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Double The Cravings*

a/n: this was a request by @cicicavill7 (sorry i didn't post the entire ask it was too long 😭😭😭😭😭)

Summary: you're very pregnant, and harry has to go to a fundraiser. you don't feel like eating because of your growing body, feeling insecure but harry's always there to take care of his pretty pregnant girl.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, fluff. mentions of pregnancy, insecurities. p in v sex, sex while pregnant, creampie, aftercare, kissing.

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"You look absolutely stunning, darling." 

Harry's warm breath tickled the shell of your ear as his arms wound around your waist from behind. His large hands came to rest reverently on the swell of your pregnant belly, cradling the twins you were carrying. 

You bit your lip, smoothing the silky fabric of your dress down self-consciously. While you didn't doubt Harry's sincerity, it was getting harder to feel confident about your changing body lately. Your cravings had been intense and unrelenting, and you felt like you were gaining more weight than a typical pregnancy.

"You really think so?" you asked, unable to mask the uncertainty in your tone as you examined your reflection again. "I feel like this dress is getting a bit snug..."

Harry's brow furrowed, and he turned you to face him, tilting your chin up with one finger. "Of course I think so. Have you looked at yourself? You're glowing, Y/N. Absolutely radiant carrying our babies."  

He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours affectionately. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than you right now, my pregnant little wife."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, ducking your head bashfully. It was getting more difficult to accept the compliments the further along you got. Your hormones were all over the place and you felt big and awkward rather than the radiant fertility goddess Harry seemed to see.

Sensing your reticence, Harry cupped your face in his large hands, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "I'm serious. You're so bloody gorgeous, Y/N, especially with this new lush, curvy figure of yours." His eyes burned with sincerity and...something darker as they raked over your body. "Gonna let me show you later just how much I appreciate these new assets?"

Despite your fluttering nerves, you felt desire curl low in your belly at the rumbling promise in his gravelly tone. Harry always had a way of making you feel utterly desirable and worshipped.

"If you insist," you murmured demurely, though you knew he could see the want simmering behind your eyes.

Harry groaned, ducking to capture your lips in a searing kiss. "Cheeky girl. You know I do." He punctuated his words with nibbling bites along your jaw. "Going to cherish every new inch of you, angel."

A fluttering in your stomach prevented you from getting too carried away. You placed a hand over Harry's where they still cradled your bump.

"Alright, alright, down boy," you giggled breathlessly. "We've got somewhere to be, remember? And these two are getting impatient."

Chuckling, Harry pressed one more smoldering kiss to the corner of your mouth before releasing you. "Fair point. Shall we, my pregnant goddess?"

With a wink, he offered his arm which you took with an eye roll and a fond smile. Despite your persisting insecurities, you felt reassured by his doting attention as you exited your bedroom.  

This fancy fundraiser gala had been on your schedule for months, a can't-miss event Harry had been looking forward to all year. You'd been nervous about going, worried people would judge your ever-expanding figure. But Harry had been adamant that you were going to shine like the stunning, fertile vision you were. Now you were just hoping you could make it through without any embarrassing incidents.

Your breath caught as soon as you stepped into the opulent ballroom of the posh venue, immediately feeling underdressed and frumpy next to the glamour of the high society crowd milling about. 

Harry, always in tune with your wavering confidence, leaned over to murmur in your ear. "Try to relax, love. You're the most beautiful woman in the room, and not a single person here holds a candle to you carrying my children."

You flushed at his ardent assurance, trying to calm your nerves as he led you toward the refreshments. Of course, not five minutes after arriving, the doubts began creeping back in. 

All of the hors d'oeuvres being offered were deliciously unhealthy, aromas of rich foods and sharp spices assaulting your sensitive, pregnant senses. Your mouth watered just looking at the arrays of canapes, bruschetta, sliders, and mini quiches laid out enticingly. 

But your hormonal self-consciousness quickly took over. You worried about stuffing your face and exploding right out of this tight dress, about people watching you pile food onto your plate and whispering behind your back. About looking sloppy and out of control.

So despite the intense cravings rumbling in your stomach, you shyly waved off the passing servers offering treats and settled for sipping some water and nibbling on a few breadsticks. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Harry frowning in concern, his brows drawing together as he watched you avoid most of the appetizers. But he didn't comment, simply squeezing your hand reassuringly and turning to engage in conversation with some donors.

As the evening wore on, your stomach was grumbling so loudly you feared passersby could hear it over the music and mingling voices. Your cravings were getting worse by the minute as you tried desperately to ignore mouthwatering aromas wafting all around. You pressed one palm against your belly, rubbing soothing circles as the babies kicked in protest.

"I know, I know," you whispered, feeling guilty already. You didn't want to deprive your little ones of anything, but the thought of stuffing yourself in front of all these judgemental rich folk had you paralyzed.  

You jumped slightly at the feeling of a large hand settling over yours on your bump.

"Everything okay?" Harry ducked his head close, green eyes full of concern as he searched your face. "You've hardly eaten anything all night. Are you feeling ill?"

You bit your lip, averting your gaze briefly as you weighed whether or not to open up to him. After a beat, you decided there was no sense in hiding it; Harry could always see right through you anyway.

"No, it's not that exactly. It's just..." You sighed, gesturing vaguely around the ballroom. "I feel so out of place here. Like everyone's judging me for how big I've gotten already. If I gorge myself on all the food I want, I'll probably tip right over."

A soft, sad look flashed across Harry's face. "Oh, my sweet girl." He pulled you gently into his arms, stroking a soothing hand down your back. "Is that why you've barely touched your plate tonight? Because you're self-conscious?"

You nodded against his chest, comforted by his solid warmth and the faint whiff of his cologne amidst the richer scents of the food. "I know it's ridiculous. I should be listening to my body's needs, not worrying about stupid societal expectations. But I just...I feel huge already, and my cravings have been so intense this pregnancy. I'm scared if I give in, especially to this rich food, I'll get even bigger and--"

"Y/N." Harry pulled back, cupping your cheeks to force you to meet his suddenly intense gaze, brow furrowed sternly. "You listen to me right now, alright? That's nonsense and I won't hear another word about it."

You swallowed thickly at the fierceness in his expression, heat pooling in your belly at the hint of that commanding "dad" tone you'd come to crave during your pregnancy.

"You are...stunning. Incredible," Harry breathed, his warm hands drifting down to splay reverently over your belly, like it was the most precious thing he'd ever held. "Have you looked at yourself lately? You're absolutely glowing, every inch of you fuller and softer and just...exquisite." 

His voice lowered to that rumbly timbre that could have you melting even at your horniest. "It's been a struggle to keep my hands off you as you fill out, love. Seeing you all lush and fertile like this..." He groaned softly, burning gaze raking over your body. "It's everything to me, and don't you dare deprive yourself or our babies with these silly hang ups."

You were panting softly by this point, squirming under his heated stare and the blunt weight of his words. Your arousal was a thick, heavy thing thrumming through your veins as Harry laid his desires out before you.

Harry's lips quirked in a heated, knowing smirk. He leaned in close, his plush mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "So I'm going to take you around this buffet...and pile both our plates high with anything and everything you've been craving, my insatiable girl."

A shudder rippled through you at the low, gravelly promise in his voice. Harry nipped at your earlobe teasingly before pulling back, satisfaction glinting in those emerald depths as he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He knew exactly how to unravel you.

"Then tonight, after we get home..." Harry's large hand drifted down to palm your lower belly, fingers splaying possessively. "I'm going to worship every new lush inch of you. Indulge my own cravings for this luxurious fertile body of yours."

You bit your lip on a small whimper, already aching for his touch. This man would be the absolute death of you.

Chuckling darkly, Harry slid his hand into yours and began leading you back towards the lavish buffet spread. Your cravings had reached a fever pitch between his heated words and the enticing aromas surrounding you. Hunger and arousal swirled dizzily within your core.

True to his promise, Harry loaded up two plates with every kind of indulgent treat - rich canapes dripping with cheese and pesto, crispy bacon-wrapped prawns, creamy mushroom vol-au-vents, and far too many miniature quiches and savory tarts to count. When you tried to protest the overflowing portions, he merely fixed you with a stern look until you subsided.

Finally, when not another morsel could be crammed on, Harry handed you your precarious tower of food with a soft smile.

"There we are, my perfect girl," he murmured, stroking a knuckle down your flushed cheek. "Now eat up for me, won't you? Gotta keep your strength up for later."

You swallowed thickly, throat suddenly dry under the heated promise in those guileless green eyes. "Yes, Harry."

The next hour or so passed in a lush, sensual haze. You found a quiet corner to tuck yourselves into, allowing you to relax and satiate your fierce cravings under Harry's reverent, watchful gaze.

With each sinful bite, each savory indulgence on your tongue, you felt your nerves melting away, replaced by the most delicious anticipation. Especially when Harry's eyes would hungrily track the movement of your lips around each morsel, his large hands roaming possessively over the swell of your belly and newly full curves.

More than once, his deft fingers slipped a decadent bite past your lips, emerald gaze darkening in blatant lust each time you laved your tongue along the thick pads to clean away any lingering flavor.

