#okay i'm getting so tired i need to sleep...

[rhettrosunsets]

Never Too Much - Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: You're struggling to fall asleep because your mind won't stop racing, but luckily Bob is right there to help you and knows exactly what to do.

Masterlist

Warnings: Reader sort of shows ADHD symptoms but is never mentioned as having it (based off my own experiences.) Reader is described to be very talkative most times and very bright. Reader lays on Bob's chest. Reader does overthink a bit. Bob calls reader petnames like Baby and Sunshine. No use of Y/N. No Physical description of reader.

Notes: Can be seen as a sequel to- 'Too Much?' but you don't need to read that one to understand this.

The day had been amazing. You and Bob had stopped for a morning coffee, you guys took a walk around the park, and you’d even managed to watch a few episodes of a show the two of you binge watch together without you rambling off on a story or the two of you getting interrupted by another member of the team.

It had been going great, and you felt calm, collected and just overall very happy. It was such a nice feeling after the last few days of feeling off, you could ramble freely and you didn’t feel guilty anymore. You thought this might even carry over and you’d be out of the woods from your brains overthinking for a while, and to be honest, you were excited about it.

Well, that was until it came time to go to sleep

Bob had turned off the light after you two had read together, his arms were curled around you pulling you into his chest, the bed was so comfortable and felt like you were laying on clouds, even the temperature was so perfect that you could cuddle into the blankets and Bob, and not feel the slightest overheated.

So what was the problem then? Your brain. It wouldn’t shut up. You’d been laying in bed for the last twenty minutes trying to get your brain to shut off, to let you just curl into your comfortable boyfriend and get the sleep your body desperately needed. But instead, you just got the most absurd questions repeating in your head. You shifted a bit in Bob’s hold, sniffling slightly as you were just so frustrated. You wanted to sleep so badly, but you just couldn’t.

Bob had already been near sleep when you started shifting in his hold, but that wasn’t always uncommon. You’d always been a bit of a wiggly sleeper, with you often waking up all the way on his chest sprawled out with your face buried in the place where his shoulder met his neck. But what caught him off guard were the small sniffles you were letting out, as you shifted. He lifted his head, blinking blearily as he ran his hand down your arm, whispering “You okay, baby?”

You sniffled again as you turned your head and shifted in Bob’s arms to see him looking down at you. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you up.” you said before turning back to face the other way, trying to let Bob just go back to sleep. Just because your brain wouldn’t shut up didn’t mean you had to keep him up as well.

But Bob knew your tells by now, and he knew when you were lying just to please him or try not to burden someone, and he didn’t believe you for a second. He gently turned you to face him, and his heart broke seeing the tear streaks running down your face. His hand reached out and he wiped away the tears still falling with the pad of his thumb. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?”

You smiled weakly at the nickname before more tears began to fall as you explained. "M'so tired, and I really just want to sleep and everything has been so perfect today, the beds so comfortable, I'm in your arms, but my brain just won't shut up. I’ve tried everything and I just can’t seem to turn my brain off, and now I feel stupid because you were almost asleep yourself and now you’re up because my brain just won’t be quiet.” You muster out through teary shaky breaths bringing your hands up to aggressively wipe your eyes.

“Hey, hey, look at me, sunshine.” Bob says as he gently as he reaches out and gently takes your hands in his to keep you from accidentally irritating your eyes. “You’re not stupid because you can’t fall asleep, and I’m happy to be up with you, spending time with you is my favorite part of the day, baby. I just think you’re exhausted and you're overwhelmed sunshine, but that doesn’t make you stupid or a bother.”

Bob looks down at you, shifting slightly so he's fully sat up against the head boards and opens his arms so you can shift between his legs and lay your back against his chest, something he knows helps you when you're having extra stressful days. “C’mere baby, I've got you.”

You scooch back and feel your back meet his chest, before you recline and let him wrap your arms around you, while you find his hands and put yours on top of his. Bob sighs contently as he feels you pressed against him and whispers “I think we should try something if it’s okay with you, baby.”

You turn your head slightly to meet his comforting gaze, and squeeze his hand. “What are you thinking?” you ask quietly, your voice still uneven and shaky.

Bob smiles, “I think you should tell me whatever’s going through your head. Any of it, I wanna hear it baby. I think maybe if you try talking about what’s overloading your brain, then maybe you’ll be able to relax easier, and even if it doesn’t it still means I get to hear your beautiful voice.” You let out a teary giggle before asking, “even if it's stupid?”

Bob smiled as his hands intertwined with yours and gently squeezed. “Baby, I love hearing you talk no matter what it’s about, trust me on this one.”

You took a deep breath and started thinking before softly speaking “Did you know cows have best friends?” you asked in a small voice, leaning further back into your boyfriend. Bob chuckled softly looking down to see your expression, “Really?” 

