#it is almost 11 pm...i am exhausted...

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ' late night moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧ - 2:34 am

“Do you think Berry misses me sometimes?” He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.

“Of course, she does, baby.” Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. “Remember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.”

A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and that’s when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.

You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.

Sleeps like this, in your lap, until you’re sure he’s asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧ - 11:59 pm

“Hug me, I’m cold!”

You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.

“Better now?” “Minho, I can’t breathe!”

Doesn’t let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and that’s when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.

His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until you’re satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but don’t linger for as long as he’d like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧ - 3:47 am

You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. “Binnie, I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.” The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.

“Everything okay?”

Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.

When he’s done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now – to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that he’ll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what you’re able to do right now is enough.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧ - 1:08 am

“Forget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. He’s silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you don’t, he sighs and gives in. “Darling, what the hell are you talking about?”

You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. “This hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.”

Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your ‘hypothetical situation’ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.

When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧ - 1:56 am

“When you’re away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. You’re face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.

He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasn’t expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.

Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. “I’m sorry, baby.”

His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Don’t be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.”

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧ - 4:02 am

“Wait, what? She said that to you?” Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.

You nod, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. “Yes! I have receipts, hold on.”

As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix can’t help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this – bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.

Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.

When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧ - 12:32 am

Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you can’t help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. You’ve been in bed for hours now and you’re still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.

Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. “Everything okay?”

You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. “I can’t sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?”

His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didn’t mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the group’s title tracks.

When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected – his dreamy voice does have magical powers and you’re asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧ - 11:45 pm

“Blanket thief.” He complains, however, there’s no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.

You don’t see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. “Come here, baby, let’s share.”

When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.

“Come on, be reasonable, there’s enough blanket for the both of us.” “No.” “Y/n.” “But Jeongin, the monsters – “ ,“I’ll beat them up! Now, come here!”

Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because he’s petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he can’t help but still love so much!

[concreteparasite]

⋆Happy Birthday Ray!!!⋆

It's Ray's birthday today (04/30)

I am not able to do much this year b/c I'm pretty busy, but I wanted to take some time to do a little something. So I did a quick painting and a story blurb :3 hope everyone enjoys!

04/29 11:57 pm

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

The blonde man gives me a questioning look. I look at the tired hero leaning on the kitchen counter. I caught him after he got back from work, fresh out of the shower, towel around his waist, exhaustion written all over his face. He forces it back to give me a small smile.

"Are you having trouble sleeping Star?"

Ray looks around the kitchen, then back at me.

"You seemed to be hard at work in here today."

My eyebrows knit "What? But I thought I cleaned everything up?"

Ray chuckles lightly. "You did, I just have an eye for detail."

11:58 pm

A smirk moves across my face. "Oh do you?"

"Well, yes I do. For one, What are you holding behind your back?"

"It looks to me that you are up to no good."

"Well your eyes must be going bad old man."

Ray's eye gives a little twitch of annoyance.

"'Old man'? You know, if anyone else called me that even accidentally they would apologize to me profusely..."

Ray leans over me studying me with his eyes, smirk across his face.

Ray's voice lowers.

"So what makes you so special huh?"

I lean into Ray.

"I think I can list a few things."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'll take a demonstration then. I'm a visual learner you know."

11:59 pm

I break into a smile.

"How about later?"

Ray gives an amused look, leaning back into his original position.

"What? your schedule isn't open on a Monday at midnight?"

I glance at the clock. It was almost time.

"Well it's not just any Monday is it?"

Ray seems confused.

"Wh-?"

12:00 am

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAY!!!"

I nearly shout bringing forward the box behind my back.

Before Ray can even respond I bound forward planting a kiss on his cheek. He wraps his arms lightly around me on instinct, looking down at me his face utterly shocked.

I bring the box forward.

"You can probably already guess what this, 'eye for detail' and all~"

Ray's arms fall from my side as he takes the box in his hands.

He opens it to reveal a small cake, with admittedly less than beautiful craftsmanship.

"I thought, since cooking is your hobby, maybe you would like it if I made you a cake..."

"It kind of fell apart though... and didn't really turn out the way I wanted..." Ray looks back up at me, his eyebrows are knit as a sea of emotion runs behind his eyes.

"Maybe I should have just bought-"

Before I can finish the statement Ray places down the cake, taking my face into both of his hands and kissing me deeply.

His thanks and feelings that he was unable to vocalize he instead pushed through his lips into my own. His hands trembled just a bit against my skin.

Ray eventually pulls back and he looks into my face, giving a lovely bright smile, free from any of the exhaustions from earlier in the night. He whispers to me as he plants small kisses everywhere along my face.

"I can't believe you forgot your own-"

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Yes, many times."

"I love you."

"Yes, I know."

"I don't think there is anything in this universe that can truly convey how much you mean to me."

I smile "I know Ray. You don't have to say it."

"I just don't know what to do to express it."

"You don't have to do anything Ray."

"But that doesn't feel like enough, nothing will ever feel like enough."

"I love you so much."

Ray nuzzles his face into the crevasse of my neck.

"Ugh, I'm going crazy... You're making me go crazy. This is all your fault." I laugh at Ray's out of character antics.

"Well wait to say all that until after you try the cake."

Ray chuckles against my neck giving it a short kiss before pulling away from me.

Ray grabs two forks.

"So... should I put poison control on speed dial first?"

I lightly hit Ray on the arm.

"I hope it takes you out."

"Oh no Star, don't say that, you aren't cut out for a life of villainy."

Ray winks at me.

He leans forward and down closer to my eye level, staring at me.

"What?"

"So are you going to hand feed me?"

"Okay."

Ray looks a little shocked.

"You didn't think I was going to say yes did you?"

"You just wanted to tease me didn't you."

"You evil old man."

Ray smirks, leaning down and closer. He opens his mouth.

I grab a piece of the cake, bringing it slowly to his mouth. Ray's finger's entwine my wrist, steading it as he leads the bite into his mouth. Frosting smears his lower lip as his lips enclose the fork and it pulls out.

Ray chews and swallows the cake. By the time I realize my wrist is still in his hand, he already has me pinned between the counter and his body. He kisses me deeply, licking the frosting off of my lip.

"You make a better cake than you think star."

"And it tastes even better on you."

His eyes darken.

"Now how about that demonstration?~"

[yuquinzel]

[ 2:18 AM ] — itoshi rin.

joining in on the clingy rin agenda with this :P

rin does not like disruptions to his carefully crafted schedule, specifically— his sleep schedule. he has to be in bed by 11 pm sharp and wake up at the first light of dawn for his morning jog. that's how he's always gone about his day, that's how he prefers everything to be— falling perfectly into a rhythmic routine.

but tonight is different, tonight it's almost past 2 am, long since he found himself cozy in the warmth of his blankets— and yet he lies wide awake, eyes heavy with drowsiness but not enough to close shut because itoshi rin can not sleep unless you're beside him.

he wants to blame his comforter for failing to keep him warm, but in truth he's aware that the cold pooling his sheets is only an extension from the emptiness of your side of the bed.

it looks barren, abandoned even.

it's not like you're not home, it's not like you had an argument that didn't end well and hence refuse to sleep next to him, it's not like some college assignment is keeping you awake late into the night. you're just busy watching reruns of your favourite series because it had your favourite actor and rin is too prideful to admit he's not used to falling asleep without you threading your fingers in his hair.

he told himself he can sleep just fine on an empty bed. and he believed it for about three hours.

now you find him hovering like a ghost by the end of the room, all wrapped in blankets as he's taking long and impatient strides over to where you're slumped on the couch.

“bed. now.” he says, almost a little desperate.

you spare him a glance, then back to your tv screen, “rin? why're you still awake?”

“it's cold. i'm cold. come back to bed.” you know his short and quick answers are just a reflection of how tired he truly is.

“you're cold?” you ask, and rin simply nods.

“just two more episodes rin, promise i'll come after that.” you say, eyes still set on the tv screen and rin eyes the way your eyes glimmer with awe when that actor shows up.

and then suddenly your vision is blocked, the fluorescent light from the tv casting white shadows across rin's large physique as he eclipses your view of the tv, “what's so great about him? you can watch these tomorrow, come back, i can't sleep without you.”

you're about to say what the hell rin step aside before the realisation hits, and his words replay in your mind. the gears in your head turn, an amused smile gracing your lips, “are you jealous of this actor?”

rin huffs, kneeling down so he's eye-to-eye with you, “i never said that. i said i can't sleep without you because your side of the bed is cold so it makes me cold.”

you laugh a little, and rin feels a sort of warmth tingle his skin, “but they won't air these old episodes tomorrow, and its only two more, give me like, half an hour?” you bargain, bringing a hand to cradle the side of his face, rin leaning in your warmth even more.

he ponders your words, grumbling something unintelligible as he gets up. you think he's about to leave, before he plops down next to you. adjusting himself on the couch with you with barely enough space to accommodate the both of you, rin manages to bury his face in your chest while you have to tightly wrap your arms around him to keep you from falling.

“we're gonna fall and it'll be your fault,” you breathe, and rin holds you even tighter at your words.

“no, it'll be your fault. you won't come to bed with me.”

“you're such a baby.” you laugh again, your chuckles reverberating through him with your closely pressed bodies, the comfort of it beginning to lull him to sleep like magic. he's a little grateful to the lack of space on the couch in exchange for the intimacy of this moment.

the last thing echoing in his mind before he dozes off is the sensation of your fingers running through his hair, with a light tug at times that relieves him of all his exhaustion.

sleeping on the couch is perhaps much better than the bed.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[elegantniolo]

Never home - C. Sturniolo.

In which... you start feeling bad about body. you see all these pretty influencers and models who look perfect. Chris is slowly drifting away from your relationship. you think it's your fault but really it's just work..

Warnings... Angst, angerissuses!chris, body dismorphia, argument, use of y/n, etc.. I don't know what else.

Fiah speaking... Hellooo! I haven't made a fic in a while, so sorry if this is bad, lol. I wanna make this a series, though....

so, this got more votes for it to be a series so yeah it's gonna be a series

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You were currently sitting in bed, on your phone, scrolling through your feed, seeing all these gorgeous girls you cold look like. You looked at the time, 9:35, Chris wouldn't come home for a couple more hours. He's always working on ideas or filming for he and his brothers' channels. You wished maybe he could take a few days off or something. You then just got up off bed and decided to get ready for bed. You set your phone down to charge and walked to your shared bathroom. You turn the shower on warm water and undress yourself. You then turned to look at the mirror.. "God, why do I look so disgusting.." You mumble softly. You set your hands on your belly, why couldn't you be skinny like those models..?

You groan in annoyance and just get into the shower, you feel the droplets of water fall down your chest and belly. You grab your loofah and add some of your favorite scent of body wash to it, Shea butter, You then start to exfoliate your skin. After washing your body, you get some shampoo and conditioner and scrub it into your hair. After just standing in the shower for a while, you decide to get out, grab your grey towel, and wrap it around your body. You then do everything like do skincare, brush your teeth, etc.

You get out and walk back into the bedroom and to the closet. You walk into the walk-in closet and grab a black tank top and matching shorts. You get dressed and brush your hair, you dry it, then walk back to the bed. You turn the side table lamps off and lay in bed. You get into the big comfy blanket and snuggle into it. At this point, it was almost 11 pm, and you heard the door downstairs open Chris was home. You could hear his footsteps walk up the stairs. The house was silent as he walked through the bedroom door. You pretend to sleep, so chris didn't say or do anything. He sees your figure "sleeping" and just undresses and stays in his tank top and boxers as he slips into bed.

He's had a hard few weeks with his brothers filming, he's exhausted. He sleeps on his side of the bed, inches of space the two you, hes been a bit more distant and cold around you. You wanted his touch. You wanted his cuddles. You needed him to hold you in his arms. You then hear his breathing and little snores, you turned to face him, he was already asleep. God he looked so adorable, you just sigh and close your eyes, you then start to fall asleep with the teddy bear Chris got you guys in your first date.

morning.

It was 7 am, On a Saturday morning. You were still asleep but you could feel and hear Chris stirring awake. You decided to also wake up since you rarely ever see him in the mornings. Your eyes flutter open and you two make eye contact. "G'mornin." He mumbles tiredly as he got up off bed, "good mornin baby.." you say softly with a smile, you just now noticed you guys talked for the first time in days since he wakes up early and comes home late. "Youre leaving right now..? It's so early and I thought you filmed yesterday.." you say a with a bit of disappointment in your face. "Yeah.. me, Matt and Nick gotta come up with ideas, run some errands and some meetings. We've been busy, you know that." He says a bit coldly.