By the time your second plate was nearly cleaned, a delicious lassitude had settled over your limbs. You were absolutely stuffed and sated, the fierce edge finally shorn off your hunger. You felt...content. Sexy, even, the way Harry's heated stare roved over your figure.

Sitting back with a small sound of satiation, you let your free hand drift down to caress your rounded belly. You could've sworn you felt the twins doing pleased little flips and kicks within, satisfied by your indulgence. You smiled tenderly, lifting your eyes to find Harry watching you with naked adoration glowing in his gaze.

"Look at you," he murmured reverently, using his thumb to gently wipe away a stray crumb from the corner of your mouth. "Positively radiant and plump, my gorgeous, well-fed queen."

Then, to your utter delight and arousal, he leaned over and pressed a lingering, openmouthed kiss to the swell of your stomach, humming in contentment. "We'll have to ensure we get you home soon...I have some urgent worshiping of my own to take care of."

By the time you finally tumbled through the door of your flat, lips swollen and gasping from the heated make-out session during the Uber ride, you were both achingly worked up.

No sooner had Harry kicked the door shut behind you than he was pressing you into the wall, large hands roaming greedily over your body. The sound of your muffled moan against his mouth only spurred him on, his grip tightening possessively on your hips.

When you finally parted, panting, his eyes were blown wide with sheer animal need. Harry wasted no time in shucking his jacket and tie, practically tearing apart the buttons of his shirt before moving on to divesting you of your clothes.

Your dress was peeled down over your curves and dropped unceremoniously to the floor in Harry's haste. Soon you were bare before him, the crisp air caressing your flushed, overheated skin and the delicious ache between your thighs.

Harry hissed out a breath, strong hands mapping the lush new terrain of your body with unbridled reverence. He swallowed hard enough for you to see his throat work convulsively.

"Fucking perfection," he grated roughly. His palms smoothed over the gentle swell of your belly, fingers splaying in wonder before sliding up to cup the full, sensitive weight of your tender breasts.

A strangled sound escaped your lips as he rolled the pebbled peaks between his fingertips, the jolt of sensation arrowing straight between your legs.

"Look at you, love," Harry crooned, nudging your thighs apart to slide one thick, muscular thigh between them. You cried out softly, canting your hips to ride the delicious friction provided by his leg. "All lush and fertile and utterly exquisite. Made to be lavished and cherished. To be devoured."

His mouth was on yours again, hot and wild and devouring you just as promised. You dimly felt him undoing his trousers, kicking them and his pants aside until he was finally as bare as you.

Then Harry was everywhere His huge hands spanned your back in a heated caress as his mouth mapped every new heavenly curve and swell of your body. His broad shoulders rippled between your splayed thighs, tongue swirling hotly over your peaked nipples until you were mewling. And still he paid reverence to your heavy, aching breasts and rounded belly, pressing fervent, worshipful kisses over every inch.

By the time the slick, insistent pressure of his cock nudged against your dripping entrance, you were already trembling all over, heat coiled impossibly tight in your core.

"Let me properly cherish you, my queen," Harry rumbled, the words a gravelly prayer as he slowly, achingly buried himself to the hilt within your welcoming heat. You both groaned in unison, your walls fluttering maddeningly around his thick length as he stretched and filled you completely.

That first slow drag nearly had you shattering right then and there. Each thick inch of Harry's cock glided along every perfectly swollen, sensitive inch of you as he thrust home, dragging against that sweetest spot inside over and over again.

His large hands cupped your ass, hips rolling in a torturously languid grind, burying himself deeper with every unhurried stroke. He was devouring you from the inside out, cherishing every silken inch, and the utter reverence in his gaze as he drank in your pleasure had you spiraling higher.

When one hand came up to cup the flushed, damp curve of your cheek, the tender intimacy of it nearly undid you.

"I love you," Harry breathed, mouth finding yours in a claiming, soul-deep kiss as his hips picked up their pace, driving into you with reckless abandon now. "All of you, every lush curve. My everything, my goddess, my gorgeous wife. Mine."

You were powerless against the tide of sensation and emotion Harry wrung from you, spiraling higher and quaking apart on a broken cry of his name. Your climax swamped you with blinding pleasure, pulling Harry right over that dizzying edge with you as your convulsive inner walls dragged him under.

He buried his face in the curve of your neck with a soul-deep groan, hips jerking erratically as he poured himself into you. You clung to him as if he was the only thing anchoring you to this world while wave after wave of bliss wracked your joined forms.

By the time the tremors finally began to ebb, you were both slumped bonelessly against the wall, sweaty and utterly spent. Harry shifted just enough to pull you more securely into his arms, face still buried in your neck as you both caught your breath.

Gradually, he began nuzzling soft, reverent kisses along the slope of your shoulder, across your collarbone, up the column of your neck. His large hands stroked soothingly over your back, your sides, cradling you close against his solid warmth.

"My everything," Harry murmured, the words a hushed vow against your overheated skin. "So incredible, so loved."

You hummed softly in contentment, nosing into the damp curls at his temple as you basked in the afterglow. Despite the lingering tremors shooting through your limbs, you felt completely at peace bundled in Harry's embrace.

One of his hands drifted down to settle over the swell of your belly, fingertips tracing idle patterns across the taut skin. "Thank you, darling," he said quietly. "For taking such wonderful care of our littles ones. For giving me this precious gift."

Tilting your head, you met his shining emerald gaze with a tender smile. "As if you need to thank me for that. This—" You placed your hand atop his, cradling the firm roundness. "This is our gift, H. One I'll never stop being grateful for."

Harry's face did that crinkly thing where his eyes squinted with the force of his smile. Leaning in, he brushed his lips sweetly, reverently across yours.

"I love you incredibly, Y/N. Every inch of you, always."

Those words, combined with the sheer depth of adoration in his gaze, had your heart turning over in your chest. You tucked yourself further into his solid frame, relishing his strength and the soothing drag of his fingers over your sated body.

"I love you too," you whispered. "More than anything."

You stayed like that for a long while, trading soft caresses and murmured endearments, until Harry insisted on getting you into a warm bath to relax properly. He drew the water himself while you waited on the plush bed, arranging the tray of sumptuous treats leftover from the gala.

When he emerged wearing only a towel slung low on his hips, you felt your breath catch at the sheer masculine beauty of him. Harry merely quirked an amused brow at your reaction before holding out one large hand.

"Shall we, gorgeous? I'll even feed you those petit fours you've been eyeing, if you'reopen to it."

You took his proffered hand with a giggle, allowing him to lead you to the ensuite bathroom where aromatic oils wafted through the air and the enormous tub awaited. Harry situated you between his legs, your back to his chest, before plucking one of the miniature chocolate cakes from the tray nearby.

He presented the treat before your lips with a soft, "Open up, darling," and you obliged with a smug grin. The rich sweetness melted over your tongue as you accepted each bite Harry slipped past your lips with careful reverence.

Eventually, you drifted off into a light doze, replete and cocooned in Harry's tender embrace. He continued soothing you with quiet praise and gentle caresses, not even bothering to rouse you until the bath water started to cool.

You awoke to Harry murmuring instructions to dry off and slip into some comfy pajamas. He watched you through hooded eyes as you complied, admiring the new softness and curves that pregnancy had gifted you. With a tender smile, he ushered you back toward the bedroom, already turned down and cozy.

As you snuggled beneath the plush duvet, Harry slid in behind you, his chest warm against your back and one large palm splaying over the firm swell of your belly. You sighed in pure contentment, feeling cherished and utterly adored.

"I meant what I said earlier, you know," Harry rumbled, the words a quiet rumble against your nape. His thumb stroked soothing arcs over your stomach. "This new lush, fertile body of yours is utter perfection. I'll never stop worshipping it, worshipping you."

You bit your lip on a pleased smile, arching back against his solid frame. His free hand slid around to cup your breast, and you shivered at the careful, weighted touch.

"Let me take such good care of you both," he murmured, ducking his head to trail kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck as he cradled your heavy breast. "Make sure you stay well-fed in every way, satisfied, comfortable...like the goddesses you are."

With a blissful sigh, you melted fully into Harry's tender embrace. Every word, each featherlight caress was a balm to the lingering worries of your earlier self-consciousness. He adored this pregnancy body - round and soft and beautiful - and you knew he would move heaven and earth to ensure you felt utterly cherished and revered through it all.

Safe and loved in Harry's arms, you allowed your eyes to slip closed once more, reassured that whatever cravings or changes came next, you wouldn't face them alone. You'd meet them together.

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N. Hischier - Wishing For Angels

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): little bit steamy, but also really not. Just pure fluff with Nico!

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“Hey Oatie.” I bent over to pet the orange and white long haired cat. My joints ached, and my body was tired, but at least I was home. I hated night shifts. Nothing was longer than an evening at work waiting for the hours to pass by so one could close and drive home. Praying that I won’t hit an animal. Or god forbid another car. It had been pouring outside, the thunder cracking in the sky above. The moisture was exactly what New Jersey needed, after collecting so much smoke from the wildfires up north.

My mind wandered to Nico. The cat came to see me. I had to assume my boyfriend was asleep. I felt Oatie weave between my legs, chuckling softly at his purring. The whole reason Nico wanted him was because he sounded like a tiny motorbike engine when he purred. So loud.