You nodded before continuing, “Mhmm. They’ve done studies and stuff, and when the cows are put with other cows they don’t know their heartraces increase and stuff, but when they’re put with other cows their friendly with their heart rates go down.”

Bob chuckles and kisses your temple “That's adorable baby, what else?” You think for a moment before lighting up slightly, “Bunnies actually do jump for joy. They get jumpy when they’re happy and it’s called a binky when they do that. And, Oh! Oh, sea otters hold hands when they sleep to prevent drifting apart.”

Bob smiled seeing you light up explaining all these cool little facts, and he cherished every moment that you felt comfortable enough to do this, because honestly? He just loved getting to hear you talk and hear you in your element.

He let you ramble on for a few more minutes, before you slowly started blinking heavier and heavier, and your voice began to drop ever so slightly, indicating to him that this was working, and your exhaustion was finally catching up with your brain. He gently shifted you up, so you were now laying with your stomach to his chest and your cheek resting next to his heart. Before he whispered gently in your ear “Wanna know a cool fact that I know baby?”

Your drooping eyes blinked open tiredly as you nodded into his chest as you hummed “Mhmm, what is it?” Bob let his hand run up and down your back as he leaned down and whispered, “It’s a fact that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything else, sunshine.” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled softly and looked Bob in the eyes before tiredly whispering, “I love you, so much.”

Bob smiled, and just whispered “go to sleep, i’ve got you baby.

And while you may have had a hitch in your plans for the day while trying to sleep, you knew one thing. Bob was a constant in your life, and he had no plan on ever leaving, which was enough for your brain to finally settle down and let you rest for the night.

[yearninflowers]

Imagine…

You just got back home after a day of work, wanting to immediately plop down on your bed, sleeping the tiredness away—yet you were surprised by the appearance of your boyfriend in the kitchen, who was preparing a meal for you. He laughed innocently, teasing you for having even darker panda eyes as he served the hot meal on the table.

“Tough day at work again, love?” He asked while grabbing a spoon and a fork for you to use.

Phainon—your boyfriend—ushered you to sit on the chair across the table. He grinned amicably, waiting for you to take your seat and eat the meal he had prepared for you. Though a little forced and tired, you let out a heavy sigh and followed his request. 

Sitting down in the chair, you eventually looked at him from across the small table. Technically, the table was small enough for your and Phainon's legs to be touching each other. It wasn't really a table suited for two people, after all. Ignoring the way he seemed to be playful as he kept on touching your foot with his own, you grabbed the fork and stabbed it into the pancakes he had made.

“Why pancakes?” You looked up to Phainon, awaiting an answer to your question. He seemed to ponder for a moment before grinning like a little kid at you.

“You only had noodles here, so I thought making pancakes was better.”

Ah, right. You forgot you only stocked noodles in your house. Because your daily activities were mostly outside (and most of it was for work), excluding weekends, you hadn't really thought of buying any other food.

Phainon knew that and kindly made something else so you wouldn't get appendicitis after all the noodles you ate in one week. Well, two noodles a week wasn't that bad, right?

“Nu uh, I know what you're thinking. Too many noodles are bad, Y/N.”

Phainon looked a little angry. His lips had turned into a pout when you looked up again. He seemed to worry about you more than you thought.

“It's okay. I eat not-noodles at work anyway.”

He sighed at your answer. Goodness, you are just too stubborn for your own good. Couldn't you take his care far more seriously? It wasn't as if what he was talking about was all nonsense. He was really worried about you. What if you get sick enough that you have to stay at the hospital? He can't have that!

Based on the faraway look in Phainon's eyes, you knew he was in his inner worry for you. You simply just ate away the pancakes he had made, ignoring the intense gaze after he finished his inner monologue or something. After a bite or two, you noticed you had already finished all the pancakes he had made. Were you really that hungry?

Perhaps so—you thought as you stood up from the chair, carrying the plate and the utensils to the kitchen sink. You turned the faucet on, watering the plate and everything before leaving it on the sink to soften the crumbs that had hardened on the plate (or, as you liked to call it, procrastinating until someone would do it for you).

And bingo!

Phainon followed you and did the dishes for you.

“You should wash them immediately, love.” He pinched your nose before turning the water on and finishing the work you had left. “Don't procrastinate too much.”

You agreed silently in your mind and hummed as a response—you really should stop procrastinating everything before it all hits you in the head and you need to finish them all at the same time—yet Phainon, who couldn't see your expression to have a small clue of what you were thinking, thought you were just agreeing to him as if he was talking nonsense.

The moment he finished washing and drying his hands, he went to you and grabbed your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes with an indescribable yet serious face.

“Don't just ‘hmm’ me, Y/N.”

He was pouting again.

