#yawning and getting droopy eyed

[notsodailycake]

Guuuh I've been so tired for absolutely no reason. Evern with a good night's sleep, not staying up late, anything I tried this past week, I've just been getting more tired each time

I wanna sleep everytime, the whole day I just think about sleeping, and when I go to bed? I ACTUALLY SLEEP! That doesn't usually happen, I stay up late even when I'm tired!

But apparently, I'm tired enough that I actually sleep, but not enough where I don’t feel tired during the day

[moonstruckme]

Hi! First wanna say I love your writing of the marauders!! It’s amazing and really fills the need I have for their content so thank you! I was hoping to request something kinda similar to the aftercare poly!marauders washing up fic you just did but with a reader who can be exhausted but the minute they shower and get ready for bed they get a sudden burst of involuntary energy and can’t sleep anymore and they get cranky that they were sorta woken up and blame the boys for making her wash up and she’s just very bratty and upset and end it with fluff please?

I'm happy you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting <3

cw: very (very) brief implied smut

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You lie on your back, the trembling starting to die down and one hand still tangled loosely in Sirius’ hair. You close your eyes, trying to even out your breathing. Remus strokes the outside of your thigh, giving you the time you need to come down. But just as the sweat starts to cool on your body, just as your breathing relaxes into a more familiar rhythm and your mind starts to slip away, he says, “Alright, lovely girl. Let’s get up.” 

You sigh, but allow yourself to be hauled upright, mumbling a thanks into James’ shoulder as he piggybacks you into the bathroom. You barely have to stand upright by yourself as you let your boyfriends wash you off, taking turns supporting you and dipping under the showerhead themselves. Sirius teases you for being such a princess when you’re sleepy, and James says that he actually thinks you’d make a fantastic princess, thank Sirius very much, and Remus chuckles at the both of them, and it’s all so familiar it only lulls you further into your tranquil state. 

Before long, you’re wrapped in a warm towel and James is helping you into your favorite fuzzy pajamas, dropping a kiss on the top of your head when he’s finished. You start to crawl up the bed, loose-limbed and eager to slip between the warm sheets, but Remus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, wait a minute.” He ducks his head, moving your curtain of wet hair aside so you’re forced to give him your attention. “Did you go to the bathroom?”

You whine, and the concern in his eyes morphs into knowing. “Not negotiable, dove. UTIs are not fun.” 

You flop petulantly onto the bed, face down. “Like you would know,” you grumble into the soft sheets. 

James chuckles, but grabs you around the ankles and tugs until your legs are hanging off the mattress. You clutch loose fistfulls of covers. 

“It’ll be okay jus’ this once,” you yawn. At the moment, a good night’s rest seems worth whatever mild inconvenience a UTI might cause. You’re so cozy, and sleep is right there, already coming to reclaim you despite your uncomfortable position at the end of the bed. 

“C’mon, just go so you can get in here with us, yeah?” Sirius says, prodding you with his foot from underneath the sheets. “Won’t take a couple minutes.” 

You groan but slide off the bed, walking zombie-like into the bathroom. The lighting seems harsher now that it’s not clouded by steam. You miss the warmth of the shower, the support of your boyfriends’ arms. The tile is cold under your feet and someone’s left the fan on, its whirring noisy and incessant. Everything seems more and worse than it was a few minutes before. 

By the time you’re done, you’ve woken up entirely against your will. The drowsiness from just a minute before feels like a distant, hazy memory. You tromp back into the bedroom, peering through the darkness at your droopy-eyed boyfriends. Envy curls in your stomach like a snake poised to strike. Your eyes, your muscles, your very bones are exhausted, yet you don’t think you could drift off even if someone poured a sleeping draught down your throat. Sirius cracks an eyelid to find you standing over the bed and lazily pulls back the covers, opening his arms for you. You feel like stomping your foot. 

“I’m not tired anymore,” you complain. Sirius blinks both eyes open, and Remus and James stir. “You guys made me get up, and now I won’t be able to sleep.” 

“Don’t be silly, dove.” Remus murmurs, not even opening his eyes. “Get in bed, you’ll fall asleep soon.” 

“I can’t,” you say, too frustrated to be embarrassed at the whiny pitch of your voice. 

“Whas’ going on?” James is beginning to rouse, and Remus gives you a cross look. Yeah, you think, that makes two of us. They’d all forced you to get up, and frankly, you’re not feeling too guilty about letting them have a taste of their own medicine.

“She says she can’t sleep,” Sirius replies, pushing up onto his elbow. 

James rolls over so he’s facing you, his eyes foggy and half-lidded. “D’you think you just need to warm up, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, but Sirius joins him. “Yeah, c’mere, baby. Let us fix you up.” 

And, well. You’re supposed to be mad, but it’s hard to resist an offer like that. 

Your huff is mostly performative as you crawl into the bed and Sirius’ waiting arms, letting him maneuver you over him so that you’re lying between him and Remus. It is considerably warmer underneath the covers, and you shuffle closer to Sirius. For body heat, of course. 

“Fuck, you are cold,” he mutters as your feet brush his calves, but he doesn’t pull away, rubbing warmth into your arms. 

“This isn’t going to work,” you say as one of his hands moves to your back, tracing smooth circles with his palm. “I still don’t feel tired.” 

“Try,” Remus says, managing to sound stern even on the brink of sleep. “Just close your eyes and give it a little while.”

You roll your eyes, tucking your head under Sirius’ chin. 

“I said close your eyes, dove.” 

You don’t know how Remus knows, but this time you comply. Quiet settles like a blanket over the four of you, the only sound the rhythmic swishing of fabric as Sirius’ hand moves over your back. He smells like his conditioner. You read the label once. It’s called Lilac Breeze, but its aroma is more complex than that, you think. It’s clove, and it’s midnight, and it’s Sirius, something fundamental to him that makes your breaths deepen and your mind settle. Remus nestles closer behind you, his cinnamony scent wafting over you and intertwining with Sirius’ until you’re doped up on loveliness. Every inch of you has warmed now, and your head sinks further into the pillow. Tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding in your hips and shoulders dissipates. Everything is warm and dark and soft. 

You realize you’re yawning too late to stifle the sound, and James chuckles. “Not tired, huh?”

“Shuddup,” you murmur. Sirius’ breath fans hot over your forehead as he laughs silently, his hand never faltering on your back. You think you feel a kiss against the back of your head, and that’s the last thing you know before you fade into unconsciousness.

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Baby I'm Yours ♡

( RE2r!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || baking cookies but not getting much done because ur bf is very very sleepy || this rookie is trying his best ♡ re2r fluff for anon ♡ )

“Leon,” you chuckle, smiling as your eyes peer down at the bowl of batter he was supposed to be mixing. “You're mixing the air, not the bowl.” You point out, gesturing down to the bowl. He was still mixing the air, spoon not near the batter. Not by a long shot. Leon seemed out of it, head in the clouds all droopy eyed. Just what was he thinking about?

“Hey! Hey! Leon, I'm talking to you!” You say, waving your hand in his face. You knew working at the RPD was stressful, endless amounts of paperwork, and all that, but was it really that stressful enough to make Leon sleep while standing up? In the kitchen? Of all places?

Leon blinks, realizing your hand is in his face. “Oh shit, sorry.” He quickly apologizes, yawning softly. “The senior officers are just…too much for me.” He says, his focus on mixing the batter in the bowl in front of him. He sounded tired and looked tired, too, if it wasn't evident by the sleepy look in his eyes. “They're just peachy, aren't they? Been in the force too long?” You joke, trying to lift the mood.

“Don't worry your head, Scotty, they're just old geezers too long in office - probably rode dinosaurs or something to school.” You add as you shrug. Leon snickers, almost dropping the spoon he was holding in his hand.

“If Chief Irons heard ya you'd be dead meat, one of those stuffed animals he has in his room - it isn't the stuffed animal you're thinking of, by the way.” Your grimace at what Leon was implying, whatever it was, it didn't sound too pretty. “Oh god, do you mean..?” You trail off, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. Leon seems to brighten up, amused by your reaction. “Not the cute kind, definitely.” He chuckles, placing the mixing bowl to the side.

“The type you'd find in a museum. I don't know why he likes those things so much. He sure is peachy.” Just like you said, Leon agreed wholeheartedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a habit of soaking in whatever vocabulary you threw at him. Leon was regurgitating whatever you said in a sweetly, somewhat mimicking way. Like the way he quoted movies. Lucky you, even if you didn't notice it at all. Leon remembered the little things, or, at least, he tried.

