#get sleep anon

[hinamie]

mentor

[sad-leon]

"i dont hate you"

how long could they argue without thinking they're hated by each other. how long until they can't take it anymore

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: and there was only one bed!! :00

Because of course I just had to do this trope

This is the first and last time they decide to sleep in an inn and they have an unspoken agreement to pretend this never happened

[l3viat8an]

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

[novacqnes]

✩ nights like this // sevika

⋆ summary: no coherent thoughts…just stressed councilmember!sevika coming home to you after a rough day.

⋆ warnings: a shit ton of sappiness & fluff, reader loving on sevika

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 1.3k

embers of scarlet and coral smacked against the screen of the fireplace, silently stirring sevika from a trance. her head pounded against her skull, locking the rest of her body into place. now this sofa, cheaply made of leather and nylon, was her only comfort. fragments of light reflected off the glass windows, briefly illuminating the door right across from her. in its midst she could single out a you-shaped figure leaning against the doorway. small crescents adorned your eyes as you rubbed away the fatigue in them.

“come to bed,” you whispered, trudging towards her. you hit the sofa with a soft thud, pressing a light kiss to sevika’s soft lips.

she let out a low groan, snaking an arm around your waist, “not yet, go on without me.”

you nibbled on your lower lip, tilting your head to the side as you inspected sevika’s face. her features were tense, eyebrows drawn together with sharp, pensive lines decorating the space between them. her legs were fixed into the ground, boots still on, which was completely uncharacteristic of sevika. for a brief moment, her hazy grey eyes struck yours, they were gentle and radiant. it always amazed you just how hypnotic they could be. they revealed everything about this woman, but this time they weren’t brimming with intense sexual desire but a fervent need for comfort. 

“that bad?”

she shrugged, “something like that.” you waited for her to say more, but nothing else came. rather, you were greeted by an uncomfortable silence and the impossible task of trying to read her mind. her eyes flickered between the fire and your eyes, calling, screaming, pleading out to you so that there was no need for words. sevika’s body was rigid against yours; she looked as if she’d crawl from her own skin and right into the sofa. she detested this feeling. you couldn’t know. you couldn’t see. she needed to protect you. that’s what she told herself as images of the council and their disapproving glares riddled her mind. deeper and deeper, she became trapped within her own mind, leaving you with no option but to intervene. 

she felt your hands on her thighs first, slowly traveling down to her calves before reaching her boots. 

“let’s take these off,” you cooed. 

you started at the dark laces, pulling each one through the silver loops that decorated the sides. once this was done, you tugged them off sevika’s legs, exposing her fluffy rainbow socks. your lips perked up into a smile as your girlfriend quickly looked away, fighting to keep a straight face. it was progress, although you could see that she wasn’t fully comfortable, so you kept at it moving behind her.

you reached for her cloak, peering down at her for approval. “this okay?”

“mhmm….” sevika nodded, sinking further into the couch. she closed her eyes, humming lowly as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly began to rise. sevika’s skin burned with each slight touch of your hands against her body. warm and hot with determination, you ran them across her smooth skin, moving to undress her in one quick beat. with the cloak tossed to the side, you peeled off her vest, shirt, and bra, leaving her exposed before you. you ran your palms over her sculpted chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath you.

“you’re with me, relax baby.”

she sighed, “i’m trying….i just hate bringing this shit home to you.”

you brought your hands to her face, rubbing your thumb along the scarred skin of her cheek. her eyes were reluctant at first, but you continued with a soft tone emanating from your voice, “look at me sevika, i’m okay. just let me take care of you.”

you moved the dark strands of hair from her face, eager to meet her eye. they were gorgeous. half-lidded and heavy, they were trained on your face, unwavering in spite of the fatigue that pulled on them. it was like a silent battle, a fight that you only saw slight glimpses of before, but sevika’s mask was cracking. in piltover she was utterly alone, and the mere thought of her shouldering that burden chewed at your soul. thus you moved your hands to sevika’s shoulders, desperate to be the support that she needed. once more you looked at her face for a response. silently she nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw before leaning back. 

time slipped by as you undressed her, softly massaging her skin, freeing her from the strain that tore through her body. slowly her features grew more relaxed, shooting you small grins every once in a while as you worked. from the corner of your eyes, a bright halo and its golden rays peeked into your home through the window. half of the living room was illuminated with a faint yellow glow, making visible the antique table in the center of the room and the rest of sevika’s body.

“how’s this?” you hummed, massaging out the kinks in her neck.

she slurred, “perfect…i swear if i have to hear the word contingency agai—“ 

“you’re doing the best you can.”

sevika shook her head as you removed your hands from her shoulders. “it’s not enough. y/n you should see the look on some of their faces; it’s like they don’t even see me.” hurt, frustration, and anger, it spilled from her in one stifled breath. you moved swiftly to her side, cupping her hand in yours. the two of you sat in silence, caught in the sun’s warmth. 