“Yes, yes, I know. I'm just too tired right now.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. The grip on your shoulders loosened its strength, and you pushed him away slightly to get away. Phainon looked briefly surprised before following you again. You were just getting water.

Looking at the pouting Phainon beside you, the image of a big, fluffy white dog entered your mind. He really was the embodiment of a cute dog.

“Don't pout like that.” You said in between sips, watching as Phainon stopped pouting immediately after hearing your words. He let his gaze wander away from your figure and grumbled some nonsense like ‘No, I wasn't pouting’ despite the obvious act he did. Other than being an adorable puppy, he was such a big baby.

You let out a laugh, putting the cup down on the counter before cupping Phainon's face.

“Oh, Phai, you're so cute, hm?” With tired eyes, you looked at him like he was the most precious thing on earth—cooing at him with a soft tone similar to one you'd have when talking to a baby.

He groaned away at your blatant act of babying him, yet he didn't let go of the hands on his cheeks. There was no way he never liked your touches on him—it was rare for you to be so affectionate with him. These moments, while rarely happening, would mostly occur when you were tired and couldn't think straight.

Phainon suddenly went closer to your face and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

“Woah—” You muttered in surprise, briefly letting go of your boyfriend's cheeks, yet he quickly forced them back.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, eyeing your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes that seemed too tired to care. Phainon knew you were going to agree to this, of course, like any other time he had intruded on your house.

Your eyes narrowed down, wondering if it was alright for him to kiss you more.

“Oh, come on, love; haven't I been good not bothering you at work?”

That was right. Before you told him to not bother you during work hours, Phainon would blow up your phone with messages that were mostly filled with him telling you ‘I miss you’, ‘I love you’, ‘I want to see you’, and more. He was a tad bit overbearing in that part.

Realizing that he did send you fewer messages during work hours, you relented, nodding your head to his whimsical request.

Goodness gracious, he kept on kissing you.

First, your lips again—a little longer than before. Then, he went to your cheeks, smooching them as he deliberately made noises. It went on for a while until he went to your neck, kissing it so many times you almost didn't feel the way he lightly bit a spot.

After that, he kissed you some more on the lips, putting his tongue inside your mouth and letting a string of saliva connect as he let go. Gosh, was he that desperate? His kisses felt like a man who hadn't drunk water while walking in a desert. It wasn't as if you never let him kiss you lots, though; your work had just been a tad bit demanding this week, so you couldn't let him distract you whatsoever.

“Wish I could kiss you like this every day, Y/N.” He mumbled, letting his head rest on your shoulder and his hands on your waist after kissing you so frantically.

You ruffled his hair in response, giggling at the way he whined about you while holding your waist so tightly. He was such a big baby for you, and while you wouldn't admit it outright, you loved it when he did so. Maybe you just had something for men who yearned for you.

“Ah, right, Phainon.”

He hummed, letting you know he heard your words without moving a muscle from his position.

“How did you get in again? Didn't I take your keys?”

“Ah…”

Oh, uh.

[zoquette]

teach me?

oliver aiku x fem!/afab!reader genre : smut, mdni 18+ wc : 1k words cw : first time, f!giving, age gap (a lil)

imagine what it feels like to be 'just' a manager to the captain of U20s japan, not every girl is as lucky as y/n to be one.

it was the fresher welcome party for the new trainees who had recently joined the professional team. you made the arrangements of course, it was oliver who you work for, after all. he didn't want anything to get mess up, so he was quick put the pressure on you.

being with him was hella like what it felt like to be tortured, without any breaks not to mention. he wouldn't even care to move an inch from the couch while stuffing some snacks right after every practice or match.

stuff like doing the laundry, washing the utensils or cooking was way too far away to even be noticed in his daily routine. eat, sleep, practice and of course, video games always kept him too occupied to even care.

it felt like babysitting him.

but who you had your eyes on now, was just enough to take your mind off your tiring schedule. you would stare at sendou every time there was a team meeting or anything similar, he was the one you always needed by your side.

you had to discuss it with someone who knew sendou a lot, and it obviously was none other than your lousy 'foster baby' who you babysitted non-stop.

"aiku.."

"what?" can't you see I'm busy with something?" he frowns, without turning his head to face you, focused on his stupid video game.

wow. what a bitch.

but you really needed help from him, he's the only one who can get you close to your crush, even if you have to listen to his awfully attractive voice spilling shit.

"I wanted to learn something.. well um, things, actually so—" he cut you off, rolling his eyes at you. "didn't I just tell you something?" atleast he cared to grace you with a look.

but then again how the fuck could you forget that he's got that dicky attitude?

