#I can’t sleep nia

[deadinside8675]

A tribute by 3D model of a character named Jigsaw a 3D model from ShrimpFriedThis she looks very similar to nia from I can’t sleep

wanna hear something shocking I know this may sound like a lie but this 3D model only took me three days to make again 3 DAYS i’m proud of how the 3D model came out here’s the link to ShrimpFriedThis.s Account and a link to the YouTuber I can’t sleep check them both out

https://www.deviantart.com/shrimpfriedthis

Originally I thought they were both the same characters

[marbleu08]

mababam

[stuffedgamer]

Some requests from my BOYFRIEND @kaifougere666

[thenamesellen]

Niaaaaa.

[kid-lost-in-mcdonalds-play-area]

I really just wanted to draw Nia from nosleep666 because that series has my brain in a chokehold

[sinceyousawvienna]

sweet dreams

[malachitezmeyka]

Forever torn between “If I get my first F since I was in the fifth grade that might actually be my final straw” and “Omfg I am so beyond giving a fuck at this point leave me alone”

Of course, there’s always a chance I could successfully argue my point that hey, it’s gonna be very unfair if you give me an F for not writing an essay I don’t know how to write. Like, the essay I’ll have to write to be allowed to sit my exam in May is a pain in the ass, but it at least has a structure that is relatively easy to follow. But essays for literature class? They’re actually fucking beyond me. I’ve written like.. three of those in my life, two were bullshitted so completely that in the one based on Hero of Our Time, I said that Pechorin is somehow both a fatalist and NOT a fatalist at the same time and I still have no idea how I got an A for it, and the third took me three tries to do and it still was barely passable. I don’t know how to do them, nobody will fucking EXPLAIN how to do them, and… honestly, I’d much rather take the F and not bother than work my ass off and write something my teacher will ruthlessly pick apart. It’s less humiliating that way

But will my teacher listen to me? Probably not. She low-key hates me anyway

[cuteniarose]

It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[mooki3-bear]

late nights (paige bueckers x black!fem!reader)

Blurb

Warnings: Kind of suggestive

summary: you love talking to Paige at night

1 AM

“Paige, what if I told you I was pregnant” I say laying in our bed, readjusting my bonnet on my head.

“You’re not,” Paige replies half asleep.

“How would you know?” I asked, turning my body towards her.

“Cause I don’t have the equipment for it” she says.

“You right…you right” 

2 AM

“Paige! What would you do if I got a pixie cut” I say, tapping her shoulder.

Paige turns her body towards me once more, examining my face. “I mean…sure”

“You think i’d look like Nia long in the 90’s”

“Baby, I think you look better than Nia long” she says leaning in, giving me a quick kiss before turning back over.

“Hoe don’t lie to me. No one looks better than nia long”

3:45 AM

“Baby, you up” Paige asks

“Kinda…why” i say turning over to look at her

“I can’t sleep,” she says, running her hand down my body.

“No Paige! I'm too tired for that” I say, grabbing her hand away from my ass.

“You don’t even gotta do anything! I’ll do all the work” paige defends, kissing my neck.

“Fine” I say with a smile on my face

4:58 AM

“Are you sure you can’t give me a baby?” I ask, wrapped in Paige's arms as we lay there naked.

“I'll try harder next time,” she says with a chuckle.

“Thank you mama” I say with a yawn as we finally drift to sleep.

9:32 AM

I wake up to the smell of pancakes coming from our kitchen. I find one of Paige's shirts on the floor and a pair of my shorts and make my way to my girlfriend. I walk up behind her and give her a kiss on her shoulder as she makes eggs and bacon.

“I love our night talks”

“Me too, baby” She says with a tired smile on her face.

