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[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Fever

A/n: You fall into a strange fever dream, burning from the temperature. You wake up next to her, burning again, but now a sense of shame.

Inspired by the song "hostage."

You open your eyes half-asleep time after time, and the first thing you see is the invigorating coolness of her eyes, where you want to dive in headfirst.

"I would love to drown in you," you babble in a fever delirium, and Billie smiles knowingly gently, laying you back down. You feel her firm hand on your back before plopping back down on the sheets. The bed seems to be getting endless.

"Don't strain yourself until I get you some tea," her hand touches your forehead and a silver snake of sadness runs in her eyes for a second. - "You're hot as hell again."

"Of course, I'm right next to you!" - God! You'll be so embarrassed when the mercury column slowly creeps downward, releasing you from the captivity of the fever, mark my word.

"Little fool," - a smile and a pleasant chuckle adorning the next precious verbal clarification. - "My little fool."

Billie goes off to get another mug of green tea, the amount of which makes you feel nauseous, as if you were standing on the deck of a seagoing ship with your hands resting miserably on the rail. A new wave of heat sweeps over you and makes you want to peel off your skin, to say nothing of your ill-fated home T-shirt. Covering your eyes is the worst idea imaginable. The ceiling or any other interior object you throw your tired gaze at, zooms in at an imaginary x4 zoom. This only makes your ship rock more, causing more misery. You hear the button of the electric kettle in the kitchen click and the spoon rattle against the walls of the full cup. God, not the green tea...

Eilish returns with the mug in hand, sets it on the wooden stand resting on the bedside table. You watch as the green surface of the herbal tea reaches almost the most ceramic edges and your appearance becomes deader than dead.

"I understand, my heart," Eilish's hand accurate strokes your face, and you only caress closer because her hand is so cool and just because it's her, Billie.

"I'm going to throw out all the green tea in our house."

Billie nods and assures you of her help as swornly as if you were two partners in crime dumping a corpse in the river.

"We'll have a Boston Tea Party together, you just get better."

She bends down to touch your lips with her own, but you immediately put your hand on her shoulder, resisting. The previously sluggish muscles are now as tense as possible. Eilish meets your categorical "no" again, which is the only stoic thought in your infernal delirium.

"I don't want you to get sick." - Eilish doesn't make any extra effort, but you're in no hurry to remove your hand from her shoulder either, just in case.

"Please." - An ingratiating, pitiful whisper crawls into your skull, mingling with the sickening heat. Reality slowly slips away from you again, and Billie leans a little closer to you, participating as your muscles loosen again. - "I've missed your lips so damn much these past three days, Y/n. I miss being in bed without you at night so much."

"No." - you catch her sad look overriding all prudence and something breaks inside. You hastily try to make things a little better. - "Not until the temperature breaks."

Eilish sighs, but tacitly agrees to your condition. It's not clear what prompted her to do this more - the string of interviews next week or just a deep moistening to your wishes. It seems to be all of the above together. The sadness from her eyes travels over her entire face, freezing her like a mask: the corners of her plump lips are lowered, and the inner corners of her straight eyebrows are raised upward and slightly drawn together. Your resolve cracks, and you soften your sentence a little.

"If..." - The line is suddenly torn by a fit of your dry cough as you reach for the pills on the nightstand. - "If you take some antivirals, I think you can lie next to me for a while."

Billie's face shines brighter than the many gold figurines on her living room shelf, which will soon run out of room. She immediately scrambles out of her seat on your bed and disappears into the gradual silence of the house, retreating to the bathroom. You wash down the bitter pills with green tea, drowning in the world's sorrow with each sip, and fall back tiredly. You cover your eyes and return from a state of half-awakeness, only when you feel something fall sharply to your left on the bed: Billie is back and the smile on her face simply cannot be erased by anything in the world, which greatly alleviates the bitterness of any colorful pills.

"Do you want me to put some vinyl record on in the background?"

You nod, a little suspended in your thoughts, while she's already going through a lot of records. The albums slap against each other amusingly as Billie flips them back, as if digging through a filing cabinet. Slap, slap.

"Any number from one to forty?" - her neat fingers freeze in anticipation of your answer.

"Seven." - You squint, and yellow and red flashes flash before your eyes, giving you some sort of foreboding feeling. Eilish hums and you look at her with interest, lifting yourself up and folding your legs into a lotus position on the bed. She raises her arm as proudly as if it were a flagpole, and her flag cloth is indeed yellow and red. The "Don't smile at me" vinyl. The hunch really worked.

"You love me so much that you only pick my songs?" - she purrs contentedly like a cat, deftly pulling out an iridescent, two-color CD. Yellow and red echo the gamut of the cover and the smell of lemon and strawberries suddenly hits your nose. Sometimes you feel like the more you live with Billie, the more you feel this artificial synesthesia clinging to you.

The glass lid swings back, reflecting the rays of the setting sun from the window, and the record lies flat in its proper place. Billie gently lowers the turntable claw, and with a click of the button the needle runs leisurely along the embossed tracks of the record, filling the room with the sounds of her own voice, but younger and not as strong as it is now. Eilish is slightly embarrassed, and it's so beautiful to you.

"I love you always." - you spread your arms out to the side, inviting her in. - "Come here."

Billie smiles, settles on the bed with you and practically agrees to your terms, but adjusts them slightly. While you are sick, she is your caring big spoon, no objections. You feel the warmth of her body against your back as she chops the rhythm of a playful "my boy" with her fingers, hear her soft soprano entwining your heart with a satin ribbon as she intimately sings "party favor" in your ear and endlessly kissing your entire face, except for your lips, of course, which you have vetoed. You're basically her little spoon most of the time, though she so pleasantly loses and relents when you masterfully take the reins of leadership into your own hands.