"oliver, hear me out for this once" you take a seat beside him, in front of a huge tv, on the couch. this was the first time you talked to him informally. it was actually very weird to keep saying 'mister' or 'sir' every time before his name as he was just about you own age.

he turned off the tv, facing you and giving in a small nod. he looked different, so mature up close but well, his actions spoke otherwise.

you took a deep breath, "sendou. I like him alot." you continue checking his reaction, only to find him looking curious but his eyes, they not seem to have their usual shine in them.

"and?" he raises a brow. "I want you to tell me, or even teach me, everything he likes about a girl" you let out a sign of relief, you did it, you actually asked him about sendou.

"what do I get in return?" oliver gets closer to your face, "hm?" you look at him with disbelief. "kidding" he lets out a chuckle.

"okay. he really wants to get together with a pin up model. that's it." you think over a quick second before replying, "now I can't suddenly become a model, you know?"

"you don't have to, you've already got the curves so just one thing to focus on" he grabs a can of coke from the side table. "what do you mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"sex, darling, be good at it."

come on. that couldn't be true, really sendou? what the actual fuck are you, so pervy? but you knew you liked him anyways so you gotta do something.

"you know what? I'm a virgin. How am I supposed to be good at sex?" he looks a little shocked for some reason. "that's none of my problem, y/n."

"teach me?"

aiku chokes over the coke he just sipped a second ago, his eyes widening in surprise. was this actually happening? had destiny finally smiled at him?

"not the couch maybe?" your cheeks turning red while watching him strip his thin shirt off his well defined body which he noticed but didn't say a word, smirking in his mind.

damn. what a demi-god.

the next moment, he gestures you to follow him to his room. it's all clean and tidy thanks to you. aiku sits on the bed, "get down."

you gulped. nervousness sending shivers throughout you body, you can even hear how quickly your heart pounds, getting faster every millisecond.

"take it out" him barking orders is not new to you though, but it's still kinda scary. "use your mouth" oliver putting his weight on his arms on the bed as support.

you pulled his dick out and took a moment to realize how thick and long he was. how come you didn't even play the slightest attention before all this?

"staring, are we?"

you glare at him for pulling that awful, annoying joke, just another one of many. "what're you waiting for?!" oliver looked frustrated. the heck is his problem? it was your first time but he doesn't give a fuck about it?

he pushed your head down on his throbbing cock, your hair entangled in his fingers as his dick hits your throat so deep. a small tear fell from the corner of your eye, he could always be an asshole for sure.

you did your best to satisfy your 'mentor', which earned you a series of continuous pants and shit from him.

"mhm.. you're not so bad for first time, h-huh—?"

right after you were done, happy about your work, you made him cum not once, but twice in your mouth. "satisfied?" you looked at him, only to get ignored.

"you think."

confused about whatever he was pissed about. you did good, actually. maybe it was just that aiku hated the idea of you?

"that's not even close to giving pleasure to a man. you're just a cute little innocent one, sendou's outta your league."

that very moment, you pushed him to the bed to face you.

"lemme show you what even a novice can do."

© zqxouii — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

© dollywons for the divider ּ ֶָ֢୨ৎ.

[yuzukatanki]

Dad Sylus (Baby Years) || SFW long ramble

I like to think Sylus becomes ridiculously soft once he has a kid. Honestly, I'll admit this time that I might be making him a lil ooc for these dad!Sy headcanons, but I adore the idea of Sylus becoming softer as you both finally get your "happy life", and his walls come down, especially for his kids. Cus he wants you two to be like the parents he wanted, he wants to build a life with you that's love filled.

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Sylus, as a dad, is the softest thing ever. I'm talking no spine, you are scolding one of the most powerful men in the N109 Zone because he's giving your kid their second cookie, even though you said only one. And fuck his status/reputation, his kid wants to do his makeup or paint his nails? How does he look? His phone is full of pictures, really bad ones, honestly, because he takes so many. Blurry shots of your baby sleeping, most too close or from bad angles. Honestly, his protective instincts seem to fucking flare up now, too. Only you and he can hold the baby, sorry Luke and Kieran. As cringeworthy as it is, I can see Sylus as the "Kdrama rich mom" who threatens any partner your kid brings home with a ridiculous amount of money, too. lol.

And I mean it when I say he's a softie. Holding the baby for the first time? Tears are dripping down his face as he silently, and oh so tenderly, holds his new little one. You might even see him shaking a little, because his mind is just filled with thoughts about whether it's safe for him to hold such an innocent little thing with his "dirty" hands. He's panicking a little, for once in his life (well, not exactly if you know the lore but still!!!).

You... You had a baby with him?? And this tiny little thing was that? Oh god, it's so small. Is he controlling his strength properly? Is this how they're supposed to be held? He glances towards you, then the baby, and back to you, and you have to tiredly groan (Giving birth is not easy, okay!) and chide him. "It's fine, it's your kid. I'm more worried about others' safety once we have something with your genes running around," you mutter, closing your eyes for some much-needed rest.

