist)?

I can make something up on the spot, but it won’t be a Disney reboot. The characters and alien twist didn't interest me much, so I’m borrowing the original story. I don’t have all the plot details, but I’d want the main character to be a girl named Penny Little, and setting the 1700s-1800s countryside. Her village is inhabited by birds only, and those who live in poverty are usually prey animals. Royalty and high calibre residents are predators. Instead of the acorn, a better scare would be a vivid dream taken as a prophecy, but something that actually happened to her. She was drugged up or too sleepy to understand she was part of a scandalous kidnapping of her people, ordered by the king no one suspects, for the purpose of becoming food or a slave. Lewl, spoilers. Penny is too small, so not useful for either and dumped back in her room. If you want the acorn thing to come back in some way, maybe it’s one of the soldiers’ shields she saw and got whacked with when they saw she was gaining consciousness. ..Though in hindsight, maybe it’s better if she was conscious, but guessed the attack to come from an enemy kingdom. Less convoluted. In any case, she believes their peaceful lives are in danger and wants to warn the king. She’s accompanied by her friends along the way, not because they all believe her, some just aren’t comfortable letting her waddle into a domain of meat eaters by herself. Eventually they meet a fox (not red-furred, the red fox is the most overused breed in fiction and I’m tired of it) and they recognize him as the discarded prince “Todd L’Woxy”, which is good, because these idiots didn’t know the way to the castle to begin with. I have nothing in mind for what his crimes are that made him no longer welcome at the castle, but he is a violent, patronizing douche-ass, so it probably has something to do with that. He thinks their simple minds and gullibility are all very convenient and pretends to be their friend for a bit. As it’s tough for a fool out there, he plans to lead them inside a dark forest and promote them to dinner. He won’t be quirky about it; this man is a murderer like his parents taught him to be. Cool foreshadowing. They get separated and one of the friends is grabbed, but manages to free herself, though not without a wing getting plucked clean. Depending on what kind of bird she is, that sucks. The prince goes on to find a new target in the darkness, and finds Penny, but she’s pretty alert and greets him as he comes. He acts real ominous, but she’s being angelically nice and it makes him feel bad. When her friends come running, the one who was attacked warns her for the prince, but of course he lies and Penny believes it, making him feel more bad. Because it’s dark, his victim can’t 100% confirm it was him and everyone settles on giving him the benefit of the doubt. He is eventually swayed into helping them for real.. because.. I don’t know, Penny is hot? Anyway, reformed murderers always die in my stories, so Todd will likely get his throat ripped out by his father at the end. ..I’m tired of writing now.

[yanderecrazysie]

Yandere Karasuno Third-years with a reader that loves Christmas lights

This isn’t a request, I just felt like doing this with most of the Haikyuu characters. So prepare yourselves.

With Christmas coming up, I thought I’d do something fun. AKA headcanons. For the first time.

This episode includes our 3 Karasuno 3rd-years.

Note: None of the pictures belong to me. They are all official art, I believe.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, literally so much fluff

SAWAMURA DAICHI

🎄 Daichi overhears you talking with a friend about how much you love Christmas lights- how you like to drive through the neighborhoods and look at the lights. When he finds out your neighborhood is one that you go through…?

🎄 Daichi doesn’t really have a day job or anything, so he decides to make some money by taking a temporary job at the coach’s shop.

🎄 Coach Ukai doesn’t really understand why Daichi wants to work there, so Daichi claims it’s for making Christmas money for gifts. He’s not lying, not exactly.

🎄 Christmas Eve rolls around and Daichi is ready. He didn’t really make a ton of money in such a short timespan, but he makes sure to get lights that would specifically appeal to you: your favorite color, favorite light designs you described to your friend, etc.

🎄 Your car basically stops in the middle of the road as you ooh and ahh over his lights. He’s so proud of his decision and, when school starts back up, he can’t wait to tell you, oh so casually, about what his decorations looked like.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

🎄 You were probably gushing to Sugawara yourself about how much you adored Christmas decorations and lights. He asked you some very specific questions about what you liked, which you didn’t think was suspicious for some reason. So gullible.

🎄 Suga invites you over to his house on a day close to Christmas and he makes sure to prepare for your visit. A feast fit for a king (or, more specifically, his precious queen), all the decorations you dreamed about, and more.

🎄 You’re in awe over it all and you gobble down the food, complimenting Suga’s cooking skills all the while. He’s grinning ear-to-ear.

🎄 Then, you’re starting to feel sleepy, and it’s not just stuffed-from-a-huge-meal sleepy. No, it’s much more than that.

