#🍒 darling

[needydoll-for-you]

What if you were here, hands perfectly tied above your head and your legs forcefully open by a spreader bar. You'd look so pretty like this and with a pink gag to match the ribbons!

You'd feel me gently tracing circles around your nipples, then pinching and twisting them to hear your soft cries. I'd kiss your forehead, cooing about how gorgeous you look.

My hands would go lower and I'd slap your exposed clit again and again until it's all puffy and red. You're a slut for enjoying that so much, look at how wet my hand is! Then comes the numbing cream. I'd apply it on you and then place a vibrator between us. You'd watch me cum as many times as I want while your poor little clit is denied.

And then, when the effect finally wears off, I'd use my mouth to make you cum until you're an overstimulated little mess 💓

what if i were there…well i think you know what would happen then! i would get all desperate and whiny, and beg you to fuck me the moment i saw you!💓

i think i would look pretty in pink! especially with cute ribbons, and the gag muffling my moans. (or my complaining when you rub the numbing cream on my clit and i can’t feel the vibrations!). and it’s unfair how you know what touch would make me squirm! with my nipples this sensitive, pinching them would make me cry out and arch my back, but the kiss and cooing travelling right to my pussy and making me wish i could squeeze my legs together, maybe jerking against the spreader bar, but no use. the spreader bar comes in handy when you start giving my clit a spanking! perfect position, my pussy exposed and leaking down my legs with each slap. that’s how much of a slut i am for a good spanking🫣 ohh and how embarrassed i would be when you show me how wet your hand got after spanking me, my cheeks red, maybe just as red as my pussy, only difference being that my pussy is also wet and puffy. just how i like it cause it makes me so sensitive!

but you know me too well, cause when my eyes lit up when i see the vibrator, obviously needy for an orgasm, you show me the numbing cream in your other hand. i’m sure you enjoy the whining that comes out muffled through the gag and the squirming, trying to get away from the cream, but you simply follow my body, until you have my clit and pussy covered in it. slowly but surely i can feel the numbing cream working, i do forget it for a second when you step closer to me, our bodies touching, my hand reaching out- oh the restraints! whimpering and tugging against them wanting to reach out and touch you, but i only get a kiss on my cheek before you push the vibrator against us. i try to moan through the gag, but it’s soon enough replaced by a whine cause i can barely feel it. “hmph” is all i can get out as i watch you mesmerized as you push yourself against the vibrator. oh how good it must feel judging by your pleased face, i try complaining and grinding my hips against the toy, but you know i can only faintly feel the toy rubbing against me, and the wetness of my own pussy while you get to cum as much as you want. you can see tears forming in my eyes from my own desperation, but you simply wipe them away or kiss them as they roll down my face, my whining getting louder with each of your orgasms, watching your legs shake with every passing orgasm, how you turn the vibrator higher but i still am unable to feel it. “pooooor babyyy” the false pity and smirk only making me pout, trying to beg through the gag, but i know i won’t be able to cum with my clit numbed. but hoping once the cream stop working that you will have mercy on my even more sensitive and swollen clit and let me cum.

but if you do plan on overstimulating me, you should probably keep me tied up with the spreader bar so you can keep sucking on my clit even when my legs start trembling and i keep telling you i can’t cum anymore🤭

(and too bad my hands would be tied up…cause if they weren’t…then i could softly trace your skin, rub over your tits, pinch your nipples…definitelyyyyy kissing them too! can’t miss out on licking over them! and taking the place of the vibrator to suck on your clit!)

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍊Without you, I’m so lonely

Title from Darl+ing (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Seungkwan is stricken down by the flu during the Follow Tour in Japan. Jeonghan takes care of him but Seungkwan misses Seungcheol.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Seungkwan Caretaker: Jeonghan + S.Coups/Seungcheol + Woozi/Jihoon

Seungkwan groaned as the light was flipped on, attacking his retinas, and turned onto his side to bury his face in the pillow. It barely helped and, even worse, with how stuffed his nose was he only held out that position for another few seconds until he had to turn back onto his back before he suffocated. Despite having his eyes pressed shut, it was too bright.

The bed dipped beside him and a soft hand brushed his hair away from his forehead. 

“How are you feeling, darling?”, Jeonghan asked genty, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it hurt Seungkwan’s head.                          

“Amazing, hyung. Truly amazing”, Seungkwan said through gritted teeth, immediately feeling bad for snapping at the older. Jeonghan, as promised, had come back early from the team dinner -  he hadn’t even planned to go to once he had realized how sick Seungkwan was - to check on him. It wasn’t fair of the younger vocalist to be snippy or cold towards him. He was just so frustrated. They had just finished three amazing nearly back-to-back concerts in Nagoya and, instead of celebrating with the rest of the team in Osaka where they were set to perform in a few days’ time, he was trapped in bed.