And Sylus feels a little awe... You're just gonna close your eyes and trust this little thing completely to him? Of course, you did have a baby with him, but you really do trust him that much? Finally, it's like all the pieces he's been desperately searching for are falling into place. And if you weren't so dead tired, you might've pondered over how the old you would've never expected Sylus to look so afraid, or even cry, holding a baby. But then again, the old you didn't think they'd have a baby with their supposed "enemy", so all bets are off now, I guess.

And God, the first time his baby talks? He's done. Even if it's just babbling, the moment Sylus hears it? His head snaps over to where your baby is babbling, lying down on a playmat. "What... What did it say?" Sylus asks you, his eyes wide and you have to just really stare at him. "Um... I don't know? Something like "abababawababa"?" You say, trying to be funny. Sylus, however, is still transfixed on the baby, scooching over so he can hover over them, waiting for them to speak again. Honestly, you wonder if he's going to reach out and poke it, all while saying something like "Do that again."

And well, heavens help you when the baby says actual words. Sylus's little baby reaching out with a "Dada"? He's done. The terrifying leader of Onychinus is gone. He's shocked into silence before he swoops down to grab the little thing, peppering kisses on that chubby face. And before you know it, he's in front of you, holding your baby out towards you with a goofy grin and a "Say it again. Tell Mommy who I am." And by God, will he hold your baby up until they say it again, What's the use of all that boxing if not to build strength for this moment? He won't get tired for hours if need be, holding the baby up, even at Luke and Kieran, because everyone has to hear this.

And in my opinion? Sylus would go all soft when the baby says "Mama", too. The first time the baby says it? He's scooping you up in his arms, pointing at you with a "That's right. That's your Mama." And Sylus holds the baby every day, pointing at you and going "Do you remember who that is? Can you say it? Who is that?". And if you're not home? He'll pull up pictures of you to point at instead. It makes you laugh about how he seems more excited about it than you are.

I like to think Sylus would want to feed the baby. Not minding how gross it gets with spit up/drool/that weird way babies eat (especially baby food), where they just get it everywhere somehow. A visual of Sylus trying to feed a baby and doing a really forced "Here, come on, open up for the choochoo train?/"Here comes the airplane!" and groaning when it doesn't work? Hilariously cute.

And holy shit, does this man spend money. He wants to spoil you all the time, so your baby? You have to exasperatedly sigh and tell him to stop buying so many damn clothes, babies outgrow them in like a month! And for Gods sake, what could you possibly need 3 strollers for? And NO Sylus, you don't need this ridiculous baby gadget sold on a weird website you've never heard of that started from a scammy kickstarter type thing, but thank you for the thought darling. But you have to admit, the clothes Sylus picks out are adorable. And you do enjoy that he loves dressing up the baby himself. You like seeing Sylus's large hands so delicately try to pull the baby's leg through the tiny pants and groan when they kick his hand away/or kick their pants off. But he never gets angry with either that or struggling with itty bitty buttons, and it makes you soft. In fact, Sylus would be a sweetheart who does even the gross stuff, like changing diapers or cleaning up all the other gross things babies do way too often. He's an involved dad, that's for sure.

Sylus is a bit bad at calming his anxiety, though. He's the type to take the baby night shift, perfect for his sleep schedule. And the entire time, a part of him never fully relaxes. Even when the baby sleeps so peacefully, Sylus will put his hand on the baby's small body to feel that heartbeat and the little chest rising up and down with each small breath. Sometimes when you're awake and he's supposed to be asleep, you see him standing next to the crib, even though, shocker, your baby's crib is in your room. He could at least lie down. But he's the type to just "stand guard". It takes a lot of convincing, and finally, you insist that there's just no way Sylus would sleep through your baby's cries since they're literally right there, that he goes to bed. You think Sylus would never sleep if the baby were in their own room, so this is a good compromise, I guess?

Talking of sleeping, ummm, imagine Sylus sprawled on the couch with your tiny baby on his chest. Yeah. You're welcome. I'll end with that amazing visual.

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My masterlist~!

A/N: So originally, this was part of the baby fever series, where Sylus has to help Reader babysit somehow. And I gave up precisely cus I realized I couldn't think of how the hell that would work, unless I made up a friend or smth that has a kid? But like, then it got too "Sylus is dad mode" over "I want a baby so fucking bad" mode. So here it is, I changed some stuff up. It's kinda rambly, for the same reasons I said in the Caleb Baby fever fic. Moving to another country this summer, sigh, so much to do.

[vivsteria]

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ᯓ ✈︎ a/n: minors do not interact

ㅤ⟢ pair: caleb x puppy hybrid! fem! reader

⟢ warnings: nsfw, female reader!! (sorry :( ), brattyish! reader, petplay, mean! caleb, overstimulation, somnophilia (just in case), aftercare, not beta read, lmk if i missed tags!