[deadinside8675]

here’s some more 3D artwork of jigsaw from shrimpfriedthis and jigsaws new son Marcus deadstein

they’re both going to be part of an animated series I’m gonna try and make it if I can

[reverie-starlight]

nia, you’ve inspired me to write this with that sleepover question you asked abt me n atsumu a while ago 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I live soley to bug him. it’s my favourite hobby. @luvring

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff.

the faint humming of the television as it played whatever movie had been reduced to background noise is the only sound in your apartment’s tiny living room.

you’re laying on top of atsumu, who’s holding you so tightly against him to make sure you don’t roll off and hit the floor. it had been a lovely day together, going out for lunch and then spending the day at your place playing video games and watching movies. you had even attempted to cook dinner together (a task neither of you are particularly good at, but the simple Italian recipe you found seemed to work out well). you’ve been “sleeping” on his chest for the past half hour, but if you’re being honest, you’re slightly more awake than you’re pretending to be.

according to the clock on your wall, it’s 9:30. which means atsumu has to start heading home soon. it’s the time he set for himself and he’s always so good at keeping his schedule, but you don’t want him to go just yet.

…or at all.

you stay perfectly still on top of him without tensing up too much to avoid suspicion, hoping he’ll just forget and stay the night. with the way he’s gently rubbing one of his hands up and down the skin of your back, you almost fall asleep in his arms for real. but then you feel him slow to a stop.

he pulls his hand out from under your shirt, slowly, you assume it’s so he doesn’t ‘wake you up’, and sighs. you can just picture him checking his phone and realizing, so you do what any scheming partner would- you pretend to wrap your arms around him tighter and nuzzle into him in your sleep.

but atsumu’s observant. he knows you’re not actually sleeping (your breathing hadn’t quite evened out yet) but you are getting there, so he dares to disrupt the serene environment and kisses your forehead to soften the blow.

“baby,” he says, and you immediately shake your head in protest. “ya gotta move, sweetheart. it’s time for me to go.”

“noooo,” you whine, and he thinks it’s the cutest sound he’s ever heard.

he knows you don’t want him to leave just as much as he doesn’t want to leave either, but even though he hates the very idea of it, he has to be up early for practice and you live a bit further away than he’s willing to accommodate for on such short notice.

you nuzzle into his neck a bit more and he sighs again. “angel, please?”

you tilt your head up to look at him and he worries about the angle your neck is twisting at. he brings a hand up to cup the back of your head to keep you from moving it any more.

“‘tsum, please stay?”

turns out you were closer to falling asleep than he anticipated. your voice is so soft and clearly riddled with sleep that he almost caves.

but then he remembers last time this happened and how he had to wake up at 4:30 to make it back to his own apartment to shower, change and pack his gym bag.

and he shudders.

“lovebug, ya know I wish I could, but I really can’t this time. can ya let me up?”

you grumble a bit at the nickname, peering up to glare at him, and he thinks you’re really going to give in, but instead you just lock your legs tight around his.

of course you’re not making this easy for him. when do you ever?

“baby!” he can’t help but laugh, because he absolutely adores you for it.

“you can’t leave if you can’t move,” is what he thinks he hears muffled against his chest.

“that a challenge?”

you shrug and he just scoffs.

“cause if it is… I think we both know how quickly you’d be proven wrong.”

it’s true and you do in fact know it, but you’re just desperate enough to delude yourself into thinking you could keep him down with sheer determination alone.

so when you hold your ground and get defeated in milliseconds by him manhandling you and carrying you to your room, it’s a good thing you have a backup plan ready.

“okay, okay! you win, so your prize is taking me home with you for a sleepover at your place!”

he freezes just as he’s about to dump you on your bed (and presumably tuck you in so you don’t try and jump him on his way out like you have many times before).

atsumu wonders why he hadn’t thought of that as he breaks out into a wide grin. he curls you closer towards him and presses kisses all over your face and neck. “you and your beautiful brain! Oh I love ya so much,” and then he drops you onto the bed. “pack a bag, you’re comin’ over.”

ten minutes later, you’re out the door and no longer tired. it’s a struggle to lock your door when you’re still slung over his shoulder and trying not to laugh so loud that you wake up your neighbours, but like most other situations, he’s there to keep you steady.