"Oh, sorry.. you're just never home.." You say quietly, "Well obviously y/n. I'm never home so I can build our future. Now let me be. I gotta go soon, or I'll be late, damnnit." He mutters, looking for his keys. You bit your lip, not wanting to break down. You get up and go downstairs to at least make him something to eat. You get to the kitchen and make him a quick breakfast sandwich.

You grab the loaf of bread that was on the counter, eggs, sausage, and cheese. You make the sandwich and heat it quickly in the oven. You put it on a plate and set it on the counter for him to grab when he leaves. You sigh, you wish he was here more. You go and sit in the living room and just watch some TV as you cuddled on the couch. You hear his footsteps walking down the stairs, you look to see him grabbing the sandwhich, "This is f'me, right?" He asked, you just nod and don't say a word. He shrugs and just leave the house without saying goodbye.

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Hihihihi I dunno if this is good or not. I hope you guys like this, but I feel like I used "you" to much and added like a bit too much details

Bye for now my pretty people.

[ippi2un]

Cheeky Massage

★ zayne x gn!reader , sfw

★ wc 1,120 (estimate! I added a couple extra words at the end)

Summary: Your hardworking lover prompted you to deliver him a nice massage...to his backside.

note: i dont even rly write but i love zayne's butt + got inspired by a comment so i wrote...this! 😍 enjoy ig...btw im new to l&ds apologies if i got zaynes personality wrong or something

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The time read 11:37 PM, about the time where Zayne would typically arrive home from his long, exhausting shift. All he longed for to do is unwind, rest, and spend time with his beloved.

So after he arrived home and was greeted warmly by you, he changed his clothes with your assistance, and settled in bed, his hands wrapped around a medical book.

"You aren't going to sleep now?" You ask him softly, sitting beside him on the bed.

It takes a moment for Zayne to respond, as he was absorbing the information of a sentence in the book. He then looks at you, adjusting his glasses before responding in his low, soothing voice.

"Not yet. Am I disrupting your sleep schedule? I'll turn off the lights and read outside in the living room." He says, rising from the bed, but you gently grasp his wrist.

"No no, its fine. Stay with me please."

Zayne hesitates for a moment, before settling back down on the bed.

"I'll only take 5 more minutes then, so we can sleep after." Zayne responds, giving you a light kiss to your forehead before returning his attention back to the book.

You sigh, studying his face, the way his eyebrows are slightly furrowed as he takes in the information, his fingers gliding across the page to turn it to the next one. His face is just utterly captivating. You wanted to attack him with kisses all over his face.

But an unusual idea pops up in your mind, such odd one, yet you find it to be...intriguing.. To massage Zayne's ass. You look away from Zayne for a brief moment, gathering your thoughts.

"Massaging Zayne's ass? Thats such a random thing to do." You speak to yourself internally, confused yet considerate of the random idea your creative brain decided to give you.

The more you contemplate it, the more you want to tell Zayne. You gather your final thoughts, before looking back to Zayne, scooting a little closer to him so that you are pressed to his side, your chin resting on his shoulder. You take a soft whiff at his neck, captivated by the faint smell of cologne and skin.

"Zayne..." You began, looking up at him, savoring the new view of Zayne's side profile up close.

Once again, Zayne takes a few seconds before responding to process the writing, before looking to his side, simply staring at you with a warm look of patience, waiting for you to say more. His face was so close to yours, noses almost touching. His captivating eyes are like a luring trap—a form of distraction, you're lost in his gaze, and it almost made you forget what you wanted to say.

"Um...Can I massage your butt?" You mumbled, sucessfully breaking out of your trance, one of your hands going to intertwine with his.

Zayne's expression goes from calm to perplexed, his eyes widening slightly. "Seems like you do really need the sleep. I'll stop my reading now; staying up late won't do any good for you." Zayne says, closing the medical book softly. But you won't give up.

"No!...Wait...I'm serious, Zayne. Let me massage it. I know you've been sitting for long periods of time in the hospital...you should know to...take care of your body. Therefore, I would like to relieve the tension from your butt." You plead with sincerity, straightening your posture to further prove that you were not joking.

Zayne pauses for a moment, before responding back.

"Thank you, love, for your offer. But I do not need it right now. Let's just slee-"

"Zayne please. You can even read your medical book as I do so," You urge, your voice full of desperation.

With a long sigh, he glanced down at his lap, before meeting your gaze once more.

"Fine. Only 5 minutes though."

Your eyes immediately shine with excitement; You get to provide well deserved relief to your lover, and feel his ass beneath your touch.

"Very well," You say, now sitting on your knees on the bed. "Lay on your stomach please."

Zayne shifted into the requested position as you stare at his well-built back. You straddle the back of his well-toned thighs, eager to set your hands on that beautiful, plump sculpt of his.

"I'll start now." You say, earning a small hum from Zayne, as he grabs his book, ready to resume his reading.

Both of your hands move to lay ontop of his cheeks, as you begin to slowly but firmly massage and caress his clothed flesh, feeling the taut muscle move under your hand. You feel his warmth seep into your hands as you confidently and lovingly provide pleasure to your lover. His ass was firm, yet inviting, it only entices you to want to soothe away the tension even more. His curve is mesmerizing—so mesmerizing, you take a moment splay out your fingers on his ass, applying firm pressure downwards, appreciating the sight of his clothed ass jutting out between your fingers.

You give a light squeeze, continuing to tenderly care to his curvature. You spread his cheeks out, then squeeze them together, relishing how his ass moves fluidly under your touch. As you relieve the roundness, your finger traces over the line where the glutes and thigh meet before paying attention there, seeking out any knots you can find.

He slightly shifts beneath your skilled hands, emitting soft hums and sighs once in a while, his back arching slightly at times where you find stubborn knots. You assume he's fine with it, maybe enjoying it?

And indeed he is enjoying the sensation, engrossed in his book as hes gaining attention and relief to his ass. What more could he desire?

As you continue your ministrations to his ass and thighs, your eyes wander over to the medical book he's reading, squinting your eyes, trying to read it as well. As he flips the pages, your eyes skim over the text. But each page flip gets noticeably slower. You furrow your eyebrows, continuing to massage his butt. Until suddenly, he stops turning the page entirely, and lies still.

"Zayne?" You say softly, ceasing the massage. You don't get an answer. You get off him, laying on your side to see his face.

"Oh." You smile, realizing that he has drifted off to sleep. Your hands work magic, it seems, lulling him to slumber just with the kneading of his ass. Carefully, you slowly take the book away, setting it aside on the nightstand, before grabbing the blanket and putting it over you and Zayne. You close the lights, and scoot closer over to Zayne, laying on your side, an arm draped around his back.

Seems like this will be a daily occurrence from now and on.

[kanmom51]

JK Live 4 October 2023

21:01 or 9:01 pm KST

cr./To all the creators of the media used in this post.

I was waiting for this, and kind of expecting this to happen, lol.

He said he'd be live at 9 pm. And yes, you can say, it's unintentional, a coincidence, but I say NO.

Both JK and JM have shown us over the years their attention to the numbers, the dates.

Starting the live at 9:01 was intentional.

9/1 or 1/9, however you look at it!!

Let's talk about the live, why don't we?

It was definitley an interesting one.

In a gist, JK shut down (well tried to) the whole Mingyu shipping shit. He most definitley shut down TKKs. I actually kinda, maybe (not really), felt sorry for them.

He listened to all the members songs, with certain degrees of favouritism and certain degrees of, well, not...

He drank. Like a lot. I think maybe someone needs to fill him in on the secret that alcohol does have calories. Yes, whiskey might not be as bad as beer on that front, but drinking as much and then not eating cause he's dieting... well, not the healthiest choice. And this is not, god forbid, me mothering or smothering him. His health is important for his performance (he says that himself), not to mention, man is constantly hungry. Eat more, is what I'm saying.

He once again demonstrated his neuro-divergency (that whole clean up session he had in the kitchen, lol).

He showed us, again that's it's all about choices.

He got pensive and serious at a point and said some very important things, which I will, of course, discuss here in my post.

He is super tired, but really struggling to sleep.

He is fighting so hard to drop the cute image, but man, it's just imbedded in him. He is so cute!!!

And he is so genuine.

He is genuine.

Let us begin our journey into JK's almost 1.5 hour live (yep, we are back to those, lol).

He starts out telling us he just got home from the company, and that he hasn't even prepared his glass (of drink) - kind of solidifies my belief that the 9:01 pm starting time was meaningful and intentional, because then he goes and prepares his glass and drink.

He invited us to have drinks with him, so as he's preparing his own drink he tells us to fill up our glasses as well, lol. Throughout the live he has 3 highballs, and by the end of the live admits he's kind of drunk. Which is not that surprising given he is drinking on an empty stomach (as high as his tolerance to alcohol may be).

He explains he came on Weverse on the 4th and not earlier because of his solo album announcement. Golden. Makes a toast with us to celebrate it. And he talks a little about it as well.

He tells us how Golden represented him after debut. We know him as the Golden maknae, he mentions I think GC (which for some reason they translate as golden chest and not golden closet, maybe because whoever is translating isn't aware of golden closet, who knows...), how he wrote a poem called Golden (the one JM went all gushy about, if you recall), And also "this moment is like a golden period for me." - Golden hour perhaps? Kind of fits with his choice of lighting for the live as well. Just saying.

And there you have it!!!

And after seeing this, go back and take another look at his concept photo...

The album includes 3D and the clean and explicit versions of Seven. 11 songs on it, which means we will get to hear 8 new songs!!!

He also explains how he thought he would release an ep and somehow it became a full album.

He didn't give too much info (well, he couldn't of course), but told us the title track has a performance and he's practicing, like A LOT. He wants to do well and is giving it his best. He also lets us know that the title song is a hard one and will be awesome!! I do hope this one is not a collab though (just my own wishes here). He is confident we will like it, and says we can look forward to it. I know I am.

He's complaining about how his body isn't the same, he's exhausted. Well JK my man, you wanted to be a adult, and us adults, we grow old too, lol...

He says "there is nothing that is making me stressed out, I am just tired." Now, that could be meant about the album being released, or the performance he's preparing for. But it could also be more...

He says he's keeping his voice down and wanted to be calm and have "older bro vibe", lol.

He wants to go with older bro vibe. Appear to be more mature? Since his full album is coming out?

Ok, so I'm going to say this here. The translation is somewhat off and wacky. I felt this with JM's live on 1st September with some of it, and I feel the same here as well. The whole golden chest thing, the "I'm keeping the weight down" when he's talking about the older bro vibe, and more... It feels like a. whoever is doing this doesn't know JK too much (the golden chest is a big clue), and b. are they just translating literally and not the actual sentence meaning?

JK shares with us how tired he is, how he's still having trouble sleeping, that he practiced real hard today and that his upcoming schedule is hellish. I can only imagine. He's really worried, "will I be good at this?"

Now, let's stop here for a second shall we? Didn't he just minutes before tell us he's not stressed out? So, perhaps that wasn't about the album and promotions at all? Perhaps that was more about the white noise shitshow that was going on in the background? Telling us that isn't bothering him, all while now sharing with us that what he is worried about is if he'll be good enough, do well enough with his performances?

He shows us he got an IV today, needs to replenish himself, yet he hasn't eaten. "I have to take care of my body too". Yes he does. But at the same time he says he has to lose weight. It kind of frustrates me, but then again, this is their reality, as idols. I just wish there would be less pressure on them in that aspect.

He reads a comment telling him to do well, says he will.

And then this:

Ok, so thing is, please raise your hand if you actually do believe the commenter was asking JK if he loves Taehyun of TXT.

No show of hands I see.

Lmao.

Nah, when this happened I didn't have the comments on and in any case wouldn't have been able to read them, not knowing Korean. But I kind of felt like maybe whoever wrote it wasn't Karmy and misspelled it perhaps? And then I saw this.

So here's the thing. If this was a misspell, makes sense that JK was maybe blissfully unaware of the intent of the comment.

But if this was indeed spelled out correctly, I kind of have my doubts he didn't read it right, especially given he says it twice before answering. And he's off telling us about TXT Taehyun. Whom he spoke with on the phone that day. He's so well mannered and cute, while being an old soul. Ok, here we go with another Taekook ship, lol. JK spoke to someone - must be something going on there. No wonder the man is so damn tired... Seven days a week seven sets of sheets... (eww... NOOOOOOO). No, but seriously, did we know that Taehyun was a good friend of JK's? No we didn't. Now we do.

Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there!!!