"Rest, my girl," she whispers affectionately, biting you on the lobe (revenge for the kissing ban), "I'll be right there."

And with the first chords of "ocean eyes", filled with her two-voice, you fall into slumber.

×××

"I wanna steal your soul," - the hems of Eilish's white robes sweep upward slightly as she dives predatorily toward you, kneeling down for eye contact. - "And hide you in my treasure chest."

The two of you are in some incomprehensible space, where dark emptiness and the cool ripples of water on the floor coexist peacefully. You are the water-chained prisoner kneeling on your knees, she is your personal devil. The loneliness shared by two and the coolness of the water. Nothing more.

Eilish's lips bend in a tempting smile, so devilishly seductive that you feel attraction mixed with fear of incomprehension as goosebumps run through your body. Strangely, you freeze under her gaze, filled with Edenic blueness, and she just stares at you silently, and you don't try to free your hands behind your back again. The water chains no longer rattle.

She bends down a little closer to you and touches your neck with her lips gently, almost weightlessly - she leaves her mark on you. It feels like your body is being hit by a high-voltage current, although you are physically fine.

"What do you want from me?" - you mutter softly, not taking your dumbfounded gaze away from her. It is still unclear where you are, whether this is reality or something else, but the coolness unobtrusively enveloping you is pleasantly soothing. As if you needed it.

"Let me crawl inside your veins, I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain," - she rises to her feet, towering over you. Her words have a musical tune to them that draws you in even more. And indeed: one click and you feel the weight of the water collar around your neck. Another click, and then she lifts you up, yanking you by the chain of the collar that appeared out of nowhere. It doesn't hurt at all. - "It's not like me to be so mean."

You reach up to her face to make sure it's just a dream. Your fingertips twitch with excitement, but Eilish walks calmly toward your thought and actions, her cheek resting against your palm. Devils dance in her blue eyes. It is completely tangible. You yank your hand away, like accidentally fell under a stream of boiling water, reflexively examine your palm and only further nurture the seed of confusion in the depths of your soul. O'Connell is still smiling the same way.

"What is it...?"

"Gold on your fingertips," - she approaches you with a soft step, like a misty haze over water, - "fingertips against my cheek."

"Say, I'm asleep now, aren't I?"

Billie shrugs her shoulders in a childishly funny way, and it seems to you that she really sincerely does not know what to say. Her hand gently touches your shoulder while the other finally weakness the tangle of water chains, opening up to you a great variability in the distance. In the end, you decide to relax, despite the curiosities of the environment: You trust Billie even in your sleep. She does not utter a single word, just looks at you with some mysterious note in her eyes, and the answer to her dumb question already comes into your head, which you are in a hurry to denounce in words.

"I don't know what feels true," - your lips almost touch hers, so close together, - "But this feels right so stay a sec."

"Gold leaf across your lips," - the chain rattles, the free end touching the water surface, which is why circles began to form on the surface under you, driven by the white foam of the splash. Both her hands gently touch your face, without pressure, but you feel that you personally want to obey her completely. Through her beautiful raven-colored hair, falling over her face, you catch a glint of precious yellowish luster: gold is spilling on her cheek, which you recently touched, resembling a thin twig. Her eyes hungrily catch the glare, as if turning greenish. So mesmerizing. - "Kiss me until I can't speak..."

You feel the heat on your lips and wake up.

×××

The record has stopped playing, the room is completely silent, and Eilish is kissing your lips more unabashedly than ever before. After such a strange dream, you juxtapose reality so difficult that you pull away in consternation at only the third kiss. Billie laughs loudly, bringing you back into her arms. You frankly remind her of a chicken just out of its shell. Slightly disheveled and completely lost.

"You were mumbling in your sleep and I couldn't find a better way to wake you up." - her voice sounds so playful that you don't even need to turn around to see her confident-skanky face. - "Foreshadowing your concern - your forehead is absolutely not hot. The fever's gone down."

"Such a crazy dream..." - you snuggle into her shoulder, and she's only glad, pulling you closer to her.

"I don't know what feels true?" - you see her eyebrow raise ironically. The gears in your head wind up, returning to their usual healthy mode and you bounce on the bed again, nearly falling off it from the weight of understanding the situation.

You experienced her song "hostage" in your fever dream and even spoke lines from it out loud! Oh my god...

Billie realizes just in time to keep your still sluggish but recovering body from an incredibly "pleasant" encounter with the floor: her hand deftly grips your waist and pulls you back. She smiles just as she did in your dream and you're instantly pierced by the ubiquitous lightning bolt of deja vu.

"Will you tell me more about it? Maybe we can even do it again?"

In her humble (no) opinion, your face in color now resembles the most beautiful pink rose while your state of mind is completely withdrawn under the aegis of feeling embarrassed. And before you can open your mouth, choosing words to describe the dream, she kisses you. With a groan of long-awaited pleasure and absolutely no modesty.

[battinscnz]

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑬 // 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Bruce Wayne (The Batman) , Clark Kent (Superman)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent, SuperBat

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 62,293 (18/??)

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Bruce Wayne (The Batman) , Clark Kent (Superman), SuperBat, Bruce/Clark, Pattinson!Batman, Corenswet!Superman

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Violence/Crime Mentions, Grief/Parental Loss, Emotional Tension/Angst, Eventual Smut

Clark Kent is sent to Gotham to write an in-depth profile on Bruce Wayne, but what begins as a professional assignment quickly evolves into something far more personal. Over shared moments at Wayne Manor, the two men navigate simmering tension, unspoken desires, and their own guarded vulnerabilities, creating a connection that neither fully understands.