“Oats?” I jumped at the sound of my lover’s voice, looking up from the cat to spot Nico peeking through the kitchen doorway. He certainly looked like he’d been asleep.

“Evening.” I spoke just above a whisper. Nico flashed me a smile. We crossed the floor to see each other, arms sliding around one another’s bodies, lips colliding. Oatie followed, snaking between our legs and crying for attention.

“Get lost.” Nico mumbled between passionate kisses, stepping away from the cat. I laughed quietly when Nico pulled me with him, though my voice was silenced when he pressed me into the wall. It wasn’t rough or needy. It was passionate and gentle. Delicate in a way that only Nico could be.

“Poor Oatie.” I broke from the kiss as I spoke, watching Nico’s lips purse.

“He’s fine. We cuddled all night.”

“You boys are always jealous of each other.”

“And?”

“Maybe he wants some time with me.” I tried to slip past Nico ducking beneath his arm, but the moment I got around him, he spun around and wrapped his arms around my back.

“You’ve been gone all day.” His body fell back into the wall, tugging me along as I leaned into his chest.

“That’s what Oatie says too.” I reasoned playfully, earning an unamused squeeze from Nico.

“The cat is fine.” Nico argued, dipping his head into my neck to press a few quick kisses there. I leaned my head against his shoulder opposite of the one of my own his neck rested on.

“You may have a compelling argument, Hisch.”

“Finally.” Nico groaned, leaning forward and steadying my body. He reached for my hand and turned for the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lock him out of the bedroom.” I moaned in agony for our poor cat. Nico looked back at me with wide eyes. He simply couldn’t win.

“Please.” He insisted, tugging me along, and I followed to spare his mind some ease.

Nico was known to be cuddly and needy when we had time alone. Part of that youngest child in him craved the attention and love. One would think he didn’t get enough of it in his youth, but stereotypes did not apply to the Hischier siblings. They had all been loved equally. Though Nico did like to tease the two others that he was the favorite. And if the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was true, then Nico being in America certainly made his mother the most joyous when he visited home.

I was led into the darkness of our bedroom, lit by a tall lamp in the corner. Nico had already laid out a pair of pajamas for me.

We had been known to sleep practically naked together. Something about the skin contact always felt most comfortable to us, but there were cold nights, like these, when we both wanted to hunker down in our matching plaid pants and cuddle up beneath a mountain of blankets.

And since we didn’t get many of these cold summer nights often, I knew Nico was itching for one. Judging both by the fact that he already had his set of matching pj’s on, and the fact that I could hear the familiar script to one of my favorite Christmas In July Hallmark movies playing on the tv.

Nico released my hand only to disappear from my side. I heard the door shut, and a very displeased meow from the outside of our room.

“Nico,” I scolded, beginning to turn to look at him, only to be stopped in my tracks by his swooping figure. He wrapped a red blanket around my shoulders, pulling me back into his body. My own ached for rest. I craved it even more so knowing that it would be coming soon, as opposed to the hours before when I had been at my desk, able to distract myself with work.

Oatie meowed once again.

“Nico, he’s gonna cry all night.” I opened my previously closed eyes, a sigh heaving from my chest. Nico did not release the grip he had on my hips.

“Just ignore him,” his smooth voice suggested in a pathetic but nonetheless sultry whine.

“How?” I closed my eyes again.

“We’ll just turn the movie up.” With that simple sentence, we went waddling across the floor. Myself too tired to leave his grasp, and himself too satisfied to release me. When we got to his nightstand, Nico unwrapped an arm from my waist to grab the tv remote, making quick work of increasing the volume. Not too disturbing, but loud enough to hopefully get the message across to our poor feline friend.

I hummed happily at the background soundtrack that played from the movie. I watched Nico’s dark eyes trail across my face before I closed my own once again.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words fell in a whisper from my lips, the mediocre mid-Atlantic accent causing a smirk to form on my face.

“You prayed for an Angel.” Nico repeated the male love interest’s line’s far more perfectly than anybody ever could on the silver screen. He liked to complain about Hallmark movies, but I knew deep down he enjoyed them.

“An Angel?” I opened my eyes, wide smiles painting our faces in anticipation of the next line. “Why you’re short enough to be an elf. Are you sure you’re not an elf?” Soft giggles soon followed. Nico wrapped his arms around my shoulders, still behind me, slowly turning so his back faced the bed.

“I am not.” He feigned the offense of the actor as he sat down, and I rested in his lap.

“Are too..” I kissed his hands that rested just above my chest. Nico laid back, and I laid down on top of him, my head resting just on his collar. I tilted it upwards to get as good of a look at his face as I could, while he craned his neck downwards to look at me. “How did you hear my prayer anyway? I thought my balcony was to be private.”

“I patrol that street every night, ma’am.” Nico unwrapped an arm from me to play with my hair. “And every night I stop to listen to you, because you and I wish for the same things.”

“Angels?” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with a feeling I didn’t know. We were merely reciting lines of a movie that held no meaning to us. About a soldier and a general’s daughter, falling madly in love. It had nothing to do with us, and yet it felt like maybe it did.

“To take us far away from here.” The actor -and Nico- finished the woman’s thought. “Let me be your Angel.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“We’ll go somewhere beautiful.” Nico whispered in my ear now.

“Not before Christmas. My family would be devastated.” The woman always listed her reasons as to why she couldn’t go. I always wished she would simply say yes from the get-go. Yet I loved to hear the man in the film list his ideas endlessly as if she didn’t continually refuse. Only now Nico went off script.

With beaches as far as the eye can see.

“With forests, and all the wild flowers you could pick.”

Where nobody knows our names.

“My mom misses us both.”

I’ll pick up a simple job.

“You deserve a vacation.”

We can be happy. Together.

“All I need is you.”

With you by my side.

“I want you to go with me.” I had closed my eyes again, wrapped in a warm blanket and in Nico’s embrace.

“To Switzerland?” I asked, yawning soon after.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

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Vampiric Thirst

(Old note: Throws this at you guys. Haven’t written in a while. I don’t know if that will change, but I couldn’t help but make this after the whole vampire event. Once more I end up disappointed by Obey Me events. I really need to lower my standards like I do for Ark, because as fun as the concepts can be, every event ends up feeling rushed and half-baked. They’re not gonna stop though because suckers like me will pay money for a dopamine hit because I have no meaning in life.

New note: Obviously taking some liberties to make it so that Solomon does actually have vampiric urges rather than just being a horndog because this game is literally mostly horny, but I crave plot and substance and have no interest in horny. Maybe I don’t want to fuck anyone, maybe I want actual stakes and near-death because if there’s no threat of dying, then what’s the point of living? Anyways, have something started last July, haha. It’s short, but I want it out of my WIP pile where it’s been judging me from the goddamn corner. I have a bunch of lore ideas with this given the events status being introduced after Nightbringers release, but I won’t get into it cause I’d need to refresh myself on OM.)

Word count: 3668

TW/CW: Soft, safe, nonsexual G/t vore, fearplay, blood, bloodsucking (I hate any word with suck in it, but it’s in here), prey in a stomach full of blood

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“Because I’m always craving you, Kat. So much so that I honestly could devour you.”

That… hadn’t really been what I had expected when I asked him why he seemed to be acting odd today when he walked into my room at Cocytus Hall to give me something, kind of freezing when some sort of realization went over him.

I couldn’t help the way my heart picked up the pace anxiously, despite having come across multiple situations similar to this one. Seeing Solomon with a similar hunger to Beel that was uncharacteristic of him made my anxiety spike a bit. “Buuut, you’re not. Right,” I asked nervously, unable to NOT notice the way his eyes glowed slightly as I lowered the book I’d been reading. I couldn’t help but keep my desk chair facing him, something instinctive decidedly not wanting to turn my back to him despite having been in far worse situations.

It didn’t seem to matter much as he touched his throat lightly, stepping slightly closer and replying, “I don’t think I could actually stop myself if I wanted if this keeps up… Kat, I know this is a sudden request but… would you mind if I drank some of your blood?”

“Wha- blood?” I blinked a bit in surprise, feeling a slight epiphany as I realized. “Ooh! I thought Vampiritis couldn’t affect you. Or did your hubris come to bite you?”

I intended no pun, but Solomon still let out a snort of amusement, though he also looked a tad sheepish like I had hit the nail on the head. I had told him that he should still be careful with the brothers himself, but he’d mostly brushed me off and said that he needed to keep his ‘precious apprentice’ from either catching Vampiritis or becoming a human-sized CapriSun to the afflicted demon brothers while that whole situation was figured out. But, it seemed like his rather attentive nature to me hadn’t extended to himself and he ended up contracting Vampiritis despite all boisterous assurances that he wouldn’t.

“Unfortunately, it appears that being around the brothers so much has infected me,” the sorcerer sighed, looking a bit dejected at having contracted the disease. His eyes seemed slightly glazed over and unfocused like he wasn’t fully in the conversation.

“Well, Barbatos might still have some of the antidote,” I replied, seeing him perk up slightly at the reminder, eyes refocusing with his normal clarity from the pretty obvious distractions on his mind. I set my book down on my desk and started to get up, adding, “I'm sure Diavolo will be able to-."

I yelped when there was a sudden weight against my shoulder and I was shoved back into my chair, looking up at Solomon with startled eyes. His own glowed slightly as he unintentionally loomed over me, looking caught off guard at his own actions.

