#REMSleep

[meow--or--never]

"Remy's color would be grey because-"

WRONG

It's pink because him and Remus are in gay with each other 😤

[fakeloveaskblog]

trying to run away from artblock by drawing kiSHIT I FORGOT REMUS’ WHITE STREAK A FUCKING GAIN

[sounds-of-spirit]

Sound frequency for REM Sleep - Theta binaural beats and natural ocean -...

[rightanswer-net]

Discover the fascinating reasons why we dream, from psychological theories to scientific explanations. Explore the benefits of dreaming and how it impacts our mental health and daily lives.

[livefitforever]

Home Remedies for Insomnia – Sleep Better Tonight | LiveFit4ever

🛌 Michael Jackson's Battle with Insomnia : Despite nightly propofol infusions, he went without real sleep for two months. His struggle ended tragically in 2009 due to an overdose. Dr. Charles Czeisler warned that lack of REM sleep alone could have been fatal.

🧠 Impact of Sleep Deprivation : A few hours of sleep isn’t enough for a healthy life, no matter how busy you are.

💤 Factors Affecting Sleep : Mind and Emotional Health Work Pressure and Mental Health Nutritional Status and Body Makeup Melatonin and Serotonin Levels

🌟 Take Control of Your Sleep Make lifestyle changes for restful, uninterrupted sleep. Avoid the pitfalls of sleep deprivation.

🛏️ Sleep Well, Live Well Prioritize sleep for a healthier, balanced life.

[tmarshconnors]

Dream within a Dream

Have you ever experienced waking up from a dream only to find out you're still dreaming? 😴 This fascinating and somewhat disorienting experience is known as a "dream within a dream" or a nested dream. Let's dive into this dreamy phenomenon! 🌟

What is a Dream Within a Dream? 🌙

A dream within a dream happens when you dream that you wake up from a dream, but you're actually still dreaming. 🌀 This can create multiple layers of dreams, making it a bit like an Inception-style adventure! 🌠 It's more common than you might think and can be quite the brain teaser.

How Does It Happen? 🧠

While the exact reasons for nested dreams aren't fully understood, there are a few theories:

REM Sleep and Vivid Dreams: Most vivid dreams occur during Rapid Eye Movement (REM) sleep. 🌜 During this stage, your brain is highly active, which can sometimes lead to dreams about dreaming. 🤯

Memory Processing: Your brain processes and consolidates memories while you sleep. 🧩 This complex activity might sometimes result in multiple dream layers.

Stress and Anxiety: High levels of stress or anxiety can make your dreams more vivid and complex. 😰 This could lead to nested dreams as your mind tries to cope with these feelings.

The Experience of Nested Dreams 🌌

Having a dream within a dream can be quite surreal. 🌟 Here are some common sensations:

False Awakenings: You might dream that you’ve woken up, only to discover you’re still dreaming. 😵

Lucidity: Sometimes, realizing you’re still dreaming can trigger a lucid dream, where you become aware that you're dreaming and can control the dream. 🌟🦸‍♀️

Repetition: You might find yourself waking up multiple times within the dream, each time thinking you’re finally awake. 🔁

Tips for Handling Nested Dreams 🛌

If you find nested dreams disorienting or unsettling, here are a few tips to help you navigate them:

Reality Checks: Practice reality checks during the day, like counting your fingers or checking the time twice. 🕰️ This habit can carry over into your dreams, helping you realize when you're dreaming.

Stay Calm: If you find yourself in a nested dream, try to stay calm. 🌿 Remind yourself that it’s just a dream and it can’t harm you.

Dream Journal: Keep a dream journal to record your dreams. 📓 This can help you recognize patterns and gain more control over your dream experiences.

