#messy sleeper

[trunksandgoten-library]

[achiepy]

they eepy

[ylceon]

family

[palespawn]

i know astarion gets crazy bedhead

[transrightsjimin]

man, al ewing really fucked up the venom comics. i haven't seen any venom fan nor casual reader who likes other marvel stories who don't find the 2021- and venom war run either A. extremely confusing, B. a complete character death / out of character or C. lacking and undermining the brock family.

and now that same guy is gonna write the "all-new venom" series that doesn't have eddie as venom either.

and he claimed in an interview that this is wjat the viewers of the 3rd/last venom movie will want to watch. ???? im sorry but no, audiences of venom movies that are mainly about eddie and the symbiote's bond would want to read about eddie and the symbiote, not some other dude using it as a mere fighting suit just like fucking flash thompson and lee piece etc did.

[nomi9006]

Sleeper build Emma?? 👀

[thateclecticbitch]

Request to move into basement failed. Sad.

[antifataylorswift]

me an hour ago: yeah i haven't been too interested in taylor swift lately so i haven't been thinking about what she's been up to

*karlie kloss in the nosebleeds*

*1989 tv announcement* *new romantics/new years day surprise songs*

*"i want her midnights"*

wwe announcer in my brain: what's that? on the other side of the ring? ohhh! it's the latent kaylor brainworms with the steel chair!

[s4v4g3-st4g3fr1ght]

i bet you look gorgeous when you sleep

I really don’t…

[trunksandgoten-library]

[naenaex0xx]

good morning :D

[poebrey]

I can’t believe I’m just now finding out Leslye Headland wrote Bachelorette

[13curses]

𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

[sayangrafayel]

How LADS men react to finding you in their kitchen just standing and eating cheese at 3am

I got this request and just went "this one. I want to do this one." and so here we are!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb

Sylus

As we know, he doesn't sleep at night. By that logic, you're in the kitchen WITH him eating cheese.

"I don't understand, why do you like eating cheese at 3am?" "What's wrong with eating cheese?" "No, that's not the part I'm confused about.."

Luke and Kieran would definitely join you guys in the kitchen, it became a little family supper!

Xavier

He's a heavy sleeper.. but he notice quite fast when you're not with him in bed.

Sleepily walks into the dark kitchen that was only illuminated by the fridge light.

"What.. what are you doing..?" "Xavier! You surprised me!" "That's my line..."

Rafayel

He probably has messy sleeping schedule too, painting and chasing deadlines.

When there's a noise from his kitchen, he sets his paintbrush down and called out your name.

"Cutie, did you hear that..?" "..." "Cutie?" "...Hey." "What is wrong with you!!?"

Zayne

I FEEL SO BAD. THIS MAN NEEDS HIS SLEEP. So imagine his surprise when there's suddenly noises from the kitchen.

Calms down after he notice you were gone and were probably being a little rat again.

"I didn't know I needed to set rat traps all over the kitchen." "Zayne! How dare!"

Caleb

He puppy. He follow you wherever you go.

You suddenly get out of bed without saying anything? Oh he's getting out of bed too then. Whatever the emergency is, he shall help you. That includes devouring a block of cheese at three am.

"Should I make grilled cheese?" "Oh, yes please!!! Thank you!" "I am your personal chef after all."

[reit0o]

sleeping with caleb (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ

—hcs about sharing a bed with caleb bc i still haven't finished his bday fic :p

☆ caleb has long accepted that he’s never getting his personal space back (good, he doesn't want it anyway). no matter what position he falls asleep in, he always wakes up at the edge of the bed, ass hanging out, with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. he doesn't mind really, because he loves that you still gravitate towards him, even in your sleep.