Feverish. 

His head pounding.

Nose stuffed and running simultaneously.

A rough cough making his throat and chest hurt.

Nausea burning in his stomach.

Exhausted.

Sweaty.

“Sorry”, he whispered, coughing slightly, and opened his eyes, “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful or be rude. I’m just … well, cranky, I guess. I don’t wanna be sick.”

Jeonghan just shushed him, placing his cold hands against Seungkwan’s burning cheeks. Despite his whole body freezing, his face was hot. That was the fever, probably. The touch felt heavenly and he sighed. 

“I know, Kwannie. I’m sorry you’re feeling so terrible”, his hyung replied. “Did you take your meds?”

Seungkwan nodded. “I took the meds”, he rasped, coughing again. “I tried to sleep too but I couldn’t. I talked to Coups-hyung on the phone for a bit but he had to leave pretty soon… I really don’t feel good.”

“Oh, Kwannie”, Jeonghan cooed. It should have been awkward, Seungkwan supposed. He was a grown man after all, hell he was closer to thirty than to twenty by now. Yet, with Jeonghan, somehow, it wasn’t weird at all. He just had those parent vibes that not only Carats joked about. And Seungkwan really needed his hyung right now. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Do you wanna cuddle? Maybe it will help you sleep and even …”

He didn’t even need to finish his sentence for Seungkwan to agree. “Please, hyungie”, he whispered, desperate for something he couldn’t describe in his voice. “I …”

“I got you, darling”, Jeonghan shushed him, climbing under the blankets with him. It must have been his plan all along, Seungkwan realized then, because Jeonghan was already wearing sleeping clothes. He knew Seungkwan would never tolerate somebody entering his bed in street clothes. Though he might have made an exception for his hyung in this situation. 

As soon as Jeonghan was settled under the covers, Seungkwan buried himself in his chest, shivering as he finally felt a bit warmer. Jeonghan wrapped his arms around Seungkwan and entangled their legs for maximum warmth. 

“I’m sorry”, Seungkwan whispered, annoyed with how he could barely hug Jeonghan without being unable to breathe. Even less so was he happy that his nose was now so stuffed he could only breathe with his mouth open, which irritated his already raw throat. “You didn’t have to come back early, you know?”

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to come back and check on you. Without you and Cheollie it wasn’t that much fun either way.”

“Sorry.”

“Nope, you’re not allowed to say that again, Kwannie”, Jeonghan scolded lightly, tapping his fingers against Seungkwan’s temple in a gentle admonishing motion. “It’s not your fault that you are sick. And I wanted to come back and see how you were doing because I was worried. It was my decision and I’d like you to understand that. I’ll always come back to check on my babies.”

“Dino is baby”, Seungkwan mumbled, flushing red and not knowing what else to say. His hyungs words warmed his heart and made him feel loved like little else did. How did he deserve such a caring hyung?

Unbidden tears came to his eyes and he pressed his eyes shut against the burning sensation.

“Dino may be the baby but you … hey, Kwannie, are you crying?”, Jeonghan asked confused. “What? What’s wrong? Don't cry, darling.”

“Nothing”, Seungkwan sniffed, “I just … thank you … for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me either, hon.” Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss against Seungkwan’s temple. “Your fever really got you emotional, huh? Why don’t we talk later when you are feeling a bit better? Sleep for now.”

Seungkwan nodded against his hyung’s shoulder, sure he was smearing snot on him. He knew Jeonghan didn’t care and while disgusting, Seungkwan was too tired to care either.

“Love you, hyung”, he muttered sleepily, “tell me about team dinner?”

“Love you too, baby”, Jeonghan replied.

Seungkwan fell asleep to tales of Seokmin trying to get Hoshi drunk, Woozi trying to stop Seokmin from trying to get Hoshi drunk and Mingyu trying to stop Woozi from trying to…

💎

When Seungkwan woke up again he was uncomfortably hot and wet. Sweat soaked everything around him and yet he couldn’t even care how disgusting that was. All he could focus on was the nausea in his stomach and the sensitiveness of his skin. 

He felt a thousand times worse than he had that morning when he had awoken with just a sore throat and a low fever. The flight to Osaka had not been pleasant at all with how stuffed up he was and by then he had to accept that he wasn’t well … but he hadn’t expected he’d feel this bad. Just the thought of moving made him want to cry.

