#sitting in my blanket cacoon

[rossithepixie]

I do not appreciate waking up to strange men in my apartment even if they’re here for repairs. We were told the repairs wouldn’t be until the 6th but no i got jolted awake earlier today by men’s voices because apparently the repair guys got a key from the office and just let themselves in.

Anyway i need a nap now that things have settled down.

[wolvwa]

Satusugu x gn!reader

Notes; technically my first one-shot. I can never write endings smh still new to tumblr like a lil baby

pure fluff. I love them sm I am sick.

"I love you two."

Those were the four most beautiful words the two of them have heard. Nothing between the you three was official—even though Shoko practically sighed and gagged anytime the three of you engaged in conversation amongst yourselves.

But neither of them could get it out of their head.

From the day you all met, none of you really could keep another out of your head.

You were quiet and nonchalant. You got along well with Suguru.

You seemed boring to Satoru.

And Satoru wouldn't allow that. He poked and prodded at every little button, but all he got was a lazy glance.

It was his mission to annoy you.

The beginning of that day, Satoru calls out your name, but you don't reply. He frowns, poking at your cheek. "Helloooo?? Is your head nothin' but clouds?" He whines.

"Man child..." Shoko mumbles under her breath as she lights a cigarette.

"Hey! Technically, I am still a child!"

"..I don't think that's helping your case..." Suguru says after a moment, though he can't help but smile.

"I'm tired." You sighed, leaning back to lay on the gym floor. "You're always tired." Satoru huffed as he picked up a ball and lightly bounced it on your forehead. "Yeah....but I'm really tired right now." You sighed again.

Satoru pouts at your lack of reaction while Suguru just shakes his head.

You're sighing and dragging your feet all day. Leaning on Suguru with a frown, too tired to engage in even a normal conversation with Satoru or Suguru.

"Come onnnnn," Satoru groans, "you've been moping all day! What's up!?"

"The day isn't over yet." You protest with a pout.

"Quit that."

"Quit what?"

"Doin' your face like that."

You narrow your eyes at him and turn to the other side of the bed. While Satoru complains and bombards you with questions about your behavior, Suguru watches quietly, a small frown tugging at his own lips.

It wasn't that you smiled often or had much energy, but you definitely didn't frown often either. You were notoriously lazy even in battle.

"Are you smilinggg? I saw that~" Satoru's teasing words bring Suguru down from his thoughts as he glances back at the two of you.

You let out small huffs and grunts as Satoru tried to pry into your blanket cacoon. He giggled as you shoved at his ivory hair, trying to push him out. Your lips twitched upward no matter how hard you attempted to hide it. Suguru felt a small smile ease itself upon his face. He hadn't realized how much your distress had became his and how much better he felt seeing the two of you back to normal. As normal as you two get, anyway.

Your laughter was the true sign that Satoru had won—as usual—Successfully dragging you out and tickling you in an iron grip.

"That's enough now. You two have missed the intro of the movie already." Suguru reluctantly said after a moment of watching the two of you squirm and giggle.

"Ehh, the beginning is always super boring anyway." Satoru waved off before pointing his thumb to you, looking back at Suguru as he straddled your waist. "Plus, this one's sqeaky little laughs are more fu— oof!-" Satoru winced, falling back dramatically as you smack him with a pillow.

"Drama queen..." You scoffed, sitting up as you recovered from your merciless tickle ambush.

"This is abuse, ya' know!?" Satoru exclaims with an acusing finger. "I have my witness," he adds, looking over to Suguru, who just closes his eyes. "I've seen nothing, sir." He said, shaking his head. Your lips twitched upward again, seeing Satoru's jaw drop.

Your heart thumped against your ribcage, and the unknown insects in your stomach seemed clearer. It was unusual to feel so much heat flush to your cheeks and to be smiling so wide.

"I love you two."

It slips out like vomit. It's quiet but loud enough for the both of them to hear. You dont realize they heard you or that you even said it at first until their gaze is on you.

"...you mean it?" Satoru asks quietly. You can't tell if he's serious or teasing.

You stare at them with your usual blank look, eyes a bit wider and your cheeks hot. You tilt your head to the side and avert your gaze to the floor.

They both take your reaction as an answer.

"Oh, damnit. I wanted to say it first." Satoru groans and crossing his arms. "I love you two way more, dummy." Satoru says casually.

The both of you are caught off guard with how bold he is, but let's be honest, this is Satoru Gojo we're talking about.

You're no emotional person, but your poor heart is beating out of your chest.

Suguru seemed a bit too shy to talk aswell and the three of you continued on with the movie as normal— Satoru talking half the damn time while you pinched his cheeks to shut him up, Satoru stifling a giggle as you fall asleep on him mid movie—taking out his phone for blackmail, and after the movie Suguru ended up on one end of Satoru while you were curled up to other side of him.

[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-three

(gif created by me, the fallen nightmare. feel free to use, simply give credit)

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: I forgot how much I hate slow burns. So we'll see how long it lasts. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

Tags: @ada-clarence @nonamessblog @thescarlettvvitch @malice-ov-mercy @crimson-calligraphyx @theoneandonlykymberlee @yumikitten @blackveilomens @cherrymedicine13

A yawn fell from my lips as I snuggled deeper into the bed, a blanket wrapped around me like a cacoon to keep in the warmth. It was my first day off in four days and with the constant traveling; I was relishing being able to sleep in an actual bed. The bunks on the tour bus weren't terrible but with Bryan's snoring I was thankful for the quiet night of sleep ahead. The sun was setting, the orange glow painting over the walls of the room, and I only left the bed to go to the bathroom or grab my room service. The entire day was dreading tomorrow because that's when I had to send Lana her first paycheck and I was about three hundred dollars short.

My mom had been doing great, even remembering who I was when we talked on the phone. Something about hearing my voice but not seeing my face must have helped. It warmed my heart that we had conversations about things like we used too before she got sick.

I could explain to Lana the situation. I'm sure she would understand.

Somehow I doubted that which is why I was heavily researching my idea, wondering what the risks were and if the payout was worth it. Everyone online who had a page said they could pay for things they wouldn't have with a regular job. I would have my own rules and wouldn't worry about sharing it with a partner. I could post what I wanted whenever I wanted. The only risky thing would be someone recognizing me and with who I worked for, I wasn't completely sold on the idea yet.

"I don't have to show my face," I told myself as I sat up, deciding pretty hastily.

Desperation made people do drastic things and starting an Only Fans was my last resort; I had no other options.

The phone on my camera wouldn't do and I sucked in my bottom lip, wondering if what I was about to do was a good idea. I needed a better camera and set up while also having a credit card with a high enough limit, though it was for emergencies.

Isn't this one? Think of it as an investment.

Agreeing with the voice in my mind, I scrambled out of bed and quickly stepped into a pair of black sweats and hoodie to match. I cringed when I noticed myself in the mirror and made quick work to make myself look somewhat presentable.

The walk to the nearest store was only a few minutes, and I enjoyed the sounds of the hustle bustle of the city as people walked passed me, their own ideas for the night fueling them. I knew little about cameras and thought about asking Bryan some advice but knowing I might have to tell him why I needed one didn't sit well with me

As I was leaving the store, two bags in hand and $500 more in debt, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and when I read the message, I couldn't help but let out a groan.

Davis, yet again, was inviting me out to dinner tonight with him and the crew. I ignored his first two because I really had plans to lie in bed all day. Now, the only thing I wanted to do was get my profile set up and start posting so I could make money as soon as I could. Plus, Noah was avoiding me ever since the night of the first show when Jolly caught us together. Nothing happened but to Noah, it was as if they caught us fucking.