“I finished mixing the batter…” He trails off, staring blankly at the bowl of dough like he was trying to see his own reflection in it. His blues gazed into the wheaty dough like he was trying to peer into a mirror. He, of course, couldn't. “What are we making again?” He asks as he peers into the bowl. He tilts his head. Maybe if he looked at it sideways, it'd make sense?

“Raspberry danishes, your favorite, remember?” You reply, taking the bowl from him. “Just sit pretty on the couch, okay bubba? You deserve a break.” You say, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you, eagerly nodding his head. Leon kind of wished he had a mirror now. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your lips pulled away from his cheek. Bubba? That was new.

He glanced at the living room, then back at your face. You looked as though nothing had happened. As if you didn't just kiss him on the cheek.

Leon turns around, padding to the living room without saying a word. Besides a small mumbling ‘thank you’. He wasn't a monster, after all. He had manners.

He traces over where you kissed him, still the green behind-the-ears rookie he was back at the station. Even when it came to love. Especially when it came to loving you. You seemed to remember the little things, too.

[abbylvrsx]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU | abby anderson x fem! reader !

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notes : this is a part2 for sweet treats!! dedicated specially to @luciaiellieswife for requesting another part :)) hope you enjoy this!! made this with lots of love <33

also, you don’t have to read pt1 to undertsand pt2!!

recommendation! : i’ve been listening a lot to the beatles lately, and i rlly recommend the song “something” for this specific fic!!

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after a night of chasing each other around, getting messy and even ending up burning the cake, you found yourselves cuddling in the couch, only the faint sound of the tv could be heard in the background.

you shifted your body upwards, laying your head on top of abby's chest, in attempt of getting closer to her. abby had her arms draped over your figure as she caressed your waist, her fingers moving in a circular motion underneath the hem of your top.

you could feel your tired eyes itching to shut after hauling around the exhaustion of a crazy day, yawning as you felt abby shift her gaze from the tv to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"you sleepy, baby?" she takes a strand of hair out of your face, her eyes lingering on yours. "i can take you to bed if ya want?" she says, her full attention directed towards you as you turn your body around, arms wrapping around her neck while you hum softly.

"mhm, i'm getting pretty sleepy already" your voice barely audible, making abby let out a small chuckle, taking in how adorable you looked all droopy eyed, the television light enhancing your features.

"okay angel, c'mere" abby said as she made her way out of the sofa, lending you a hand so you could sit up. she turned the tv off and turned back at you, chuckling as she saw you with your arms raised up, waiting to be carried. she wrapped her arms around your legs, while yours tangled on her neck, placing your head on the crook of her neck while abby adjusted herself, carrying you in bridal style all the way to your shared bedroom.

she softly placed your body on the mattress as you rolled over, placing your head on the headrest, waiting for abby to finish changing. she swiftly took off her grey hoodie, the small action exposing her lower back as her toned arms were in full display. you couldn't help but gawk at how good she looked.

taking in each move, your eyes still remained fixated on her figure while she took off her pants, leaving her in a tank top and some boxers. she slowly turned around, not long until she catches you staring at her, she sends you a sly smirk.

"liking what you see princess?" you just nod your head, too sleepy to even respond with a coherent sentence. abby took note of this as she approached you, sitting herself down next to you. "up" she said, signaling for you to raise your arms up as her fingers grazed over the end of your shirt, lifting it over your head as she helped you change into your pajamas.

her hands made their way to your bra, unclasping the material while she helped you take it off. her hands moved around your body so delicately, peppering soft kisses on your shoulders and whispering sweet nothings to you while you just hummed contently.

right after finishing with you, abby made her way to the bathroom. all you could hear was the faint sound of the faucet being turned on, accompanied by some rustling. abby came back with a damp towel on her hands, as she kneeled in front of you.

"c'mere baby, lemme clean you up" she placed her hand on the bottom of your chin, tilting your head upwards as she placed the warm towel on your face, cleaning up the leftover makeup that still remained as you let your eyelids flutter shut, sinking in the warm feeling.

"mhm.. all done" she says proudly as she presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, taking a hold of your hand as she guides you to the bathroom. you lean your body against the sink, grabbing your toothbrush and gently brushing it against your teeth as you leisurely combed your hair.

after finishing your nightly routine, you and abby make your way back to your shared bed, getting comfy under the covers as you move your body closer to her, being engulfed by none other than her strong arms, getting a hold of your waist and pulling you closer to her.

abby's tender kisses danced delicately along your jawline and all the way up to your ear, eliciting a soft giggle from you due to the ticklish sensation. your hands instinctively found her neck, drawing her nearer until your foreheads met in an intimate embrace, exchanging shy smiles like secrets shared in moonlit whispers.

"i love you" you whisper, those three words you yearned so much to tell her ever so often, rolling off your tongue so sweetly. you press your lips to her cheek, while your fingers drew tiny shapes on the nape of her neck, tangling along with her blonde locks.

abby averted her gaze from your lips to your eyes, sending you a soft expression as you continued to confess your love for her.

"thank you for always taking such good care of me." you smile, and abby couldn't help but feel her lips reciprocate, tugging upwards into a wide smile. she leaned even closer (if that were even possible) and rested her nose against yours, her eyelids fluttering open to look at you.

"i love you too baby." she whispered back, not loosing a single moment of eye contact with you. " .. and i'll always make sure you remember that." you could feel her determination marked on her words, everything she said always felt so heartfelt, intimate and full of meaning.

you could not express how lucky you were to have her. something about her tender care left you breathless, making you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach that were unable to get rid no matter how hard you tried. i guess that's just how it felt to be so deeply in love. the same feeling like a teenage boy falling in love for the first time, enveloped in the euphoria of being utterly and irrevocably enamored.

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hi hi!! it’s been a while since i’ve been active on here 😭 school has me all over the place that i’ve barely had time for anything honestly. but i’ve finally finished my finals!! so i’ll be writing wayy more often now hehe 💗 more stuff coming soon, so stay tuned!! 🫶

[apopcornkernel]

jingfu au where jing yuan gets "possessed" by a heliobi and fu xuan is the only one who realizes 🤭...

to the ordinary eye, jing yuan's completely normal—droopy-eyed and yawning, head pillowed on the papers he should be working on... but then fu xuan comes in to report a troubling new divination, and he...... calls her by name?

it takes fu xuan so aback that it's a miracle her shock doesn't show on her face. it's been literal years since she's heard her name from his lips. ever since she'd been appointed master diviner and one of the six charioteers, it had always been fu'qing, or master diviner. and suddenly he is calling her by name? when she scolds him for dozing off, trying not to seem shaken, he doesn't even laugh, and only waves her off? what's going on?

And Fu Xuan realizes: there are no finches roosting on his shoulders.

“You,” she says, quiet and dangerous, “are not Jing Yuan. Where is the general? What have you done with him?”

A pause. And then some change ripples over Jing Yuan’s face.

“Quick, aren’t you?” His lips stretch into a mimicry of Jing Yuan’s sunlight smile. “But you’re asking all the wrong questions, Master Diviner. Jing Yuan is, as you can see, right here.”

“Another question for you, then,” Fu Xuan hisses. “How do I kill you?”

Jing Yuan’s laugh is loud, and so, so wrong. “Try again, Fu Xuan,” the impostor whispers back.

Far behind them, Qingzu’s curiosity is a physical thing. But Fu Xuan cannot show that anything is amiss. A catastrophe of this scale would throw the entire Luofu into chaos—no, this is best dealt with quickly. And quietly.

“This isn’t finished,” she says, dark promise in her tone. “Though you may not give him up, I yet have my ways.”

Jing Yuan leans back, regards her with an easy smile that’s too sharp for her liking. “And I do so look forward to what you’ll do, Fu Xuan. Now will you leave, or must I have you escorted out?”

Fu Xuan glowers. “I will leave this place of my own volition, thank you very much.”

Jing Yuan’s smile widens. “Ah, lovely. I see now why he likes you so much.”

Fu Xuan, who’d turned to leave, whirls around so abruptly her robes snap. “Do not,” she snarls. “You have no right—”

“Fu Xuan. You forget yourself.” Jing Yuan tilts his head beyond them, where Qingzu and her secretaries are bent over desks, and the Cloud Knights stand sentry.

Her eyes flare wide in fury. “You have no right,” she repeats, lowered but no less livid. “You have no right to speak for him as if you know his mind—no right to sit in that chair, no right to even stand in this place! Mark me, creature—I will see you suffer for this.”

But Jing Yuan only laughs again. “Good luck with that, dearest,” he says, in that inflection so foreign and alien to her ears. “I await your revenge with much eagerness.”

Fu Xuan clenches her fist in wordless anger and stalks out before she can choke the life from him.