His stomach was cramping harshly and he couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling in his throat. It was terribly tight and uncomfortable, as if he wasn’t supposed to swallow. It was like he could feel his stomach contents slowly climbing up his esophagus. 

Seungkwan was surprised to find Jeonghan still sleeping peacefully next to him. The older normally had issues sleeping after all but he seemed to be so exhausted that not even his bed partner turning into a furnace seemed to wake him. The way Jeonghan was holding him would have been comforting in any other time and place but with how overheated he was, Seungkwan needed him to let go.

“Hyung”, he whispered, shaking Jeonghan’s shoulder. He didn’t want to wake him, not when they all were working so hard but what choice did he have? He felt like he was boiling alive and that couldn’t be comfortable for Jeonghan either.

Luckily the one shake was enough to wake him up, apparently. Jeonghan jerked awake, and instantly fumbled for the lightswitch. When the light was turned on, Seungkwan saw just how much he had sweated. The sheets around him were wet and tinged yellow and so was Jeonghan’s previously white shirt. 

Jeonghan didn’t seem to care. His brow was furrowed in worry and he looked so very concerned. One of his hands came up to feel Seungkwan’s forehead. “Oh, Seungkwannie. Are you feeling worse?”

Seungkwan nodded, feeling his expression turn into a pout. “‘m so hot”, he complained, swallowing against the thickness in the back of his mouth, “and so nauseous.”

“Are you gonna throw up?”, Jeonghan asked panically, sitting up and looking around for a receptacle just in case. 

“No. Yes. Maybe”, Seungkwan whispered, “I don’t know, hyung. I … my stomach hurts and the cramps are really bad and I feel really nauseous but I can’t tell if I need to puke.”

If he was honest, Seugkwan really really didn’t want to throw up in a strange city, in a strange hotel bathroom. Being sick at home was already bad enough, but somewhere else? No. He couldn’t imagine how awful that would be. 

“Okay, try to stay calm, hm?”, Jeonghan suggested. If it was anybody else Seungkwan would have told them where they could stick calm when he was feeling this bad but he couldn’t find any anger flaring towards his hyung. He just wanted a hug. “Let’s sit in the bathroom just in case. I want to take your temperature again and see if we can get some meds to help you, okay?”

Seungkwan nodded and let himself be pulled to his feet by Jeonghan. He had been laying down for the better part of the last sixteen plus hours so, while unwelcome, the headrush wasn’t unexpected. Still he stumbled into his hyung’s arms, Jeonghan’s hand rubbing up and down his spine the only thing grounding him. 

Standing up must have triggered his body in other ways too: Suddenly all the mucus that had been stuck in his nose decided to run down to his upper lip and the tickle in his throat turned into a full-blown cough. Jeonghan didn’t pull away, instead just cradled Seungkwan’s head against his shoulder and let him cough. 

It was awful, really. The coughing was shaking his whole body and it did his nausea no favors. Seungkwan was barely able to fight back the gags. Jeonghan seemed to understand and within a few seconds had pulled Seungkwan towards the bathroom, where he made him kneel down over the toilet, in case the coughing did bring up something.

By the time the fit was over, Seungkwan hadn’t thrown up but he nearly wished he had. His stomach was just even more angry at him and he felt like he was about to gag and throw up any second now. Leaning over the toilet bowl didn’t help the feeling at all.

Jeonghan, the hyung he was, seemed to sense that. Or maybe he knew from own experiences. Whatever it was, he gently pulled Seungkwan away from his bent over position and propped him up against the glass of the shower. 

“Let’s take your temperature, okay?”, Jeonghan suggested, placing his cold fingers against Seungkwan’s brow. Seungkwan nodded. Without letting go, his hyung reached up for the sink where Seungkwan had left the thermometer earlier when he had first gotten the chance to check how high his fever was. Then he sat cross legged in front of Seungkwan, holding the device out to him.

“How do you wanna do this? Under the tongue is more accurate but if you’re feeling too nauseous we can do the armpit too?”

Seungkwan couldn’t imagine sticking the thermometer into his mouth. It sounded like a disaster just waiting to happen. Besides, his nose was so stuffed he doubted he could even breathe with his mouth closed. So he untangled his left arm from his shirt sleeve and put the cold metal under his arm, suddenly shivering from the cold. 

Jeonghan entangled their fingers as they waited for the beep, pouting. If he wasn’t so tired and felt like speaking was just a bit too risky, Seungkwan would have tried to alleviate his worry. So he just let Jeonghan busy himself with cleaning up Seungkwan's snotty face while they waited. When he pulled the thermometer away and found a reading of 39.1°C he realized there was nothing he could say to even make this better. It was a pretty high temperature, one that if they were at home in the dorms would have the hyungs call a doctor. Now, in a hotel room, they could ask for the medic of course but Seungkwan really didn’t feel like getting prodded in the middle of the night. 

