#i know what matters and what matters rn is that i make enough noise to create the tiniest doubt in peoples mind

[princessmyriad]

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[moonstruckme]

You asked for doctor remus request and here is am 😅 This is a fully self indulgent request as i’m sick rn and i’m all alone and i have to still do everything and take care of everything and i just want doctor remmy to put me on bed rest and just dote on me and make me soup and hug me when i cry like a baby because i always turn into such a mess and just want to be cared for??? Hope you have a great night/day lovely!! 💕

Hope you have a great day/night as well!

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 631 words

You’d both been sure your supply of cough drops would last you through the night, but Remus is beginning to lose faith. It breaks his heart hearing you try to quiet yourself, your back convulsing as you press your face into your pillow. You’d tried to sleep on the couch, then when that didn’t work tried to get him to sleep on the couch, but Remus won’t be separate from you. It doesn’t matter to him how late the both of you are kept awake. He’s already called in for tomorrow anyway, just like he did for today. 

“Do you want some tea?” he asks. 

“No, thanks,” you manage, coughing around every syllable. 

He hums his understanding and sets a hand on your back, moving it up and down your spine in a motion he hopes will console you. Heat radiates from your skin, still not enough to really worry him but enough that he’s sure you’re feeling muddled and exhausted. You hadn’t slept much last night either. 

At his touch you curl in on yourself as if pained, and the noise that escapes you sounds so broken Remus sits up. Though the light coming in through the window is dim, he can see the dejection etched into the lines of your expression and the shiny wetness of your eyes. 

A low sound slips from the back of his throat. Remus slides his hand up to your shoulder, drilling his thumb in small circles over your collarbone. “What is it, honey, is your head still bothering you?” 

His sympathy worsens your crying, which worsens the coughing. Remus waits for the fit to pass, thumb moving over your skin all the while. 

“Yeah,” you say once you can manage. “Everything hurts. I’m so tired of this, Rem. I want to sleep, and I just—” Furiously, you take a tissue from the nightstand, blowing your nose. “I just want my fucking ears to pop.” 

Remus could almost laugh at the way the curse hiccups out of you, if you didn’t sound so pitiful. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. You turn over to face him, and he cups your face in the basin of his palm. When you close your eyes, he strokes the skin beneath with his thumb. His poor girl, so desperate for comfort. He wishes terribly this was one of the ailments he could just banish in a day. “You should start to feel better soon.” 

Remus realized your cold had turned into a sinus infection after it suddenly got worse when it was supposed to be getting better. He got you on antibiotics that same day, but unfortunately they don’t work quickly enough to save you the misery of the early stages. You’ve been plagued with the cough, a blocked up nose, and a relentless headache since yesterday morning. 

The good news is, sinus infections aren’t contagious. 

Remus gives you a kiss. Your lips are warm and slightly chapped, and you taste like the soup he’d made you for dinner. He knows he can’t convey all his love and caring through the press of his mouth, but he tries anyway. 

“Do you want me to warm up the flannel for your sinuses again?” he asks.

You sniffle, looking guilty. “I don’t want you to have to get up.” 

“I’m up,” Remus says, kissing a salty tear off your cheek before sitting upright. “Sure you don’t want some tea, dove? I’ll be in the kitchen anyways, and it can cool while you lay with the flannel.” 

“Yes, please,” you murmur. You reach up a hand out of the covers, and he takes it as he rounds the bed, squeezing obligingly. “Thank you, Rem.” 

“Don’t mention it,” he tells you. 

In the end, you’re not awake long enough to drink your tea. 

[toxicanonymity]

I’m having raider joel withdrawals so I re read the series and I want to just say what a genius you are it’s sooooo goood omg. I just wanna follow him around like a house kitten while he takes care of the crazy world outside 🖤🖤

Thank you, seriously 🖤 Much more to come. I've got raider cooking on multiple burners rn. Ty for stirring them.

If you want him | raider master list

1.5k words, raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: This is something different. Hypothetical, couldn't get it out of my head. SUMMARY: Joel turns into a prude for a couple of days to find out how bad you want it. Then he gives you what you want. WARNINGS: I8+ jacking off, self-deprivation, riding, rough piv.

When you told Joel you loved him, it got him thinking about how you are with sex. He knew you came, but it never occurred to him that you might actively crave him.  That's what he keeps thinking about now, not the emotion of what you said. The idea of you really wanting him to take you is something he can't get off his mind, and it turns him on. But since he’s always driving things, how would he ever really know you wanted it? He’s not going to ask, "Do you really want it?” No way in hell anything like that is coming out of his mouth.  Instead, he can only try holding back to see if you make a move.  

He doesn’t fuck you for a whole day.  You’re puzzled and dejected.  You wake up at night to the sound of him groaning “oh, baby” over the rhythmic squish of skin in the bathroom. His breathing is labored and his grunts send a pang of desire between your legs. He moans, “ohh, oh—-ahh,” and you slide your hand into your panties. He groans, “Oh God” followed by a drawn-out sigh of relief, and the rhythmic noise stops.  “God damnit,” he mutters to himself. “What am I doin’.”

When the bathroom door opens, you pretend to be asleep, resigning yourself to blue balls. 

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The next day, he doesn’t try to fuck you either.  You’re sitting at the kitchen table and finally ask him, “Did I do something wrong?”  No, he’s not gonna talk about your feelings OR his.  

“Like what,” he asks. 

“I dunno. Do you still want me?”

“I have ya, sweet pea.  Somethin’ botherin’ ya?” 

Your eyes well up and you're unsure what to say since Joel clearly isn’t going to open up about whatever’s going on. A tear runs down your cheek and he gets hard.  When he adjusts himself, your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans. You look at it and wet your lips, but it’s not enough for him to know for sure.  

Joel resolves not to touch himself again, no matter how much it hurts with his cock straining against his pants.  He sits back in the chair and manspreads, holding his hands behind his back in a stretch, making his arousal known and his lap very available. His jeans are thin, tight, and stretchy. The outline of his cock is visible on his thigh. You’re looking at his erection and salivating, and it’s taking all he has not to just rail you, but he doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath. He’s getting even harder watching you watch him, his massive hard-on pressing against his jeans.  He’s resisting the urge to even graze it with his wrist. Any relief will have to be initiated by you.  It’s a personal challenge now.  He can control himself, he knows it. He’s just never had a reason to. 

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You stand up from your chair. He brings his knees closer together as you approach him. You look to his eyes for permission and he opens his arms. You climb into his lap and hug him, as you’re prone to do–normally when you’re scared, he thinks.  He gently lays a hand on your back to comfort you, but you’re not scared. 

Your crotch is mid-thigh on him, close to his cock but not quite there.  You put your hands around his neck and scoot up.  He closes his eyes as your panties meet his stiff manhood through his thin, soft jeans.  You look down between you, and he looks with you, both of you looking at the growing shape in his pants.  You reach for it and trace the outline of his stiff length.  He clenches his jaw and breathes deeper through his nose. His cock twitches and grows even harder against your hand. He taps his foot, lifting his thigh against your hand a few times. 

"Can I?" You ask hopefully through blurry eyes. 

He nods, but he's not gonna do it for you. "All yours, sweet pea."

You're worried about snagging the zipper since his jeans are so tight and he's not wearing underwear. You bear your wrist down on his cock while you unbutton then slowly unzip his jeans.

You fold that side down and reach into his jeans.  He sighs at the first contact of your soft hand as it grazes his tip and wraps around his shaft. 

You take it out and you're salivating.  You climb down off his lap and onto your knees.  You hold his cock steady as you tongue the slit and take the tip into your mouth.  

"Oh, baby," he whispers as you suck on it. 

Your mouth holds his cock for you and you reach down to take your panties off, stepping your knees out of them. 

You look up at him pleadingly, and he's biting his lip with his brow furrowed as he watches you. 

"What do you want," he asks softly. You take it out of your mouth and hold it with your hand. 

"This," you say. 

"What?"

You shyly look away then return to meet his gaze and say, "your cock?" Like it's a trick question. 

"Oh, sweet pea," he groans. "I told ya it's all yours."

"Can I have some now" 

He nods way up and down like he's never been more sure of anything. "Take it."

You climb back in his lap. "It's so big," you say. "I dunno how."  

"Sure ya do.  You wet?" 

You lift your dress, tilt your hips forward, and swipe your fingers through your folds then show him the shine. He quietly sighs “Mmmm” and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Then you hover near his cock and bring the weeping tip to tease your clit, then your entrance. 

"Can I put it inside?"

"God damn," he exhales. "Just put it where ya want it," bordering on exasperated. 

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Mercifully, he at least holds it at the base for you.  You hold onto his bare shoulders and hover over his cock, then begin to sink down onto the tip. You groan at the stretch, and he winces as he tries to resist pulling you down. He gently rests his hands on your thighs and can't help but give them a little squeeze.

You gradually let all your weight onto him, sheathing his thick cock with your cunt. It fills you up and you shudder as he bottoms out. Your nipples harden under your dress. He can't resist a subtle rock of his hips, but just one. 

You put your wrists around his neck and begin to move up and down his length. 

"How's it feel," he asks.

"So good," you pant. "really missed it," you say on the verge of tears as you let yourself slide down on his length again.

Joel nods and whispers, "me too."

"You do it so much better," you whine.

Joel sighs but lets you keep going. This is something new for him and he’s captivated. You bring yourself up and down on him a few more times. His big hands go to your ass, but he's still letting you stay in control for now. You take him in a few more times then hesitate at the top.

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He moans painfully while you're at the top, then under his breath says, "Fuck" and abruptly pulls you down. He holds onto you, stands up without pulling out, and haphazardly dumps you on the table face-up. Right away he pulls back, then slams back into you with a sigh.   Your legs wrap loosely around him. He puts his palms on your breasts, wrapping his fingers slightly around your sides for leverage, and he pounds you. 

The table is moving with his effort. He holds you down with one arm so you don't drift away while he rails you harder than ever. Your skin sticks to the table. He gropes your breasts desperately as he fucks you with no mercy. The contact of his tip with your cervix is painful until your body adjusts. 

“Joel,” you sigh, then wrap your legs around him tighter.  His cruel length pummels your poor little cunt, making up for lost time.

He grunts as he gives it to you rough. 

He leans over you and fists your hair. "God damn, you take it good," he mutters to himself as his swollen cock rails into you.  He fucks you with the pent up need of two days which might as well be an eternity with you around. To you it feels like he's filling your whole body up, like your guts are moving out of the way for him. You whimper on the verge of coming. 

"Ohhh, take it," he pants. "Yeahh, fuck." 

You tighten your legs around him and let yourself unravel. The pleasure grabs you violently and you sigh as your cunt flutters around his cock. 

Joel says, "damnit, baby."  Then he plunges to the hilt and stays there as his cock begins to pulse. His neck veins bulge and throb as he fills you up with his cum.  He groans and slowly thrusts into you twice more, still coming. He puts his forehead on the table near yours, catching his breath.  

Then he pulls up his head and looks at you.  He lays a palm over your breast and asks, “You okay?”

You nod, “yeah. Much better.” 

He laughs and musses your hair. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss. 

“I know, sweet pea. But it's yours any time. ” 

You want to tell him “same,” but he already knows. 

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thank you so much for the raider love and thank you all for reading and engaging. it helps with the creative juices.

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[sunlightmurdock]

okay apocalypse dbf!jake will not let me go again so- I need the confession 🙏 I need the tear-stained first kiss after an attack, with too much adrenaline and too little care for the inappropriate age gap

EEK me either me either me either ! I’m so insane about him rn

And I feel like this particular attack would be a big one. Resources are running low and Jake won’t leave you up on that mountain by yourself, so he has no choice but to bring you with him. He has done what he can, preparing you for this.

It scares you, even when it’s just all pretend with him. He’s not as kind when he’s training you. Even as you’re crying and telling him to stop it, that you don’t want to, he’s yelling and insisting that you aim straight and breathe — that these things won’t stop no matter how much you cry, or scream, or beg.

He doesn’t mean to be cruel. It would be far more cruel to leave you unprepared, to let something happen to you.

This is a low stakes run, but you can feel that he’s unhappy having you here. It’s itching at you that maybe it’s because you couldn’t hit that target last time. He had tied a thick tree branch to a length of rope, pushed hard, and let it swing. Your first moving target. Not so much as a chip in the wood. You’ve got a pretty big knife, one that could tear muscle from bone— he won’t give you a gun.

You know he’s focused on protecting you, it’s an awful feeling to think that you may not be able to do the same for him, especially after all he has done for you so far.

It’s a gas station, back off of the road, early enough on that it hasn’t yet been completely raided. Heavy metal shutters cover the windows, but Jake makes quick work of the padlocks on the back door. The power has all gone out by now, it’s just the light from your flashlights to guide the way. Jake is two paces ahead, close enough to jump back and pull you behind him if he needs.