[slowdarkwhimpers]

hate to be lame - colby brock

a/n: hello! this is my first blurb under this account and fandom, but i have/do write under a different one too! let me know if you like this and if you want more! <3

summary: after a nice evening of dinner and a movie, colby drives y/n home. before leaving, she says ‘i love you’ and they both let it sink in..

warnings: fluff, saying i love you for the first time, kissing, cheeks sore from grinning, you get the gist.

“My stomach’s beyond full, that movie was wonderful, and I’m on the verge of sugar coma, Colby.” You gasp out, throwing away both his and your trash as you exit the movie theater. He grabs your hand and laughs.

“Me too,” He swings your connected hands and watches your droopy eyes hardly open and close, yearning for rest. “C’mon, I’ll take you home, sleepy.” He pulls you close and leaves a kiss atop your head, his embrace warm and very welcomed.

Somehow, you both clamber back to the car without toppling over. He opens your door and you fall in, sighing with comfort if a warm place to sleep. Colby’s already in and reversing before you can even click your seatbelt in.

“Tired, baby?” You lean your head to the side, following his words with a nod. Your cheeks warm when he moves the hair from your face and soothingly caresses your cheek with his thumb. He chuckles as your eyes flutter shut, peppering the same cheek with kisses after pulling aside in front of your apartment.

“Already?” You groan, melting as he lands one last kiss to your forehead.

“You’re in need of a nap, Y/N. And I wouldn’t want to deny you if such a thing.”

“I guess you’re right.” You yawn, grabbing your things and unbuckling.

“Call me after some beauty sleep, baby.” He smiles, watching you open the door and step out.

“I will,” You wink, blowing a kiss with a short and drowsy laugh. “Love you.” You lackadaisically smile and shut the door, walking a couple steps before halting, slowly turning and staring at Colby, wide-eyed and embarrassed. Horror shoots across your face as you realize what you’ve said, and he just had one of those grins on his face, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Uhmm—” You lack for words before spinning back around and hurrying inside your apartment before he could say anything. You lay against your door, holding your head in your hands, cursing yourself for the embarrassment.

You're still leaning against the door, feeling mortified and wondering how you could have been so careless with your words before hearing a familiar knock.

“Go away, Colby.” Your voice sounds small and full of humiliation.

“But you didn’t even give me a chance to say it back!” He huffs from the other side, his voice opposite to yours.

You unlock the door and open it partially, enough to see him leaning against the frame, more confident than ever.

“Cause I thought you’d laugh at me.” You drone, crossing your arms.

“I did, but only because you ran away so horrified.” He snickers, pushing the door wider and letting himself in. You crumble under his glare and height as he stands over you, taking your chin in his hand.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You whimper as he smirks down at you, his fingers brushing your hair to the side again.

“I love you too.” He beams, taking your lips and your heart with just the phrase.

[coconigiri]

renkai 𓂃 kai ෆ blade

a friday in late october, and the sky shines a midnight onyx. the windows are flung wide open in the penthouse suite of the hotel, and the sounds from cobblestone streets below drift into the room: people laughing, glasses clinking, a soft city breeze.

KAI [freshly in her twenties, lamb-hearted, starry-eyed] sits on the sill, in between spread legs— BLADE [well-regarded, more musician and less rockstar these days, jewel-eyed], and the acoustic guitar he holds around her frame. out of the plethora he has, it's his favourite guitar. purchased from a garage sale some many moons ago, with both his and his lover's initials (a B and a K) carved into the body by their own hands, so... why would it be anything but his favourite? he hugs it closer to him in preparation to play kai the song he wrote for her birthday, tugging her flush to his chest in tandem, and she smiles to herself at the shift. so shy— even after all this time with him.

BLADE: [following a false start] ooh. baby, don't be like this to me.

kai bursts into a lovely little peal of giggles, which then breaks off into a tiny yawn, and blade finds himself growing evermore endeared to her— in the same way humans are to baby animals.

BLADE: [cooing and coddling, gently pinching the apple swell of her cheek] perhaps the song can wait until the morning.

KAI: [adament and pouting, tugging at the collar of his shirt] no, i want to hear it now. pretty please.

she glances up at him with an adorably sleepy gaze— for a day full of love and excitement with the person she holds closest to her heart tends to do that to oneself. the stars twinkle in her droopy eyes and the moon in her smile, and blade thinks he must surely be caught in a dream.

BLADE: [kissing her temple and softly strumming his guitar] what the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets...

and so, blade sings for her the sweetest lullaby. quietly, from not only his lungs but also his heart, with a voice so tender that if kai were any more awake, he's certain she may weep to receive such affection openly. he chuckles to himself at the thought, coming to a rest when he notices her adrift in her slumber on his chest.

he puts his guitar to the side and takes her body within his arms in a proper hug, careful not to wake her with his movements. he holds her like she is a precious thing, like her sinew is of cotton and her bones are of glass— because it is in such moments of tranquility and quietude that blade remembers best how, despite the front she puts up, she could shatter at any second.

BLADE: [linking pinkies with her, as if in a silent promise] if only you knew... just how loveable you are.

— for my renkai, my angelhearted @tuskpir , a happy belated birthday <3

[tiniedemon]

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superposition

part two

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cw — implied postpartum depression

the ride home from the hospital was smooth, kyle anxiously gripping the wheel as you gripped the door tightly. he was continuously shooting glances in the rear view mirror while you repeatedly swiveled your head to look into the back seat.

“this is so nerve wracking,” kyle breathed as he carefully angled the car into a turning lane. you laughed humorlessly with a vigorous nod, wide eyes shooting to look at kyle’s red and sweaty face.

“i’m just thankful the baby hasn’t woken up,” you whispered in return, eyeing your newborn’s car seat. the car pulled into the driveway and you could finally breathe freely, hastily pulling yourself out of the car. the action hurt between your legs, but the adrenaline of your mother’s instincts was enough to keep you going. you gripped the handle of the car seat and carefully pulled it from the car, gazing down at the red haired baby buckled into it. he was already looking at you, eyes droopy and lips covered in slobber.

“he’s awake,” you called softly to kyle as he grabbed the backpack you’d taken to the hospital from the trunk. he sighed as he eyed the small sedan making its way towards your house, his mother’s face visible through the windshield. she parked along the curb and emerged from the car almost immediately after turning it off. sheila had been an absolute angel throughout your entire pregnancy, being the only person aside from kyle that you allowed in the delivery room.

“how’s my grandbaby?” she inquired as she cooed at the baby. kyle rolled his eyes, bags hanging beneath him from lack of sleep.

“you just saw him at the hospital, ma. he’s still fine,” he grumbled. you couldn’t help the exhausted chuckle that fell from your lips at sheila’s annoyed face.

“take your cranky ass to bed,” sheila snapped back, a scowl on her freckled face. as if on cue, you shared a yawn with your husband, exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“if anyone needs sleep, it’s y/n,” he murmured, eyes concerned as he looked at the dark circles beneath your eyes and the paleness of your skin. you gave a small smile and waved him off, starting your journey to the front door. kyle and sheila followed behind you, kyle jogging to open the door before you could get to it. you thanked him softly and patted his chest as you passed, carefully angling the car seat in your arms through the door space.

“i think it’s a good idea to go to bed,” you grumbled as you set the carrier on the couch. sheila sat beside it and helped you pull your baby out, immediately taking him in her arms. kyle tossed an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, guiding you towards your shared bedroom. you didn’t fight, already feeling the droop of your eyelids and the urge to cry from how exhausted you were.

“baby, it’s time for you to sleep,” he whispered as the two of you slipped into bed. you nodded, lips wobbling and tears falling. you were just so tired from the stress of having a newborn, fighting the urge to punch kyle in the face from how irritated you were.

“i’m so sorry,” you sobbed out, and kyle simply embraced you as you cried. you couldn’t help the urge to either hurt him or yourself, your mind drained and warped from days without sleep.

“it’s alright, love. you’re alright,” he soothed. “it’s normal to not feel okay after childbirth. your hormones are just out of balance. it has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

“i know, ky. i just want to hurt you and i feel so shitty for it,” you whispered through silent sobs. kyle shushed you, his hands rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. despite the unwarranted anger you were boiling with, you found it in yourself to be thankful. kyle truly had been a saint through the entire process, letting you take all of your anger out on him through your entire labor and during the aftermath.

“it’s alright, my love. it’s not your fault. i’m always going to be here regardless,” he whispered into your ear, peppering your cheekbone with soft kisses. you sniffled as your tears finally came to a halt, clutching onto his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white.

kyle held you through the long rant you whispered to him and through your sleep, his arms still wrapped around you once you’d woken up the next morning. you felt warm, despite the baby screaming downstairs and sheila’s soft lullabies carrying up the stairs, because at least you had your husband.