It's funny how JK runs himself down constantly. Like the man is so intelligent. Perhaps not book smart (which is why he keeps saying he's not smart), but not everything about life is learnt from a book, and his emotional intelligence and artistic intelligence are next level. But he keeps running himself down, and I kind of feel that sometimes fans only hear or see that of him, instead of seeing his art and listen to what actually comes out of his mouth when he starts speaking about the deeper things.

Again, the "I'm Jungkook's girlfriend" comments. Ugh yuck. Like shut the fuck up already. But he just brushes it off. Reads it, asks what they are doing at this hour and snickers.

Comment "I really love you a lot". JK "I think I love you more". This is once again JK cementing just how great his love for army is. He will talk about it more later too.

Look, man loves army. We can't even start to understand the connection he has with army, given his whole career, starting out at such an early age and going through all the struggles that they went through to get where they are right now, feeling that it's because this sense of loyalty and love that army have for them. So yes, he loves army.

And another idiot in the comments asking JK to take off his shirt. Of course these people are flooding his comments. Funny how his reaction is:

Yes he giggles, but he's uncomfortable. And asks why they even said that. "It's embarrassing".

Happy that he called them out. As if it will help though.

JK shows us his Vogue magazine, the hip hop concept, which he says he liked the most.

Ok, so this was maybe intentional (I kinda feel it was), maybe not, but cute none the less.

He talks about how the comments are lagging, slow, and says:

and then he thinks for a second, eyes looking to the side (mind working), and goes:

Kind of random, don't you think?

Coming up with the 13 seconds lagging.

And happening to end up with 10-13. 🤣🤣

So, he started the live at 9-1 and now we have 10-13!!!

I'd say, either this was intentional (him stopping to think might just hint to that) or the man has 13 etched on his brain. 13 and 10, which is kind of coming up very soon...

Next JK talks about the TikTok he deleted.

Now here's the thing. On Stationhead JK said he saw the trend and wanted to do it. Not a word about doing the opposite of the trend. Going "the other way". JK isn't saying he didn't want us to see the clip he uploaded (which kind of might have been what was understood from what he said in Stationhead, and maybe that's why he's clarifying here). He says he wanted his TikTok to be for dancing and that's why he deleted. He also seems to be happy that army had seen it and spread it around regardless of him deleting. So, he wanted us to see it, but better it not be on his TikTok. And the thing is that he posted it to start with. He knew that army will catch it and spread it. He knew!!! And he wanted us to. I don't know how to articulate this properly to make my point clearly, but the whole thing screams Queer coding to me. I talked about it in a previous post, and I stand by my words.

This wasn't about doing something silly and then regretting and deleting. This was about posting something with a message, and then deleting because it couldn't stay up on his account ("as long as it's not on my tiktok"), but relying on army to catch it and spread it around.

"Let's talk in English", reading out a comment...

The Nah, though, lol.

"English is so difficult", he says in English, lol.

Talks about how the comments are slow and the responses in Stationhead were immediate, and then, out of nowhere he's going...

Puiriri...

Well, he actually does this during Like crazy as well.

Nope, not JM on the brain what so ever...

"Korean is sexy"...him going with that's right, Korean is the hardest language... He actually talks about how the translations from English to Korean differ from translator to translator and how interesting that is. True about the opposite way as well, seeing the difference in the structures of both languages.

"You want to see me laugh?"

Funny, the original translations were "smile if you're real". Either way, he's hilarious.

I can't with him. LMAO.

Prepares drink no. 2.

Again, this man doesn't want to be called cute, but he's so damn cute, lol. Like how can you be preparing this alcoholic drink and still be so cute about it? Lol.

No tequila or champagne for JK.

"You want to have a drink with me?"

JK: You already all know it.

Why does it feel like JK is talking about so much more than just knowing his address is up on YT?

"You want me to call out my address? But you really can't visit me." Boundaries set once again. With a smile. But set none the less.

Plays a song he tells us he was recommended by one of the dancers while filming 3D MV. 21 by Gracie Abrams.

Says we'll be like this today "let's rest". How you can call what he does later as rest I have no idea, lol.

He shows us where he shot the TikTok clips, the corridor. Shows and explains a little how he does it.

Does a little clean up sesh in the kitchen. The way he was rearranging the bottles and utensils, while on live, was that intentional? Was it just his neuro divergency, getting distracted perhaps? Idk.

Asked if he ate, asks "what will I eat?" in English and tries to say something else or thinks maybe he didn't say it properly initially, but gives up, lol.

Then someone askes to hear Hobi's song. And JK is happy to go put on Jhope's song, saying he misses him. 😭

Says "Arson", twice, but then plays "More", lol.

Ok, so this is where we start with listening to the members songs, and I do have something to say about this.

JK plays 2 of Hobi's songs, and puts on a show.

If this is JK resting... Lol.

Sure he's tired...

After Hobi, JK plays Tae's Slow dancing.

Then stops the song, sits down saying how tiring have to rest and then says "Let's go with all the major songs for the members".

And guess who's next... one guess allowed... Of course you know the answer to that.

He has Like crazy playing twice in a row and then SMF pt. 2. He really LOVES SMF pt. 2. You can tell it means A LOT to him. Not that LC doesn't, but I feel that emotionally LC is harder for him, while SMF pt. 2 is cathartic (for JM and as such so meaningful to him as well).

He's all playful with LC.

We have this as well...

And at some point wants to do something, walks off camera looking for a prop, I guess, only to come back deciding it's a no go - won't be fun (me sitting here dying to know what he was up to).

The whole bottle empty during LC.

He moves on to Jin, 1 and a half songs, RM (3 songs) and Suga (2 songs).

Point being, the only member that gets only 1 song played is Tae. Ouch. The only member to have the same song played twice - JM.

So, let's talk a second about the whole Like crazy playing twice. Cause Idk if you get it. He listens to Hobi and then Tae's Slow dancing, then says "we have to listen to all the members", cause he ain't falling into the TKK trap, and he plays JM. Cause, of course it would be JM. But here's the thing. Each one of them was on a specific playlist. When he played a song it continued to the next song in line. Hobi he said Arson, but actually played More (which was interesting within itself), and then it went to On the streets. RM same, went down through his album, Suga the same. But not JM. He played Like crazy, and then following it, him not moving from his chair or changing the songs or going to play it again, it played it again. Same version. In the album Like crazy is followed by SMF pt. 2 (which did follow the second time LC played, and he did listen through that too). So my question is what kind of playlist JK has for JM? Does he just have these songs going on repeat? He gets up to stop it just at the end of SMF pt. 2, and I can't help but wonder what the next song would have been? SMF pt. 2 again maybe?

Of course he still remembers the choreo.

He talks about Jin and Super Tuna, how he's wild and that side of him is why the team is so bright. He really loves him so, and misses him.

"I miss my members".

Prepares drink no. 3.

The whole ceremony around the drink preparations... he's so funny.

He makes a comment about Jin's MV while looking towards where his whole music playing set up is. So, this is YT he's playing from? Which means these would be YT playlists? Which means he watches LC on repeat? I mean, who could blame him really?

Gets up to change the playlist to RM's songs.

While Flowerworks is playing he reads a comment and says:

"Did Mingyu cut his hair?"

Now, we know they saw each other later that night, getting together with others as well, but JK once again draws the lines here. He's a good friend definitley. Someone he hangs out with, of course. But knowing if he cut his hair... meaning being in constant contact with him or more than that, as there are some that might think... nope.

Ok, time to get serious.

He starts to talk about the members songs, their "colours are so different", and then he's asked after resuming activities in 2025 what he wants all the members to do together? Turns down the music a bit to get serious:

Make an album, quickly come out to see army, first priority of course. From the moment they get back together to find the way to come out as quickly as possible. "We will do Bon voyage...we will do In the soop..."

Stops, gets up to turn down the volume even more, and this is when you know he's delving even deeper, and getting even more serious. Sits down and continues...

Ok, I'm really not sure this is about the solo activities. He talks about that further on. I thought this when I first heard this during the live, and although the wording is slightly different I still think this is JK is sending us a message. They love us, they love each other. They will be coming back and they will be giving it their all. But that said, they will also have their own personal lives. Setting the stage, perhaps? For relationship announcements? Marriages on the way? He told us that he wants to make us happy, but to do so we have to understand that he deserves happiness as well. Is this one step further in that direction? yes their focus is on army, but with all of that they will also have their own personal paths.

He continues about them wanting to "look awesome" in front of us, or want to give us strength,

He knows what his top priority is, and he hopes we know that we are the reason. For real.

He continues to talk about coming back in 2025, releasing a song, saying it will be approx. 2 years.

They mustn't forget there are those rooting for BTS. Train, release an album, tour.

They will have to meet army around the world.

This is interesting:

They will reveal by doing shootings and "let your ears get pleased and let you watch our shows". Stories

"BTS is this kind of team". That is what they will show.

And what members each want to do, they can do that later. Him making clear that their first priority is the comeback as BTS.

Number one priority is about the group, and he makes sure we understand that this is not only him speaking but also true for every single one of them.

Again, army's importance to him. This isn't acting or being false or fake, this is genuinely what he feels. When said in a comment that army are because of BTS he corrects them, sets things straight: BTS are here because of army!!

And then this happens:

"Jeon Jimin?" he reads out a comment.

Now, I understand people think it's disrespectful because of the meaning it has in the West but the fact that in Korea people don't change their names after marriage. Thing is, Karmy nor JK, for that matter, really find it offensive? He doesn't even take it that way. To him it's someone putting their two names together, I'd say just like Jikook or minkook or kookmin. Nothing more nothing less. And he chooses to read it out. He could have just left it, but he decided to read the comment out.

This is when he remembers he has to play Suga's songs too, lol. Playing Haegeum.

"How can all the member have such different tastes in music? Isn't that fascinating?"

I love it that he feels that way. I love it that he knows how talented he is (especially knowing how he runs himself down intellectually). I love that he knows and appreciates the rest of the members talent as well. They are all different, and yet all outstanding each in their own way.

And not only does he see that in them, he also attributes his own growth as a person to them.

JK tells us how Yoongi told him off for not doing the Haegeum dance challenge, repeats it a couple of times too, how he was upset about it, lol. So he says he will do it. A little late, no? And he makes sure to make it clear that it won't be soon either. But it will go up on his TikTok.

Toilet break time.

Comes back, finishes up his drink and stops Amygdala to play Seven and 3D before he ends his live.

So, he chooses the explicit version of Seven. Sings along. Admits he's a little drunk and for now will stop drinking. Emphasis on "for now", lol.

Now, while he's playing Seven someone asks for him to play Slow dancing.

Once is enough, thank you very much!! Lmao. He just keeps shutting them down. It's also the way he says it, the intonation. Sound annoyed, lol.

Says he'll play 3D and say his goodbyes, which he does. Sings along to 3D as well, ad-libbing at the end, kind of wondering if this is something we will be getting in his live performances. It does feel like he chooses to sing certain lyrics while not others, in both Seven and 3D.

Then he says his goodbyes, to look forward to the album, to know that he is always thinking of us, to have a wonderful night and day and thanks us again .

So that's it. JK's live. Missed these lives of his, as exhausting as writing these posts are, lol. This is Jungkook. Cute and funny and serious and sincere.

[lyssophobiaa]

Scrolling through your tumblr and saw that you’ve defended the homocide sys in the past, I thought you should see this and know they’re not a good person and haven’t changed one bit since your friends with them

https://www.tumblr.com/menacing-manicotti/765457317119524864

BTW: I AM Colby

As it stands, we’re not friends. I am sick to death of constant accusations, it has happened three times last month and this month alone, all three times I have had very clear context to what I was talking about.

Examples + more under the cut

(Ex: I was talking about Fortnite and how I couldn’t just pause mid Battle Royale, just light heartedly talking about how my friend wanted me to pause the game, I even sent a VIDEO of it. Cavalry accused me of talking about them, despite both me, Lucas and my sister all talking about Fortnite and losing our kill count because of the inability to pause online games, I was sending VIDEOS of me talking to my friend and telling her I couldn’t pause the game until the match was over and asking if she could just wait for me to finish or die before we went out anywhere.

Cavalry took this as me indirectly shit talking them and only backed off when someone else said “What does Fortnite have to do with you gang” (not exact words, I’m paraphrasing)

Ex 2: My sister and I were ranting about an ex friend IRL regarding the way she constantly carries on about her mother and how she’s generally just ungrateful to everyone, Cavalry once again accused us of talking about them, I offered to SHOW them the conversation we were talking about as I had screenshotted it since this friend was a notorious liar, they refused to see it and continued to accuse us of targeting them, despite me offering multiple times to show them the text messages we were ranting about.

After this, I blocked Cavalry, as these three situations are only from this year alone, they have done this SO many times over the years I’ve known them.