It’s eerily quiet. You’re stuck to him like a shadow as he surveys for danger, and ultimately decides that it’s okay.

Keep away from the doors and windows, stay where I can see you. Dejected and feeling more uselessly childish than you have in a long time, you sweep the shelves and take what you can while Jake does the same. Continually, he checks over top of the shelves to see if he can see the top of your head.

It’s going too well, it tricks you both into thinking that this is going to be easy. You’re focused, on your knees and rummaging through the medicines to take everything you could need. You don’t even notice the noise that you’re making. Jake doesn’t mind the rummaging sounds, it means he can hear where you are without needing to watch.

But then, so can the employee who took such care to fortify this place before he took swallowed back a cocktail and pills the second that he saw his home in flames and his undead mother staggering around on the news footage. He made himself comfortable before he passed. His shoes and his jacket are in the back room. His socks are almost silent against the linoleum as he staggers around the corner.

He’s tall, and skinny, and hadn’t hurt anyone in his entire life. But he’s close enough by the time you spot him that his height gives you no room to stand up. His eyes are wide and gorging, the sockets sullen and lifeless. You haven’t seen one of them so clean before, part of him still looks human. His lips are pulled back, animal, growling weakly as he reaches for you and tumbles forwards.

Jake hears the scream and he swears that he’s going to be too late. Even just across the floor of the gas station — it takes seconds for one of those things to get their jaws around you. He’s sick to his stomach, his gun pulled and the safety off, uncaring about if the sound draws attention for miles around.

He rounds the corner and spots the puddle of dark, thick blood first. His heart sinks to his stomach, until he realises that it isn’t yours. You push the corpse back, off of you. Your knife is plunged through the socket of its eye, it’s dead. You take one look at Jake, and crumble, tears pouring from your eyes as you stare at your blood soaked hands.

“Shh, I’m here. Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay,” Jake whispers, sinking to his knees and pulling you off of the floor, cradling you in his arms as he kisses the top of your head. “It’s alright, I’m right here. You’re safe, you’re okay.”

“I didn’t— I didn’t see it— it was —“

“I know, sweet girl,” Jake whispers, rubbing soothingly at your back. He presses his lips together and kisses softly at your temple. “You did so good. You did it. You’re alright now.”

Again, Jake kisses your temple softly, hugging you closer. His weight and his smell, his strong arms wrapped around you. All of it almost makes you forget where you are. Blinking back any more tears, you turn your head as he kisses at your temple again. This time, you’re looking at him as he pulls back.

Tears soaking your lashes and your cheeks, staring up at him. Jake’s throat feels thick, his mouth suddenly dry as your fingers press into his arms. You are okay, you did it. He’s here. You sit forwards first, and Jake’s met with the exact thing that he has been trying to stop himself from thinking about for these past few weeks. Your lips are just as soft as they look, and your hands pawing at his arms make him melt into you.

Before all of this, Jake tried so hard to fight it. You’re so much younger. Your father would have never approved. Now, he supposes — it doesn’t matter. What matters, is keeping you safe, and he’s so glad that you’re safe.

His hand grabs firmly at the nape of your neck as he presses closer, deepening his hold on you, kissing you firmly.

[celabi]

been having scummy scara brainrot thanks to u and i cannot stop thinking about that one scenario where reader is also a yandere. love when two little freaks find each other <3 i actually uhh started writing a fic about it but like. idk. i never finish anything. i was hoping i could share some of it (all that i have rn) with u since it is directly inspired by ur blog lol. it's nothing special or interesting so feel free to ignore if u want but here's: scummy scara. from scummy reader's pov :)

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Scaramouche is obsessed with you. You’re certain of it.

He’s so obvious sometimes that you have to wonder if he wants you to notice. The way his face flushes and his intense gaze flits away every time you make eye contact. The way he shivers and shifts his position every time you innocently tap him on the shoulder or brush against his arm. The way his typical insults stutter and fizzle out whenever you smile at him. The way he seems to inhale the slightest bit deeper when he’s in your presence.

(Just for fun, you had ruffled his hair once and called him a good boy. It was absolutely comical, the strangled noise that left his throat and the instantaneous widening of his eyes as he shot up from his seat and practically bolted to the bathroom. It took everything you had to school your expression into sympathetic concern - or at least, something other than the smug grin threatening to break through - when he came back several minutes later, all sweaty bangs and wobbly legs, mumbling something about a sudden stomachache.)

He’s so cute, how can you resist indulging him now and then? It doesn’t hurt to leave your used napkins and chewed gum at the top of the trashcan for him to pilfer when he thinks you’re not looking, does it? They’d just go to waste anyway! And so what if you started leaving your blinds cracked or switched out your curtains for more translucent ones? You’re just trying to let in more sunlight, and if that just so happens to make it easier for him to take his little photos - well, what’s the harm in that, really?

Of course, you had to make sure it was only you that he loved before rewarding him too much. Although you’ve painstakingly ensured that his reputation is just negative enough for most others to avoid him, the occasional rumor here and there, surely it’d only be a matter of time before someone realized how adorable he really was. His eyes had sparkled with nothing but awe and reverence for you when you gave him that cat plushie for his birthday, too infatuated with you to even think about checking it for the listening device you implanted inside. Ever since then, you’d gotten your confirmation many times over; every night, as a matter of fact, with a symphony of sweet, pathetic moans and whimpers of your name into the plushie - accompanied by very familiar slick, wet sounds - until his voice was hoarse. (It was a shame you hadn’t installed a camera instead, but you’d been worried about it being too conspicuous.)

But no matter how utterly endearing his obsession with you is, you can’t help feeling frustrated. Just a bit. Because if he’s really this enamored of you, why hasn’t he made a damn move yet? He hasn’t asked you out, hasn’t even attempted to drug or kidnap you, and he’s only broken into your apartment twice. You’d even done him the courtesy of pretending you were asleep, but the following mornings, the only notable changes you’d discovered each time were that a few pairs of dirty underwear had disappeared from the laundry hamper, and a few new cameras had been hidden around your bedroom. Not a single mysterious stain on your pajamas or inexplicable mark on your skin. It was almost insulting.

At this rate, you might just have to take matters into your own hands.

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Oh wow this is hot 🫣 he’s so cute jfc, I’m in love with this ??1!1? Your writing is 💋, and you captured him perfectly what 😭😭 and reader knowing of his obsession and purposely teasing him??? 🤭🤭 I love it so much, thank you for sending this!!

sorry for replying so late, I’m not feeling too good atm. <33

[limbuscompanysituations]

Would love to hear how the sinners are when they are hungover?

(Totes not asking because I am nursing my own hangover rn)

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I hope you have healed from your hangover, raccoon pal!

Faust: she is never hungover, pft. What? You think a genius such as her would ever succumb to something as silly as a hangover? She knows her limits. She is definitely not hungover, she's only a little slower than usual because she's deep in thought about some complicated experiment. And those five aspirins she took in one go are also part of that experiment. Stop asking silly questions.

Yi Sang: He threw up the moment he woke up. He threw up after taking painkillers. He drank a little bit of water and threw up again. Right now his face is greenish pale. Maybe they should take him to a medical office... The others try their best to keep him hydrated so he can heal from that pesky hangover. It still takes him an entire day to go back to normal.

Don Quixote: She never wakes up hungover. She's as loud as ever and it kills the other sinners who are nursing their own headaches. Couple hours after she woke up it finally hits her and she collapses somewhere and sleeps for six hours straight. Then she wakes up as thirsty as a camel.

Ryoshu: She's prone to great violence at the smallest noise. Everybody's walking on eggshells the moment they see she has a hangover. She doesn't smoke for a couple hours and is much quieter than the usual.

Ishmael: She's miserable the whole day, even after her headache has gotten much better. Her upset stomach doesn't let her eat much. She takes it easy.

Heathcliff: He's cursing people left and right, and just like Ryoshu, he's prone to violence at the smallest noises. It's all bark and no bite though, picking up his bat makes his headache worse for some reason. Completely forgets he needs to hydrate so it gets better and ends up spending a whole day hungover.

Meursault: Knows he has to hydrate, takes painkillers and controls what meals he will have through the day. Heals in a matter of a couple hours and is back to being a productive member of society. Everybody is jealous of him.

Hong Lu: He said that you only get hungover if you stop drinking and tried to take a shot of liquor at breakfast. The other sinners stopped him and made him sit down, eat a light meal, take painkillers and keep hydrated. He pouted through it all but resigned himself to his fate. Secretly loving being pampered a little bit, even if everybody is annoyed at him.

Outis: She's so cranky she sounds like an old woman... wait, she is an old woman. Everybody is annoyed at her and wants her to quit yapping, but she will yap at the slightest mistake. The sinners are secretly waiting for Ryoshu to get annoyed at her enough to cut her tongue or something. Nobody wants things to turn to violence, of course, because it's always a bother when it happens. However, for this one case, they will make an exception.

Sinclair: As unexpected as it is, he doesn't really have much trouble with hangovers. An aspirin, a bottle of water and a little peace and quiet and he will be back to his anxious usual self.

Rodion: It takes a lot for her to be hungover. When she finally hits that limit, the next day she will be quieter than usual and will keep asking everybody to talk less. She will also complain about how loud the entire bus is, and even ask Charon to turn the engine off for a second. She will steal the nearest person's aspirins and water and justify it by saying she needs them more.

Gregor: Oh he's so miserable. He leans back on his seat with his eyes shut tight, occasionally groaning when the bus goes through a lump on the road. He's absolutely out of it. Don't even try to make him get into a fight. He's taking double aspirins every hour or so and hasn't touched a cig the whole day. The water bottle is his best friend right now.

[chvoswxtch]

hi! i’m not sure if you write for requests?

if you do, would you mind writing frank castle x f!reader with fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue? i’m just exhausted at the moment and every single one of my chronic illnesses are kicking my butt rn. i’m finding great comfort in the punisher series on disney+ and in your writing (the softer side of frank especially!)

thank you!!! 💘

first of all I just wanted to say I am so sorry you are struggling with that. I can't imagine what you're going through right now. i'm sending you so much comfort and so many hugs and I hope you've been feeling a little better lately. it makes me incredibly happy to know that i've helped in some way.

I don't really have any personal experience with chronic illness but I did some research and I hope I got this right for you. thank you so much for your request. I hope this is what you wanted, and I hope it makes you feel better angel. all my love ❤️

this doesn't really have any warnings (unless you wanna count swearing) but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. i'm not sure if the glitch has been fixed, but I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance! word count: 1.4k

i'd do anything for you.

Frank could tell something was wrong the second he stepped through the front door. If it weren’t for your car in the driveway, he wouldn’t have even been able to tell that you were home. Normally you were quick to greet him with a soft kiss and a beaming smile before he could even get his boots off. On the occasions you were too engrossed in whatever you were doing to hear him come in, he could still hear your faint humming or you shuffling around whatever room you were in. But right now, the entire house was silent and still, and panic began to rise like a looming tide.

Instinctively his hand flew to the handle of the gun that was tucked in the waistband of his jeans, making slow calculated steps around each room of the house as his eyes darted back and forth frantically searching for any sign of a threat or disturbance. The door to the bedroom was creaked open slightly, just enough for Frank to peek inside, and the sight before him sent a crack right through his heart. There you were, curled up tightly in a ball in the middle of the bed, clutching his pillow to your chest. Your brows were knit together in discomfort and your entire face was scrunched up in agony. Frank could see how the skin of your knuckles had gone white from gripping the pillow so hard. It hurt him to see you like this. Every time he did, he wished he could take it all from you and endure it himself. 

He pushed the door open slowly so it wouldn’t make any noise and kept his steps light as he made his way over towards the bed, carefully sitting down behind you. He delicately brushed his fingertips along your arm, cautiously leaning over you to get a better look at your face as he whispered.

“Bad today?”

You nodded your head so faintly, he wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been watching you closely. Less movement was best when the pain set in and spread through your bones with a vengeance. You had once described it to Frank as your entire body feeling like a searing, open wound. No matter how carefully you moved, it was like ripping it open all over again. The ache throbbed seemingly with every pump of blood through your veins. It made it hard for you to sleep. It was extremely difficult to get comfortable when you were in a constant state of pain, and the fatigue seemed to make the pain even worse. 

“How ‘bout a bath, honey? Hot water will help soothe those muscles, help ya relax a bit. Wanna give it a try?”

Frank did his best to ask yes or no questions when it was really bad like this. The less you had to think, or speak, the better. He kept his voice quiet and low, and tried not to talk too much. Frank had discovered it was helpful to get rid of anything that might overload your senses in your tender state. Too much light or lighting that was too bright bothered your eyes. Too many noises and loud volumes hurt your ears. Anything too bold in smell could implement a migraine. Every little thing was like a tiny pin prick to your nerves.

“Please.”