☆ whenever you get into a petty argument, you make a point of building a pillow barrier between you. when he tries to protest, you just shoot him daggers and turn your back. you can't sleep because of his constant shuffling, but eventually, you knock down the barrier bit by bit, letting him roll over beside you and softly whisper an apology in your ear while he pulls you close. you don’t respond because you’re still upset, but you just let him hold you. and that alone is enough for him

☆ winters in skyhaven are brutal because of the high altitude. so on cold winter nights, you find yourself drawn to caleb because he's just so warm—he's basically a human radiator. when you're feeling cheeky, you like to slide your cold hands under his shirt and laugh evily whenever he flinches

☆ whenever you visit him in skyhaven, he insists on sleeping in your room together. It's not that he dislikes his room, he just prefers being in the space you've curated in his home. he loves being surrounded by things that smell like you, breathing you in while he falls asleep

☆ caleb likes to pretend he's still asleep when you think you've woken up before him. he lets you poke his cheek, blow in his face, tickle his chin, play with his hair until he’s had enough and rolls you over, pulling you into a soul-crushing hug you can’t escape

☆ his favourite time of day is the moment you fall asleep at night, and the moment just before you wake up in the morning. there’s something about your face that looks so peaceful and soft, that makes him fall in love with you all over again. he loves that you’re the first and last thing he sees every day

☆ contrary to what people might think, but caleb loves being the little spoon and being held. he doesn't do it often, but after long shifts with the fleet, there's nothing he loves more than lying on your chest, listening to your breathing while you stroke his hair. his worries melt away instantly, and he always falls asleep faster than usual—some of his best sleeps, honestly.

☆ caleb, the self-proclaimed claw machine master, is a prime example of suffering from your own success. not only does he have to share the bed with you, but with the 20+ plushies that he won and proudly bragged about. now he’s got his own personal plushie (you) snuggled up next to him, along with twenty others, silently staring into his soul

☆ caleb’s bed head is horrendous, and don't even get me started on his morning breath. you love counting all his cowlicks and taking pictures of his messy hair, holding your nose like you’re disgusted. but when he catches you laughing too long, he shuts you up by peppering your face with kisses before pulling you in for one long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

☆ caleb is a light sleeper, so when he hears you tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep, he gently pulls you into his chest and starts telling stories, just like he used to when you were kids. you call it childish, but the sound of his voice, soft and steady, is all it takes for sleep to quickly wash over you. and once your breathing slows down and your body relaxes, he whispers a quiet list of reasons why he loves you—one after the other, just for you

a/n- blessing you with a lot bc i couldnt stop at one. i cant be the only one that uses he's secret times as a sleep aid, his voice is so soothing i knock out instantly. short blabber bc i haven't finished half my fics i was meant to post last week. this caleb bday fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a month 🚬🚬

[heavenlyfay3]

!somnophillia!

"You’re making such a mess of my cock baby" Nanami said moaning and whimpering you had recently came home drunk from a party at your friends house you saw Nanami sleeping in the bed when you stumbled into your shared apartment

he was looking so sexy laying in the bed messy hair, shirtless and vulnerable so you took the opportunity there was something about getting a little bit of liquor in you that made you so horny for your Kento

in his sleep you crawled onto the bed discarding your heels and purse you drunkenly but carefully pulled down his pajama pants and met his soft member even flaccid Kento's size always seemed to surprise you especially in your drunken state

you leaned down and lick from his tip to his base you almost hoped hed wake up right then and there but you werent so lucky Nanami was a bit of a deep sleeper so you tried your efforts again licking till his member stood tall in your face

When it was finally hard Nanami woke up his heart racing as he looks down at you with bleary eyes he tries to sit up but you push him back down "baby what are you doing are you feeling okay?" he said a little shaken

you ignore him and wrap you lips around his cock taking him in your warm, soft, wet mouth his words turn into a groan as your drunken tongue makes contact with his now achingly hard cock he goes to push your head away instead his hands tangle in your hair

"Dammit lovey you need to stop youre too drunk for this" you dont stop your movements doubling your efforts as you suck his cock with no sign of stopping kento's body eventually gives in to the stimulation. his cock throbs in your mouth "fuck okay fine y-you just take what you need"

Nanami bites back his moans as you sloppily suck his hard cock your drunken enthusiasm overpowering his initial concern. his hips shift restlessly. fucking into your warm mouth "shit if you were gonna suck me off you couldve at least waited till you were sober" he said a little frustrated

"i want it now" you said you were still drunk but you knew full well what you were doing. swirling your tongue around his fat tip "fucking hell" Nanami let out a frustrated chuckle stroking your hair with one hand