#sleeeepyyy

[whumpasaurus101]

Sweetheart - pt 2

Continued from this

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Asher’s eyes widened and he started struggling against Quinn once more, trying to rip his wrists from his grip but all he felt was fingernails bite against his skin. “Ro-Rodger- you f’ckin’ si-sick bastard!!!” Asher roared, specs of blood flying from his mouth.

Rodger smirked, taking a few steps closer as he twirled the knife between his fingers, “Cute,” He stopped just before he reached the desk, “If my memory serves me correct, I do remember telling you you're not allowed to be in here, hm?”

Asher’s eyes grew hard, glaring up at him as his chest rose and fell in an unsteady pattern, “Di-didn’t exa-exactly h’ve a choice… did I?” 

Rodger smirked, lifting the blade and tracing it along the previous cut, “Funny, but I’m not in the mood for backchat…” Asher cried out, his leg kicking against the wooden desk as he tried to sit up. “Stay down,” Quinn growled. 

“Come on Ashy boy, you can scream louder than that.” 

Just as the knife trailed against the same cut, Rodger dug it in deep. Asher’s eyes widened and his scream filled the room. Quinn and Rodger exchanged looks, grinning at each other as Rodger repeated his movement.

“Bring him to my chair,” He ordered, his hand gently grazing over the edge of the desk.

“Rodger- Rodger, fuck right off,” Asher growled, thrashing against Quinn as he was wrestled onto the chair, “You never pull shit like this, don't start now.”

Rodger let out an amused chuckle, “You're right. You know, Asher, I've been too soft on you.” Asher could hear his heart beating in his ears as rope was roughly tied over his wrists behind him. “Sure, I’d give you a lashing or two, but that just doesn't seem to have much effect now does it?”

Asher looked at Rodger, eyes wide, “What?!? I didn't do jackshit!” His voice cracked as he yelled up at Rodger who just shrugged, approaching him, knife in hand.

“Now now, let's not play mr innocent,” Rodger scoffed, “Ever since you've entered this bloody house, you've been nothing but a little shit.”

“Didn't exactly have a ch-”

“QUIET!!!” Rodger roared, slashing the blade across Asher’s chest. Asher cried out, his body lurching forward against the ropes in agony.

“Apologize,” Rodger ordered.

Asher looked up at him with wide eyes, “What??” 

Rodger brought the blade under Asher’s chin and forced the other to look up at him, “Quinn and I wanted to enjoy the nice party, and you come along and ruin things for me.”

Asher winced as the sharp blade bit against his skin, “I didn't do shit!” He cried out, “The shithead dragged me in here and-” He was cut off as Quinn backhanded him across his face;

“Don't talk about me like that,” He growled. 

Rodger smirked, “You've seem to have gotten yourself into some deep shit,” Rodger chuckled, “What would Aiden think?” Asher felt his heart stop, time seemed to moved slowly as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He opened his mouth before closing it. Rodger planted a heavy hand on his shoulder, bending down so they were fact-to-face, “What's the matter, Ashy, cat got your tongue?” 

Asher felt his face burn dark red. He couldn't breathe. A sob threatened to rip from his throat but he tried to push it down. Both of them staring down at him, he felt trapped. “You didn't answer his question,” Quinn hummed, tucking a short curl behind his ear. Asher felt sick. He slowly brought his eyes up to look at Rodger, “N-no sir…”

“Ohhhhh, that’s beautiful,” Quinn chuckled, looking to Rodger whose eyes still remained on Asher.

He dragged the knife slowly all the way down Asher’s sternum, making him cry out, gritting his teeth as tears rolled down his face. God, he was so weak. He burst into sobs, his body shaking as he looked to the ground, ashamed. 

Rodger pocketed the knife and left, slamming the door behind him. All that could be heard was Asher’s sobs. 

Quinn bent down to his hunkers, cradling Asher’s face in one hand as he brushed his thumb along his cheekbone, swiping away his tears. “Ash, darling you look so beautiful when you cry.”

Asher fully broke down, All he could hear was Aiden’s voice.

“Shhh, darling, it’s alright,” Quinn cooed, cutting the rope away and catching Asher as he fell into his arms.

My dove, so fragile. You know how much I love your tears.

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[tomandgeriatric]

I shouldn't be working today, I should be in bed 😤

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

when Overmorrow is finished, I am taking a nap 🥰

[godsprettiestprincess]

In my Victorian waif era again. Feeling like Sam during the trials.