The thought caused a flush to creep to my cheeks as another text came in.

Davis: If money is an issue, it's on the crew tonight. The last few days have been crazy and we want a night out to relax.

It was true; every show this tour is sold out which made for a crazy night. Everyone in the band and crew were exhausted so a night out was something we all needed.

Me: I'm already out, where should I meet you guys?

Davis: there's this Mexican restaurant right around the block from the hotel. Meet in an hour?

Perfect amount of time to set up and record my first video. I never was a modest person, even if I never had a boyfriend. A few hookups here and there gave me some experience, but I also knew what my body liked, hence me bringing a few differnt kinds of toys with me. After the first tour, I realized how lonely I got out on the road.

I refused to prove Noah right I was only here to fuck someone; which was not true. But that didn't mean I couldn't think of a certain tattooed vocalist while I filmed, right?

An hour and fifteen minutes and red flushed cheeks later, I was practically running out of the hotel to make it in time to the restaurant. As usual, I was running late, but that was because it took me some time to figure out how to edit and post the video to my page. What I filmed wasn't exactly raunchy but just enough to keep people wanting to come back.

I was in a rush to get to the restaurant that I nearly missed the body that I collided in. Strong arms wrap around me to keep me steady as I looked up into those dark eyes that haunted me every second of every day. My heart fell deep into the pits of my stomach as embarrassment filled my veins, knowing that face was the reason for my orgasm less than an hour ago.

Noah gave me a look as slowly removed his arms from me, Jolly and Folio standing on either side of him.

"Where's the fire, angel?" He asked while drinking in the sight of me with a wide grin.

In my pussy.

He was wearing a grey sweater; the hood pulled up over his head and white hat. I cursed my vagina as it throbbed at the sight of him and my pet name.

"Uh, I was meeting Davis and others for dinner," I pointed behind me, stuttering over my words a bit.

Jolly smiled. "We're headed there too. Care if we walk with you?"

Him and Folio, not at all. Noah, yes I minded.

I didn't appreciate him acting different around me when we were alone as opposed to when people were around us.

"Nope," I smiled.

The four of us walked quietly to the restaurant with Folio next to me, Jolly and Noah behind us. Folio bumped his shoulder with me which made me peer up at him.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in a while. Outside of work," he said.

I gave a half shrug. "Just been keeping to myself the last few days."

"Does that have anything to do with," Folio threw a thumb over his shoulder towards Noah.

"No," I said a little too quickly, afraid as if he could see in my mind what I had been doing back in my room. "I forgot how busy life on the road is, that's all."

"What did he do to make you avoid him?" he asked, seeing right through my lie.

This caused Noah to step closer to the two of us, forcing his way between Folio and I.

"I didn't do anything," Noah defended.

My body was still buzzing post orgasm so having him this close to made my stomach flutter and head hazy.

"Right," I muttered under my breath and gave myself some space from him, allowing Jolly to take my spot next to Noah.

"Did we do anything to put you off?" Jolly asked.

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Everyone has been nice. I meant what I said, I've just been tired."

Noah peered over at me past Jolly, something unreadable on his face, but said nothing while we turned the block, the restaurant coming into view. Davis, Byran, Matt, and Nick Ruffilo were already seated at a table outside as we walked up. My phone buzzed in my pocket and as I saw yet another notification from Only Fans, I didn't realize that the only open seat was next to Noah.

Cursing under my breath, I sat tentatively next to him and pocketed my phone, not wanting him to peak over my shoulder and see the notification.

I had a few new subscribers which meant people were paying for my content. Maybe soon things will start picking up and I wouldn't have to worry as much.

The server came over to take our order and I frowned at Matt as he ordered a pitcher of beer for all of us to share.

"Can I have a water and four chicken tacos please?" I asked with a smile.

"You don't want a beer?" Matt asked.

I shook my head. "I don't drink; well much anyway. I do for special occasions but not really feeling like it right now."

Noah muttered something under his breath, and my eyes snapped over to him.

"Care to share what you mumbling under your breath?"

"You seemed pretty into it last tour in Chicago," he didn't bother to look away from his phone.

I stared at him with my jaw slack, upset for him bringing up that night but also amazed that he remembered that. With the way his jaw ticked and his hand gripped around his phone, it was clear he thought of that night often. I got drunk after a show because the guy I'd been talking to all night and flirting with was actually married. His wife was the reason why he was at the show in the first place but decided to hang out at the merch booth instead.

"Is that why you're such a dick to me?" I wondered.

Thankfully, the server had left, so they didn't have to watch us bicker but for the rest of the guys at the table, it didn't save them.

"You guys get drunk all the time. The one night I did, you hold it against me? For what?" I snapped.

I wasn't yelling but the table next to us spared us a few glances of concern.

"We don't need someone to carry us from the venue to the hotel, three blocks," Noah finally met my gaze.

I scoffed, completely baffled this was why he was such an asshole towards me. Because I got drunk last tour and he had to carry me back to the hotel?

"You're fucking unbelievable, Noah." I shook my head and turned away from him.

If I wasn't starving, I would head back to the hotel. But I already ordered and didn't want my food to go to waste.

Folio, who was sitting on my other side, looked at me with sympathetic eyes and gave my knee a squeeze underneath the table. The rest of dinner passed by with Noah and I not speaking another word to each other while the others chatted amongst themselves. I ate my food and sipped at my water in peace, checking my phone every now and then to see if Lana had texted me back. It was almost eight in the evening, and I debated on wondering if it was too late to call to talk to my mom when my phone rang.

Excusing myself from the table, I walked down the block to answer the call. It was a fast phone call, my mom being too exhausted to talk. Instead, I caught up with Lana.

"Alright, well let me know how she is in the morning. I'll be in the bus for half of the day so I can talk with her," I sighed.

"I will, dear. She's so exhausted from today. I looked through some photo albums with her to help her remember but nothing. There was nothing in her eyes."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded even though Lana couldn't see.

"Yeah, those vacant eyes. It's been happening a lot lately."

There was a lot of rustling on Lana's end before her soft voice came through. "I promise you. She's in good hands. When she remembers things, we have a lot in common."

That made me smile.

"Good. And I'll send you the first payment tomorrow," I said much to my dismay.

"No rush, dear."

We talked for a few more minutes before I hung up, suddenly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed for the rest of the night. When I returned to the table, I halted seeing that only Noah sat there. He heard me walk up and handed me my to go box of leftover food.

"The bill's been taking care of," he said.

I didn't meet his gaze, still upset with him, as I snatched the box out of his hand.

"Don't worry, I didn't flirt with anyone to get free food."

Noah sighed then pushed himself out of his chair, immediately towering over me.

"Do you always have to talk with such an attitude," he gritted out through clenched teeth.

I stood toe to toe with him. "Only for you, baby."

The pet name was supposed to come out as playful, no meaning behind it. But with the way Noah's eyes flashed and a low noise vibrated from his throat, I knew it had the opposite effect on him. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip and I wanted nothing more that to taste them.

"Can I walk you back to the hotel?" Noah asked.

Unbelievable.

"Oh, now that no one is around you act like you give a shit?" I snarled.

He raised his hands. "I'm trying to be nice, Y/N."

"Here's a piece of advice," I snatched my purse from the table, "If you want to be nice to me, stop doing it when we're alone. It makes me think you're embarrassed to be seen with me."