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑬 // 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

Clark couldn’t wrap his head around what just happened.

He had kissed Bruce. And Bruce had kissed him back.

It wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a fleeting, half-thought moment that could be brushed aside. It was real—solid—like something that had been building between them for so long that the force of it had finally broken free. 

Clark had felt the weight of it, the undeniable shift in the air, the way Bruce had melted into him instead of pulling away. And yet, here they were, sitting at opposite ends of the dining table as if nothing had happened, as if the world hadn’t just tilted beneath them.

His heart was still hammering, a heavy rhythm against his ribs, so loud he could hear it in his ears. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

The heat between them hadn’t faded, hadn’t lessened, even with the space separating them now. It was still there, burning in the air, in the lingering glances, in the tension that wrapped around them like an unspoken challenge.

Clark tried to focus on the coffee in front of him, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic mug just to have something to hold onto, something to anchor him. He took a sip, though he barely tasted it. 

His fingers tapped against the side of the cup, restless, trying to expel the nervous energy that coiled tight in his chest. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Not when he kept glancing at Bruce, drawn to him like a gravitational pull he couldn’t resist.

Bruce looked different in the daylight.

There was something almost surreal about seeing him like this, in the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the windows, highlighting the edges of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbones. The shadows that usually clung to him, that kept him shrouded in mystery, had lifted just enough to reveal something softer. 

The light made him look younger, like the years of terror and trauma weren't weighing on him as heavily as they usually did. And maybe that was just Clark’s mind playing tricks on him, or maybe it was because Bruce had finally let his guard slip—even for a moment.

Clark’s eyes trailed down, taking in the worn-out rock band tee Bruce had thrown on, the fabric stretched just right over his muscles, fitting him in a way that seemed effortless. He was still every inch the man Clark had wanted—had admired—had struggled to understand for so long. And now, after everything, after last night, after this morning, Clark wasn’t sure where they stood.

But he knew one thing.

He wanted to kiss Bruce again.

The thought nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around his coffee mug, trying to will himself to focus on something—anything—else.

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, Warm Hands, and Soft Smiles Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Short and Sweet

The fire crackled softly in the hearth of the Gryffindor common room, sending wisps of warmth into the chilly air and creating a snug ambiance that felt like a warm embrace on a frosty evening. The flickering flames danced playfully against the aged stone walls, casting shifting shadows over the worn armchairs, their upholstery faded from countless encounters of laughter, friendship, and quiet reflection. The golden glow of the candlelight added to the cozy atmosphere, illuminating the rustic furniture and the scattered pillows that invited relaxation. Outside, the wind howled with a harsh bitterness, rattling the windows and whipping through the trees like a spectral force. Yet within these walls, the chill seemed like a distant memory, something completely forgotten as Harry found himself captivated by a different kind of warmth.

His gaze shifted to Draco, who sat beside him, a radiant smile gracing his features—soft, almost tender in its gentleness. It was a look that seemed to carry with it a thousand unspoken words, each one more comforting than the last.

“Careful,” Draco teased, his voice smooth as satin, the kind of velvety tone that could easily melt even the iciest of hearts. With a playful flick of his wrist, he pushed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into Harry's hands, the aroma rich with chocolate and marshmallows, the steam rising gracefully in delicate tendrils that seemed to dance through the air. “Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself, Potter.”

Harry accepted the mug, feeling the warmth radiate through the ceramic and into his cold fingers. But it was not just the heat of the drink that set his nerves alight; it was the brief brush of Draco’s fingers against his, a fleeting moment that lingered far longer than it should have. If it hadn’t been for the subtle, knowing glint in Draco’s eyes, one might have chalked it up to mere coincidence. But this was no accident.

"You’ve got something on your lip," Draco murmured, leaning in closer than necessary—a boldness that made Harry's breath hitch. He felt the heat of Draco's breath against his skin, warm and inviting. Draco’s thumb glided lightly over Harry’s lower lip, brushing away a stray dollop of whipped cream that had escaped his earlier indulgence. The simple, soft caress sent a jolt through Harry, his heart racing in response.

Harry swallowed hard, the sensation of Draco's touch reverberating through him. It was a seemingly insignificant action, yet it was charged with an electricity that made it impossible to ignore. The way Draco's hand lingered, tracing the contours of his skin as though mapping a precious treasure, held a power that left Harry unsettled, yet yearning for more. He tightened his grip around the mug, trying to ground himself in the moment, yet deep down he knew that the distraction would prove futile. Not tonight.

Without hesitation, Draco's hand slid down to rest atop Harry's own, his fingers curling possessively around Harry's. The warmth emanating from Draco was markedly different from the chill outside—comforting, igniting a flame that seemed to seep through Harry's very being. As Draco's grip intensified, Harry felt his pulse race in response to the overwhelming sensation, the connection sizzling between them like the crackle of the fire.

"You look good like this, Potter," Draco said, his voice low and intense, his eyes darkening with an emotion that sent shivers cascading down Harry’s spine. "Warm. Safe. But you’re still mine."

Those words hung in the air like a spell woven with intimacy, sending another shiver coursing through Harry. He found himself instinctively leaning into Draco’s touch, unable to resist the pull between them, the magnetic force that drew his breath into a sharp hitch as their eyes locked. In that moment, everything else faded into the background—the storm outside, the world beyond those walls—leaving only the two of them, cocooned in their own sphere of warmth and connection.