“take your time babe, not like we’re in a rush,” he teases while swaying back and forth to make things harder.

you feel delirious, from love or being held upside down you’re not quite sure, but you giggle some more and smack his back. “‘atsumu, come on.”

he relents and soon enough you’re in his bed, playing with his hair. the roles seem to have reversed, because now he’s the sleepy one and you’re admiring the view.

you feel his breath tickle your neck and the goosebumps that follow. he nuzzles into you further and you can feel the movement of his lips when he says “we should have a forever sleepover.”

you turn into a puddle of goo. “yeah? you want to spend every night together?”

he nods and grumbles when you move your hand away from his hair. “wan’ ya with me every night. wanna come home to ya. and I wanna be the first thing ya see when you get home too.”

you coo at your sleepy golden retriever of a boyfriend and he hides his face against your shoulder. “you’re adorable when you’re tired, baby.”

“not as cute as you were earlier, that’s for sure.”

you smile and press a kiss to his scalp before forming a response for his unofficial proposal to move in together.

it’s not as though you haven’t thought about it. it’s constantly on your mind, especially since staying at his place has started to feel less like being a guest and more like an extension of your own home.

if he were to ask you properly, you would most definitely say yes, but since he’s half asleep and most likely doesn’t realize what he’s insinuating…

“we’ll talk about it more tomorrow after you get back from practice. sleep, angel, it’s late. I love you,” you whisper.

he nods a little and repeats the sentiment in a soft, slurred murmur before nodding off for the night.

you’re sure to hug him a little tighter as you drift off soon after and dream of him.

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cheesy ending, but I’m feeling soft for him :( so can you really blame me??

tagging some more lovely people :3 @emmyrosee @dira333

[marbleu08]

No Rest For The Living

[stuffedgamer]

The sleepless

[karinasbaby]

jungwon titty sucker

oh so it’s like that huh?

yang jungwon — professional tits sucker at ur service.

P. bf(down bad)!jungwon x fem!reader (17+) | W. jungwon loves tits, tits play, boob appreciation, yes to mommy milkers, we love tits, making out, smut, unprotected sex (don’t), oral fixation won, nasty stuff but mainly bewbs | WC. no idea cuz it’s probably less than 1k | A,N. quick little snack for you nia to calm down while i (try to) work on my won drabble.

bf!jungwon who has an obsession with holding your tits and squeezing them softly in his hands. there’s just smth about the way his veiny large hands look around your tender flesh whenever he fondles your tits, this obsession slowly branches into him holding onto your boobs whenever the two of you go to sleep. just casually sneaking his cold fingers under your shirt and relishing in the way he feels goosebumps aligning your skin the second his finger tips make contact with your warm breasts.

bf!jungwon who gradually stars becoming more distracted by your tits whenever he fucks you in missionary (his go to position) where he would lay you gently on the soft mattress, tongue brushing against yours as he kisses you while he thrusts in slooowwly inside of you allowing you to adjust to his size before settling on his knees and pulling himself away from your warm embrace, that’s when he starts to pound into your dripping cunt that’s wrapped around him so perfectly. hands gripping tightly around your hips while he pistons his own against yours just to see the sight of your tits bouncing under him.

sometimes he would go as far as to pinching and pulling on your hardened nipples just to hear you mewl out his name in pleasure. loves loves loves to push you past your limits when he decides to lower himself again to capture your nipples in his mouth and suck them harshly.

bf!jungwon who adores it when you ride him. just having him pressed against the headboard with you taking control. giving you the lead every once in a while just to see the sight of your tits bouncing right on top of his face while you push yourself down his leaking cock. staring at your tits mesmerised like a drunk man till he decides to hold onto your hips as he sucks in your nipples inside of his warm mouth while he grinds you against him, he knows that whenever he’s gently biting your nipples with his dick deep inside of you, he gets to make you unravel around him almost instantly.