He assumed Jeonghan agreed with not involving the team medic yet, because he just sighed and then scooted to sit next to Seungkwan, letting him rest his weary head on his shoulder. “Do you wanna go back to bed?”

“No”, Seungkwan mumbled, swallowing harshly. Just the one word had been enough to make his stomach somersault. And then he hiccoughed. The panic on Jeonghan’s face would have been funny considering it truly was only a hiccough but the way it made Seungkwan’s mouth water and brought the taste of his earlier food to his throat, made it decidedly unfunny. 

“Oh God”, he whispered, feeling himself start to tear up. It hurt his throat and the involuntary motion made the situation feel much more dangerous than it already was. He didn’t want to throw up. 

“Let’s get you back over the toilet, okay?”, Jeonghan asked and helped Seungkwan crawl forward. 

Feeling his body jerk with the motion, Seungkwan whimpered. His mouth was full of saliva and he spit into the water below repeatedly, trying to get the sour tasting fluid out. His shoulders rolled and his body worked against him, his stomach cramping and feeling so sour and sick.

And yet, nothing happened. 

Jeonghan’s hand on his back was a welcome distraction but it didn’t help. 

💎

Seungkwan didn’t know how long they sat there, just waiting. It could have been minutes, hours or days from his wonky perception. All he felt was the snot dripping down his nose and the nausea deep in his stomach.

“I don’t think you’re going to throw up, Kwannie”, Jeonghan finally said, patting his hip. “Why don’t we go back to bed?”

“What if I throw up?”, Seungkwan whispered. Deep cleaning a hotel room surely would be expensive for the company and he already felt bad for whoever would have to do that if he got sick on the carpet.

“I’ll get you a trash can, okay?”

Seungkwan had seen the tiny bin in the room. Even if he managed to hit that should the nausea win over, it would overflow within seconds. He shook his head, whimpering as the motion aggravated his headache and dizziness. 

“Let’s lean back at least, hm?”, Jeonghan suggested. Without really waiting for an answer he pulled Seungkwan between his legs and into his arms. “No use hurting your back sitting like that.”

Seungkwan allowed himself to curl up against his hyung, shaking and coughing in his arms. Exhausted tears threatened to fall and all he wanted was sleep.

“What can we do to make you feel better, love? You’re due for some meds around now.”

Seungkwan shook his head. He could not stomach anything right now. All he wanted was to be home. 

Well, that wasn’t quite true. 

He wanted his Coups-hyung.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate Jeonghan being with him. He did very much so. But since Seungcheol had torn his ACL in August Seungkwan felt like he had barely seen their leader. They had visited him at the hospital of course and he had been there for their Tokyo concerts, on stage even, but then they had left to film Nana Tour and ever since it had just been phone calls and video chats. While Seungkwan had spoken with him earlier, complaining about being sick, he now missed Seungcheol more than ever.

He must have been quiet for too long because soon enough Jeonghan gently called his name in worry.

“Sorry”, Seungkwan mumbled. He felt terrible saying it out loud - he didn’t want Jeonghan, amazing, sweet Jeonghan who had sacrificed a nice evening with the team and was staying up with him at night, to think he didn’t appreciate him. But he couldn’t help the words that spilled over his lips: “I want Cheollie-hyung.”

Jeonghan sighed, playing with Seungkwan’s hair and patting his back as he coughed once again. “I wish he was here too. Let’s call him, alright? If he picks up he picks up. If he doesn’t, we’ll let him sleep.”

“Please, hyungie.”

There was no time difference between South Korea and Japan, so Seungcheol should be asleep. Resting and healing. Seungkwan felt incredibly selfish. Jeonghan must have read his mind, as he said: “Don’t, Kwannie. Don’t feel bad about it. We all need Cheollie at times and we all miss him. You’re sick and exhausted and overtired. He won’t mind. Besides, he has all the time now to rest for once and he would feel terrible if he found out one of his babies wanted him and didn’t dare call.”

Seungkwan didn’t have a chance to reply before Jeonghan pressed the call button for a video call. So he snuggled his way under Jeonghan’s chin, trembling with fever and anticipation if Seungcheol would pick up.

He did. Bleary-eyed and confused, but instantly concerned when he saw Seungkwan tucked into Jeonghan’s arms.

“Hey, ddaddu”, Jeonghan greeted him, “I got a sick kid missing you here.”