“Yours,” Harry whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips, barely more than a breath. He was unsure who had spoken first—a silent promise or the actual words themselves—but at this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heady feeling that enveloped them both, the unbreakable bond solidifying with every shared glance, every soft touch. And as they sat there, on the cusp of something beautiful and transformative, they both knew that this night, amidst the crackling fire and intertwined fingers, was only just the beginning.

[theriverspath]

Ineffable May, Day 27: Flashback

Rated Teen for heavy emotional stuff? CONTENT WARNINGS: show character expressing acute PTSD-like symptoms.

“You know, you really used to be quite awful.”

“Am I awful now?”

“What’s that?” Beelzebub’s eyes were closed, their head reclined against the cushioned back of their armchair. One hand was lifted, and lazily twirled in small circles. Across the room, the dial on a decades-old radio turned in sync with the movement. Voices and music swam in and out of focus through a sea of static. Eventually, the signal settled onto something upbeat and simple, and the demon returned their hand to its place on the chair’s arm. They’d heard Gabriel say something, but it hadn’t really registered. When their partner didn’t answer their question, however, they cracked an eye open and glanced over at him.

Gabriel stood in the doorway that led from the tiny kitchen into the small den. The mug in his grip was evidence that he’d accomplished his goal of making another cup of hot cocoa. Though, how he could drink it in this heat was beyond Beelzebub’s understanding.

The cocoa never made it to his lips. Slowly, Gabriel’s arm lowered to his side. Before Beez could process what they were seeing, steaming brown liquid spilled out of the white cup. It splashed on the angel’s bare feet, puddling around them and turning the skin pink wherever it touched. He didn’t seem to notice. A second later, the mug dropped. An angel wing broke free and skittered across the wood floor, disappearing under the sofa.

Now fully alert, Beelzebub sprang from the chair. The radio went dead. They covered the few paces to Gabriel, paying no attention to the rapidly-cooling cocoa and shards of ceramic in their path. They gathered up the hand that had just been holding the mug. It didn’t resist, but it didn’t respond either.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” Gabriel didn’t look down, didn’t give any indication that he’d heard Beelzebub. He stared out unseeingly over their head, his eyes not even focused on the far wall.

“I didn’t think angels could do bad things. We were the good guys.” It was as if he were continuing a conversation that he’d started without them. But, Beelzebub began to understand what was happening. They’d seen it before, after the Great War, and again after the Fallen had started carrying out their orders to … influence humanity. Hell, they’d even experienced it a time or two, themself. Sometimes the realization of what you’d done just breaks you for a bit.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. Come sit.” Beez kept their tone low and calming. They guided the taller being to the couch, laid a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down. Gabriel moved when steered, settling on a seat cushion. They joined him, keeping his hand in theirs as they sat next to him. Something in the movement or the voice must have signaled to Gabriel that Beelzebub was there. He turned to look directly at them, and when his eyes met theirs, they felt like they were looking down into a well of despair. Their heart ached in sympathy.

“I’ve done terrible things, Beez.” His admission was strained, quiet. “Ordered so many deaths. Smote without mercy. Stood back while the other side…” Gabriel’s brow creased, his eyes slid away from theirs. Alarm sparked in Beelzebub’s gut. They’d both chosen each other, had walked away from the concept of sides. But, old habits die hard.  Beez took a deep breath and ordered that train of thought to halt. What was important now was helping Gabriel through this.

“I … I really was quite awful.” The words came out of the former Supreme Archangel in a frightened whisper. The dethroned Prince of Hell raised their free hand and cupped his cheek. He leaned into it, and the knot in their stomach eased.

“You were not yourself.” Gabriel looked confused at Beelzebub’s words. They continued. “Heaven. Hell. They turned us all into things we were not meant to be.” They felt, as well as saw, Gabriel shake his head in their hand.

“That’s no excuse. I should have been stronger, I should have refused…” His words choked themselves silent. Beelzebub recognized the shame that stopped him. They’d wrestled with it, and lost to it, too many times to count. Remembering all those millennia of fear and regret and rage, they said the only thing they knew to be true.

“You … I … We did what we had to in order to survive. And eventually, we did refuse. Together.” Gabriel closed his eyes. Beelzebub felt wetness on their thumb and realized that it was a tear. The angel made no sound as he cried, but opalescent gold shimmered down his cheek and collected between their fingers. It felt like sunlight.

“What happens now?” Gabriel sounded tired, unsure. Beelzebub heard a soft sizzle after one of their own tears dripped off their chin. It had left a little burn mark on the fabric of their faded trousers, and stained the spot an inky black.

“We get to make our own choices. We get to say who we are, and who we aren’t. We live on our own terms. That’s what happens now.”

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[its-ya-boi-kaz]

A Morning Well Spent

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck | 1190 words | also on ao3

Summary: Morning greets the Van Eck mansion, but the exceptionally amazing owner of the Van Eck empire seems to be sleep deprived. Well, that would be a problem if he didn't have a boyfriend who could give him something better than sleep.

Of all the things Wylan Van Eck was, a morning person was not one of them. 

Having passed out a while before dawn after researching a new type of explosive, not even the smell of Jesper's coffee could wake him up. 

"Good morning," said Jesper. When Wylan didn't react, he put down the ceramic mugs on the nightstand. 

"Wy? Are you awake?"

"No."

Jesper gazed down at him with that fond look that had Wylan's stomach fluttering, even after all these months. "Who's talking from his mouth then?"

