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sleepyhead-poll · 4 months

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ROUND 1C, MATCH 9 OUT OF 16!

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Aurora Sya Lis Goodreste:

After being kidnapped by the Demon King all she does is Sleep, or try to sleep. She won't stop at nothing to get a good night of sleep, including escaping her prison and decapitating monsters.

Aurora Sya Lis Goodreste, princess of the Kingdom of Goodreste, is a relentless force of nature driven by one unshakeable goal: to not just sleep, but to achieve the best, most comfortable sleep possible. She can quickly fall asleep almost anywhere, even in the most perilous of situations, but prizes quality of sleep above all else. Although kidnapped and held captive by the Demon King Twilight, this has done nothing to sway her from her obsession - to the point that breaking free of her cell, terrorizing the Demon King's minions, and crafting ever-more-superior bedding from their remains is a daily routine to her. So recklessly dedicated is she to the pursuit of a good night's sleep that she has lost all fear of death, having died and been resurrected several times during the course of her misadventures. Despite all this, Syalis has grown close to the monsters of the Demon King Castle, and - when not hunting them down for bedding materials - will often help them with their issues because doing good deeds helps her sleep better, too. Other miscellaneous Princess Syalis facts: her weapon of choice is a giant pair of scissors. She is especially fond of the Teddy Demons, who have grown so attached to her in turn that they'll readily do her bidding. She actually has a very strong work ethic (because the sooner she finishes all her work, the sooner she can go to sleep). She is self-conscious of her short tongue. She seems to have some form of face blindness, as she mostly tells people apart by their clothing.

Sya spends her entire captivity in the Demon Castle wreaking havoc in order to sleep the most and best she ever has. Her sleepiness is not only in her own name ("Sya" is like "zzz" in Japanese), but in the title of her entire series!

she will do anything to sleep

she just wants to sleep in the most comfortable fashion possible. that's it. that's the plot. also she is a menace when she is awake.

The entire anime revolves around the princess of the human kingdom trying to get a good night's sleep! She uses a demon's horns to sand something down & is more of a threat to the demons than them to her most of the time. Also, her interactions with the hero trying to save her are hilarious

She spends every episode just trying to get the best sleep possible. She will see something she believes will be so so so comfy and risk her entire well being to get to the comfy spot. Bonus demons working to ensure she gets what she wants because they are scared of her even though they took her prisoner.

Her main goal in life is to sleep. She causes utter chaos just so she can get a good sleep. She destroys parts of the demon castle, kills demons(there's a guy who revives them so this isn't permanent) and occasionally dies in order to get bedding material for a good sleep.

This girl will literally kill for some rest.

Sya sweep!!! Her whole series is about how sleepy she is, people

Jade Harley:

She has narcolepsy due to some meddling from another character, but it's narcolepsy nonetheless. She spends a lot of time sleeping, but that does hold her back as she's able to get a lot done on Prospit (a sort of dream world). She cares a lot about her friends and has a lot of interests like nuclear physics, cartoons, her dog, and being a markswoman.

She loves sleeping and dreaming!

She's got narcolepsy (....kinda, it's complicated) so for most of her initial appearances that girlie is just off in sleepy town, absolute snoozeville. Also I have great respect for her ability to look so comfy while sleeping in objectively uncomfy places, like a greenhouse floor

The original sleepy girl. so very sleepy. you agree

sometimes the world just needs a sleepy whimsical puppy girl. that's how it is

she falls asleep at random moments, and she has a robot that acts out her dreams for her so she doesn't sleepwalk and potentially get hurt, but the effect of this is her online friends aren't always sure when chatting with her whether she's awake or asleep. they don't tend to realize they're talking to dreambot jade until she says something completely bizarre and nonsensical, but then sometimes she says strange and silly things while awake because she's a very silly girl (/positive) and trying to parse whether a thing she said is just her being silly vs her being asleep can be difficult. also she sometimes has visions of real events happening somewhere or some*when* else in her sleep.

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dumfanting · 10 months

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See You Again ch 3

Chapter 2

AO3 Link

Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: makeouts, confessions, dry humping, outercourse

Notes: f reader, pov second person, present tense

1913 words

I have a tendency to start outlining and wind up finished entire chapters without really intending to; that happened here. It also didn’t even remotely go like this while I was planning the story out, but hey, sometimes stories write themselves. (Also I just noticed the accidental Sweeney Todd reference, whoops)

F reader/ Gregor

Now that he’s walked you home, Gregor spends the night.