Noah's face fell and began shaking his head. "It's not that."

"Oh, right? It was because of that night in Chicago where you had to carry me back to the hotel. News flash, Noah. I didn't fucking ask you too. So do me a favor, unless it deals with work, don't talk to me the rest of the time were on tour."

Not bothering to listen to him come up with another excuse, I turned on my heels and stomped back towards the hotel.

[serene-sun]

𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖊 18+

Pairing: aether x reader

Summary: you have strep and aether is here to help, but you need a distraction from the pain.

Warnings: pussy eating, eh hickies, nothing really bad but there is a small hint of piss but it's not allot

Author note: this is my Christmas gift to and from me, and also to my friend eli

“I made your favorite,” Aether said softly as he opened the door with his foot to your bedroom.

“Oh..” you whine as you spot the trey in his hands, while sitting up in the bed you don’t let the blanket leave any skin exposed.

“Oh, I got more blankets and brought them in here earlier but you were finally asleep.” He chuckled as he set the tray beside you, “Gonna have to use your arms.”

You whine and slowly take them out of the warm cacoon. A shiver runs through your body as you get chill bumps.

“So has it gotten better?” He asks as he unwraps the civil-wear.

“No,” you say in a whisper, throat too scratchy to talk.

Aether hums, and he watches as you dip the spoon in the bowl swirling it with warm soothing liquid before taking it to your mouth. The way it slides down earns a moan.

Aether looks at your too Half above the blanket nest, you weren’t wearing clothes so your breasts popped out above the cotton sheets like a frame.

Aether watches your expression as he lays the backside of his hand on your chest, then slides it down to start groping it. “I think you still have a fever, very hot.” He said sadly before brushing over the nipple.

You whimpered as he touched, but it felt good nonetheless as chill bumps covered you again.

Aether sat a bit closer to you as he moved the trey to straddle your hips as both hands massaged each breast. He pushed some of his quintessential magic into you so you would ease from the pain-bearing sickness.

You stiffen but melt into his touch, your hands slide on top of his as you feel over his veins. His fingers rub deeply into the flesh of your breast as he squeezes the nipples until it turns purple. He starts to grab harder as he looks into your eyes.

You squirm as his magic starts traveling down to your cunt, making the already hot organ drip with arousal as the folds slide against each other. Your clit buried in flesh starts to poke out as your clenching hole squelches as you move.

“Aether…” you whimper, almost unheard.

The ghoul nods, he rubs his horns against your head before crawling under the blanket and gently licking up your vagina's hot slit before he pulled apart your folds like book pages. He breathed heavily against your core that clenched around nothing.

Your clit poked out of its safety and throbbed. Aether rubbed the point of his tongue against the small hole of your urethra. He prodded at it until your clit brushed against the top of his nose, earning a loud moan from you above

Aether took a deep breath before taking your clit into his mouth, swirling around the hood with his tongue before unraveling it and sucking on the bare little bud.

He continued sucking until your squirming legs squeezed together on both sides of his head. He took it as a sign that you wanted more.

You cried out as he slid two fingers into your tight vagina. Aether worked your clit and hole as his other hand gently massaged your urethra with the pad of his thumb as little beads of urine dripped out from her holding off an orgasm. He brought his lip down to collect it

She squeezed around his fingers before squirting, sliding down his throat just like the hot soup previously.

He quickly escaped the sheets for a breath of air as he realized he was being suffocated by plush thighs and lips.

“Think you need a little distraction, little bunny?” He said deeply as he pulled down the zipper of his jeans and pulled out his aching erection that leaked with cum.

You bunch up the blankets around your ears and nose as you nod with knitted brows, and watery eyes pleading as she spreads her legs.

Aether chuckled as he let go of his cock to take off the rest of his clothes, it sprung back up with a glistening glow of cum coating his girth as it leaked from his tip.

The ghoul got back to his spot under the ocean of fabrics as he poked his head out at the top to kiss her collarbone before sliding into her vagina.

You whimper as his thrust opens you up more, his cock pushing against your cervix lightly as your inner walls rub against his penis as he pulls out and moves quickly back in.

You whine as he starts to ram into your heated cunt at a quick speed, rough pubic hair rubbing against your overstimulated clit.

He slams back into you as he bites down on your chest between your breasts, a purple mark beginning to form as he sucks harshly. Over and over again he did that across your breasts before his hands wrapped around your waist.

His balls slapped against the bottom of your ass as the base pushed deeper and deeper with every new thrust. You were filled to the brim with his penis, it glided across all of your pleasure spots and weak ones. Your urethra throbbed as you held back another orgasm. Some liquid flooded aethers cock and your pussy as you orgasmed unintentionally.

The big ghoul doesn’t stop pounding your tight and swollen vagina before licking a long stripe up your cheek. His forked tongue played with your bottom lip before kissing you passionately.

Aether hammers your cunt with 4 large and forceful thrusts as he slowly pounds your vagina full of his sperm. Hot seed coating your walls as it drips down your hole and to your ass.

“Fuck.” He grunts as he gives one final shove before more ropes of orgasm fill you both

You gasp for air as you realize how long you were holding it. You breathe heavily as Aether plops down on your chest, head in the crook of your neck.

“I…I-“ you stutter to find words to say.

“Shhh, shhh little angel, you will feel better soon.” He says as Aether caresses your cheek.

You whine but nod, turning over to cuddle into his chest.

“Filled with medicine now,” Aether smiled wickedly

[pastel-omegas-blog]

‡THE BEGINNING‡

Chapter Ten. Chapter One

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. 

⚠️GORE AHEAD.⚠️

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Carriages moved in a single file through the dense forest, the main carriage that reeked of rotten fruit with said substances staining the outside led the line sitting inside were the expected guest of the Northern nobility.

Trees passed the carriage window and e/c eyes peeked out from the soft fluffy fur blankets he had wrapped around his form like a cacoon.

The greenery of nature , the sky blue sky, soft fluffy white clouds, the clean air and fairly quiet place brought his mind to ease a bit as he took it all in.

It was a marvelous sight to behold.

A great contrast to the one he had experienced earlier.

Leaving the palace gates it was impossible to take any of the other quicker routes to get to the northern border because all the roads had been blocked of by the imperial knights, giving his carriage no choice than to pass through the capital square were they were met face to face with the city's people who wanted to show their gratitude to the discarded Emperor.

" Get out of our land you demon!"

A rotten fruit smashed at the side of the carriage and many more followed after it, making the coach man pick up speed.

Aria tried her best to cuddle up to her baby cousin as she pulled him into her lap whispering sweet nothings while Basil tried his best to refrain from going down and killing someone as an example, Felix watched on not knowing what to do.

" Devil leave! "

" Begone you Heathen!! "

" Monster! "

" I hope you fall off a cliff and die "

 Despite his cousin's efforts to cover his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the angry mob M/N still looked out taking in their faces printing them into his mind so he wouldn't forget.

He wanted to know who said what, because very soon in the near future they would be on their knees begging for his forgiveness. He could picture it perfectly and the sight made a small smile stretch on his lips.

​​​​​​They managed to leave the capital without any other hitch, riding deeper into the thick forest that was the only available path to the border.

A dark and stone filled path that housed dangerous magical beasts known to devour human flesh, a place known for being the hangout for illegal slavers, murders, thieves, bandits and hired killers.

At some point during the journey the male omega had switched back to sitting in his knights laps and he snuggled closer into the recessive's chest as he fell  ' fast asleep ' making the pink haired man's heart hammer away in his chest.