Eventually they apologised, I thanked them and unblocked them and that leads to—

Ex 3: This current situation, I said approximately two things regarding prosthetic arms, as my friend Kaiden, who HAS a prosthetic arm was talking about his and how it made some things awkward. I then went to sleep because it was almost 11 PM, at 12:31 AM Lucas replied to Ryder (Who has their own prosthetic also) and spoke about how his uncle had a prosthetic leg and how people could always tell and treated him differently because of it. Lucas is also a robotics engineer and frequently talks about this stuff anyway so it was nothing out of the ordinary.

My friends continued the conversation, when Kaiden woke up he related his own experience back to what Lucas shared about his uncle, screenshots of that were shared in the post you linked me. Keep in mind that by this point, I WAS STILL ASLEEP. It was 11 AM, I had said NOTHING on this topic besides “Most prosthetics are robotic” and then “They also have their own issues because of that”

However I woke up to Cavalry accusing me and my sister of targeting them, I told them I would screen record or even screen share all of my shit since they were so adamant I was talking bad about them behind their back (again despite having no part in this discussion) and I did, I screen recorded my disc DMs, Twitter DMs and TEXT messages to finally prove I have not once talked bad about them or shared their shit around to bad mouth because I’m sick of being accused of it, but by this point they’d blocked me and left the server.)

I have screenshots (and screen recordings) of the whole exchange starting YESTERDAY, showing that I sent two messages and then went to bed, yet my sister and I were still accused of talking shit about them. It seems like a minor occurrence but when it happens consistently over the years and you have to walk on eggshells regarding what you say when one certain friend is online, it builds up and becomes exhausting.

Each and every time I have been able to prove that I have not been nor have I spoken badly about them, however they couldn’t do the same as I’ve been shown multiple screenshots of them talking badly about me and I’m quite sick of it. I am tired of defending them and fixing their stupid online mistakes for them just to have them accuse me of shit that they’re doing over conversions I was not even INVOLVED in, they can fix this one on their own and as I said on disc, they are BLOCKED and will remain blocked until they can apologise and learn from their mistakes.

[miistymemorii]

One Day Off

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

summary: you are worried about how hard josh has been working, so you convince him to stay in bed all day.

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

warnings: a little angst, snuggly/domestic fluff, p in v smut, oral (m/f recieving), slight fdom, dirty talk, face sitting, cowgirl 

a/n: I finished this at 4 am dear fucking lord

You had always known that Josh Kiszka was a stubborn man. Even when you were just friends, you had been keen to the signs that he was overexerting himself, always trying to do for others like it was his life mission. When you had gotten a cold, he insisted he come over and nurse you back to health, even though you knew he’d most likely get sick himself, which he did. He called you from the road, and you could tell when he sounded exhausted or scratchy in the voice. You would coax him into talking about his problems, which led to him ranting about how he felt like his voice was going, or how he had to perform with migraines, all because he just wanted to make people happy with his gift of music. Countless times it had taken everything in you to get him to open up about his own stresses, and every time you had been more than happy to help in any way possible. He was a giver, a lover, someone willing to give his entire being for the joy of others. You loved him for it, but sometimes you wondered whether or not it would cause him to burn out.

You had picked him up from the airport at 5 am, but he had insisted on going to the studio at 7 with the band to work. You, of course, had insisted that he needed to rest, having just come home from a strong of oversea shows. He had given you a gentle forehead kiss and promised he would be home for dinner. When it turned 7 o’clock, you started dinner, making Josh’s favorite pasta and even baking brownies for after. You waited after the food was all done, but time kept passing. When you glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 10 pm, you heart sunk. You quickly put the food away and got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and even re-showering despite having showered before going to pick Josh up, anything to pass the time and bring the man you love back to you. When you came out of the steamed bathroom, there was no sign of Josh. It was nearing 11 and you knew he’d be upset with himself if you waited up for him, so you tucked yourself into bed, clinging to the edge of his pillow and hoping sleep would come soon enough for you to wake up with Josh in your arms.

Thankfully, sleep did come quickly, and you woke up the next morning to Josh clinging to your side, his face buried against your neck. You smiled and reached over, turning to face him. He was sound asleep, his mouth slightly agape. You sighed happily and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. His nose twitched and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he started to wake up. His eyes opened barely, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“G’morning mama.” He rasped. His arms reached out to envelope you, pulling you even closer to him, your legs slotting against his.

You leaned your face in a little, snuggling your nose against his. “Hi honey. Sleep good?”

He nodded slowly and took a deep breath, his eyes closing again. He started rubbing gentle circles into your back, which almost made you want to fall back asleep.

Almost.

“What time did you come home baby?” you whispered.

His eyes opened again, this time more so. “I... uh, like around 3, I think.”

You sighed and took his face into your hands. You locked eyes with him and said in a gentle, but firm tone, “I want you to rest today.”

You expected him to put up a fight. He always did, albeit a gentle one, one that made you cave in every time. Instead, he gulped, and he closed his eyes again, shifting his body downward to slow himself where his face was secured snugly into your chest. You giggled lightly, wrapping your arms a little tighter against him. After a while, you could feel him fall back asleep. You let one of your arms slowly fall away from him, reaching behind you to grab your phone, checking the time. It was only 8 am, so you decided to fall back asleep. 

When you woke up again, your arms were empty again. Your eyes shot open, and you sighed loudly, a little disappointed. That feeling went away when you heard the bathroom sink turn on. You sat up a little in bed, a smile forming on your face as you called out for Josh.

The bathroom door opened, and Josh peeked his head out. He had a smear of partially dissolved toothpaste across his bottom lip, which made your chest bloom with adoration. He gave you a goofy smile before nodding his head back towards the bathroom before disappearing into it again. You reached for the tv remote and put on an episode of a show you had started while Josh had been overseas. He emerged a few minutes later, and you were more relieved to see he was still in his pajama pants. He yawned and quickly snuggled himself back under the covers. You lifted your arm up and he secured a spot against your side, humming contently to himself as he inhaled your scent. Your hand mindlessly stroked Josh’s arm for a few more episodes, before he tugged your hand upward in an attempt to get your fingers against his scalp. Your arm wasn’t quite long enough, the awkward angle making you gently shake your wrist out of Josh’s grasp. 

You pat your lap and coo to Josh, “Come over here.”

He obliges, rolling over onto his front and nestling against your abdomen. His arms crept under your oversized night shirt, clinging to your back as you gently wrapped your own legs around his middle. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and as you began to soothingly run your fingers against his scalp, Josh let a soft sigh of relief. Your hands wandered, rubbing at his head, his shoulders, the parts of his upper back you could reach. Your heart sunk a little as you came across knots and tension in his muscles, the painful reminder of just how hard he worked. 

After an hour, you figured Josh had fallen asleep, but suddenly he popped his head up from your stomach. You grinned as you looked down into those baby-cow brown eyes of his, still hooded with exhaustion. 

Your smile turned into a smirk when his hands traveled out from your shirt, tugging at the hem slightly. “Need something?”

“Can you take your top off?” Josh said quietly.

Your hands cradled his face. “Can you ask nicely, hmm?”

Josh gulped, and you caught the slightest movement of his hips grinding down into the bed. “Please can you take your top off?” He said sweetly.

You gently helped him sit back and you removed your top. You expected him to instantly dive against your chest, but he sat back patiently. You noticed a slight slump in his shoulders, and that pang of pity struck you again. Josh’s eyes flickered from your face to your breasts then down to your legs. He began to move to the hem of your panties, but you grabbed his wrists and stopped him. You shook your head at the confused look on his face. Instead, you reached over and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him gently towards the pillows, signaling him to lie down.

Josh, ever the pleaser, followed your guidance and laid on his back, his curls laying softly against the pillow. You straddled him then leaned forward, your nose grazing his. “Let me take care of you today, hmm?”

His breath was quick and heavy against yours, but he nodded, and you gave him a small kiss before moving lower down the bed. Your hands glided over the skin of his chest, down to his tummy, where you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the area right below his belly button. he groaned softly, his hands gripping the bedsheets. You hooked your fingers past the hem of his sweatpants to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down all together. He lifted his hips to help you remove his pants, and you pressed soft kisses against his hips bone, which caused him to release more soft sounds from those beautifully sinful lips you loved so much. You took a moment to pull away from his skin to admire his cock, resting half hard against his thigh.

You noticed a twitch in his thigh. You looked up and saw Josh staring at you with pleading eyes. “Please... touch me, kiss me, let me touch you... anything.” Josh begged. 

You shook your head, shutting him up by wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. “Joshy... listen to me. You work so, so hard, and I am always going to be proud of you. But today, just this once, I need you to let go. Let me work for you, hmm? Let me help you relax, even if it’s just for a few hours.”

Josh chuckled, a laugh cut off by your movements around his cock quickening ever-so-slightly, your thumb swiping against the tip. Still, he weakly joked, “A few hours? Hardly sounds like relaxing to me. Not that I mind-”

“Josh, darling?”

“Yes, honey?” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” You said with a smirk before immediately diving down and wrapping your lips around his cock. He groaned loudly at the contact, his hands gripping the bedsheets even tighter. You suckled at his tip for a few moments, your hand still keeping a steady pace stroking at him. You and Josh knew each other’s bodies well, and you knew each other’s sexual cues. When you were ready to cum, when you needed more, when you needed less, everything. It made every sexual interaction between the two of you absolute bliss, which was another one of the countless reasons why the two of you knew you were made for each other. It was something you had never had with another partner and something the both of you knew you would never find again. You worked your mouth down his cock, though the both of you knew you could go deeper. You increased the movement of your hand, which caused Josh’s breathy moans to increase into louder groans and whines. Your name tumbled softly past his lips in contrast to the way he groaned when you finally fully took him down your throat, your hand stopping at the base of his cock and squeezing. He let out a strangled shout, his hands flying to the back of your head before quickly pulling back, unsure of his own movements. As your tongue flatted against his cock, your head bobbing up and down, you took your free hand and grabbed his, returning it to the back of your head as a sign that he could hold you there. His fingers tightened in your hair, the slight pull providing a pleasurable sting that only egged you on. You could feel the way his cock was twitching, his body thrashing restlessly from under you as you sped up your movements, your hand abandoning his cock all together to grip his thighs, digging your fingernails in just enough to return the pleasurable pain he was giving you. That’s another thing you loved about sex with Josh: the giving and receiving. It was all the same, you did for him what he did to you and vice versa. 

“Oh my... god...” He breathed out, his voice airy from his heavy breathing. He tugged on your hair once more as the tip of your tongue managed to reach his base. “Please...” He pulled his hand up slightly in an attempt to pull you off his cock, confirming further that he was nearing his orgasm. You hummed against his cock, the vibrations causing his body to thrash upwards, which forced his cock impossibly deeper down your throat. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs, wordlessly letting you know where he was and that you weren’t going to stop. “Fuck... fuckfuckfuck-” His cries increased in volume before he cut himself off as he came. You took all of it, of course, gripping his legs to keep them from accidentally knocking you off, Josh’s body thrashing wildly at his own climax.

When you finally pulled off of him, the both of you sighed in content. You sat back on your knees, watching as he came down from his high. His chest having, his face flushed his desire, his cock softening but still throbbing. His eyes had been closed, but he finally opened them and looked at you, a smile forming on his face. He extended his hand out to you, and you restraddled him, but not for any sexual reasons. You laid on top of him and he cradled your face, tucking a loose strand of hair out behind your ear. The two of you shared a tender kiss, albeit a short one as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I want to return the favor, my love.” He whispered against your lips. You shook your head and began to protest, but he shushed you. “No... please. I want it. I need it. You... you can come up here, sit on my face all pretty like you always do, hmm? You can completely be in control, move that pretty pussy against my tongue until you make yourself cum. Please...” He kissed your lips once more before hammering the final nail in the coffin that was your horny brain, “Use me. Use me to get off... please.”

And how could you say no to that, especially with the ache between your legs becoming too hard to ignore? You gave him one last kiss before fulfilling his request, shimmying out of your shorts and panties before straddling your knees on the sides of his legs. His tongue was out, anxiously awaiting to make contact with your heat. You gave him the prospect of one last out, telling him he could still say no, that the rest of the day could be spent with the two of you cuddling and eating junk food. But he insisted, not with words, but by the way his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you down against him. You gasped at the contact before your body kicked into autopilot, grinding down against him. His tongue lapped at you slowly, his grip on your thighs loosening as he remembered how little exertion you wanted him to give. Your own hands found solace in the headboard, using it to stabilize yourself as you ground down against his tongue.