Wylan shifted so that he was lying on his back, eyes shut against the light streaming in from the window. "You don't want to know."

"Okay. I won't. But please, do give him this when he's awake," he requested and leaned down to press a soft kiss on Wylan's forehead. 

Wylan, much too drowsy to give it a second thought, grinned and tried to pull Jesper into the bed with him. "Let me sleep, Jes."

"The sun is up, Wylan."

"Last time I checked, I was not a photosynthesizing houseplant. The sun demands no fruit-making from me."

"If you sleep now, you won't be able to sleep at night," Jesper resisted. He was still hovering over Wylan, not fully lying down. Wylan felt his senses returning to him as the last of his slumberful lethargy dribbled out. He was excited for today. Once he had bought the equipment he needed, he could build the new explosive in only a few hours. It was made with such an intricate technique, Wylan couldn't help his excitement. Though, of course, right now there were problems that were more pressing (against Jesper).

"You'll be here to keep me busy at night, won't you?" 

With that, Wylan knew he'd pulled all the reluctance out of Jesper. He grinned, fingers threading through Wylan's rose gold curls. "You provide a tempting offer, merchling, but－" He broke away, sitting up beside Wylan. "We need to buy ammo and some other stuff today, or Kaz is going to hang us over the canal by our ankles and see how that keeps us busy."

He was cursed with the unwelcome memory of Kaz dangling a clerk over the railing of a lighthouse by his ankles. Wylan hmphed, closing his eyes again. "I refuse."

"Alright," Jesper accepted. Wylan opened one eye suspiciously. "Go back to sleep."

He would. If only he wasn't being stared at like that…

"Look away."

"I thought you were going to sleep."

"I will when you stop ogling at me."

Crossing his legs, Jesper scowled. "You can't have everything at once. If you want to neglect me and sleep, then go to sleep. I won't go away until you do."

"Jesper" groaned Wylan. "Alright, fine. I'll go to sleep."

He threw an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sunlight, and tried to even out his breathing. Which was not easy, by the way. Especially with Jesper trailing a finger down his arm. 

"Jes-"

"Sleep."

Jesper slid his hand under Wylan's shirt, fingers cold against the sleep-warmed skin of his waist. When Wylan looked up, there was a wicked grin on his face. 

"Can't sleep?" he asked, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"I despise you," Wylan replied without any conviction.

"You sure as hell don't sound like it." 

It began with a few teasing touches. Jesper massaged his side, letting his nails graze the flesh every once in a while and making Wylan shudder. He grabbed the other side of Wylan's waist with his other hand. 

"I-" Whatever Wylan was about to say was interrupted by Jesper settling himself between his legs. Heat rushed to his face, making Jesper's grin widen. "What are you doing!?"

"Sorry, did you hear anything? Is someone talking in his sleep?" 

Wylan's retort was quickly silenced by Jesper's lips. He smiled against his mouth and thought, Better than sleep. 

Jesper kissed like he did everything else－ like a fabrikator. Like he could feel you down to your smallest particles and was the only thing holding you together. Or unravelling you. This morning, he intended to do the latter. 

One of his hands was still on Wylan's waist. The other was clutching the locks at the base of his head, tilting his head up so Jesper's tongue could reach further into his mouth. 

Wylan placed a hand on his chest and he pulled away. He was only starting to catch his breath when Jesper continued his kisses on his neck. The hand that was previously on Wylan's head moved to his chest, caressing the skin there. He undid the top button of his nightshirt and trailed his mouth downward. 

"Jes," Wylan moaned. Jesper, however, turned a blind eye to him and unbuttoned his shirt some more. He leaned back, staring smugly at the bright red marks that adorned Wylan's neck as if he was an artist appreciating a particularly beautiful work. 

"I'll be damned, merchling, you need to stop being so irresistible," he teased and ducked his face back in Wylan's chest.

A surprised whimper left his lips as Jesper bit down gently on the soft flesh. Another when he began caressing the bite with his tongue. Soon enough, he was back on his duty of unravelling Wylan. And Saints, was he dedicated. 

When he reached his hip bone, he bit again －this time a little harder－ earning a wanton moan from Wylan. He moved just a bit further down, kissing just below his navel. His teeth caught hold of the waistband of his pants, and Wylan  waited with baited breath for him to pull it down. 

He waited. 

Wylan glanced down at him and saw his insufferable grin, and his heart skipped a beat. "Where are you going?" he glared at Jesper, who simply shrugged. 

"Kaz will be mad if I don't get the supplies. Too bad I can't stay here, hmm? Wait for me, Wy, I'm gonna go now." 

Wylan was going to knock his teeth in. For now, he settled on pushing him down on the bed and straddling him. "Like hell you are."

• • •

Wylan woke to the rasp of stone on stone. 

"Rise and shine," Kaz said in a way that meant 'Wake up before I make it impossible for you to'. 

Wylan slowly turned around, pushing his sweaty curls out of his eyes. Only when Kaz hit him on the shoulder with his cane, sending a cramping jolt down his arm, did he realise his extremely naked state. 

Eyes wide, he pulled the blanket covering his lower half closer to his torso. Thankfully Kaz had the decency to glare at him despite the awkwardness. He only spared a glance to Jesper, and Wylan understood. Wake him up before I have to. Understood. 

"Meet me in the living room in fifteen minutes," Kaz said before departing. "And bring a bottle of your finest brandy as an apology."

As soon as the door closed, he grinned, getting ready to shake Jesper awake. This morning was worth way more than two glares from Kaz and a bottle of brandy. But Wylan wasn't going to be the one to tell him. 

