[bluewatersfairy]

push it - z.d.j

requested! i thank you for your patience anon!!

synopsis: reader and zabdiel spend some downtime catching up and end up discovering some new things about one another

warnings: mature content! unprotective sex (wrap before you tap fam), some lewd language, overstimulation (male), reader on top, ejaculation (on chest or mouth/face, depending on where you prefer)

word count: circa 3.9k

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Things had been rather slow between you and Zabdiel recently.  It wasn’t for lack of attraction or even lack of attention.  There just wasn’t enough time in the day.  With the boys preparing for new music releases, music videos and promotion, there just didn’t seem to be enough time for your relationship to grow.  It had more or less come to a halt, surviving off of texts and late-night video calls that often ended with Zabdiel falling asleep.  But tonight was going to be different.

He was coming over after work just to hang out.  He had no idea how late he was working but he’d promised, no matter how late he got off, he was coming to see you.  It was an exciting thought.  You couldn’t wait to hug him and kiss him and just be in his presence.  It was the little things that weren’t the same through a phone.  

At the beginning of the night, you were the most excited.  Coming home from work was always a relief but you couldn’t help to prepare for him to come over.  He’d been tired recently and with limited contact, sex wasn’t a major priority.  With that in mind, you were preparing for a chill night of cuddles.  That didn’t mean you weren’t going to wear something that could be considered sexy.  You landed on one of his hoodies that he’d “left” the last time he was over and a cute pair of panties you’d bought the week prior.  Ms Fenty was to thank for the gorgeous emerald green lace that complimented your darker complexion.  

You settled yourself on the couch and ate your already prepared dinner which was leftovers from the night before.  You had a bottle of wine with your name on it waiting for you but you wanted to share it with Zabdiel.  That was the idea anyway.  By the time 9 pm had rolled around, you simply decided to abandon it and poured yourself a glass.

By 10 pm, you’re laying down on the couch with your legs crossed over one another, your right leg propped up in the air.  It was comfortable, especially as you scrolled through your phone.  From where you laid, you couldn’t see your front door, which was important.  You were hoping time would pass by quicker this way.  You were only half paying attention to what was happening on the tv and social media.  

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[justsimplypretty]

Needy - (n.m.)

Storyline: The reader is officially over Nick being too busy for her lately, so she decides to take matters into her own hands.

Author’s Note: Okay so I got too carried away with this one. Not sure what got into me but I was obviously feeling some type of way. Nick just does it to me what can I say.

Warning: DEFINITE SMUT WARNING

Word count: 2k

It had been the most annoying past few weeks of you and Nick’s relationship. He was constantly busy with meetings, rehearsals, and studio sessions that it left little to no time for you. And after many cancelled plans and rescheduled alone time together, you were starting to become restless and in desperate need of his attention.

You woke up on the living room couch early in the morning after attempting to stay awake until Nick got home from the studio the night before. You had a huge blanket laid across you that you didn’t remember being there before. Meaning Nick had come in late and saw you snuggled up and proceeded to gently wrap you up in the blanket without disturbing you.

You got up from the tiny couch and wrapped the blanket tightly around yourself and set out to find him somewhere in your shared apartment. You were happy to find him in the bedroom, but were immediately met with disappointment once you saw him on the phone. He locked eyes with you as you stood in the doorway and a grin instantly crossed his face.

“Morning angel” Nick whispered, covering the phone mic as he walked toward you. “I’m on a conference call with the guys and some people from the management team but I won’t be long” he continued as he placed a kiss on your forehead. But you knew that phrase all too well. Whenever Nick said something “won’t be long”, it always ended up being longer than anticipated and running up until the time he had to do the next thing planned for the day. Hence, the reason you two had no time together lately.

“You always say that Nick but I need to be with you now” you said whining as you pouted your lips. But Nick continued his conversation as he walked to sit on the bed and proceeded to mouth a simple “just a minute” to you. You had officially had it. Being over constantly getting ignored by your boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he wasn’t going to give you the attention, then you’d just have to demand it yourself.

You dropped the blanket to the floor revealing your red laced thong covered by your oversized t-shirt. You crawled on the bed behind Nick who was sitting at the edge, and began prepping kisses all along his neck. He was mid sentence with his phone conversation when his voice came to halt at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

“Nick, you still there?” you heard Brandon say on the phone. “Yeah yeah I’m here just a quick sec” Nick said proceeding to cover the phone mic.

“Baby, I just said I won’t be long. Give me a second” Nick said in a stern tone. Something about the assertiveness in his voice only made you more turned on and want to continue pushing the limit.

Nick went on with the conversation, discussing future dates and venues for an upcoming concert. You continued your scandalous ways and began moving your hands down Nick’s chest and slowly to his boxers, where you began rubbing him from outside. You could feel he was already hard. You thought maybe it was from the sight of you in his favorite underwear of yours or maybe from the many marks you left on his neck. Either way, you continued moving your hand over his member, palming him ever so slightly.

“Y-yeah the ten-tenth of next month” Nick said stuttering over a couple of words. You took that as a sign that your plan was working and decided to go even further. You got off the bed, went over in between Nick’s legs, and immediately got on your knees. Before Nick could even say anything, you slid his boxers down and took him into your hand. A low groan came out of Nick’s mouth as he looked at you from above. His eyes were filled with both anger and lust. He covered the mic again as he grabbed your wrist and stopped your motions at once.

“You may enjoy teasing me now, but you’re going to regret it if you continue later” Nick said as he let go of your dainty wrist.

“Hm I don’t know Nick… maybe I wanna regret it later” you said as you slowly took the tip of him into your mouth. Nick clenched his jaw, and tried to carry on the conversation. But as you continued to take more and more of him in your mouth, the feeling was too good and he couldn’t control it anymore. He unintentionally let a low “fuck” escape from his mouth.

“You alright over there Nick?” Edwin questioned at the profanity coming from Nick’s line. “Yeah, just dropped something that’s all… just continue” Nick said trying to move the conversation forward. You giggled a little at the excuse Nick had told the boys, causing more sensation to be released onto him.

At this point, he was getting close. Out of breath and extremely in need of release, he was struggling to keep his noises in. But that didn’t stop you. You loved seeing him this way. Helpless and in need of release while still trying to carry on a conversation. Which is why it took you completely by surprise when Nick took himself out of your mouth and looked deep into your eyes.

“Strip. Now.” He said in a strict but silent tone to avoid anyone hearing. His voice was too sexy that you didn’t even care to question why he stopped you or what was to come next. All you wanted to do was listen to him. So you slid your shirt over your body exposing your bare chest and slowly slid the lace down your legs as Nick’s eyes watched your every move, never leaving you.

“Perfect… absolutely perfect” Nick said loud and clear. You couldn’t tell if he was referring to something said on his conference call or to your completely stripped body standing in front of him, but it made you a little more wet both ways. He signaled you towards him with his two fingers and began touching your body. He left kisses all over, causing you to tilt your head back in pleasure. He continued to place his free hand on your hip, as he guided you to sit down to where you were straddling his thigh. Nick held the phone as far away from his ear as possible as he began to whisper into yours.

“Make yourself cum on my thigh baby. I wanna see you struggle. And don’t dare let a single one of those pretty moans escape your mouth. Understood?” Nick said strictly. You gave a quick nod, in desperate need of wanting to feel some type of pleasure on your now sensitive area. Nick moved the phone back to his ear as he began helping you rock your hips.

“Sorry yes I’m still here, just had to quickly take care of something” Nick said continuing his conversation. Something about possibly getting caught by everyone on the phone made you feel more rebellious and turned on, causing you to continue moving faster. The feeling started to take you over, sending pleasure over your whole body as Nick’s eyes, for the second time that morning, watched your every move, never leaving you.

You could tell you were losing control, forgetting Nick was still on the phone and beginning to let out soft moans. Nick’s hand quickly began covering your mouth as he whispered into your ear.

“What did I say princess? Not a word” Nick said looking deep into your lustful eyes. He could sense you were close and weren’t gonna be able to hold it for much longer. “Does my baby want to cum for me? Huh?” Nick said as you eagerly nodded your head, hoping he’d give you permission to do so. But instead he picked you up, and quickly set your back down onto the bed.

“Hey I’m gonna have to put you guys on hold for a second. Something needs my attention is that cool?” Nick said on the phone. “Yeah man go ahead” Brandon said not knowing you were the something that was awaiting Nick’s attention.

Nick quickly put the phone on mute and set it on the nightstand. He got back on the bed to a super whiny you, in need of his touch.

“Nick please baby” you moaned trying to avoid touching yourself. You knew it would only cause Nick to leave you just like this. “Please what?” Nick said hovering over you. “I need to feel you inside of me baby please fuck me” you said being a complete mess under him.

“I don’t know if you deserve it princess after disobeying me earlier” Nick said teasing your entrance with his tip only causing you to go insane.

“I promise I’ll be good for you from now on just please Nick I can’t take it” you said. Nick decided you’d had enough suffering and continued to slowly inch himself into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you wrapped both hands around his neck, clawing at his back. “f-fuck” is all you could say. Even though you and Nick had done this plenty of times before, you could never get use to how big he was.