“Fuck...” You whispered, your knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping at the headboard.  You let out a string of pathetic whimpers as Josh’s tongue suckled at your cunt. He didn’t force your movements, instead guided you by catching onto your clit, your hips squirming but holding firm as he viciously sucked on your clit. “Josh... fuck, baby...”

It was his turn to hum against the most sensitive part of you, causing your body to jolt forward. He used his hands to pull you back down against him, completely burying himself against your cunt as your body’s movements became more erratic. Josh loved when you rode his face, and he usually brought you to an orgasm by putting in the most effort, babying you with both his tongue and as many fingers he could stuff inside you from underneath. You felt yourself quickly beginning to unravel, one of your hands threading in his hair as your orgasm washed over you, Josh’s tongue prodding inside your cunt as he lapped at your juices. Your legs shook as you quite literally rode out your orgasm, your chest heaving when you finally began to come down from it. You moved back slightly, hovering over his chest so that you could catch his eye again. He smiled up at you, his tongue dipping across his lower lip to clean up the mess you had left.

“You’re... amazing, you know that?” You said breathily, finally moving off of him.

You had figured that would be the end of it, but as you moved off the bed to fetch a small towel to clean up with, Josh’s hand grabbed at you once again. He yanked you back on top of him, causing you to giggle. His hands roamed your sides as he hummed in content, his eyes raking your body. “I don’t want to be done yet.”

Your eyebrow quirked, a small grin forming on your face. “Is that so? Did you forget the part where I said I didn’t want you to over-exert yourself?”

Josh rolled his eyes playfully then shot back, “I think we both know I’m a bad listener. Besides...” He sucked at his teeth before continuing carefully, “I think... there are ways, we can do it without me over-exerting myself. If... that’s really what you want-”

You kissed him again, “Baby, don’t worry. It’s okay, silly.” You ground down against his cock, which had already begun to recover. “Are you sure you don’t me to just suck you-”

“No, no... please. I want to be inside you. God, you know how abd I fucking want it. How much I love it. I can get what I want and I won’t have to work that hard for it... just like you want.” He flashed one of famous goofy smiles, then added, “Win-win for everyone.”

You shook your head with a chuckle, taking his cock in your hand and pumping him a few times before lifting your hips and sliding down onto him. You both groaned at the contact, your sounds melting together as you both took a moment to relish in the feeling. It hit you had long it had been since the two of you had been able to be like this, and it made you appreciate it even more. You were sure he felt the same, but he was the first to make a move, his thumb rubbing a gentle pattern into your hip as a soft signal to move. You obliged, obviously, and slowly began to ride him. His eyes were squeezed shut; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as you moved. Your own eyes drifted closed as you focused on the slow, steady rhythm you had set, but they quickly flew open when you felt Josh’s hand make contact with your ass cheek, the smack cutting through the soft sounds the both of you had been making. 

You looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow, stopping your movements which caused him to whine. He gave you an apologetic smile, his cheeks reddening as he considered his action. “Mama, please... I don’t want soft and slow. Exhaust me, wear me out... you know I won’t break. This is what I want... please give it to me.”

Fuck.

The begging always got you, and you fulfilled his wishes, moving your hips quicker against him. He hissed but smiled, His head thrown back. You planted your hands down on his chest as you rode him, the feeling of his cock hitting the most sensitive parts of you quickly overwhelming you. He called out to you with every groan, moan, whine, and cry, which you returned with your own sounds. The symphony of proof of your shared pleasure was also met with the lewd sounds of your sexes moving against each other. It was beautiful, and for a brief moment you allowed your mind to wander, thinking back to all those times Josh had cuddled you, playing with your hair as he went on and on about the beauty of the sexual pleasure the two of you had shared. He was always going on and on with his poetic ramblings about every aspect of the love you had grown together, and you had always appreciated it, but in this moment, you understood what he meant. 

“Oh, fuck, baby... I’m almost there...” Josh groaned. His hands clung to your hips, assisting in your movements. He was restless, though, and he moved his hands to your shoulders, pulling your torso down against him to where your bare chests were touching. 

Your lips sought out his, whining against his mouth as your climaxes neared. Josh was rambling now, a slew of obscenities leaving his lips as he licked at your mouth, desperate for the most affection you could give him. He mumbled something against your lips, to which you gently prompted him to say what he was thinking. He finally managed to slur out, clearly too far pussy-drunk to form full sentences, “Inside.... please?”

You nodded and hummed, diving in for another kiss as the two of you reached your climaxes together. When you started to slow to a stop, a whine left Josh’s mouth, getting caught up against your lips, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he drained himself inside you. You let him stay inside, even after you had stopped moving and the two of you had caught your breaths. 

Josh’s hands went to cradle your face. “My sweet, special girl...” He whispered, making your heart ache a little. He still sounded exhausted, and for a moment your mind went back to why you had insisted on resting today in the first place. He caught onto your worry, of course, and was quick to comfort you. “Thank you, baby, so, so much. You are so fucking amazing, that was so fucking amazing.”

You smiled down at him, tilting your face to kiss the inside of his palm. “Thank you, Joshy, you were too.”

“Pssht, I barely did anything-”

“Untrue, you dork. I just... wanted you to relax. And yeah, the sex was amazing, but I want today just to be a day of peace. You deserve a day of rest, a day free from stress-”

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing slightly in worry. “Oh, honey... my sweet girl. Always looking out for me. I promise I won’t leave this bed today. And neither will you. I know...” He let out a deep sigh, “I know I’ve been working a lot. And you know I hate being away from you, and I’m not trying to guilt you...” His eyes searched your face as his mind searched for the right words. 

You didn’t let him answer, because you understood that he understood. You hadn’t exactly had the intentions of getting him to say that he was overworking himself, you had just wanted a day off to rest. It was what he deserved and the both of you knew it, even if his hard-working spirit had made him push any feelings of self-soothing down. After a while you moved off of him, returning to your earlier position where he cuddled up to your side. You spent the day listening to music, watching Josh’s favorite movies, and, of course, making love to each other with as little effort as possible. At the end of the night the two of you laid tangled in each other’s arms, noses touching. 

“Thank you for today, darling.” Josh whispered to you. “I promise I’ll try and take it easier, okay? I could definitely use more days like these.

You nodded, rubbing your nose against his. You gave him one last kiss before whispering back, “Anytime, Josh.”

[pheebslu]

Story #1

Guys, this is a Miguel O’Hara fanfic, my first ever work of fiction written ever (apart from all those English paper projects.) I wrote this when I was extra bored, and I kept it marinating on my notes app. English is NOT my first language, and I am NOT responsible for the second hand embarrassment I make y’all feel. Without further ado, hope you beautiful people enjoy.

11:59 PM Nueva York, April 2nd.

Party on a typical suburban mansion from a rich boy whom you barely even know of — he is the friend of one of your friends.

You had not planned to come. You didn’t even know of the event completely, your friend telling you about it just a few hours ago.

A few hours ago, when your boyfriend had just broken up with you — ex boyfriend, more so. It felt wrong to say such… yet, you kind of saw it coming. Him being the opposite of attentive, the contrary of emotionally intelligent. You wondered how you even allowed yourself to date this guy.

It was getting quite late, at least for what you were used to. You’d be better off at your dorm, finishing off any assignments due, taking advantage of time as best as you could. Yet here you were, partying — for what you understood of the term. It felt good to have a friend by your side, the day hadn’t gone exactly well.

“You okay, hun?” Your friend cut you off your daze.

“I’m alright, hun.” You blinked more than enough times, smiling up at them as they seemed to offer you a drink. You loved how affectionate with their words they were, repeating them yourself in a way of admiration.

They smiled back, a frown sliding across their face as soon as you seemed to cut eye contact.

“Look, I know what happened today. I know you might not feel your best— honestly, I don’t even know what I was doing by inviting you here but—“

“It’s alright.” Your voice remained calm in the midst of their anxiousness.

“I just thought distraction might be good…”

You sighed softly, a tiny smile decorating your lips.

“I’m fine, really. Parties might not be might thing, especially right now but— I get to be accompanied, and that I like.”

Your friend’s eyes seemed to shine, tears threatening to fall from how much your words and yourself meant to them.

“You’ll be fine, just know that.” They placed a hand on your shoulder blade, the warmth managing to comfort you a bit. You gave them an acknowledging nod.

“Let’s try and dance a bit. C’mon, girl.” You chuckled, grateful at their attempts to keep you away from it all.

1:03 AM Nueva York, April 3rd.

Seems that it is true when they say the party is just getting started. The music seemed to only get louder by the second and your feet ached immensely from the heels you dared to wear today.

You scurried away from the crowd, keeping an eye on your friend as they seemed to dance happily around everyone else. You smiled almost nostalgically, wondering how to be more like her. Maybe you just needed your time.

You roamed around the house, passing people by, finding comfort in the personal things that decorated the house. Photos, vases, pens and books. Finally, you found yourself a seat. The house was big, the amount of people in it even bigger. You considered yourself lucky for finding a free couch.

The room had a coffee table with several papers and documents in the center of it, other two sofas surrounding it. Several people were scattered around it, yet it was not the same chaos as the room you were once dancing in. Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, talking and laughing alongside their friends.

You sat down, a quiet exhausted gruff coming out from your mouth. Reaching down, deciding to remove your heels, you took note again of the documents in the coffee table. Genetics? You squinted your eyes, trying to read more of it. Genetical Engineering: VOLUME I - Principles, mechanism and expression. Well, someone’s a nerd around here. You leaned back in your seat, looking for something to distract yourself with — a rubik cube? Someone’s definitely a nerd around here, you though again chuckling at the thought.

You grabbed the cube, playing and distracting yourself with it for a while. You knew time had passed, the room getting quieter by the moment. Your eyes seemed to get tired, too. Quietly shutting them until you were half conscious.

Thud, thud, thud

Heavy muted steps were heard at the entrance of the room.

You would’ve liked to open your eyes, put a face to the presence you felt entering the area.

Too tired, your body decided to let go. The cube escaping from your fingertips.

Swoosh

You felt a breeze of air brush your face, opening your eyes from disconcert.

“You’re breaking my stuff, nena.”

You met gaze with a pair of pretty brown eyes, mellow profound voice. Adversary to the defined and sharp facial structure that stared up at you with amusement.

You shot yourself off the couch, tumbling and tripping from your fast, almost reflexive movement. You rested your hand on whatever offered you steadiness— his firm shoulder.

“Sorry!” You yelped, taking a quick step back from the figure.

“S’alright.” He got up from his kneeling position, rubik cube in hand.

His height kept getting larger and larger as he seemed to straighten up, a quick shiver running down your spine. You kept glancing around the room, his eyes themselves never really leaving yours.

“Someone’s past their bed time, eh?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side.

You relaxed a bit, comforted by his nonchalant nature. A soft chuckle escaped past your lips. “I was just taking a break— from dancing.”

“By solving a rubik cube? Don’t even want to know what you do in your free time at this point.” All over again, he made you smile. Looks like he knew how to ease someone’s nerves successfully.

“Y/N.” You extended your hand, warm smile plastered on your lips.

“Miguel.” He took your hand, a firm confident shake. It was cordial, seemingly entertained. It began to feel suspiciously long — you quickly retreated your hand.

“So…” You began, trying to continue the conversation. “The rubik cube, yours?” Of course it was his, are you deaf? You wanted earth to swallow you just for the question you just asked.

He nodded, his lips seeming to fail at hiding an even bigger smile.

“Ajá, mío. You were solving it, weren’t you?” He inspected the piece, his brows slightly kneading together.

“Trying to, at least.” You let out an airy cackle.

“Better than anything.” Creases formed around his eyes, a homely feeling lingering around the air of the room.

He sat down on one of the sofas, yourself following along by sitting on the opposite side from the coffee table. Then, there you saw him: furrowed brow, lower lip bitten down. Solving the cube like the strings that held his life together depended on it. Quick rough fingers working fervently on the block. Soon enough, the colors seemed to match. Each corresponding to a specific side. He extended his hand to you, a perfectly solved rubik cube that looked almost tiny in his palm.

You smiled eagerly, mouthing an amused wow. He laughed at the sight, a deep rumble that came from the bottom of his chest.

“I can teach you, chula. If you let me, I’ll show you the trick behind it.” He evidently winked, though you were to shy to admit it and process it yourself. You took the cube off his hand, careful fingertips taking ahold of it. You smiled.

“I’m a fast learner.” He smiled back at you, even bigger than before. He swore he could already feel the wrinkles form around his eyes, cheeks aching from how long his expression had unconsciously stayed the same. He really didn’t mind eitherway.

1:43 AM, Nueva York. April 3rd.