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Best Cigar Ashtrays: What to Look for Before You Buy

A cigar is more than just a smoke—it’s an experience. And if you’re serious about cigars, you know that even the little details matter. One of the most overlooked but essential accessories? A solid ashtray. You don’t want to flick ashes into some flimsy dish or, worse, an old coffee mug. No, you need something designed for the job. Let’s break down what to look for before you pick one of the best cigar ashtrays for your setup.

Material Matters

Not all ashtrays are created equal. The material plays a huge role in durability, style, and even how easy it is to clean.

Glass – Sleek and stylish, but can be fragile if dropped.

Ceramic – Classic and easy to clean, but some can chip over time.

Metal – Durable, heat-resistant, and often windproof for outdoor use.

Wood with Metal Inserts – Gives a rustic look but needs proper care to avoid burn marks.

Marble or Stone – Heavy, luxurious, and built to last.

Each option has its own vibe, so pick one that matches your space and smoking habits.

Size and Shape

Are you a solo smoker or do you enjoy a cigar with friends? If you usually smoke alone, a smaller ashtray will do the job. But if you host cigar nights, go for something with multiple rests so everyone has a spot to place their cigar.

Shape also matters. Some ashtrays have deep bowls to trap ash and keep things tidy, while others have a wide, flat design that makes them easier to clean. Think about what works best for you.

Cigar Rests: A Must-Have

This might seem minor, but trust me, you don’t want a cigar rolling off your ashtray onto your table—or worse, your lap. A good ashtray will have proper rests that hold your cigar securely. Some are deep grooves, others are flat slots, but the key is making sure they keep your cigar in place.

Indoor vs. Outdoor Use

Where do you usually smoke? If it’s indoors, a stylish glass or ceramic ashtray might be perfect. But if you’re often on the patio or deck, look for something windproof. A heavier metal or stone ashtray will prevent ashes from blowing around and making a mess.

Easy to Clean

Nobody wants to spend extra time scrubbing an ashtray. Look for one with a smooth surface that lets you dump the ash easily. Some even have removable trays, making cleanup effortless. If you smoke regularly, an ashtray that doesn’t stain or absorb odors is a smart choice.

Extra Features

Some of the best cigar ashtrays go beyond the basics. You’ll find options with built-in cigar cutters, lids to trap ash and odors, and even magnetic parts to keep everything in place. These extras aren’t necessary, but they sure make the experience better.

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The Ceramic and Porcelain Tableware Market is projected to grow from USD 6,210.00 million in 2023 to an estimated USD 8,686.96 million by 2032, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 3.80% from 2024 to 2032.The global ceramic and porcelain tableware market has witnessed significant growth over the years, driven by evolving consumer preferences, increasing disposable incomes, and rising demand for aesthetically pleasing and functional tableware. As dining culture continues to embrace sophistication and artistic expression, the ceramic and porcelain tableware industry has emerged as a key player in both the residential and commercial sectors.

Browse the full report at https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/ceramic-and-porcelain-tableware-market

Market Overview

Ceramic and porcelain tableware include a variety of products such as plates, bowls, cups, mugs, and serving dishes. These items are prized for their durability, heat resistance, and elegant designs. Porcelain, often considered a premium material, is a subtype of ceramic made from refined clay, resulting in a smoother texture and translucent finish. While ceramic tableware is more affordable and versatile, porcelain is favored for its luxurious appeal.

The global market is divided into categories based on product type, application, distribution channel, and region. Each of these segments contributes uniquely to the overall growth of the industry.

Key Market Drivers

Rising Disposable Income The growing middle class in emerging economies has increased spending on household items, including tableware. With improved purchasing power, consumers are willing to invest in high-quality and aesthetically pleasing products.

Changing Lifestyle Trends Modern lifestyles prioritize dining experiences, with a growing emphasis on home décor and table settings. Ceramic and porcelain tableware enhance the dining ambiance, making them a popular choice for consumers seeking stylish options.

Hospitality and Foodservice Industry Growth The expansion of hotels, restaurants, and cafes globally has significantly boosted demand for tableware. The hospitality sector values the durability and elegance of ceramic and porcelain products, which align with their need for practicality and sophistication.

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Trends As consumers become more environmentally conscious, manufacturers are responding by creating eco-friendly tableware. Ceramic and porcelain, being reusable and recyclable, align with sustainability trends, further driving their popularity.

Market Challenges

Competition from Alternative Materials The market faces competition from glass, stainless steel, and plastic tableware. While these materials offer certain advantages, they often lack the aesthetic appeal and durability of ceramics and porcelain.

High Manufacturing Costs The production of porcelain tableware, in particular, involves intricate processes and high energy consumption, leading to elevated costs. This can be a deterrent for price-sensitive consumers.

Supply Chain Disruptions Global supply chains have faced challenges due to geopolitical tensions and the COVID-19 pandemic, affecting the availability of raw materials and increasing production costs.

Future Trends

Technological Advancements Innovations in manufacturing processes, such as 3D printing and digital printing on ceramics, are enhancing product quality and customization options.

E-Commerce Growth Online platforms have revolutionized the retail landscape, providing consumers with easy access to a wide range of ceramic and porcelain tableware. E-commerce also enables manufacturers to reach a global audience.

Personalized Tableware Customization is becoming a major trend, with consumers seeking unique designs and personalized options for special occasions or brand identity.

Key Player Analysis:

Churchill China (UK) Limited

Fiskars Group

Lenox Corporation

Lifetime Brands Inc.