 Aria had her nose buried in a book, her golden eyes occasionally glancing to check on her cousin's wellbeing before she went back to the book in her hands.

 Felix had his head lowered at the present of his superiors his violet eyes focuses on his laps. He would stare up once in a while to watch the sleeping omega, taking in how his long e/c lashes fell on his rosy s/c cheeks and how his glossy plump red lips opened ever so slighty before looking back down with a blush on his cheeks.

Despite the bumpy road the ride was relatively peaceful.

 " Not for long though~ "

 The voice whispered in a teasing tone and M/N hummed silently in agreement.

 He could feel their leering stares from the small safety the carriage provided.

 The ' Friends ' that the saint had sent to ' help '  him and his party.

The h/c man had sensed his  kind helpers immediately they entered the forest, they had been watching them waiting for the chance to strike.

 Just like how he was waiting for them to act out.

He thankfully didn't have to wait to long.

 One of the carriage wheels suddenly popped off making the group panic.

Aria wrapped her arms around M/N and Basil wrapped his arms around the two omegas on his grasp while felix was forced to grip Basil's arm for dear life.

 The coach man battled with the reins of the horses, trying to get the animals under control so they wouldn't crash into a tree. The chaos went on for a few more seconds but it felt like hours to those oblivious to the cause before the coach man was finally able to get control once more.

 The carriage came to a halt and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the drivers in the other carriages had stopped immediately they witnessed the accident, but instead of helping they all came down from their spots and ran into the tree line confusing the old coach man who called out for them to come back  yelling ' This wasn't part of the deal! "

 Looks like they were in on it too.

 The h/c male didn't need to worry though.

 None of them would be leaving the place alive anyways.

 Everywhere became deathly still for a moment and it nerved everyone. No birds chirping, the whistling of the wind and ruffling of leaves seemed to stop and M/N felt his loyal knigh shift his weight so he could grab his  sword and the omega gave him points for that.

 The silence was broken as an arrow wheezed through the air lodging itself in the coach man's throat drawing  a gurgled scream from him as he began to choke on his own blood, his limbs failing around in a panic as he tried too pull it out only for a pink tinted foam to start forming at the back of his damage throat and pour out of his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the poison kicked in.

 His fat corpse fell to the forest floor with a loud thud.

 The sound caused Aria to tighten her arms around the bundle up man bringing him closer to her laps while Basil started to get ready if the need be for him to bust out and attack. His baby blue eyes darkening a bit as he glared at the tree line through the window.

 The place became silent again no sounds to be heard, then a mad cackle broke it as men began walk out from behind the trees surrounding the carriage and it's occupants in a circle.

 The largest member of the group throw two hard stone like objects to the carriage walls one hitting the edge of the window revealing what it was when they noticed the blood dripping from the small stumps under them did they realize it was the severed heads of the coach men that had ran away early.

Aria screamed at the morbid sight as shuffled back into the carriage using the fur blanket to cover M/N's face, Felix felt vile rise at the back of his throat and Basil clenched his jaw, wanting to lash out and take them out. He would have if they were ordinary people, but he could feel their månå reserves flowing off them in powerful waves. Such a thing couldn't belong to a full blooded human.

 They had to be hybrids. His guess was proven right as he noticed the pointy ears of the man who laughed like a rabid dog.

" Hey! Hey! Come on now mister knight. Why don't you come down and fight us ? I promise we don't play dirty. It'll be a noble and sticking to the rules thing. Come on out already I've been itching to get some blood on my hands " the ' leader ' of the group cackled out maniacally a very pretty man with a lean build and average height and the pink haired recessive repressed a growl under his breath. He could take them on, but they're were to many of them for him to handle. He was sure one small mistake would be the death of him.

E/c eyes peered out of the small space Aria had failed to cover to look around.

" They are twenty five in total " the voice said ' And you need thirteen souls and bodies for the process right ? ' the h/c man questioned  in his head. " Well seeing how the saint has gifted us with so many it would be a shame not to use them~ " the voice mused and his omega host made a sound of acknowledgement.

"  What's taking so long? Why isn't the knight dude going to fight?  I already promised to be all noble and stuff.

I want some action already. "  A white haired man whined out, his pretty blue  eyes looking over at the carriage that had gone deathly silently. He puffed his rosy cheeks.

" It doesn't matter if he comes out of fight now or not. The results are still going to be the same. His body will become an offering to the deity -​​​​​​​​​​​​DEMIORCA  " the dark skinned bulky man replied, his  cat like eyes watching the carriage for any sudden movements ignoring the  childish whining of his partner.

" Well I don't give a damn about that alpha. I'm more interested with the omegas inside. The green eyed bastard said we should bring that stupid Emperor back in one piece, but he didn't say we couldn't have fun with em and the woman first " a large man with pig like facial features said and his words made the rest of the men holler out cheers. 

The white haired man suddenly stopped his whining and turned to look at the pig man with a dark look on his face, the pretty blue of his eyes gone instead a bright purple colour took over, his canines growing longer, the pearly white dagger like tooth shining on the sunlight. His sudden change made the rest of the party freeze in fear.

 The large cat hybrid man put a hand on the pretty man's shoulder to keep him in place so he wouldn't lunge and rip apart a member of their party.

He didn't feel like doing any paperwork.

 " How many times do I have to say this so it enters that thick skull of yours orc? We don't touch the omegas. If you can't follow that simple rule.  THEN GET OUT! "

The crowd broke down into a small mummer at the man's words the orc huffing and turning his face away mumbling to himself " Uptight assholes won't let me have any fun..."

"FuN..."  A deep ominous voice suddenly spoke up scaring the pig man senseless and causing a stir in the group.

The white haired hybrid turned to look back at the carriage realizing the door was open, but inside the carriage was pitch black. Not a single person to be seen and the bright rays of the sun couldn't penetrate into the inky blackness.

A thick black tentacle like appendage with orange and red vein like symbols decorating it shot out of the darkness without any warning and it quickly wrapped itself around the pig man raising him into the air as boarish screams of panic left his lips.

" YoU ThiNk VIOLATING aNoTheR lIVIng tHinG iS FuN ? " The same voice from earlier spoke up, louder than before and it sounded more disoriented, like multiple people were all speaking at once. " THeN iF sO.... " The voice shouted as more tentacles shot out of the darkness, the white haired man and cat hybrid barely having enough time to dodge them as they joined the first one to wrap around it's victim. "​​" I'm sURe YOu'll fInD ThiS FuN~"

They tore at his clothes stopping for a brief moment to display his naked body to his group, tentacles pulling his limbs away so he couldn't hide himself. The humiliation went on for a few minutes, with the things dragging the man in every direction as he cried and begged for mercy.

For a moment the tentacles stopped their torment and everyone that it was over and the man's yelling simmered down to a pathetic sob. All of a sudden blood and bits of guts rained down on the men below drawing screams from them.

 The white haired man stared up in awe at the inky black tentacle his eyes focused on the symbols designing it ignoring the impaled corpse of his former team mate  as well as the screams of the others behind him as more tentacles sprouted out from the carriage and did away with the rest of them just as gruesomely at the first. Two were slammed into a boney red  pulp, some were diced into cubes, others experienced the same fate as their first comrade. The slaughter went on until it was just the white haired hybrid and his partner. Said partner stood by his side his teal feline eyes widening in shock as he recognized the symbols. 

The two hastily bowed on the ground not minding the blood stains or dirt. How dare they complain about such when they've been given the opportunity to stand in the presence of their lord.