“Uuuuh, Solomon?”

“I'm a bit a-... worried that I may not be able to hold back against my current thirst on the way to Diavolo or Barbatos,” Solomon admitted. “I'm afraid that if something isn't done NOW that I'll quite literally see red.”

“Really? Did you really try to make a shitty joke in the current situation,” I asked, but I couldn't make myself add any bite to it. His grip on my shoulder was firm and I could feel it tightening slightly each second, able to feel the shake in his grasp. Feeling overly aware of him with the proximity, I could barely hear the slight pant beneath his breath. I took a steadying breath of my own. “Look, I'll give you a LITTLE bit of blood. Just enough to hopefully ebb the hunger pangs, alright? Then we can go to Diavolo with your mind clearer.”

He jolted slightly at my suggestion, or maybe it was just my voice, and a conflicted expression passed across his face. He opened his mouth to say something but it didn’t come out for a few seconds, straining before saying, “I… Yes. Yes, perhaps that will help abate the hunger.”

I didn’t like how he hesitated as he said it or how his expression looked both extremely guilty and eager. But, despite the anxious feeling settling in my gut, I trusted him. To a point.

“Alright, well, first of all, you gotta back up a bit there, bud,” I planted a hand against his chest and shoved at him. His lips twitched in the barest frown before allowing himself to be pushed back away from me, giving me some much needed breathing room and some relief from being pinned by my shoulder to the chair. Absentmindedly rubbing the back of my neck, I thought aloud, “I kind of don't really trust you with my neck, so we're gonna go with… a wrist, I think, yeah.”

“R-Right.” Solomon looked like he was barely paying attention, hands shaking slightly as he bit his lip, seemingly trying to keep his mind clear enough. I saw a bead of his own blood from it.

I reached down and began to roll my sleeves up nervously, only slightly comforted by the sight of the protective charm on my right wrist. Once my sleeves were rolled I felt a bit awkward as I kind of held both out towards him. “Uhhhh, take your pick, I guess. Just don't bite too deep? I'm not sure if you could break my wrists by biting them, but I'd like to not test that too much.”

“I'll do my best,” Solomon presumably tried to give me a reassuring smile but it came out as more of a grimace. He gave up pretty quickly and carefully grabbed my left wrist like it'd snap at his touch. If Vampiritis gave him the cliche super-strength that movie vampires had, maybe it was for the best.

I was a bit surprised when the sorcerer kneeled to get better access to my wrist, feeling more than a little awkward - I probably should have stood up or figured something else out before offering my blood to him since he wasn't really in the headspace to think clearly - but the awkwardness was tempered by a familiar squeamishness that settled in the pit of my stomach. It was similar to, but wasn't quite as bad as, the nauseous anxiety I felt anytime I had to get my blood drawn or a shot. 

I managed to watch as Solomon raised my wrist slightly to his face, saw him open his mouth to reveal a glimpse of the elongated canines that were a symptom of Vampiritis and felt a bit of his breath against my skin. But I felt myself pale right as he opened his jaws wider and averted my gaze before he bit down, warned by the slight tensing of his hold on my wrist. 

There were two points of pain that suddenly bloomed along my wrist vein as the skin was pierced, making me yelp and stiffen. I managed to mostly resist the urge to pull away as I bit down on my tongue, but my heart skipped a beat as a twitch from my arm told me that he probably wouldn't have budged if I had tried to pull away properly.  

I swallowed thickly, wondering if he could taste adrenaline in my quickened pulse for a moment before the pain in my wrist faded startlingly quickly. It was cold and numb, like novocaine to my system, and I couldn't help but blink in surprise and look back. 

Only to immediately avert my gaze again with a fresh wave of dizziness and queasiness. 

"Okay, nope," I muttered to myself, trying to push aside the image of Solomon latched onto my wrist with a thin stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and an almost blissful close-eyed expression out of my head. At least one of us was having fun. 

Thankfully, it wasn't too long before I heard the small gasp and slight panting as he detached from me. It had maybe been several seconds, probably enough for a full mouthful or two with the smaller veins in my wrist compared to my throat, but it had felt awfully long, and I felt the lingering squeamishness that I knew would remain for the rest of the day. 

"I hope that helped clear your head a bit," I pulled my wrist back to myself and gingerly touched a finger to the two beading puncture wounds as I started to turn my head to look at Solomon. My hand had a pins and needles feeling.  "I was a bit worried you'd-." 

My voice immediately became muffled as my mouth was covered by a hand, eyes widening and crying out in surprise when the force of Solomon lunging upward caused the desk chair to fall back. It hit the desk edge first before sliding to the ground, rattling my skull as the chair back hit the ground, making me grunt from the fall and ending up pinned beneath the feral sorcerer. 

"Mmph!" I blinked away my brief daze, looking up at Solomon's face in the shadow of the desk as panic flared across my pacts. His slightly glowing blue eyes were replaced by an intense red and I could see streaks of my own blood from the corners of his mouth. The feral looking expression was something I'd never seen in him before, but I couldn't summon anyone or use a spell with my mouth currently covered. 

There was a sharp tug against my neck as my choker was broken off, jolting me from my frozen shock. I squirmed and bucked beneath the sorcerer, twisting up and elbowing him in the face. The man HISSED at me and I took advantage of his surprise to shove his hand off of my mouth. Kicking at his chest to push him off me and retreat further beneath the desk, I began to recite a summoning spell. 

"Hear me and heed my call," I exclaimed as quick and clear as I could, feeling a pressure behind my eye. Solomon was sat from where I'd pushed him back, hand against his cheekbone where I'd struck him. His expression went from indignant surprise to one of uncharacteristic, raw fury. I saw him tense like a coil before trying to push forward off the ground to lunge towards me again. I quickly raised my leg, shoe planting firmly against his chest as it barely stopped him, knee almost buckling painfully against the force. “In the name of the sorcerer Katherine, I draw upon my pact with the ring of li-GHT!” 

My voice hitched as Solomon grabbed the ankle of the foot against his chest, pulling it to the side and yanking me closer. My heart raced, gritting my teeth as we scuffled in the cramped space beneath the desk. I tried to not fuck up saying the summon, while trying to stop him from stopping ME from saying it, while also trying to get my foot loose and scramble further back again. 

“Come forth, Mam-mphf!” I narrowed my eyes and grunted as Solomon let go of my ankle and managed to wrestle both of my wrists in one hand, covering my mouth again with his other. The pressure that had been building behind my eye fizzled out and disappeared dead in its tracks.  

The sorcerer wasted no time in descending on me, making me gasp in pain as my throat was bitten. I squirmed but could do nothing as restrained as I was, my pained panting lessening as the numbing began to settle in my neck, my hand still tingling from loss of feeling in the wrist. I heard the first swallow as he began to drink greedily and felt a rush of lightheadedness. Lightheadedness that lingered as more blood was stolen and less was able to reach my head properly, making my thrashing lessen alarmingly fast.

I tried to call out Solomon’s name, to try and appeal to him past the feral fervor that had overtaken him. But, of course, it came out as an easily ignored muffled shout that I barely heard over the blood rushing in my own ears and the sound of gulping.

Time slowed painfully as I remained pinned beneath the sorcerer, the lightheadedness and weak feeling in my body increasing every second. My limbs felt more and more like lead until my arms simply hung by my wrists in Solomon’s hold, now struggling to just keep my eyes open and focus on the wooden grain of the desk underside above, trying to not pass out with the fear that if I closed my eyes that I wouldn’t open them again. However, even that became too much effort and my eyelids slid closed.

I felt cold and tired.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed with my eyes closed but I realized that I was being nudged, barely able to focus on the voice, “Sh-Shit, Kat? Kat?!”

“Nnngh,” I groaned at being nudged again, eyelids twitching a few times before I managed to groggily force them open. My sight was blurry and I had to clear it with a couple blinks to look up at Solomon, who gazed down in worried panic with slightly glowing blue eyes rather than the red from before. I just felt an overwhelming wave of relief at seeing that he seemed to have come to. “Oh, thank god..”

I let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing again tiredly, adrenaline either long gone or drained and feeling exhausted relief at seeing Solomon alright. My brow twitched and furrowed as I was shaken, struggling to get out of the dazed stupor I’d almost immediately fallen into without realizing it.

I just wanted to sleep now, man, leave me alone.

“Come on, stay with me,” Solomon said, something brushing against my neck as he murmured some words under his breath. “I can’t have my adorable apprentice dying on me.”

“Mmmn-n-not adorable,” I grumbled weakly, managing to open an eye in an attempt to glare at him. He pulled his hand away from my neck and the glow of a healing spell dissipated in his palm. The healing spell didn’t clear away the blood on his hand and chin, making me wonder how bad I looked if HE looked this disheveled and blood-covered.

“I can’t believe that worked. You’re ridiculous,” the sorcerer laughed, but it was strained. He reached for something nearby and muttered another spell, adding louder, “Just try and stay awake while I try to fix this before the bloodlust becomes unbearable again. If this is how Beel feels all the time, no wonder he goes mad with hunger as often as he does…”

I groaned in acknowledgement, fighting to keep my eye open. I gave up and lifted a lead-heavy arm to drape lethargically over my eyes. “How much blood can I lose before dying?”