Time is relative. Passing by slowly when crucial moments rely on uncontrollable outcomes. Passing by quickly when enjoyment is found on the simple occurrences.

Time with your new acquaintance, Miguel, seemed to break all the rules.

Career choice, family relations, general hobbies were discussed in the first five minutes of the conversation. Turns out he actually lives in this very same house. His brother, Gabriel, being responsible for the occurrence of this party. You two quickly turned to topics like beliefs, specific niches, a tad of political overviews and controversial opinions around science. Laughs were shared, inside jokes were made. Time went rhythmically, at a specific nearly ideal pace.

“No, no, no!” Miguel screamed slightly, trying to hush himself immediately after he attracted attention to himself. “‘M not letting a roach nest form on my house just ‘cuz — ‘cuz you think it’s got a family to sustain and — and kids to… to care for!?” He pinched his nose bridge, tone in his voice that showed a tint of disappointment and disbelief.

You felt almost light heated from all the laughter, it was funny how over dramatic he was.

“It’s basic human decency. Moral etiquette, compass — you name it!” You responded, flickering tears off your eyes.

“Etiquette mis huevos. Dios mío.” He shook his head, dragging a hand across his face. Looking back at you, all teary eyed and beaming smile — he caved in, warm chortle whose vibrations you picked up even across the table.

You both took a second to calm down, eyes meeting once again with a tenderness that could make a thousand of glaciers melt easily.

You coughed into your hand, parting your gaze away.

He raised a hand onto his neck, scratching impulsively.

“Want to get a drink, chula?” You liked the softness and tenderness in which he said things.

You nodded. He stood up almost in command, walking besides your couch and offering you a hand. Oh. You took it. Timidly brave. He helped you stand up, close attention to detail in your face. Once your eyes found courage to look at his, he was now nervous. “Just so you don’t fall.” He added quickly as the tremble in his voice did him dirty. You smiled. He made you smile.

You two walked downstairs. Your hand on the railing, his on the middle of your back. The sound of music became louder, drowning your senses alongside your reasoning.

He guided you through the dance floor, more so — the living room. You two finally reached the kitchen. He made sure to sit you down on a stool near the counter, bowing jokingly after he did so. You giggled. He walked towards the opposite side of the counter.

“‘M gonna make you…” He opened the fridge, “Una de mis revolturas.” You raised an eyebrow, confused at the sudden change of language. You had practiced a bit of Spanish in High School, yet it never really stayed in your head.

“Special drink for a special person.” He clarified, grinning slightly at your expression. He took out a couple of lemons, condensed milk and a cup of ice. You’d wanted to see what he was making, yet the enormity of his annoying quite-sculptured-but-you-won’t-admit back was getting in your way. In between the loud music, you swore you heard a blender going off. Soon enough, Miguel placed in front of you a fizzy sparkling yellow colored drink.

“Okay, show off.” You teased him, not wanting to admit the drink looked quite appetizing. He laughed, tilting his head.

“Va pues, rate the show off.” He gave you a cheeky smile, wanting to reciprocate the behavior.

Placing the cup near your lips, you looked up at him. He gave you a nod, eager to see your reaction. You smirked, taking a swig. A rich smooth and bubbly flavor danced around your tongue, sweet and sour combining perfectly.

“Oh, okay, well — This is very nice!” You couldn’t help hiding the excitement in your eyes. Surprised at how good the drink actually was.

Miguel laughed audibly, pampered by your reaction. Crazy how he liked seeing you just like this. Crazy how he wanted more of your time.

Talking becomes an easy thing for the two of you, immediately finding a topic to discuss about. Everything was so easy, so casual. He talked, you talked. You talked, he inevitably followed along. Silences were not a sign of uneasiness, just veneration.

A tune catches his attention, his brows raise in thrill. He taps his fingers along the counter. You find the song rather nice, bopping your head from side to side. You look at his hand, following the same rhythm. You look into his eyes, now boring into yours. A smile is shared. A moment is saved.

“Let me dance with you, flaca.”

And so you did. Making your way onto the dance floor, his hand grasped softly around yours. And he didn’t strike you as a dancer. And he, himself, wasn’t even sure of his movements, yet he had the necessity of — dancing, with you. His hand didn’t let go, not like you wanted such. He gave you a twirl, earning a laugh from you. That eased him out, his shoulders relaxing visibly. Your feet adapted to the rhythm, Miguel looked down so he could follow you along. You cackled fondly at how out of rhythm he was, grabbing his forearms tightly so he didn’t loose a beat. He followed along, still laughing at himself. His hands left specks of warmth along your body, making everything feel out of focus. You liked the irony of that, feeling intimate around other million of people. Like a tulip. Many layers, the closer to the center, the more tender. And so you got closer to each other. Your hands in what could reach of his shoulders, his hands along the curve of you lower back. And you two probably looked like two awkward teenagers playing twister, and yet it felt right. And if you moved away the slightest, he pulled you back firmly. Although he wasn’t going to admit such.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad dancer for someone who has really nice reflexes.” You laughed, raising your voice so he could hear you clearly.

“Compliment?” He leaned down, not taking his eyes off of you. You shrugged, smirk tugging the corner of your lips.

[juan-demi]

[FIRST EVER NUZI COMIC]

TW // MENTION AND DESCRIPTION OF SH (This is my first time making a comic, i did it for the sillies and for some screams and giggles with my friends, and i should have made this like a month ago :sob:)

February 13th, 11:00PM

Uzi's visor alarm clock was beeping. She woke up, remembering what happened just a couple hours before. She was exhausted, although she still got up to adventure outside the bunker.

She stayed in bed for a couple minutes, then packed her stuff, changed clothes and stole her dad's security card, taking advantage as he wasn't home. Since Dissasembly Drones weren't a big threat after all, (and because of the lack of training) the WDF was no longer defending the three doors.

As Uzi made her way to the bunker's doors, multiple thoughts hit her mind. "Why are you doing this?" "You shouldn't go, specially this late." "Don't overreact, what happened yesterday was nothing."

She wanted to distract herself from it, the only thing left for her was to go outside and find what she's looking for.

Uzi stepped infront of the three doors, as she placed the keycard on the sensor, the three heavy hidraulic doors opened in front of her.

Once outside, snow was hitting her visor, as it evaporated out of the screen's heat. The snow in the floor crunched as she walked her way to a nearby building.

Many dissasembled drones would be found there, they were old corpses. Uzi walked her way to a hallway, where she found an old base used to manage Dissasembly Drone replacements, where she found an empty nanite needle.

-This will do the work…- She was sobbing the whole trip to the old base.

February 13th, 11:23 PM

After the long trip, she finally came back to the bunker, closing the doors and going back home.

Immediately after, she used the solver to lock herself inside her room. She sat on her bed, pulled the empty nanite needle out of her backpack and looked at it for a long time after deciding what she was about to do.

Uzi slowly took the needle and started to scratch her visor, making small cracks and cuts, damaging her vision.

February 13th, 11:30 PM

N's visor alarm clock was beeping. He woke up and decided to go to Uzi's house, since it was almost Valentines and wanted to suprise her.

N sneaked off the base while J and V were asleep, slowly approaching to the bunker's ventilation system.

Later on, he found Uzi's home. N knocked, no one responded. He went inside.

-Uzi? Are you there? I just wanted to check up on you… y'know?-

He approached Uzi's room.

-Hey Uzi! What are you doing?-

Uzi got nervous, why was N at her home this late at night?

-AH! Oh. Hey N! What are you doing here…?-

-I wanted to know if you were okay, I was also wondering if you wanted to… hang out a little?- N slowly and nervously said.

-…I'm busy. W-We can hang out tomorrow.-

-I just wanna know if you're okay.-

-YES. I'M OKAY!- Uzi shouted, irritated.

-…Woah, are you sure you're- - He got cutted off.

-YES, I AM!- Uzi threw the nanite needle straight into the door, passing through it and almost hurting N.

-Is that a nanite needle…?-

-…F#CK!- Uzi panicked and grabbed the needle back

-UZI! CALM DOWN!- He knew what was going on, he wasn't playing around anymore. N just wanted Uzi to be safe.

As Uzi was about to do a big cut on her chest, N bursted through the door, breaking it and holding her from doing it. The needle flew across the room

-NO!- Uzi started sobbing, as N consoled her and wrapped his wings around her.

-…It's okay, i'm here.-

-Why did you have to come here? WHY!- She hitted N multiple times, and started sobbing on his chest.

-Just tell me what's wrong.- N said, hugging Uzi tighter and tighter.

She hesitated, but decided to tell the truth. -Yesterday was just horrible…-

-How horrible? If you feel fine talking about it.-

-Y'know it's almost Valentines, right? We did that stupid card box thing and everyone else got a card except me. Then a group of girls talked about my looks behind my back and how I didn't get a Valentine, and just fricking laughed!- It was not the first time that it happened to her, but the first time it actually affected her.

N stayed silent, he knew the only thing she wanted was peace for a couple of minutes. Uzi kept on crying, but on the inside she was happy to have someone there to support her, she was happy to have N with her.

February 13th, 11:51PM

Uzi was finally calm, and decided to talk to N for a while to distract herself.

-Do you have a crush, N?- Uzi asked him, nerviously.

-Well… Yeah, actually. For a couple of days now.-

-Who is it?-

Clock hit 11:55PM.

-It's someone very important for me, i'd like to tell them but I don't know if they feel the same.-

Clock hit 11:56PM.

-…I'm sure they do.- They were both blushing a lot, they tried to hide it from eachother.

Clock hit 11:57PM.

-…Uzi, I really need to tell you something.-

Clock hit 11:58PM.

-...What is it?- Uzi got closer and closer.

Clock hit 11:59PM.

-I uhhh… I t-thought that…- N hesitated, scared of being rejected, but…

-AGH! F#CK IT!- Uzi launched directly to N's face, holding the back of his head and kissing him.

Clock hit 12:00AM.

Both of their visors suddently changed to little fireworks, with the message "Happy Valentines day!".

They were having the time of their lives, to have someone that cares about them, to have someone that supports them, to have someone that loves them, to finally have eachother.

Every single second felt like heaven, something that they never felt before. They stopped.

-Woah.- They both said

-So… What are we now?- N nerviously said.

-You're my partner now, silly one~- Uzi playfully said

-T-That's neat… I love you.-

-I love you too.-

They falled asleep together, after a long, exhausting day… *damn i love biscuitbites, i don't think anyone would ever notice that i do! anyways, the end :3*

[zhaosbin]

haaluuuu may I request for a hanbin fic :0 specifically, idol hanbin and you’ve been together since predebut !! Kinda curious how hanbin will still make the time for you despite being idol (hes such a green flag i love him💚)

i've had this sitting in my drafts for a while and i never really added onto it so it's more of a drabble but i hope u enjoy & i am so sorry for the late response :( <3

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you had the best boyfriend in the world. the only downside though, was the lack of time you had in a day to spend with him.

you had been hanbin's biggest supporter since before his debut, constantly praising him when he'd perform at your school's talent shows or dance competitions. after showing your support for him at almost every performance, he took notice of you and fell head over heels. you always knew that he would make it far in the industry and you couldn't be more proud to be by his side during it.

while maintaining the role as hanbin's number one fan, you still couldn't help but wish you got to see him a little more during the day. despite the short time you guys had together, hanbin would still take every opportunity he had to talk to you while you two were apart or send you food while he's at practice to make sure you ate well that day.

so yes, he was the perfect boyfriend. but you still missed him.

11:53 pm. you check your phone for the tenth time to see it's only been three minutes since you last checked. you were starting to get tired, but you didn't care as you knew you'd be seeing your boyfriend in just a few more minutes.

as if fate was on your side for once, you heard a quiet knock at the door. you smiled to yourself knowing who's behind it.

getting up to open the door a little too quickly, you make eye contact with your sweet, hamster-like boyfriend.

"hi baby", hanbin says tiredly while wrapping his arms around you. he lets out a sigh of relief after finally seeing you after such an exhausting day.

no matter what time it was or how hard of a day he had, hanbin would always make time to come and see you.

"how was practice my love?" you ask pulling back slightly to play with his hair.

he groaned at the question.

"i'm too tired to talk about it, just wanna hold you right now" he says while resting his head in the crook of your neck.

the two of you slowly head over to your bedroom where hanbin immediately plops down on your bed. you knew your boyfriend would be falling asleep any minute so you quietly take off his shoes and jacket to make him more comfortable.

after you wash up and get some water, you come back to find hanbin completely passed out and softly snoring.

you smile to yourself at how endearing he is even while sleeping.

you gently lift the covers and slide in next to him, trying your best not to wake your sleeping beauty.

to your surprise, hanbin immediately grabs you into his chest and places a kiss on your forehead.