“You like that baby? Huh?” Nick said picking up the pace. “I-I love it… f-fuck me” you moaned completely losing feeling in your legs. 

“Gladly” Nick said continuing to go faster and faster. Your screams and the sound of your bodies coming together were completely filling the room. At a time like this, you were definitely grateful for that mute button.

“Fuck I wish you could see how pretty you look falling apart underneath me baby…you’re a mess” Nick said as his strokes became less in sync, hinting he was close. “Tell me who it’s all for? Who that sweet pussy belongs to princess?” Nick continued.

“You baby it’s all for you… p-please can I cum?” you begged not being able to hold it in anymore.

“Not yet baby, hold it in for me understood?” Nick said awaiting your response. But you were in too much pleasure to even form words at this point, causing Nick to give you a slap on the thigh. “Understood?” Nick repeated himself.

“Y-yes daddy” you managed to say with the little energy you had left.

Hearing you call him this only made him go deeper than ever before. It was unexplainable at this point. How good Nick had you feeling. And the fact that there were people one button away from hearing it at all sent you over the edge.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum PLEASE” you screamed almost at your climax.

“Look at me and let go baby… open those pretty eyes for me… I wanna see your face when you cum on me” Nick said allowing you release all over him. Your screams continued to fill the room as your legs wrapped tightly around Nick’s waist, bringing him to his climax as well. “Just like that baby… fuck you’re making me cum for you” Nick said as he released.

You were completely out of breath as Nick got off the bed and grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom, gently wiping your sensitive area before picking up the phone.

“Yeah yeah sorry for the wait guys, but you’ll have to figure the rest out without me. I need to give this my attention for a whole lot longer” Nick said looking over at you and smiling.

He quickly hung up the phone before anyone could respond and climbed into bed with you. “You okay baby?” Nick asked like he usually does, always wanting you to be okay after you guys did anything. Though he was wild during sex, he was still a total sweetheart. Always making his girls wellbeing his number one priority. Always.

“Trust me, I’m much better now” you said snuggling into his chest. You spent the rest of the morning in his arms, finally having the alone time you’d been hopelessly craving.

[prettygirlslike]

lol

[precious-porter]

honestly if u could write any fear that you would relate too that would be great, when the writer can connect to it, it ends up being like the best writing everrrrr 🥺💞

So I have Tomophobia and Trypanophobia because I had a horrible doctor as a kid that pretty much gave me the worst anxiety towards doctors and medical things and places in general. :)

Tomophobia: the Fear of Surgery and Other Medical Procedures such as blood draws

Trypanophobia: is an extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles.

This kinda sucks but if you want more comfort sort of things I really do like writing comfort things so please send in those requests

You’ve been mentally dreading this day for weeks with anxiety so bad you felt like the world was going to end. Your eyes were already wet as you sat on the exam table the doctor’s office. So far your hand held a continuous grip on Brandon’s throughout the car ride there and throughout your vitals being taken.

Now you guys were waiting for a nurse to come in and give you some shots you’d been missing which has pretty much left you on the verge of a panic attack. Brandon stood in front of you holding your face in his hands. You’re almost done mamas. He said wiping your face with the sleeves of his hoodie. You’re doing so good baby he said planting a kiss on your forehead.

The door cracked open revealing one of your worst fears on a shiny metal tray. Brandon sat up on the table with you, sitting you on his lap. He brought your head into his neck. you’ve got this, close your eyes baby. He held your sleeve up while they cleaned your arm. He couldn’t stand to see it happen, his heart ached every time you flinched and sniffed.

By the end of it bandaids dotted the sides of your arms. You did so good mamas! He rocked back and forth with you peppering your face with kisses. Your body was exhausted & your legs felt like jelly. Brandon carried you on his hip, your purse hanging off his shoulder as he took you to the car.

You were exhausted emotionally and physically, considering today had been stressful to say the least. Okay let’s get you some food and a nap mami. Brandon gave you one of his hands knowing you’d fall asleep on the way to get you some food.

You hadn’t eaten anything before your appointment because of how anxious you were, so you guys finally got some breakfast. Brandon knew that soon your left over anxiety would turn into crying because of how stressed you’d been, so he decided to take you home to help you rest it off.

He ran you a warm bath in hopes that it would help soothe your arms. Once you were in the bath he ran some water over your arms, sliding off all your bandaids. He ran more water over you rubbing little circles on the dots on your arms.

He got you in some sweats and a hoodie. You guys settled on he bed. You found a comfy place on his chest to lay your head. He put on your favorite movie.

Your built up anxiety finally decided to come out in tears. You did so good today baby. He patted your back for a while, making you tired; finally catching up on hours of sleep you had missed over the last few days.

I’m so sorry this sucked ass🥰💞

[papichriscnco]

“What the Fuck is Going On?” ~ Zabdiel/Chris

Congratulations babe! Competition Entry for @cncopmhoe

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just broken up before your big trip to Puerto Rico. Frustrated, you bring your friend along who encourages you to have a summer fling, little did you know just how deep you would end up. Seven years later you’re left with a child and no way of contacting your summer fling until he walks in to your new boyfriends apartment.

You were wearing your favourite dress when your best friend dragged you to some house party in Puerto Rico. You were there for a girls holiday. You were meant to be travelling with your boyfriend but he decided to break up with you a week before your trip. So your best friend quickly replaced him.

“How did you even get invited to a house party? We don’t know anyone here!” you laughed as she took your hand leading you through the front door.

She had met a group of guys when ordering coffee earlier in the day and scored an invite. Meeting Zabdiel happened in slow motion. You were leaning against a wall chatting with your friend and a few guys when you saw him dancing in the middle of the room. Captivated by him you watched him while sipping on your drink through a straw. You hadn’t realised how long you had been staring until your friend nudged you.

“Go talk to him!” she encouraged you. You rolled your eyes, you had only been single for two weeks and here she was palming you off to someone else. “Come on. One quick hump and dump! It’s perfect!”

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[devinebunnyy]

stress relief::NM.

the amount of times i cut this trying to copy it from my notes OHMYGOD.

anyways: nsfw warning!! absolutely filth ahead.

you stood hesitantly in the empty apartment, unsure of if you should be cleaning up the dirty dishes or slipping into some lingerie. nick had called to let you know he was on his way home, and his voice was accompanied by that familiar growl you knew all too well. he was frustrated and needy, and it would either be a night of snuggling with a few frustrated tears shed or rough, passionate sex. you prayed for the latter.

the dishes called you over as you promised yourself you’d get them done before nick walked through the door. your mind wandered to his recent stress with the music and how weird everything had been, carrying you through the subconscious task before you dried your hands off and looked at the clock. he’d be home any second. you darted into the bedroom to change into something a little more presentable, slipping out of your sweatpants and hoodie.

“that’s a little better,” spoke a voice behind you, causing you to jump at the sight of nick in the doorway. “holy fuck,” you gasped, your right hand clutching your chest as he broke into a smile and took a few strides in your direction. “didn’t mean to scare you, baby,” he muttered, clasping your face in his large hands as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “your phone call already did,” you spoke as he rested his forehead against yours. “everything okay?” he let out a sigh, shutting his chestnut eyes momentarily. “yeah, just stressed. Need some you-time.”

“oh?” you smiled, running your fingers up his sides and causing him to shiver. “i meant just snuggling, but i think now i really need some you-time,” he giggled, pressing his growing bulge into your hip. “sounds good,” you bit your lip, eyes falling to his hoodie as he inspected your features. he inched closer, lips connecting with yours as your eyes fell shut in unison with his. his kiss encapsulated you, breathing you in like fresh air as the room around you heated up.

his hands were everywhere at once, kneading your hips and feeling your sides and pulling you closer by the back of your neck. he let out a little hum of distress, clearly trying to deepen the kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours. your hands traveled from his chest down his abdomen, settling on his belt buckle, just below his hoodie. you gave the waistband of his sweats a tug.

“nick,” you mumbled quietly moving your hands into his hair as his lips attached themselves to your neck, “babe, need you,” you whispered, pulling at the soft locks between your fingers.

“mm,” he smiled, “i think i need you more.”

“babe, come on,” you giggled, pulling his hoodie up his torso in a struggle to get the fabric off of him.

he chucked against your skin, standing tall to slip the clothing over his head. you faced his chest, placing a kiss to his skin. your fingers found his jeans, fumbling with his belt as he helped you undo the clasp.

his pants were a heap on the floor as he stepped out of them, his straining boxers and socks all that were left concealing his body. you kissed up his jaw, his shaky breathing in your ear as your tongue flicked over his stubble.

“babe, please,” he whispered, his length now fully hardened against your bare hip. you still stood in the doorway to the bedroom, surrounded by discarded clothing and overwhelming lust.

you kissed back down the column of his throat, making your way over his collarbones and sucking a purple oval onto his chest. he grunted at the feeling, hands kneading your ass as you nipped and sucked at the soft flesh. slowly, you worked your way down his abdomen, kissing every inch of skin before settling on your knees and tugging his boxers down his thighs. you looked up at him, reaching for his cock as you placed a soft kiss to the tip.