“Well, the average person can lose up to a fifth of their blood on average before going into complete shock. However, more than forty percent is almost certainly lethal.”

My lips pursed at the information, quiet for a few seconds before lifting my arm slightly from my eyes to peer at him and  mumbling, “I don’t like that you just know that.”

“You did ask,” Solomon replied lightly in an attempt to lighten the mood. He seemed satisfied with whatever he cast and started reaching for my neck again. His expression fell when I involuntarily flinched slightly away from his hands. 

“I-... s-sorry…”

“No. No, it’s… understandable,” he sighed slightly, grabbing my other wrist instead. My hand curled defensively as he lifted it up and tied my choker around the wrist. 

I let out a surprised noise as I felt a sudden surge of energy and slight warmth, having not realized how chilled I was with my lack of blood. Not enough to be jumping up and down or anything, but I didn’t feel like I was about to die anymore. I blinked at not feeling like death and gave Solomon a bleary quizzical look.

“It’s to magically help your blood levels. I can’t make something from nothing, especially in my mental state right now, but it'll keep you from dying to blood loss,” Solomon explained, giving me a guilty, apologetic, and shameful expression. He sighed and I felt like his eyes flickered for a second. “It's also to help you breathe and hopefully keep you clean.”

“Solomon. I don't like that you said that…,” I narrowed my eyes at him and shifted to try and push myself into a sitting position, yelping when my elbows buckled beneath me. Yup, still too weak to move much. 

“Don't strain yourself,” a hand planted against my shoulder to keep me down as the sorcerer looked at me with concern. He tried to give me a reassuring smile despite the obvious mental strain it was taking him to maintain control. 

Probably would have been more effective if there wasn't a slight discoloration on his face where I'd elbowed him as bruising started setting in, he hadn't literally just overpowered me, was on the verge of relapsing, and we were both covered in my own blood. In my slightly delirious state, I had to internally admit that it was quite a look.

“Sol-.”

“It's nothing you haven't handled before,” the sorcerer continued, interrupting whatever further protests or questions I had before he started reciting the now very familiar shrinking spell I’d grown accustomed to hearing from the brothers. 

Almost immediately the lightheadedness and vertigo took over, dazing me and making my vision swim. I barely registered the sensation of being lifted from the ground, my eyesight refocusing in time to see Solomon’s mouth open above me. The elongated canines that had punctured my skin minutes prior now framed the dark confines of his bloodstained jaws and the warm, shaky exhale that washed over me was saturated with the scent of iron. My heart skipped a beat.

I knew any protest or words would fall on deaf ears but as I was lifted closer to Solomon’s open mouth with his tongue extending slightly to lay over his lower teeth I couldn’t help but weakly say, “If this ends up killing me, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

There was another, sharper exhale from the sorcerer and a slight upturn at the corner of his lips before I was transferred from his palm to the slick, textured surface of his tongue, the muscle curling behind me and drawing me into his jaws. Saliva instantly soaked into my clothes as teeth lightly clicked shut behind me to leave me in darkness, able to hear and feel everything around me flex as Solomon instinctively swallowed some excess saliva.

His breathing was more noticeably ragged from within his jaws, huffing as his tongue quivered beneath me. I was confused, laying in a tired daze and wondering why nothing was moving, used to being tasted, sometimes with aggressive fervor. From the way I could feel drool pooling beneath my back I could tell that I was appealing to him, but the question of whether or not it was brought on by the Vampiritis would have to wait until later. I realized when his tongue only gingerly lapped at me a couple times before gravity began to shift that he seemed to be desperately holding himself back.

“Right,” I mumbled, letting myself slide toward the back of his throat. “Kind of attacked me.”

Solomon probably didn’t want to hurt me more.

I grunted slightly as a swallow quickly dragged me into his gullet and more hastened my descent down his esophagus, breathing restricted by the tight confines and each inhale laced with the tang of blood. Slipping past the collarbone was more constrictive and I was able to hear the sorcerer let out an exhale of relief, felt the odd sensation of being tightly hugged on all sides by peristalsis pulling me yet able to discern the sensation of him leaning forward slightly.

“I can’t tell how much of it is the Vampiritis but… this is unnervingly satisfying,” he admitted, voice resonating down to my bones in my descent. “I really hope you’ll be able to breathe. I guess I’ll find out if you don’t flail.”

There he went, mentioning breathing again. I was almost confused but as I felt the slight pressure beneath me that precluded spilling into a stomach, I realized that he quite literally had his fill of me. There wasn’t even a splash as I was forced into the organ, just slipping into a chamber of blood that I was thankful I couldn’t see. Whatever he did to my choker was allowing me to breathe, which I was thankful for considering I hadn’t exactly braced myself to hold my breath, and oddly enough each inhale was clean air instead of iron-saturated liquid. Potentially some sort of personal breathing bubble, I wasn’t exactly going to summon a light source in here.

“You’re good, Solomon,” I mustered the energy to shout up, feeling for the nearest stomach wall in the space expanded with my own blood. I tried not to think about it too much.

“Thank goodness,” Solomon let out a sigh of relief. Everything sort of sloshed around as he moved, the force of him shifting and standing up making me sink a little. “It seems eating you has tempered the bloodlust slightly. I was worried that I was going to drain you, felt like I was starving and greedy even though I feel full. Now, to get Barbatos and-.”

Solomon was interrupted by the sound of the door breaking open and slamming against the wall, Mammon’s voice shouting in a panic, “KAT!”

“Uh oh.” Solomon and I muttered at the same time.

“I assure you, this looks far worse than it is,” Solomon told Mammon, and considering how bloody and disheveled the sorcerer and my room was, I didn’t think the demon would believe that. 

All I could do was wish Solomon luck and prepare to potentially be sloshed around.

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 01. microwaved strawberries...?

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none !!

word count : 700 / 0.7k words !!

incheon, 2:53 am

“ahh im so hungry,” you grab your keys and wallet from your vanity, “i wonder what seven eleven has rn..”

this hunger pierced through your stomach, it was a craving that refused to be ignored, demanding immediate attention. you walked over to the living area to find hyunjin laying on his stomach, watching a new episode of the kdrama he’s been binging throughout the week.

“oh yeah, which filling did u want in the riceball?” you remembered his reply under your tweet

“salmon or tempura’s good, thank u love” he muttered, still focusing on the tv screen

— the nickname “love” sure is a charming term of endearment, especially coming from your childhood bsf.

“do u want me to go with u? its like pitch black outside” the blond shifted his attention onto you

“no, ill be fine, thank u tho”

“alright then, be safe” he reverted his attention back to the screen, “i dont wanna sleep hungry tonight” he says in a teasing tone

“whateverr, dont blame me if u see a bite out of your onigiri” your giggles filled the room.

you turned the doorknob and walked over to the elevator. as u neared your destination, a flicker of movement caught the corner of your eye and your curiosity piqued. you stopped in your tracks and turned toward the source of the movement. and there they were, sprawled across the rough carpet flooring of the hallway, was an uncomfy stranger, his features softened by the dim glow of the hallway lights.

“what the..” you mumbled with confusion mixed with concern, “are you alright?” you voiced, extending a hand in an offer of assistance. he blinked up at you, a mixture of exhaustion and horror reflected in his eyes.

“oh, shit, i didnt think anyone would be awake rn,” he quickly sat up, “my bad, im not homeless or anything. my roomate js has his gf over and i did not wanna third wheel..” the handsome stranger explained with weariness

a moment of silence passed between you two. in that fleeting moment, you made a decision fueled by empathy and a tinge of adventure. “well, how about.. ” you proposed, a smile creeping upon your lips. “instead of the rough, ugly floor, you sleep at my place tonight? im sure my roommate wouldnt mind”

“forreal??” his tired eyes looked up at yours.

“duh, i cant let you sleep out here, what if u get abducted??” you couldn’t let his pretty face touch the dirty ground..

“alright then, where are you going rn?” he took your hand as support to stand up, he was quite tall..

“just the store down the street, wanna come with?” now you looked up at his head.

“yeah, my treat tho, as a thank you”

4:42 am

“oohh wait” riki rummages thru the tote bag 7eleven gave you, he pulls out the pack of strawberries he bought. he approached the microwave, “do you want some?” he turned around to ask you

“depends, what are u gonna do with thrm?” you tilted your head in confusion

riki places the strawberries in a bowl and washes them thoroughly. “microwave them” you squinted your eyes and let your eyebrows frown

“microwaved strawberries…?” you were star struck, he left you speechless

“yup” with a smile, he carefully placed the bowl of red strawberries inside and set the timer. as the microwave hummed to life, riki leaned against the counter, eagerly waiting for the warm strawberries that awaited him. the soft whirring grew louder, and he watched through the transparent window, gently warming the strawberries and releasing their sweet fragrance.

“at least try it before u judge me” riki turned around with a bowl of microwaved strawberries placed in his hands, “come try some”

you got up and walked over to him. u stood in front of the microwave, the bowl of freshly microwaved strawberries in rikis palms, and skepticism + excitement settled within u. u took a strawberry from the bowl and bit a piece off, a burst of unexpected flavors met your mouth. the warmth intensified the strawberry’s sweetness and released an enchanting aroma, it almost smelled like your perfume. it was definitely a delightful surprise.