“sev,” you began, “you’re one person, you can’t put that on yourself.”

“i have too,” she whispered, her voice small. sevika’s eyes stung, they begged her to close them and stumble into your bed, but her mind argued the opposite. doubt crept to the forefront of her brain, pervading her perceptions of herself. was she strong enough to do this? could she be enough for you? in the midst of the murky clouds there was no definite answer, and that tormented sevika beyond belief. she’d stayed up for hours, the allure of sleep looming over her as she clawed for an answer, desperately seeking it in the form of solitude.

“i’ll go with you to piltover.” 

her eyes widened, a sheepish grin taking hold of her face as sevika brought a hand to her mouth, “oh, you wouldn’t last a second.”

“what?” you sputtered, playfully smacking her hand away. “i’ll go everyday if i have too…i hate sleeping by myself.” 

she let out a low chuckle, snapping her neck towards the sunrise, taking in the bright, soft pink and yellow hues that fully lit up the room. sevika looked back towards you, her heart beaming with an intense longing and love for the person before her. she adored the way the colors merged with your skin, basking you in a warm glow of sunlight. it captured your beauty like no other, making your girlfriend fall even deeper for you. bare and exhausted, sevika yearned to pull you close. she wanted to feel your skin hot against hers as you floated into a deep slumber, fleeing the world and its worries for just a moment. this was her answer. 

“i love you so fucking much.”

“do you?” you teased, leaning in to place delicate kisses to the underside of her chin.

she nodded, “yeah baby, i do.”

you moved to her ear, allowing your breath to lightly tickle the sensitive skin, “then you know that you don’t owe anyone anything. not those council members. not even us zaunites. you can walk away, and i will love you all the same. i just want you happy.”

“this makes me happy,” sevika smiled, rising from the couch before quickly scooping you up in her arms. 

“good, let’s go to bed.”

[kaddyssammlung]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

krakoa cherik constantly having sleepovers at each others houses

they never slept alone since day one ☝️ (until the divorce)

Im so sorry this was my immediate first thought

[bi-writes]

I NEED SIMON SO BAD OHHHHH MY GOD the begging mob wife gives him loorrdddddddddd the whole “you said i can have anything i want can’t i have this” good god. i love a man who chubs up at the thought of making his girl’s life easier there is literally nothing hotter than when a guy gets sooooooo excited to do something for me but he tries to pace himself and not complete it too fast so the moment isn’t over too soon UGH!!! he’s so hot i would let him fuck me unconscious

simon is just too down bad for his girl, what can i say? ;)

she say sit, he sits. she says bark, he barks. and dammit, if she says let me have it, he's gonna let her have it smh. he can't have word going around he's refusing his girl's wants ;(

[sorryimananti-romantic]

as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻‍♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!

bro.

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF

AND HE LOOKED THIS HOT ANYWAY???

I. AM. NOT. OKAY.

[somerandomdudelmao]

this is so bad that people are asking you when your comic updates are so they can sleep.

Yall really SHOULDN'T do that, its messed up, im just speaking from my standpoint but hearing stuff like that i wouldn't even Want to update anymore or announce wips or anything with all this "when is it coming out? can i sleep? can i do this? is it coming out soon?" i mean asking for WIPS of the comic seems fine but asking when its coming out bc its affecting you is wild. and not good. imagine what type of stress that is on a person to know that people arent taking care of themselves until the comic comes out.

idk it feels like some of yall dont know how to act. this comic is a passion project if anything. it just seems. so unhealthy and offputting to deal with this from an audience. idk.

:т

[todayisafridaynight]

[mmmairon]

Hi mairon! I love the self insert comfort you did it was so cute! Would you be able to make some more? Possibly diluc taking care of someone like the girl you did in the last one — maybe putting them to bed because I’m suffering w my insomnia right now 😅 if you can’t dw!

oh, to be tucked snugly into bed by Diluc Ragnvindr

[devourable]

So for sterling… what if darling and him had to room together for dorms or for a field trip???

risky/semi public(?), degradation, nsfw // mdni . gn bottom reader x sterling c. (male yandere prodigy)

helplessly gripping the bed sheets beneath you, weak little whimpers and gasps squeaked through the gaps of sterling’s fingers, which were clamped around your mouth and jerked your head back slightly every time he slammed back into you.

“keep that voice down, slut,” he muttered, his hazel eyes staring into yours. “that pretty voice is mine. don’t want anyone else to hear you like this.”

it was so hard to keep it together. you were the only two that had retreated to your hotel room for the night, and the sounds of footsteps and voices passing by the door every so often gripped you with fear — but the feeling only added to the immense pleasure of sterling burying his dick deep in you. and sterling knew it, with how you noticeably tightened on his length each time the risk of getting caught presented itself.

he slid his hands to your chin. cupped your face and tilted you further back to kiss you.