Embrace the Mystery 🌌

Dreams within dreams are a fascinating glimpse into the complexity of our minds. 🌠 Whether you find them intriguing, unsettling, or just plain weird, they offer a unique way to explore the depths of your subconscious. Next time you find yourself in a nested dream, embrace the adventure and see where your mind takes you! 🌟💤

Sweet dreams! 🌙✨

[starzpsychics]

What Does it Mean to Dream

The meaning of dreams is important, on average a typical person will dream for at least two hours. However, that said there is still ongoing research into why we dream and why. So, what does it mean to dream… Dreams are fascinating and many spend hours trying to unravel the meaning of dreams. Freud believed that to dream about something was a form of wish fulfilment and held the keys to a person desires. He thought that whatever it was the person was to dream about stemmed from reality, even though the dream was not identical to their waking life and could not therefore be taken at face value.

Modern Theory

A more modern neuroscience-focused approach suggests that our dreams help us process difficult life experiences. In particular, the vivid dreams of REM sleep are considered a way to help the brain process waking experiences and regulate emotions.

Read More: https://starzpsychics.com/.../what-does-it-mean-to-dream...

[drvennchiropractic]

"Effects of Blue Light on Sleep and How to Protect Yourself"

In today’s digital age, screens have become an integral part of our lives. Whether it’s our smartphones, laptops, tablets, or televisions, these devices emit a type of light known as blue light. But what exactly is blue light, and how does it affect our sleep? At Venn Chiropractic and Wellness Center in Frisco, TX, we’re more than just your neighborhood chiropractic experts—we’re also dedicated…

[ritaltime]

The Science of Good Sleep: How to Improve Your Sleep Quality

[discoverhowitworks]

The Surprising Role of Sleep in Weight Loss - How to Get Enough Rest for a Healthier You

We often see people focusing solely on diet and exercise when trying to lose weight. However, there is another crucial factor that is often overlooked: sleep. Getting enough sleep is essential for weight loss and overall health. In this article, I will explain why sleep is so important for weight loss and share some tips on how to get a good night's sleep. Maybe you also find The ultimate guide to losing weight fast interesting.

Sleep affects our hunger hormones

One of the main reasons why sleep is important for weight loss is because it affects our hunger hormones. When we don't get enough sleep, our levels of ghrelin, a hormone that stimulates appetite, increase, while our levels of leptin, a hormone that suppresses appetite, decrease. This can lead to increased feelings of hunger and a greater likelihood of overeating. Additionally, when we are tired, we tend to crave foods that are high in sugar and fat, which can derail our weight loss efforts. Lack of sleep can also lead to decreased energy levels and motivation to exercise. When we are tired, we may not have the energy to engage in physical activity, which can make it harder to burn calories and lose weight.

So, how can you get a good night's sleep?

- Stick to a regular sleep schedule. Try to go to bed and wake up at the same time each day. - Create a relaxing bedtime routine. Take a warm bath, read a book, or practice relaxation techniques such as deep breathing or meditation. - Avoid caffeine, alcohol, and nicotine before bedtime. These substances can disrupt sleep. - Make sure your sleeping environment is comfortable. Keep your bedroom cool and dark, and invest in a comfortable mattress and pillows. - Limit screen time before bed. The blue light emitted by electronic devices can interfere with sleep. Getting enough sleep is essential for weight loss and overall health. By regulating our hunger hormones, improving our energy levels, and reducing our cravings for unhealthy foods, sleep can play a critical role in helping us achieve our weight loss goals. By incorporating these tips into your daily routine, you can improve the quality of your sleep and reap the benefits for years to come. Read the full article

[meow--or--never]

I'll write something for this later (it said, like a liar) but I need to get this idea out before I forget

Remy, hearing about the 'partner peeling your orange' trend, gives Remus a orange. And Remus, hearing about the 'partner peeling your orange' trend, decides 'I'm gonna peel this orange so god damn perfectly he *has* to marry me' Then ends up squishing the orange and getting it all over Remy or something

Or vise versa

Remus heard about the trend, before he started dating Remy, and gave Remy an orange. Remy peeled it without a second thought and now Remus thinks they're married

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. I’m very excited to see what the Remus get up to.)