The way your voice broke nearly brought Frank to his knees. He wasn’t a religious man anymore, but he would’ve prayed to God until his knees bled if he thought it would help, or if he thought God would listen and allow him to trade places with you instead. He gave your shoulder the faintest of squeezes to let you know he heard you before he made his way into the bathroom. He turned the knob all the way over as far as it would go, knowing the sting of the scalding water would help alleviate some of the affliction you felt. He lit the candle on the counter and placed it at the front of the tub so he could keep the lights off. 

Steam hung thickly in the air once the tub was full. Droplets of sweat had already formed at Frank’s hairline, but he didn’t pay any mind to the heat. He peeled your clothes off as slowly and delicately as he could, gently scooping you up into his arms as he carried you into the bathroom. He lowered you down into the water carefully, a soft hiss leaving your lips as you adjusted to the temperature. Frank knelt down beside the tub, keeping a light hold of your hand as he eyed you.

“Feel okay?”

You nodded your head with a little more force this time, giving his large hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Feels really good.”

“Need anything?”

“Just you.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Will you get in with me? Please?”

Frank lightly brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. He could see the pleading look in your eyes through the dim amber glow the candle cast over the bathroom. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to join you, but your condition had him faltering.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, honey. Just want you to try and relax.”

“You won’t hurt me, I promise. I’d relax a lot more with you. Please?”

Frank couldn’t handle the exertion in your voice. He also hated denying you anything. In record time, he was completely undressed and settling into the tub behind you. A soft sigh left your lips when your head fell back against his chest, and he brought his hands up to tenderly rub at your shoulders to try and massage any lingering aches away.

“Is it too hot for you?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, sweetheart.”

“I want you to be comfortable too.”

“Baby, I spent years in a damn desert in full gear gettin’ shot at and nearly blown up. And I didn’t have a pretty girl to keep me company. Trust me, I’m comfortable.”

A quiet giggle escaped your lips, and that sent a surge of relief through Frank. Laughing was good. Laughing meant you were feeling better. Laughing meant he was actually doing something right. There were so many times Frank felt incredibly helpless when it came to your chronic illnesses, and he hated it. He loathed that feeling. Seeing the person you love in pain, completely exhausted, and not being able to do anything about it. Threats he could handle. He was trained to eliminate those. He’d give his life to protect you. But he couldn’t fight an invisible enemy. He couldn’t eliminate a threat he couldn’t see, or even touch. He couldn’t rescue you from your own body.

“Thank you.”

Frank dropped his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, still being careful with his movements as he pressed his cheek to yours and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Don’t gotta thank me, you know that.”

“I want to. You always help me. You always know how to make me feel better. I know I ask a lot of you, and it isn’t-”

“Hey, don’t do that. I’m here ‘cause I wanna be, you got that? Don’t start that shit about bein’ a handful. If anyone’s the damn handful here, it’s me. You take care of me, and I take care of you. That’s how this works, yeah?”

A defeated sigh left your lips as you sank further into the relief of the water and Frank’s chest.

“Yeah. But I still appreciate everything you do for me that you don’t have to.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Frank lightly brushed his nose along your cheek, holding you to his chest until quiet snores sounded from you. He smiled to himself when he realized you had fallen asleep. He didn’t want to risk moving you in case this was the only sleep you were gonna get tonight. He stayed there in the tub with you until the water went cold and the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. He would’ve held you there as long as you needed him to if it meant he could offer you a sliver of peace. He’d do anything for you.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

We Are Ep. 14: Part 2/3

Hello!!! =D

This is Part 2, you can find Part 1 here, and Part 3 here.

This is not that long of a post, it's just fluff and a filler before part 3 and all the scenes that will live in my head rent-free for the rest of forever.

Literally 😭 (see: Peem's portrait of Phum)

Isn't that what besties are for? 👀

My besties tease me to death 😭 and because I get flustered easily they're like 😏

Yep.

Let's be honest here though, Q, Peem has enough dirt on you to win that argument (and he isn't afraid to use it).

I love them so much 😭🫶🏼

"krab"?!!

Seems like Phum is not the only one with an inclination to use polite pronouns with his faen hm

I'm gonna use this as meme faces. Q's for when I'm losing an argument and Peem's for when I'm winning.

Phum was shooting shots long before they became boyfriends, and now that they are, he's gonna loudly let everyone and their pets know that Peem is his.

He will be insufferable, and I am here to cheer him on. <33

Oh, Aunt Pui saw. Good news though, Auntie, they're not friends.

As I said, Phum will never hold back on PDA, and we all know Peem enjoys it no matter how much he swats at Phum like a fly. (If he didn't, he definitely would walk away and tell Phum that.)

I am saving these as reaction images. 😌👍🏼

Poor Phum 😭

I could just hear the steam coming out of his ears- oh wait, that was actually playing in the background, along with sad puppy noises. GMMTV really went all out with the sound effects 😭👍🏼

This scene got me.

Even in the trailer this made me short circuit, but the actual scene was so much more. There was so much love, from both of them.

Phum inviting himself, but still asking Peem to ask him "nicely", and Peem going all out with it (KHUN FAEN??) it's all just *chef's kiss*

Spotted: one smitten boy, and his exasperated boyfriend.

Aunt Pui really said "You have the house all to yourself, make good use of it" 😭👍🏼

Somehow, this was the scene that made me feel the most single.

Do you know how many times I've dreamed of coming home to/with someone on days I can't keep my eyes open anymore?!! I don't live alone rn, but this is about when I Grow Up™ so sh.

i'm so fond of TanFang, y'all. I love PhumPeem and they make go crazy on the daily, but TanFang is the soft edges without which the picture would be incomplete; they're like setlling back and just realxing after the high-tension shit going on with all the rest of the couples.

CHAINPUN!!!

Everytime they appear on my screen, I'm guaranteed to be smiling so wide. They deserve so much more screentime. I love them. <33

That's it for Part 2! The next post will be up soon hopefully.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a hotdog 🌭

[127luvr]

hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.

basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷

also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻

Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.

The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.

However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”

“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”

“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”

The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.

His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.

You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”

“I want that one.”

“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.

“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”

You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.

“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”

[little-cereal-draws]

Ok somebody said that Puss, Kitty, and Perrito are a road trip family so here are some headcanons:

• kitty gets really bad road rage. She'll be yelling and cursing at ppl to get out of her way and it's like a grandma w a broken leg

• perrito must put everything they come across in his mouth. And if it doesn't try to get out of his mouth... it's going down the hatch (1000 points to whoever gets that reference)

• this has led to a lot of moments where puss and kitty are like "what's in ur mouth" and he just stares at them and starts chewing faster while they try to pry his mouth open

• Puss brings his guitar and sings the whole time. After four hours, Kitty has had enough. Perrito has had enough after four days. Puss keeps singing anyway

• kitty violently smashes the guitar

• perrito gets road sick a lot. Not bc he’s prone to motion sickness but bc he keeps eating random crap and the cart jiggles it around inside of him

• Puss can’t stand the sight of throw up, it makes him sick too. Normally as long as he doesn’t look at it and sings over the barfing noises, he can tough it out but if he lets himself think abt it too much… well let’s just say the cart REAKS now

• perrito likes to stop at every. single. roadside attraction, even the ones that are obvious scams

• Puss and Kitty complain every time abt how cringey and stupid it is and make fun of it while perrito genuinely has a good time

• despite his complaining, Puss will occasionally ask Kitty to take one of those touristy photos of him where it looks like he’s kicking over a statue, holding up a bridge, etc (like what ppl do at the tower of Pisa)

• he needs everyone to know that he went to those locations and that he’s so big and strong he could kick it over (even if it’s an illusion)

• perrito likes to buy one souvenir object from every place they go to too. Key chain, magnet, pen, snow globe, doesn’t matter. He also likes those keychains w names on them and gets a different one every time

• he explains that it started as he was traveling around before he lived at Mama Luna’s and was trying to pick a name for himself. Now he’s just trying to collect all the names

• they try to explain that’s not how these are supposed to work but he doesn’t listen

• Puss discovers the souvenir shot glasses and starts collecting those under perritos guidence

• they now have a growing mountain of useless crap in the back of the wagon and kitty loves to complain abt how they’re never going to use any of it

• they know it’s secretly grown on her tho bc there have been a couple times where they’ve forgotten to buy smth and she’ll run back in and grab smth for them really quick

• if they stay in a hotel, they can all easily fit in one bed if it’s person sized. Kittys on the left, Puss is on the right, and perrito likes to sleep at the foot

• ofc every morning they all accuse each other of snoring and kicking and sleep talking and stealing the blankets but they don’t actually have a way to prove it so eventually it gets dropped. Until the next morning when they do it all again

• if they’re sleeping on the side of the road w the cart, cuddle piles are much more common. They all secretly love them but pretend it’s just for warmth. Except perrito. Perrito is very vocal about his love of cuddles

And I’ll probably add more but that’s what I have rn

[bbyquokka]

betrayal

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: angst, smut – MDNI

synopsis: chan betrayed your trust. he tries his best to show you how sorry he is, but did it worked? or was it too much for you to bear.

warnings: cheating, heartbreak, elevated feelings, smut, unprotected sex, make-up sex, heated moment, explicit language, nipple play, clit play, pussy eating, rutting, face-riding, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, some masturbation [ m ], pet names [ pup, my love, baby ], biting, mentions of insecurities, anxiety and imperfections – if i missed any, lmk!!

words: 5k

tag: @bellamuerte1987

a/n: i cried whilst writing this – especially the ending! why am i like this, lmaoo. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this mess. i am currently battling a cold rn so if it seems jumbled up, that's because it is, lmaoo.🤧

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

♡ m.list

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

Silence. The background noise of your TV became a distant sound. Dizziness and nausea slowly creeping its way to the back of your throat. Your ears ringing. You're staring at your phone screen, eyes watering from either not blinking for 5 minutes or because of what you were seeing.

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, palms sweaty. Heartbreak, anger, disgust was all you could feel. Emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Minho 😈 [22:30]: im sry, (Y/N) you have to see this…

Minho 😈 [22:31] picture attached

I'm so so sry…

Chan, your lover of only 3 months, was photographed kissing someone else. As soon as you saw it, your mouth ran dry. You wanted to scream, punch the cushions, smash things up around your apartment in fits of rage – but you couldn't.

You felt numb. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen. Occasionally zooming in with your index and pointer finger for the millionth time to make sure it is who Minho said it is.

You thought it was a joke, a big practical joke on you when Minho explained it was Chan. You and Minho don't get on at the best of times, you're both headstrong people with strong opinions, so naturally you both clash, however, Minho isn't that type of person to make something as serious as this up.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. You clenched your jaw, your throat becoming dry in an instant. No matter how many times you swallowed, your throat stayed dry. Soon enough, you ran out of saliva.

You took deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten, slowly. You blinked back hot tears, swallowing down your nausea. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet slapping softly against the wooden floor.

Grabbing a glass, you filled it up with cold water. You placed your phone screen side down at the breakfast bar, parking yourself on the high stool as you sipped your water and waiting, staring into the void.

You didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, a cheerful Chan came in through the door, unaware that his life was about to be turned upside down. Humming, he kicked his shoes off before walking inside, looking around for you. You stared at him, placing your glass down on the breakfast bar. Chan grinned when he saw you, walking to you with a bounce in his step.

"Hey baby!" Chan said cheerfully, unaware of what's to come. He smelt of sweat and alcohol, with a hint of cheap perfume. It enraged you even more.

Chan leaned in to kiss your lips but you instantly turned your head, denying his kiss as his lips connected with your cheek. Chan pulled away slowly, feeling your hostile mood. His brows furrowed, smile turning into a frown.

"Babe? You okay?" His voice laced with concern. You simply shrugged, picking up your glass and sipping your water.

"I don't know Chan. You tell me." You replied, voice monotone. Chan blinked, trying to read your emotions or body language, but to no avail.

"I don't understand." You scoffed, short puffs of hot air escaping your nostrils. You put your glass down and looked at Chan for the first time since he got home.

Chan swallowed. Your somewhat calm demeanor scaring him. His mind working overtime to figure out what he has – or hasn't – done. You took deep breaths, chest rising before you grabbed your phone. You opened it, the picture staring at you once again. Refusing to let your hot tears fall, you pressed your lips in a thin line, eyes blinking rapidly.

You flipped your phone, showing Chan the screen you had been staring at for an hour and a half. His eyes widened in horror.

"Where-"

"Minho. Minho sent it me." You replied coldly, cutting Chan off mid sentence. Chan sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair.

"That bastard" He mumbled under his breath. You raised a brow, your anger resurfacing – this time, you allowed it to take control of your body. You exploded.

"Seriously Chan?!" Chan's head shot up as you slammed your phone down on the breakfast bar. "I show you a picture of you sucking the face off some other women and your first instinct is to call your best friend a bastard?!"

"I-No!" Chan exclaimed. You stood up, standing in front of him. Your body hot with rage, words spewing from your mouth.