“Babe, no,” he spoke softly, leaning down to cup your cheek. “Not tonight, I want to make you feel good.”

You shook your head in protest, kissing the head softly. “I want to, nick.”

“Babe, you deserve it,” he insisted, reaching for your hands and pulling you to your feet.

“I just wanna taste you, baby,” you spoke softly, smiling against his lips as he pressed them against yours. His hands reached for your hips as he walked you backwards toward the bed, nipping at your bottom lip before pushing you down against the mattress.

“Off with these,” he giggled, hooking his fingers in your panties as he tugged them down your thighs and off your ankles. Your legs fell open, revealing your soaking core as he looked down at you in admiration, eyes dark with lust.

“Babe, c’mere,” you reached out, making grabby hands at him as his naked body advanced to hover over yours. His face hung in front of you, loose curls falling onto his forehead as a giddy grin tugged at his lips.

“Yes, dear?” he asked softly, supporting himself on his forearms.

“I love you,” you smiled, pulling him in for another kiss, “but I really wanna taste you.”

He giggled, kissing each of your cheeks before lifting his head again.

“Alright, then. You win,” he shook his head.

“But, uh, you wanna taste me too?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as he looked at you questioningly.

“Wanna, uh, wanna do it together?”

He gulped, a blush flooding his cheeks as a bashful smile creeped up his cheeks.

“You mean, like, at the same time?” his smile grew as he dipped his hips, rubbing his hard cock against your slick core, eliciting a groan to escape your throat.

“Oh my god, yes,” you spoke quickly, giggling at his smile as he immediately pushed off of you to readjust himself.

You sat up, patting the bed for him to lay down in front of you.

“Alright, um, wanna put your knees here?” he asked, patting the mattress on either side of his head, “and then, uh, go from there?”

You bit your lip, core heating up at the thought of having his cock in your mouth while he buried his face between your thighs.

“Uh huh,” you grinned, swinging a leg over his head to rest above him. His hands immediately slid up your thighs, resting on your ass as you leaned forward, head hovering over his pink cock.

“You look great,” he chuckled as you craned your neck to look between your legs, bumping the head of his dick with your forehead as you glanced at his toothy grin. He was smiling at you eagerly, hands now on your waist as he lifted his head to place a kiss to your clit.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, legs sliding a bit to get a better seat on his face. He hummed against your core, lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves as you placed your left hand on the mattress beside his hip, lowering your mouth onto his cock.

Your free hand gripped the base, propping it up so you could take the tip in your mouth. It was firm between your wet lips, hot with a pulse as you swirled your tongue around it and began gently bobbing your head. He let out a deep groan, vibrating your folds and causing you to squirm on top of him.

He was hot in your mouth and between your legs, his nose against your entrance as his tongue licked and swirled around your clit. You lowered your mouth on his cock, taking half of his shaft as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, causing you to groan around his length.

“You like that?” he mumbled, the air from his mouth blowing on your heat as you nodded in agreement, your mouth full of his cock.

“S’what I thought,” he chuckled, moving his hand from your hip to smack your ass. You whimpered at the sudden contact, legs trembling as your right hand began pumping his shaft, assisting your mouth as it fucked his cock. He began bucking his hips upward, meeting each bob of your head as you fit as much of him as possible between your swollen lips.

“Babe, fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your core, pulling your clit between his lips as he applied suction. You cried out, moving your hand to his thigh and squeezing as his mouth worked wonders. “So,” he lapped at your clit, “fuckin’,” he licked up your slit, “sweet,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your core and pressing his face into your heat.

Your stomach lurched at his words, excitement flooding your veins as pleasure overtook your senses. You moaned as his tongue curled and flicked inside of your walls, wet noises coming from behind you as you tried to maintain a rhythm on his cock.

He was moaning against your heat, releasing small groans and whimpers as your tongue swirled around his member, flicking the divot on his tip.

“F-fuck, fuck baby, I can’t,” he panted, his head falling against the mattress as his chest heaved with deep breaths. “I can’t last, I‘ve gotta be in you.”

You groaned, the loss of his lips on your core alleviating the heat from between your thighs. You shifted on top of him, swinging your leg over his head and kneeling on the space beside his sweating body.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, his hand reaching for your thigh.

“S’okay, baby,” you reassured, raking your fingers through his curls and leaning down to plant a kiss on his wet lips. “Gonna be in me,” you mumbled, crawling off the bed and shuffling through the nightstand.

He assumed you were searching for a condom, collapsing his head against the pillows as his hard cock throbbed with his pulse.

Your hand clasped around the black bullet-shaped cylinder, hiding it in your palm as you shut the drawer and shuffled over to the doorway, pulling his belt from his discarded jeans.

“Babe, what on earth are you up to?” he asked jokingly, already holding his hands up to the headboard as he could see the leather strap in your hands.

“I wonder,” you gasped back, leaning over him to constrict his hands with the belt.

“God, I love it when you tie me up and revoke my right to mobility,” he chuckled sarcastically, grinning at your unimpressed features. You shook your head with a giggle, slipping your bra off your arms and crawling to settle on top of him.

“Fuck,” he grunted as your core hovered over his length. He contracted his muscles, making his cock jump and bump your clit.

“Not so fast, tiger,” you giggled, stroking his cock with your hand as you leaned down to kiss him. Your lips found his jaw, working your way up to his earlobe and giving it a tug with your teeth. His hands pulled at the restraints, fighting his instincts to touch you as your lips worked their way down his throat. You placed another hickey beside the one you’d left earlier, fighting a smile as he squirmed with excitement beneath you.

You pushed back on your knees, kneeling above him as he looked at you though hooded lids. His hard was stuck to his sweat forehead, bulging biceps leading to his restrained hands, bound by his own leather belt. He was pure sex.

“What do you want, baby?” you cooed, hoping for a certain answer.

“N-need to be in you,” he squirmed, bucking his hips up but sighing when you pushed up on your knees, keeping him from coming into contact with you.

“In me? You wanna feel me around you, nick?” you asked, raking your nails up his contracted abs.

“Fuck,” he gulped, “yes.”

Without warning, you aligned your core with his tip, sinking down onto his length. He filled you out perfectly as you sat on his cock, a loud whimper escaping his throat as you settled in place.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” you spoke strongly, revealing the small vibrator in your palm. “I’m gonna put this on my clit until I come, and you’re gonna feel me around you the whole time,” you said, watching his Adam’s apple as he gulped at your words.

“Babe, fuck, pl-“ he started, only for you to interrupt him.

“No. No touching, no fucking. I’m not riding you, babe. I’m gonna work myself to orgasm and you’re gonna feel me,” you reassured, watching his eyes flutter shut as you shifted to give yourself access to your clit.

Clicking the button on the end, a low hum filled the room as you placed it on your swollen clit.

You moaned lowly, your free hand pushing down on your thigh as you tried not to bounce on his cock.

“Holy shit,” nick panted, his eyes staring at your heat as you pushed the vibrator against your skin.

“Gonna feel me, baby,” you spoke, “gonna feel me throb around your cock, gonna feel my walls get tighten around you until I release, shaking and quivering on your dick. You want that, baby?” you asked, turning it up a click as he nodded eagerly.

“Ah, fuck,” you mewled, lightly bucking your hips against the toy as sweat pooled in nicks

hairline. He was biting down on his lip, trying not to make a sound as he focused intensely on the way you pleasured yourself.

The temptation to ride his cock was looming over you, the fullness of having him inside you changing your entire experience. He looked like a Greek God beneath you, his perfect body enticing and inviting as you tried your best to keep as still as possible. His arms were instinctually pulling at the restraints, desperately begging to get his hands on you as you writhed above him, walls hot and snug around his thick shaft.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, giving in to the urge to roll his hips, thrusting into you gently.

“nick, stop,” you spoke sternly, head tilted back in pleasure from the fullness. As much as you wanted him to keep going, you really wanted him to feel this.

“Pl-please, please untie me,” he panted, eyes shut in frustration as he tried to keep it together.

“Depends,” you responded, “are you gonna be good?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he nodded, moaning as you lifted yourself off his cock to undo the belt restricting his hands. He immediately reached for your hips, running his fingers up and down your sides as he pushed his head up for a kiss.

You met his lips, ghosting over them with your own as you teased him.

“No, babe, gotta be good for me,” you whispered with a giggle, feeling the huff of disappointment leave his throat. “No touching.”

Shuffling back to his waist, you slung your leg over his hip once again and settled on his throbbing cock. He let out a whimper as you sat on his length, reconnecting the vibrator with your clit and turning it up a notch.

“That’s it babe, just like that,” he repeated, watching the toy in your fingers as your eyes fluttered shut. “More, baby, I know you can take it. Harder,” he encouraged, gazed fixed on your hands as you increased the intensity again.

“Fuck, Nick,” you grunted, clenching your walls around his cock as the vibrations began to overwhelm you. His hands gripped at the sheets, fighting the urge to touch you as he wrinkled and twisted them violently. You continued to tease him, speaking softly, “Fuck, yes, so fucking big in my tight little cunt.”