[etherealdarknessblog]

soooo sleeeepyyy! >_<

[adamsuniverse1144]

Another Glow Week Submission since I was late 🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵

Fireflies-

It was nearly Midnight. Summer breezes filled with the smells of dirt, animals, flowers and nature musk flowed through the night and rustled the grassy planes. Small creatures skittered about in the darkness and under logs and rocks to hide.

Out in the middle of the field were two star crossed lovers, gazing at the sky.

Connie could hardly believe Steven sometimes. He was so spontaneous and quick minded. While she herself was strategic and methodic. It left a sense of excitement in their relationship though, and she always looked forward to little moments like this.

*

Steven had woken up sometime in the night and stayed out of bed long enough for Connie to desire his warmth and seek him out.

He was standing on the porch just off the living room with his head tilted all the way back. She waited for him to move, but he did not. After about 5 minutes, she slid the door open quietly.

"That can't be comfortable." She crossed her arms and smirked at the hybrid.

"Actually, it's not as uncomfortable as you think." His head remained craned for a few extra seconds then he turned to look at her. His eyes flashed luminescent pink for a half a second and he walked close to her. "Let's go."

Connie was taken aback. "To bed?”

Steven shook his head. "No silly. Go out."

She snorted and poked the hybrids chest. "And go where, exactly? Everything is closed. It's past 11."

"We aren't going to a place of business, Connie," He said walking into the house past her. He looked back and motioned for her to follow him. A yawn broke through her curious grin and she did as directed.

Lion was sleeping on the living room couch when they came back in, but Steven stroked his mane until the mighty beast stretched and opened his eyes to give his owner a dirty look as if to say, "What?"

Steven leaned in and whispered into his ear for a bit and Lion stretched once again, yawned and stood by the back door with a huff of complaint at being woken.

"Connie, go grab your phone just in case Lion takes off."

He disappeared into the storage closet and Connie called out after him. "I never said I was going anywhere! I'm sleeeepyyy..." She whined.

"You'll live, Berry," Came the smug response.

Connie decided she was too tired to argue and went to grab her phone. She clicked it on and grimaced at the brightness. 11:11. "This had better be good, Universe," She mumbled, wrapping herself in her favorite robe.

By the time she was done, Steven was on Lion and ready to go. Connie crawled up and no sooner had she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend did Lion took off running through their open back door and across the sand. Connie could feel Lion getting ready to warp so she tightened her grip just before a loud roar ripped a hole in front of them that they charged through without hesitation. When the portal opened, it was to a field of grasses and flowers.

"Oh, Steven. It's gorgeous!”

"Wait there's a lot more where that came from! If you think that's cool, look at the blank area in the middle of the field. It's just big enough for two people, even if one of them is 6’11." He smirked and Connie rolled her eyes.

“My very big boy." She laughed and poked his side.

She stepped away as Steven reached into Lion and pulled out a massive blanket.

He spread it out over the flat area inside the plains and Connie sat in the middle of it all wondering what she was doing here.

"Steven, what-?"

"Just come lay on me," He implored, patting his chest.

Connie could never resist his sweetness. So she scooted a bit closer to listen to his heartbeat.

*

And now there they were, laying back on their blanket and staring up at the sky.

"There's Homeworld," Steven said, pointing towards a cluster of brightly colored stars.

"Hm. I see Ursa Major." Connie pointed in front of them. It was dominating the sky tonight it seemed.

"The Big Dipper!"

"Ooo, I wanna find the little dipper!" Connie scanned the sky and pointed at the tiny constellation.

"Aw, the little dipper is so small and cute." They said at the same time.

The Jam Buds burst out laughing and turned toward each other. They didn't need to tell each other they loved them, they could see it in their eyes. Connie laid her head on Steven's arm and nuzzled him sweetly.

"Thank you for bringing me out here," She whispered. 

"Just wait." Steven stood and brushed the grass, causing a cacophony of green lights to rise slowly into the night air.

"Firefly chasing?" Connie proposed.

Steven laughed and nodded. "You’re on!!!!"

They chased the fireflies over and over, through the grass and into the air. Steven would even jump to catch a wayward one to present to her.

They did that for hours and hours. It was nearly 3 by the time they decided to just enjoy nature for awhile. They laid down and cuddled; listening, smelling, seeing and soaking in everything there was to offer.

