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sweet-honey-fruit · 10 months
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Imagine how full you would feel with both Childe and Zhongli deep inside of you. How much of a withering, whiney, moan-filled mess you would be as they thrusted in and out of your greedy hole; always making sure you were filled. Being stuck between them, their hands all over you. Zhongli mumbling praises, "You're doing such a good job, taking us both all the way. I'm so proud- yes, that's it. Be loud, just like that."
Meanwhile Childe mumbling degrading words while his lips brush against your ear, "Look at you, you're a mess. Such a slut for wanting two cocks in you at once. Couldn't get enough with just one, huh? Had to take both. What a dirty thing. You like being used, yeah?"
They are the perfect balance. Zhongli being gentle with his touch, gentle with his voice, gentle with his thrusts. All the while Childe is rougher, gripping at your body, biting anywhere he can reach, thrusts so hard it's exhilarating.
Your moans are like Celestia's blessings to them from the way their cocks drag against your walls; their lips marking up your body. It makes you cum. Over and over again. But they won't stop, no, not till you're all satisfied. Not till their cum mixture is dripping out of your soaked hole.
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spookypeacephantom · 9 months
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How come she can change so much from character to character 🤌🏼
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rosekatara · 4 months
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mbrainspaz · 3 months
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I was going to get some rest. Unfortunately I woke up at 4:30am absolutely certain that I had lost the weird USSR coin I found on the ground the other day and couldn't go back to sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about where I'd put it and where it might've fallen or what if I'd vacuumed it up accidentally and it was probably gone forever, such a strange little thing coming in to my life so unexpectedly just to vanish again, a mystery forever open ended.
then I got up to make coffee after my 3rd alarm went off, just as I was starting to fall back to sleep, and took a detour to check if the little coin was where I thought I'd left it on the counter. It was.
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yen-doodles · 2 years
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Another little late night drabble, more shadowpeach since you guys seem to like the other one :)
Cw/tw for alcohol and mentions of Macaque's death
Sun Wukong awoke, feeling his golden eyes sting as he realized just how bright the room around him had become.
He groaned. Tossing over in the messy covers of his bed, where upon finding he wasn't alone in said mattress. The stone glanced down at the darker furred frame that laid snuggled up against his side, sleeping soundly and rather comfy he might add.
The other frame was Macaque, of course, Sun could recognize that monkey any where.
He sighed quietly, the monkey beside him ears twitching every so slightly at the sound causing him to stir briefly. The sage held his breath, something he didn't need anymore anyway, waiting as the demon monkey shifted closer and lulled back to sleep. Macaque could never sleep through all noise, having six ears made it so he hear from miles away and issue to find quiet time.
Speaking of Macaque's ears, he could see all six of them. The ears that gave the trickster his title, "Six-Earred Macaque." The glamour he used every day had worn off late in the night, putting everything he tried to hide to light. His ears, the scar that went across his right eye, the white fur that was left from Lady Bone Demon. All of it. It took all of Monkey King's strength to not brush his fingers in the other monkey's fur, or across his ears since would surely wake him.
The Great Sage sighed again softly, attempting to be quiet for the enemy he had clinging to his frame.
Though enemy didn't feel right, not after what had happened last night.
He had been drunk, they both had been. The last time he remembered being that sloshed was when he had drank stolen immortal elixir from heaven all those years ago.
Sun Wukong couldn't remember how it had started, whether it was him or Macaque, they had gotten into a contest to see who could drink the most between the two of them.
Soon enough the drinks had been forgotten and the pair had gotten on the topic of the old days, sharing stories as if that had still been as they were when the stories took place.
It had started light. Talking about Flower Fruit Mountain and the fun they had with the other monkeys.
But then the mood changed as Wukong had callously mentioned something that had happened on the journey he had took to the west, with Triptaka and the others.
He had mentioned the time Triptaka and Pigsy had become pregnant when they had stumbled upon the city of women. Monkey King had been chuckling slightly as he was recounting the story when he had noticed his drinking buddy had become silent, his laughing dying in his throat in an instant.
"I had been mad, back then, when you had killed me Wukong" Macaque had stated that night, gripping his glass tightly in his hands which had been barely been touched since they started telling stories; too busy hazely listening.
"But," the darker monkey added sharply, "I had been more upset that you had chosen them over me." The way Macaque looked at him that night had overwhelmed him, his eyes holding an unwavering honesty he hadn't seen in them in mere centuries. Holding all the anguish and hurt the monkey felt for him in those eyes. "You had chosen to protect them, to go against me, and I had wanted to be the one you were trying so hard to protect.." he finished as his voice threatened to crack, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He had always been an emotional drinker.
Sun Wukong had sat shocked in that moment, the alcohol not helping him process what was happening, his mouth agape.
"I don't regret protecting them that day," the sage had suddenly, breaking the other monkey from the daze he'd been in. Macaque sort of nervously chuckled at that, "I don't doubt it."
Sun Wukong stared into his mug, his brain mildly buzzing as he had begun to swoosh around an imaginary liquid inside the cup. He had already finished the contents but the motion helped distract him while he stalled.