“Morning, Kwannie. Hannie”, Seungcheol replied and moved in the frame of his phone, apparently sitting up. His face was pulled into an adorable, worried pout. “What’s wrong, Kwannie? Are you feeling worse than before? Did you talk to the medic already?”

“I’m so nauseous, hyung”, Seungkwan mumbled, “everything hurts. I just don’t feel good. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby”, Seungcheol repeated. “I love you so much. Do you just wanna chat a bit?”

Seungkwan nodded reluctantly, coughing softly. His voice felt very wet and close to breaking when he continued: “I love you, hyung. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t be”, Seungcheol and Jeonghan said at the same time, then Jeonghan added: “We didn’t call the medic yet. Kwannie has just been super nauseous and we’ve been sitting here for some time now. I miss you too, for the record.”

“I wish I was there”, Seungcheol said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair, “how often have you been sick, Kwannie? You may need the med…”

“I haven’t thrown up, hyung”, Seungkwan explained, suddenly emotional. He wiped at his eyes. He was so sick of feeling sick. “I … I feel so horrible.”

His throat jumped at his admission and he swallowed harshly.

“Baby, I know you won’t like this suggestion”, Seungcheol started, “but… Do you want to throw up? It might help you feel better. At least less nauseous so you can take some medication and sleep.”

It was one thing for Seungcheol, who felt like he was on the other end of the earth, to say this but Seungkwan hated that Jeonghan, right behind him, gave a noise of agreement and nodded.

“I do want to feel better … but …”

“Cheollie is right. Getting your stomach empty might help”, Jeonghan agreed. 

Seungkwan was doubtful. Why would puking help if he was trying not to puke? Why did having to puke be the solution to not being able to feel better? He hated vomiting. Sure, not as much as Vernon who could be labeled slightly emetophobic or even Mingyu, who was kind of very emetophobic. Seungkwan had no issues with it, as long as it wasn’t him throwing up. 

Seungcheol, true leader that he was, perceived Seungkwan’s reluctance even through the phone. “It can help, having your stomach empty. I don’t think Jihoonie would mind me telling you this in this situation but when he has a migraine and is really feeling sick he sometimes tries to make himself throw up so he can lie down and sleep faster. It helps him a lot and it might help you now, too.”

Seungkwan grimaced but he had to give Seungcheol some credit. He had seen how awful migraines made the producer feel and so he kind of got why he would do that. That didn’t mean he wanted that for himself.

But between his raw throat, the coughing that seemed to only get worse and the sniffling he knew he was in for a rough few days. He would be lucky if he was fit for the next concert. So maybe, if he felt better after throwing up…

“Okay”, he mumbled, kind of already regretting it the moment the words left his mouth. “How do I…?”

“I’ll get you a glass of water”, Jeonghan said, clearly knowing what he was doing. He handed the phone to Seungkwan and removed himself from the maknae. Without Jeonghan’s warmth at his back Seungkwan shivered and jerked forward with a forceful sneeze.

“Bless you, baby”, Seungcheol said, “I’m really sorry I can’t be there for you.” “It’s okay, hyungie. Talking with you already helps”, Seungkwan replied, sniffing and using his hand to wipe away the snot dripping down his face. It would normally be disgusting but right now he didn’t care one bit. “Besides, I got Hannie-hyung with me.”

💎

It all happened so fast after that. Jeonghan ended the call - no need for Seungcheol to helplessly listen - and pressed the cup into Seungkwan’s hand, after helping him situate himself over the toilet. “Drink it all in one go”, he explained, “you’re so nauseous it should tip your stomach over the edge.”

Seungkwan took a deep breath, not daring to think about what he was going to do, then gulped the water down in one go. For just a split second he thought it hadn’t helped, but then all he could do was mumble a terrified “Hyungie…” before a geyser of water erupted from his mouth. Waves of vomit splatter relentlessly into the dirty water below, slowly turning from liquidy transparent to chunky and smelly brown. 

It was disgusting and painful and it felt like it would never stop. Seungkwan was sure that if Jeonghan hadn’t held him up and kept muttering reassurances into his ears he would have just combusted of awfulness on the spot. He wasn’t sure he had ever thrown up this violently before.

And then it was over. Seungkwan gasped for breath, panicked and terrified and sobbing before he could stop himself. 

Yet, as Jeonghan pulled him into his arms, soothing him with soft forehead kisses and warm words, Seungkwan finally realized he felt better.

Sure, his head still pounded. His nose was running and he knew there was a spot of snot on Jeonghan’s shirt. His throat was very close to just giving up on his voice and his chest hurt from coughing and vomiting alike. But the awfulness of nausea was mostly gone.