“bet everyone already knows you’re getting fucked right now anyway,” he panted between kisses, as if he read your mind. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you? want everyone to know how much of a fucking harlot you are?”

you couldn’t even respond, only able to let out a strangled whine when his length pushed against your sweet spot. sterling could only chuckle softly as he pushed you back against the bed. his hands moved down to your hips and raised them so your ass was pressed against him more firmly, and he began thrusting into you at a quicker pace. to stifle your moans and keep from alerting any potential listeners, you desperately buried your face into the pillow under you and let it out there — it was all sterling could do to keep from lifting your head back up and forcing you to cry out into the night, just so he could degrade you further.

“just wait till we’re really alone again,” he huffed, curling over you with his forehead pressed to the nape of your neck. “fuck, i wanna hear you cry.”

if every night was gonna be like this, you were in for a really long trip. whether that bothered you or not, you weren’t sure — but what you were sure of?

like everything else in your life, sterling would not make it easy for you.

[ask-turbotime-seasons]

I don’t relly have anything to offer so I’m gonna gib everyone a hug

- stupid anon

|| They actually hate each other.

[sysig]

Hi, sorry to be anon, but can I ask to see the Vargas family post trick or treating? Divying the goods, or just being tired from the event? Thank you and Happy Halloween!

Day 30 - Fine, but you're taking nightmare duty

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Kindly asking you to tell the class about your gilf Constance x teen ford thoughts

oh anon you want my thoughts?? You want my THOUGHTS on teen ford x gilf constance?? MY thoughts?? my gilf loving and teen ford loving thoughts?? oh bitch ill give you my fucking THOUGHTS

So fuck it lets do a 2stans here because ive grown some damn empathy and realized i want this little loser to finally get some of his sisters delicious pussy and even better his SUPER HOT COUGAR GILF OF A SISTER. all her curves of her ass hips thighs and tits all filled out. corset/girdle and tights and pants and buttons on her suit shirt fighting for their LIVES with how tightly squeezed into all of it and so is ford, with how hard he already is. teen constance can mald about it but this isnt about her rn

but you know how old stan would totaly fluster the hell out of teen ford, well imagine that BUT SO MUCH WORSE. constance would flirt and play with teen fords hair and glasses and kiss his cheek and bend over unnecessarily infront of him just to get a rise out of him and it WORKS every single fucking time. shes just a hot hot older woman and hes a weak teen boy barely in control of his hormones with his oblivious same age sister, but here Stan is TOYING WITH HIM SO MUCH AND DRIVING HIM CRAZY, it takes no time for him to be on hands and knees for her WHEEZING AND BEGGING FOR A CHANCE

making out already has him be a whimpering mess on top of he and hes so cute HES SO CUTE TO CONSTANCE. so red and clearly having no idea wtf hes doing but hes humping her thigh already hard as hell and his hands are trying to get on as much of her as he can, especially all over her boobs the pervy little thing but can you fucking blame him. whatevers holding them up is his mortal enemy, but just about hes gonna let his teenage aggression get him constance is like "you wanna slide in there?"

"are you you serious??"

"why not" with a familiar but way WAY more dangerous smile with all her red lipstick smudged across and ford almost cums right there on the spot.

and when hes in her, barely two minutes and he's already milking himself in her in whimpers and crying, pathetic teen stamina failing him so bad as hes just riding it out and rutting in her desperately. hes red as hell from embarrassment but constance would have a fucking virgin kink and be SOOO fucking turned on HOLY SHIT. her brother was always cute but GOD hes so fucking cute when hes blushing sweaty and humiliated and profusely apologizing to her  while still barely controlling his humping.

its so hot, ford is so fucking hot to her. even if he tries to guilty pull away she'll wrap her legs and big fat thighs around his skinny waist and forces him to cockwarm in her. ofc this just turns ford on even more and theyre back at square one.

then when she makes him eat her out because hey she still hasnt cum, would you please be a dear sixer and help this lady get off. obviously he wouldnt know what THE FUCK hes doing but he'll do it, overly enthusiastic and unskilled and thats the hottest thing ever to her just to watch and feel how eager he is, lapping up his own cum without complaint because of the TASTE of her, this tongue moving against her like hes dying of fucking thirst until she finally comes all over his face, and theyre both euphoric and ford cant believe how fucking hot his sis grew up to be and how that blissful look on her face is because of HIM. stan is eyeing up how ADORABLY proud ford is. square one. AGAIN.  youd think their staminas would be shit but everything here aligns perfectly for them anon you dont get it

also teen constance, wherever she is is just mad as hell ford ditched her for a grandma. shes not THAT hot. ford cant be that into power suits or cougars. god bless her