can't sleep, can't sleep

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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[It would never cease to amaze him just how easily she melted into his arms, a dark, satisfied smirk tugging across his lips as she begged him to touch her. While he could always throw her to the bed and force into her until she screamed for mercy, he felt that the crime of waking him from pleasant slumber required something a bit more... stringent.]

[She wanted his rough hands at her hips, bucking into her until they were spent, but she wouldn't learn anything that way. His attempts to make her dependent on him were going remarkably smoothly, but there was nothing to say that there would be any harm in reinforcing such ideals in his young, eager wife.]

[Hans chided her gently with a soft tsk tsk of his tongue, rutting his hips up against her sharply to quell her when she began to grind hungrily down against him.]

Patience, my pet. [He murmured to her softly, snatching one of her delicate hands in his, bestowing it with a kiss--before guiding it down to rest at the swell of his crotch. His fingers would curve around hers, forcing her to gently drag her palm against his length through the fabric of his drawers, a pleased exhale escaping through his lips.]

[While one hand busied itself with drawing her attention to him, the other moved to tug at the lacing at the front of the undergarment until they came loose, the king shifting slightly as he eased his partially-hard cock out of the fabric.] Anna... [He purred to her, pulling her hand to touch him directly, hips raising into the contact.]

[He could feel the thin silk of her nightie struggling to maintain her decency, and once he'd delegated the task of making him hard to her, he'd reach for that nightgown. Fingers hooked into the scandalously low neckline, tugging it down to free one of her breasts, his tongue flicking against the pointed nipple there if only to hear her cry out.]

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[ It doesn't occur to Anna even once that perhaps this isn't exactly what she needs after having just woken up from a nightmare involving her dead sister - Hans has a way of making her forget absolutely everything that isn't him, and right now, that most certainly isn't an exception. She's cradled in his lap now, more of a throne than the one she's supposed to sit in alongside her husband's, and the heat radiating between them seems to be working its way down between her thighs until she's sticky and slick and swollen, until all she can think of is how desperately she wants Hans, how desperately she needs Hans, and that she'll do anything to have him. She doesn't see it as a trained response or something that's been bred into her - no, at this point it's all instinct, it's every bit as much of a part of her as the king himself is. Fully prepared to squirm and grind down upon him until she's coming undone without even having been undressed, Anna lets out a small little mew of a sound when Hans stops her from doing just that - instead, he ruts his own hips upwards, and she's left gasping and breathless in his arms as he chides her for too much, too soon. She can't remember, exactly, just when it was that the power dynamic between the two of them had shifted so much within the confines of their bedroom, or if it's always been there from the very beginning, but she doesn't complain, because she's still just as addicted by Hans as she had been even before they had married in the first place. ]

I...Hans... [ She's starting to fuss, just a little bit, torn between her own need for relief and her desire to please him, and the sheer yearning in her voice is undeniable. Thankfully, he doesn't wait long - calling her his pet, something that's always made her flush with equal parts pleasure and something else she can't quite readily identify, Hans reaches for one of her trembling hands and brings it to his lips for a chaste - loving, she thinks - kiss before guiding it down between the press of their bodies and to the budding swell of his crotch. She draws in a breathy gasp, her heart racing as he forces her slim fingers to curl around the length of his cock that's already half-hard - she loves the feel of him, the heavy weight in her palm and how difficult it is for her to form a fist around him, and most of all, she loves knowing that she's making him feel good. She tries to continue stroking him through his undergarments even as he reaches down to undo them, and by the time the length of his cock is springing free, flushed and just about to glisten at the swollen head, Anna can't help but let out a reverent sigh, a keening moan that's far more wanton than she realizes. ] I - I don't think that I'm going to be able to be patient for that much longer. [ She warns him breathlessly, with a sheepish little smile, but no sooner has she said it is he bringing her hand back down to his stiffening cock, and she eagerly allows him to guide her dainty fingers around the length of it, rubbing tenderly along the shaft and arching her back when he raises his hips to meet her halfway. The headboard behind them is starting to creak lazily in time with their movements, and Anna's panties are soaked and clinging to the heat of her, sweet juices dripping down her creamy thighs like warm honey when Hans all but purrs her name - something that's never failed to drive her wild in the past. ]