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[onevolon]

be my darling

Poe Dameron x afab!reader

word count: 563

warning: single parents au. reader has a uterus. little angst somewhere in there but actually fluffy.

part2 - masterlist

“At first, I wasn’t sure if I should come here or not. Since I break the first rule of the club… Don’t bring your child!” she joked, holding her big belly “But honestly, I need all the support I can get because I’m kind of losing my mind thinking about the future of this baby.”

Everybody nodded sympathetically.

“I planned to be fully blunt about everything, so here it goes… I’m sure you are wondering about the father. The piece of shit cheated on me, so I dumped his ass. Who could have thought it would have some consequences?”

She clearly joked when she’s uncomfortable Poe thought, smiling a little. He remembered his first time at the single parents support group. He was definitely nervous, feeling like everybody was going to judge his every decision about Shara’s life, though he was ready to defend himself. Then the others got to talking and he was shocked to realize how common his experiences were. How every parent’s joy celebrated and understood. Every challenge a parent was struggling provided with some solution by the other, even though that caused arguments among the group sometimes. It was all constructive, so helpful and Poe was immensely grateful.

“How about you, Poe? How is it going in the Dameron household?”

Hearing his name, Poe shifted on his seat.

“Honestly, it’s been ruff. Shara’s mom is keep making new demands to extend the process. It's driving me crazy... and I think she does that to make me look bad but it’s not gonna work. She did kind of stuff when we were together too and now, she drags Shara into this mess too. I’m not going to let her do that. I��m over it. Not going to give her the attention she oh so desperately craves. I have to win this case and have my child to myself… Ah, but everything is good with Shara lately. She just learned how to jump rope at her school and of course demanded I buy her one so she can teach how to her friends at home... referring to her toys. A lot of jumping, falling and slapping her shins with the rope.”

Everybody chuckled to that and oof sound was also heard.

***

“So, we have something in common.”

Poe lifted his head from the cup he was filling.

“Douchebag ex partners.” The new woman said. Poe laughed a little.

“I guess we do.”

“Oh man, is that coffee? I would kill for some right now…”

“I thought you could have some, in moderation, no?”

“I went cold-turkey when I learned about the pregnancy because I have no self-discipline. If I have some now, I’ll come back and finish the whole thing.”

“I think going cold-turkey requires serious self-discipline.”

She smiled prettily to that and Poe felt his insides turn a little.

“How do you find the group so far?”

“It’s good, I like it here. Though I think I can’t be too picky, since not many would accept a pregnant lady as a single parent. Yet.”

“And that would be ridiculous. What kind of policy is that “no child, no support”? Anyways, I can’t recommend this group enough. We all are like friends here. They really helped me through out the years. I’m sure you will like them too.”

“You know I have a feeling I will enjoy this place.” She grinned, making him smile widely.

note: you can also read it on ao3.

[smittenbyvillains]

Can you do a manipulative Valtor x reader, where he catches them in an ancient witch/ warlock library researching spells. After spying on them he realizes the want to learn both witch and fairy magic rather than committing to one. They are friends with the winx and usually hangs out with Flora. He realizes that the reader and him share something, a hunger for knowledge.

Warnings: manipulating, threats, language,

You had been always feeling a pull to both fairies and witches. You crave the knowledge of both. You were at breakfast when Flora pulled you out of your thoughts and smiled at you.

"You okay there? You seem like you were zoned out quite a bit." Flora chuckled. 'Faragonda is having a talk with all the students today for some reason." You nodded. You looked at your food. You trusted Flora but didn't want to be judged.

"Oh, I wonder why," you said. You finished your breakfast before heading to the library you found before Faragonda called everyone. You ran your fingers over the books. You didn't know what one to start out with.

Valtor was watching each Winx through his magic ball. He came across you. You were always interesting. Something about you. You did not seem like the others. You picked out a book that had some spells that witches practiced. Now he was more interested in you. You were reading and trying them as he was spying on you.

You looked around noticing the feeling of being watched. You couldn't see him watching you.

"Let's see where this goes..." Valtor muttered to himself. He stopped watching you study the spells when you headed out. You placed some books in your bag keeping them hidden. Valtor grinned to himself. He was already planning something but it would take more spying.

You met up with Winx and waited for the news Faragonda was gonna mention. Faragonda looked nervous. You hoped it was nothing bad but you just knew it had to be.

"Students, may I have your attention please," Faragonda said clearly and sternly. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her paying attention. "I have gained some news that Valtor once the most powerful wizard has escaped where he was being held. No one is leaving campus. There will be a curfew." She said. You were confused. Who was that? You and the other Winx looked at each other. You were all dismissed after.

You were on the floor reading a normal book and Flora sat on Stella's bed braiding your hair. Stella was walking around holding up her outfits deciding what to wear tomorrow. Bloom and Aisha were on the floor on their stomachs. They were on the carpet. Musa was at the desk making lyrics.

"I wonder how Valtor is," Bloom said concerned. "he must have done something bad." She added.

"Clearly, I mean he escaped the Omega prison." Aisha sighed. "That was being locked near my kingdom."

"Why would he want here?" Flora asked.

"I overheard Faragonda before talking about all the artifacts we have here. Possibly he might go after them." You shrugged. You looked up from your book.

"As long as he leaves my family alone. Although maybe that was him at my princess ball." Stella huffed. Everyone soon went to bed in their rooms. You roomed with Aisha. Once Aisha was asleep you took your bag and sneaked into that library again.

You hid in the corner of the library and continued to read. This was pulling to you. You started to learn some spells over the next few weeks. You haven't said anything as you wanted it to be a secret. One night you were in the library when you noticed someone in the library. He walked over to you.

"Now isn't this interesting... a fairy learning witch magic." He chuckled. You looked at him confused and on guard.

"Who are you?" You asked ready to transform anytime. He smirked.

"Doesn't matter right now. I see you are enjoying the book I gifted you. If you let me help you I can give you more powerful books." He offered. Although it wasn't really an offer. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Are you a creep?" You asked defensively. You stood up and throw the book at him. "I don't want your stupid book." You huffed. Valtor didn't flinch.

"No." He replied plainly. "I can't believe someone so interested in other magics would just leave an offer like this... I would have even trained you." He said. "But I guess you are going to be fine without a mentor to help you with the really powerful spells." He sighed. He walked away.

It had been a week later and you haven't seen that man. Flora noticed something was up with you but didn't say anything. You had started to notice new books on your bookshelf. Papers with writing on them appear in your room. You hated that you were drawn to them and read them. You slowly gained more power.

The one night you said good night to your friends. Aisha was at her kingdom for the time being with her parents. You were about to go to bed when you saw him. You backed away frightened. He shook his head.

"Get out of here." You said. He didn't look like he was leaving. Not without you at least. Valtor went over to you and grabbed your chin.

"You are stronger little fairy..." He muttered. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You tried to get out of his hold.

"Let me g-" You were cut off by him shutting you up with a spell. He shook his head.

"I am taking you away here. You are going to have a mentor." Valtor said. He muttered a spell that made you pass out. He picked you up in his arms and walked into the portal and placed you on the couch. He waited for you to wake up again.

When you came to it you looked around confused. Valtor was in a chair across from you and was reading a book. You sat up and were scared. He looked up from his book and smiled. "You're awake. I was getting worried." He said. He stood up and leaned down to the height on the couch.

"Why am I here..." You said. He smiled at you.

"I am your mentor now for the magic of the witches. I am your perfect mentor because I know all the knowledge and I can give it to you.."

"Who are you....." You muttered.

"Valtor, my dear and I know who you are." You had wide eyes staring at him.

"You-you"

"Yes. I escaped. Thanks to a few minions but now it's time for you to get attention. You want that, don't you? To freely use both magics." You nodded. He grinned. "Great. Now let's get started."

[doodleferp]

After reading the latest post now I really need a picture where Vash asks Ari if she would still love him as a wam🪱 💖 also what would Vashs giant wam form look like? Would he have the same colors as other wams or does he have colouration unique to himself? P. S if his wam part is white he would be known as the great white wam! ( moby dick reference/joke lol)

I’m gonna be completely honest, here. I’m really not feeling the worm AU. I don’t really feel like making a new AU at the moment and I frankly don’t even know where I would start with that. But seeing as I just got a BUNCH of asks about the worm au, I’m still gonna answer them with what little I can.

I have NO idea what worm Vash would look like. That’s why I didn’t draw him in the previous ask. But I DO think that his arm would not grow back, nor would he get a skeletal replacement. His arm is just gone. Completely gone. He may be able to regenerate as a PLANT, but that arm’s not coming back.

I don’t play Zelda but I get the idea. I have no idea what the worm ecosystem is like because we know so little about them in-universe. It doesn’t seem like No Man’s Land is capable of producing water or flora, so I can’t clearly answer this one. But I’m willing to bet that judging by the scarcity of fauna and flora large enough to sustain worms of that size…yeah, I’m not entirely sure that the worms aren’t looking to each other as a main food source.

Vash doesn’t seem like he really NEEDS to eat or drink anything in general…more like he wants to eat something because he’s craving it at the moment. And given his size, there really wouldn’t be anywhere for him to hide except in the sand. At least he doesn’t have to worry about running around anymore…

No. No, he wouldn’t.