"Then what Chan?! Why? Why did you do it?"

"It was-" Chan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "It was a dare. Changbin dared me to, so I did." You laughed in disbelief, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you glared at Chan.

"A dare? Seriously, a fucking dare?! Y'know what it's like, Chan. To sit here day in day out, constantly thinking whether you will be home or not? Do you know how anxious I feel, knowing that you're out there, getting shitfaced?!"

"I-Im sorry, babe! it means nothing!"

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not, Chan!! You still kissed someone else!" Your vision blurry with tears. You hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line. Before he could stop himself, the words spewed from his mouth without a second thought.

"Oh come on, (Y/N) it's not like I fucked her there and then. It's not a big deal, just some stupid dare." Chan's eyes widened once he registered what he said. You stood in front of him in disbelief, shocked and speechless at what he just said.

"fuck, fuck, babe, I didn't mean it. I-"

"You're right. You didn't fuck her, well done. But why has it taken for Minho to tell me this?! Huh? Would you have told me yourself, or would you have just pretended nothing had happened and lied to me?"

You shoved Chan's chest, pushing him close to the wall with each word you spoke. This time, you allowed your tears to fall. You allowed all the pent up feelings you were suppressing to explode.

"I would have, I'm sorry!" Chan's own eyes filled with tears as he allowed you to shove him against the wall.

"Sorry for doing it or sorry you got caught?" You questioned.

"Oh, come on! Of course I'm sorry for doing it. It meant nothing to me! You're the only person I have eyes for, pup!" Your lip turned at the corner in disgust.

"It doesn't matter whether it meant something or not. You. Still. Did. It!" Tears cascading down your cheeks. Your breath labored as your throat was getting sore from shouting. A headache slowly creeping its way in.

"I know, I know whatever I say won't make a change, but believe me when I say I love you and I always will!" Chan pleaded. You laughed, kicking your head back at his words.

"Love? No you don't Chan because if you did, you wouldn't have done it! You didn't think of me at all when you kissed her. Nothing in your mind told you not to do this, to tell changbin no and that you're not going to do the dare! You still went along with it and if Minho wasn't there, you would have gotten away with it as well!"

Chan looked at the ground, feeling defeated. No matter what he said, nothing could make you change your mind about this.

"I have been, so fucking faithful to you Chan. I have put my trust into you and for what? for you to stomp on it." Your voice was shaky as you spoke, your heart breaking all over again.

Chan looked up at you, his own heart breaking at the sight of you. Eye and cheeks puffy, a red tint across your cheeks from anger, a cold sweat lay across your forehead. Your beautiful eyes glossy with tears. He loves you so much and he has royally fucked up.

"You know how I feel about stuff like this Chan." You whispered. Chan's heart dropped to his stomach, panic settling on his facial features.

"N-No! Please.." You looked at the ground, sobs shaking your figure. You wiped your eyes and cheeks. Chan placed a hand on your shoulder gently, only for you to slap it away. Chan pressed his lips together, tears falling down his face.

"Pup, please don't.. I love you so much. Please. Just let me prove to you how sorry I am!" Chan begged. Short splutters of air escaped your lips, your ability to calm down failing.

"I-I love you t-too, Chan. But you betrayed me. You h-hurt me.."

"I know, I know pup. Just please, give me another chance." Chan whispered, wrapping his arms around you. This time, you allowed it. You allowed yourself to drown in this familiar warmth – a warmth you call home. You allowed Chan to pull you close to his chest, his gentle hands wiping away your tears as his own continued to fall.

"Don't cry, my love. I hate seeing you like this."

"YOU did this!" You shot back, words bitter. Chan simply nodded, cupping your cheeks in both his hands so you were forced to look at him.

"I'm sorry, pup. Please, give me another chance, or at least, let me prove to you how much you mean to me." His voice barely a whisper.

You weakly shook your head, failing to get out of his grip. You avoided eye contact because you know just with one look into those beautiful eyes, and you're putty in his hands.

"Look at me." You whimpered, refusing "Pup, look at me."

You looked. Just as expected, you melted. Despite his puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, despite the fact a faint bruise was forming on his neck, you couldn't help yourself but be drawn into him.

Chan leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over your own. You held onto his wrists as his hands held your face, softly.

"Let me show you how much I love you, pup." His voice low. The smell of alcohol and cheap perfume hitting your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You whimpered weakly, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

"N-No." you replied weakly. Your body betrayed you as your skin felt hot beneath Chan's fingertips.

"No?" Chan questioned. "You don't want this?"

You swallowed, closing your eyes slowly. You didn't want him, but now, you do. The constant smell of the cheap perfume made you jealous. How dare she touch what belongs to you! How dare she make a mark on his delicate skin! How dare she!

A wave of new emotions washed over you. Jealousy and possessiveness. Two dangerous emotions to feel at the same time. You know you shouldn't, he did you wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to erase the stench, erase the marks and make new ones. He's yours and yours only!

Love is blind.

"I-I do.. I want you Chan." You whispered. Chan pressed his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. You responded back, mimicking his movements. The taste of alcohol and cherry lip balm made you feel nauseous all over again. Your emotions heightened. You're not thinking straight and for the first time, you didn't want to think or feel.

"C-Channie." You softly moaned. During the kiss, you made your way to the bedroom, lips staying attached to one another. Clothing stripped and discarded in random piles. Chan placed you on your back gently, caressing your curves by planting soft and delicate kisses.

Your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts – anywhere where Chan could reach, he kissed. soft compliments in the form of mumbles left his lips, hoping it would prove to you and somewhat make you feel better

But it didn't. It just hurts you even more. His statements of you being so beautiful and perfect to him stung more and more. You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill over as you watched Chan tenderly kissing your stomach and hip dips.

You let out a sob, your tears falling and landing on the sheets below you. Chan looked up, instantly bringing his face close to yours. He kissed away your tears softly, stroking your hair

"Don't cry, my love." His own voice breaking at the sight of you. He's hurt you in the worst way possible – now he has to live with the guilt.

"It'll all be okay in the end, I promise you." You nodded slowly, snuffling. "Let me help you forget."

His lips pecking yours in the most subtle but softest way possible. You whimpered as he slowly made his way down, kissing your neck and the valley between your breasts. He kissed your left breast softly, sucking your delicate skin. You hummed at the feeling, fresh bruises developing.

The tip of his tongue circling around your nipple making you whimper. He pressed his tongue flat against your sensitive bud, licking and flicking. You moaned softly, eyes closing at the feeling. You pressed your thighs together, squeezing them.

With his free hand, Chan cupped your right breast, massaging it softly in his big hands. His fingers occasionally brushing against your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Fuck, You're so beautiful, (Y/N)" Chan mummered against your nipple. You swallowed softly, humming as a response before closing your eyes.

Pulling away from your breast, Chan shuffled further down, opening your legs gently to reveal your wet core. Chan licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixated on your cunt. He swallowed, watching it clench and throb.

"Fuckkk" He groaned. Using two of his fingers, he parted your lips giving himself a better view of your entrance. His head dipped low. His tongue darting out and making contact with your clit. Your body jolted at the sudden contact, soft groans leaving your lips. His tongue skillfully draws small circles around your clit before giving it short and quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.

You opened your legs wider as Chan slowly licked your entrance, tongue darting in and out, collecting your essence on his tongue. He hummed at the taste, licking a long wet strip from entrance to clit and back down again.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, soft moans leaving your lips as you closed your eyes. Chan gripped your thighs gently, squeezing your soft flesh as he licked inside, out and around your cunt. You felt your pussy pulsating, pleasure running through your veins as you allowed yourself to get lost in it.

You tugged Chan's hair softly, moaning his name. Your hips bucked and rutted against his face. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit, sending shivers to run down your spine. Chans tongue continued to do work inside your entrance, collecting every spillage and every drop of your essence.

You pressed Chan's face against your pussy, grinding and rutting against it desperately, using it for your own sake. Chan hummed, allowing you to do as you please.

"Good, so good." You whimpered, soft pants leaving your lips. Your essence coating Chan's lips and chin, his own hips rutting against the bedsheets, desperate for some sort of friction. Saliva and slick coated your cunt making it glisten in the faint light

Chan slowly loses himself in your scent and taste, slowly feeling feral. His hips rutting against the sheets desperately. Your toes curled as you tugged Chan's hair roughly at his scalp, a grunt leaving his lips.

The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly forming. Your hips moving at a pace, desperately chasing your high. The warmth and wetness of Chan's tongue and saliva mixed in with your slick, his owns hums mixing in with your desperate moans

"C-Chan.." A simple hum vibrated against your cunt sending shivers down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping Chan's hair even tighter as your toes curled.

Your body shook as your orgasm hit you. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as Chan collects every drop of essence onto his tongue. Your pussy convulsing against Chan's face, his nose rubbing your sensitive clit as your rutting slowed down. Chan gave your clit a flick, making you jolt at the sensitivity.

Chan pulled away, kneeling up and between your legs. His cheeks flush as slick coated his chin and lips. You whimpered softly at the sight, body feeling hot and sweaty as your heart was racing against your ribcage

"You taste so good, pup. Did it feel good riding on my face?" Chan smirked as you nodded slowly

"It felt so good channie." Chan hummed softly, stroking his hard cock, the pad of his thumb occasionally pressing against his leaking tip as he would rub slow circles on it. You watched Chan get himself off, his head kicked back as he'd groan and moan your name softly.

Your eyes traveled along his sweat coated body. His abs tensing at the pleasure his own hand was providing. His eyes closed shut as his mouth hung open slightly. His biceps visible contacting, his veins protruding along his hand and arms.

The sight was enough to make you cum again

Until your eyes landed on that stupid bruise that lay proudly on his neck. you clenched your jaw as you stared at it. Everything you felt previous, came flooding back.You wanted to claw at the bitch who dared lay her fingers on your man – on your property. You didn't even know her, yet you hated her

Chan opened his eyes slowly. He looked at you, tilting his head to the side

"You okay, pup?" Your face softened. You smiled softly at Chan, pushing your anger to the side not wanting to ruin the moment

"Everything is good, Channie. You just looked so handsome and delicious." You mewled. Chan laughed softly, leaning over you as he placed his hands firmly beside your head.

"Is that so?" you hummed and nodded.

"Absolutely, Channie. You always look so handsome"

"Stop. It should be me who should be complimenting you." Chan hummed, kissing your lips softly. You hummed into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck gently to keep him close.

Chan reached between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock. He tapped it a few times against your cunt, a whimper leaving your lips

"Are you okay with this, pup?"

"Of course I am, chan. Make love to me, please." Chan smiled against your lips, slowly inserting his cock into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling of being stretched out, a slight burn running all over your body.

Chan pushed himself inside until he was half way, waiting for you to get used to his size. You whimpered softly, holding onto Chan's shoulders.

"Big, you're so big Chan. I feel so full already." You whined. Chan shivered at your words, his ego inflating slightly

"Don't. I won't be able to hold back if you carry on, pup."

"But it's true. You feel so good inside me, Channie." You mewled, hand coming to his cheek and stroking it softly.

"P-Please, don't." Chan whimpered, leaning into your hand as he kissed the palm of it.

"Don't what? Tell you how full I feel? How stretched out I am because of your thick cock." Chan hung his head low, teeth biting his lower lip as he struggled between wanting to destroy your insides to wanting to delicately take care of you.

You leaned up, lips ghosting the shell of his ear as you licked it slowly before whispering

"Why don't you fuck me like you mean it, Sir."

Chan grunted, his hands gripping your hips harshly. Your head fell back onto the sheets as you smirked. Chan's eyes full of lust and need.

"You fucking tease." Chan growled, pulling his hips back before snapping them against your own, his cock hitting deep inside you. Your body jolted, a loud moan escaping your lips as you smirked.

"What can I say Chan. I like it when you go feral. It's delicious." Chan's response was to pull his hips back once more and pause, his tip remaining inside of you

"Oh really? I always knew you had such a filthy mouth and it never surprises me when you talk dirty." He pushed his length inside you so he was now balls deep

Fast and powerful thrusts shook your body. His cock rubbing your velvety walls as his tip hit deep inside you. The bed shook and hit against the wall from how powerful Chan's hips were snapping against your own

The sounds of your cunt squelching mixed in with your moans and Chan's desperate grunts. Chan knelt up, taking your legs in his hands for leverage. His hips constantly slapping against your own, balls hitting your ass.

He repositioned himself to hit your sweet spot and once he did, he smirked feeling proud of himself once your loud and sweet moan hit his ears, sending shivers down his spine and his cock to twitch inside you.

You withered and clinged onto the bed sheets until your knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat ran down your temples as incoherent words and moans left your lips. Chan's gaze fell down on the area in which connected the both of you, his cock coating in your slick each time he pulled out and pushed in.