“Oh my fucking god,” he spoke lowly, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Oh god, nick, fuck,” you repeated, pressing the vibrator against you harder as you felt the familiar ball of nerves in your abdomen. “Yes, fuck, yes,” you cried as he tugged at the bedding, forearm veins bulging with his biceps.

“That’s it, baby, takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” he croaked, trying not to move his hips as your thighs began to tremble on his hips. “Come for me, kitten,” he cooed, looking at you through hooded lids with his mouth agape.

“Fuck, nick, I’m close,” you groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him as he groaned at the sensation.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he whimpered, pressing his hips up into you as you exploded around his cock, pussy beginning to throb with your pulse around him. He moaned with each clench of your walls, tugging at the sheets that were threatening to rip.

“H-holy fuck,” he panted, squirming beneath you as your cunt pulsed around his aching cock. “You feel so fucking good, ah, fuck,” he repeated.

“You’ve been so good, baby,” you spoke, collapsing on top of him as your walls continued to tighten and loosen around him.

“Can I please touch you now?” he breathed, meeting your lips for a heated kiss as you nodded against him.

His hands found your hips, holding them in place as you shut the vibrator off and tossed it to the floor. He lifted you off his cock, lowering you back down on it and meeting your bounces with thrusts. His hips were soon slapping against your inner thighs as his cock pounded into your still-throbbing core, the overstimulation leading you to scream with each buck of his middle.

“Fuck, you feel so good, ah,” he grunted, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he brought himself to the brink of orgasm.

“nick,” you whimpered, feeling the waves pulsing through your stomach as you buried your face in his neck.

“Fuck, baby, you’re close,” he panted, feeling your walls tightening as they had before, pounding you harder as moans and grunts escaped his lips.

“F-fuck, nick, oh my god,” you whined, body shaking above him as you released again, throbbing about his swollen cock.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, skin clapping against yours as he whimpered, his cock releasing thick gobs of liquid inside of you.

You each came down from your highs, falling limp with exhaustion as you collapsed beside him.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he panted, turning to face you. His cheeks were red and rosy, the flush reaching his chest as it heaved in search of air.

“Y-you feel incredible, my god,” you responded, pulling him in for a hungry kiss before climbing out of bed, trying your best to walk to the washroom in a straight line. You peed and had a look in the mirror, taking in your absolutely fucked appearance as Shawn walked into the washroom, all smiles.

“Hmm?” you questioned, looking over at his naked body as he strode over to you at the sink, wrapped his sweaty body around yours.

“Shower?” he asked, already tugging you toward the tub with a lazy grin.

“Only if you’ll finally take your socks off,” you giggled, earning a failed wink from him as he bent over to peel the fabric from his feet.

[papichriscnco]

Lashing Out ~ Joel

Summary: You were desperate for Joel’s attention but he was so tired from his day that he lashed out at you causing you to have an anxiety attack. The only one who can help calm you down is Joel. 

Joel was tired after a full day of interviews but you were so excited to spend time with him, you were like a puppy at his side. You were practically begging him to give you an ounce of attention but he was quietly scrolling through his phone ignoring your pleads. 

“Why don’t we go for a walk or something?” you asked with bright eyes.

Joel scrunched his face up, “mmm.” 

Biting your lip, you tried to think of another activity you could do that he would agree to, “Go watch a movie?” Joel completely disregarded you that time. “How about we cook something together?” Your eyebrows raised in excitement, hoping he would agree.

He was resting on the couch when you pulled at his t-shirt desperately to capture his attention requesting he tell you about his day. He hadn’t meant to lash out at you but before he could stop himself he was yelling. You looked up at him nervous, you had never seen him like this. He stood up in rage, looking down at you. 

His hands flailing around, “Will you just leave me alone? I’ve had enough questions today!” He had hard eyes and his face tightened as he looked at you. 

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[bluewatersfairy]

bubbles and bubbly - c.z.k

for @starrykuwonu & @stellastyless ☁🌙

a/n: inspired by zion being cute on live the other day

synopsis: drunk lovey-dovey zion

warnings: none

word count: circa 1500

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you weren’t expecting a call from zion that night, knowing full well that he was going out to celebrate a friends birthday.  you’d opted to stay in, though he did spend a good amount of time trying to convince you to come out with him.  you would, you explained to him, but a tuesday felt like a weird day to go out and party.

his call came right as you were about to turn off your bedside light to go to sleep.  you answered quickly, thoughts that something bad had happened flooding your mind.  they were dismissed almost instantly, zion shouting baby down the line in the happiest voice making you laugh.  he missed you and wanted a kiss.

you could hear the party through the phone, the music almost overpowering his voice.  he didn’t want to kiss you through the phone, he made that clear.  so you decided it was best if you went and picked him up.  

when you pulled up, he was standing on the curb with his phones speaker to his ear waiting for you.  he opened the passenger door and greeted you with a beaming smile.

“hey babyyyyy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at him, gesturing for him to get in the car.  he climbed in excitedly and leant closer to you with his lips puckered.  you could only giggle more, your cheeks flushed pink at his child-like manner.  you pecked his puckered lips and he let out a belt of his infectious laugh.  

“put your seatbelt on so i can drive, baby.”

the drive to the boys place was filled with him scrolling through your phone to play what he deemed to be the right songs.  you thought you knew the direction he’d go in but he surprised you by choosing some arin ray, kehlani and justine skye.  everything he played centred around love and he wasn’t shy about singing them all directly to you.

“you know, you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever met.”

he spoke out of the blue as you helped him out of your car.  you assumed he’d be alright to get out on his own since he got in alright but that was quickly proven to be untrue when he attempted to get out without taking off his seatbelt.

“okay zion.”

“no, like seriously baby.  there’s literally nobody prettier than you.”

you only giggled and nodded your head, unable to think of anything more to really say to him.  you pecked his cheek and began the difficult journey of guiding him inside the house and into his room.  it should’ve been a relatively easy task, but he was just so distracted. his already uncertain steps were thrown out of rhythm. 

he gasped when he stepped foot into his room, not without falling into his doorframe, despite your warnings and help.  simba was asleep on the foot of his bed and he was instantly cooing as he approached.

“hi puppyyyyy.”

he knelt on the ground beside his bed and cupped simba’s face in his hands, pressing kisses all over him.  you quietly closed his bedroom door and picked up the few things he’d managed to knock down in passing.  

“you’re the cutest puppy in the entire world.  i love you so much, bear, i love you so so much.”

you watched him melt into a child, his lips covering simba in kisses and disturbing his sleep.  he didn’t seem to mind and returned some of the kisses.  

he could be there all night if he wanted to be.  you’d seen it before.  the endless love he had for his puppy ran deeper than anything he’d admittedly felt before.  time was nothing in his presence.  but it was late.  and as much as you loved seeing this gentle, bubbly side of zion, you wanted to sleep.

“baby?” 

you spoke with your hand on his back, quietly with hopes it would settle him a little.  he hummed as he turned his head to look at you, his eyes dopey and his cheeks red.

“can i get you into some clothes you can sleep in?”

he chuckled and placed one last kiss on simba before he stood.  he smiled down at you and nodded his head, holding his arms out like a scarecrow.  you looked up at him before sighing, giggling to yourself with a shake of your head.  

you guided him to sit down on his bed and started to remove his clothes.  at first, he just watched in silence, his subconscious petting simba.  when you reached to unbutton his shirt, his hands found themselves on your body.

“i love you so much baby.”

you smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead but kept your focus on his shirt.  his hands rubbed over your back and sides.  his fingers drew patterns over the thin material that covered your body.  you felt love hearts, his initials with yours and it made you smile, just as much as his confessions of love did.

“sometimes i feel like a stalker or sumn, i’m always thinkin’ ‘bout you.  you literally have my whole heart, i don’t think i love anyone as much as i love you.”

“what about simba?”

you pulled his shirt off and folded it neatly to put away to the side.  your blush was hidden in the half-lit lighting of his room.  you adored his words, adored his hands on your body.  you could feel all sorts of bubbles rising from your toes to your nose.

you were able to ease his pants off while he was stuck in his head for a moment.  the question you’d posed had sent his mind on a quick walk about.

“do you wanna wear your pj pants or are you okay in your boxers?”

you stood back from the bed as you spoke, his hands falling from your body.  he shook his head, his dreads falling in front of his face.  

“my boxers.”

he spoke softly and you nodded your head.  getting him under his comforter was relatively easy.  there were promises of cuddles and kisses and in his intoxicated state, he just wanted to be close to you.  

his arms were quick to wrap around your middle once you were in beside him.  his head rested on your chest and his eyes closed, a drunken smile spreading over his dreamy face.

“your boobs are my favourite pillow.”

you began to draw patterns on his back and settled into the warmth on his bed, the cirtusy hints of his cologne encasing you in a mellow dream.  

“i seriously love you so much, y/n.”

his hand found one of yours and interlock your fingers.  he brought your hand to his lips and placed delicate kisses everywhere he could. 

“you’re my dream girl, no cap.”

you giggled at his words, though maybe it was the feeling over his lips beginning to dot kisses over the exposed skin of your chest.  he raised the hem of your shirt as he moved to hover over you.  he pressed kisses everywhere he could, your giggles filling the room at his soft touch.