As that realization came, Seungkwan felt like he was hit by a truck. Tiredness was overruling all other feelings and he was sure if he wanted to he could have fallen asleep just then and there in Jeonghan’s arms. He was pretty close to do so, actually, when his hyung shook his shoulder.

Seungkwan whined. He just wanted to sleep. He wondered if he said that out loud as Jeonghan whispered: “I know, I know. But let’s change your clothes, okay? And we need new blankets, you were sweating so badly earlier.”

It sounded like too many steps, especially too many steps that would require him to let go of Jeonghan. Even that his hyung seemed to have anticipated.

“Let me call one of the other members, okay? We can sleep in my room tonight and I know all of your hyungs will be happy to carry you there, hm? Who do you want me to call?”

Maybe he had his mind still on him due to the conversation earlier or maybe he just wanted his vocal team leader but no matter what it was, Seungkwan found himself mumbling Woozi’s name. 

“I’ll call him.”

💎

Fifteen minutes later, Seungkwan found himself laying on Jeonghan’s hotel room bed dressed in fresh clothes, also belonging to Jeonghan, while Jihoon was sitting perched at his side. The thermometer was stuck in Seungkwan’s mouth, even as he was falling asleep, and Jihoon was running gentle fingers through his hair. Jeonghan was taking a shower. Seungkwan hadn’t even realized that he had apparently thrown up on him a bit. He was terribly sorry but an apology would have to wait until morning. 

All he could do before finally drifting back to sleep was ask: “How is Hoshi-hyung?”

Jihoon sighed, fondly rolling his eyes.

“Pathetically drunk. He will hate himself come morning.”

Notes: Happy Birthday, Jeonghan!

I don't have a Jeonghan fic written but I think this fits him much better anyways! I already miss him so much :(

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🦇Just some Fruitbats thoughts...🍒

Thinking about how the boys wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of Chrysta while she's pregnant 🙈

🦇Marko is setting stuff on her baby bump when it's big enough. Just to tease her. For example, if she's lying down, he'll put some takeout on her belly while he looks for his chopsticks or fork. Or he sets his funnelcakes on her bump so he can win her a prize from one of the games at the boardwalk.

🍒All of them completely twitterpated during her times when she was still human in pregnancy and going ham on some strawberries and watermelon, staining her blouse and mouth in red juice that looked slightly similar to blood.

🦇David is crazy about her in maternity jeans. He loves them in her just as much as he would on the floor of the cave-

🍒Dwayne offers her massages when her feet hurt and feel swollen, or her back hurts from standing too much.

🦇Those little moments when she has that glow, they're all completely SMITTEN. 🥺

🍒Helping her take showers since she can't reach her back or legs anymore. (Bonus points if while they're crouched or on their knees, they give her belly a kiss AUGH)

🦇Dwayne all over her pretty little stretch marks and extra chub, he thinks her mama body suits her beautifully...

🍒Paul having full blown conversations with her belly for some pillow talk or just spending a night in with his mate. Not talking to her. Her belly. He is going on a rant and feels a kick to his head or hand and be like, "THATS WHAT IM SAYING!"

🦇Marko is trying to make her giggle cause he likes the way her body bounces with her laughter - he just thinks it's darling.

🍒David thinks he is the shit cause he got her pregnant twice. Man is still smug about it to this day.

🦇Dwayne likes singing or humming songs his mother had used to sing him, rocking Chrysta in his arms or later on, covered in a bunch of sleeping baby vampires. 🥺

🍒She's not very tall, and if the boys (mostly Dwayne and Paul) hold stuff she needs over her head, she can't reach it- she can't even hop with the extra weight and how stubby she feels. 😭

🦇But their not as bad as David. At least they give it back to her. No, David will drop it on the floor and watch her struggle to pick it up, just so he can get a good look at her ass. Marko does the same, except he tries to get a peek at her bewbs. 👀

🍒LATE DAY ADVENTURES TO THE STORE FOR CRAVINGS FOOD WITH THE EMERSONS 🙏

🦇Both David and Dwayne LOVE pregnancy sex, but both for VERY different reasons. 👁👁

🍒Mannnny nights spent trying to convince their girl who is in hysterics that she isn't fat now that she can't fit into her size 3 jeans. 🤦‍♀️

🦇"Can I touch your boobs?" "No." "Can I suck ur titties?" "No." "Can I have some milk?" "No." "Can I touch yo-" "YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET SMACKED WITH THIS PUMP IF YOU KEEP ASKING"

🍒Baordwalk nights don't last long. Cause half the time, she's smelling booze or cigarette smoke and finding the nearest bathroom or trashcan. She cannot STOMACH strong smells - including blood. So, no kisses for the boys until they've cleaned up.