“i love you,” he murmured, his eyes gentle in the light of the early morning. you smiled softly at him and held his face in your hands, gazing into the ocean of green that regarded you so kindly. despite your hysterics and your cruelty, kyle stood by your side, and that alone was enough to get you through the rest of your day.

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[butmakeitgayblog]

I know you wrote the snippet for AWTR first time but what was the morning after like?

Serene would be the word Clarke would use to describe it. All soft kisses and quiet hums of content. Neither really talking in more than pillow-muffled whispers.

Clarke finds out that Lexa's a tummy sleeper and something about learning that secret is just... It just feels like something precious to know. And it's all good and well because laid like that, she's like an open canvas for Clarke. The full expanse of her back on display, looking deliciously bronze-kissed in the early sun.

When she drifts off sometime between the first songbird calls of dawn and when the sun rises over the trees, Clarke lets her sleep. Spending the hour or so Lexa lays snoozing in tiny huffs and barely-there snores just watching her. Soaking in the moment. Nestling close enough to feel her every breath, a leg thrown over Lexa's thighs as her hand traces circuits from her shoulders to her bottom, drawing landscapes and mountain ranges and whole universes worth of stars with her palms and fingertips. All intertwining and stretching from the high cliffs of her shoulder blades to the twin dimpled valley of her ass.

When Lexa finally stirs and hums in a happy little groan, well that's all the invitation Clarke needs to inspect her work.

She slips further on top of her. Blankets Lexa with her whole body and breathes in the sweat and soap of her hair. Rides the waves each bouncing laugh when Lexa tells her she's heavy... but shakes her head no when Clarke asks of she wants her to get off... She traces each invisible line of her drawings with her lips and tongue, and wonders if her love is enough to make them as permanent as her love is for this girl.

Clarke's hands follow her lips, caressing along Lexa's ribs, hips, and thighs, and before she totally realizes it they're somehow making love again. It's more heated than last night with Lexa apparently having found a second wind in her nap, and Clarke comes twice on her fingers and tongue before she's even managed to have breakfast.

She returns the favor in kind, licking remnants of sticky sweet syrup from Lexa's breasts and belly before declaring they both need to shower.

After making Lexa come yet again on the bathroom counter.

It's hard to focus on the whole mantra of 'wash, rinse, repeat' when all her brain keeps sputtering out are the images of watching herself fuck Lexa in the bathroom's giant mirror as Lexa's head tips back in ecstasy.

Dressing is a messy affair. All ridiculous kisses and handsy half-hearted attempts at actually putting on clothes, and when it's all said and done and they're standing at the front desk, Clarke's credit card has taken a 'Late Check-out' blow.

Lexa drives them back because, well, she's the only who's even sort of slept. Which is fair, considering Clarke seriously cannot stop yawning. But any thoughts of a cat nap fly right out of the window when she takes in just how good Lexa looks handling her car.

She's just so goddamn cute.

And adorable.

And the most bizarre kind of sexy in her hideous sweater from the night before. Looking downright erotic every time she checks and then double checks all of her blind spots and religiously uses two fingers to flip her signal. They ride back in pleasant silence. Just the wind and the occasional secret smile passing between them as Lexa grips the wheel with one hand, the other rubbing soothingly at Clarke's thigh.

Clarke just leans against her headrest and feels utterly at peace in her droopy-eyed stupor, watching her girlfriend drive her shitty Honda back home.

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A Sweet Surprise

An Alphonse x Reader (FBAB)

Art by Jackie Elenor Character by YuuriVoice

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!!!Content warning: Menstrual cycles!!!

Author's note: I'm not feeling good so this is how I deal with being stabbed lol (yes,, I'm okay/gen)

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Alphonse looked out into the world around him.

There was an old coulpe on their porch, drinking their morning tea. The old man waved at the young man, and bellowed a "G'morning!". They were pretty much one of the few people who didn't hate Al for the way he presented himself.

A stray black cat swayed across his path, tail perked up and ears alert. The pastel colored man knelt down and clicked his tongue, calling the stray to come to him. "C'mere, You lil shit." He never gave the cat a name. He didn't see any reason to. The cat is old and probably wouldn't respond anyways.

The cat purred as his hand groomed it's fur, warm considering the chilly, fall weather.

"You've been doing good? Not in any trouble," He asked the feline like it were a neighbor.

It meowed and purred more, and he just smiled. "Good. Now get outta here. Go catch a rat or somethin'," he said as he patted it's head, and shooed it away.

Al looked up to see a familiar house a few doors down. Your house. He thought to himself. "Huh.. Boo's been radio silent for a few days.."

Now that wasn't not normal. You forget to get back to him sometimes, and that'd be okay. What concerned Al was you not being active on any social media. Discord, insta, nothing.

"Eh, popping in wouldn't hurt."

Al walked up the stairs, and he saw your mail from yesterday still on your doorstep. "Huh.. weird.." He picked up the envelopes and rang the doorbell.

"Boooooooo! Mail delivery from a very handsome mailmannnn," Alphonse playfully announced.

He heard footsteps, and finally, after a few moments, the door opened.

"Heyyy, Sugarplum!! Ya neglectin ya mail now or what?"

"Hey, babe.." you yawned. You looked pale and tired.

Al walked in and looked at you, confused. "You feeling alright, Sweetie? You don't look well." He placed his hand on your forehead and cheek, seeing if you were raising a fever.

"Yeah.. I uh.. started my period last night. I've been sleeping on the couch since then. Sorry," you explained to your tall, pink haired boyfriend.

You and Al have been together for awhile now. He knows how bad your period can get. Hell, he's had dates before you. He knows having a uterus can suck, especially if it basically self destructs ever month.

Al shut the door, shed his baby blue jacket and hung it on the coat hanger. "Awh, I'm sorry, Boo. Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know I love couch snuggles," Al questioned, now holding your face with both of his hands.

You looked up at him, your eyes droopy from your recently interrupted nap. "Again. Been sleeping all day."

"Ah. Well, I'm here now, and Doctah Alphonse is in."

"Al, I'm shedding the lining of my uterus. Not coming down with a cold," You teased. "All I need is rest and more snacks."

The blue eyed himbo lit up. "I could get you snacks!! And we could get out the air mattress and sleep there in the living room! Oh oh oh! And we can watch all our favs on Netflix!"

"We can, but I'm not gonna promise I'm gonna stay up the whole time."

"That ain't a problem, Boo. You just sit back, relax and letcha boy take care of you." Al kissed your cheek and hugged you gently. "You make a list of things you need, text it to me and I'll get them for you, alright? I won't be long, okay?"

You nodded, nuzzled in your boyfriend's arms. "Can we stay like this for a few more minutes?" Al chuckled, kissing your head. "Yes, we can."

You both sway gently in the hallway in blissful silence for a few minutes, before Al left to go to the store to get you supplies.

The night followed with cuddles, snacks, binge watching movies and shows, and peaceful naps.

But before you could slip to sleep more, you felt your boyfriend kiss your forehead and rub your hair, whispering,

"Sleep tight, Baby. Let's hope you'll feel better in the morning."

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The End

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art by @justanotherghostpassingby

Young!Rise Donnie & Leo

author’s note: just a short drabble that I expanded on from this lovely artwork. younger version of the turtles! pov is third person, jumps from Donnie to Leo. unedited, hope you enjoy :)

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Master Splinter had just blown out the last candle that kept the turtles room lit. Everyone in their own separate beds, tossing and turning, eventually falling to sleep. It had been a long day of training with few breaks. A day that thoroughly knocked out all the brothers into a dreamless sleep. All except for Donnie. Those few breaks were the last he needed to finish what he was sure would blow he brother’s minds away. He had been coming up with ideas nonstop.

But this, this would take their training to a new level, Donnie was 67% sure of it at least. He was wide awake, and it felt like he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he finally showed at least one of his brothers. He sat up in bed, pushing his headphones off his ears. Mikey would definitely be harder to wake up. Raph might knock him out on his shell if he picked him. So that left Donnie with one choice, he stealthily got out of bed. Leo’s bed was just across from his, it only took a raised whisper or two to finally get Leo up.

Leonardo didn’t know what exactly he was looking at right now. He did know that it was 4 in morning though. His eye lids were droopy. They closed and open so slowly he might as well be sleeping on his feet.