“i love you too z.”

he returned to the bed beside you and you turned so you were facing him.  you rested your hand on his chest but he was quick to move it to hold over his heart. 

“it beats for you.”

you snorted but picked up his hand and held it to your own chest.

“mine too, baby.”

he smiled and moved so your noses were touching.

“promise?”

“i promise.”

your instruction of sleep was at first ignored.  he told you he loved you a couple more times and asked for several more kisses.  his spirits were still very high but his lovey dovey manner eventually led him to a drowsy state.  

you fell into one shortly after him, cuddling into his warmth.  his words and affection had created a large ball of warmth inside your lower stomach.  you felt at peace, over the moon in his arms.  you weren’t sure if he’d remember how sweet he’d been the following morning but you didn’t mind.  this was a memory you were sure you wouldn’t forget for a long time.  

he’d never expressed his love in words like that night.  his affection came in physical contact, not that you’d ever complain.  it was nice to know that the way he felt about you was just the same as you.  

“gonna marry you one day.”

he mumbled as he turned into you, his arms wrapping tightly around you again.  you had thought he was asleep, his silence for the past 10 minutes convincing you so.  before you could gather a reply, the thought of being his wife almost too overwhelming to comprehend, his snores filled the room.

“i hope so.”

your voice was soft as your eyelids finally surrendered to the heavy weight that laid over them.

[cnco-hoenesty]

Unknown- N.M

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Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut (18+), mentions of cheating, unprotected sex (y’all be safe!)

Note: the things i come up with when I have late night conversations with @cncopmhoe love ya honey!💗

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Your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at your sleeping form. His fingers delicately tracing your cheekbones, then to your parted lips. He loved you but he knew you had someone else on the side. He just never dared ask the name of the unknown man that warmed your bed when he was gone.

He grabbed his suitcase, packed for his mandated business trip, before kissing your forehead. He sighed and closed the door to your shared bedroom, then to the door of your shared apartment. You shared everything except the commitment. He was yours but he knew that he shared you with someone else. A mystery yet to be solved.

When the sun rose and you had your coffee, you smiled down at the brown liquid swirling in your cup. You knew that he would be coming around tonight. The mystery that came with him was only answered with the breathy sounds of his name. He never took more that you wanted to give, only taking his leave with nail scratches and love bites littering his chest.

“Nick, hey. Yeah, come over tonight. Yeah, he’s gone. I don’t keep it a secret, and he never brings it up. I don’t know. Nah, i-I’m not having this conversation right now. Just come by after work, babe.”

You spent your day cleaning up the apartment, making dinner for yourself, and making sure you were ready for Nick’s visit. He didn’t have a set time to show up. He would just show up when it best suited him. Yet, you always yearned to be the person that was on his mind at all times.

You washed your dishes while you thought of the last time that you had both rendezvoused. His body between your legs, the sheets sliding off of your bodies. His lips dancing across your skin, his breath hot. His fingers gripping your hips to keep you from bucking against him wildly. Your nails raking across the skin of his back.

You shivered at the thoughts flooding through your brain. You almost felt bad that you were cheating on your boyfriend with Nick, but he never asked you about it. Despite finding Nick’s shirt on your bedroom floor. Despite seeing the purple bruising around your hips and love bites that you haphazardly tried to hide. Nick still remained unknown to him.

Nick sat in his car, playing with the gold bracelet that adorned his large wrist. He sat parked in the parking structure of your apartment building. He hated sneaking around with you. He hid from the world while you didn’t attempt to hide the deceit behind your relationship.

He looked at his phone thrown on the passenger seat, his frustration growing. He had tried to keep things casual but it seemed like you had no other interests than keeping it casual. Always asking for casual sex while he wanted you to leave your boyfriend.

He climbed out of his car and took the elevator up to your apartment. Roughly knocking on the door, you took him by surprise as you kissed him out in the hallway where your neighbors could see.

Nick groaned as you dragged him into your apartment. His tongue taking you by surprise, yet only caused your body to rise in temperature. He pulled away to continue his assault on your neck and your fingers making their way into his hair. His dark hair so soft under your fingertips.

You brought him to your room and he didn’t hesitate to tear down the middle of your button up tank, exposing your chest. His large hand came up to cup your breast, massaging it while he softly bit up your neck.

Nick felt an overwhelming desire to show you that you were his, even if it was just for the night. He turned you around and bent you over the bureau. His hands quickly unbuttoned your pants and he slipped his right hand into your panties. His fingers caressed your folds before letting one finger slip into the mess that your arousal had created. You whimpered as you spread your legs further apart to feel his finger go deeper into you.

“Watch me finger fuck you, baby. Keep your eyes open,” Nick whispered, while his left hand gently squeezed your throat. Nick started a circular motion with his finger, adding another. You bucked you’re hips, your head falling back into his shoulder.

You could hear your arousal, the slickness loud and clear. Your pussy throbbed with the need for attention. The anticipation in the pit of your belly building, needing more.

Nick pulled his hands away, and he pulled off his shirt. Then he helped you shimmy out of your pants, tossing them to the side. Your tongue traced the shell of Nick’s ear as you pressed kisses up and down his jaw.

He tapped your thigh and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. His abdomen in contact with your wet pussy, his hands gripping your ass. The only thing keeping you from falling were the pressure of being between the bedroom wall and Nick’s body. Nick helped you slide down a bit, your core against the rough feel of denim. Helping you, Nick began to guide you. Your pussy rubbing against his pants, a spark causing you to let out a moan and want for more. Nick stuck a hand in between the both of you and began to rub at your clit while you continued to get off on his clothed dick.

Your nails began leaving their expected marks across Nick’s back as your writhed in euphoria. Nick brought his mouth to your breast, his tongue tracing your nipple. He dragged his teeth over the nub, before harshly sucking. Then, he would release it with a pop and blow cool air onto your wet nipple. He took turns between both breasts, the attention tantalizing.

Just as you were about to fall apart in Nick’s arms, he put you back on the ground. He quickly pulled off his pants, leaving him naked in front of you. Your mouth watered at the v-shape that sculpted his hips. You knew that they would soon be snapping into you, and you wanted to take all of him, now. You pulled off the rest of your torn clothes off and Nick bent you over a nearby drawer. He pressed his chest to your back and lifted your right leg with his right arm. Then he guided his dick to your entrance, the tip teasing you while becoming coated with your arousal.

Just when you were going to whine about the teasing, Nick slammed into you. The air was knocked out of your lungs and you let out a garbled scream. Nick pulled out until only the tip remained, then rammed into you again. Repeatedly, he did this. Your hips bucked in response to his. You could feel his dick his spots further than you had ever decided to explore. Your breasts bounced with the force behind the thrusts. His left hand started to rub your bundle of nerves at a quick pace, your orgasm building at a dramatic rate. Your whimpers muffled by the hand that you brought up to your mouth. You didn’t need the neighbors knowing Nick’s name, knowing that you had a boyfriend.

“Who’s pussy is this, mamas? Tell me.”

“Y-yours, baby. All yours. Please, faster baby. Fuck.”

Your orgasm built, your body quaking. Nick recognized the signs of your body nearing release. Your walls clenched tightly around him, milking him as he leaned in and left a dark hickey on your shoulder.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, oh god, that feels so good”, you moaned while Nick helped you ride out your orgasm.

You laid him on the bed and straddled him, ready to be filled by him again. You adjusted yourself and slowly sunk onto him. The stretch was pleasurable but stung just a bit. Nick groaned at the feel of your walls taking him in so good. Your fingernails dragged across his chest and you began to use him, while you began to rise and come down onto him again and again. Your skin slapped his, the room being filled by grunts, moans and expletives. His hands guiding your hips, and your head thrown back, lips parted. He stared up at you in awe.

The both of you fell into each other, not caring if the other was tired until you had each had your fill. You both laid down on the bed, trying to catch your breath from all of the exertion. The morning was the same. You and Nick took what you needed from each other, kisses and orgasms making the morning go by quickly. When you fell asleep, Nick dragged on his clothes, staring at your sleeping figure on the bed. He came close to you and traced your face, knowing that his mind was made up. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and quietly made his way out of your apartment. The apartment that you shared with him.

When your boyfriend got home, he walked into your shared room. He came around to your side of the bed and could see the dark shadows under your eyes, telling him that you hadn’t slept that night. As he was turning away from you, his eyes were drawn to your shoulder. The dark red bruise that decorated your skin, was prominent. He knew that your unknown lover had been here. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Just as he was going to start packing up his things into his suitcase, your phone chimed.

“Last night was great, but it’s not gonna happen anymore, ma. I begged you to leave with me time and time again and you always denied me. I can’t be doing this shit anymore. -Nick”.

That was the unknown man’s name. Nick. It was such a simple name, yet the power that it held in your relationship was astonishing.

He packed the rest of his clothes before walking out of the front door. He saw a young couple moving boxes into the empty apartment two doors down. The young man approached him and stuck his hand out.

“Hi Neighbor. I’m Alex. My girlfriend and I just moved in. You must be Nick”, he said.

He smiled a bitter and humorless smile at the new tenant.