From Remus and Remy’s perspective, Janus and Logan were the ones warping and distorting before being pulled suddenly off to the side and blinking away, and they are left alone to begin their date.

Glow Eyes

“And here we are!" Remus waved his arms around towards the tiny building hosting the art exhibit.

"It's...humble" Remy replied.

"Lesser known art can be just as good!"

The art gallery was crammed in between several other buildings. It had two floors but the bottom one was mostly taken up by the reception and a kids corner where younglings could draw.

Remus paid for them while Remy fumbled with their cane. They didn't really listen to what their friend and the receptionist were saying but their tones were weirdly familiar as if they had talked before.

Remy flinched when they felt a sudden warmth against their hand and looked up to see Remus grinning at them as he took their hand in his. He was still wearing that completely overdressed outfit from the morning. He looked like the epitome of dressing to impress.

They went into the only room on the first floor that actually contained an art piece. The air was light and breezy and the sound of water rippling filled the small room. Some weird contraption that looked sort of like a mini water tank was connected to several different plants.

It seemed like the two of them were the only people there right now so Remy sat down on the floor while watching his friend stare the piece up and down. Before circling around it. Before reading the sign on the wall about it. Before circling it again.

As he thought his nose scrunched up which made his eyebrows furrow so it looked like he was holding back a sneeze.

"Okay. I'm not getting it" He announced.

"Looking real cute tho girlie!"

Remus flexed his arms while smiling "I see that my incredibly masculine aroma is already getting to you"

"Yeeahh y'know that masc stench mixed with plants just really gets me going likeee tottalllyy" Remy joked back.

"Just imagine all the worms and nasty insects that could be hiding in the plants!!" He traced his eyes over the room one more time before holding out his hand to help them up "Wanna check out the upper floor?"

"Nah girl I just wanna go home like immediately...Kidding..Course I wanna" They took his hand "Can you like say that by the way? Like saying you don't get it?"

"Shit is a sniper gonna shot me if I admit to not understanding every single art piece ever" Remus replied dryly.

They shrugged "I just thought you're like the artsy type. I kinda just like assumed telepathic brainwaves just sent the meaning of whatever piece you were looking at straight into your brain”

“Nah nah. Usually I- Oh do you have enough spoons enough to take the stairs?”

“...I guess�� They lied.

“It’s okay. The elevator isn’t locked like at some other places. I’ve checked!”  Remy gratefully let their friend lead them to the elevator. He kept talking as they took the short ride up “Usually I get a hunch for what the piece could mean after looking at it. Like some itch in my brain. And then I gotta think for a while before it clicks. Though if I don’t get the itch like immediately I usually get bored and just leave it which I know! I know! I should give every piece a chance! I just got rats for brains!”

The second floor was empty of people as well. A few paintings were hung on the walls, all of them with surrealist imagery. They walked past the top of the staircase, they could still see parts of the plants from up here.

“I don’t get any itches at all. At most I get some like thought once you’ve explained stuff to me” Remy said.

“Yeah well I’ve stuffed my brain full of information about art. Of course I’m gonna get it more than you!! It took me AGGEES to get anything before I learnt about all those fucked up dudes going around in france and germany during the early 1900′s that created like the base for all of modern art! Like I have NO idea what was going on with Egon Schiele aside from the prostitution addiction but I GEt it!”

Remus was looking at the paintings while he talked. Remy still had their arms locked around his upper arm. They learnt their cheek softly against his shoulder as he talked, even if that meant they had to lean down a little.

“The whole world of art opened up to me when I learnt to hate Bauhaus and the horrible fucking funkis trend!! It’s not even typical art!! It belongs in the category of architecture!! But whenever something goes to shit I can just curse out Bauhaus!”

“God It’s like with Randeen Nicholas!! HATE that guy! He like ruined 2 entire album covers for Miss Britney Spears with his boring ass style!!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but yeah!! FUCK HIM!!”

He smiled at them and lightly bonked his head against theirs which made them laugh. He continued to babble on about what kind of painting techniques the artist could have used to get the effects. Most likely dry brush. Maybe a hint of watercolor crayons.