"Fuckkk" Sweat coated Chan's body, his thrusts becoming greedy and desperate. He pushed his sweaty hair back with a free hand before looking down at you. He smirked, placing his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his cock bulging against his hand.

"I'm so deep inside you, pup. Holy fuck." You hummed, nodding your head as your ability to speak was no more.

You felt good – so good that you forgot. Forgot why you were angry, why you were hurting. You allowed yourself to be taken in by Chan, soaking in all of his warmth and pleasure he provided. Chan is your safe place, your home and for one second, you just wanted to pretend everything was okay

Even though it will never be the same again.

Chan's hips faltered, your cunt clenching around Chan's cock. His movements becoming sloppy, his abs and thighs tensing and burning.

"Chan, I'm-"

"Me too, pup." You whimper, reaching up to grab Chan. You pulled him down so he was leant over you. His hot skin radiating onto you from how close you both are, pants mixing together. You both closed your eyes, lips meeting together in a sloppy and lazy kiss.

You groaned, gripping onto Chan's shoulders tightly as your orgasm hit. Your nails digging into his skin as you pulled away from his lips. Your eyes came into contact with the mark, your feral instincts taking over.

As your cunt was pulsating and throbbing around Chan, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his neck, over the mark. A loud groan rang down your ears as you bit and sucked the skin, desperate to override the previous mark.

You whimpered against his skin, becoming more and more desperate to erase any marks on his body. Chan groaned at the pain, his eyes squeezing shut.

"B-baby, it hurts." Your eyes widened, pulling away slowly. You swallowed, teeth marks and a newly formed bruise that was deep purple formed on his skin

"Sorry.." You whispered, head falling back onto the pillows. Chan shook his head indicating it was okay, his hips still thrusting deep inside you

After a couple more thrusts, Chan groaned as his hips stopped. His cock twitched deep inside you, filling you up with his seed. You hummed at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him as it encouraged him to milk himself inside you. Chan thrusted shallowly to ride out his high and once he was calm, he pulled his now flaccid cock out of you and collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

"I love you so much, pup." Chan said as his eyes slowly closed. His head rested against your chest so he could hear your erratic heartbeat. You stroked his sweaty hair slowly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you stared into the void.

"I love you too."

The next morning, Chan awoke to a cold and empty bed. He stretched, groaning at the feeling as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the harsh morning light, reaching over to your side – only for his hand to come into contact with the cold sheets

His head spun to the side, eyes widening in horror. He sprung out of bed, throwing the sheets off him. Nausea and anxiety hitting him like a truck, not wanting his biggest fear to come true. He opened the wardrobe, the drawers, checked the cabinets and bathroom.

Gone. Everything you owned was gone. Chan took shaky deep breaths as he exited from the bathroom. A shaky hand running through his hair as he paced the bedroom.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This cannot be happening! I'm such an idiot. What have I done?!"

He sat on the bed, head in hands as tears fell down his cheeks, reality hitting him hard. He looked up to find a letter addressed to him leaning against a photo frame that held a dorky selfie of you both.

Chan grabbed the letter, opening it with shaky hands. Broken sobs and tears landed on the paper, the ink bleeding as he read it. Realization hitting him over and over again as he read the letter, more than once

You were gone and Chan only has himself to blame.

"Chan,

My sweet, darling chan. I love you, more than you will ever know which is why I have to do this.

You have taught me many things in the space of three months. I have never loved myself. I've always been hard on myself, forever comparing myself to other people and wondering why I am not like them. I hated my imperfections and my insecurities got the better of me at times. I was so use to faking it and hiding behind a mask, that it became second nature to me

Finding someone to love me for who I am, was hard. I've had many broken and failed relationships and before I met you, I essentially gave up. I accepted that this is who I forever will be

Broken.

Until you came along. When I saw you in the bar, looking so gorgeous, I went home that night and thanked God. When you approached me, I was so nervous and sweating because I didn't want you to see the real me because, like many others, it'd scare you away.

But you were quick to catch on. You knew I was being fake and even though you were smart, you never pressed me about it which I am thankful for. You allowed me to slowly come out off my shell, at my own pace. Yes, I was scared to show you the true me, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realise that, you love me for me

You didn't care about my imperfections, you adored them! You soothed me of my worries and insecurities. You taught me how to love myself again, how to accept and love my imperfections because nobody is perfect!

Because you loved my imperfections, I slowly started to love them too. You saw them as perfect and a part of who I am, so why shouldn't I? It did take some time, however, my mind was in a constant battle with itself over what is right and what is wrong.

But seeing you, so loved up for someone as broke as me, made me feel whole again. Made me feel like a person. You made me feel like I have meaning on this shitty planet. You taught me many things Chan, but the one thing I will forever be grateful of, is the fact that you taught me how to love myself again.

However, waking up next to you this morning and knowing what happened, sent my mind into overdrive. My insecurities came flooding back.

Stupid questions of 'How long did the kiss last?' 'Was it just a peck or a full blown make out session?' And then I saw the mark last night. She marked you Chan. She marked what belonged to me. I went feral with rage. I HAD to override the mark, reclaim what is mine! In that moment, I didn't recognise who I was and it scared me. I was so consumed with blaming her that it never occurred to me that you're just as much to blame for this as she is.

For all I know, she probably doesn't even know about me. You probably thought it was a bit of harmless fun so you went along with it, not expecting this outcome. This is the consequences for your actions Chan.

it's not fair on us, to have this hanging over our heads so, I decided to take a break. I need to get my head in the right place again. I'm staying at my mother's for a while, in case you were wondering.

One look at you and it all comes flooding back to me. It's not fair on either of us. I don't want to constantly hold this against you whilst we try and heal.

I can forgive you Chan, but I cannot forget, not at this moment of time anyways. Please don't hold this against you, my love. it's not your fault. They say things happen for a reason, so maybe this is a good thing for us. Maybe we will come back better and stronger as one.

Please take this time apart to heal. I want the best for you Channie because I will forever love you, no matter what happens. I want to see you thrive and become a better person, to learn from this.

I love you more than you will ever know, my love. You are my heart and soul. You have left tiny footprints on my heart. I simply cannot remove you from my life – I refuse to!!

– forever yours, pup. x"

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Bike Confessions

This is just a teaser! It’s not completed

Ship « Eli Moskowitz / Demetri Alexopoulos

Fluff , mutual pinning

Loud noise was the only thing audible to Hawks house. He sat on his bed, trying to fixate on anything but the noise that just contained to grow. He was never a big fan to loud noise. It only caused him to stress out more than help his nerves. He watched outside as construction continues. Some dipshit had caved a giant hole on the street. Hawk could only take a deep breath, he laid himself on his bed pulling his phone out. There was no use trying to make company with his mom, It would only result in a conversation where eli would feel put down. There relationship was never quite right. He didn’t hate her, but conversations would lead to him feeling hopeless at the end. It never helped his self esteem, especially pre-hawk.

Hawk checked his notifications. Seeing if something could take his mind off the noise. Something interesting enough for time to pass by. Faster than how it had been.

One new message from Demetri

Hawks eyes would perk up, sitting down on his bed. A slight smile taking place on his lips. He opened the message. Though they were best friends that didn’t mean there wasn’t any tension from, the incident. No matter how many times hawk was able to apologize for it and how many times he was forgiven there would always be guilt that would linger with him. It caused a fear on how he would touch demetri. How his hands would be placed on his body. It always caused him to overthink it. He didn’t want to hurt him, not ever again. But there was something else to how there friendship was constructed. There would be moments where hawk would be attracted to him in, a different way. Way it was hard to explain, there was more to it then it could be explained.

Hawk quickly opened the message, the profile demetri set for himself on hawks phone. No matter how long time would past. He never bothered to change it. Even during rivially dojos. It felt like something important to him. His eyes crossed over the message.

Eli How are you?

Im alr ig

A lot of loud noise rn

Oh man that sucks, why??

Construction

It’s so annoying dude

Oh yeah I’m sorry, I know how that bothers you.

Demetri was the only one aware of hawks issues with too much noise. He didn’t mind it at parties, but being alone with nothing but noise always bothered him. It always brought him an unsettling feeling. He didn’t know why, but it always causes him to feel irritated. But the thought that Demetri always cared always brought a warm feeling in his stomach, the word would be considered butterflies. But it’s hard to say, in a platonic way was all Hawk thought of that feeling. It’s not like they were anything more. That was stated when they both had girlfriends.

Hawk pushed the feeling aside, seeing it as he’s just genuinely appreciative of how Demetris always puts up with him. It was sweet when there were times he didn’t bother to even care for himself. Hawks mind trailed off before he received another notification from demetri.

Hey, you’re not busy right?

Hawk looked, an eyebrow lifting curiously on what he tried to intend. They haven’t hanged out a lot recently. One on one, Hawk couldn’t tell if it was his own problems that made him look busy. Or if demetri wasn’t genuinely interested in spending time with him like how they use to. He couldn’t expect them to get back straight to how there relationship once was. There would always be issues from time to time. But hawk wanted to get them through with demetri.

No Im not

Why?

Do you wanna go on a bike ride? Yk like how we use too. If that’s not to nerdy for you

A higher smile was again plastered on hawks face. He always loved hanging out with him. Especially one on one. It always made him excited, he loved where it was just conversations him and demetri. Time where it was just him and demetri. He loved being with his best friend, he always had a way for him to feel wanted. Actually cared for. No offense going to Miguel, but demetri was always there for him. Longer than he was. He was his soulmate, wether hawk though of it as romantic or not. He knew demetri is someone he didn’t ever want to loose, not again at least. He grasped the phone tighter, typing his response quickly.

Yeah ofc

Though going on motorcycles would be cooler but this could due

Yeah yeah whatever tough guy. Uhh meet me at my house?!

Yeah I will

And with that Hawk quickly got up and paced himself to his closet. He put on black basketball shorts and a red hoodie, soft white fabric with the design of a Spider-Man symbol. He looked himself in the mirror, the clothes didn’t compliment his figure but he looked like Eli. That was good enough. He grasped his phone, placing it in his back pocket. He made his way to his door, taking a deep breath before opening the handle and making his way out of there. He watched the living room, glaring till he saw his mother. She had been washing dishes before turning her head to see Eli. She let out a soft smile, watching how he looked.

“I haven’t seen you with that hoodie in forever”

Her voice was soft, she always spoke that tone with Eli. But it made him feel babyed, like he was being cradled too much. Moments where it made him feel uncomfortable. He still loved his mom, but she always manage to leave him feeling hopeless. It made him think on how other parents treat their kids. If they also baby them because of their condition.

“Yeah, well I'm going out with demetri. I’ll be home in like 20 minutes. Im taking my bike if you don’t mind”

Hawk took his hand out his pocket, running his hand through his buzzed hair. The haircut didn’t really compliment how he looked. Though he loved the way it was easy to manage, he loved his mohawk. It made him feel proud, It felt like it was something that was associated with him. When it was shaved it felt as if he lost something about himself. Though Demetris comforting made him feel better about the situation. He'd rather have it. It was something that could make people stare at something other than his lip.

“Ok dear, its in the garage”

Her voice coo’d from the distance as she turned back to continue the dishes she was working on. Hawk’s hand slipped out of his hair as he strode his way to the garage. His hands lingered to the dark kept room. Trying to find the switch. His hands finally felt the cold switch under his touch. His hands switched it on as his eyes adjusted to the lights. The light opening the garage door. A cold breeze gasping through, The room was lit by a dim light that somehow gave in to the feeling of the room. Hawk’s eyes glanced around, it was oddly cozy. It was filled with boxes of boxes of unused stuff. His eyes drifted to one box on the top of the stance. He never knew what was in the box, or why his mother would disobey to look there. But it never caught on more as a drifted thought. He moved around a bit till he spotted a somewhat rusty red looking bike. He admired it as he placed his hands on the handlebars. The cold grasp was felt under his lengthy fingers. He watched the bike, a plain red color, the handlebars turning a shade of black to a gray.

It was a while since he had used one. The only thing he can somewhat correlate is his motorcycle. But those are two different things. Two different meanings to what Hawk took them for. His feet finally touched the pedal. His hands still lingering on the cold touch. He shifted it to hold the point he truly wanted. His hands feeling the cold metal coo at the warmth of his hands, he slowly moved the bicycle closer to the opening of the garage. Him pressing the button that opened it up, before feeling the wind blow once more on him. The feeling is warm but breezy. As his eyes wandered off the construction once more. Snickering in their direction because of the noise. His hands firm back on his bicycle before moving in the direction of Demetris house, peddling away.

He couldn’t help but long in the moment. Feeling the wind blow on his face as he paced his way through. Feeling the wind take hold of his lungs as he couldn’t help but feel the wind cradle his body. With the warmth of the afternoon sun on his skin. The feeling of warm kisses on him from the sun. he longed them to be his lover. Someone who cared for him so long, someone who’s seen him at his worse yet best. Someone who’s held the smaller boy in their arms as he weeped from feeling self conscious. Someone who’d wipe the tears away from his eyes as they waited for Eli to continue speaking when he was choked up on his words. He couldn’t help but be taken back of the memory, the only thing running through his mind of how demetri was the lover he longed for. The one that was by his side through all of it. He couldn’t help but shiver under the thought, his face going a shade of pink back to the pale he wore on his skin.

fuck.