It’s dark in your apartment, but you remedy this by quickly flipping a switch near the front door, which illuminates the studio style space comfortably with soft yellow-white light. The place is kind of a mess, and in any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed by it, but a few dirty dishes are the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. You’ve started to tremble again as you double and then triple check the lock on the front door. Once you’re satisfied with that, you quickly dart around the room making absolutely sure that the windows and balcony door are locked up tightly.

You pass Gregor, about to check the lock on the door a fourth time, but he steps in front of you and stops you. Cautiously, he very loosely holds you by the shoulders and speaks softly.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe here,” he says, but you can’t hear him over the panic rising in your chest. You look through him, babbling incoherently and shifting uneasily on your feet. You glance between the doors and windows, and he notices that your breathing is quick and shallow. Taking a chance, he moves a hand and gently cups the side of your face, making you look at him. He says your name a few times, until your eyes focus on him.

“Stop,” he says. You open your mouth to protest, but he surprises you by softly holding a finger to your lips, making your heart race in an entirely different way and quieting you.

“No one is going to hurt you, not while I’m around,” he says firmly. “I promise, you’re safe with me,” he continues, moving his hand away from your mouth and to the back of your neck. The warmth of his palm on your skin grounds you.

You meet his eyes, see something fierce in the way he’s protectively focused on you, and you believe him. But, overcome by fear and adrenaline, you crumble into his chest, sobbing. He tucks your head under his chin and holds you tightly, swaying ever so slightly for a while. When you hiccup, he moves you back from him enough to see your face.

Gregor glances around your apartment and sees that you don’t have a couch, so, after catching your eye again, he jerks his head at the next best thing: your bed. You nod at him, chuckling weakly. He steers you towards it and sits on top of the blankets, back against the wall, while you curl into him. Over the next few minutes, your tears dry and the shakes taper off into an occasional twitch. You break the silence with a halfhearted laugh, and he peers down at you with a look of mild confusion.

“I want to say something snappy about you getting me into bed so soon but I can’t really think of anything,” you explain, your voice strained as you shrug at him. Your ear is still against his chest, so when he laughs you can feel it, and the sensation is deeply comforting, prompting you to relax into him a little more.

“Yeah, you could at least let me take you on a date first,” he says, smirking at you. You sit up and look thoughtfully at him.

“I’d like that,” you say, hoping the light is low enough to hide the flush that spreads across your cheeks as you speak.

“Wait, you would?” Gregor says, taken aback by your words. You nod at him, your heart pounding in your chest, and watch as he seems to think it over.

After a few seconds, he slides closer to you and cups your cheek again. You sigh, content, and relax into his hand, closing your eyes.

The next thing you know, his lips are pressed against yours, almost shyly. You kiss him back, and you both make a kind of ‘oh thank god’ sound as you grab his shoulders and pull him closer to you. The kiss intensifies, and he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. You oblige, quickly opening up for him. When you taste each other for the first time, his hands slide to your hips and you climb into his lap, straddling him. He starts to tug at the hem of your shirt, but abruptly stops himself, pulling back from you.

“We shouldn’t,” he says. In response to your confused face, he continues: “considering what you’ve just been through, you probably aren’t thinking clearly.” You frown at him and lean back.

“What, are you saying I wouldn’t want you otherwise? Because I do,” you say, almost offended. “I… have for a while, actually,” you continue, and your voice goes soft, but you maintain eye contact. You pause for a second, then smile softly at him. “I won’t push it. Besides, you should take me out first, you said so yourself,” you say.

He’s quiet for a moment, and despite the way he shakes his head at you, you can’t miss the way his face lights up. He leans forward, kissing you again, softly this time. You pull away, then he shifts forward and presses his forehead into yours, closing his eyes and breathing you in. The intimacy of it makes you shudder, and you follow suit.

The two of you stay like that for a while, until the hour-chime of the chrono on his wrist pulls you out of the comfortable quiet. Reluctantly, he shifts back away from you.

“It’s late,” he says. He glances over at you, his eyes searching yours. “Do you still want me to…?” he trails off.