“I wish I could touch them” Remy said mindlessly “Like when you go into a clothing store getting to feel how the fabric feels and how it was sewn is like tots the best part y’know? Maybe I’d get it more if I could feel it”

Remus made a mental note “That’s not a bad idea”

“Really?” They smiled.

“Yeah. I think I could literally look at paint drying if I got to touch it”

There were only two other rooms on this floor. Remus let his friend choose which way to go and they went to the room where there was a bench. Which they immediately sat down on of course.

There was a projector next to the bench shooting the images of a short film onto the starkly white wall. All of the windows in the room had been covered with thick dotted fabric matching the dotted patterns in the film.

The sound filled the room like fog. A low rumbling that made their ears vibrate. They glanced between the film and Remus. He had formed his fingers into a sort of frame and was looking around the room.

“Whatcha doing? Looking for quick exists in the case of a sudden like assassination attempt?” Remy joked.

“No- Maybe I should do”

It went a few seconds before Remus suddenly bursted into an explosion of stims. His arms flapped as he sat down right next to them on the bench. He leant even closer so his face was right in front of theirs.

“I’m planning! Scheming even!”

Remy let up into a sly smile as they leant closer to him as well “Planning for what?”

When they spoke Remus could feel their breathe blow against his cheeks, that’s how close they were.

“I’ve been talking with Ro-Ro and I’ve talked with the lady in the reception before...I’ve been...We’ve been thinking if maybe it would be possible if I could....I could hold an exhibition here-”

“An Art exhibition? Like showing shit off??”

“Yea-”

Remus didn’t even have time to finish the word before Remy had thrown their arms around him. They hugged him tightly while his arms hang loosely along his sides. He suck in a deep breathe as his cheeks turned pink.

“SHIT-” Remy shot back and let go of him “Sorry I like tots forgot to ask if you were like comfy with a hu-”

This time it was them who got interrupted by a hug as Remus snuggled up against them. Remy smiled as they hugged him back. They felt how he rubbed his hands in circles on their back.

“The exhibition is only gonna be going for at most a week. And it’s mostly ‘cause Ro-Ro donated money to the gallery I’m pretty sure” Remus mumbled out.

“Still. Isn’t it like kinda cool?”

Remy moved back from the hug but cupped his cheeks instead. Remus smittened into just a touch of a shy laugh.

“I guess it is kinda cool yeaah”

“Does it have like a theme? Like I dunno murder? Stigmata?”

Remus moved his hand on top of theirs while lowering his eyes “Yeah I uhh I kinda wanna do it about...Os...Or- well I mean more in general about like abuse”

“You sure you could handle that?”

“I want to” He squeezed onto their hand “I wanna get better”

“And this’ll like help?”

“Os is like a sickness filling me. I gotta vomit him up onto paper- I mean- I know it won’t fix me! But I think just- Just putting it into words- Or well art would help y’know? An-and I’ve been thinking that maybe if I’m able to express it with art I will be able to start talking about it with a therapist or something!”

Remy couldn’t hold back their look for surprise “A therapist?”

“Yeah” Remus’ smile staggered a little “I’d never really thought about the possibility of actually getting help ‘cause I wasn’t able to talk about what Os had done with anyone until-” He fidgeted with his thumbs “Until I told you”

He met their eyes and saw as the surprise fell away from their face. The look in their eyes turned soft as they waited for him to continue.

“I’d never really thought ‘bout actually like having a future. It felt like I was dead. Like in limbo y’know? Like my corpse was still in his apartment...But I’ve started to look forward to things again....I’ve started to look forward to seeing you”

The short film shifted scenes making the room suddenly lit up in a bright green. Remus could see his blushing cheeks being reflected in Remy’s eyes.

“...Like there’s some horror films I wanna go see with you at the cinema...And I would love if you could like sew a piece for the exhibition..And I’d think going on a trip with you would be really fun...We could go grave robbing and stuff” Remus continued, stumbling slightly over his words.