“Nah, I’m not. But I am out of here. I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. If she asks you if you saw me, tell her that I knew about Nick. She’ll know she fucked up”.

Then he grabbed his suitcase and threw it into the backseat of his car. He looked into the review mirror, his eyes finding the window that belonged to your apartment. He shook his head, leaving behind his disappointment, his commitment to you, and last of all, you.

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[yeeteeys]

Do you take requests? If you do, can you do a fluffy Nick one where after an argument you tell him to sleep on the couch but he refuses because the couch hurts his back and so you slepe on opposite ends of the end (you’re still mad) and I end up curled up together the next morning?

author -; @neobeanz​

members/pairing -; nick mara x reader

plot -; constant fighting wasn’t something you and nick wanted. the amount of work you both go through made you both have less energy which led to arguments over the smallest things. can this one argument make you reconcile?

warnings -; strong language, ig suggestive at the end but it;s not even there

genre -; fluff, ig angst not really, like there’s .0000000000001%

wc -; 1k

a/n -; yuuhhhhhh

masterlist coming soon

"nick, stop. just stop. i don’t wanna do this with you right now, i know we’re both tired then we got work tomorrow. plus you’re sleeping on the couch because your ass didn’t clean your messy crap on the bed,” you said as you placed the clean dishes into dishwasher and drying your hands with the towel. 

the arguments started from the bigger things such as forgetting a date that one of you planned for months or making sure to continuously doing the chores around the house to maintain a clean environment for you both. now, it would be over small things like the pasta being a little too soft for nick’s liking or the clothes weren’t folded exactly how you wanted because it was slightly crooked. the heated conversations were endless. most of them would be resolved as you both quickly would get over it and apologized the next day. 

nick covered his face with hands before running his hand through his hair. he nodded before hesitating, “nah, mamas. gotta disagree with you on that, my back hurts. lemme sleep on the bed.”

your boyfriend injured his back from the most random challenges with the boys and rehearsing dances. the choice of him sleeping in bed was a given because you still wanted to make sure that he was well rested despite your anger with him. though you still raised an eyebrow, contemplating if you wanted to sleep in the same bed as him but maintaining your petty mood was set in mind, “then i’ll take the couch.”

“can we just sleep in the same bed as usual?” he asked as he turned the television off and straightened the pillows on the couch from smacking around the pillows during the argument. you almost disagreed but he let out a please which changed your mind. you reluctantly agreed, heading your way to the shared bedroom. the rest of the evening was spent in silence until nick started playing music to settle into bed as you finished your night routine. you wanted peace and quiet for the night, but you didn't want to argue or fight anymore, so you just let it be. 

exiting the bathroom, you spotted your boyfriend laying on the bed, probably scrolling through instagram considering his thumb swiping up. you crawled into your side of the bed, turning on the led lights one hour feature as you both usually forget to turn it off. pulling the covers over you, you positioned yourself so you didn't have to face nick. "night, love you."

"love you, too." 

it was always nice to hear your exchange of i love you's before bed despite the arguments. now, all you hoped was that you were able to stay on your side of the bed for the rest of the night. the next morning always ended up being in each other's arms. you grabbed one of the pillows underneath your head and placed it in the middle to separate you and nick. you also took the teddy bear that he gifted you from his side to use as a cuddle buddy. your pride restrained you from asking to cuddle, and you were sure he was in the same predicament. 

"really? mamas, it's not that serious."

you rolled your eyes, hugging the teddy bear even tighter. you shut your eyes, attempting to find a way to sleep along with the rhythm of the music. you could feel the bed shift, sensing nick was going to sleep despite the music still continuing on. he shifted once more. almost crossing the pillow barricade. you felt the tips of his fingers touch your back as he snaked his arm around the pillow wall. moments later, you allowed yourself to fall into slumber with the music, you barely heard nick, "night baby, i love you."

the night went by a flash. you yawned, looking around for your clock. you had a couple of hours to prepare for work, but nick would surely be gone by now to record with the guys and attend a meeting with the company for their next tour. not until you felt the weight on your upper body, you looked down to see your boyfriend asleep. you smiled, as these were the moments that were worth and valued over the arguments. you ran your fingers through his hair, combing his smooth locks. you felt him tighten his grip around your waist as you went through some of the knots that were created in his sleep.

nick stirred in his sleep, rolling his head a little. he yawned and looked up, meeting your gaze. he softly grinned, the sleepiness displayed through his eyes. "morning."

"morning, did you sleep well?" you asked, still running your hands through his hair.

he nodded and shifted in his position, allowing you to have your head on his chest. nick stroked your waist with his thumb in small motions. "mamas, i'm sorry about yesterday. and basically every other argument. they're pointless."

"it's alright. i'm just as much in fault as you are. we really need to manage us better," you suggested, causing him to chuckle.

"i'll cancel with the boys today 'cause all we got is some harmonizing. i'm sure austin can cover my harmonies," he grabbed his phone to text the boys in the PM chat that included you. you nodded, you were lucky enough for your work to be work from home due to the company fixing technical issues at the building.

"i can't believe you're making the dad do extra," you flicked his chest.

"he'll be fine, plus he agreed," he showed you the text of the group chat. your eyes couldn't help but wander from your boyfriend's first text to the recent ones. the texts filled with assumption of doing the deed made you laugh which you grabbed your own phone to join in with the mess. 

"so, what's our plans for today?" you tossed your phone after replying to the boys.

"got plans up my own sleeve," he groped your behind, swooping in for a kiss. 

you moved quick enough to get out of bed, rejecting his attempts, "go brush your teeth first."

"i'm kidding, ma. get ready, so we can get breakfast," he placed an arm behind his head, leaning against the headboard. he winked, proving your thoughts of his future plans. you shook your head before turning to the bathroom.

"love you, mamas."

“love you too, nicholas.”

[bluewatersfairy]

can we get a first kiss with zion pleaseee 🥺

yess 🥺🥺

please reference this clip

•••

It was routine for you to text Zion after a date.  Whether it went well or not, he was there to listen and supply cuddles and advice if needed.  Which was why you were spending your Friday evening together on the couch eating ice cream and popcorn while watching The Princess Diaries.  

It was a movie you’d seen multiple times together.  You heavily related to Mia and her quirky ways, minus the Princess-status and being related to Mary Poppins.  Plus, having watched it so many times, it didn’t matter if you talked throughout. 

You quietly talked about how things went and how though he was a good guy, you didn’t see anything more happening with him.  Zion listened attentively and hummed and nodded to let you know he was.  You felt a little embarrassed to admit it all to him but you knew he wouldn’t judge you.  He wasn’t the type.  

“Because you saw me when I was invisible,” he recited dramatically, interrupting your favourite part of the movie.

“Now is not the time,” you shushed him, your eyes not leaving the screen.  He chuckled a little, his eyes looking up at you from where he laid in your lap.

“He’s been into her for how long and she only notices after she stands him up?  Boy’s-” you cut him off by placing your hand gently over his mouth.

“Best part, shush now.”

You watched with a sparkle in your eye.  Mia and Michael’s first kiss was a moment you’d carried in your heart since a young age.  You were completely enchanted by it.  It was everything from her smile to the foot-flick and the garden lighting up behind them.  It was a fairytale and it was a feeling you wanted to experience some day.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t kissed people before, you had a few.  But there was never anything there, never any feeling that made it seem appealing to you.  You’d told Zion about it one night through hiccups as you finished a bottle of wine.  He’d cringed when you said cardboard was the closest comparison and was why you’d avoided dating for over a year.  The next morning he’d set you up on a dating app, promising you that it wasn’t always going to be like cardboard.

While you were caught up in the film, Zion chose to watch you instead.  He knew the kiss well and if he was being honest, he preferred your reaction to it much more.  You always looked so in love, so light and he adored it.  

As the film came to an end, you ushered him off your lap and said you’d clean up the now empty ice cream container and make a fresh batch of popcorn while he picked the next thing you’d watch.  He sat in thought after you’d left.  An idea, a brilliant one, popped up not long after you had.  It was a must and he was soon calling out to Simba to assist him.

Throughout yours and Zion’s friendship there had been too many moments where he felt himself thinking about you a little too much.  You filled him with a feeling that was impossible to describe.  He felt invincible beside you and warm.  A blind person could sense the love he had for you, though you’d never felt it.

He wanted to give you the world, show you the beauty of love you’d yet to have.  His mind had him adjusting his room until he was sure it was just right.  With a final approval from Simba, he made his way back out to find you in the kitchen.

Like a child who wanted to show his mum his freshly cleaned room, he stood patiently waiting for you to finish cleaning up.  You smiled at him with raised eyebrows as you put the spoons away in their drawer.  

“What?” you asked through an uncertain smile. 

He held his hand out to you with that sweet smile that always made you melt.  You took his hand and he led his way to his room, guiding you to stand in front of him beside his bed.  Simba was laying on it, perfectly in the centre of you both.  

You were about to ask what was going on but he finally spoke.  He was a little uncertain, a little nervous about what he was attempting to do.  But he wanted you to feel safe, he always did.  “You trust me?”

“Of course,” you didn’t waste a moment to reply, the answer seeming so obvious.