I - oh! [ Predictably, she does cry out when he tugs down the barely-there hem of her nightie to free one of her pert, needy breasts, and the wet heat of his mouth claiming ownership of one of her pebbled and unbearably sensitive little nipples has her back arching even more, the curve of it both obscene and delicate in the sheer and undiluted desperation it exudes. She rocks forward in his lap, her head tipping back as her eyes squeeze shut and an expression of pure need overwhelms her freckled face, and she's pressed herself so flush against him from the waist down that she can no longer maintain a steady hold of his cock - instead, she pets at the length of it, reverent and eager, and the soiled crotch of her panties rubs against the base of it, more than enough stimulation for a bride as young and inexperienced as she is. She must look a right mess - her hair is tumbling out of its braids and cascading loosely down her back, and she's flushed and panting as her nightie rides up around her trembling thighs, one supple breast bare and exposed and perked into her husband's sinfully-skilled mouth. Hans, however, seems every bit as composed as he always is, and if Anna knew any better, she would know that it was more of him being in control than anything else. ]

I want...I need...please... [ She keens again, because for as good as rubbing herself raw on the length of his thick cock through her panties is proving to be, she knows that having him inside of her will be even better, especially if she's able to do it like this, especially if he kisses and suckles at her tender breasts until they're every bit as red and swollen as her poor, neglected pussy. ] Hans - please, I just - I can't - [ Her voice is a soft and pleading little whine at this point, and it's her need for him, her desperation for him, that causes Anna to slide the hand that had previously been rubbing along his length to reach for the crotch of her panties instead, and she whimpers as she clumsily pushes it aside, gasping as the cool nighttime air washes over her flushed, glistening, and overheated skin. Her clit is swollen and pulsating in time with her racing heartbeat, and she knows that she's mere Seconds away from orgasm already. She rocks her hips forward again, and this time it's bare skin on bare skin - the stiffened heat of Hans' length grinds between her slick and dripping lips, and Anna cries out loudly enough for both the guards standing outside their door to hear, the tight, taut muscles of her entrance clenching and clamping down in search of a cock that just isn't there.] Please, just - is this okay?

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[He adored nothing more than an eager woman. Already, he could feel the warm tendrils of arousal coiling around his mind and making his thoughts fuzzy. Rather than his carefully selected words and recklessly made promises--he was drowning in the taste of her flushed skin against his tongue, the way her fingers tensed and trembled when he allowed her to touch him, groaning appreciatively against the skin of her breast.]

[This hadn't been the first time his young bride had shown such enthusiasm, but if you indulge a child in sweets they'll never learn to appreciate them. He almost always tried to force her to savor their encounters--save for quick moments of violent passion when time allowed for nothing else--but she was close to overwhelming him. The sound of her voice made his hips raise up against her, breathing a dark chuckle against her skin when he felt how incredibly wet she was, even through the panties that clung so intimately close. A quick exhale and he would sit upright enough to loom taller than she--a growl at the back of his throat as he claimed her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.]

[In a different state of mind he would have instantly taken her offer to ride him as hard as she wanted, but he'd lost some grip on that self-control when she pressed the bared lips of her pussy against his shaft, a startled moan stifled by teeth catching at his lower lip. Clear precum would visibly bead at the tip of his cock, her wanton cry and pleading for his permission almost enough to make him give in--suppressing a longing to let her take control of him.]

[In a quick motion, he rolls to the side, pressing her to the bed beneath him as he balances on top of her. Breathing a discreet sigh of relief when he grasps at a small amount of clarity. Still, he takes a moment to admire her beneath him--flushed, visibly aroused, desperate--he exhaled softly, reaching to pull at her panties. When he'd pulled the fabric away from her swollen lips, he replaced it with his middle and ring fingers, distracting her momentarily with the slow, agonizing draw of his fingers against her entrance. With each sweep, he'd spread her juices up and over her clit to make it as slick as the rest of her, nudging his middle finger gently up against the nub to make her squirm.]

You seem restless, my love. [He speaks once he feels he can do so without muttering profanity, his dick aching from where he's supporting himself on his hands and knees--although he makes no moves to stop her if she insists on serving him with her fingers.] Do you need to be exhausted? [He asks smoothly, intent on making her come again and again if that's what she desired of him. He'd kept her in bed all day before, so how would this be any different?]

[He lowers his body over hers, dipping his head down to press his lips to the lobe of her ear, muttering against it.] I could give you what you want, love. [He began, pressing those fingers insistently against her entrance. One slipped inside easily--making sure the other was slick enough before introducing a second finger.] I could bruise your thighs until you can no longer walk straight--knowing that everyone who lays eyes upon you will know you belong to me. [He'd press both fingers inside on the declaration she was his, burying them inside her.]

Or--[He draws the fingers out of her, now drenched with her juices, tracing the fingers up to massage frustratingly gently around her clit.] I could use my mouth--you've enjoyed it before.

[He was giving her a choice, giving her no time to focus on anything but the husband who demanded her attention. He overwhelmed her when they were together--but he would never dare let her overwhelm him.]