" We greet the all knowing and wise Deity DEMIORCA .  It is an honor to be in your presence" their voices spoke in sync as they waited for a response.

The tentacles swarmed around them almost in a taunting manner. As if any wrong move would make them experience a death far  more painful than their comrade

' DEMIORCA ? Is that what your called ? ' M/N asked as he swarm around in the familiar darkness looking at the pretty white haired man and his dark skinned hulk friend taking in their hybrid trusts. The scent coming from them alerting him of their second gender.

The soft scent of tulips from the white haired man gave him away as a recessive omega, while the barely noticable scent of catnip from the man exposed him as a beta.

" ​​​​That is not my name. It belongs to a lower god, but he no longer exists. Yet he still has a strong following. He an I share the same pattern and symbols so it's easy for them to make the mistake " the voice said and the h/c omega chose to ignore the jealousy in his voice. M/N watched them for a few more seconds before an idea struck him. 

' if he doesn't exist anymore why don't we just steal his following? You've already gained the power you need through the ritual plus the extra you scored from those other beings. You  can swindle their hearts. If the god is dead then they've probably been clinging on to any measley thing that could be a proof of his existence. Let's give them hope~

 M/N said as a sinister smirk made it's way too his plump lips as the voice- No Demi cackled in agreement.

 That saint really was just making things so easy for them.

 The white haired hybrid felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, his pale cheeks heating up to a rosy pink.

 He couldn't believe it.

 He was standing in the benevolent presence of his Deity. A dirty scum like him who had been born for a vampire whore was able to get such a chance.

 He could die from happiness.

 A thick sweet scent suddenly appeared catching the two off guard as their senses became flooded from the sweet smell.

 Ripe peaches, thick honey and warm creamy milk. Such a welcoming and alluring scent.

A soft voice giggled, a hand going under both men's chin to force them to look up and their breaths hitched as they stared up in awe.

 Coming out of the inky black mass a mesmerizing creature that made the two men instantly think of a god/goddess

A beautiful face, with curly locks on of thick h/c hair, thick h/c lashes fluttered softly as jewel like e/c hues peered out from them. A rosy red colour dusted his cheeks , his plump glossy red hue lips pulled into a soft gentle smile.

 Silky looking s/c skin seemed to shine in the sunlight, his curvy figure very visible, the inky black tentacles only cover up his upper chest and lower parts. He looked like an angel coming to save them and grant them salvation and the two men couldn't stop themselves from staring.

 Their Deity was so  beautiful. Far better than all those god's those stupid temple men worshiped.      " So my loyal followers seem to recognize me~ " the soft voice teased out making the White haired recessive feel his heart beat faster as he blush got worse at the pretty person's teasing " But......"

The hand under their chin tightened it's grip and the two hybrid's winced in pain as sharp claws dug into their skin drawing blood, making the red liquid drip onto the blood stained grass.  The s/c man's eyes turned a bright orange colour with a hint of red swimming along his hues his smile falling as a disappointed frown took it's place.

" Yet you both attacked my carriage with the intent to harm my companions and dear I say even try to dispose of me. " The h/c omega said clicking his tongue in annoyance as he glared at the two men.

The white haired man let out a small whimper as his blush grow worse, enjoying the attention he was receiving from his lord, but he absolutely HATED that he was being scolded.

it wasn't his fault.

 He didn't mean too, honest.

but he had done it anyway and made himself look unfaithful.

​​​​​​ His soft sweet scent started to turn sour as he whimpered out apologies, the beta following along as shame swallowed the both of them up.

" I'm sorry my lord. This trash dared to attack someone as mighty as yourself. Please do with me what you will, my life and body and exist to serve you. " The blue eyed male said as he stared into the h/c deity's mesmerizing orange cat like hues.

" This servant is useless for not recognizing you and your group my lord. I am not worthy of your forgiveness please do with me as you please. I will take whatever punishment you have without any compliant " the dark skinned man said as his cat ears lowered .

 M/N let out a hum as he stared at the two men. He obviously wasn't going to kill them. He needed them alive to spread word of his existence, that and they were strong. He needed strong people at his side for now while he gathered his own power, but they didn't need to know that.

" Hmmm. You both seemed to have accepted that it's your mistake. So this once I shall grant you mercy.... " He started loosening his grip on their chin as he pulled away from them. " This once " he said before his eyes went back to their vibrant e/c and the gentle smile returned to his lips.

The two men let out a sigh of relief as their tensed shoulders relaxed only for them to freeze up as a dark chuckle left the being's lips and the white haired hybrid forced his leg together as an effort to hide his aching erection feeling his blush worsen.

 " Of course it's for a small price though. " The h/c omega said in a sing song voice, is s smile growing wider as he watched the two nod their heads like obedient little dogs.

" A.. anything for you my lord " the two stammered out in sync.

​​​​They would do absolutely anything to make sure they could gain their lord's favor, the first thing would be to track down their employer and make an example of him.

 " First off all. I need your names. Need to know who my two loyal followers are because after an incident like this I have a feeling we'll be seeing more often~ " the h/c man purred out and the recessive omega whimpered at the sound, his self restrain getting thinner and M/N chuckled.

" A...Alec my lord " the white haired male stuttered out, his wounds beginning to heal as he found himself getting lost in the god's e/c orbs.  " Noah my liege " the dark skinned man answered.

 M/N hummed in satisfaction lett go of the two men as he slowly began to sink back into the darkness. " Such lovely names for my new little butterflies ~ " the omega cooed as familiar orange butteries fluttered out of the mess surrounding the two before forcing themselves into the mouths of the two hybrid's and the s/c man let out a manical laugh at the sight.

​​" Now go on my little dolls spread the rumors little by little and make the people start to question themselves.

' A new god has awoken an aged giant has awakened from his slumber and is ready to save this world from itself ' " M/N instructed and the two men nodded their eyes flashing orange for a brief moment before they disappeared.

" But weren't not saving this world are we~ " Demi asked already knowing the answer.

" Of course not " M/N replied as he cleaned up the scene and replaced the memories of the three people he had hidden safely in his shadow, going back to wrap the blanket around himself as he returned back to his original form.

" We're burning it down "

 DEMIORCA'S  cackle rang in his head as he began to drift off to sleep

Um hi?

[kiankiwi]

Random SPN Imagine that could turn into a whole story! <3

Sam comes up to dean: I'm worried about Y/N dude something's bothering her and she won't talk about it.

Dean knowing, you always open up to him more (for some reason) okay here's the plan you go to the store and get her her hyperfixation snacks and I'll see if I can talk to her.

Sam (pouting, wanting to help more than just being put on a snack run): Why can't we both talk to her?

Dean: *Gives him a big brother 'because you idiot' glare* because dude I don't want her to feel like we're staging an intervention or ganging up on her. Now go!

*

Dean searches the bunker and finds you in your little man cave you created, with your headphones in, curled up in the corner. Not noticing you came in, Dean waves his arms a bit so as not to startle you. You still jump a bit when you see dean anyway and take out an ear pod.

"Hey, hey, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay. You've just kinda been holed up in here all day, not talking to anyone." You shrug, hoping Dean would drop it. Dean comes closer, poking at your knee with his boot. "Y'know you can talk to us about anything."