Connie felt her eyes growing heavy, so she cuddled in farther to Steven, taking in his faint cologne and natural musk. Her eyes fluttered shut and stayed. 

*

When she woke up she was back in her house, in their bed. There was a note on the mirror that said 'I love with our adventures, but I love you way more’.

Connie's cheeks turned burgundy and she shook her head. "He's so fricking cute, I swear I can't with him."

She laid back down and laughed as her eyes grew heavy again and she drifted off to sleep, wishing he was there again to take her on another adventure.

[trashyswitch]

Day 6: Chase

Sean and Ethan just finish wrapping up Brain Leak Episode 11, and are ready to play around like the childish people they are. A lot of silliness ensues.

I was up at 1am last night, when I realized I forgot to upload the latest tickletober fanfic. But...I decided to upload it today to make up the difference, and upload today's fanfic as well. So...2 fanfics in 1 day? On accident? Sure. We'll call it that.

I decided to experiment with Sean and Ethan's podcast 'Brain Leak', and had written this back when the tickle scene for Brain Leak episode #11 was being talked about in the community. And honestly...I felt excited to write about these two! I watched a lot of Brain Leak videos to get their friendship interactions correct, so I hope this is accurate. I hope you enjoy!

Here's the link to Brain Leak if you're interested.

Seán got up and turned off the cameras, while Ethan stayed on the couch. “Alright. That’s a wrap for Brain Leak.” Ethan declared into the microphone. 

Seán laughed a bit. “Mic’s off, you know.” He reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know. But it’s funnn!” Ethan reacted dramatically. “You can spin it around, you can swing it back and forth…” Ethan started swinging the mic back and forth, while watching it swing with just his eyes. 

“You are getting sleeeepyyy…” Seán joked. 

To go along with the joke, Ethan leaned himself over and went limp before snoring dramatically. 

This made Seán laugh at him. “Woooow. Sooo sleeeepyyy.” Seán walked around the right side of the couch to the back. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch and started to whisper something to him. “When I snap my fingers, you will say ‘Buddy’ in your silly voice.” Seán said, giggling near the end, which only broke his facade as the hypnotizer. 

Sean’s giggles only made Ethan start smiling and giggling as well. 

“Hey, I didn’t snap my fingers yet.” Seán warned with a bright smile, poking his side. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Seán told him. 

Ethan jumped and giggled. “Sohorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat and pretended to be sleeping again. “Okay.” Ethan said quietly. 

Seán snapped his fingers, and waited for Ethan to do his thing. Right away, Ethan lifted his head back up, put on the stupid little signature face, and smiled all childishly. “Buddyyy!” Ethan declared. 

Seán doubled over and bursted out laughing, absolutely loving the Unus Annus reference. “Buddyy!” Seán imitated almost perfectly. 

“Buddyyy!” Ethan declared in his baby voice. 

“Buddyyyy!” Seán imitated, laughing. “God, I think we drank too much giggle juice before this.” Seán admitted. 

“What’s giggle juice again?” Ethan asked. 

“I dunno.” Seán replied. “Probably water.”  

“Ah.” Ethan replied with a laugh. 

Seán hopped back onto the couch. “Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Just to clarify, is it actually true that you can’t do massages?” Seán asked. 

“Yeah. My neck and shoulders are toooo tickly.” Ethan admitted. 

“Meanwhile I can’t even handle being touched.” Seán joked, touching his own right side. 

“Really?” Ethan asked in his ‘eef’ voice. “You can’t handle a little touchy-touchy?” Ethan asked, bringing his wiggling finger closer to Seán’s face.

Seán pushed his hand away. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned. 

“Aww come on, buddyyy.” Ethan said, referencing the Unus Annus quote again. “Not even a poke? Not even a little boop?” Ethan asked before bringing his other hand to his side. 

Seán pushed his other hand away this time. “You touch me, I punch you.” He warned. 

Ethan laughed. “Wohohow.” 

“That’s what’s gonna end up happenin’. You poke me one too many times, and I end up sucker punching you all the way to space.” Seán warned. 

“It’s just a poke.” Ethan told him. “Come on.” Ethan adjusted himself and put up his hands in fists. Only, both his index fingers were up. “Put ‘em up! Fight me!” Ethan teased. 