Words began to flash on the screen. A calming blue against starkly white. Drops of water echoed through the speakers every now and again.

‘YOU ARE NOW APPROXIMATELY 1895 KILOMETERS, 9 METERS AWAY FROM WHERE ANGEL NIEVES DIAZ WAS KILLED’

Remy shifted in their seat. A few strings of their hair fell down in front of their eyes as they pulled their knees up to their chest. The shoelaces on both of their shoes were untied because they had been just about too high to remember how to do it.

‘AND ABOUT 7 YEARS, 11 MONTHS, 3 DAYS AND 15 HOURS TO LATE TOO SEE IT’

Their lips parsed for just a moment as if they were about to say something before they instead bit on the inside of their cheek. It was so quiet they could hear Remus’ calm breathing. No one else was there. It was only the two of them. And the speaker kept playing the rhythmic drops of rain, or if it was medicine, or poison.

‘IT TOOK HIM 34 MINUTES TO DIE FROM THE LETHAL INJECTION HE WAS GIVEN BY THE STATE’

It was like a strain lifted as Remy relaxed their shoulders and turned to look at Remus “I think I wanna look forward to going to your exhibition. That’ll be my goal”

“Oh I’m flattered-”

“I don’t wanna be high. I wanna see your art without being high. And I wanna be with you without being like high” Remy continued.

Remus let up into a toothy grin and took their hands in his “That sounds like a GREAT goal!”

“What was it you wanted me to make for the exhibition?”

“You don’t have to”

“I want to! I would like tots really like love to”

“BEaaannieee I got loads of ideas! Let me show you-”

Remus leant down to pick his sketchbook out of his bag but stopped mid motion. He glanced up at the screen recounting another murder and took a deep breathe. It was just them. He was now approximately as close as he could to them. Approximately as alone as he could be with them.

“I can show you some other time” Remus said as he went back to holding their hands.

Remy circled their thumb against his palm “Anything wrong?”

“No. No” He chuckled “I just don’t think I said everything I wanted to before”

“...About the grave robbing?” 

“No- Kinda. Maybe”

Remy noticed that his hands were trembling ever so slightly and made sure to lean closer. They tilted their head a little as he searched for words.

“You’ve made me feel alive again Beanie” Remus said as sincerely as he could. He had to gulp back a lump of worry before he continued “You haven’t just like helped me start to think about my future again. You are my future. Whenever I imagine what I want to do you are always a part of it”

The worry disappeared from Remus as soon as he saw Remy’s expression lit up into what could best be called unbridled joy. Maybe even mixed with some anticipation for what he would say next.

“I think I have- No. I know” Remus let out “I know I’m in love with you Remy”

As soon as Remy opened their mouth a dorky laugh left their lips followed by giggling. They blushed so hard their pale skin looked completely pink. Remus couldn’t help but laugh along as he leant his forehead against theirs.

“I’ve got a big stupid gigantic fucking crush on you too Remus!!” They giggled out.

“You doooOOooOOoo”

“I like tooootsss dooo girl!!”

Remus’ cheeks hurt from how hard he was smiling “You’re pretty cooool”

“No but like seriously” Remy moved their arms around his shoulders and bonked their forehead a bit extra into his “It’s so scary to like fall in love again after getting hurt like..like we have...so uhm like...Thanks for trusting me enough to like confess”

“Same to you. I never feel as safe as when I am with you”

“When I’m with you my nightmares lessen”

The two of them shared a quiet moment of simply looking at each other with the new context, the new comfort, of knowing that the other loved them. Remus scrunched his nose to bop it against their nose which made them laugh.

Remus let his hand wander up to his lips before reaching out and gently tracing his finger against Remy’s lips. Their lips which were so close it made his head spin a little.

He looked up and met their eyes. They looked at him with such warmth and he felt how they loosened the way they were holding him. As if they were telling him it was okay if he took his time.