You sigh. "I know. I just... I don't want to talk about it yet is that okay?" Dean nods. "Hey, uh, I sent Sam out on a food run and he should be coming back with some of your favorites. You hungry?" You smile for the first time in a few days. "Did you send him out to get me my favorite snacks.. again?" Dean gives you a little mischievous smile. "Uh, yeah, I did." You smile bigger, giving Dean a cautious side hug. "Thanks man." He nods. And just then you both hear Sam walking through the bunker yelling out, "Hey, I'm back and I got icecream!"

*

Later that night and it's storming terribly. You sit up on the couch in front of the fire, wide awake and trembling a bit, scared out of your mind because you hate thunderstorms. You hear someone get up and crane your neck to see Dean sleepy and stumbling out of his bedroom, palming his eyes. "Mmm, hey, I was just, uh, coming to check on you 'cause I heard the thunder. You okay?"

You nod, pulling your cacoon of a blanket tighter around your shoulders. Dean sits beside you on the couch. You shrug yet again. "I was already awake and then I got too scared to sleep. Stupid storm." Dean nods, stretching his arm out over the back of the couch. "Hmm, want some hot cocoa? We could watch Charlie Brown too?" You smile, eyes lighting up. "Really?" Dean shrugs, his mouth quirking to the side. "I don't know how long I'll last but I know you hate sleeping alone in a storm. So we can stay up out here." You nod, standing. "Marshmallows and whipped cream?" You ask. "And maybe a piece of that pie Sammy brought home."

*

That next morning, Sam shuffles out into the living room, just woken up and wanders out to a weird sight. You're asleep in Dean's lap, Dean is asleep sitting up with his arm protectively strewn on top of you with your blanket pulled up against you both and there were two mugs of forgotten hot chocolate on the table.

Dean had just woken up as Sam walked in. "Hey, don't wake her." Sam gives him a half asleep confused look. "What the hell?" Dean stretches as much as he can without waking you. "There was a storm. Shut up."

****

I don't know what this was but it just pooooured out of me. Should I continue this? I feel like it was really cute and it has some potential to be a real story. PS I'm listening to 'sleeping in the bunker asmr' as we speak.There's just so many ways this could go in a continuation: Is dean friendzoned? Do you have a crush on Sam? What's been on your mind?

so please tell me what you think.

[the-illiteratepoet]

I decided not to have children. No particular reason. I just didn’t have enough of a reason To have children. That, and fear.

I was so scared when we first met. All I could think about was everything that could go wrong. Every way I might accidentally mess up, and you would get hurt. Your mother reassured me you were “an easy kid.” Something ticked in my mind, but the conversation changed and I followed.

It’s difficult to know what to do with kids. I know what not to do, I know what hurt me, but that leaves a lot of blanks. I only had one moderately good adult role model for parenting blurry in my memory, so I stuck to what I knew of them.

I remember the first Mother’s Day I spent with you when you brought home a gift for me. A bookmark of my name, every letter a piece of your art. I sent it to every person I knew. It sits on the shelf of all my mementos to my father. I wanted him to see.

You slept between your mother and I on nights when you were afraid. I woke up via face kicks multiple times and all I could think was “cute!” You would occasionally sleep in “Big Shirts,” or a parents shirt when you were anxious, just as I used to do with my dad. I remember the first time the “big shirt” you slept in was mine. I remember which shirt. I still smile at it in my closet. I’ve watched you grow. I have videos on my phone from birthdays through the years. Only three birthdays. But one third of your years isn’t all too bad.

I was nervous to move in all together, but excited as well. Your father kept calling me aunt [poet]. You got sick when your mom was out of town, but you still wanted to sleep in her bed, where I happened to be. We surrounded you with your comfort items and your warm milk (45 seconds in the microwave and stir to get it just right). You coughed too much to sleep so we stayed up together. My body tensed with every wheezed breath you let out. I came back in with your father when he arrived, anxious about your health, when we found you teary eyed and vomit in the bed. You flooded the room with apologies in a shivering tone I remembered the feeling of all too well. Your father scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom as I reassured you “oh honey, they’re just sheets, they wash.” I bundled up the bed, saving your baby blanky for your return, and set it all to wash. I made the bed and your father wrapped you in new pajamas. We cacooned you in more blankets and brought you warm chamomile to sip on. We slept all the next day. Your father called me your “mama [poet]” since then. And you called me your parent to your friends at school.

I went to parent teacher meetings, doctor appointments, and dentists. We played on the school playground early in the morning when we arrived too early. We have matching bracelets, and you cuddle a stuffed dragon I made you when you go to sleep. I held your hand until you could fall asleep one anxious night, heard you tell me you love me in that sleepy voice as you drifted off.

I spend every night recently staring at the wall wondering how you are. I can’t tell you what happened, why I don’t live there anymore. I can’t tell you why I avoid your mother, or why the sight of them gives me panic attacks.

My stomach is roiling and my mouth is going dry. I want to throw up. I’m mature and calm and respectful when you can hear, but I’ve never been more scared in my life. You’re alone with them, I have no legal right to help you. Your father can’t even reach you, he could call the cops on your mother for many things, but he won’t.

I feel so fucking helpless. I know where you are because I’ve been there. This fear is so different from then. It’s more animal than anything I’ve felt. More panic than when I was cornered and hurt. Air has no substance, my mind is a ringing after lightning, a fine withering thread keeps me from running barefoot down the road to try and find you.

I know who they are, I know what they do. I’m so fucking helpless and all I can do is wait and hope and pray like I believe in anything

[ladyloversposts]

This is a drabble I made, it's something me and my girlfriend are almost constantly talking about and I find it adorable, she gave me the idea to write it, so here it is. I onoy spent twrnty minuties on this, so, feedback is welcome

Trigger warnings: Pretty much fluff, touching I guess, chubby reader

We lay together in bed, the morning sun shining gently as we lay there, snuggled in each other's arms. She kisses my neck chastly, earning a soft hum as we cuddle. She murmurs against my skin, her soft warm breath wafting down my neck. "good morning beautiful" sounds softly from behind me and I tilt my head to kiss her, humming against her lips. "mm, morning love. Sleep well?" Nuzzling her softly. We talk softly, still sleepy as the morning sun slowly graces us with it's shine. I slowly slip out of bed, putting my slippers on as she groans quietly as she loses my warmth. I go downstairs, stretching as I start a lot of coffee and put the kettle on the stove for my tea before beginning on breakfast.

Eventually I come back up stairs, smiling softly at her half asleep expression, not wanting to leave the warmth of our bedding. "come on darling, can't sleep forever, you need to eat" she whines as I coax her out of the cacoon of blankets and downstairs to eat breakfast with me, letting her sit as I make her coffee and finish fixing my tea. I sit with her, kissing her cheek gently. "Didn't burn it this time?" She asks quietly, still tired. "actually, I didn't. And I hope I did your coffee right as well" she nods softly.

After breakfast we get dressed, finally getting out of our pajamas. We get ready, and I let her brush my hair, leaning my head back to rest in her chest when she's done. "Your so sweet to me" she bends her head to kiss my forehead, her hands slipping under my shirt to massage the fat of my stomach as she murmurs how pretty I am. I relax into her arms, letting her touch me as she pleases, letting my eyes flutter closed.

We spend the day cuddling, only getting up when I convince her she needs to eat and drink water, that we both do. Nothing fancy, just some fruit as we return to the couch, letting her feed me a strawberry, chewing it with a smile as she plays with the fat on my sides with her free hand. I giggle softly, a little ticklish. "Your gonna make me choke!" She just smiles, though moves her hand to my chest instead.