“Leo c’mon this is important” Donnie’s voice had Leonardo’s eyes snapping open right before he felt his brother start shaking him awake again. This might’ve been the second time Leo had fallen asleep to Donnie’s speech about his latest and greatest invention.

��4 in the morning important?” Leo asked as he yawned and raised his arms out to stretch. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

“Yes!” Don emphasized with a desperate tone. Leo sighed and nodded, “Alright alright I’m up, tell me again” Leo crossed his arms and gave his brother his full attention. Leo had been following Donnie out of their bedroom towards the “tech lair” as Donnie liked to refer to his nerdy hideout.

Donnie shook his head exasperated that he had to repeat himself for the third time now, he pushed his glasses back up towards his face. “It’ll be better to just show you anyway,” so he turned to his right, grabbed the cloth that was covering something really tall. Leo’s neck craned up as the cloth fell to floor as Don announced, “Behold, the ninja-trainer-3000!!” The machine started to spin in place, sharp knives, twisty knobs and more dangerous things seemed to be moving in circles around the tall pole that held everything together.

Leo blinked a couple of times. “Train with this death trap??” He started to circle his brother’s thingy carefully. As he made a complete round he had counted practically every sharp thing they owned on this- whatever you call it!

“It’s not a death trap. It’s a training device.” Donnie re-explained. “To help us become ninjas faster! You know so we can finally go up to the surface??”

Ever since they had turned 10 all four of them started to edge closer and closer to the outer edges of the sewer. Splinter warned of the consequences, that they were still kids and weren’t ready. Well they all wanted to prove Splinter wrong, and the only way to do that was to become better ninjas. But most of all they yearned to see what was just above them, tired of seeing it through sewer bars and tv screens.

Leo still eyed the tech cautiously. He too wanted to go up to the surface. But still… “and you’re sure this is safe?” The last thing they needed was showing Splinter they couldn’t even handle one of Donnie’s machineries. “Absolutely! Don’t worry Leo” Donnie started rambling on about safety features and percentages.

Leo zoned out of most of it but couldn’t help his smile. Donnie sure was smart, interrupting his monologue Leo swung an arm over Donnie’s neck, dragging him out of the tech room. “Sounds good then Don,” to which Donnie smiled, “oh that’s not even half of what we could-“

“Yeah yeah, I get it you’re a genius. Back to bed!” Leo dragged his brother along, Donnie kept babbling but didn’t struggle. He felt like now that he had shown someone he might get a few hours of sleep. He was kind of tired. He was just so pumped to test his invention! And he couldn’t wait to see Raph and Mikey’s reactions next! But his ultimate goal was hoping that this would take them a step closer to the streets of New York City!

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Can you do a scenario Obey Me were MC has a accidental nip slip that she doesnt notice, but the brothers do.

For the sake of an even playing field, all 7 boys will be reacting to the same scenario: coming to wake MC up in the morning for school only for their titty to be half out.

Lucifer

His knock was polite, but stern. Three short raps, followed by a long pause, before he let himself in. “[Y/N], I have to insist you get up now. You will be late for classes.”

You groan and cruel further into yourself under the covers. Trying to hold on to your sleep, but it was already slipping away through your fingers. With a huff you uncoil yourself and come out from under the covers. “Alright. I’m up.” You announce. Awake but still dreamy eyed as you rubbed the sleep from them.

When your eyes refocus, you see Lucifer staring at you. His face it’s normal placid expression, but definitely staring. “What’s wrong?” You ask. Was your hair some sort of crazy way?

The demon smirked and walked over to you. You blush as he came close to your bed and bent over, rebuttoning your pajama top that had come open in the middle of the night and left your left side exposed. How embarrassing?!

“Perhaps I should come wake you up more often.” He said with a sultry smirk. “Or at least not on a day when you have school. Now, I must insist you get ready. Our model exchange student can’t be late for their day.” He gave you a peck on the cheek and saw his way out. You have to wonder if he was really going to ‘wake you up’ on Saturday…..

Mammon

The loud sound of your door being flung open startled you from your sleep, and practically out of bed. “Hey, hey, hey! Time to get up sleepy head!”

“Mammon!” You growl from under the covers. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I came to wake you up. Lucifer told me to make sure you’re ready for school. Even Belphie beat you downstairs. Come on. Chop chop!”

You groan and fling your covers off. Sitting up to scratch your head. Hopefully your day was more peaceful after this.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! What the hell?!” You look over at the demon who had gone from horribly confident to horribly red & stammering in a matter of moments. “Do you always sleep like that?!”

You look down, trying to see what the big deal was, and realizing your chest was exposed. “N-No! It just came off in my sleep! Who are you to judge anyway?! You sleep naked!”

“Yeah! But not with anyone around!”

“You’re not supposed to be around!” You pick up a pillow and toss it at him, which he easily dodged, before shouting, “get out!” The demon did as he was told and scampered off, like a rabbit with his tail on fire.

He avoided you for the rest of the day. Making eye contact but fervently darting his gaze away. Mammon finally came up to you after dinner to apologize, and promised that if he had to wake you up again, he would knock first.

Levi

You were dreaming about pancakes when there was a knock at your door. Quiet, at first. Almost like someone’s knuckles barely touched the door. Then they knocked again, seeming to realize that the first few knocks were no good, knocking with confidence.

“[Y/N]-chan? Are you awake?” You open your eyes from your blanket nest to see Levi poking his head in. “It’s time for school.”

“Oh…yeah…” You yawn after that. Cutting off whatever else you were going to say after that. You shouldn’t have let Levi talk you into watching an anime marathon with him. You’d only gone to sleep a few hours ago. “What time is it?”

The demon looked down at his watch while you got out of bed, and when he looked up his face was completely red.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! Y-Your….! Ah! I’m so sorry!!”

You blink in a start as Levi slammed the door as he ran away. You wonder what happened, but then catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your top half exposed. You blush yourself at realizing why he had taken off, but get over the mortification quickly as you had to get ready for school.

Poor Levi couldn’t come near you for several days after that without turning beet red or becoming a stammering idiot. You have to assure him several times that it was really ok, and that your honor was intact, but he promised never to come get your up for school ever again.

Satan

There was a sharp rap at your door that awoke you from your slumber.

“[Y/N], are you awake?”

“Satan?” You question. Hearing his voice from the other side of the door. What was he doing here so early?

Seeming to sense your question, the fourth eldest brother replied in kind. “Lucifer sent me to get you. He was concerned you would be late for school since you weren’t down at breakfast yet. May I come in?”

You chuckle lightly at his polite request and tell him he could come in. Your arms stretching over your head as the door opened and the blonde walked in. “Ah good. You are awake. I was concerned that…uh….um….”

You blink curiously as Satan seemed to lose his train of thought. Unusual for him, as he was typically such a word smith, so you had to ask. “Satan? Is something wrong?”

“I ah…ahem!” The demon cleared his throat. Covering his face with his hand, hiding his blush, as he looked away. “I uh…apologize. I should have given you more time to get ready before I let myself in. Or at least properly dressed.”

Your brow furrowed and you look down to see your pajama top open and blush. Quickly closing it with an apology. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s...quite alright. I’ll uh…ahem…leave you to get ready now that I know your awake. I’ll see you at school.”

The demon, who normally walked with such purpose and confidence, seemed to stumble in his walk out of your room. Seeming to want to stay, but fighting the urge and forcing himself to leave. Apparently after he had left, he’d gotten into a fight with Mammon and threw him into a wall. You suppose that energy had to go somewhere.

Asmo

A light, delicate rapping on your door woke you up from your peaceful dream about cupcakes and French lattes. The sound was whimsical. Almost like a bird. After that, the smell of roses filled the room as the door opened and the Avatar of Lust appeared.

“Gooood morning darling~!” Asmodeus cheered as he let himself in. Practically gliding across the room and perching himself on the edge of your bed. “Wake up sleeping beauty! Classes will be starting soon, and we don’t want to be late. You need to get up, so you can get ready and look your best.”

You groan softly, but come out from under the covers as requested. He was right. It was time to get ready.

“Aaahh~! [Y/N]! You naughty thing. Tempting me this early in the morning.” You blink the last big of sleep from your gaze, and look down to see where his was trained. You yip as you realize he was staring at your exposed breast, and smacked his hand away when it inched closer.

“Asmodeus!”

The androgenous demon giggled at your scolding, but pulled his hand away in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I was only kidding.” You have to wonder if he was only ‘kidding’ now that he got rejected. “Let’s just keep this our little secret, ok? I don’t want my brothers getting super jealous about seeing our beautiful [Y/N] in their morning glory. They’ll be banging down the door every morning to get a peek.” Asmo then winked, leaning in to steal a quick peck on your cheek, before he jumped up. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs~! Unless you need help getting ready. I have too good hands and a lot of enthusiasm for a chore like that.”