Was all he thought to himself before trying to push the thought away. They’ve both been in relationships, sure he wasn’t with moon any more, neither demetri with yaz when the words he spoke about her finding a Aussie boy while she was away became true. Though there sure was nothing more than platonic love being shown from the other. Strictly only in carrying memory to make his best friend feel well. Nothing more than that. He couldn’t help but wince as he noticed how tightly he was holding on to his bike. His nails engraving into the soft padding on the handles. As his hand let go of the pressure as he slowly made his way reaching demetris house. Waiting to see the lanky boy anywhere, yet he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He was still a few feet away from his house, yet his hands quickly fidgeted to grab his phone and check if there was anything else. No new message other than the time. He hadn’t been to Demetris house in so long. Only remembering going to Demetris the day before he joined cobra Kai. But he hasn’t been over since, especially knowing his mom wasn’t as fond of him anymore when he had broken his arm. He thought maybe of his others options of not following through. But that would be a pussy move, he’d have to face Demetri’s mom sooner or later. Especially if he wanted more than a friendship with demetri.

shit shit

He murmured to himself before letting go of the idea of him and Demetri more than friends. He grasped the handle bars tighter once more as he made his way closer to his house, pulling up in the front of the driveway as he skimmed over it. It had been the same as always. The warm colors of white and blue and a bright red door. He couldn’t help but smile when thinking back that one time him and demetri got in trouble for coloring on the outside of his house. The once white wall covered in scribbles of little doodles him and dem did. Once specifically that Eli drew, a little robot that he named after demetri. Demetri so in awe couldn’t help but jump and surprise Eli to a hug, picking up the smaller boy slightly as he spinned him. A small blush taking hawks face when he got close to the door and saw how everything else had faded away, besides the small robot he had drawn. Before he could knock his thoughts were stashed away when hawk heard the front door open up quickly. Seeing his taller friend stand before him. He couldn’t help but feel choked up on his words as he had wet hair, he wore black shorts and a dark red flannel he was in the middle of buttoning up. Wearing nothing under it. Hawk couldn’t help the burning feeling on his cheeks as he looked down to their feet. His voice feeling not much audible before his words spoke against him.

“Holy shit”

Fuck.

Hawk couldn’t help but curse at himself as he stared at anywhere but Demetris gaze as he felt his eyes bring them down over him. Raising an eyebrow before letting out a chuckle before speaking.

“Sorry Eli, I needed a quick shower.”

He said as he continued buttoning up the rest of his shirt. Fixing the collar as he tried to comb the hair away from his face with his hands. Hawk letting out a slight cough, clearing his throat before pointing to Demetris feet.

“Yeah I can tell, shoes dude.”

Hawk spoke in response, finally meeting his gaze.

“Right”

Demetri said before moving back into his room and grabbing the nearest he could find. Hawk couldn’t help but observe the rest of his house, nothing much has changed. Expect the pictures that were framed. What was once a picture of Demetri and Eli winning the science fair was replaced of a family portrait. Hawk couldn’t help but wince at the idea of Demetris mom getting rid of it after she picked up Demetri from the hospital. He couldn’t help but feel out of place and awkward at the feeling of not being wanted. Though his thoughts were distrusted when Demetri spoke up.

“I moved it to my room”

“Hm?”

Eli hummed in response.

“The picture. After the whole hawk thing I didn’t know if you wanted a reminder of yk, pre hawk.”

“Oh”

Were all the words hawk could respond with, wanting to say more but feeling his voice trial off. Though it didn’t linger long before Demetri grabbed a hold of his hand, guiding the boy out of the house before shutting the door. Hawk couldn’t help but smile of the feeling of the other's hands holding his. Demetri had a habit of holding Eli’s hands when tension would build. Though the others clammy hands would cause Eli to laugh as he wiped his hands on his shirt. He hadn’t done this in a while. It felt nice. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed when the other let go of his hands. Now standing on his side as they walked on his driveway for demetri to grab his bike. As he began picking it up Hawk finally spoke up.

“Do you have anywhere in mind?”

“Uh I was thinking the gas station first, then we can just go wherever.”

Hawk felt his gaze on him once more before just nodding at his response. Waiting as the other brought his bike up. Demetris bike was a Navy blue, his not nearly as rusty as hawks. But Hawk did switch to the motorcycle quickly following joined cobra Kai. The constant reminder only caused him to run his hand through his hair. Feeling the small hairs softly on his hand. He couldn’t help a sigh that came out of his mouth as he placed his hand down. Looking back up at the taller boy who had been eyeing him since his hands run through his hair.

“Buzzcut fits you”

“What”

Hawk couldn’t help but quickly blurt out as the other spoke with such ease. He couldn’t help the burning returning back to his cheeks. Trying to calm his nerves he fisted up his fist, poking the palm of his hand to try and shake of the feeling he felt. He was a guy, he shouldn’t feel like this. At least hawk shouldn’t. Eli was… different.

“It looks good on you, of course I miss the macho Mohawk but it fits you”

Both chuckled when Demetri finished his words, he couldn’t help but smile at Demetri. Demetris eyes glancing over his body. Something brought a flavor of sweetness to the moment. The moment ruined when hawk couldn’t help but clear his throat. Waking him up from the state of awe Demetri had just been in while looking at hawk.

“I’ll experiment with it when it grows back. Who knows maybe I’ll keep it down.”

He couldn’t help but tease, nudging Demetri. Thought his words came off as strong, Demetri couldn’t help but wish they were true. Truly the Mohawk did give a different feeling to Eli, but he always adored the way his hair would part to the side. When he’d try different style resulting on his hair to fall to the side of his face. Though Hawk himself knew those were just in the moment. The Mohawk helped him, he stood out but he made himself stand out. Something that everyone pointed out besides his lip. He enjoyed the feeling of everyone’s eyes focusing on something else other than what really made him feel insecure.

Hawk shifted in his feet before they both finally made there way down the drive way making there way next to each other. The contrast from blue and red brought a smile to each others lips as they looked at one another. Finally both easing on to there bikes.

“Just like old times isn’t it Eli”

He couldn’t help but speak out, a hint of tenderness yet longing in his voice. Like he wanted to truly believe everything was back to normal and there wasn’t any current karate rivalry going on. Hawk couldn’t help but smile at his words. Though feeling like he was back home. Like he was Eli once more walking with demetri so they could spend the whole night binging movies before crashing out in one another’s arms. He felt his stomach turn with nerves, with what could only be described as of butterflies. He couldn’t help but meet his gaze with a soft smile.

“Yeah Dem”

Eli said softly, When the words left his mouth Demetri couldn’t help but be taken a bit back. He hadn’t called him that which what felt like years. His face feeling as it turned to a soft pink color. He couldn’t help when the corners of his mouth pointed up so fast to a sheepish grin. Though before he could say anything, Hawk quickly sped off.

“Race you there!”

He couldn’t help but yell back as he took off. Leaving demetri behind. He couldn’t help but take a minute before racing behind him to catch up.

“Hey that wasn’t fair!”

He shouted out, chuckling a bit while catching up with him but barley. Hawk taking it as a challenge as he continued to speed up. Turning back and sticking his tongue out at Demetri. Making his way swiftly through the neighborhood. Feeling the sun still kiss warmth on him as he let himself merge back into the comforting feeling, though still keeping his pace. Demetri couldn’t help but grumble small complaints of the unfairness but still keeping the same cheeky smile plastered on his lips. Hawk couldn’t help but stare back at him. Seeing how the wind blowed on his hair, the way the lose flannel blew on his chest. He couldn’t help his mind from racing from several thoughts. Slowing down just the slightest to see him as he was. Though his mind was taken back when Demetri quickly raced past him. Taking it as a opening before waving a slight bye to Hawk.

“Sorry Eli!”

He yelled back, chuckling a bit to himself. Hawk couldn’t help but be watch him go. Before regaining his composure and speeding closer to him. Trying to catch up to his pace.

“That wasn’t fair”

He yelled but couldn’t help the snort following his lips after. Demetri could always make him laugh, even if it was in stupid ways that got them in trouble. Demetri looked back and couldn’t help but keep the soft smile. Hurrying himself to not let hawk take the lead again.

“Sorry buddy you’ll have to try harder than that”

He yelled as Demetri sped up once more. Though the moment was ruined when the sound of one of the neighbors emerged.

“Shut up you two!”

His voice yelled at the two in there bikes. Demetri quickly making a stop and watched as Hawk stopped behind him. He couldn’t help but let out a anxious chuckle as Hawk just stared him down.

“Sorry, we’ll keep qui-“

“Oh fuck you!”

Hawk couldn’t help but yell back at the guy, seeing the anger emerge behind the guys eyes as he yelled small curses at the two.

“Eli!!”

Demetri quickly snapped back at him, trying to ease the tension but he couldn’t help the laugh that was in his throat. Cleaning his throat to keep his face serious, though a smile stayed on his mouth.

“Who are you talking to kid?”

The neighbor couldn’t help but yell back, his voice trying to grow deeper to make himself sound more intimidating. Though Hawk couldn’t help the scowl that was on his lips as he chuckled at the guy.

“Sorry!! Let’s go Eli.”

He couldn’t help but tug on Hawk’s Hoodie to get them to go. Reluctantly he couldn’t help but follow Demetris way as they walked slowly away from the guy. Though he couldn’t help himself when the guy got out into his lawn to seem more intimidating. The laugh that emerged from hawk was loud and sincere. He couldn’t help himself from snickering at the other. That only pissed off the guy more as he continued yelling empty threats.

He couldn’t help himself when he finally went on his bike and flipped the guy off before racing his way off.

“Sorry dem, you gotta try harder!”

He yelled out as he followed ahead of him. Demetri couldn’t help the chuckle that emerged from his lips once more as he tried to follow behind him. Trying to tune out the feeling of the neighbors staring them down but enjoying the moment as they made their way down the neighborhood. They continued their pace, Demetri coming close to Hawk. Hawk looking back at him as he smiled towards him. Demetri couldn’t help but giving him a small teasing wink. The small notion made Hawk feel the butterflies explode once more in his stomach. Slowing down just the slightest to raise an eyebrow in his direction. Though it was too late till he realized what he was doing when he sped quickly past Demetri. Being the first one to reach the gas station. Hawk couldn’t help but yelp in defeat when he finally made his way next to Demetri in the parking lot.

“That’s not fair you cheated!”

Hawk spoke in protest, crossing his arms to seem more intimidating. Though it only came off as a pout. Demetri couldn’t help the way his smile grew bigger as he giggled at his complaint.

“Hey it’s not my fault you got distracted”

“You…You confused me. That had to count as cheating”

Hawk couldn’t help the pink color on his cheeks at the thought of how he used that for him to slow down. He couldn’t help but dig his hands into his palm. Trying to ease the rushing feeling in his stomach. Demetri saw him tense up a bit and looked up, raising a eyebrow in his direction before making his way closer to him taking his hands to hold Hawk’s for him not to dig his nails in his palm. Eli would always do that when they were younger, Demetri quickly picking up on the tick he would do when he’d try and calm his nerves. Hawk let out a soft breath easing himself. Looking up at Demetri before giving him another smile. Trying to lighten the mood. But before he could speak up Demetri let go of one of his hands and brought it to his face. Cupping it gently before pinching it softly.

“Well don’t get confused next time”

He spoke softly but Hawk couldn’t help the butterflies that rang so clearly in his stomach. Feeling Demetris hot breath just inches away from him. Feeling him grow closer, yet not knowing what his intent was. Eli wanted to lean in and feel his soft lips. To feel the passion. But before he could continue with his thoughts Demetri let go. Giving a small smile as he saw the pink on his cheeks before taking his hand and making their way into the store.