Seán raised his eyebrows. “Oho, you’re on.” He put up his fists with the index fingers up as well, and put on his game face for the poke war that was about to ensue. 

Seán ended up throwing the first poke. He poked Ethan in the left side, making Ethan double over slightly. “AH- Hey!” Ethan poked Seán’s right side with his left finger, before following it up with a right finger against the left side. 

“Ah fAHCk! You fuckin-” Seán threw his fingers towards Ethan’s sides and unloaded several pokes against him rapidfire. 

On the last poke, Ethan felt more than one finger touch down, which only made him laugh more. “HAHAhaha! Yohou cheater!” Ethan reacted, poking Seán’s right and left side with his index fingers super quickly. But Ethan’s hands would slip out of the fists, and he would end up throwing a few more fingers in. 

Seán fell back onto his butt and laughed, wiggling himself around and attempting to grab at Ethan’s hands. “ETHAHAHAN!” Quickly, Seán tried to take the upper hand. “YOHOHOU BASTArdly little-” Seán pulled Ethan’s arm out from his belly and pulled the childish blondie across his lap. “Gotcha now.” Seán proceeded to cover Ethan’s sides with tickles and squeezes. 

Ethan wheezed and closed his eyes, laughing almost hysterically as he kicked his feet like a little ballerina. While he wiggled around, Ethan managed to turn himself onto his left side with his back facing Seán, which somewhat got him out of an uncomfortable position. Ethan grabbed at Seán’s hands, attempting to pull them away and escape. “HAHAHA! KKKHAHAHAHAHA!” Ethan threw Seán’s hands away from his sides and just barely managed to escape on his feet. “HA! I got out!” Ethan cheered, throwing his hands away. 

Seán got up onto his feet. “Not for long.” He warned. 

Ethan looked at Seán, and quickly saw the mischievous twinkle that filled his eye. Realizing he might be fucked, Ethan sprinted away from him. “YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ethan shouted. 

Seán ran after him. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!” Seán yelled back. 

“I DON’T KNOW!” Ethan replied. 

Ethan ran through doors, thankfully having a better understanding of where he was going. Seán had started out following him, but seeing where Ethan was going, Seán quickly noticed a secret little passage he could take and turned to take the detour. 

Ethan turned around and smiled brightly. He had lost Seán! Time to get to the backyard and do some mad stunts! He opened the door to the backyard and ran out, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Ethan ran and slid across the green grass, completely covering his light brown pants in grass stains. 

Ethan made it to the bottom of the hill, and hid behind a tree. He was breathing heavily by this point, which he likely knew may be giving away his position. But he didn’t care. He felt he was hidden enough. He looked around at the yard, and sighed. He was safe now. He can rest. 

By this point, Seán had slowed himself down and was shaking his inhaler. He took a moment to breathe in the medication, and held his breath to let it kick in. He didn’t want to experience an asthma attack while he was simply running around with Ethan. that’d be a sorry reason to end up in the American hospital. When Seán felt physically ready again, he let his breath out and put his inhaler back in his pocket as he resumed walking at a faster pace to find Ethan. 

“Ethan?” Seán called, looking around. “Eeethan?” he called again, turning to look at the other side of the yard. “Eef?” Seán called teasily. 

Then, he heard it. A little Ethan giggle. A contagious Ethan gaggle. There was his clue! Now how to make Ethan giggle all over again… 

Seán thought for a moment, and smiled a bit as he remembered Unus Annus moments again. He remembered Ethan’s failure to say ‘skillet’. And then he remembered the infamous song…

“The dance of Italy!”  Seán sang loudly. 

Ethan gasped and smiled brightly. An Unus Annus song! “WOH-WOH-WOH!”  He loves that one! 

WAIT- DAMMIT! HE TRICKED HIM! HE ACTUALLY TRICKED HIM!

Seán widened his eyes. There’s no fucking way…That WORKED?! Seán sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he kept going. “The dance of Italy!” Seán repeated. 

Ethan sighed. “WOH-WOH-WOH!” Ethan replied, giving up and not even caring about being found anymore. 

Seán smirked and noticed a tiny finger hiding behind the tree. He showed off his teeth in his smile and walked closer. “It’s the dance of Italy~!” Seán said. 

“Woh-Woh-Woh??” Ethan said, turning to listen for where his friend was located. 