“Stay with me, Gregor. Please,” you whisper, taking his hand into yours. He leans forward and softly kisses you again.

“Alright mesh’la, I’ll stay,” he says, whispering back.

With that decided, you slide off of the bed, grabbing something to sleep in before ducking into the refresher. Once the door shuts, Gregor turns and flops onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and grinning to himself. After a minute or two, the refresher door opens, and he sits back up to find you wearing nothing but your panties and an oversized shirt. You catch him staring and can’t help but giggle. He shakes himself, looking at you apologetically as he rubs at the back of his neck. You hop onto the bed and peck his cheek, then he gets to his feet and takes his turn in the refresher.

While he’s in there, you quickly double check all of the locks, and just before you reach the light switch, Gregor returns, and you see that he’s stripped down to just his boxers. You aren’t subtle at all as you eye him up, then shut the lights off. You crawl into bed, and despite the darkness, you can see him standing awkwardly at the foot. You shake your head at him.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you say, scooting to the side and patting the space next to you on the mattress.

“You sure?” he says. You nod, then realize he probably can’t see you.

“I’m sure. Come on, we should get some sleep,” you say. He hesitates for just a second, then shrugs and slips between the sheets to lie down with you.

You notice how stiff he is, and roll over to face him. “You can relax, you know,” you say, smirking at him. “I won’t bite.”

He laughs and turns to face you, propping his head up with an elbow and resting his other hand gingerly on your waist. You scoot forward enough for your chests to touch, then hold a hand to the side of his head. You briefly run your fingers through his hair, and he makes a relaxed humming sound. His eyes meet yours, and less than a second later, his lips are on yours again. You sigh into him, grip his shoulders, and turn over with him so that he’s now above you. He allows this, and moves his hands to your hips. Even through the cotton of your shirt, his touch burns like fire, and you want more.

The kiss deepens, and you test the waters, casually shifting your legs open to make room for him between them. He notices this, and settles down just above you, hovering there on his knees. Your tongues dance, and as you taste each other again, you move enough to bump upwards into him. He breaks the kiss with a groan, and looks at you as if trying to decide if you did that on purpose or not. You snake your arms under his and wrap them around his upper back, kissing him and bumping upwards into him with a little more energy. He softly gasps against your mouth, and you repeat the motion a third time, with more enthusiasm.

Taking the obvious hint, Gregor straightens out his legs and grinds into you at an angle against your panties, making you groan softly. Moving instinctively, you open your legs wider before hooking your knees around his thighs, pulling him closer to you. So close in fact, that you can feel how hard you’ve made him, and you giggle. You slip your hands along his sides, coming to rest at the small of his back, holding him tightly against you while you bump into him again.

He curses under his breath before kissing you once more, his hips jerking against yours, to the point where he can faintly feel how wet you are through the thin layers of fabric that separate you. He meets your eyes, and seeing the desire there spurs him to reposition himself. His hard cock is straining against the confines of his boxers, and he shifts his hips so that the bulge is butting up directly against your pussy. He shifts again, making your panties rub against your clit, and you whine.

You both hump into and against each other, quickly finding a rhythm, and with a particularly strong snap of his hips, you feel your peak approaching fast. You slip a hand between your legs, desperate for relief, but Gregor stops you by grabbing both of your hands with his, interlacing your fingers, and holding them up roughly even with your shoulders, all the while keeping pace without slowing.

He kisses you feverishly, grinding down against you, and you suddenly break away from his lips, gasping and whining his name.

“Oh, f-fuck, Gregor, please-,” you say, right on the edge.

“Well,” he says, chuckling darkly at you. “Since you said ‘please’,” he says, crushing his lips against yours while simultaneously driving himself against you perfectly.

You come hard, holding his hands in a white-knuckle grip while your legs quiver. This pushes him over the edge, and just before he cums, Gregor shifts himself downward and away from your hot core, grunting through his teeth as he does. You’re faintly aware of a small wet spot forming near your knee, but you’re too far gone from your orgasm to really care.

A split second later, he’s collapsed into your chest, his head resting over your pounding heart and his hands easing their grip on yours. Your body relaxes, and you slip your hands free of his. You grip him by the shoulders, and roll the two of you over onto your sides, facing one another. He softly smiles at you, then gives you a soft kiss before pulling you closer into his arms.

As you fall asleep, you’ve never felt safer.

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