bf!jungwon who also loves to toy and pull at your nipples whenever he’s eating you out. with your plush thighs wrapped around his head and your hands gripping at the sheets because of the way he’s suckling and licking at your swollen clit, while he would just have his hands squeezing your tits. would look up at you with his pretty cat-like eyes asking “feels good, baby?” as if he hasn’t made you cum on his mouth twice already, would squeeze and dig his nails around your breasts if you take too long to respond. and would only hum in approval around your clit when you gasp “yes! won s’good!” just to enjoy the way your legs shake and twitch on his broad shoulders.

bf!jungwon who— finally after a long night settles next to your naked form with either his own bare chest pressed against your back so he could hold onto your tits and fall asleep (due to him constantly claiming about how he ‘can’t fall asleep without holding onto your boobs’) or with his mouth latched onto your nipple (to satisfy his oral fixation that he refuses to admit he has) as you play with his hair and lull him and yourself to sleep

a,n. jungwon debut on my acc woohooo ! also this is not proofread <3 i wrote this in literally 8 mins at 5 am so im sorry if its bad but ily have a good day / night

[biblomaniac]

Supercorp headcanon:

The realization is almost startling. Kara hasn’t called her by her name in what seems to be a long time. They’ve seen each other nearly every day in the months following Alex and Kelly’s wedding, and yet Kara had said her given name only a handful of times, and only out in public.

Once Lena recognizes this curious phenomenon, she decides, as a scientist, that she needs empirical evidence to prove she hasn’t deluded herself into believing a fantasy. Over a two week period, Lena record dates, times, events, situations, and surrounding bystanders, and how each correlates to a different pet names from Kara.

By the end of the fortnite, the brunette has amassed a relatively large amount of data. Lena found that Kara called her:

Baby- 27 times

Babe- 15 times

Sweetheart- 10 times

Honey- 4 times

Lena is astounded to realize that:

1. She and Kara spend A LOT of time together; and

2. Kara has only called her by her name three times (two at The Foundation during a press conference, and one at CatCo when Lena dropped by to bring her favorite new Editor in Chief lunch.

Armed with proof, Lena plans to confront Kara when they meet tonight before game night. Unsurprisingly, Kara has already begun setting up snacks and games when Lena unlocks the door to what has become her shared apartment with Kara. Surprisingly, Lena didn’t have to find any sort of awkward segue to begin the conversation.

“Baby, what last game do you think we should set out for tonight? We played clue last week, but the last time we played monopoly it kind of got out of hand.”

“I wouldn’t say, ‘out of hand,’ Kara.”

“Babe, you bankrupted everyone and refused to end the game until Alex admitted you were the queen of monopoly. We do not need to have a repeat performance of that now that Esme will be coming.”

“Fine, let’s just play Candyland. Esme will enjoy it and she won’t have to struggle to keep up with the adults for this one.”

“Perfect idea, honey. Thanks for helping me pick,” Kara says as she finishes setting up and turns back around to face Lena.

Knowing there is no better opportunity than now, Lena asks if they can talk. If Kara swallows after she agrees, no one has to know. Lena leads Kara to the couch; they sit close enough to grasp hands if necessary but far enough to move their arms or legs without brushing against one another.

“Kara, why have you been calling me all these nicknames?”

“What do you mean? I’ve just been calling you by your name.”

It seems Lena didn’t factor in the possibility that Kara herself hadn’t realized she amassed such a large repertoire of pet names for Lena. A pink tinge crawls slowly up pale cheeks.

“Kar, you haven’t addressed me by my name outside of our jobs in months.”

“Okay, but we see each other every day. What have a been calling you?”

It seems Lena will have to shove her embarrassment in a little box so she can admit her findings to Kara.

“Well, you’ve… you’ve been calling me various terms of endearment.”

Kara chuckles at Lena’s overly formal response.

“Lee, just tell me what I’ve been calling you. It can’t be offensive, or you’d have brought this up ages ago.”

