#he’s just pookie

[onboardsorasora]

Mmm not sure how much I like this but I’m also my own worst critic lol just dropping this off on mobile lol someone remind me to link these at some point please. Of course I haven’t reread it, would I be me if I did?

How they met | Lewis Signed to Ferrari | Winter break | a lil backstory | Dior Fashion Show afterparty | The apartment | John Elkann | Future Pregnancy drabble | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |

Lewis walked in, stretching from his run. His workout had been good, the crisp air outside felt good on his face and in his lungs while he kept pace.

There was the sound of a crash and a curse and he sprinted to the kitchen to see Daniel glaring down at shattered porcelain and spilt cereal and milk.

“Are you hurt?” Lewis asked immediately, getting ready to lift Daniel out of the kitchen if necessary.

“I’m fine— please don’t touch me. I’m having an irritable morning.” Daniel grumbled. Lewis thought he was pouting but knew better than to voice that thought.

They’d worked out a system early, when Daniel used to snap at him seemingly without warning sometimes. Now, when Daniel was feeling anything less than baseline ok, he would let Lewis know so that he didn’t accidentally annoy him. Daniel was growing a whole human, he was always tired and cranky and on the verge of being annoyed.

“Why don’t you go lay down on the couch, I’ll clean up here and get you a new bowl of cereal.”

Daniel looked like he wanted to argue (for arguing sake) and Lewis lifted his hands up in a passive gesture.

“I can clean up after myself– I'm not–”

“An invalid, I know. I just don't want you to cut yourself babe.” Lewis gave Daniel a soft look that usually earned him a fond scoff and maybe a kiss.

True to form, Daniel scoffed. “Fine. But I'll make my own breakfast.” He bargained, folding his arms across his chest, overtop Lewis' hoodie that he wore yesterday.

Lewis withheld his victorious reaction. “Deal. Now how about I carry you to the couch so you don't accidentally cut yourself and I'll clean up here?” He offered again, this time smiling when Daniel lifted his arms to be lifted.

Lewis settled Daniel on the couch, kissing his forehead sweetly before going to the kitchen to clean up the shattered mess. He was thorough, making sure that he swept and wiped the entire kitchen– just in case.

Peaking into the living room, he saw Daniel scrolling through his phone idly, he was softly stroking the tight skin of his bump. He'd only started showing recently and they both couldn't get enough of the newly popped bit of belly.

Reaching into the cabinet, Lewis took down another bowl and went about pouring Daniel a new bowl of cereal.

Daniel's smile was radiant when he saw Lewis with a new bowl of cereal and a glass of milo. Lewis offered the milo first and Daniel tilted his face up for a kiss.

“How are you so perfect?” Daniel hummed.

“Practice.” Lewis sat on the couch, pulling Daniel’s legs in his lap and holding the bowl of cereal aloft. “Do you want me to feed you too? You can relax and just open your mouth for me— you’re already good at that.” Lewis teased.

“Of fuck off.” Daniel laughed. “Though… if you’re offering…” Daniel looked at him consideringly and Lewis smirked.

Later, when Daniel was laying bonelessly in their bed, Lewis kissed his little bump tenderly before going to make a new bowl of cereal that he will actually feed to Daniel this time.

[mcondance]

druig on the brink of tears thinking about how humans always destroy each other send post

[mothmoth0]

Happy birthday to my beautiful pookie <3

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[cuntmand]

possibly the funniest thing in this season of bridgerton is when colin comes to comfort penelope after lady whistledown writes about them and she says something like “oh, it would’ve been suspicious had she not written about it”, like ??? yes, penelope, that is SUCH a normal thing to say to someone who doesn’t even suspect you to be lady whistledown 😭😭😭

[sp00n-planet]

He’s literally me

[mazzystar24]

“We need more complex characters” y’all can’t even handle him 😔💔

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

[azuneekun]

i'm so SOSOSOSOSO in love with the way you draw sam, do you have any more?? do you do commissions??! (if not that's okay i wanted to let you know how amazing it is anyway)

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan going from “rage and revenge” to very softly being like “I hope he doesn’t get in our way” after noticing how much to means to izuku that aoyama has a chance to still be a hero…. kacchan is so soft for one man only

[kabukiaku]

it's omega's turn for the strawberry shirt 🍓😳👉👈

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

We as a community don't talk about this picture as much as we should and I think that's a CRIME!!!

LOOK AT HIS HORNS AND EYES AND WINGS ASLHDKJFHLSFG

[bunnysnared]

uhmm here are some unmasked boyfriendly ghost sketches +bonus headcanons i have 🫶🏻💌

[pls dont reupload bcos i didnt watermark them but i wanted to share;;] +ALT TEXT on my headcanon sheet in case u can't read my handwriting ♡

[meifaism]

Me, if you even care

[ediblesglue]

Photos of Adam being confused that I’ve been staring at recently I’ve been feeling it at a spiritual level

[thegreatgremlingang]

broke: Jiang fengmian thirsted after cangse sanren and took in wei ying bc he was cangse sanren's child

woke: Jiang fengmian was literally just good friends with cangse sanren

BESPOKE: Jiang fengmian and cangse sanren formed the Wei Changze simp club so they could collectively thirst after wei changze and jiang fengmian took in wei ying bc he was WEI CHANGZE (and his homie cangse sanren)'s child