That night we get in the shower, giggling as we kiss, each other, letting the water warm. We get in, bathing and washing each other. The warm water Cascades over our bodies as we bathe together, bubbles sliding down my thighs, down her back and shoulders. We help each other dry off and get ready for bed. We crawl into bed together, getting comfortable again and relaxing in each other's arms.

[iwantabatlleaxe]

The weather is so cold (14C to my tropical ass is freezing) and dry that Im sitting in a blanket cacoon with a cup of water occasionally watering. my. skin. What happened to me

[curioushorizons]

“one day,” she says to me; my mother looking down at me in total awe of the baby cacooned up in blankets in my arms. My baby. Mum continues, “this is not going to be easy. but, one day, when you’re sitting at the kitchen table alone with a tea in hand, you realise you’d take every hard day and relive it again and again, over and over, if it meant getting to hold them safe in your arms again.”

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Time for ✨Rules & Regulations✨ (UPDATED: 11/26/2021)

💅🏼🌻: Keep an eye out for these icons in future asks/Throughout the masterlists!

🔓MAJOR UPDAATE 2/23/2022: I will now only be accepting 5 Charas max per request! AND I will be updating the Masterlists every Friday. So I will not be posting on Fridays. Thank you! Like or reblog this post to let me know how many of you have seen this! 🔓

Rules in General!

DNI if you're under 18! This is a blog that contains sexual content, cussing, and stuff your parents probably don't want you seeing, and I'm sure you don't want to get caught reading! (let alone the legal aspects...) Minors please just keep yourself safe, okay?

No Proshippers, Racists, etc (The common sense stuff that usually hurts someone!)

I may seem a bit aggressive but I promise you I am 100% here for fun! And I can't wait to talk with you all!

If I EVER get any information wrong about a race or culture, please inform me! I love learning about this kind of stuff as well! So I'm all ears! (Hetalia was the only reason I had a high History grade lmao)

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You are allowed to ask for NSFW things! (All NSFW will be labeled with a #HandsyPandsy)

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One Shots- Longish One Shots! They will be created specifically for whom ever asked them. Even if you're an Anon!

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Feel free to ask anything about me as a writer as well! I can understand it's a hard time for us all, so I hope I can make most of you smile at some point!

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Not sure if what you're about to ask me is gonna make me uncomfortable? Send it anyway, I'm pretty chill about it because this is the internet.

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Under this cut is a baby ramble of what other things I will be doing with this blog, because I do not expect a lot of interactions because apparently the fanbase has gotten... vicious... It's what I get for living under a rock...

If you couldn't tell, I have a thing for Russia <3 (surprised? Da?) But I do write more on the fluffy side. I guess in a way I've done that whole "I don't like X,Y, or Z about Cannon so it is mine to change!" thing. In other ways I view my works as an almost AU (which is really weird because history~). And I have the word 'Secretary' in my name because I have an unwritten fanfic of.. okay it's a self insert because HA! Childhood Trauma, am I right? But Yeah, the Russian Teddy Bear is my comfort character- also he had me at the accent (Russian is ironically my favorite accent just cause it is). But Don't let that stop you. I'm not gonna get all Qoutev "Oh! He'S MiNe! RaWr XD" on you, promise! But yeah- I'll be posting on here for... god knows how long. I don't really know. IT literally depends on my Hyperfixation quota. But trust me, it does not die out quickly -_- no matter how much I wish it did sometimes. I'll also sometimes post more NSFW things for my own amusement, but I'll try very hard to keep things organized... So I'll apologize now If need be! But that's it! Feel free to ask whatever, about whatever. (Immediately gets Shakira stuck in my head). Oh! I'll probably have small fits of RolePlay-esque posts. It'll be fun... fun... ehhh- Now that you've read most of this Pinned Tweet! Have a Hug! Or a cookie if you do not want! (^J^)

P.S It's too much fun to make Russia emotes, like it's not the fact it's Russia, it's just really cute... big ol' smoochable nose... JUST SAYING!

[jimmypagestheremin]

Spiritually, I’m there screaming with all the other Dutch fans

[magisknorge]

Ahhh

[martybaker]

I have many thoughts about retired Dream and his struggles with the human condition. Here’s one of them.

My heart’s ailment

or Dream gets sick for the first time since becoming human

________________________

“I am dying.”

“Uhuh, sure you are, darling. Come on, sit up for a bit. Drink this, it’ll help.”

Hob sits down on the bed where Dream is bundled in blankets, looking quite miserable indeed. It’s just a common cold though and it will pass, but it wouldn’t be like Dream to not turn it into a dramatic spectacle.

To be fair, it is his first cold since turning human, which means it is the first cold he’s ever experienced in all the billions of years of his existence, so Hob is willing to offer him some lenience. Besides, he feels a little guilty for bringing the damn thing in from university and getting away with very mild symptoms while his husband’s condition got more severe, due to his body’s lack of experience with combatting sicknesses.

Hob unravels the blankets and helps the disgruntled cat to sit up, rubbing his back and pushing a steaming mug into his hands.

Dream stares at it with suspicion.

“Is it poison?”

You know what, scratch that, no lenience for this oversized billion-years old baby, Christ.

“No it’s not bloody poison, it does not even taste that bad, actually. Come on now.”

“I wish it were poison,” Dream grumbles.

Hob rolls his eyes at the theatrics, having built an imunity against them, they no longer phase him. “Sure, and then your sister would finally end me as well, what a lovely thought.”

He inspects Dream’s temperature with his hand. Warm, but not feverish anymore. Thank heavens. The worst days when Dream burned like a star, coughed like a heavy smoker and couldn’t speak are behind them. His voice still sounds rougher than usual, but the cough has almost entirely subsided.

Hob pets the blankets where he’s calculated Dream’s knee should be.

“You’re getting better. It was worse yesterday, wasn’t it? Give it a few more days and you’ll be back up on your feet. You know what they say though, positive mindset is half of the way to recovery. It certainly wouldn’t hurt if you could cheer up a little.”

Dream slurps his medicine, making a face.

“It’s not my fault that human bodies are so weak and fragile even such a measly ailment can render them so useless.”

Hob snorts. “And yet, we persevere.”

“Hmph,” is the only answer he gets to that.

When the medicine is swallowed, Hob takes the mug back and puts it on the table where a bowl of steaming broth is waiting.

He reaches out to caress Dream’s cheek. Dream closes his eyes with a sigh and leans into the hold.

“Do you think you’d be able to drink some soup as well, love? It would help you regain strength.”

Dream’s eyes shoot open and he gives the bowl of soup a look of pure disdain, leaning away.

Hob sighs. “Your weak and fragile body needs sustenance.”

Dream turns up his nose at him.

“Nope, okay, I get it,” Hob gets up, feigning resignation. “You’re misery personified and i am a fool for trying to help, you can go back to moping in your cacoon, all by your lonesome.”

Look, Hob’s not above emotional blackmailing if that’s what’s necessary to get his pain-in-the-arse husband to make some effort to get better. The stupid moron can’t get it into his head that humans can’t live on air.

Luckily, Hob’s dirty little trick works like a charm, he only manages to take one step away from the bed, when he hears a muttered “Don’t go,” and two pale hands wrap like tentacles around his middle.

Hob sighs and lets himself be pulled back onto the bed.

“You’re so difficult sometimes, and yet, i persevere,” he teases.

“Because,” Dream prompts, plastered against Hob’s back, lips moving against his spine.

Hob huffs a laugh. “Wow, you’re so blatantly fishing for it.”