“You’ve been calling me ‘baby,’ and… and ‘babe,’ and ‘sweetheart,’ and—”

“Oh. Okay, did it bother you?”

“Well, no. I just—“

“Because if it has, I can totally stop. I’d hate to cross any boundaries.”

Boundaries. Since what Nia dubbed the “Friendship Breakup of the Century,” boundaries have been blurrier than ever. Even before Lex revealed Kara as Supergirl, boundaries between them were murky, tiptoeing back and forth over the line of friendship and something more. Lena has managed to keep her feelings stuffed into neat little boxes. She has never been certain if Kara felt what she did, never wanted to rock the boat of their relationship by calling to attention just how…intimate some aspects of their relationship are.

“What boundaries are there really left to cross, Kara?”

“What do you mean?”

It seems Lena will have to buck up and spell it out.

“We sleep in the same bed, for gods sake!”

Kara tilts her head, looking a bit like a confused puppy.

“What’s wrong with that? I thought you liked it!”

“I—I do!” Lena runs a hand through her wavy locks, growing increasingly frustrated by Kara’s inability to understand how odd their friendship is.

“So what’s the problem?!”

Lena jumps up, pacing back and forth in the space between the coffee table and the couch. She taps her fingers rhythmically against her crossed arms, trying to calm herself down.

“Friends don’t do this! The nicknames, sharing beds, and lunch dates, and movies nights cuddled up on the couch. Don’t you see how, how romantic this all is?!”

Kara jumps up, standing in Lena’s way, gently grabbing Lena’s shoulders. The blonde slowly uncrossed Lena’s arms, trailing her hands down until she is grasping Lena’s trembling hands. In the most soothing voice she can muster, Kara says,

“I mean, I guess. But we’ve never had a typical friendship, Lee. We’ve always been so much more, it doesn’t seem right to not do any of that. If you aren’t uncomfortable, and you don’t want me to stop, maybe…maybe all we have to do is stop being friends, and start being girlfriends.”

Girlfriends. Girlfriends? Lena can barely believe her ears.

“What did you just say?”

“I said, baby, be my girlfriend.” Kara gives Lena a beaming smile, watching as the brunette flounders to give her an answer.

“Girlfriends, like romantically, or…” Kara chuckles at Lena’s disbelieving tone.

“Yes, romantically! Like you said, there aren’t any boundaries left to cross but this one,” Kara moves her arms to Lena’s waist, leaning down slowly, giving the former CEO time to decline if she wants. Lena stares up at Kara, kryptonite green eyes roving between her lips and crystal blue eyes. With barely centimeters left between their lips, Lena surges forward onto her tiptoes, arms winding around Kara’s neck to pull her downward.

Seconds, minutes, even hours could have gone by before Kara breaks the kiss.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lena happily says, moving to hug Kara tightly.

“FINALLY!” A voice exclaims.

Kara looks up, having not noticed her sister peaking her head around the now open apartment door. Lena burrows her head into the crook of Kara’s neck, unwilling to part.

“You owe me $50, Nal!”

“Ugh. You guys couldn’t wait one more week? You just cost me big time,” Nia grumbles, fishing through her purse for Alex’s winnings as the Superfriends pile into the apartment for game night.

Lena finally pulls back from Kara’s neck, moving to welcome their friends, but isn’t able to stray far when the reporter wraps both arms around her waist, pulling the brunettes back flush to her chest.

“Kara!” Lena squeals, a pretty red blush blossoming up her neck and onto her cheeks.

“What, you just agreed to be my girlfriend, I’m never letting you go again,” Kara tells her as she leans down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Later, when they leave, we can test out all our new boundaries,” Kara whispers quietly, placing a final kiss to the shell of her girlfriends ear before dragging Lena to the couch.

“Let’s play!”

*************

If Lena makes a point to win every game as quickly as possible, nearly shoving their family out the door at the end of the night, it’s no ones business but her own.

[sinceyousawvienna]

Hell only hurts if you want Heaven