"i love you" he'd whisper tiredly, falling back out of consciousness right after.

[flufflights]

Reuniting with your once best friend

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff (?)

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: non-idol!Heeseung x fem!reader

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: You and Heeseung were once best friends, but you needed to move away. One day You decided to surprise him. ( it's not a romantic ff just bestfriends reuniting )

𝑨/𝑵: This is my first time ever writing a full ff and yes I know its not rlly good, I also apologise for my bad English i only learn it at school, so im really sorry if my sentences dont make much sense or i write something wrong. But I still hope you like it!

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You and Heeseung were best friends yes were because you moved from Korea to Japan to study there. It was really sad for both of you. Now it's almost 2 years ago since you guys saw each other. And you wanted to surprise him.

So one day on a Friday you decided to surprise your once best friend. You planed everything and booked a hotel near his house.

When you arrived in your hotel you fell onto your bed tired and exhausted.

It was almost 11 pm and you were so tired you fell asleep on the comfortable bed.

The next day the bright sunlight woke you up it was 9 am normally you would stand up much earlier but you were just so exhausted yesterday so you decided to sleep longer. You got out of bed and got ready.

You were really excited to surprise him. You guys chatted every day but you didn't tell him you'll come to surprise him obviously cause it's meant to be a surprise.

With a pounding heart you walked out of the hotel. His house was only a few minutes away. You arrived in front of his house. You took a deep breath befor knocking on the door.

A few seconds later A man opened the door. It was Heeseung.

"May I help you miss?" He asked in a firm tone.

"It's me Y/N." You said a hint of nervousness in your voice.

His eyes widened "Now way!"

He hugged you tight so tight he almost stopped you from breathing.

"I missed you so much." He said his voice calm.

"I missed you too." You replied.

He pulled back still holding you in his arms. His gaze soft "I can't believe this," He said while smiling.

You chuckled "Surprise!" you said still excited.

Heeseung shook his head, a hand running through his messy hair "You... you're really here. After two years."

He stepped aside, there is still a smile on his face "Come in!"

You stepped inside. As you took of your shoes Heeseung watched you while he was leaning against the wall.

"You've changed. But at the same time you're exactly the same."

You raised an eyebrow "Changed how?"

He shrugged, walking over to sit on the couch patting the place next to him. "I don't know. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's just the fact that it's been so long. But..." He paused his eyes locked with yours "I feel like I missed out on a lot."

You sat down beside him. He was right so much had happened but here you were, sitting next to him like no time had passed.

"Yeah," you said "I feel the same. But... we're here now. That's what matters right?"

Heeseung nodded slowly "Yeah you're right."

For a moment the room was filled in silence but then Heeseung stood up " I need to show you something!"

You stood up too "Sure show me."

He led you down the hallway to his room he talked about the thing he wants to show you. You couldn't help but smile. You both were so happy to see each other again.

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

Nap/sleep? headcanons- with and without a S/O:

WRITER NOTES: Why? Because why the fuck not. Sorry if this feels more like a unhinged rant- but what'evs. Also I had thought I had deleted this for a hot sec and almost died. Its currently 11:56 PM so I did post four days in a fucking row despite what my head said

Edited: no

All art in this post is mine

TW: Curssing, Pain killers, alcohol, alcoholism, abuse/hitting, insomnia, sleeping meds, migraines, passing out, being high, nightmares, trama, cigarettes, weed

(Update: Murdocs shity behavior is not ok, its's abuse, I am nto tryingto indorse it!)

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Noodle

<GENERAL NAP HEADCANONS>

-Noodle the best sleep schedule out of all of them, and gets the most good sleep out of all of them though thats not saying much

-Even if she has a good sleep schedule she likes naps

-Though as a kid it was almost impossible to get her to nap if she wasn't exhausted, though this is not to say she didn't like to nap

-Noodle just had too much energy as a kid, but she was a kid and being in a band is exhausting so she did take naps usually after performances, recording, ect.. (In a interview they had talked about something like this but I can't remember witch one)

-But as she got older she found appreciation for them way more then when she was a kid

-Noodle is one of those people who can fall asleep almost on command lucky :'[

-Noodle tends to nap to movies

<With a S/O headcanons>

-Like I said she likes to nap to movies- and even better she likes to cuddle with her S/O and to fall asleep to a movie

-Noodle also loves falling asleep on her S/O or having her S/O falling asleep on her, because she finds having her S/O play with her hair makes it 100% easier to fall asleep, and she finds it comforting to have her S/O lay on her

-Noodle has no shame she will fall asleep anywhere with her S/O- cuz no one's gonna say shit

-She loves cuddling but if its like time to go to bed- she will cuddle till she falls asleep then in her sleep she will most likely drift to her side of bed kicking you plenty of times in the process

-She shifts a lot in her sleep with has caused a lot of problems- especially if she has an overactive dream- cuz she will karate chop you in the head or kick you in your stomach

-This doesn't really happen when you two nap together

2D

<GENERAL NAP HEADCANONS>

-While 2D gets the second most amount of sleep- he arguably has one of the worst schedules

-He is a heavy sleeper but he has a hard time sleeping in consecutive amounts of time

-This is mostly due to his migraines, he will wake up at the ass crack of dawn with the worst migraines- migraines that make it nearly impossible to fall back asleep no matter how many pain killers he takes

-So he does some some shit, like writing music, playing a videogame, or watching a zombie movie

-2D at one point in time he used to play instruments when this happens but Mudroc was drunk and near by and so happened to hear 2D playing a bit to loud for his liking- which resulted in Murdoc getting pissed and hitting 2D in the head making his migraine 10x worse (This was when they lived in the original Kong Studios)

-So instead of sleeping continously throughout the night- he tries to sleeps a bit during the night, and then just naps continously throughout the day

-Though eventually he tells his mom and he gets put on sleeping meds in the later phases (sometime after plastic beach) which makes him more peppy

-He still takes naps every once in a while, and he is still an incredibly heavy sleeper

-He smokes a Iot more before going to bed, both weed and cigarettes

<With a S/O headcanons>

-This lanky boi becomes strangely strong in his sleep occasionally

-His arms firmly hold his S/O to his body or he's just sprawled on top of his S/O

-Either way he wants to be touching his S/O in his sleep- but he does role away sometimes but will role back eventually

-He's incredibly unpredictable in his sleep- one night he may stay stil as a bored and another he may be rolling himself off the bed... so be careful, 2D's S/O has woken up with 2D's foot in their face many of times

-2D feels incredibly guilty if he wakes up his S/O when he wakes up in the middle of the night because he has a migraine

-But having a S/O that could comfort him when he has one of his mibble of the night migrains, makes him feel better

Russel

<GENERAL NAP HEADCANONS>

-Russel hardly ever naps

-Russel tries to have a consistent sleep schedule- which he achieves some what

-He tends to wake up in the middle of the night- not as often as 2D, but ever once in a while he'll wake up but won't be able to fall back asleep, so he'll will just sit in bed disgruntled

-Also he's not one of those people who can fall asleep on command

-He takes sleeping meds, he has been taking sleeping meds- like before he joind Gorillaz but he did start taking stronger meds when he joined

-When Russel does get sleep he gets pretty shitty sleep but he pushes through the day

-Even if he wanted to nap- no one IN THIS DAMN HOUSE WILL LET HIM SLEEP(this is when they lived in the original Kong Studios)

-He's either making beats, taking care of Noodle, chores, ect.. all you need to know is that he's busy

-But if we're talking phase 7 Russel- OMG he is a total fucking insomniac- he's to busy with the static, he has to hit his own leg to keep himself from passing out sometimes

-Also Noodle crawled into bed with him whenever she had a nightmare when she was a kid- she also did this with 2D but it didn't work out as much due to 2D's sleeping problems

<With a S/O headcanons>

-Russel is way more likely to take naps if he has a S/O that takes naps

For many of reasons- if his S/O is naping and he naps with them it doesn't feel like he's being as unproductive because he will be spending time with his S/O

-Russel likes to cuddle but prefers to not cuddle in when sleeping at night due to the fact he sweats a lot- and just has a higher body temperature, so cuddle can make his already high body temperature higher and make him feel uncomfortable

-Though having his S/O in bed with him does improve his sleep due to the fact having his S/O around him in most cases makes him feel more relaxed

-When Russel and His S/O cuddle he will sometimes pass out sheerly because he is just so tired

Murdoc

<GENERAL NAP HEADCANONS>

-My fucking god... this man- this fucking gremlin of a man has one of the most janky ass fucking sleep schedule- at this point can you even call it a 'schedule' with how inconsistent it is

-But that mostly only applies to pre-plastic beach

-When Murdoc becomes the old man he now is, his sleep schedule mellows out

-But before that he tends to go out and drink most of the night- come home absolutely crunked or tripping balls and would pass out somewhere random- often in the middle of the house what a great role modle

-And much like 2D he will take naps throughout the day- all various in lengths- but he usually gets pissed at 2D when 2D does the weird nap schedule thing

-But like I said, in later phases he fixes his sleep up a bit- but that doesn't mean he doesn't take naps anymore-

-Now Murdoc doesn't just take naps because he's drunk or high- but also because he's an old man now

<With a S/O headcanons>

-Murdoc's definition of nap before his S/O was just passing out because he was fucked up, but when he got a S/O who forced helped him to fix his sleep schedule- he realized he was not exactly right

-Now he passes out on his bed or the couch and not the kitchen floor

-If you are able to get this man to go to bed at night with out any form fo alcohol or medicine I commend you, for you have done the impossible

-But on a more serious note Murdoc will do a lot to avoid going to bed at night- especially when he's sober

-He hates the nightmares, the nightmares that remind him of his past- and what made him.... he hates it

-So it takes a lot of comforting on his S/O's side to get him into bed

-And Murdoc's S/O has to be ready to wake up and comfort him when he wakes up from a shitty dream- cuz its either that or he goes back to the bottle

[compassionatereminders]

I'm 26 and I left my job were co-workers and boss were pretty much bullies. I worked split shifts (example from 7 am - 11 am then from 2 pm - 6 pm). Other times I mostly worked from 1 pm till 9 pm. I almost never got morning shifts so I could work from 6 am till 2 pm. I worked 6 days per week. I don't have a drivers license or a car so waiting for the bus took me a lot of time as well. If I finished at 11 am I was home at noon, I cooked something, cleaned up, took a shower and went to work again so I'd be there at 2 pm.

Mentally I was so unwell and I was exhausted since. And I feel like I deserve better than being exhausted, sad and depressed. I put all my energy to work I had none for me. I stopped seeing friends, I had zero energy.

And I feel like it's bizarre how people think you should be GRATEFUL to have work, no matter what kind, no matter if you are miserable. Am I crazy to think it's better to be jobless than being miserable 24/7?

1 free day I had off I still had zero energy. Mostly I was sleeping, napping or watching some kind of tv show and I was stressed all day like a kid that tomorrow I have to go to work again. You know like that kid that no one likes at school and the kid keep thinking the whole weekend "oh no it's going to be Monday soon".

People think I should be ashamed I left work, because they think I'm a lazy bum now (I live with my parents still we have a house but I have savings and I don't live there for free) but I don't feel ashamed. My parents kinda support me with my decision because they see how stressed I was.

But I feel society in general think you should be grateful that work is depressing/stressing/killing you.

I just wanted to say this because you reblogged how everyone deserve to eat & have roof over their head. Because I agree with that post and I just wanted to add how toxic our world is.

I'm sick when I see people preaching how people should be grateful for minimum wage.

Politicians steal millions, destroying their own people with bad decisions etc. but people only focus on other people because they don't want to be miserable as them. And instead of wanting better work hours/better work environment they would rather bad talk about others.

I don't think you have to grateful to work a stressful and unfulfilling job in a toxic environment. And I think people who are unsatisfied with their jobs have the right to talk about that without being judged and shamed. That being said, in a society where most of the stuff you need to maintain your existence is tied to your ability to work, it IS in fact a privilege to be able to work OR to be able to safely be unemployed. And this is also important to acknowledge in discussions about toxic work culture

[capturethechaos]

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 2.3k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, fingering, Josh is a tease ♡

a/n - Everyone thank @streamingcolors-gvf for solidifying my choice to write this half high, half exhausted idea of mine.

Stinky 11:49 pm You awake sweetheart?

4 eyes 11:52 pm Unfortunately

Stinky 11:53 pm You’re not still doing homework are you?

4 eyes 11:54 pm You and I both know I am

4 eyes 12:02 am Josh?

4 eyes 12:07 am Hello?