He wraps his hands around Dream’s and sighs. He gives in, as he always does, because though he may be immune to Dream’s theatrics he is not immune to the vast well of love towards this being, which bubbles inside him and, inexplicably, only seems to grow larger with each day, each year, each century.

“Because i love you,” he sighs.

“Mmm,” Dream hums contently, the vibrations tickling Hob’s back. He nuzzles against him like a kitten.

And then, miraculously:

“…I don’t wish to be alone, and i don’t wish for Despair’s company either.”

There’s a pause, and a deep sigh.

“I wish for yours. And I…appreciate your care. And patience.”

Hob chuckles. “Ah, feelings, sharing them is like pulling teeth, isn’t it?”

He’s teasing, but relief floods him knowing that they are making progress. However hard the human condition is for Dream, he has not yet said he regrets it. He has not yet said he regrets choosing a mundane life with Hob, and Hob will do his damnest to make sure he never does.

Even if it entails such horrifying lessons as talking about one’s feelings, admitting vulnerability, asking for help and letting your loved ones take care of you.

Expectedly, Dream bristles at the jab at his notorious shortcomings in the emotion-sharing department. “Hob. I have been sufficiently chastised, there’s no need for further commentary.”

Hob chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right. C’mere, Lord of Moping,” he pulls Dream into his arms, holding him close, and kisses his maudlin musings away.

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everything in your personal and professional lives was going great. you were the head of hr at a design firm in new york and had recently gotten a raise, you had good friends within the company and were happy there. as for your personal life, you had a stable group of friends including your boyfriend of a little over a year (and his teammates). but things had never gone this well for you before and all you knew to do was wait for everything to blow up. 

you had grown up in a rough environment that had forced you to learn how to protect yourself, both physically and mentally. because of this your natural reaction was to pull away when things got good, you didn’t need to be hurt further and the longer you stayed the more it would hurt. you were scared that someone would get too close then be let down. the thing that saved you, though, was how open you were with mat at the beginning of your relationship. you told him that you tended to pull away, emphasized that it wouldn’t be his fault and told him that if he wanted to leave then you wouldn’t even be upset. mat chose to stay. and in choosing to stay he had learned all of your quirks and habits noting the things you prioritized in your personal life as well as in your relationship. it was how he could tell that your lack of game attendance meant that you were pulling away. it was the third game in a row where “something had come up” and for the first time pulling away from someone felt wrong. you loved mat, even if he didn’t know, and it felt wrong to not be at UBS supporting him. and you didn’t know this but the lack of your presence felt wrong to him too, so wrong that it was starting to mess with his game a little bit. 

the isles ended up winning. you knew because you watched from your couch, unable to pull yourself away completely. and after the game mat rushed through his postgame routine and through the streets of new york to get to you. finally, just after 10:30 there was a knock on the door. you ignored it, because who was at your door at 10:30 fucking pm, but the person didn’t let up forcing you out of your blanket cacoon and to the door. “i’m coming, shut up!” you yelled in the general direction of your front door, thankfully stopping the incessant knocking.  “what could anyone possibly wa-” you started as you swung the door open “mat.” the man in question smiled sheepishly, “hi.” he said, “may i come in?” you nodded softly unsure of what to say, not quite knowing the reason he was there. 

mat stepped into the entryway, softly shutting the door behind him, and the two of you stood in uncomfortable silence for a bit before you finally broke it. “are you here to break up with me?” you asked. mat flinched slightly in response but you continued before he could respond “if you are please do it quickly.” unable to do anything else mat started shaking his head, “what? y/n no. why would i be breaking up with you?” he asked. you shrugged and walked into the living room to sit down, signaling for mat to follow. “why wouldn’t you be breaking up with me mat?” you said, “it’s not like i’ve been the best partner lately.” at that mat sighed, “i mean yeah, but we talked about this early.” he countered, “i like you a lot and i want to make this work y/n. i knew that this was coming because you cared enough to warn me.” then shifted closer to you and cradled your hand in his. “there is nothing wrong with you y/n. it doesn’t matter how you grew up or what you might be going through. i love you for it all.”

hearing him admit that had you shooting your head up to look him in the eyes, letting out an almost startled gasp. “really?” you asked, “you love me?” shyly mat nodded, “i do. i hope that’s okay,” he said. “of course it’s okay matty. i, i love you too.” you responded. “i’m just scared that somewhere down the line you’re going to realize you could do so much better than me.” hearing that statement mat gave into the urge to pull you into him; settling the two of you so your head was resting on his chest, your legs tangled together. “i am never going to find someone better than you y/n. i don’t want to find someone else when you’re right here. you’re perfect for me.”

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Hey there! Love your blog! <3 <3 can I request separate headcanons for rengoku, giyu and enmu reacting to their female!s/o ''borrowing'' their clothes while theyre gone? They come home from their mission and see her wearing their clothes. Thank you! <3

Enmu

Your sleep schedules don't entirely mix, so usually you take a bath before bed, and he takes one with you as he wakes up

You'll ball up in the warm onsen water and just enjoy the stars above while Enmu washes the sleep from his face

Typically you stay up quite a bit late to enjoy time with him, but after a tough day, you nearly fell asleep in the water

So Enmu encouraged you to sleep early and let him clean up

In a sleep-deprived state, you just tossed the first thing you picked up on and tumbled into bed, fast asleep

He followed suit half an hour later, wondering where his pants went

Seeing you cuddled into a pillow with nothing but his striped pants on was adorable

For one, you had nothing else on, and he was obviously lured in by that fact

But on you, they looked like pyjamas, clearly too long for you and all bunched up

You have given him a viable excuse to get in bed with you without anything on, and he takes it

Besides, he can sleep as long as he wants to

Giyuu

It was pretty cold where you both lived, there was always a chill in the air and frost on the ground

So you were naturally attracted to anything warm

Usually Giyuu, or a pile of blankets, maybe the occasional fireplace

Giyuu always found it funny seeing you in a mountain of cloth just to keep warm; he never had that issue

He would constantly poke and prod at you, asking when you'll suck it up and go out with him instead of hiding in the warmth

Once, he was out to get some food for the both of you and miserably trying to sit in with the locals

So he left his uniform back at home, asking you to wash it since you were doing your own laundry

When he came back, he just saw you cuddled into his haori like a caterpillar's cacoon

" That doesn't look like it does much. "

" It was drying by the fire, okay! "

Kyojuro

It's not every mission that he brings his cape with him because he knows very well that some people don't consider it proper

It often tears and gets into the heat of battle, so sometimes he leaves it behind with you

While he was off on a mission, you decided it would be a good idea to mend the holes and fix up the fabric

He left it behind anyways, and you were sure he'd appreciate it!

Redo loose seams, patch holes, fixed stretched fabric and, of course, cleaned it

He always mentioned how it would fall off, so this time you opted to add two clips to the side of the neck space so it could clip to his uniform

Of course, you had to make sure it worked, so you tossed on one of his older and smaller-sized uniform tops along with the cape

It worked perfectly, of course, and when you spun, it stayed perfectly attached!

" Well done! "

You nearly fell over when he jumped in so suddenly, standing behind you with his arms crossed

He was very clearly blushing, seeing how small you looked in his cape and uniform

But he was very impressed with your handiwork too! And pampered you for being so considerate <3

Authors Note - Thank you so much for requesting!! I am happy to hear you like what I do on my bog <3 Thank you also for requesting Giyuu! I dont believe I have ever gotten to him before. Remember to take care of yourself <3