Honestly, judging from what you sent me, it sounds like you’re CRAZY about this concept and you’ve given it a TON of love and thought. So why not try to develop it yourself? You sound like you’d be willing to give it much more time and attention than I would — and if you were ever brave enough to DM me, I’d be happy to be a sounding board for you to bounce ideas off of. Getting all these Vash and Ari asks are what helped me get back into Trigun recently. I’m glad to pay it back where I can.

Anyway, that’s my piece. I’m not feeling the worm AU at all, and with all due respect I don’t really wanna answer any more asks about it. Thank you.

I’ll still think about that little doodle though. That’s cute as frick.

[kawaiisakura143]

Love Ain't a Science (Egon Spengler x Sakura Rosas)

(The inner kpoppie in me wants to use this song & I don't know if it's just me, but this feels like a confession song towards the stubborn yet oblivious scientist.)

✿

It was a regular day at the firehouse; calls kept flooding in & out, but it didn't stop Sakura from enjoying the little bit of peace she had for herself. While Peter, Ray & Winston are out on a bust, Janine is having a date with Louis. All that is left in the firehouse is Sakura in the main lobby, organizing files & Egon tinkering down in the lab. Sakura had her headphones on listening to music as her way to motivate her to work. A song started playing that reminded her of a certain scientist. She hums through the song as she walks toward the filing cabinet to file some paperwork.

Why do you keep studying me?

You are no Einstein

Why do you measure angles?

This is no sine or cosine

She begins to sing along to the song as she continues to organize heading back & forth to the desk to pick up manila folders & paperwork swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song.

Pushing and pulling

That's not quite my style

If you're gonna give up in the middle

You'd better stay away from my heart

Sakura was having the time of her life singing & dancing to herself, giving herself a mini-concert; after all, there was no one there to judge her...or maybe she spoke too soon.

You think too much, that's your problem

Being stuck in your head will do no good (no good)

Quit wasting time measuring angles, finding answers

Better make a move

Down at the lab, Egon became a bit frustrated at his work of trying to upgrade the PKE meter, so it could pick up even higher levels of psycho-kinetic energy. Egon sighed in frustration, he lifted up his glasses & pitches the of his nose trying to calm himself down from the frustration. He began to look around the lab then a tiny idea popped up in his head as he starts to crave for something sweet...'Maybe a Twinkie won't hurt' he thought as he left the lab to head upstairs. As Egon finally reached upstairs he spotted the empty reception desk that confused him for a minute then saw Sakura coming back singing with her headphones on while holding a folder in her hand like a prop, he just stared at her in confusion but then confusion turned into amusement as he quietly stared at Sakura "performing" to what supposedly an imaginary audience.

🎶Love ain't a science, don't need no license

The more you sit there thinking, it's a minus

Don't try to be a genius, why so serious?

Follow your heart (Ooh-ah)

Let your heart lead you, what you, what you waiting for?🎶

Egon's eyes widen as well as a sudden shade of pink appears on his cheeks as he hears Sakura singing he was shocked on how magnificent her singing was, but something else caught his attention 'Is this song about me? Is she singing about me?' He immediately became observant as he watched Sakura dancing to the song, he seems so mesmerized of what’s happening in front him.

🎶You got a crush on me

You're gonna fall for me

Theory is no good when it comes to love

It's all useless, uh-huh🎶

As Sakura still had her headphones on not even noticing that Egon was just standing there watching her sing & dance to the song just having the time of her life when she thought that she was all alone in the lobby.

🎶Rather than Mr. Know, all Genius Einstein

More like a bulldozer Curious Frankenstein

Charge forward, clumsy yet fascinating

Straight away, push hard rush, got a crush on me🎶

Egon quietly leaned himself against the filing cabinet as he continued to watch Sakura sing & dance in front still unsure if the song is about him or not. He was distracted on what’s happening in front of him, he forgot why he came up upstairs for.

🎶Why don't you know it's fun 'cause the answer's missing

Why don't you know it's exciting 'cause the answer's unknown

Let our love be like having a screw loose (Let our love be like having a screw)

Like a fool who knows only one and nothing else🎶

As Sakura was singing the bridge of the song she gracefully spun from the corner of her eye she spotted a figure standing there. She quickly stopped her movements & took off her headphones seeing Egon watching from the filing cabinet, her eyes widened in shock & the color immediately drained from her face of embarrassment…was he watching her the whole time? “D-Dr. S-Spengler…uhhh what a surprise…I didn’t hear or see you come in, s-sorry f-for m-my unprofessionalism. I thought I was alone &…umm I’ll get back to work I-I’m so sor-” "You have a very nice larynx & ethnochoreology, you seem like you enjoy the act of performance." Egon interrupted Sakura's stammering as he tried to calm her down from her almost having a breakdown by complementing her singing & dance moves. "O-Oh...w-well...thank you, Dr. Spengler, anyways I should finish up with these files...umm...is there anything I can help you with? Since you're up here.." Sakura spoke up as she grabbed a stack of manila folders left on the front desk & took them to the filing cabinet. Egon stared at Sakura still trying to figure out if the song she was singing was about him, but he didn't want to bring it up since it would add more embarrassment for her...the clear image of Sakura singing & dancing was now stuck in his brain that he would never forget. "Umm...Dr. Spengler? E-Egon? Is everything oki?." Egon quickly snaps out of his trance & looks down at Sakura with a sly smile "My apologies for spacing out, just wanted to check if you're doing well that's all. I'll be in the lab if you need anything." Egon slowly turns around then heads back down to the lab as he continues to process what he has witnessed.

Love ain't a science (Mm-mm) (Ah)

Need no license (Mm-mm)

Learn more about me, 'bout me (Ooh-ah)

Already enough, you know 'bout me (Oh, woah)

Egon smiles then lets out chuckles as he can't get over how Sakura danced & sang that song that is now stuck in his head, the whole ordeal that happened made him find Sakura quite adorable. He sighed as he slowly went back to tinkering with the PKE meter, back upstairs Sakura was now sitting down with her head down at the front desk contemplating her existence of embarrassing herself in front of the scientist. She sighs as she slowly pulls her head up & took a glance at the clock, she begins to replay what just happened then something stuck out to her...that smile...was he smiling at her? She blushes furiously as she screams on the inside, this is the first time she ever saw Egon smile let alone at her...does this mean something...I mean the song kind of fits the vibe of the oblivious scientist. She lightly slams her head against the desk then slowly picks her head up then slowly stands to continue finishing her job at the now quiet firehouse.

Love ain't a science, don't need no license (Oh baby)

The more you sit there thinking, it's a minus (Minus)

Don't try to be a genius, why so serious? (Ooh yeah)

Follow your heart (Ooh-ah)

Let your heart lead you, what you, what you waiting for?

✿

(Well that was fun & I guess a little out of character for Egon, but still fun I had fun writing this^-^)

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

You promised - Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Fluff, swear words, suicide attempt, self-harm, blood, drowning

Gender Neutral Y/n

(You have no permission to repost this or translate this on any other platform.)

(A/N: This is my first post so dont judge but I always have my requests open unless I say I dont. I'm open to a lot of things and I will be happy to write whatever you guys desire! I'll try to update as much as I can)

"Babe I'll be on a mission and ill come home tomorrow! Love you detka!" Wanda yelled before boarding the quinjet.

"Ok baby be safe. Love you!" I yelled back to her. I then quickly go back to my room after saying goodbye to my girlfriend.

I felt empty. I felt too tired to do anything. I felt too fat. Why would Wanda ever get in a relationship with me? She deserves so much better then me.

I want to feel something I thought to my self. I quickly get off mine and Wanda's shared bed and head to the bathroom. I go into my closet to find my razor blade I've been hiding.

I quickly found it and I touched the blade. It was dull. I then quickly ran into the bedroom and went into my things. Wanda knows not to go through my things other wise I get pissed. So I know Wanda hasn't found my other blades.

I then found my sharpest blade and sliced my finger a little bit. A cut was forming where I had dragged the blade on my finger. I felt a stinging sensation that I craved more of. I quickly got excited and ran into the bathroom. I then sat my self in the tub and started filling it up with water to drown my self if the blade wasn't doing enough.

I then started dragging the blade on my arms and legs. Making deep cuts in my skin that started bleeding almost instantly. I love this feeling.

I know Wanda will grieve but she will get over my death quickly right? I know Wanda could do so much better than me. She'll move on and forget me and live a happy life right?

Before I knew it I started feeling dizzy. But I didn't care I kept dragging the blade across my skin making more countless cuts on my body. I then focused on the water and seeing it was crimson red made me feel guilt inside for leaving Wanda. But it was too late.

Maybe I didn't wanna die. But I couldn't care at the moment and then dropped the blade in the water making it float around. And whenever it made contact with my body it made a cut.

I then sunk my head under the water letting the void consume me with open arms greeting me already.

Wanda's pov:

When I left the compound for my mission with Y/n's sister, Natasha, Tony, and Steve. I had a bad feeling something was gonna happen. But I ignored and believe it was me being paranoid for leaving Y/n home. But I just couldn't shake the feeling.