🦇Just touching her when she has hot flashes. They're naturally pretty cold dudes, so they just put a hand on her back or tummy and rub soothing circles till it'd over, or fan her.

🍒She will forever hate Dwayne and Paul for having so much hair and making her go through 9 months of heartburn TWICE/j

... Did give her super cute babies with a bunch of hair, tho.

🦇Omg if they could appear on film, they'd do sooo many stupid/funny maternity photos of her. The only one they have is snapped by Lucy, when she was still human, and doing some laundry at the Emersons, and she could barely fit through the doorway due to her tummy. 🩷

[chrissiepop]

Thanks to @misslavenderlady for giving some advice and helping a gal pal out!🩷🩷🩷 Found a totally cute choker at a stand the other day and was able to get a pic! [I think it isn't too shabby hiding the bite either.]

[bunnysite]

where is my darling ??? life is not worth living without one (˘·灬·˘)

[mjtheartist04]

send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. My lovely my darling my beloved. 💌🍒

Aw youuu😚🙈💕💗💖

[cherryplasmids]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FED THE LITTLE X-MEN FANGIRL IN ME!!!!!!!

[poolsidepanic]

Do you ever just sit and think about how little we know about Heather? She got such a little amount of screen time, and half of that she isn’t even herself.

Does she really call her mum ‘mommy’ or was that the mindflayer’s facsimile a mother-child relationship after not having had one for so long? or was it his mockery of the idea of being close to your mother since Henry killed and seemingly didn’t like his own?

Is Heather really the type of girl to try and bake for her family and guests? Were the cookies just a convenient way to drug her parents that the mindflayer came up with? Or was that something from Heather bleeding through?

Did she burn the cookies because Heather didn’t know how to bake despite the mindflayer deciding she should bake? Or was that Henry’s control messing them up, because I doubt Brenner was letting him do leisurely baking in the lab?

Can we assume that flayed!Heather tending to flayed!Billy was Heather’s earlier consideration for Billy bleeding through? Or was it just the mindflayer’s way of conserving his army?

We know so little about her for sure and I am shaking the bars of my cage because I love her and wish we knew more about her for sure

[greeneyezblackheart]

🎀 list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers <3

thunderstorms

Coca-Cola over ice

the smell of old books

slow dancing in the kitchen to 60s soul oldies

my beautiful black girl cat Dixie Diva

[needydoll-for-you]

I don't know what you're talking about! Me? Making you use your own words so I can see you progressively losing that shyness and starting to beg like a needy slut?

I've never done that 🤭💕

you doooooo know what i‘m talking abouuut stop acting clueless!

uhhh you simply tease me soooo much, and then i stop thinking and get needy and desperate and all i can think about is sitting in your lap grinding on your leg and sucking on your tits!

pfffttt whaaaat? meee? begging like a needy slut? surely not!🤭 begging to be edged and have my pussy slapped? naaah neveeer happened right?🫣

you simply have a way with words, and you make me flustered so easily, you know exactly what to say to have me squirming!!

[13urningstars]

//: holds my bot bot ocs in my hands gently.... we have a teddy bear,,, a lamp,,, one of the dolls from the abandoned side of the mall,,,, a toy dragon,,,,

The bear is the og and also the only one I've draw.... the silliest

[sacredpit]

⚾️ 🤸‍♀️ mwah mwah

miscellaneous symbol headcanons .

⚾️   ━   does your muse enjoy sports ??   do they play any ,   or do they simply prefer to watch ??   do they have a favorite sport ??

kakyoin is a   casual sports enjoyer   for sure !!   it’s never been something he was especially deeply interested in   (  things like art ,   literature / poetry ,   &   film are his   core   interests   ) ,   but his father has long been a baseball fan   &   despite their strained relationship ,   this shared interest was the one thing they could always bond over as he grew up .   this considered ,   baseball has something of a sentimental value to him ,   &   he upholds this into adulthood in watching   &   going to games with his own kids .

he never   seriously   played any sports ,   but his parents would sometimes sign him up for sports camps during his childhood in an attempt to get him to be more social .   kakyoin was not particularly athletic back then ,   though ,   aside from being a decently fast runner ,   so this never really caught on .   (   sidenote ,   but he   hates   sweating ,   &   in addition to feeling out of place to begin with ,   he really wasn’t all that   inspired   to give an earnest effort ,   lol   ) .   