✈︎ part 1 first time writing smut, idk how sex works, advice heavily appreciated.

it. has been. a week.

a week after your first (and only, you swear.) punishment where caleb had left you high and dry. "tell master, he'll try his best to make you happy" he was nothing but a liar!

fine. the day after the punishment, he didn't relieve you. maybe it was to really hone in the point? fine. but the day after? and after that? and after that? not fine.

when he came home on day 4, you basically clung to him. "master.."

he smiles at you, like nothing was wrong, like your underwear hasn't been sticky and wet for the past few days. "what's up, pup?"

"i.. feel needy." you whine, pushing your face into his chest. he pats your head. "in a moment, okay?"

your tail wags feverishly behind you. yes! finally!

you do your best in earnest the rest of the day, obediently eating the disgusting green stuff, finish drinking all your water, not being fussy during bath time. and finally, when you reach bedtime, the usual time when caleb would take care of you, he falls asleep.

bundled up in his arms, he stuffs his face in your hair and you can hear his heartbeat slow as he loses consciousness.

you want to scream at him, teeth biting down on your lip. but if you threw a tantrum, would he discipline you again?

you decide to sleep for tonight. you'll get him tomorrow.

and yet, tomorrow is a repeat of yesterday. and the day after that. until you finally reach seven days of him avoiding your needs.

when he comes back on this day, you jump on him and he loops his arms around to support you, "woah! excited to see me, huh?"

"i'm needy!" you shout, and he still smiles with that stupid sun-catching smile. the one that would usually make your tail wag and your ears perk. "what do you need?"

you feel your cheeks flush in anger, you're so close to stomping your feet and crying. caleb goes to immediately coo, wiping away under your eyes where you don't realize you did leak a few tears.

"i'm sorry, puppy." he frowns as he carries you to the couch. "caleb didn't mean to upset you.."

you continue to cry, face burying into his shoulder as you sob.

your tears leave you tired, and you open your mouth to let caleb feed you, let him hydrate you, let him bathe you, and lets you on the bed before tucking you in and laying next to you.

you wake up only a few hours later.

you shift, feeling the stickiness between your legs.

that's it.

if you weren't allowed to do things yourself, you would just use him.

you move the blankets on you and him, before straddling on top of him

you push your hips on his. maybe it's the lack of.. action. maybe it's the neglect, or the fact that you can finally do this on your own without punishment, because this was technically his fault!

jingle. jingle. jingle.

you pant, pleasure ripplying through you in waves. caleb grunts under you. but it's not enough. you take your underwear off, flinging it off which causes it to make a wet plap noise wherever it lands. you land back on him when you finish the endeavor and continue grinding.

but just like when you were riding his boot, you tire out quickly. and new tears of frustration begin to spring. you hated him! he was such a liar! he wasn't taking care of your needs at all! you needed this, needed it so badly..

with new fervour, you continue to push yourself harder on him, clit catching on the tent forming under his pants.

"pup.." he groans from under you, yet you don't still. he grabs weakly on your sides, but doesn't deter you from shifting on him. "what're you doin'?"

"you-you're a stupid.. mean.. liar!" you manage to squeeze out between pants. "you don't take care of me.. my needs.. at all.."

he sighs before lifting you and setting you beside him as he sits up.

"puppy, do you pinkie promise not to touch yourself again?" caleb asks, tilting his head at you. you nod, your ears flopping crazily with how enthusiastic you're nodding.

"okay." master smiles. "then your punishment is fully over. and now master gets to reward you for being so good."

which is how you find yourself laying down, his face between your legs and mouth suckling you. his tongue, hot and gentle, caressing at your sensitive nub, dancing sensually in a form of an apology. his arms both looped around your legs to keep them open, one hand on your tummy to keep your hips from jolting, the other reaching inside the deep crevices inside you.

whines, whimpers, high-pitched noises, everything that escapes you makes caleb wish he had been nicer sooner.

"good puppy, good girl," his breath is hot, yet feels cool on your clit. "waited a full week.. such a patient, good girl."

you squeal as he pushes his fingers until it reaches the knuckle. "ah-! caleb!"

you don't have time to ask him for permission to cum, but he doesn't seem to mind. you can feel his grin as your body pushes desperately on his palm, your back arching as much as possible, yet he keeps you down.

you almost sob, his fingers keep scissoring and with your sensitivity spiked you can't do anything but beg.

"master-ah! caleb, please, please, 'm sorry, sorry for cumming with-! out! permission! please, please, please.." you kick your legs, trying to close them. but caleb lets out a sigh, those soft sigh that show his adoration for his cute little puppy.