🎄 Don’t you think Suga deserves a Christmas present?

AZUMANE ASAHI

🎄 You were just the cutest thing, going on and on about Christmas decorations. It was adorable and Asahi saw his chance to finally catch your attention!

🎄 Asahi isn’t sure of his ability to decorate, to be honest, but he does know one thing. The volleyball team makes him dress up like Jesus every year.

🎄 He’s nervous in his get-up, for sure. What if you don’t like it? He knows he usually looks scary, but surely he looks non-threatening and innocent when dressed like this.

🎄 Your smile and compliments make a grin stretch across his face to the point that it hurts. You always make him so happy, but today, it’s more than that. He can see now that he definitely has a chance with you.

[nebulapaws]

💙Yorunix Headcanons🧡

I've been thinking about Them so much, Ive decided to compile my headcanons when I think of them. I'm gonna end up writing and drawing them I can already feel it.

Special thanks to my friend @spliinkles for helping me come up with some of these!! Check out her art shes absolutely incredible I love them sm

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy these! If you have any additions feel free to add them!!

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>Phoenix is all for PDA, but he always checks to make sure if Yoru is comfortable with it beforehand.

>with these idiots, there is ALWAYS cuddling, an arm slung over eachother's shoulders, tender cheek kisses, the whole nine yards.

>Phoenix and Yoru are an unbeatable duo, on Icebox they end up running down mid with judges, flashing the hell out of anyone who dares approach them.

>Phoenix always nicks Yoru's food--snacks, dinner, lunch, anything. He does the little shoulder tap thing and Yoru falls for it Every Time.

>Yoru is mega gullible,,, angst???

>Yoru totally tries to learn how to knit with Omen so he could make Phoenix a sweater. Phoenix wears it basically all the time.

>Phoenix absolutely teases Yoru about his height all the time, throwing comments like "wow Ru you really do have a short temper!"

>if Phoenix steals Yoru's food, Yoru nicks his boyfriend's clothes all the time. Granted, I like to think Phoenix has like. Five extra jackets on the off chance something might happen to his first one, but my point still stands.

>Yoru is totally a little spoon, but occasionally he ends up being the big spoon. A sleepy Yoru is a very cuddly Yoru.

>Omen knows how to bake, and sometimes offers to let the two of them in on baking goods. Omen doesn't tell Yoru that its 100% him wingmanning.

>(sobbing in Omen is either a father figure or a mentor figure for Yoru)

I'll totally add onto this when I think of more but these are the Biggies. And hey, share your own hcs too!! I might draw some of these

[corpsedaydream]

dreamlike

just sleepy/comfy vibes

lmk what u think

word count: 1.4k

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dreamlike

You were fighting sleep and it was beginning to show. Your eyes had become glassy, you couldn’t go two minutes without yawning, your words were starting to slow, you’d gone from sitting up on the couch to slowly slouching down until you were laying down and you’d just dropped your phone on your face for the second time.

“Ow.” You whined out. And after rubbing over your face, your tired eyes found your boyfriends eyes looking back at you from his spot on the couch.

“Just go to sleep, baby, you’re so tired.” Corpse spoke as his hand rubbed over your leg that was draped over his lap. He’d told you about his plans for a 3am stream and you offered to be by his side in case he became anxious in the earliest hours of the morning, he was looking forward to you being with him for it until he saw how badly you were struggling to stay awake. Usually you were a bit of a night owl - perhaps not to the same extent as your boyfriend - but this morning you’d had to wake up extra early and it really messed with your plan to stay awake with Corpse.

“I’m okay.”

“You know you’ll wind up with a headache if you force yourself to stay awake.”

“I’m fine, I’m watching my show, it’ll keep me awake.”

“Tell me what’s happened in the last five minutes.” He was testing you because he knew damn well that when you watched anything half asleep, you weren’t ever paying enough attention. You had a habit of forcing yourself to stay awake for the last episode or two of a season when you were doing a binge watch of something, only to find yourself rewatching them the next day anyway, because you couldn’t really remember what happened with a sleepy mind.

“Well,” You looked at the television to look for some kind of clue, only to find that it had been paused. “It’s paused.”

“You didn’t even notice I paused it?”

“No...well, I mean, I did now.”

“(Y/N),” Corpse sighed, and he reached his other hand out to your face to hold your face gently around your jaw, turning your head back to face his. “Let me take you to bed, you need some sleep.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will be, but you’ll be a lot better not being exhausted.”

