Being A Boring Uncool Insane Mutual Is A Hard Job But Someone's Got To Do It

slut era (overthinking, ruined sleep schedule, constant feeling of loneliness and existential emptiness)

P with Davis please? 🥺 Like maybe reader has been super bratty and he’s totally done with the attitude?

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You could feel the paint on the wall scratching your face as you cheeks pressed against it.

You and Davis didn't even make it to the bedroom before he was pushing your front against the wall right after entering your home. He currently had both of your hands pinned above your head. One of his large palm able to hold both of your hands and make you unable to move.

"I don't see you being so fucking chatty right now", he said in the shell of your ear, breath fanning across you neck and raising goosebumps on your skin.

You stayed quiet.

"Couldn't shut the fuck up when talking to that guy at the bar, and now the cat's got your tongue?"

You remember it vividly. The guy approaching you at the bar when you went to grab yourself another drink. He struck up conversation, and you knew that you should've dismissed him. But the burning of your boyfriend's eyes on you, the feeling of jealousy taking over the place, made you feel bolder.

Or stupider.

"I wasn't doing anything", you argue back, voice quiet and almost indistinguishable due to your cheeks being pressed against the wall.

"I could see the flirtiness dripping from your voice as you talked to him", he said, pressing his front harder against your back. The feeling of his hard on the swell of your ass telling you that he was enjoying this more than he was mad at you. "But it's ok, baby", he brushed your hair away from your neck, peppering a few kisses there. "I have no problem reminding you who you belong to."

A harsh slap resounded around the quiet home, and your yelp followed right after. Your ass is stinging from the impact, and your hands fight against his hold, but to no avail.

You know you're in for a good one tonight when he smooths his hand over the reddening flesh, before delivering another one.

"Now, let's see if you can find your voice again and count to ten for me", he instructs. "And if you stop, we start all over again."

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jolly karlsson and noah sebastian tonight @ rockville

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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND || Bad Omens [\m/]

im losing my mind COMPLETELY

sub!noah 🥺

Did you hear me screaming??? I can’t decide if this is your way of subtly asking him, or his way of subtly asking you, because he wanted to put his collar on for you as a little ‘surprise’, and now he’s kneeling down before you, a soft needy look in his eyes and you’re looking down at this ring, realising it holds a double meaning, another promise of belonging to one another—the collar being your first 🥹

x

I don’t drink caffeine to wake up. I wake up to drink caffeine.

You know what sounds so fun? Having nap dates with Noah.

There's not really a purpose other than napping together. Maybe it's like, around 2 or 3pm, you're both lounging on the couch and you start to get sleepy. He notices that by how you're yawning every two minutes.

So, he takes your hands in his and pulls you off the couch.

"C'mon. Let's go to bed and take a nap."

And it's obvious that you can't deny it.

So you both move to the bed, and get comfortable under the covers.

Maybe you're resting your head on his shoulder. Maybe only your hands are intertwined. Maybe his long legs are tangled with yours.

You talk about mundane things until one of you falls asleep, and then it doesn't take long for the other to follow.

And then this becomes a routine. Noah starts to notice your preferred hours for a good nap (not right after lunch, you prefer to wait around 1 hour). So he already has the bed ready by then. The pillows are all fluffy and the blankets are already laid out.

And if, for some reason, he's not there to nap with you (he gets cranky when he has responsibilities during your nap hours), he makes sure you're rested by texting you throughout the day to ask if you've had your afternoon nap yet.

You tell him that yes, you tried to sleep, but you never felt as rested as when he was with you.