“Come on they might be out of all the good slushies”

[fatuismooches]

I see the fic but I promise I'll read that later!!! I'm like SOOO tired rn but I wanna dump something short bc it's been BOTHERING me so much

Whenever an artist draws a small scar on his lips, I always think how... I'd like how rough that feels against my lips, yk? Like, jagged against yours... And I think it'd feel good, especially how he kisses you contrasts the texture of his lips... So soft and gentle, careful and thoughtful, like he's making sure you're enjoying it as much as he does!!! And I've been thinking about him kissing you in the smallest of gestures... Like kissing the pulse on your wrist, his reminder that your heart beats only for him 💕 kissing you on the forehead, because you have a wonderful brain he's glad to be part with its growth,, kissing your finger tips, because of your most loving times where you cradle his face as if he's not a damn beast about to maul your face off,, kissing kissing kissing ughhgjfgdgsfje softtore the bane of my existence :((( I love him so much... I wanna pamper him,,, but I want him to pamper me too!! Sobsobs,,

I think he'd absolutely melt inside when u return them tho!! Like if you went up to ur tippy toes to give him a small peck on the corners of his lips, right on his scar, he'd immediately break into a smile no matter how serious he's being that time... Bc, well, as much as he don't find his scars appealing. You at least love them for him 😭😭💕

That's all... Back to class ughhhh..,

OH MYYYY LITERALLY YES TO EVERYTHING HERE!! I adore all Dottore art but when they draw him with scars!! 🥺🥺 And on his lips too... aww you would totally kiss only the scarred part of his lip too, rather than the full one, just to show how much you love it ❤️ I feel like, once Dottore finds out how much you love the contrast, he'd be pretty interested in why you feel that way. Because don't most people prefer smooth and soft lips? Not rough ones? But you don't seem to mind. In fact, you love it. He wants to study that (how you ask? by repeating the process [of kissing] over and over again until you can provide him with an answer that satisfies him.) UMMM KAIIII HOW ARE YOU DROPPING THIS FLUFFY MASTERPIECE ON ME RN!!

I feel like some of those times you mentioned, he didn't even mean to be romantic. Like, he just kissed you like that to make a point, rather than romance, but you!! Thought it was so romantic!! But eventually, you put two and two together and you're like, oh. That's why he kisses you there. And then you fall in love with him all over again because his kisses are the things he can never verbalize, but that's okay. You understand Zandik.

Omg and i totally love the idea of him making sure you love it just as much as him! Because he so wants you to enjoy it, because then he gets to see all those cute expressions and noises you make. If you're not enjoying it, then what's the point? Because i imagine he derives a lot of pleasure and satisfaction from seeing how he makes you feel, since only he can make you feel that way, no one else :)

It's okay!! You both can pamper each other!! There's enough to go around 😌💗 UGHH STOPPP him being all huffy and angry because of some idiot but kissing his scar in an attempt to calm him down... like, he knows exactly what you're doing, he's not dumb but!! He can't help it. And he doesn't know how to feel about the fact you have so much power over him. But he's not gonna do anything about that, you'll always get your way 😭

AND DON'T WORRY POOKIE! TAKE YOUR TIME AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! whenever you read the fic, i hope you enjoy it 💗 until then make sure to rest a lot for yourself, otherwise i'll find you and make you do that 😡💗

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 268. brb x oc

a/n: my connection is extremely bad rn so I hope I cna post this without issues!!!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

He hasn’t stopped smiling ever since they walked out of the shower, fresh and clean, with his eyes following her like a cat. Beatrice stops rubbing lotion down her arms to offer him a shy smile, “...you liked it?”

He nods, biting his lower lip and grabbing her by the hips, bringing her close so she’d land on his lap. A pose not so different from a few minutes ago, ‘I loved it.” he murmurs, propping his chin on her chest and smiling happily at her, “I loved it,gorgeous…but what brought this up?”

Beatrice just shrugs, playing with the ends of his hair - she loved how it’d get a bit curlier because of the water only to go back to it’s normal wavy texture once it dried up- with her other arm hugging his neck, “I guess I just needed you like that.” his full body shudder made her smile more,

But she sighs softly, ‘I guess I was just…I dunno,I don’t want to say bothered–well no I was bothered but.” he adjusts her on his lap, running his hands up and down her thighs, “But it’s like, that woman is so,so, infuriating.”

“Mhm.”

“And she thinks I owe her something.” she huffs, “She probably just went to the bar to annoy me, it has to be, and she ordered wine, Roos. Wine!”

“...there’s wine at the Hard Deck?” his wife gives him a ‘that’s what I’m saying’ look, with both hands moving before she drops her head on his shoulder, “Gorgeous it’s okay,I don’t mind it.” he whispers,kissing her temple and then running his fingers through her hair, making sure the brown tresses don’t tangle on his digits, “I doubt Miranda will show up again.”

Beatrice let out a long sigh, her head still resting on Rooster's shoulder. "I just don't understand why she acts that way, Roos. Or Mark for that matter…I mean, are we really that…I don’t know…???"

Rooster continued to run his fingers through her hair, humming in reply. "Believe me gorgeous,I don’t fuckin’ know either.” she makes a little disappointed noise and Rooster kisses her forehead, “Listen,there’ll be a time they’ll notice that…acting how they are right now, won’t help. At all. And they’ll stop.”

Beatrice looked up at her husband, her eyes meeting his as her brows furrow  "You really think so?"

“They can’t keep with that forever,gorgeous.” he shrugs, “Don’t they have a life to live?”

Beatrice let out a soft, appreciative sigh and leaned into Rooster's embrace. "I guess so…Thank you,Roos."

He smiled down at her, his warm gaze meeting her scalp and his lips touching her hair. "Anytime, Bea. I’m here for you,gorgeous"

“I love you."

Rooster's response was a smirk, followed by his hands cupping her ass cheeks and bringing her up to his crotch, the movement enough to make her moan quietly and hold onto his shoulders as she tried to hold her hips from moving.

“Now,” he begins, following the line of her underwear with his fingers, almost disappointed she was covered again, “I need to say…whenever you feel like doing this again, whenever you want…I’m all for it.” his pupils blow wide and she blushes with embarrassment. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” she says, “Thank you for…letting me try.”

“Are you kidding? I’m always up for trying new things.” he smiles, still caressing the crease of her leg and up to her waist, “Especially with you.”

Her eyes shine over his response and she just hugs his neck tighter, inhaling his cologne that always seemed to stick to his skin even after he showered. She just lets him hug her close, her body was…tired a lot. Not only because of what happened, but she was now allowing the exhaustion - especially the mental one- to take over her.

She grows soft on his grasp, using his chest as a pillow, closing her eyes as his fingers keep caressing her head, “...gorgeous?” he calls, glancing down to see her eyelids move so she can meet his gaze, “You good?”

Beatrice's eyelids felt heavy as she met Rooster's gaze, her exhaustion evident in her eyes. She nuzzled closer to him, her head still resting on his chest, her cheek against his warm skin. 

Rooster continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle. Beatrice let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further in his embrace."I'm okay, Rooster," she murmured softly. "Just tired. It's been a long day."

Rooster's thumb continued to caress her head, his voice filled with tenderness. "I know, gorgeous. Then we better go to bed,hm?”

“We are already in bed.”

He sputters a laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, you are hilarious.” but her tired giggle was so precious he couldn’t help himself, he slid his hands under her knees and back, picking her up bridal style with ease. “Alright madam, time for both of us to sleep.”

“Mhm.”

“And relax because,whew, that exercise session was very,” he gently lowers her body, “Very nice.” and she giggles again, but her sleep is finally taking over so Beatrice snuggles her pillow as her body finally feels itself uncoil from that night. 

She was obviously happy because of the amazing session they just had and Rooster knew it too. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, watching her chest rise and fall slowly the second her eyes shut completely. She made a little noise as she wiggles herself under the covers and Bradley is all smiles once she’s out to dreamland.

He was going to sleep soon, he just had to check something. He stands to his feet, adjusting his sweatpants on his waist by letting the elastic snap on his hips before marching to the window. He parts the curtains with his index and middle finger, trying to see the outside of their neighborhood.

It was really late and it was quiet, with the casual dog barking and cars in the distance. He turns towards Mark and Miranda’s house, the lights were out and he frowns. He didn’t know what was up with them, why they were so hellbent in making them feel.

very uncomfortable

act like they don’t belong.

And he was going to be deployed with Mark in a matter of days. He sighs through his nose, tossing the curtain closed and backing away to the bed. He shouldn’t have to worry about this right now, he could handle anything thrown his way, “Just a few more days,” he mutters, “Then I’ll be promoted. Then he won’t be my problem anymore…hopefully.” which he has a feeling it wouldn’t be like that, honestly.

He could only hope and hope hard, that they figure out why they were so…weird.

But not now, now he was going to sleep. He shakes his head while rubbing his eyes, then turns to the bed. His steps were quiet as to not wake her up at all, biting his lower lip when the bed creaked under his weight, ‘Amazing, it doesn’t make a sound when we fuck but when I try to not wake my wife up it does that.”

The bed, obviously, had no come back to that.

He rolls his eyes, still careful to not wake Bea who just curled herself under the covers, then finally reaches out to him, “Roos.”

He pauses, looking back at her, “Yeah,gorgeous?”

She pushes herself closer, hugging his torso and forgetting she had a soft pillow within inches from her. She much preferred her husband’s firm chest instead, “Hmmm nothin’.” she replies, cheek squished against his pectoral, “Just…feelin’ tired.”

‘I know baby.”

“And you are warm.” she says, ‘And I’m tired…”

He smiles,kissing the top of her head again, then adjusting himself so she’s more comfortable using him as a pillow, “Better?” he gets no answer but he’s pretty sure she agreed it was nice.

He continued to hold her, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath against his chest. The room was quiet and peaceful, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the curtains. He smiles down at her, “Comfy?” but a quiet snore was her only reply, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His fingers gently traced patterns on her back, his touch light and soothing. He didn't want to disturb her, not more than he already did.

And it doesn’t take too long for him to fall asleep either.

-

“Shells.”

“What?”

“I mean it,” Beatrice grabs the underwear from Shells’ hand, avoiding Nicole and putting it back on the rack. The three of them were shopping for Rooster’s birthday later this week and Beatrice had a list and couldn’t stray from it, “Nikki is here, for Christ’s sake.”

Nicole babbled happily on the shopping cart, giggling when the colorful underwear flew over her head, “Boo!” she points, “Boo?”

“Yes,Nikki it is blue.” Beatrice’s smile towards her daughter was quick, because she soon glared over at Shells who just shrugged, “...okay, alright,I forgive you, now can you please help me find decorations? I need to make this one special.”

Shells grinned, throwing her hands in the air. "Alright, alright, I promise to behave," she said with a wink. “When don’t I?”

Beatrice gave Shells a skeptical look but ultimately couldn't stay mad at her best friend for long. With Nicole in the shopping cart, they continued their quest for birthday decorations aisle. 

As they made their way through the aisles, Nicole's curious eyes were drawn to the colorful decorations hanging from the shelves. She reached out to point at a bright balloon,. "Bawoon," she said with a delighted giggle.

Beatrice smiled, “Yes, it is…hmmm.” she rubs her chin, “I kinda like this, it’s colorful and since Nikki and Roos share the same birthday…I changed my mind about it, did I tell you that?”

Shells was busy putting on a bright pink cowboy hat, checking herself on her phone but she hummed an ‘uh-huh’. ‘You want to do something that fits both of them,I remember.”

“I would’ve gone all out.” she says, checking a bag and seeing the amount of balloons inside, “But he’s being deployed so I think it’d be better and–” she turns to look at Shells, staring at the neon pink cowboy hat on her head. ‘...I can’t take you anywhere.”

Shells flashed a grin and gave her cowboy hat a little twirl. "What can I say? I like to make shopping for decorations more entertaining." She couldn't help but laugh at her own silliness,tipping her hat forward, “Howdy.” 

"You do have a talent for that," she admitted with a chuckle. "And it does look good on you.”

“Thank you.” Shells chuckled and adjusted her cowboy hat. "I’m going to get this for myself, I mean, it’s so pretty, it even has rhinestones!”

Beatrice continued to browse through the decorations, picking out a few items that caught her eye. She carefully selected colorful balloons, banners, envisioning how they would transform their home. She paused every now and again to imagine the scene, then choose between two types of streamers. 

Something that took a while to be dealt with, apparently.

Shells watched Beatrice with a smile. "You're really going all out for this joint birthday celebration, huh?"

She nodded, still staring the streamers down. "I want it to be special. It's Rooster's last birthday before he's deployed, and it's Nicole's first. I want them both to have wonderful memories of this day." she purses her lips, “Blue or red?”

Shells tilted her head as she contemplated the choice of streamer color. "Why not both?”

Beatrice considered Shells' suggestion, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the display. "You know, I like that idea. It is a joint birthday anyway. Let's go with both blue and red."

Shells grinned and helped Beatrice gather the selected decorations. "Sounds like a plan. Hey,so…can we talk about." she looked around surreptitiously, cupping her hands around her mouth, “The Miranda situation?”

Beatrice glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot before she lowered her voice and spoke to Shells. "Really? Now?”

Shells nodded and leaned in closer to listen. "Oh come on, you must have an inkling why she showed up at the Hard Deck.” she arches her brows, ‘Besides being a bitch to you.”

She sighed, her brows furrowing in frustration."I have no idea, Shells. She's always been condescending and rude, but I can't figure out why she chose to show up now." she pushes the cart along to check more decorations, “And on the Hard Deck?”