Seán ran to the tree. “GOTCHA BITCH!” He shouted as he charged at Ethan. “AAAAAAAH!” Ethan yelped as he was successfully tackled to the ground by Seán. 

The moment he managed to keep Ethan under control, Seán started poking the absolute heck out of the man. “Poke war finale!” Seán proclaimed. 

“AAHAHAha! HahaHAHA! OHO! OHOHO GOHAHAD! GAHA- HahAHA!” Ethan cackled, his voice going up and down, and all over the place. 

“A little poke here…” Seán poked his belly button a few times. “A little poke there…” Seán poked at his ribs next. “Ound a leetle poke zhere!” Seán declared in his ‘Henrik’ voice as he poked his right side a few times. 

Ethan tried and failed to push Seán’s hands away. “HAHAHA! Naha- PLEHEASE! Ahaha- Ihi’m SORRYYY!” Ethan reacted. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix how much I can tickle you now that we’re in-person.” Seán reminded him. 

It was here that Ethan started to try and get him back. His pushing hands moved to poking Seán back, specifically going for his right side. “Poke de nerve.” Ethan kept repeating. 

Seán jumped and chuckled, curling in on himself. “Yohou motherfucker.” Seán muttered, resuming his poking. 

Then, Ethan grabbed both his hands and used them to push his friend down. “Poke fight over. ONLY TICKLES!” Ethan covered Seán’s right and left side with endless tickles. 

This made Seán wiggle around and curl up into a ball, laughing involuntarily. “HAHAHA! YOHOHOU BAHASTARD!” He yelled. 

Ethan smiled eagerly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle-” He kept repeating the word over and over again. 

“SHUHUT THE FUCK UHUHUP!” Seán yelled back at him. 

“Tickle tickle- Hm? Why? Too ticklish for your own good?” Ethan asked in his Eef voice. 

“WHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHINK, AHAHASSHOLE?!” Seán shot back, kicking his feet while still in the fetal position. 

“Would raspberries be too much for you-” Ethan started to genuinely ask. “DON’TYOUFUCKINGDAHAHARE!” Seán warned, pushing Ethan’s head away from him. 

“Ahalright, alright! Fine!” Ethan stopped his fingers and moved away from him. “Too much?” He asked. 

Seán let out a breath and slowly unraveled himself onto the grass. He grunted and sighed. “A little, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Seán replied. 

Ethan smiled, laid down a couple feet beside him. They hung out outside for a little while longer, chatting about a few different things. They chatted about the next couple days of filming, and chatted about the different topics they may chat about on the podcast. 

Eventually, the boys went back inside and continued their conversations within the walls of Ethan’s home. 

[cordshake]

sleeeepyyy

[syunkiss]

its 6ammmm we are sleeeepyyy asf

me and kak are in front and sufdering cause SLEEPY. and have to GET UP and doTHINGS

[crowcussion]

sooooo sleeeepyyy……

[sleepyowlwrites]

AHHHH!!! It's Sleepy's birthday?!! Quick! send message:

*inhales*

**************HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLEEEEPYYY!!*************

Thanks for all the music<3

Thank you Rubik 😊❤️😊

[flipchild]

I have to write a reading response but I'm so sleeeepyyy despite having slept

[transmascfucktoy]

sleeeepyyy u_u and wanting to be touched

[plaindangan]

Truth or dare event: Chaiki Nanami

Truth: tell your classmates how much you think guys with big chests like Nekomaru and Hajime make great cuddle buddies.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Chiaki yawned before giving a nod. "Is that all? Okay. Honestly, I think they're pretty great. Guys with hard, developed chests are just so appealing, y'know? Shows a guy cares about their health. Plus, don't they make you feel safe? Like, when they hug you tightly, your head is leaning against their chest...so warm...beating of their heart...getting you into a lull....making...make...y...ou...sl-sleeeepyyy...zzzz...." Slowly, the gamer swayed slowly from left to right before finally falling to the right...smack dab on Hajime's own massive, well-built, chest.

The other men in the group either blushed (some inspired to work out a bit more) or took in stride, especially Nekomaru who gave an uproarious laugh at her rambling. Given he was Chiaki's lover, her words hit him the most and had his thoughts racing.

Maybe he should go shirtless a bit more often?

[pandor-pandorkful]

im so sleeeepyyy it isn't fair =o=

[aria0fgold]

ive been awake for awhile yet im still so sleeeepyyy