Noritake Co., Ltd

RAK Ceramics PJSC

Richard Ginori Srl

Rosenthal GmbH

Royal Doulton,

Tognana Porcellane SpA

Villeroy & Boch AG

Wedgwood,

Segmentation:

By Material:

Bone China

Porcelain

Stoneware

Others

By Technology:

Slip Casting

Pressure Casting

Isostatic Casting

Others

By Product:

Dinnerware

Beverage Ware

Cookware

Others

By Distribution Channel:

Supermarket & Hypermarket

Wholesalers & retailers

Online

By Region:

North America

U.S.

Canada

Mexico

Europe

Germany

France

U.K.

Italy

Spain

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

South-east Asia

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America

Brazil

Argentina

Rest of Latin America

Middle East & Africa

GCC Countries

South Africa

Rest of the Middle East and Africa

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Haiku Mug (Black)

Start your day with coffee and three haiku by Cendrine Marrouat.

Heat-resistant ceramic, dishwasher and microwave safe.

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All You Need To Know About Ceramic Mugs: A Complete Guide

Ceramic mugs are more than just a vessel for your morning coffee—they’re a perfect blend of functionality, artistry, and tradition. Whether you’re sipping tea on a rainy day or enjoying hot cocoa by the fireplace, ceramic mugs have a unique way of elevating the experience.

The History of Ceramic Mugs Ancient Origins: The First Ceramic Vessels Ceramic craftsmanship dates back thousands of years to ancient civilizations like Mesopotamia and China, where clay was molded and fired to create durable vessels.

Evolution Through the Ages: From Utility to Art Over time, ceramic mugs transformed from simple utility items to canvases for intricate designs and cultural expression.

Modern-Day Popularity of Ceramic Mugs Today, ceramic mugs are a staple in homes worldwide, appreciated for their versatility and timeless appeal.

What Makes Ceramic Mugs Unique? Material Composition and Properties Ceramic is made from natural clay, fired at high temperatures, resulting in a durable and heat-resistant material.

Durability and Longevity With proper care, ceramic mugs can last for decades, making them a reliable choice for everyday use.

Aesthetic Appeal: Designs and Patterns From minimalist designs to vibrant patterns, ceramic mugs come in a variety of styles to suit every taste.

Types of Ceramic Mugs Glazed vs. Unglazed Mugs Glazed mugs are smooth and often shiny, while unglazed mugs have a raw, earthy texture.

Handmade Artisan Mugs Each handmade mug is unique, showcasing the creativity and craftsmanship of the artist.

Specialty Mugs for Different Beverages Ceramic mugs are designed for specific drinks like coffee, tea, or hot chocolate, often with features tailored to enhance the experience.

Benefits of Using Ceramic Mugs Heat Retention and Insulation Ceramic mugs keep your beverages warm longer, making them perfect for slow sippers.

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Option Ceramic is a natural, reusable material, reducing the need for disposable cups.

Non-Toxic and Safe for Daily Use High-quality ceramic mugs are free of harmful chemicals like BPA, ensuring safe use.

Choosing the Perfect Ceramic Mug Size and Capacity Considerations Select a mug size that matches your beverage habits, whether you prefer a quick espresso or a large latte.

Design Preferences and Style Matching Ceramic mugs can complement your kitchen’s aesthetic, making them functional and decorative.

Specialty Features: Handles, Lids, and More Features like ergonomic handles or spill-proof lids add convenience to your mug.

How Are Ceramic Mugs Made? Materials Used in Ceramic Mug Production The primary material is clay, often mixed with additives for strength and consistency.

The Firing Process: From Clay to Mug Mugs are shaped, dried, and fired in kilns at temperatures exceeding 2,000°F to harden and strengthen them.

Finishing Touches: Glazing and Decoration Glazing adds a protective layer, while decorations like hand-painted designs enhance aesthetic appeal.

Caring for Your Ceramic Mugs Cleaning Tips for Longevity Hand washing is often recommended to preserve intricate designs and prevent chipping.

Storing Ceramic Mugs Safely Stack mugs carefully or use racks to avoid accidental damage.

Avoiding Common Mistakes Avoid exposing ceramic mugs to extreme temperature changes, which can cause cracks.

Conclusion Ceramic mugs combine practicality and elegance, making them a timeless choice for beverage enthusiasts. Whether you’re drawn to their beauty, functionality, or eco-friendliness, ceramic mugs are a staple worth celebrating.

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Warm Flavors, Beautiful Bowls: Ceramic Serving Ware for Soups

As winter settles in, the season calls for hearty soups and comforting stews to warm both the body and soul. To truly elevate the dining experience, the right serving ware makes all the difference. Ceramic soup bowls bring a delightful combination of style, function, and tradition, making them the perfect choice for this cozy time of year.

Why Choose Ceramic for Serving Soups?

Ceramic bowls are an ideal choice for soup enthusiasts. As versatile serving bowls, their unique properties and benefits make them stand out from other materials:

Superior Heat Retention: Ceramic bowls keep your soup warm for extended periods, allowing you to enjoy it at the perfect temperature.

Durability: Made to last, ceramic serving ware resists chipping and can withstand regular use for years.

Aesthetic Appeal: Available in a variety of colors, patterns, and finishes, ceramic bowls can complement any table setting, from rustic to modern.

Eco-Friendly Option: Unlike single-use or plastic alternatives, ceramics are made from natural materials, making them a sustainable choice for your kitchen.