4 eyes 12:14 am Did you pass out with your phone in your hand or something? What’s with the sudden radio silence?

You rolled your eyes, expecting another text to come in within the next few minutes when he woke up to the feeling of his phone hitting his face, or when he finally woke up tomorrow. What you didn’t expect was the sound of the apartment door opening, knowing your roommate was out for the night. You peaked up from your laptop for a moment to see if she would welcome herself into your room to rant about why she was home so early, but to your surprise, when your bedroom door creaked open, the person on the other side was not, in fact, your roommate.

“Josh, it's past midnight, what are you doing here?” You could feel your glasses slide down your nose as you eyed him sauntering into your room.

Josh made his way toward you, peeling off his hoodie as he walked. “Figured my girl could use some affection, seeing as it's past midnight and you’re still doing homework.”

There was no arguing the fact that as your eyes glanced over the now bare skin of his torso, you wanted to throw your laptop out the window and jump on him… but you had to get your assignment done, so you hummed and looked back at the half written homework on your screen. “I could use your affection twenty-four seven, babe, but I really need to get this done.”

He looked at you expectantly as he reached the side of your bed, watching as you began typing, then stopped, and started again. “Sweetheart, scoot forward a bit.”

You looked over at him for a moment before following his instruction, lifting the laptop from your legs and shuffling down your bed just enough for him to slip into the newly empty space behind you. It truly felt like the two of you were puzzle pieces with the way he fit so flawlessly against you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist as you lowered your laptop back onto your legs.

To his credit, Josh managed to keep himself as little of a distraction as possible for about half an hour, but you knew he was over it when you heard a small sigh fall from his lips as he leaned his head onto your shoulder. “Are you almost done, baby?”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, taking a breather and stretching your fingers. “Soon, bubba.”

Josh was quick to take advantage of the extension of your neck, turning his head to press his lips against the delicate skin of your throat. “When is it due?”

A soft hum vibrated from you at the feeling of his lips against your skin. “Tomorrow night.”

His hands left your waist to slide the laptop off of your legs. “So what I’m hearing is that you don’t need to finish it tonight.”

You rolled your head off of his shoulder and reached for the laptop, groaning in disapproval as he had moved it just out of arm's reach from you. “Well, we had plans to spend time together tomorrow, so I wanted to get this done.”

He kept the laptop out of your reach, holding it in one hand as the other wrapped tighter around your torso to keep you close. “If I promise to help you get it done tomorrow, will you let me put your laptop away and help you relax?”

You turned to look at him, a serious look forming on your face. “If you promise to help me finish it, will you actually help me finish it?”

His expression dripped in offense as he looked back at you. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips. “I’m so proud of how dedicated you are to getting things done, but I need you to start dedicating some time to yourself.”

You sighed, dragging your hand back into your lap. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

The hint of enthusiasm is his tone only aided your decision as you slowly nodded your head. “Yeah, okay.”

He pressed one final kiss on your lips before sliding out from behind you to place your laptop across the room. He walked back and stopped at the edge of the bed. “Is there anything you have to do before we go to sleep? Brush your teeth, pee, anything like that?”

You shook your head and watched as his lips curled in the corners as he nodded in response. He turned around, heading out of your room to walk into the bathroom. In the time he was gone, you shuffled into a more comfortable position, finally laying down. He joined you a few minutes later, slipping beneath the blankets and wrapping himself around you. “Hello, sweetheart. Thank you for taking a break.”

You melted into his touch, letting the weight of your body fully lean against him as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Thank you for making me take a break.”

His fingers played at the edge of your sleepshirt, rolling the hem between his forefinger and thumb. “So tell me, little miss dedication, what’s been going on in this beautiful brain of yours today?”

You chuckled at the nickname he had chosen, and thought back to the day you had had. “Well, I didn’t want to wake up this morning.”

“Oh?” His chest rumbled a bit with a laugh. “Why’s that, my love?”

“I had a dream that I didn’t want to end.”

He let the fabric of your shirt slip from between his fingers, instead beginning to trace them beneath the cotton, the tips of each ghosting along your skin. “What was so good about your dream?”

You subconsciously lifted yourself in an attempt to chase the contact of his fingertips. “It was about you.”

“Is that so?” His hand finally made contact with your waist, gently squeezing the spot it landed on. “Well, what were we doing in this dream that made you so reluctant about getting up?”

You hummed, basking in the feeling of his touch as he slowly began trailing his hand along your side. “Felt so real, I could practically feel your hands on me.”

“What else, baby? Was that all?”

You shook your head, to focused on the feeling of his fingers trailing down until they reached the elastic of your shorts. “Woke up before it got very far, had to get out of bed and go to class.”

Josh tsked at the thought, pressing a kiss to the skin beneath your ear. “Well that’s no good. You had a 3 hour lecture this morning didn’t you?”

“I did, and I think I took two pages of notes… I had to get Kelly to send me hers because all I could think about was you.”

“I’m sorry, my sweet girl.” His words were delivered with an airy laugh, and his pinky slipped below the band of your shorts. “Would you like some help relieving some of that pent up energy?”

You nodded your head, muttering a quiet ‘please.’

His fingers slid ever closer to where you wanted him, but at a pace that was making you squirm. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Please, Josh. Please just make me feel good.”

He had the audacity to not only pull his hand from beneath your shorts, but to laugh at the disappointed whine that came from your lips. His fingers danced along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Where could you feel my fingers, baby?” The tips of his fingers trailed up your torso until they brushed the soft contour of your breast. “Did I touch you here?”

Your impatience took over as your fingers slid along his arm, wrapping around his wrist and pushing his hand to cup the supple flesh. His lips pressed against the skin of your throat, remaining so close that you felt the warmth of his breath as he spoke. “Is that a yes?” His thumb grazed your nipple as he spoke, feeling it harden beneath his touch. “You’re going to have to start using your words, sweetheart, or you’re not going to get what you want.”

You groaned, pushing your chest against his hand. “Yes, Josh. You touched me here, you touched me everywhere, baby”

His tone dripped with mischief as he whispered in your ear. “Everywhere?”

“Well, not everywhere.”

You could feel his leg shift a bit. “Did I perhaps touch you here?” His toe brushed the bottom of your foot, causing you to jerk away from him.

Josh pulled you back against his chest, looking down at you as you pouted. He pressed a kiss to your head and returned his hand to its former spot on your breast. “Exercise some patience, love. It’s not going to help you relax if we rush it.”

Your pout let up, leaving you with a neutral expression as Josh waited for you to relax. “Are you ready to help me help you?”

“Yes.”

His tone lowered, leaving him practically purring into your ear. “Good girl.” He lowered his face to rest against the curve of your neck, close enough to ghost his lips over the warmth of your skin. “Now, where do you need my fingers, baby?”

“Inside me, Josh, please.”

You could feel the vibration of his lips as he hummed, his fingers finally returning to the band of your shorts. They teased along the elastic for a moment before dipping beneath the fabric, trailing along the space he expected to find another layer of clothing. “No panties, baby?”

His fingers continued to move as he waited for your response. “No.”

You could feel his middle finger dipping between your folds, collecting the arousal that had been building up from his teasing before bringing it to rest over your clit. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

“I took a shower while my clothes were in the wash, so when I got out all of my underwear had to go in the dryer.”

“So you just decided to skip panties all together for the evening. It’s almost like you knew I was coming over.” His finger slowly circled the small bundle of nerves, earning a pleased sigh from you as you melted into his touch.

You weren’t sure it was possible to be any closer to Josh as he had practically wrapped himself around you, his fingers continuing to trace small shapes over your clit. “Is this what you needed, baby? Just needed to be taken care of.”

Any attempt at agreement had devolved into whimpers and moans as his middle and ring finger teased at your entrance. “Listen to you, babygirl.” His lips pressed against your skin as he sucked a hickey onto your neck. “Sound so pretty when you let me make you feel good.”

He basked in the glory of your pleasure as his fingers entering you caused a shaky moan to fall from your lips. He was slow and deliberate as he built up a rhythm that caused your head to press into the pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle the increasingly loud and more frequent moans slipping from you.

Josh’s lips detached from your skin only long enough to whisper in your ear. “No need to muffle those beautiful sounds you’re making, gorgeous. Please, let me hear you.”

You back against his chest, focusing on the roll of his palm against your clit as his fingers curled within you, brushing against the spot he never failed to find. You weren’t sure if it was the way he was muttering praise against your skin as he left his mark along the length of your throat, or the blissful feeling of his fingers buried deep within you, more than likely it was a grand combination of every small gesture Josh was pulling out to show how well he could care for you that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm faster than you thought possible.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby, are you getting close?”

One of your hands was entangled with one of his beneath the pillow under your head, but the overwhelming urge you refused to fight had you tangling the other into the curls at the top of his head, holding him as close as possible as he peppered kisses over the bite marks he had left on your skin. “So close, Josh. Please don’t stop.”

The low moan that rolled out of him left his chest rumbling against your back as he rutted his hips into your ass, revealing just how hard he had gotten just from pleasuring you. “Not gonna stop, baby. Promise I won’t stop until you tell me to.”

Your orgasm washed over you as he murmured against the shell of your ear, a breathless moan pouring from your lips. He slowed his rhythm, working you through your high until he was sure you had caught your breath. His fingers gently retreated from inside of you, returning to your clit with feather lite touches against the small bundle of nerves. “Feel better, sweetheart?”

You released a soft hum as his fingers teased against you. “Much better, baby. Seems like you might need some help though.”

You slowly rolled your hips back, feeling the length of his cock restrained by the sweatpants he had thrown on when he left his apartment. Despite the overwhelming urge to slip into slumber, you could feel the spark of desire still nestled deep within you as he let out an almost pained moan. “Not tonight baby. Just wanted to take care of you.”

“But-”

He kissed your cheek, interrupting your train of thought as he pulled his fingers out of your shorts. “No buts, sweetheart. We’ve still got tomorrow, and I can think of a couple things we can do once you finish up that homework of yours.”

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[icypantherwrites]

It is finished.

Words I wasn't sure I was ever going to be able to write, but at 11:51 pm last night they became reality.

Bottled Ocean is finished.

I am really, really proud of myself for being able to come back to this story. I started writing it in all the way back in May 2020 so it has been almost four years from start to finish and it's been a really long, bumpy road. So much has happened over those four years and the story went from a vibrant, engaged audience when it first published to, if I'm lucky, one or two engaged readers and maybe five reading it total. It's been really hard to put forth the energy into writing such a monster of a story (it is officially over 250,000 words long) knowing that there's no one there really to read it and even now I'll be lucky to have one or two engaged readers for it.

But it is done. My legacy after writing over 400 fanfictions in the last 7 years is not an incomplete story. It's something I can look back on and be proud of that I wrote that and as anyone knows, 250,000 words is not a small undertaking.

I had promised myself that if I went back to writing this I would finish the story before it began publishing again on Patreon (which resumes today) and then life hit. I had Covid the last two weeks and felt really terrible and dizzy and unable to focus. I thought writing fight scenes was hard, bah, writing fight scenes while you're distracted by the word 'sword' because it says 's-word' and going off on a tangent of swear words you think pirates would say while still trying to write a fight scene is hard. I kept going.

I reached yesterday morning and realized that I still had at least four chapters to write and I wasn't sure how I was going to do it and even if my deadline was self-imposed I was going to fail it.

I didn't.

Outside of taking breaks to walk the dog (it reached 42 here in Chicagoland and for this time of the year that's practically tropical) and guzzling down over half of a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper and trying to drink water in there too, I did it. I sat down, wrote my ass off, and a little over 16,000 words of the most pinnacle parts of the story as it all comes together and concludes I did it. I am exhausted and I honestly didn't even recall most of the final chapter so I went back and read it this morning and not to toot my horn but damn I'm a good writer, and I am just so relieved and happy it is done.

I am done too. My writing journey comes to an end with this story (I'll still for sure be posting on Patreon for the rest of 2024 though with my insane backlog and of course Bottled Ocean and some works on AO3 too) and I'm hanging up my keyboard. It has been a long seven years full of the good and the bad, the bright spots and the dark, but I can look back at this chapter of my life and see that I wrote over 3.2 million words worth of stories to share and I feel...

I feel content. And relieved and honestly my wrists are aching from pressing against my laptop all night, but I am happy. Thank you to all who came on this writing journey with me, who have been with me since As Color Fades Away posted in 2017 or stumbled across my works this year. It has been a life-changing seven years of writing.

I'll still be around here posting updates and hopefully, maybe, trying to get a few of y'all to bite at Bottled Ocean and join me in reading my final fanfiction, but this author is finally, finally finished and it is the start of a new adventure.

Thanks everyone ♥