You knew what he was saying was right but it was already 1:30am, you kept telling yourself you could make another hour and a half for his stream to start. “I told you I’d stay awake with you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But I do.”

“I know, and I worry about you, too, which is why I want you to be sleeping right now.” Corpse ended the brief back and forth. But you didn’t really have it in you to argue seeing as though you really were tired. It had been a pretty big day for you, it was just bad timing that it had been the same day before Corpse’s all nighter stream. You sighed and pouted out your bottom lip, to which Corpse smiled at you and his index finger flicked your bottom lip down further before letting it spring back up and you both giggled lazily.

“I am really tired.” You confirmed.

“I know.”

"Are you sure you don’t want me to stay up with you?”

“Not if it’s this much of a struggle for you.”

“You won’t be mad at me?”

“I will be furious.” Suddenly his grip tightened on your jaw and your eyes went wide for a moment. To which Corpse laughed, you always were so gullible when tired. “Baby, I’m kidding, of course I won’t be mad.”

Your eyes relaxed back into their tired state and his hand moved up the side of your face to rub along your cheek. You turned your head briefly in order to leave a soft kiss against the inside of his palm.

“You’ll be okay?” You asked him.

“Yes.”

“Come lay down with me while I fall asleep?”

With a confirmation from him, you’d made your way to bed, and Corpse had come to lay with you, but it seemed that you pretty much fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Proving just how tired you were. But he stayed with you for as long as he could, enjoying the serenity that came with you being in your most peaceful state. His heart warmed that you trusted him to be present with you in what was also a vulnerable state and how he’d swear he’d do all he could to protect you when he saw you like this, no other sound audible other than the quiet breaths that fell from your slightly parted lips. As he looked at your closed eyelids, he imagined what you would be dreaming about, how he wished that when he ever so carefully traced his fingertips around your relaxed features he could be grated access to your dreamland.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded from Corpse’s phone. “Fuck-” He hissed quietly, reaching for his phone to shut it off, not wanting it to disturb you. It was his reminder that he had to go and stream soon. Looking back to you, he noticed your eyebrows had furrowed ever so slightly, a threat that you were close to being awoken by the alarm. “Sorry, baby.” He whispered so hushed that even if you were awake, you probably wouldn’t have heard it. As things remained silent once more, he saw you visibly relax again and he knew that as he cautiously got up from the bed to make his way to his computer, you were venturing back to your dreams.

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By the time Corpse’s stream had finished, the sun had woken up, it was officially daylight. He was feeling a little strange with the timing, and he felt as if he should be going to be sleep with the end of a stream, but he knew he most likely wouldn’t. However, there was something about going to bed that he had been looking forward to, it had remained in the back of his thoughts throughout the stream and that was the idea of crawling into bed beside you. Opening the bedroom door, a smile was present on his face as you were still there and still so serene. Your complete current energy of calm also bringing Corpse peace. He’d seen you in this sleeping state only hours earlier in the moonlight, but there was something about the early hours of morning daylight seeping in through the curtains that made you look so warm.

After discarding his clothes, he crept into bed as heedfully as he could in an effort to not disturb you. However, as he settled in beside you, he heard you sigh and let out a sleepy groan. Briefly, you opened one eye before quickly shutting it upon feeling the morning sun attack your just-woken-up eyesight.

“Good morning, baby.” Corpse had caught your eye that had quickly peeked open.

“Mm, mornin’.” You greeted him back, your voice croaky with sleep.

“Sorry for waking you up.” Corpse apologised, however, selfishly he was a little happy you had stirred awake, because he took the opportunity to twist his arms around you and pull you in against him, giving into his want to cuddle you close.

“S’okay.” You weren’t annoyed at all, in fact, you were so happy to have him back in bed with you. His arms coming around you were more than welcomed by you and you nuzzled in even closer to rest your face under his chin and against his neck. “Missed you.” You mumbled against his skin. Sleeping with Corpse by your side had become such a comfort for you. Much like how someone misses their bed when staying somewhere else, you now missed having him with you. In a response, he tightened his hold around you.

“Missed you, too.” He could already feel your breath evening out again, a sign you were falling back asleep, not quite ready to begin your day. But that was okay with Corpse, he would so happily wait like this. Now that his stream was over, he could just simply lay here with you, his hand that had snuck under your shirt rubbing mindless strokes and shapes against the skin of your back.

He shut his own eyes too, because if there ever was a time for him to reach sleep, it would be when your peace radiated right into him so selflessly. But even if he wasn’t able to reach his own dreamland, he was happy right there, because being there with you, once again, in this serene state was so dreamlike on its own.