"no need to apologize, pipsqueak. this is your reward, now relish it."

your body tenses as you cum again, a pained yelp as your manicured nails pull and tug on caleb's hair. "there there, you're doing so good."

you can barely hear him over your thunderous heartbeat as it roars in your ears, his comforts go unheard as he continues to pump his fingers. "please-please-please, no more..!"

caleb only detaches from you after he peaks at your face, "oh baby.."

he untangles from your body and crawls on you, balancing on one arm as he uses the other to wipe away your tears. "sorry, honey.. didn't mean to be mean again.."

you can only whine, looping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. he immediately sets back into action and pushes his tongue into your mouth- you can only taste yourself but it doesn't deter you.

you moan into his fervour increases, and if you thought you were hot before, you were certainly hot now that he had basically stacked himself on top of you.

his tongue dominated yours, leaving you completely overwhelmed. he parted, the hand that was cupping your face transformed into squishing your cheeks to force you to maintain eye contact.

"keep your eyes on me, 'kay puppy?"

you tried your best to nod, your lips parted to pant as much as you could to regain breath.

"mmh.." you whine as you could feel him beginning to enter you, and the eye contact he wants to uphold is making you feel even more vulnerable.

he growls, almost halfway in when you cry out, "is it fully in?"

"has it been so long you forgot what my cock feels like?"

tears start bubbling and you shake your head, but caleb doesn't give you a chance to speak as he thrusts fully into you. you gasped, your hands flying onto his biceps and digging your nails in. he groans loudly, "fuck.. you're so tight.."

"master..! caleb!.." you moan. caleb's fingers leave your cheeks and brush against your ears. you shiver, body getting impossibly limp. he even reaches up and licks against the shell, the fur on your hair getting damp alongside the rest of your skin.

the sound of skin slapping skin echo through the room, his pace fast and pounding. every thrust leaves you breathless, and you can barely catch your breath before he pulls out and pushes back in.

your slick is dripping and sticking to your tail that got trapped under you when caleb crawled atop. caleb moves down to your neck and nibbles, his palm continuing to massage on the inside of your velvety puppy ears.

you moan, hands travelling from his biceps to his back, letting your scratches show the pleasure that was taking over your body and mind.

"good girl.. good girl.. take it.." his pace increases somehow. the feeling of him pressing you down, leaving you no open areas to escape (not like you wanted to), him splitting you open. the hand on your ear slips between your bodies and begins to press circles into your clit, causing your body to begin bucking again.

"ah! please!.." you didn't even know why or what you were begging for. caleb stops suctioning on your neck, "cum as much as you want, puppy. you don't have to ask for permission tonight."

you were shaking, your legs wrapped tightly around him, nails scraping his back. the way he kept hitting that special spot..!

you gasp, back arching as you cum again. he fucks you through it, his hips faltering yet increasing in power before he halts. he groans before biting down on your neck, causing you to squirm.

he licks at the mark a few more times for good measure, before falling beside you and scooping you into his hold.

"good job, puppy.." he kisses on top of your ears, "you were so good."

you nod, halfway asleep.

"rest, puppy," he whispers, his voice soft. "i'll clean us up, hm?"

you didn't need to be ordered for that, since you were already planning to.

"okay.." is all you could respond with, too exhausted to say anything else.

you don't even know when you fall asleep. you barely wake up, half-asleep to the sensation of large hands scrubbing your body. it's your favorite apple-scented body wash that surrounds you and bubbles that cloud your vision. you mumbles something just for the sake of making noise.

"you awake already?" your master's voice asks from behind you. he smiles when you tilt your head on his shoulder to look at him. "what'dya wanna eat?"

"braised chicken wings.." you answer immediately, your voice raspy and sounding like you were on the brisk of death.

"okay, colonel pipsqueak orders for braised chicken wings and some nice water too, hm?" he smiles, kissing at your neck. you hum, eyes closing again. "when you wake, it'll be ready for you, 'kay?"

" 'kay.." is all you manage before falling asleep again.

⟢ wc: ~1.8k omg sorry this took me so long i was struggling sm writing this, hope you enjoy!

[redandgreyscale]

hi!! I'm running on two hours of sleep so here's this

James being James and doing everything he can to help people all the time, but also having to juggle that and his schoolwork(he may be a genius but he still has to actually do it), and other things, to the point he realizes he hasn't slept in a couple days

or rather, he knows and just doesn't care, and his boyfriends catch on

-🫀

Two hours— get some sleep please. But thanks for this anyway

James is so kind and tries to help so much it's actually bad for him. His boyfriends don't understand it but still support it until they realize what's happening.

"He's more tired, isn't he?"

"I don't know, maybe it was the quidditch practice this morning"

"No, it's not that, he's different"

The three of them look at James trying to guess what's going on with him, and eventually, when he gets to them, they ask. There are bags under his eyes and he's unable to concentrate on anything for too long.