The demon giggled brightly all the way out of the room as your tossed pillows at him like rose petals to show him the door.

Beel

The knock on your door was loud, though you could tell not intentionally. It was more a factor of the large fist knocking on it, rather than the force, of the largest of the seven brothers coming to wake you.

“[Y/N]?” You heard Beel’s voice from under your blanket nest. Smiling soft at the gentle way he’d come to wake you up. He must have a lot of experience with Belphie. “Lucifer asked me to come get you up for school. I brought you some breakfast. I didn’t want you to miss out.” You hear what you assume is a tray being sat on your desk. “Some of it didn’t make it all the way here, but most of it did! I tried to keep your favorites safe for you. Mammon wanted the last Hellfire sausage, but I got it for you.”

Your soft smile increased as you pictured the bright, sun like smile on the gentle giants face. Proud of himself for getting it and keeping himself from eating it for you. “Thanks Beel,” you tell him. Coming out from under your covers to see that smiling face in person.

You see it for a moment before his face feel. His eyes averting away from you, and his cheeks turning around as red as his carrot top. “Uh..[Y/N]…your top is kind of falling off.”

You look down and gasp, quickly covering ourself up. “I’m sorry!!”

“That’s ok.” Beel said with a soft laugh. “It happens. Plus, you’ve seen me with my shirt off all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not exactly the same….” You mutter quietly into your blanket.

Beel just laughed jovially again, and came over to pat your head. “Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold. I’ll leave so you can eat and get ready. Do you want me to walk you to first period when you’re done?” You nodded into your blankets this time. “Ok! I’ll meet you in the lobby when you’re done.”

With another big smile, your big guy left. Letting you change and enjoy your breakfast, with Hellfire sausage.

Belphie

“Oy…[Y/N]….wake up….”

“Mhmp….Belphie?” Your eyes crack open as he gently shook you. When had he come into your room? You hadn’t heard him knock, or even the door open. Had he just let himself in? “What are you doing here?”

“Stupid Lucifer told me to come get you up for school.” He told you. “I don’t know why. I’m not good at waking people up. I’m barely awake myself.” His statement was punctuated with a long yawn.

You sleepily chuckle and sit up. “Well, you are up. So you’re doing better than me.”

His droopy eyes were looking at you, or perhaps more specifically in your direction. He seemed to be looking at something totally other than your face, and you were about to ask him what when he said, “your boob is sticking out.” Pointing for affect.

You look down to where he was pointing and squeal. Closing your pajama top tight with both hands. “Belphegor! Don’t stare!”

“Why not? It’s nothing haven’t seen before. Remember when your top came off at the beach last summer?”

“That is not something I want to remember right now! And it is not the same! Get out!”

The Sloth demon picked at his ear in annoyance of your yelling, but gave a soft ‘yeah, yeah’ as he saw himself out. Mission accomplished.

He doesn’t seem to understand why you were annoyed with him for the rest of the day, but still made an effort to apologize after a while so you would talk to him again. Only he was allowed to do the silent treatment.

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OOF OKAY, I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND ON DISCORD. i hope you guys enjoy this horny piece of smut because it definitely made me feel some type of way 😏❤.

Sleepovers

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, voyeruism.

It was a usual Friday night for (Y/N) and her friend group.

They were having one of their annual sleepovers that took place almost every other weekend. Of course everyone now being in college, things like this were more common as there was no parental guidance involved. (Y/N) loved the idea of sleeping over with her friends and she always came whenever it was planned.

The friend group consisted of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt, his girlfriend Annie, and Jean.

Jean had always had it out for (Y/N) ever since they met during her freshman year of college. He treated her differently from everyone else. (Y/N) couldn't lie and say she didn't have a crush on him, he was charming, tall, and such a huge flirt. He had everything she would have wanted in a guy.

He'd always throw a compliment her way or give her a sly smile that made her feel weak, Jean knew all the right things to do to make her feel special. He had a way with words that nobody else seemed to have.

(Y/N) always returned the favor, throwing a nice compliment his way or sending a cute flirt. Jean would always be absolutely surprised at her actions, he never took her as the type to flirt back. He always found himself winning during those flirts.

Sometimes their own friends would call them out on it, telling them to "get a room!" or "get together already!". Neither of them had the courage to confess any feelings because they were just too chicken shit for it.

The night started off fun, they picked Eren's place to spend the night which was decently cool. They all watched a movie, played games, had a bit of alcohol, and even built a pillow fort which was later destroyed by Connie and Sasha over a fight about snacks.

(Y/N) and Jean had their usual hinted comments thrown around. He didn't leave her side the whole night, he always found himself beside her or near her.

"Shit I am exhausted.." Eren said, yawning.

The night was finally dying down. Eren and Mikasa layed on the couches in the basement, Armin was already snoozing in his sleeping bag while Connie and Sasha were both knocked out. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were just laying down droopy eyed as the movie they watched played on the tv.

(Y/N) was next to Jean, both were wide awake.

Eren stood up, grabbing the remote from the table. "I'm hitting the hay, goodnight guys." he said, switching off the tv.

Darkness filled the room besides the small light coming from one of those scented wall plug-ins. The bathroom also had a small light which emitted from the darkness. (Y/N) heard shuffling, assuming it was Eren laying down on the couch.

The time on the small clock read 2:41 A.M.

(Y/N) tried her best to get comfortable, unlike everyone else she was struggling to fall asleep. She assumed it was because she had about three sodas and a ton of other sugar, her body was wide awake. She pulled the blanket over her body trying to at least get comfortable, but being on a floor was kind of an issue.

She opened one eye to look at the clock which now read 3:01 A.M.

She sighed, a whole 15 minutes had gone by and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She couldn't exactly go walk around Eren's place, that'd seem rude and she didn't want to wake anybody.

She shifted to the other side where Jean was, that's when her eyes were met with Jean's open ones. He was staring at the ceiling.

She blinked a bit, thinking he was sleeping with his eyes open until his gaze averted towards her.

"Can't sleep either huh..?" Jean asked, his voice low to prevent anyone from waking up.

A soft laugh came from her mouth. "No.. I blame it on all the sugar I had," she replied and looked at him.

A chuckle came from his throat. "You wanna get under the covers? We can talk until one of us falls asleep," he asked in a whisper.

She nodded and sat up, he pulled the blanket over their heads. (Y/N) used her phone flashlight to light up the blanket, her eyes squinted a bit from the bright light. Jean's hair was a bit messy from laying down, he still looked amazing.

A smile grew onto his lips seeing her. "You look pretty cute for being at a sleepover," he said, crossing his legs.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks. "Not at all.. I feel messy and tired yet I can't sleep," she said, laughing a bit.

Jean admired her features in the lighting, he fingers slightly ghosted over her cheek. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he touched her.

"You look adorable," Jean said, scooching his body closer towards hers. Their knees touched, making her skin tingle.

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments, suddenly they leaned into each other, their lips connecting into a warm passionate kiss. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She slightly moaned into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore her mouth.

He cupped her cheek and brought her body closer to his. She felt heat forming in between her legs.

"You don't know what you do to me.." he whispered.

Anticipation bubbled in her stomach as he turned her flashlight off. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes closed, feeling his lips attack her neck. She felt his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her neck, her breath hitched feeling him sucking her sweet spot.

"J-Jean.." she cried out, biting her lip trying to stay quiet.

He smirked against her skin. "Lay down for me (Y/N).." he whispered against her ear.

She lied down on her pillow, Jean's body spreading her legs apart. He put his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to engulf her into another kiss.

He began to kiss down her neck down towards her chest, then towards her belly. Goosebumps littered onto her skin feeling his wet lips against her skin, soft whimpers and moans escaped her lips.

Jean hooked his fingers around the hem of her shorts. "Can I?" he asked, raising his brows.

She couldn't faintly see the outline of his body in the darkness. "Yes.." she replied in a whisper.

He pulled her shorts down her legs, tossing them under the blanket next to them. She shuddered a bit as she felt the cooler air against her wet cunt. Jean maneuvered himself so he was now laying next to her with his head propped up by his arm.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers on her clit, he circled it slowly making her legs open a little wider for him. She felt jolts of pleasure shooting around her body, causing her to become a bit shaky.

They both stopped when they heard shifting coming a few feet away. Eren slightly groaned in his sleep. The two looked at each other before he continued to rub her clit.

"You gotta be quiet beautiful.. we don't need anyone hearing you," Jean whispered, nibbling at the shell of her ear. "But you're so wet.. is that what I do to you? I make your pussy soaked?"