How to Style Your Table with Ceramic Bowls

Ceramic soup bowls are versatile and adaptable to various dining settings. For a casual dinner, pair earthy-toned ceramic bowls with wooden serving trays for a rustic vibe. Hosting a formal gathering? Opt for minimalist white or glazed ceramic bowls, paired with fine cutlery and linen napkins for an elegant touch. Complete the table setting with matching ceramic plates or serving dishes to create a cohesive look.

Perfect Pairings for Soup Lovers

Enhance the experience of serving soup by pairing your ceramic bowls with complementary items:

Ceramic Mugs: Ideal for serving hot beverages alongside soup, creating a cohesive dining experience.

Wooden or Slate Platters: Add a natural contrast to the smooth texture of ceramic ware.

Linen Napkins: Elevate the dining setup while providing a practical element.

The Thoughtful Gift of Ceramic Soup Bowls

Ceramic soup bowls make for an excellent gift during the winter season. Their timeless appeal ensures they’re both functional and decorative. Personalize your gift by including a gourmet soup mix, a recipe card, or even a matching set of ceramic mugs or plates. This thoughtful combination makes a memorable present for housewarmings, holidays, or any special occasion.

Caring for Your Ceramic Bowls

To keep your ceramic bowls looking beautiful and functional for years to come, follow these simple care tips:

Avoid sudden temperature changes to prevent cracking.

Hand wash with mild soap and warm water, or check if the bowls are dishwasher-safe.

Store with care to avoid chips or scratches, especially when stacking.

Conclusion

This winter, let the charm of ceramic soup bowls bring warmth and beauty to your table. Whether you're hosting a festive dinner or enjoying a quiet meal by the fire, these versatile serving pieces are the perfect blend of style and function. Invest in high-quality ceramic serving ware to make every meal feel special and add a touch of elegance to your kitchen.

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Somewhat Epic

I could write of epic treks across the Kalahari,

of pirating schooners off the coast of Cuba,

the efforts of isolated men in freezing woods

counting how many toes they have remaining

or I can write of the woodgrain again, of how

its endless curvature that spirals deep into

itself where no person will ever see its glory,

of how the sunlight sets fire to its complexion

the way snow crystallizes upon tufts of grass,

devoid of moisture, and then resists the heat

of afternoon with its reflection, of how lower

fields stay white within their sunken coldness

I can imagine the peril of shark hunting, but

if I cannot marvel at the ceramic mug upon the

mantle, how its curves mimic a shapely woman,

then what chance have I got at raw happiness?

-GeorgeFilip

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How an Eco-Friendly Corporate Gift Reflects Your Brand Values

In today’s environmentally conscious world, making sustainable choices goes beyond personal decisions—it’s a crucial aspect of corporate identity. Choosing an eco-friendly corporate gift not only showcases your commitment to the planet but also aligns your brand with values that clients, employees, and partners respect.

Why Go Eco-Friendly?

An eco-friendly corporate gift sends a powerful message. It reflects a forward-thinking, responsible brand that values sustainability. Here’s why it matters:

Strengthens Your Brand Image: Demonstrates a commitment to ethical and sustainable practices.

Builds Long-Term Relationships: Shows thoughtfulness and care for recipients and the planet.

Encourages a Positive Workplace Culture: Motivates employees to contribute to a greener future.

Top Picks for Eco-Friendly Corporate Gifts

Looking for the perfect sustainable gift? Here are some options that strike the balance between utility and eco-consciousness:

1. Reusable Water Bottles: Durable, stylish, and environmentally friendly, they reduce the reliance on single-use plastics.

Double walled Vacuum Insulated Bamboo Finish Flask₹799.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Bamboo Stainless Steel Vacuum Insulated Flask₹699.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Classic Bamboo & Stainless Steel Bottle₹699.00 per unitAdd to Cart

2. Bamboo Keychains: Lightweight and customizable, they make for a practical and meaningful gift.

Bamboo with metal finish Keychain₹149.00 per unitAdd to Cart

3. Eco-Friendly Coffee Mugs: Perfect for daily use, these mugs can be branded with your logo to keep your business top-of-mind.

Ceramic Black Mug with Cork Base₹599.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Heat & Cold Resistant Bamboo Insulated Mug₹699.00 per unitAdd to Cart

4. Recycled Paper Diaries: Encourage organization while promoting sustainability. These diaries are a thoughtful and elegant gift.

Bamboo A5 Notebook with Elastic Closure₹499.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Premium Cork Diary with Overlap Magnetic Lock₹399.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Eco-Friendly Cork Cover Diary₹300.00 per unitAdd to Cart

5. Sustainable Pens: Made from biodegradable materials, they are a subtle yet effective reminder of your brand’s green initiatives.

Personalised Bamboo Ballpoint Pen – Eco-friendly₹499.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Sustainable Office friendly Cork Pen₹249.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Bamboo Click Pen₹199.00 per unitAdd to Cart

Why Eco-Friendly Gifts Work

Eco-friendly corporate gifts aren’t just good for the planet; they’re a smart business decision:

Stand Out at Events: Sustainable gifts create a lasting impression at trade shows or conferences.

Boost Brand Loyalty: Clients and employees appreciate your effort to align with global environmental goals.

Enhance Marketing Efforts: Showcase your brand’s commitment to green initiatives on social media and beyond.

Aligning Your Brand with Sustainability

Choosing an eco-friendly corporate gift is an opportunity to align your brand with the values of today’s conscientious consumers. By prioritizing sustainable practices, you’re not just giving a gift; you’re making a statement about your brand’s commitment to a better future.

Ready to Make an Impact?

Explore our range of eco-friendly corporate gifts that combine style, functionality, and sustainability. From reusable water bottles to bamboo keychains, we’ve got you covered.

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