“Can I kiss you?” The words stumbled out before he could stop them.

Remy smiled even brighter “Yes! Please!! Finally!”

Remus grinned back at them before leaning in and-

There have been far too many times when both of their’s privacy have been forced away from them against their will.

Let’s let them have this moment to themself, shall we.

[meow--or--never]

Writing this for my plural Remy intrusleep au because 🫶🫶🫶

Remus pulled away from the kiss slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Remy didn’t kiss like that. This wasn’t Remy. But who was it then? It looked like Remy. But.. Did someone steal his skin? Remus felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Was it a demon? A ghost? He caught himself staring into Remy’s– no, whoever was possessing Remy’s– eyes. He swallowed when it looked away. 

“You can tell, can’t you.'' It wasn’t a question, Remus could tell this even if it didn’t have Remy's typical sarcastic not-a-question tone. It sighed. “Let me finish before I speak. I didn’t choose to start fronting, I was– has Remy told you about us? Oh, nevermind, probably not. Either way, I don't wish to be here either.” 

Remus was able to breathe, but only because his body forced him to. “What?”

“Ugh, must I really explain it myself? I’m Dice.” He held out his hand after pushing the body’s hair back. “We’re a system, Remy isn’t fronting right now, as much as he wishes he was, I’m sure.” He grabbed a napkin from Remy’s bag to wipe at his lips. 

Remus nodded slightly. Oh, okay. He had heard about that before, he thinks. “So not possessed?”

Dice rolled his eyes. “That’s correct.”

Prompt #1,681

That wasn't Character A.

Character B's breath froze in their lungs, staring back at the unfamiliar, apathetic gaze of whoever – whatever – was possessing Character A's body. Several seconds passed as both watched the other without a sound (save for the pounding of blood Character B felt more than heard from their heart) – but the one in Character A's body looked away first.

"You can tell, can't you." It wasn't a question. It didn't have the cadence Character A would use when asking a not-question, but it wasn't a question. "Before you say anything, you should know I don't want to be here any more than you want me to. I'm waiting for Character A to get back, same as you."

Character B's breath escaped them at those words – all at once and in a wheeze. "What?"

[unjest]

ok i HIGHLY doubt ill be making any more attacks so here's artfight 2023 part 2! mostly revenges in this batch lol

Commish (entipikal) | Durango (DodgeDurango) Benji (Toxinlem) | Floof (AguyNameLex) High Tide (@zsteube) | new design (asunaro) Lukas (ANBpokeball) | Sigrid (WillowCross) Pripyat (CrowsTalonStudios) | Salem (remsleep) Kashmir (also remsleep)

[wtfdemother]

What do I have here? SleepParalysis!König oh boy… NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 15 ☃️🤝 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜-

post dividers by tsunami-of-tears

CW: Dubious Cunnilingus, tit job, oral but he doesn’t go all the way. just the tip. He’s very gentle, you just can’t move. So… technically somno? basically i’m revenging against my sleep paralysis and lack of a good night’s sleep by making it ho🎺y.

SleepParalysis!König X REMSleep!Reader

SleepParalysis!König who slinks one quiet night into your quarters, infatuated with sleeping old you. Think of him as your own personally assigned guardian demon, cause he sure ain’t no angel. But for you, he’ll gladly staple feathers to his back, watch it bleed with his devotion. He’ll mold a halo out of scalding iron, the burn is lukewarm compared to the love he has burning in his heart for you.

SleepParalysis!König who doesn’t quite know how to approach you, on account of his appearance. He’ll frighten you, or so he believes. He oftentimes gets in his own way, his heart aches whenever you make a face whenever he comes close, knowing that his presence overwhelms you like a sack of bricks to your chest. He just wants to hold you.

SleepParalysis!König who one fateful evening, couldn’t bear it any longer. The control that was holding him back snapped, your hair was fluffy and smelled so good from the corner he lurked in, you’d just taken a shower and put on some pj’s, ready to turn in for the night. You looked so soft, so ethereal in his darkened gaze. Just a taste, just one.

