#i need to be sleeping

[icksam]

rough doodles of @asleepyy ‘s oopsie!omens au!!!! i’ve been meaning to draw fanart since forever and finally got around to it. just, so so obsessed with azazel’s barn owl form. don’t mind the huge starry-eyed look coming from jophiel, he’s still getting used to azazel landing on him. AAAAH!

(I also rlly want to draw jophiel in a femme presenting look, too. gosh!! so many fashion possibilities. i love drawing him… and david tennant’s side profile.)

[chemtron-annonia]

I guess the 1870s had Elon Musk too??? I need to get off wikipedia maybe

[jedi-enthusiast]

Girl help, I’m having Thoughts about future scenes that I cAN’T FUCKING WRITE YET

[dallmustdie]

I shouldn't be laughing at this as hard as I am rn.

It's three am. I need to sleep.

[napping-sapphic]

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

[normaniscariot]

Daily motivation

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick, holding Wally’s hand while they lie in bed: God I love this bed. God I love this house. And you. Especially you.

Voice: How domestic.

Wally: God?

Damian in his Robin suit, holding his bleeding side: No. It’s me. May one of you please direct me to the nearest medical kit.

[Frantic scrambling]

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

I find it really funny that the last two Dragon Age games have advisors to guide them through the game. Like the Hero of Fereldan got a brief introduction and a slap on the ass before being immediately placed in charge.

[pookiesylus]

Sylus who just finished up work, opens the door to see you in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Kitten,” Sylus says warningly. “Why are you still awake?” He notices your new pajamas with cute, scattered crow designs.

“I can’t fall asleep,” you sigh hopelessly, “I think I’ve tried everything; white noise, no noise, magnesium.”

“My poor kitten…” He brushes the hair out of your face, finding your pout cute. “Have you tried counting crows?” He says as he sneaks himself into bed, pulling you in towards his chest.

“Crows?” you playfully scoff. “Isn’t it sheep?”

“Last time I checked, it’s crows.”

You giggle, “Are you sure?”

“Look. I’ll show you. Turn around.” You feel a soft tap of Sylus’ finger on your back, as he points at one of the crow designs. “One crow.”

He drags his finger along your back, tapping another one. “Two crows.”

He gentle rakes his fingers up and down your back causing your body to go lax. You expect another finger to land on the third crow, but you instead feel his soft lips land on your back, the fabric thin enough to make a difference. “Three crows.”

A kiss on your shoulder. “Four crows.”

You turn to him,” There’s no crow there.”

“Shh… not important kitten,” he whispers as he continues to sprinkle kisses along your shoulder. “Five crows.” He whispers before leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m even counting the crows for you.” He chuckles softly. “Just listen to my voice and relax. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl.”

“Six crows.” Another kiss.

“Seven crows.” Another kiss.

“Eight crows…”

“Nine…crows…”

Ten…

Where were we again…?

Oh…

It seems you’ve fallen asleep in Sylus’ arms.

[bucketofchum]

IS THIS MAN OKAY??

[wolfythewitch]

Simon Fairchild doodles

[brandonlees]

SLEEPING BEAUTY 1959, dir. Clyde Geronimi, Eric Larson, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark

[jkvjimin]

PARK JIMIN??? JEON JUNGKOOK???? HELLO?????????

[herodzn]

some kabru doodles cus im obsessed with this freak

[nanamisgirly]

cw breast obsession non-sexual, gentle dominance ig, soft intimacy.

my personal fav fantasy is husband!nanami coming home late. he's super exhausted and he finds you already sleeping.

he sighs in relief at the sight of your peaceful body lying on the bed, the moon light peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over you.

you're wearing a delicate crop top, yellow with tiny pink roses on it, thin straps slipping off your shoulders, and lace-trimmed triangles barely covering your breasts— shifted out of place in your sleep. it's Nanami's fav. because he got the chance to cup your tits easily from behind.

it's not in a lustful way!! he's not groping you with some filthy intent not always at least. he holds them in a comforting way, in a way that makes him exhales deeply the moment he slides into bed, feeling the stress of the day melt away as his large, calloused hand finds its rightful place. right over your chest.

it's comforting, the way they fit just right in his palms— they're not too big, not too small, just perfect. like they were meant to be in his hands, like he was meant to touch you this way. he likes the shape of them, the way they mold to his touch, yielding and soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his palms. he doesn't squeeze hard, doesn't knead them like he's trying to work you up— just holds.

he loves how soft they are when you're relaxed, when you're warm and tucked into his arms, your body completely at ease. how they don't poke or demand attention. they're sitting there all plush and smooth against his fingers, unbothered.

he loves how your breasts change when you're lying down, how they spread just a little, how they lose that roundness but become so soft, so flat, almost like they're becoming one with his hands. he loves the way his fingers can rest along the curve of your ribs, feeling the gently rise and fall of your breath beneath them.

it's instinctual. reaching for you. holding you. owning you.

his favorite way to touch you is when you're on your back, his face buried in the crook of your neck—your floral scent invading his nostrils—'cause that's where he has better access to your tits. he likes to slide his hand up from your waist, fingers ghosting over your ribs before they settle beneath the swell of your breast— his thumb and index supporting the weight ever so slightly, pressing just enough to feel their fullness. and sometimes most of the times he gives the underside a gentle pinch, his lips twitching at the way your body shifts in response, even in your sleep.

and your nipples. god he loves them sooo much. he's totally obsessed when they don't poke or stiffen under his fingers, just stay warm and smooth against his touch, like they trust him enough to relax. he traces lazy circles over them, fingertips gliding over the subtle change in texture. he never presses, never pinches because he knows if he did, if he rolled them just right, they'd start to react. they'd tighten, harden under his touch, and sure—when the mood was for it—he loved that just as much.

but right now, it was only about feeling you.

and if you make some little sound of protest when he adjusts his grip— he simply shushes you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering, "go back to sleep, darling." and you do. because how could you not when you were so sweetly wrapped in his warmth?

(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost is soooo desperate to get his hands on the cute nurse he’s had his eyes set on since he showed up in town.

the last patient for the day is already making their way to the exit when he steps inside the dingy clinic. he’s calm. too calm for a man who’s got the image of you writhing beneath him in pleasure sitting so vividly in his mind.

you greet him with that same saccharine smile, uttering something about how you were almost done for the day. the rest of your words were lost to the wind.

amber irises followed the sway of your hips, the natural pout of your lips as you concentrated on finishing up your doctor’s notes.

you were oblivious to the way he stalked up behind you, a bear cornering its prey, pinning it down with the shadow of its massive form. his hands find the edge of the desk, and you’re caged.

and he almost falls to his knees seeing how tiny you are beneath him, head knocking against his chest when you stand up to your full height.

a gasp leaves you, eyes darting up to look at your reflection in the window, but all you see is the darkness in his eyes, cloudy with something that has your thighs pressing together, the apples of your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

ghost doesn’t let you get a word in, instead leaning down to press his lips to the shell of your ear.

“kept me waitin’ long enough, love. i’ll apologize to the doc tomorrow for the mess m’about to make.”