“You love me?” he asked, his hand slipping into his back pocket.  He looked a little more nervous as he spoke, a little younger.  It was cute.

“You know I do,” you answered, again it seeming so obvious.

“I’m not going to do this if you don’t want me to but you deserve a Princess Mia moment, or feeling or whatever you wanna call it.  The foot-flick thing, you deserve that,” he rambled a little, his nervous habits suddenly very obvious to you.

Exclamation points and question marks jumped around your brain and your heart was beating loud in your chest.  You felt shy and giddy and knew you were blushing.

“I wanna be the one to do it for you,” he cringed at his own words, his eyes turning down to Simba for a moment, “or I want to try, at least.”

“You’re… serious?” His eyes met yours as if to say ‘why wouldn’t I be?’  It didn’t take much for you to see he was being genuine.  

“Yeah, think of it like some Perks of Being a Wallflower shit.”  

You chuckled at the reference, unable to stop yourself.  Given he wasn’t one to reference TPOBAWF, you had to assume that Nick had been in his bag recently.  You just spoke Sam and Charlie’s names in reply, nothing else coherent forming. 

“Yeah,” he smiled.  “She wanted him to have his first kiss with someone who loved him and I want to do that for you.”  

Exclamation points, question marks and about every emoji flooded your brain in that moment.  

“I know I’m probably not the person you’d imagine all this with but I’d be honoured to be Michael to your Mia, if you’d like.”  You smiled up at him, your teeth holding the inside of your lip as you thought.  

This was a big deal for you and you were sure for him too.  And of course he was wrong.  You had thought about this moment with him.  Not only did he have the prettiest lips you’d ever seen, you worked so well together.  But your friendship meant the world to you and you never wanted to jeopardise it. 

“I want to,” you said with a short nod, “but it can’t change anything between us.  I’m not just gonna become honey on you beca-” just like Michael, Zion cut you off with his lips on yours, his hand cupping your face sweetly.   

He was soft on you.  He wasn’t rough or forceful or unwanted.  He was pleasant, like frozen mangoes on a hot Summer’s day.  You kissed him back, smiling with your hand on his neck.  The foot-flick feeling came in the form of butterflies and bubbles swarming through your body.  You felt light, happy and safe.  

When you parted, your lips tingled and a blush flushed your cheeks and the tip of your nose.  He shared a similar dreamy look, his face lit with indigo lighting that hadn’t been there only moments ago.

Your gaze left him and went around the room.  His LED lights were set to your favourite setting, slowly morphing between romantic pinks and purples.  You giggled as he wrapped his arm around your waist from behind. 

Simba caught your attention again as he jumped off the bed and trotted out the room, most likely back to the longue where he’d just been sleeping.

“Why’d you bring him with you?” you asked as his head dropped to rest on your shoulder.

“thought if you didn’t want your ‘Mia and Michael’ moment with me, you might’ve wanted to have it with Bear.”  His infectious laugh sent you warmth and he held you a little tighter.  

“Now’s probably the right time to tell you I like you, huh?” he said, shocking you a little as you turned to face him.  

“Yeah?”  He nodded his head, “feeling’s mutual, kid.” You tapped his chest, feeling a little awkward at what you’d said. 

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked shyly,  his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

You nodded your head and hummed, raising on to your tippy toes.  There was no fear in that moment, no uncertainty, just warmth and sweetness.  You cupped his face and kissed him.  His arms wrapped further around you, holding you closer to his person. 

“Nothing like cardboard,” you mumbled as you moved away from him a little.    

“Good,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “kissing someone shouldn’t ever be like that.”

It was quickly agreed that there were movies still calling your names and cuddles to be had.  He made it very clear he had yet to finish kissing you for the night and you were very much enjoying the idea of it.

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i did not proofread but she cute, hope yous are staying safe 💜

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

A Zion Blurb

This is for my friend @moonlight-mara, I hope you start to feel better soon, baby. <3      -m.n.

You took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

“Y/N?” Zion glowed with a smile. “I didn’t know you were coming over.” And as usual, he picked you up and spun you around a few times as a greeting.

But when the first few tears slipped out of your eyes, he froze immediately.

“What’s wrong, mama?” he asked, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ve been having a bad day, and I just missed you,” you said, still in his arms.

His expression melted with compassion. “I’m so glad you came here, (Y/N),” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “Because I’m going to take such good care of you.”

He carried you to the couch and sat down with you, your legs draped over his.

“Now tell me everything, mama,” he said.

You did, laying out your heart for him and shedding your tears. He pulled you into his chest and stroked your hair.

“Well, I’m here with you, always,” he said. His grip tightened around you slightly and he added, “I’d like to see someone try to stop me from being here for you.”

His fierceness in that last sentence made you smile a tiny bit. “Zion, baby, I’m kinda tired,” you said, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

“Oh, don’t worry, I gotchu,” he said. “Wait right here.” He stood up and started to collect the pillows from every couch in the room and stack them around you. Then he got a big blanket and draped it over the pillows, which towered over your head.

“What are you doing, Zion?” you said, laughing at his concentration and enthusiasm.

“I’m building you a lil fort, babe.”

“Why do I need a fort?”

“So you don’t get cold without me.”

“Wait, you’re leaving me?” You felt your heart break.

He just smiled down at you, brown eyes shining. “Babyyy, would I ever do that to you?” He pulled out his guitar and sat at your feet. “I’m gonna serenade you. I just thought you would be uncomfortable sharing my arms with the guitar.”

He played gentle tunes and sang love songs as you rested your head on the pillow fort he made. His steady voice carried you away from all the sadness you felt until your mind was filled with only him.

You started to drift off to sleep while he played one of your old favorite songs. “I love you,” he sang, and it made your heart swell.

“Zion,” you whispered. “Your songs are beautiful, but I just need you now.”

He set down his guitar at once and picked you up again.

“Anything for you, mama.” He carried you to his bed and laid down beside you, and you curled into his chest, his arms around your waist and your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Always come to me if you need anything,” he said. “Because I love you, boo.” And he kissed your forehead and cradled you to his chest as you drifted to sleep.

[chaotic-bye]

Make a Mess || brandon. a

In which Brandon leaves you a mess after taking you in seven positions in seventy minutes. 

Warning: smut. It’s nasty

Word Count: 5.5k i got a bit carried away okay?

A/n: that cover he posted was too much for me not to write something about it… I’m also not to sure how I feel about this one but I hope it doesn’t suck

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guava. e.h.

about — after days of watching her social anxiety bubble over meeting his family and exploring his roots, edwin takes taryn for a late night walk through the streets of the dominican republic. loosely inspired by isaacjacuzzi’s guava and season 2, episode 7 of she’s gotta have it.

warnings — none!

masterlist.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

she could barely hold herself upright after a few hours of being twirled between uncle and aunt, mother and father and cousins that were much better at working their hips than she was. the soles of her feet warming with an ache that could only be a product of the hours upon hours she’d spent wandering aimlessly through the towns that scattered around rural república dominicana. taryn had lost all track of time, but she knew they’d arrived on the previously peaceful street at 8, well after sunset. now, at almost midnight, she’d well and truly lost her boyfriend in the crowd of his extended family that she’d spent the past two weeks mingling with and complete strangers who barely batted an eye at her clueless staring. taking a moment to catch her breath, taryn’s shoulders tensed when a hand came into contact with the skin exposed by her olive wrap dress, head lifting to meet the eyes of edwin. he smiled, slipping his hand down to wrap around hers.

“come with me.”

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the sun & her flowers.

001 — karma is a bitch.

about — after brandon has a subtle bombshell dropped on him nick drags him off to a shady hotel party where brandon meets the tiny hericane that is milan rogers. 2.2k words.

author’s note — i’m nervous about this one but i hope you all enjoy it! dedicated to @nicksnalgas because all we do is talk about brick all day and she sparked the will to write this (go check out her works!!)

warnings — mentions of underage drug and alcohol use, sexual references.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

there had been whispers among family and acquaintances that brandon had a way with words and emotions from a young age. something had sparked the idea of an (almost) child prodigy when he first went to his mother to show her a song he’d written about a girl from school. then came the hundreds saved up to purchase recording equipment and the songwriting camps. it was a gift, sometimes a curse.

with enough listening to people’s conversations on the train during one-off trips to the city and providing tlc to his heartbroken friends right throughout high school, he thought he knew enough about how to condense and manage it.

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[cnco-hoenesty]

Bad Bitch Brandon- B.A.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff💞

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When Brandon invited you to spend the night after class, he didn’t think that you would show up with your entire makeup case in tow as well. He stepped to the side but reached a hand to help you haul the case in through the door frame.

“Babe, what’s with the makeup case? You couldn’t have left it in the car?”

You looked at him with a questioning look in your eyes.

“Dude, the things in here cannot just sit in my hot car. Especially since you asked me over for the weekend, B.”

Brandon's eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender. He was just gonna let you do your thing. You took your overnight bag and makeup case to Brandon’s room and put both things against the wall.