She moved her hips upwards, biting her lip to prevent any moans from escaping her lips.

A low chuckle came from him. He slid one of his fingers into her hot core, a gasp escaped her lips feeling his finger inside of her. He covered her mouth instantly and looked around, making sure nobody got up.

He slowly pumped his finger into her, he felt the aching of his cock causing him to groan a bit as he fingered her. She dug her nails into the sheets below her, shaky breaths and small whimpers came from her mouth as he hit her g-spot.

"J-Jean.." she whimpered, moving her hips to feel more of his finger.

His finger stopped, causing her to look at him in annoyance.

"Be quiet.." he said, pressing his lips onto hers.

She moaned into the kiss when she felt two digits enter her again, the pace this time was a bit quicker.

Her velvety walls fluttered around his fingers, squelching noises came from her pussy from how wet she was.

"You're such a good girl (Y/N)... you take me so well," he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. "You want me to make you cum?"

She shook her head as she whimpered. "Y-Yes.." she replied.

He felt her walls tightening around his fingers, his pace quickened. He turned her head towards his, his eyes staring into hers.

The knot in her stomach came apart as her orgasm took over her body, she buried her face into his neck and let out a soft moan. Her legs felt shaky and her eyes saw white as she creamed around his fingers.

Jean removed his fingers which were coated in her slick arousal. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste.

"You're better than I ever imagined.." he said with a smirk on his face.

She panted a bit, pulling the covers over her body. "Jean.. will you.. cuddle up with me?" she asked, feeling heat rush onto her cheeks.

He smiled. "Of course.. who am I to deny you?" he replied and plopped down next to her.

He pulled her into his embrace, she felt exhausted after coming down from her high. Jean rubbed small circles into the flesh of her waist as he felt his eyes becoming droopy.

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The next morning the two were awoken by everyone talking.

"I slept decent on the floor," Armin said and sat up.

Everyone's eyes averted towards (Y/N) and Jean who were cuddled up together, her head laying on his chest while his arms were wrapped around her waist.

Eren chuckled. "Well would you look at that? Look at that those two," he said and smirked.

"It was only a matter of time before this happened," Sasha said, yawning.

Eren laughed again before leaning back against the couch. "You should have heard them last night.. they had plenty of fun," he said as he remembered the events that occurred during the night.

(Y/N) sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Hmm?" she asked as she looked around at her friends.

"Oh nothing!" Eren replied, shaking his head.

Jean's eyes open, a slight blush formed onto his face seeing (Y/N) next to him this close.

"Ugh.. you guys are so loud," he said and groaned a bit.

Eren laughed again. "I'd like to say the same to you and (Y/N).." he said and grinned widely.

Their jaws dropped as Eren's words processed through their heads. "Ugh shit.." (Y/N) said as embarrassment rushed onto her face.

"Did you guys..?" Connie asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean snaked his arm around her waist. "None of your business," he replied.

"Look next time you guys wanna do the nasty just go upstairs," Eren said and rolled his eyes playfully.

Connie and Sasha bursted out laughing. "Ew! You guys did the nasty down here!?" Connie asked in between laughter.

(Y/N) covered her face with her hands. "Ugh Eren! You're an asshole," she said and shook her head.

"Connie stop acting like you didn't finger Sasha that one day.. I saw that," Jean said as a smirk formed onto his face.

The two both turned red. "U-Uh.. um.." Sasha said and looked away.

The conversation eventually ended and everyone went back to normal conversation. Jean and (Y/N) talked a bit longer.

"We should hangout later.. you know.. finish what we started," Jean whispered in her ear.

She smirked. "Most definitely.." she replied, kissing his cheek.

[musette22]

Okay but imagine Chris getting home to Sebastian after all of that jumping about at the game, all buzzed and hyper but crashing down HARD as soon as he so much as sits down on the couch. All droopy-eyed and soft and speaking through yawns and nuzzling against Seb's neck as his hair is being petted while he gives a play-by-play of those last minutes. They totally fell asleep on the sofa, wake up sore as heck the next morning but curled around each other and happily in love so it's all good,really

Nonnie ilysm 💕 This is perfect and adorable and exactly the kind of thing I needed right before bed 🥺 Sebastian would be so pumped for Chris; would even pretend to care about sports just this once because he knows how important this game was to Chris. And even though Chris knows he's only pretending, he appreciates it so damn much that he has to kiss Seb for making the effort 🥰

[sevendeadlymorons]

H-Hi. I Recently just started following you and love your writing and was wondering if it’s okay to request one? It’s Belphie with a tall male dominant MC where Belphie asked him to give him an back massage but it gets sexual, if that’s okay to ask?

Course it’s ok to request one! I’ll get right on it, I love this one :)

Naughty Masseur

Pairing: Belphegor x M!MC

Words: 1,717

NSFW // Smut // Vulgar Language

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Belphie normally gets pretty bad backs pains from the inhumane positions he gets himself into when he sleeps. Only last week you found him scrawled in bed with his arm slapped across his face and his leg half dangling out. So you honestly weren’t surprised when he came to you one day to ask for a massage.

It’s not the first time you’ve given him one, obviously, it’s actually pretty common for you two to spend some time alone and massage out the knots and strains in his shoulders and lower back; the satisfying crunch of you cracking his back always filling you with euphoria.

He soon sent you a text telling you he’s woken up and that you can come over, so you quickly hop off the bed and walk out your room, cracking your knuckles as you make your way through the corridor towards the attic where he’s more than likely fell back asleep again.

You finally make it to the room, the dim light from inside the room illuminating from underneath the door. You knock and walk in, greeted by his droopy smile and messy hair. He yawns as you sit down besides him to pull him into a cheek kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around your neck to pull you down into a cuddle.

“What about the message you asked for?” You chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your nose and forehead.

“Almost forgot about that..” He replies, yawning once again and slowly letting go of you, allowing you to finally begin the message. You signal him to roll over by swirling your index finger around, a cheeky smile forming on your lips; Belphegor rolling his eyes playfully in response.

Telling Belphie to take his shirt off is something you normally never bother on doing as you can do the job perfectly fine with it on, but for once you wanted to try it with his shirt off. You lean down to grab his chin and pull his face to look at you, eying and pulling at his shirt. He raises his eyebrows but compromises anyway, slowly stripping off his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

“Happy now?” He flicks your head as your eyes scan over his back, a light blush forming over your cheeks.

“Very” You reply with a smile as your thumbs press against his lower back, forcing out a small groan from the demon. You straddle his legs, lifting yourself up a bit to press harder, waiting for something to click. You push harder and finally hear his back click; hearing him sigh in relief.

“That one felt great” He sighs again as he proceeds to laugh into his pillow. You lean down to kiss his neck, allowing your hands and fingers to run along his shoulder blades, feeling how tense he is. You laugh to yourself as you realise he’s just going to make himself even tenser after you’ve finished, and he’ll ask you for another one. But in truth, you didn’t mind, as it meant you could spend some quality time alone together, your hands pressed against his bare skin as they run up and down his shoulders and arms, caressing him and hearing the little sighs and groans of relief he makes. It almost made you feel... aroused...

You bite your lip and let your eyes wander over his toned back, taking in all the marks and muscles and admiring the way you could clearly see his muscular biceps with his head resting on his forearms. You travel your hands a little way down until they’re touching his lower spine, circling your thumbs until you felt him shudder under your fingers. You grip his back a little tighter and quickly push down, hearing that satisfying crack once again and hearing the even more satisfying groan escape from his lips.

You lean down carefully until you’re only a few inches away from his neck, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he feels your hot breath against his skin, but he doesn’t say anything.

Your breathing gets heavy as you feel your own arousal pooling in your gut at the mere sight of him. You’ve already lowered yourself onto his legs; your crotch firmly straddling him. You feel yourself getting hard and you can’t stop yourself from palming yourself, your other hand still pressed to his back and your thumb pressed deep into his skin like you’re getting ready to crack him once more, but you just sit there, your breathing heavy and your cheeks flustered. Your minds filled with dirty thoughts as you feel yourself getting harder at each stroke.

You shift slightly and rub yourself against his leg, trying to relieve yourself. You suddenly feel his calf tense up and he shifts too, lifting up his head slowly as he begins to realise what you were doing. He seemed like he was about to speak, but you covered his mouth, leaning over to kiss on his neck, leaving a few hickeys in the process and you feel him moan on your hand. He eyes you suspiciously, his hand curling round to caress your arm as you continue to grind slowly onto his leg, your erection prominent in your trousers and Belphie can now clearly feel your hard-on rubbing against his leg, your crotch almost touching his ass.