Shells frowned, her neon pink cowboy hat slightly askew. "I mean,we can always consider mur—." she stops, suddenly remembering the little baby between them, happily laughing at every color she sees, “I mean, uh…well.I dunno what to do about her.” she pauses, “...does she know Rooster is being deployed with her husband?”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, holding a colorful party hat in her hands “I…imagine so? I mean, but why would that change anything?”

Shells tilted her head, her neon pink cowboy hat threatening to fall off but managing to cling to her head. She continued in a hushed tone, "I mean, it's possible that she's just looking for a way to assert herself, especially if she knows that Rooster is being deployed with her husband. It could be some kind of power play."

Beatrice pondered Shells' words, her expression thoughtful as she considered the possibility. "But I still don't understand why she'd choose the Hard Deck for it. There are plenty of other places to assert her presence."

Shells shrugged, her gaze scanning the store for more decorations. "Maybe it's because she knows you work there, and she's trying to get under your skin. Some people just enjoy making others uncomfortable. And she did fail to do that at dinner.”

The brunette nodded, her grip tightening on the party hat. "You're right. It…could be it. God she better not show up at the Hard Deck again. One time is one too many."

Shells chuckled, her neon pink cowboy hat miraculously staying in place despite all the head tilting and shaking. "Well, if she does show up again, just remember that you have a team of loyal pilots and friends who'll have your back. No one messes with our Bea." she punches the air, “I’ve been training my right hook.”

“Oh,really?”

“Yep.” she leans close to Nicole,who just now turned to Shells in surprise, “I’ll even teach you some tricks,Nikki. When you are older…remember, go for the throat.”

“Shells.”

Shells gave Beatrice a grin as she glanced over at Nicole, who was happily giggling at the attention she was getting from both women. "You're never too young to learn a good self-defense move, right?"

"Shells,please let's not turn Nicole into a little ninja just yet."

Shells tsked lowering her cowboy hat as if in defeat. "Fair enough,ma’am. We'll save the ninja training for another time." Beatrice wasn’t impressed, “But she can learn the bitch slap. That helped me a lot during school.”

“Shells!” Beatrice looks so worried Shells can’t help but snort at her expression, “Jesus, can my daughter turn one in peace?? Please?” the blonde laughs harder, but nods in defeat. “...now come on, there’s a lot more to do.”

“Yes ma’am.” Shells tips her hat, hooking her thumb on her belt loops, “You go ahead,now.”

[downforthegas]

The late night hor//niness struck me again and I was given this idea out of no where:

The Welc//ome Ho//me cast of characters except they’re all farting on you

Ok byyYYYEE-

Yooooo you know what? This post gives me the perfect opportunity to reveal my fart headcanons of the characters: how they fart and their attitudes towards it (and how they would feel farting on you) (long post)

Number 1 is Wa//lly Dar//ling🍎

This little guy doesn't fart around anyone unless he's really close to them, like Ba//rn//any or Ho//me. He likes to be a gentleman about it and maybe sneak off to a quiet place to toot if he's around other company. But more often than not, Wa//lly let's it slip accidently. He's such a little guy, if he has too much gas, he can't possibly hold it in for so long, which in itself is kind of embarrassing. And what do his farts sound like, you might ask? There's no sound! Just a gentle breeze *Fffffffffffffsssssss...* that smells vaguely of rotten apples. You almost wouldn't know he farted, only his blushing face giving him away. Sometimes he'll let out a particularly smelly one that makes a noise. A tiny noise like *Blrt.* or *Prt.* That'll make you go "aww." If he was asked to fart on you, he'd be a little confused. He's been taught that farts are rude but knowing that you find them delightful makes him feel good about it. But he's more comfortable doing lap farts. Face farts (especially bare butt face farts) get him so flustered.

Number 2: Ba//rn//aby B. Be//ag//le🐶

You wanna talk CONFIDENCE? Cause that's our be//ag//le! Man will fart anywhere, but will make sure his little buddy doesn't get caught in the wind storm. He does think it's funny to fart on Fra//nk though. Sometimes he'll use his farts in his gags or jokes, like farting into his microphone (and potentially blowing out the speakers), or saying things like, "That sure was a gas!" right before ripping a loud one. He would do the fart in a jar gag, but his farts are so powerful, he just breaks the glass. Yeah, his farts are loud, and burn your nose with their potent stink (as dog farts do) and given his size, they sound a lot like *BBBRRRRRPPPBBBRRRRRRRTTTT!* You'd be lucky to not pass out. Or at least get into a coughing fit. If you wanted Ba//rn//aby to fart on you, for one, you'll be buried under a huge, furry dog butt that stinks, but you'll be hit with enough gale force winds that'll knock you unconscious on the first fart. Still, he'll do it anyway. He's not one to yuck anyone's yum.

Number 3: Fra//nk Fra//nkl//y🦋

Just the OPPOSITE of Ba//rn//aby's attitude. Knowing him, he'd be WAY TOO embarrassed about farting, way more than Wa//lly. I imagine he's not a very gassy person, but whenever he gets gas, he'd try his hardest to hold it in until he's home. Or at least sneak off to a private spot. Because of this, he ends up getting bloated, his stomach distending enough to stretch the buttons on his vest. Ed//die has to be the one to rub the farts out of him, since Ed//die's the only one he's comfortable farting around. But he does get embarrassed when he needs help. But Ed//die doesn't mind. His gas usually gets held in a lot, so it's usually very long, like *Fffppplbbblllrrrrrt!* sounding a little wet and a little airy. Sometimes he'll try to *ahem* spread his cheeks to fart quieter, but sometimes that only makes it come out more wet sounding. If you wanted him to fart on you, it's gonna require a lot of convincing. But if he knows this is your thing, he'll happily do it, but only if you don't talk about it afterwards (unless you want to fluster him).

Number 4: Ed//die De//ar💌

Such a clumsy, scatterbrained mailman, I can't imagine it's easy for him to hold in his farts. Anytime he needs to, it just happens no matter what, and leaves his face burning with shame (but Fra//nk thinks it's kind of cute). He'll be holding a huge stack of packages and a huge fart, and trust me, neither of those are gonna be held for long despite his efforts (poor guy). They're not much, just little *BRRRRT!* or *FLRRRRRBBBBTTT!* mainly from his jeans. They do stink pretty bad though. But it's ok cause he's shame free about it around Fra//nk. If you wanted him to fart on you, he'd be a little awkward about it at first, but he'd still comply. He'd be more comfy lying on his stomach with your face in his butt, since he'd be scared of crushing you.

Number 5: Pop//py Par//tri//dge🦚

Ooh, the resident worrywart. She's the kind to think she's got something deeply wrong with her when her stomach hurts, only to be relieved (in both ways) if it's just gas. Like Wa//lly's, they're quiet and airy, but have a slight sound and only last one to two seconds, like *Ffft.* and *Ppprrt.* and they gently blow the strings on her apron. They also smell a lot like bird seed, since that's what she mostly eats. She'll also often wave her wing behind her after each one, despite how little they stink. She's very close to Sa//lly and Fra//nk, but its still hard to get comfortable farting around them. When asked to fart on you, she'll need heavy convincing just like Fra//nk, but when she's comfortable enough, she'll be gentle with you. She's a big bird after all.

Number 6: How//dy Pi//ll//ar🐛

Oh jeez, it's almost like we're talking about Ba//rn//aby again, except it's not as bad (but they're still pretty bad, trust me). I feel like it's implied he's vegan (he's a caterpillar so...) so I imagine he mainly has veggie fueled farts. They're not as potent as Ba//rn//aby's but they're still very stinky and powerful, and blow his apron strings so hard, they twist together, something like *BRRRRRPPPPPPRRRTT!* He's only really comfortable farting around Ba//rn//aby (who I imagine have fart contests together). He tries to keep his farts from slipping so as to not scare off his customers, but it's hard when all you eat is leaves. But it's mainly to keep the customers around. If he wasn't in his store, he'd be a little more comfortable farting in public. When asked to fart on you, How//dy would totally go for it, even if he does think it's a little weird. He'll even make a deal with you that if you can sit through his smelly farts while standing the weight of his body, you get a 50% off discount at his bodega.

Number 7: Ju//lie Joy//ful🌺

Being a rainbow monster, I feel like she actually has lovely scented, fragrant farts. Like the smell of strawberries or lovely flowers. It just seems like something a rainbow monster would do, but I like to think certain foods (maybe eggs or dairy) can turn her farts rotten. Her fragrant farts can be used to set a pleasant aroma in the air if there's no incense to use, and if she farts on a wilted plant, it'll be revived. Because of this, she's 100% confident farting in public, it doesn't matter who it is she's around. Sometimes her farts flutter her dress, being a little forceful and not as gentle as you may think. Farts typically sound like *Ffrrrrrraaaapppp!* a little wet, a little loud, and mainly high pitched (sometimes they hurt Ba//rn's ears). If you want her to fart on you, it won't be much trouble. She's totally down to endow you with her flowery scent and leave you feeling fresh.

Finally number 8: Sa//lly Star//let☀️

Let's end this long post with a bang. Sa//lly's a star, stars are made of gases, stars are also hot, therefore, Sa//lly has some loud, hot bubblers, like *SPPLLLRRRRBBBBBRRRRTTTSH!* and she has them a lot. But you'd never notice cause she's an expert in hiding her farts. No one's ever heard her fart (except maybe Pop//py), and if anyone heard it, they would never think it would come from Sa//lly. And when I say hot, anything she sits and farts on is left feeling hot to the touch. It's pretty embarrassing for her, even in private, considering the star she is, and believes she is. She also gets some pretty bad stomach aches from holding it a lot, but she won't dare go to anyone to relieve the pain. She'd much rather do it herself, even if it takes a while. Her farts are also full of helium so she's able to inflate balloons with her farts. And if you do want her to fart on you, you better be ready to be yelled at for even requesting something so disgusting. You'd have to either piss her off enough to warrant such punishments, or hide in her dressing room and wait for her to blow off some hot steam. Just be prepared for the room to get hot and stinky, and for your voice to get higher in pitch

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Ahh, to be with a gassy puppet! Sorry this post was so long, but your message made me so excited, so I just had to get these headcanons out. I might release more headcanons soon, but they'll be more situational based and not general like this one. Anyway, thanks for the post! Currently thinking about the neighbors all farting around me in a circle, all the different smells and sounds ringing out... it's nice hehe

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WOMEN EH? I know you're less into pokemon rn, but can I request some power play with Cyllene, making you call her captain and maybe if u r so generous some spanking 🥺

I will always be happy to do Pokemon characters no matter what fandom I'm currently hyper fixating on right now!

Also aah Cyllene 😫

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Cw: praise, spanking.

Dom!Cyllene x gn!reader

Cyllene struggles to keep a stern face when you're sitting in her lap like this, with your head nuzzled in her neck your shaky breaths and whimpers going straight to her core. Those fingers and hands grip your hips, grinding yourself against her. She wants to praise you for how needy you are for her, her mouth salivating with the thought of tasting you on her tongue.

Though she was far from done with you.

"Your very eager today. Is my slut desperate for my attention?" Cyllene whispered her hands sliding down just to grab your ass.

You answer immediately, her title rolling off your tongue in a way that made shivers go down her spine.

"yes Captain Cyllene."

The way you whisper her name like that, fuck.... no person should ever have this much power over her.

" now will you be good for me and lay across my lap?"

She knows you did nothing to deserve punishment, but she knows you love the way she punishes you, and she loves punishing you. How you look your ass red, your face twisting in pain and pleasure. Then just to play with your sloppy slutty holes after spanking your ass red and tender.

As you lay out across Cyllene's lap, her hand gently caresses your butt as her fingers press against your lips, demanding access to your mouth. You obey, slowly opening your mouth. Her thumb presses down on your tongue you choke on your noises when she gives you your first strike.

Usually, she has you count each strike she gives you, but today, it seems that she'd rather have you choke and suck on her fingers as her hand come barreling down onto you once again. You squeal her title a little bit too loud. Perhaps her fingers weren't deep enough. Cyllene shoves her fingers deeper down your throat.

"So good for me. So nice and pretty like this." she purrs. She rubs and gropes your ass her fingers slowly dipping down to your hole just barely putting pressure on the entrance her digits teasing and tickling your entrance leaving you wanting more when she removes her hand.

Cyllene gives you another strike, then another, then another, her hand sliding out of your mouth to cover it, to silence your noise as her strikes get harder and harder. You press your thighs together, squirming in her lap, your muffled whimpers not going unnoticed.

"are you going to cum from just my hand?"

Your nod in confirmation made her smile. Having you reach your edge by just her spanking you was so hot she couldn't help but indulge.

But first.

"uh uh uh. What do you say?"

She removes her hand from your mouth. You wasted no time tp reply " Yes Captain Cyllene"

The way you whimpered her name goes straight to her core after this; she's going to demand you call her that in that cute little voice of yours outside the bedroom too.

"Good. I want you to cum. Cum nice and hard as your captain keeps punishing you."