"I do, however, regret what I had done to you" he had eventually added. He had sighed, "I betrayed you, betrayed our friendship and broken your trust, I'm sorry Macaque... For everything" Monkey had told the other earnestly. He had looked at him as he had said this, and by the looks of it, the other recognized how genuine he was being.
Soon after, the two had made it to Sun's bedroom where they proceeded to crash; limbs tangling with other limbs.
Now here he lays, stuck and forced to remain quiet. His left arm trapped under Macaque as the darker furred being remained asleep miraculously. Wukong wondered about what he must do upon the other waking up, regarding the events leading up to now.
Does he pretend as if it hadn't happened, or does he bring it up? It's not even certain he would remember. Though rather unlikely.
If he does remember, and Wukong were to lie, it would appear as though what he said last night was engenuine. The opposite of what he wanted.
Before he could decide, he felt the shadow weaver begin to stir against his chest. Mumbling something about it being too bright before hiding his face in the blanket.
"G'morning sleepyhead" Sun Wukong greeted softly, might as well start with something. The other jolted slightly, before glancing up towards the stone monkey. The darker of the two monkeys sat up quickly, upon doing so he gripped his head in pain. "Ow- remind me to NEVER do a drinking contest with you again!" Macaque announced, rubbing the area that a headache began to settle in.
"Me too. I haven't drank that much in ages."
The two went silent, just taking in the scene around them. The sun shining into the large windows, the messiness of the room including the sheets, the person that was meant be their enemy laying, or in Macaque's case sitting, right next to them. It felt surreal to say the least.
Suddenly, the demon monkey spoke. His voice was soft, unsure sounding, calling out a simple "Wukong" to get the other's attention.
"Yes," Sun replied, "what's up?" having sat up to better look at him.
Macaque breathed deeply, looking out the window infront of him. "Did you.." he began hesitantly, "...mean what you had said last night, about y'know" he finished as he peeked a glance of the other from the corner of his eye.
The sage shifted his feet against the covers restless, having not moved them for hours probably. "Yes, I did, I did mean it Mac" he admitted wholeheartedly which took the other off guard, for Sun Wukong to admit something so openly was a rarity.
The warrior sighed, scooting closer to Monkey as he rested his forehead against the other's. "Where do we stand now? With eachother I mean.." he asked quietly, barely above a whisper for mortal ears but Sun heard him as clear as day.
The stone monkey mimicked the other's jester, taking a moment to enjoy the closest between them. "I don't know" he replied, just as quiet, "but I hope it's good."
Sun Wukong brushed some longer fur behind the other's ears, brushing his fingers along them in manner had wished to earlier. Macaque's ears twitched but he did swat his hand away, instead he simply hummed at the soft affection.
"Me too.." the shadow weaver added gently, melting as Sun moved to hold his face in his hands.
There was move to say, and more was going to be said, but for now the two were happy to relish in the other's presence.
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chestnutisland · 2 years
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chaos-chloe · 5 months
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Riddle x Reader [different!au]
"Now this song that I just wrote (looks at wristwatch), mhmm oh, I don't know, maybe 30 minutes before the show. My producer confirmed I can perform it, so who wants to hear?!"
The crowd popped with the chants varying between, "DO IT!" "NEW SONG" and "PERFORM IT".
The bright purple and blue lights dimmed, smoke slowly pours onto the stage, drums started then the guitars strummed to life. All in the matters of seconds everything is gonna change with this song.
{Just breathe; bring all the emotions forward. Come on, you got this, girl}
get it out of my head
everything you said
All i see is red
I wish you were dead
i wish you were dead
{Why are you in my head still? I want to get you out of my head}
Why do i kinda miss the way you'd make me, cry
I even crave the sex to make up from all the fights
I still feel it all
The way i want your body should be criminal
My heads such a mess so typical, oh
{Tears started clouding my sliver-pooled eyes, and my vision turned slightly hazy. All the memories of us fighting in the halls. Regret starts feeling my heart, but there is no going back now}
Tell me why I want you back
When i look at all the facts
Its pretty clear you're evil
The way you love is lethal
{The flashbacks of you screaming in my face, pushing my buttons, breaking all boundaries, impelling my limits to the max, to the point of it getting physical}
I tried everything i could
Just to block you out for good
But I cant put the fire out
What the hell do i do now
{Burning or destroying everything you gave me, but yet I am still craving for you back just because I now know how to play your games, but I am not gonna waste that time again on him}
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{"Why did you have to stop me?!" "god, get out of my way" "jeez bitch stop nagging"}
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{As much as I preach "karma will bite you in the ass," I am so prepared to meet karma, finally}
Why arent I enough
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{My head starts to hurt from shaking all these memories out of my brain. A smile of power and revenge is proliferating}
Took a sip just to drown you out
Suffocate when I come back down
Can't sleep cause you're just so loud
Aftertaste still sour now
{An expression of heaving or throwing up appears on my face, then laughing due to how good it feels to get this out of my system}
I tried everything i could
Just to block you out for good
But I cant put the fire out
What the hell do i do now
{Throwing my arms up like an overexaggerated shrug of giving up. Strutting around the stage like a pacing angry man with a smile}
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{A new sense of belonging appears in my spirit like almost a spell being cast to remove my negative emotion}
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{I smile while making my hand into a fist with my thumb sticking out, dragging it against my throat. The crowd is growing lively and rowdy with them singing along now}
Why arent I enough
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
{Looking out into the crowd, seeing fans dancing, jumping, putting their hands up, or just going feral. I start grinning like the Cheshire Cat, enjoying this feeling maybe a little too much. The band and I are looking at each other, almost speaking into each other minds, knowing we are gonna go far after this gets out to the whole wizarding world or the whole world}
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
Why arent I enough
Get it out of my head
Everything you said
All I see is red
I wish you were dead I wish you were dead
"I wish you were dead, Mr. Riddle." That statement will either make or break my band. The crowd absoutely lost their mind, but its called karma right?