"Hey James, do you want to study with us?" Regulus asks, maybe that way they'll get to know what is going on.

"oh, I already told Marlene I'd help her with that transfiguration assignment and Remus needed to find something for... Well, something, and I still haven't done my own assignments for tomorrow and— oh I promised to help Lily with—"

"James" Evan stops him.

"yeah?"

"Why are you helping so many people if you still have things to do for yourself?" Regulus asks.

"I want to help, and I can still do my stuff, I'm just a bit tight on time"

"I'm going to ask you to stop there" Barty says then "where are you finding time for yourself? Because I've seen you all week running around and doing things for others and as much as I love that you're so kind and good with everyone—"

"which I still don't get" Evan adds.

"I think it might be good for you to stop" Barty continues.

"What? No, I'm fine" James tries. They are not believing this. Nope.

"James, love, I saw you yesterday with a bunch of hufflepuff trying to teach them some spell they didn't get, and the day before with Peter and Sirius pulling some prank on the new DADA professor and also with that girl, Mary, finding some potions ingredient. You need to stop for a bit and take care of yourself" Regulus says now, slow and kind to not scare him away.

"But I want to help people"

"and we want to help you" Evan clarifies "so please, will you take a break and come with us? We can sleep together tonight so you actually rest, yeah?"

James seems to think about it for a bit "I'll help Marlene and Remus and then I'll stop" he says, not very convinced.

And okay, that's a middle point, they'll take it.

[flowerakatsuka]

some doodles based on the gender thoughts i've been having about kuroba the past few days, mostly on how their appearance changed between middle school and their final year of high school. i also thought it'd be funny if kuroba didn't get recognized by classmates while they were helping at the flower shop back then, ( foreshadowing ig. )

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then

[vaguely-concerned]

ingellvar must have so many strange off-putting little personal habits in their day to day life that they don't even realize come across as weird, especially if they haven't ever dated outside of the watchers much. in rye's specific case I think lucanis has a capacity for such immaculate 'sure my life is already so fucking weird this might as well happen' energy that I believe he'd be able to roll with the punches admirably given the time, but it really would be a situation like

(what was going on there was that rook was placing down some experimental wards, by the way, it's what he does to calm down before bed and if he wakes during the night. what with the necropolis itself being a liminal space of lf sorts on a cosmic scale, watchers take the additional liminal space between wakefulness and dreaming extremely seriously b/c they know there are things drifting through that would just love to get their foot/tentacle/conceptual spores in that particular half-ajar door that should not be allowed inside. or outside, I suppose, depending on your point of view. rook and lucanis are also experimenting with whether solid wards can help any with lucanis' weird post-spite dreams even if they can't do anything for the more mundane ptsd ones. third reason because in my worldstate they still live in the lighthouse after the game: unless gently dissuaded wisps will sometimes drift by while you're asleep and hover over your face curiously as they sense your mind doing stuff in the fade, and no one likes waking up on an eldritch sneeze with a well-meaning yet terrified wisp zooming about the room. important watcher novice 101 lessons.

blessed mental image of rye cross-legged on the floor, barefoot in his PJs with his hair down and no makeup, peaceably tracing out elaborate geometric shapes that somehow make your eyes scared when you look at them* while lucanis sits on the bed and reads out loud to both him and spite and occasionally sneaks some carnal looks at rook's fully unleashed curly hair and bare wrists & throat...... okay I think I've found the thing that will help me through the day thank you for coming on this journey with me)

*what is the paint he's using made out of and why is it such a deeply unsettling colour? don't worry about it! :) patented mostly well-meaning yet also borderline condescending mortalitasi hand wave of 'don't worry your sweet little non-nevarran head about it we both know you don't actually want to know. do not ask questions lest you learn the answers, especially if you're going to be annoying at me and freak out about it. let the things man was not meant to know stay unknown. unknown by you I mean I'm built different'

[deoidesign]

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[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

[never-lov-an-anchor]

christ alive

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Jesus ain't enough at this point. Imma need Fred Durst to take the wheel bcuz today has been a fucking DAY 😩 and I can't keep rollin rn.

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

Just found something after 3 years,,,, life is with living still,,,,🥹

Bottom line? NEVER give up, my fellow yuri soldiers 🧡🤍🩷

[silent-sentinels]

okay alright alrght alright

[flowerakatsuka]

💕 kuroba first date outfit

OC OUTFIT DOODLE ASKS!

the place kuroba and karamatsu go on their first date to is a pretty expansive garden and requires a lot of walking so the outfit they go with is on more casual comfy side. they definitely put how comfortable it is to move in to the test after having to outrun the rest of the sextuplets trying to sabotage kara's confession plans.

( also, i envision him wearing the outfit from the 2nd anime paradise cafe collab on that date. )