Your hands still pressed against his mouth as the other is now making its way between his legs, forcing them open to rub him slowly, still listening to the muffled sounds he’s making against your palm. His noises turn you on even more as you rub him harder, your lips attaching themselves to his skin to create large, purple bruises all over his neck and back causing him to squirm underneath you.

You take your hand away from his mouth and begin to desperately tug down his trousers, spreading his legs a bit and tugging his ass up so that he’s on all four and pressed against your crotch; rubbing your cock gently against him so he can feel just how hard you are. You press deeper into him and run your hands up and down his body, trailing them over his thighs and towards his cock, which was now erect as well and already dripping with pre-cum.

“Were you enjoying yourself that much?” You chuckle as you play with the cum on the tip of his dick, making him moan and gasp at the simple touch. He looks back at you and nods submissively, eyes begging you to fuck him already so he can feel your girthy length inside of him. You grind against him teasingly, listening to him whimper helplessly as he pushes into you. You grip his thigh and jerk him faster, feeling his legs tremble and his breathing hitch.

After finally having enough of teasing him, you start to unbuckle your trousers, hearing him get excited at the sound. Your cock springs up; taking it into your hand and rubbing it against his hole. You laugh at how submissive he’s being and stick your finger in your mouth then taking it out so it’s covered in your saliva. You push your finger into him and play with his asshole, listening to him pant and moan at the way your finger strokes his insides.

A few minutes later, you finally slip your finger out of him, his hole now stretched out and covered in your saliva. You grab your cock and position the head against his hole, pushing slowly into him until the tip is submerged and he’s begging you to put it all in. You grab his ass and stretch him out, as he asks, thrusting harshly into him until he’s filled with your throbbing length. He moans as you begin to pump in and out of him, your hands firmly pressed to his ass so you can easily slam into him harder.

“Does this feel good? Am I making you feel good?” You purr, your lips then pressed to his back as he shivers and cries out your name in response. You thrust into him harder, feeling his skin continuously slap against you as the bed hits the wall violently.

You smirk and lean down to his ear, your hands snaking up to pinch his nipples. “We’re in the attic you know... We can be as loud as we want...” You whisper seductively into his ear, giving his nipples a sharp pinch as he lets out a cry and a long moan, his hands gripping the pillows as he backs his ass into you simultaneously.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your climax, your thrusts getting messy and harder as Belphie continues to moan out your name in pleasure, his hand stroking himself in sync with you. He bites down on his pillow, enjoying the way you’re making him feel and loving the way you’re filling him up with your cock and leaving marks all over his body to claim him. He can’t stop himself from moaning your name, he’s yours. He belongs to you and only you. Nobody can make him feel this way but you.

You moan loudly as you empty yourself inside of him, your orgasm coming as a burst and sending shivers down your spine and legs. Jolting into him, you lean down to hug his chest, realising he’s already came before you as the bedsheets were covered in his sticky white cum; his tongue hanging out as he looks like he’s about to drop any second from exhaustion. You smile and kiss his nape, taking yourself out of him and watching your load dribble slowly down his leg and splat onto the sheets.

His body drops as he falls asleep, the soft snores coming from the sleepy demon before you echoing around the room peacefully. You smile, a light blush still on your cheeks as you stare down at him, reaching over to grab a stray towel to wipe him down with, then positioning yourself down next to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to your body. You see a cheeky smile pop up on his lips as you kiss his nose and a very sleepy ‘thanks’ leave his lips.

[amphxtrite]

when you fall asleep on them...

The golden boy seems to always be warm, especially his hands, laying on his shoulder, he instantly moves himself to make sure you’re comfortable.

He likes having your head resting on his chest so his chin can rest on your head.

Cedric likes circling his hands around your hips or running his hands down your arms.

His heartbeat is steady and calming, unless you start teasing him, then it goes from zero to one hundred is seconds.

Cedric adores humming to you and the little smile you get when you hear him.

When you finally pass out Cedric will hold you against him, making sure you’re warm and comfy.

the sound of your soft breath soothes him and he’ll often rest his head on you and doze off for a bit.

If he's in one of your dorm’s he’ll wrap you in blankets and hold you against him, peppering kisses all over your face.

george loves having your head on his shoulder so he can wrap an arm around you and pull you closer to him.

His other hand will usually go up to caress your face or push your hair back.

his heart beat is quick but soothing, he’s usually nervous or scared to move because he might wake you up.

He freezes every time your eyes flutter, and sighs inwardly when you cuddle closer to him before smiling and planting a kiss on your nose.

he’ll usually loan you his sweater for you to sleep in, george finds it adorable when you take deep breaths into his chest.

he’s careful to pick you up and carry you somewhere more comfortable for you to sleep, usually his dorm where he can tuck you in and make sure you’re comfortable.

he’ll brush your hair out of your face when it drifts onto your lips and eyes.

he’s always there with sweets and a story for when you wake up again, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

he’s hesitant to let you sleep.

the moment you collapse into his arm he nudged you in between his legs and moves your chin up so he can kiss you.

You’ll literally have to push him and bury yourself into his neck to escape his kisses and even then he’ll cuddle you and whisper sweet nothings to you.

he’ll flirt with you relentlessly even when you’re half awake, telling you how gorgeous you look in between his legs.

Once you do fall asleep he’ll cradle you and death stare anyone down who dared make a peep around you.

he’s had to wave his wand threateningly on more than one occasion at the poor blokes just laughing in the halls.

when he’s sure you’re deep enough asleep not to rouse you, he’ll start nuzzling himself closer to you, refusing to move until you wake again.

He’ll sing for you when you wake again, either a lullaby to help you fall asleep again or just one on his mind.

remus is the most shy person when it comes to cuddling, so when you start to feel sleepy and your eyes start fluttering he kind of… panics.

As your head hits his shoulder he doesn’t think much of it, simply continues to read.

But as soon as your head slips from his shoulder to his chest, his eyes widen and he is alerted to your soft breath.

He could feel his heart racing and prayed that you wouldn’t wake up.

You don’t even notice and smile at the rhythm, remus continues to internally panic.

Remus eventually works up the courage to put his arm around you, but the moment you start to nuzzle up to him he has the biggest smile.

Once that dumbstruck smile works its way onto his face it will not move and neither will he.

He’ll nervously turn his head so it’s resting on your head and he’ll attack you with kisses.

no matter where he is or who he’s with as soon as you come to him droopy eyed and yawning, all his attention goes to you.

both of his arms circle your waist and he’ll rock you gently while leaving butterfly kisses on your neck.

sometimes he’ll pull out a book and read to you until you fall asleep, he knows by your smile how much you love it.

he’ll whisper sweet nothings and how much he loves you into your ear even when he knows you’re out cold.

at any loud noise he’ll glare daggers at the person responsible practically snarling until they’re out of his sight.

he’ll immediately smile again when you nuzzle closer to him.

he loves playing with your hair while you’re resting, or just brushing it back so it wouldn’t crowd your face.

he has a habit of whispering his dirty thoughts into your ear when he knows you’re waking up again, ensuring him to see the blush he loves.

Harry loves it when you lean on his shoulder, his arm immediately goes over you and holds you gently beside him.

He’ll mumble a bit about his day, trying to make you laugh.

As soon as you go quiet, your voice is replaced by steady breaths Harry freezes.

His protective side kicks in and he’ll pull you a little closer, head resting on yours as if to shield you.

He’ll hold that position for a while until he knows that you’re safe and then he’ll press a kiss to your nose just like you do to him.

If you’re in one of your dorms he’ll let his guard down and fall asleep beside you and he’ll nuzzle closer to you and wrap your arms around your torso.

He’ll stay by your side until you awake again and smile.

He lives for your smile and will do everything to keep it there.

If you wake up while Harry is still in his protective stage you make sure to wrap your arms around his waist and whisper that ‘everything’s gonna be alright’

Cuddling up to Oliver usually helps him calm down and after bad days it's become a common sight to see you resting on Oliver’s chest or lap as he rants about his day.

Oliver likes playing with your hair as he talks, just feeling it helps him relax.

His heart rate eventually slows and your eyelids droop.

His words usually cut off when he feels your body slump or your breathing slow and he’ll shift to make sure you’re comfortable.

He likes to hum to you, lullabies his grandmother sang to him as a child.

He’s especially protective of you when you sleep and he’ll death stare anyone down who dares walk a little too loud.

On multiple occasions he threatened to hex the twins for trying to scare you awake.

They never listen, but it always leaves a moment where Oliver holds you close after the teasing, when you usually wake up and just giggle at the twins.