You were tired from your cosmetology classes and this week you had been focusing on nails-acrylics, dip powder, gel-the whole nine yards. Yet, you felt like you still had to work on your technique. So you sat up from your spot on Brandon’s bed and zeroed in on his hands from where he was at his desk, editing a video on his laptop.

“Hey babe? Is the nail polish keeping you from biting your nails?”

Brandon hummed in acknowledgement while his eyes stayed glued to his laptop. You walked over to him and pulled up a chair next to him. You grabbed onto his left hand since he wasn’t using it and looked at his nails and his cuticles. They weren’t too bad. The black polish looked chipped yet you decided that it would be good enough to practice on. Now you just had to get Brandon to agree to it.

“Hey, B? Can I, maybe, do your nails? In acrylics? Just to practice for class? Please, baby?”

Brandon stopped and looked at you, bewildered. He looked at where you were holding his fingers and inspecting them. He decided that since he wasn’t really giving you the attention that you deserved, that he could at least let you practice on him.

“Sure, baby. You going to set up here on the desk with me?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically as you went to get your case and tools. You set everything out on the desk, evenly splitting the space with Brandon.

You spread everything that you needed out on the desk in front of you and you grabbed Brandon’s hand to get started. You started with removing the black nail polish and then once that was gone, you started working on buffing his nails and creating a matte surface for you to work with, along with cleaning up his cuticles and nail beds.

You decided that in order to be efficient, you would put all of the nail tips onto Brandon’s nails before clipping them to your desired length and then you would go in with the dip powder.

You thought that you would have trouble with Brandon keeping still but he was so engrossed in his editing that he let you work peacefully. Once the nails were officially done, you asked Brandon what color he wanted.

“Umm black I guess. You can make one nail whatever color you want though, babe”. You decided that red would be a good color for Brandon. It was very fitting.

When you finished with Brandon’s left hand, you quickly used the office chair you were sitting on and rolled it to work on his right hand. That was when your struggle began. Brandon was constantly moving his hand, using it on the mouse or to type something into his laptop. You were getting a bit frustrated but you decided that he was being really cool about getting his nails done so you should just shake it off. After taking you almost double the amount of time as the opposite hand, you were finally done. You say back and breathed a sigh of relief, glad that you were done.

“Woah, babe. These are cool. But I mean, how am I supposed to you know?”

You tilted your head, not understanding his question.

“How do you what, B?”

“You know? Go. To the bathroom?” He looked away, blushing.

You laughed at Brandon’s question and aww’d at him.

“You go the same way you always go, babe. Just use a bit more toilet paper than you usually use”.

After going to the living room with the rest of the band members, you were play fighting with Zion for making fun of Brandon not being able to do much with his acrylics.

“Zion, I swear, if you make fun of Brandon one more time, I’m going to make the guys help me hold you down while I do your nails and I’m gonna do them in such a bright pink that you’re going to cry about it!”

Brandon laughed as he pulled you off the couch and dragged you out of the house. He decided that he would take you out for dinner.

You both ended up at a burger place after voicing your craving for a burger. You laughed at Brandon as he would tap the table with his nails and he would use his hands to talk.

“Babe, these are sick. I ain’t kidding when I say that I feel like a bad bitch”. He laughed when you burst into tears from laughing so hard at him.

Once the both of you were done, you stood up from the table and reached your hand out for Brandon to take.

“Come on, Bad Bitch Brandon”.

He laughed as he sassily pushed his glasses further up his nose with his pointer finger.

Throughout the rest of the night, Brandon kept sassily saying that he was a bad bitch and you would always stop to take pictures of him and his “badass” nails for him to edit later.

When the both of you got back to the Prettymuch house, Brandon dragged you back to his room. You both started to get ready for bed.

You came out of the bathroom after doing your nighttime routine in just one of Brandon’s large shirts and your panties. Brandon immediately drew closer to you and gripped your waist, his hands floating up his large shirt covering your body.

“Ouch! Brandon, babe, you scratched me. How about we keep sexy time to a time after I get these acrylics off of you?”

“What? But you scratch me with your nails all of the time!”

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So now you’re complaining? Okay, Edward Scissorhands. I’m not touching you anymore.”

“No, baby. That’s not what I meant, you know that I like when you scratch my back! Just let me explain what I meant!”

Brandon was panicking, quickly trying to scramble on how to fix the mess that he had said to you. You looked at Brandon, trying to keep a straight face as you saw the panic in his eyes and the way that you knew that his brain was moving at a hundred miles an hour. You finally broke, laughing loudly at Brandon.

“What I meant was that-you know what? These nails are coming off tomorrow, babe. Then I’ll show you what I meant when I said that I like you scratching my back”.

You pressed a kiss to Brandon’s lips, your hands finding themselves in his hair.

“I know what you meant baby. First thing tomorrow morning, those nails are coming off and then we are staying in bed all day. Got it?”

Brandon quickly nodded his head in agreement and you both moved to your sides of the bed.

Right as Brandon was turning off the light, you heard him mutter, “I can’t believe you called me Edward Scissorhands.” You couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped your lips as Brandon dragged you to his side underneath the covers.

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[bluewatersfairy]

tell me a secret - n.c.m

a/n: trying to write shorter things, not my best (nameless but nick)

synopsis: friends w/ benefits

warnings: mature content

word count: circa 950

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out of breath, covered in sweat and tears leaking down her face.  

his hips rocked into hers, her arms wrapped around his neck and her head thrown back.  his name was the only clear word she spoke, more-so moaned.  her nails left red marks down his back and for the first time, she drew blood.

he pulled her on top of him, sitting up as she gasped.  he was deep inside her and she was in the perfect position to take what she needed from him.  his hot breath fanned over her neck as she moved to kiss him.  she was needy, their teeth clashing as the sound of their skin smacking together filled the room.

their nights were often spent with him inside her.  it didn’t matter how their days were spent or who they were spent with.  they always found their way back to one another in a dark room.  they fucked for as long as they could and left marks where no one else could see.  some nights, they fucked until the sun came up.

what had started off as a drunken mistake between two regretful friends had turned into their dirty little secret.  

her hand in his hair heightened his senses as she tugged his head back.  she bounced on top of him, seemingly unfazed by the pace she’d set.  their lips met, quietening their moans for a moment and when she pulled away, she trapped his bottom lip between her teeth.  she let it go as his hand came down hard on her ass, a warning she knew well.  

she hadn’t seen him with his hair that long before, his usual grooming habits disrupted by a busy schedule.  he’d tried to hide it when he’d first came over.  he looked comfy in his grey sweatpants and his print almost took her attention away from the beanie.  she took it off the second she could, which came when he had her pinned to the kitchen counter.   

“i like this.”

she hummed as she raked her hands through it, his lips skimming over her jaw.

“somethin’ to grip on to.”

he couldn’t count on one hand how many times she’d gripped at his hair that night.  it was calm when he arrived and some four hours later, it looked as if he hadn’t combed it in multiple months.  she thought it made him sexier and told him so when he first arrived.  he gave her a crooked smile in reply and put her on the kitchen counter.

“fuck baby”

he was pulsating inside of her, the stutter of her hips pushing his head against her g-spot causing her to grip tightly around him.  the feeling was heavenly and had him seeing stars again.  he’d lost count of how many they’d given each other that night.  all he knew was that she was milking him for all he had and he never wanted to pull out.  

“you wanna cum, daddy?”

he nodded his head as he looked up at her.  her head rolled back as he attached his lips to her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise her skin.  

“don’t know how much longer i can go”

“meet you halfway.”

he leant back slightly on the bed and hugged her waist with one arm while the other supported him.  she continued to fuck herself on top of him.  her hips began to write poetry as she searched for more friction against him.  her moans followed that of a symphony that was reaching its climax.

“tell me a secret, something i can hold on to forever.”

she looked down at him as she spoke.  one of her hands left his shoulders to hold the one that was snaked around her waist.  he was close, she could feel it.  she was too, she just needed a little more.

“i love you.”

her hips stuttered again at his words but her actions did not cease.  instead, her head tilted back and her hands reached to her breasts.  she massaged them and bit down on her bottom lip with her eyes screwed shut.

“cum inside me, daddy”

she wanted it but couldn’t look down at him.  he was finished at her words and strained groans and delicious moans left his swollen lips.  his hips thrusted up into her and his hands held her tightly down on top of him.  

she came alongside him.  her hands pressed into his chest to stop herself from collapsing into him.  she rode both their highs out and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.  he fell back onto her bed and his hands slipped away from her hips, leaving a print that would be visible for days to come.

she rested her head on his chest, the two of them out of breath, though they managed to be in sync.  they shared the same thought, neither of them wanting to speak to the other.

“i-i didn’t mean-”

“no, no, it’s okay.”

she traced her fingers over the ink that covered his bicep, her lips pressing gentle kisses over his sweat-covered chest.  

“don’t speak, i know.”

their lips met in an invisible kiss.  they laid next to one another in silence, both waiting for the other to fall asleep.  

they knew that in the morning they’d wake up to a clean slate where the only traces of last night would be that left on her sheets.  his words would be forgotten as they moved on with their everyday lives.  maybe they’d go on a date with someone else or meet someone who gave them butterflies.  

but they’d always find their way back to one another, in a dark room.