{Right now, I am going to relish this feeling}
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This is the first time I have ever written/typed fanfic. Yes, I do appreciate criticisms; just don't be plain rude. No, I do not own the song that belongs to the artist which is down below nor do I own the picture/banner above.
I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST AS THEIR OWN WORK!
I Wish You Were Dead By Lucy Deakin
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king-leos-world · 6 months
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I couldn't sleep one night so I drew these Ratchet sketches. I might draw more like this.
Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro
Enjoy!
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perfecttrash · 1 month
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Sleepless night
In the middle of the night, I look at my clock.
Tik tak ,Tik tok it looks at me continuing to mock.
I know I should be fast asleep so I can get my rest,
but still I lay here in my bed ,trying to do my best.
So blame my thoughts and blame myself for my sleepless night's.
But if you would be here with me how could I deny ,
That you alone would comfort me.
from 🏵H.C🏵
Im sorry if it was bad but it's my first since a long while.
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no-side-us · 1 year
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Mina has a pleasant dream where she's a train but it becomes a nightmare when she realizes she's going to be late to the station
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feuersturm97 · 1 year
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I draw this today because i couldn't sleep i think it was 2am or so xD
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aura-dragonfly · 11 months
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Because of the storm, I stayed up because I couldn't sleep and because I couldn't sleep...I... I googled about the Andromeda Galaxy and tried to find info about the only known planet so far in it. Whyy does my brain think up these things? All because the androids from the episode "I, Mudd" from Star Trek TOS mentioned the place, and it reminded me of it? But why do I focus on the weirdest things? Lol. Apart from being ND, of course.
Im starting to feel a connection to that place. It'd be really cool if another part of me is from there. BUT wouldn't people accuse me of faking a disorder or whatever? Of course, then again, like I've said I'm accepting toward all. I shouldn't have a double standard and be okay with other endogenic or whatever and not accept it when it happens in myself. Why is it so hard to do so for myself?? I think I might have maladaptive daydreaming sometimes, too. I keep creating innerworlds...
(Possibly)
~Aurae Novae🪐🌌~
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dove-chan32931 · 8 months
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*Rainy Days With You*
Dreary, dull, bleak
I imagined they would be vibrant with you.
But instead I was disappointed.
I thought that we would remain forever.
But I'm no fortune teller.
So instead, as it rains, I imagine what could have been.
I remember the good times.
The memories.
The promises.
Our plans.
The love we had for one another.
My mind is pure static as it scrambles to envision you.
But you're gone.
Your face is blank.
How could I have forgotten so easily?
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever mean the words I spoke to you?
I erased all memories of you from my mind.
How could I forget?
The pain was unbearable,
As the rain dripped against the window.
To forget was easier.
To remember was painful.
My feelings were all over the place for you, similar to how this poem is.
Moments I loved you.
Moments I resented you.
Moments I never cared for you.
Moments that you were just a stranger to me before I met you.
Not the person I loved.
Is this poem even for the person I envisioned?
Or is it for you?
The woman I loved?
The man I loved?
Who is it for?
Is this poem meant for you both, to hear, to read?
I wish I could go back.
To show you my true feelings.
To choose the correct option.
The rain drops slide down this bleak window.
The drops race one another.
Just like how my feelings raced for you both.
One would be ahead of the other, until the other caught up and overcame it.
They would continue in this endless race, until they merged into one rain drop together.
A raindrop was just a metaphor for my tangle of feelings.
You loved the rainy weather.
You loved the rainy weather as well.
Rainy days with you.
I imagine them all the time.
Staring out the window, while in your arms.
While cuddled under the blankets.
I started this poem for you, yet I think of you both.
The both of you had a hold on my heart.
But you had a tighter hold.
The late night talks,
While the other slept.
I could never replace them.
The whispering of sweet words we shared while the other cried for the attention I always gave them.
I could never replace it either.
I was divided.
And would always be.
Or so I thought.
To you both, I don't love you equally.
I stopped loving one.
I continue loving one.
Who would it be?
The one who returned my feelings?
Or the one who never would?
I started this poem for you.
I continued it for the both of you.
Yet I finished it for me.
The sun would soon come out.
To take away these dreary, bleak, dull rainy days from me.
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jitterbugjive · 8 months
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sometimes I forget how pathetically petty some people can be
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