SleepParalysis!König who waits until you’re fast asleep, he couldn’t risk you seeing him. What if you scream, curse the very existence of his being? He’ll shatter, he knows he’s too much, but he can’t help it. He stalks towards you, the mattress groans underneath the giant’s weight, carefully he creeps up to your sleeping form. He has to do this right, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he didn’t make you feel good.

SleepParalysis!König who carefully wraps his blackened digits under the hem of your flannel bottoms, slowly he tugs them down in a gentle fashion. Tentatively, he looks up and finds you still sleeping. Good. Another tug, until the burn pooling below his belly proves too much and he’s nestled himself between your plush thighs, burying his nose in your clothed cunt. He inhales deeply. Your panties are fresh out of the dryer, your clothes smell of fresh laundry soap, the sharp floral contrast of your shampoo lulls him onto cloud nine.

SleepParalysis!König who unwraps your pussy from your underwear like it’s a Christmas present, slowly peeling back the fabric that hid his most delicious treasure. He places the softest of kisses along your plump, fuzzy lips, following your slit until he’s face deep in your pussy, aquiline nose bumping clumsily on your clit while his tongue desperately darted out to seek your entrance.

SleepParalysis!König who eats you out with such tenderness, your little hole unnecessarily tight from your sleeping state. Oh, how he wants to bury himself to the hilt inside you, feel you wrap deliciously around his painful arousal, forget about the world in its entirety and only remember you. He groans into you, relishing in the soft moans that escaped your pretty lips from being eaten out, how desperate your body was to be filled even while unconscious.

SleepParalysis!König who bucks his hips against the sheets, wanting some friction to soothe the ache in his crotch. He wants to feel good too, Schatz, not only lavish in the slick juices of your sweet cunt. He waits until your gushing fluids on his tongue, König swears he could cum from that alone, your hole clenching uselessly around nothing while he suckles at your clit. Such a good girl… keep squirting while he pries your thighs apart with his massive hands, no don’t close them…

SleepParalysis!König who settles himself on his knees, the mattress decompressing underneath him while he scoots his way up your torso. His thighs practically swallow you whole as he straddles you, you begin to feel a familiar weight on your chest. He hushes and coos for you to fall back asleep. “Schlaf meine Liebe, geh wieder schlafen…” He’s so lucky you’re wearing a button-up shirt, cotton and red. Is it flannel again? So soft… he palms your breasts with an eager touch, feeling your nipples pebble underneath his thumbs.

SleepParalysis!König who lets out a shuddering sigh at the sight, he leans down to kiss you on your forehead, a silent apology for what he’s about to do. He pulls himself free, nestling his cock in between the warmth of your tits, like a balm on his aching prick. He marvels at the fat pooling between his finger tips, his hips act on their own. Slow and steady thrusts as he watches his shaft and tip disappear between your soft breasts.

SleepParalysis!König who fails to bite back a groan, he whines your name out into the open air, indistinctly muttering about how good you are to him, he can’t take it anymore. His leaky, uncut tip meets with your resting lips for a lewd, salty kiss. Tears begin to prick the corners of the demon’s eyes, it’s too good to stop, he’s terrified that you’ll wake up. The middle of your chest is slick with his arousal, your tits red with his rough handprints, he’s so close, Schatz. More, more, more, his thighs burn from rocking back and forth but he’s so close.

SleepParalyses!König who disappears the second your eyes shot open. You sit up, check yourself, looking on either side of you. But nothing. It was just a dream, your top is buttoned and your pyjamas are pulled up. You could’ve sworn he was there, that shadowy figure, lying on top of you like he always does. That damn weight on your chest, limiting your body. You pressed your lips into a fine line when you shift from your spot and feel that your panties are drenched.

Okay so… so you might’ve left him with history’s bluest balls? It’s fine, though. Now he has another excuse to come visit you. Next time, he’ll make sure his unspent cock pumps loads in you tomorrow night. For safe keeping.