&   of course we all know kakyoin likes sumo lmfao . ( EXTREME VOLUME WARNING BTW )

🤸‍♀️   ━   how active is your muse ??   do they exercise regularly ??   do they do things like yoga ??   what else do they do to keep fit   &   active ??    are they flexible ??   can they do parkour ??

given that we just discussed his lack of athleticism in childhood ,   allow me to redeem him a little by saying that once he’s older   (   &   starts actively training with his stand   ) ,   kakyoin is in excellent shape   &   can achieve physical feats that most people can’t .   i’ve always thought that for those who have stands that manifest as a physical ,   humanoid being outside of themself ,   if more they train   &   take care of their own body ,   it reflects in their stand in some ways ,   too   ━━━━   in the same vein that if your stand is injured / harmed in some way ,   the user suffers similar or even identical inflictions .   once kakyoin realizes this ,   it’s all the more motivation for him to ensure he’s in good physical condition .

spw agent training is also   very rigorous ,   &   kakyoin not only took it very seriously but finished top of his class .   his flexibility   &   core strength increases significantly during this time ,   &   he tends to maintain it by exercising on a strict schedule   &   doing yoga   &   pilates to keep his body strong   &   to maintain control over it .   sparring is also a great way to sharpen his combat skills ,   but his peers rarely ever want to spar with him because he’s hard to beat ,   lol   ━━━━   what he may lack in sheer physical strength ,   he makes up for in technique   &   strategy .

i have never imagined kak doing parkour but honestly   . . .   i feel like a lot of spw / combat training is just glorified parkour anyway so why not lmao .   imagine the morioh kids see him do a backflip in the middle of a fight   &   are like   kakyoin - san teach us how to do that right now   ━━━━

[qiankunnies]

NAURRRR!!!!!!!!! OKAY WELL I LOVE U A MILLION AND ONE AND I HOPE U HAD THE MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY. giving u endless forehead kisses and hugs,,, ur the best 🫵💋

YOU'RE SO SWEET AND ILYSM 💜💜💜💜💜 thank you, my beloved sarberry!! You're helping me live my dream of celebrating my birthday all month long AND NO YOU'RE THE BEST 😘 MWAH 🫂

[junkissed]

Two questions

What is your favorite thing about Jun??

And also

What do you love to read about him? Like, any kink or scenario in specific?

what is my favorite thing about jun?

oh my god how do you expect me to choose!!! 😭 i love everything about him and i honestly don't think i could pinpoint any one thing because he's just so. jun. i love when he gets all smiley and giddy and i love his nose and i love his eyelashes and i love his hands and i love his hair and i love his pretty lips and i love every one of his little moles and literally i could talk for centuries about how much i love him my moots will vouch he is literally All i ever talk about :(( like he's so sweet and caring and precious and in general he has such a carefree childlike personality and it makes me so happy because he deserves to be the happiest person in the whole entire world!! also how he always takes care of everybody else in his own ways and he's so open and loving and wants to help people?? he's quiet but he pays attention and really listens to everyone and then when he gets excited and starts talking a lot STOP I'LL CRY i just want to tell him how proud i am of him and how good he is and i want to kiss him on the nose and hug him so tightly. also he is literally the most beautiful person on the planet and if you disagree then you're just plain wrong like i'm sorry idk what to tell you he is so angelic and beautiful i have never seen a prettier man in my entire life like he's just so elegant and gorgeous

what do i love to read? / fav kinks?

honestly i'll read anything about him!! if i say my favorite kinks i will expose too much about myself but it's probably nothing yall don't already know akshdgfs. i tend to use stuff i like in my own fics so if you see me spending 6 paragraphs only describing jun's neck no you didn't 🤥 anyway recently the episodes of him w joshua and the kids are making me FERAL i am so sick about him i need to be locked up 👹😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠 for scenarios i usually like reading more soft domestic cutesy fluff because i am just a soft domestic cutesy fluff kinda person so i don't think that's specific to jun,, however i will love it 100x more simply for the fact that it is jun and i love him so much :))

[godnectar]

Hi, I'm just here to say I stalk your blog a lot for your content and I enjoy your works— I aspire to be a yan writer someday when I have the time and motivation to, and your works have me 🥺💞 in a rlly good way orz orz

That's all, have a good day!

(also please ignore those anons trash talking you, you're such a girlboss [ungendered] and they can't handle it. Keep up the good work!! /pos /gen)

— 🌸🍒

this is so lovely, babe. u surely have me 🥺💞 right now <3 hope u have a really nice day too + don't hesitate to visit this,, circus more often!

mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

[cherrygrxves]

@cocained

you said "baby, no attachment".

CASUAL Chappell Roan (2022)