We were about to arrive at a abandoned Hydra base to get some files when all of a sudden we got an emergency alert from FRIDAY.

"Sir Miss Dahlia is in need of medical attention." said the voice that echoed.

"What do you mean FRIDAY?" asked Stark. I didn't have to look in their minds to see worry etched on their faces. Especially mine and Natasha's.

"It seems like Miss Dahlia is attempting suicide." echoed the voice.

Thats all it took for my world to crumble. My heart felt like it was shattered into a thousand pieces. Maybe even more than that.

"Turn the jet around Tony! My sister is dying so you better move your ass and head back to the compound as quickly as we can go!" screamed your sister Natasha.

Tony stood there frozen but then quickly snapped back into reality when your sister screamed at him.

He then started turning the jet around while me and Natasha were just crying and Steve had tears in his eyes but he tried to comfort us. Knowing that it wouldn't work but still tried.

We were on the other side of the country in Las Vegas while Y/n was in New York. It would be about an hour flight since the jet could go faster then anything I've ever seen and I've never been more relieved for it than this situation.

"FRIDAY alert everyone in the compound about the situation and bring her to med bay" I commanded FRIDAY.

"I have already alerted them Miss Maximoff."

For most of the way back to New York were just sounds of mine and Natasha's sobs and Steve's and Tony's little sniffles here and them.

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When we arrived at the compound I dashed out of the jet and headed straight for med bay.

I then saw Maria, Fury, Bucky, Sam. and Clint standing outside the doors that led to a room. Which I assume leads to were Y/n is getting help from Dr. Cho and Bruce.

"Let me in!" I shouted at them.

"Wanda they're operating on her." said Bucky and was then interrupted by Sam.

"Its gonna be a while since they just started operating on her get some rest Wanda. And you also Natasha." Sam said as Natasha just arrived.

I knew there was no point in arguing since all of them would get hurt if I used my powers. My powers sometimes depend on my emotions. And at the moment I think if I use a little I'll lose control and hurt everyone in the room and maybe hurt Y/n.

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There will def be a part too bc why not just for the sakes of your hearts.

Until Next time darlings!

[nekonokimochi]

十気持ち

さぁー

Here we go again. This goes out to the pick me bitch that's self loathing is so bad it loops back to being their only good feature. You filter so hard cause you can't hide a personality that ugly. Assuming every guy you've interacted with was into you? Literally nobody sees you the way you do. The audacity to be treated special when you make everyone else know they're in last place. Can't book a fucking day off but you can find your way to tiptoe round the tulips. You think I don't see your subtle pick me behaviour? Bitch everyone's got big boobs, you're not special. How is someone gonna own that anyway? Not like you got the thing waist. Your family call you a sloth cause you expect all the work to come your way. Pretending to be working class when you're clearly rich, fucking hate people like you. Crying your white tears so you can be accepted and go to sleep in your massive house, cosplaying like you take small steps like the rest of us. Always the uwu and never the rage. Always the know it all and never the known. You're so basic your name is average. You're so mental absorbed your name is even male. How you gonna friendcest and call yourself a girl's girl? I can cut every motherfucker off and you don't think I won't do the same to you? I'll make you feel so alone you wish people DID pick you. It's always you you you. Always the last word. Hitting on other people's partners isn't the flex you think it is, who taught you to be such a whore? Imagine being so self absorbed that you ask you friend who's mourning to do all the stressful shit and then have the audacity to say 'aw it was so stressful, but fun' like fuck you. I'm a dirty fighter and I'll make it sure you wished you didn't breath this morning. I could make you wake every day with the darkest wish in the brightest sun. I wish that every second of every moment you feel people's eyes on you, and you beg and plead and grovel that you hadn't demanded this attention.

I will give you the attention you so crave, and I will bask in the tears you will shed.

And to the other motherfucker. You're called an asshole once and you haven't got the independent thinking to crawl out of that self fulfilling prophecy? You think you can sneak around, be dishonest for no good reason and expect that burden of truth isn't going to crush you? We will be the judge and jury and when we wait for your testimony, I will scrutinise you to the point of no return. Always number two and never first place. Now you've finally gotten it. Number one douchebag. So disappointing you couldn't use your "egotistical hardworking intelligent" brain to make decisions for yourself and to walk away from the titles given to you. It's like you were so desperate not to live in your brother's shadow, you found the furthest cliff and jumped; and dived into the sea of assholery. Why are you so prideful? You couldn't even succeed at the gym. Wow your shoulders are so wide, have you ever considered being of normal appearance? I don't blame you for low self-esteem, I'd cry if I woke up looking like you. You're so aggravating and delusional frankly, trying to protect someone who threw you under the bus the moment she could. Whats it like, chasing a smell and it's the shit you didn't wipe? You love to piss everyone off, but you'll always defend her... You cringe aw uwu but that's all you'll do for her. And all of this in front of your ex? You're all crazy. What is wrong with white people? They just always think that love is inescapable. Like the rest of us, learn to fucking get over it. Disney adults need a push off the top of the castle.

You're both awful, and should I ever need to, I hope you both prepare yourselves. Because I will absolutely make it known how I feel about you both, and what your position is in life.

This was a shitty entry but I couldn't sleep.

[lemonflowercat]

75 soft: day 10

[] morning walk/run or yoga x6/w

skipped. when A is off from work somehow my mornings get more chaotic and stressful? it might be something to do with the extra cuddle hours in bed, or having to make breakkie for two. i want to figure out how to make these mornings feel less chaotic.

[x] meditate x at least 15min every afternoon

i'm gonna check this off, not because i meditated but because my therapy session was super intense today and i think that fills my introspection quota for the day. i cried for the first time in a session and it was uncomfortable af, i made sure not to cry too much though - lol, i hate expressing strong emotions around people (except A and N, of course). it was exhausting.

i can never express how grateful i am for therapy. firstly, it's so expensive, and it truly feels like a privilege that i get to do this every week. second, my therapist is an angel. her empathy feels genuine and so...spontaneous, you know? it's surprising honestly, because i always imagined their reactions to be very calculated (with good reason of course). i love the way she teaches theories, i've always loved the intellectualization of emotions. and she's also very efficient and professional, which is something i greatly admire in people.

my biggest learning in therapy is just sitting with emotions. i've come to truly appreciate the meaning of that - it's plain and simple sitting. not fighting it, not rationalising it, not judging it. just watching, almost clinically, the distinct energy patterns moving around inside me. it's crazy how emotions have such a physical manifestation. they're not just a buzz in my head, but things i can feel all over my body if i really pay attention. //forever in awe of the human experience//

[] study 42h/w: 34h 30m to go

skipped because apparently studying never gets done w A around? jk. it was one of those days where a lot of things around the house got done, like grocery-shopping, cleaning and stuff. super busy and tiring but hella productive day. i had a hard time turning of the you-should-be-studying voice in my head, i had to keep reminding her that these are things that need to get done and we should just accept it and go with the flow.

[x] evening wxo x6/w

super sweaty 40m pilates.

[x] [x] [x] 1 raw veggie or a fruit x3 meals

- salad from yesterday. i love how colourful my lunch is

A has diarrhea so i made him a curd rice bowl, served w a dry fruit pickle and a brinjal pickle. this Goan brinjal pickle is my absolute (probably only) favourite pickle ever.

i actually ate a lot of curd today hehe. it's gotten pretty hot and after my wxo especially, my brain was literally craving a bowl of curd. it's so cooling + probiotic benefits, oof! think this is an aspect of food that i forgot to mention earlier in my vision board post - food is medicine. in my every day life it's easy to forget how much of an impact it has on my body. this is another thing that pushes me to making better food choices - this is something i give myself every.fkn.day. imagine the power it holds over my health! i also want to incorporate more of this aspect in my cooking - it's not just about what tastes good, but also the little things like raw fibrous veggies for better gut health, a pinch of hing in my dal to counter lentil-bloat, pepper and ginger to max my digestive juices, mint for cooling down my tummy. cooking with these things in mind makes me feel very witch-y hahaha and i absolutely love it!

- ok not entirely raw, but minimally cooked - the radish tops from yesterday's farm bounty! i had to cook them because they're super fibrous - sauteed with some garlic and nigella seeds. they have the same radish-like pungency. not super delicious (i'm not the biggest fan of radish), but v healthy :3

- went to pickup groceries today and discovered cherries are in season (':

[x] 1400cal x6/week

this makes me very happy!

[x] progress picture/day x6/w

[x] 2.5L of water/day

[x] brush before bed

[x] no media consumption (one movie/d allowed) - for freezes and PMS days

A made me watch a Mr. Beast video on YT ahahahaha. yep, i get why this guy is a big deal but i couldn't help but be lowkey disgusted by the entertainment industry.

[ortizselene]

Something had dissolved between them— the awkwardness, the stilted hello's and clipped answers, but still so much uncertainty lay between them.

Confusion, and difficult feelings.

Difficult feelings that weren't just magically disappearing.

But Selene will take complicated over nothing; she'll take complicated over silence, dull, droll questions about each other's work experience.

Because. She did want to hear about Kieran's career— she wanted to hear about every conference and promotion. But Selene longed for it to be light. Peppered with laughter, and not just because their parents had pushed them together at lunch and he felt obligated to exchange information with her.

The drinks. Smiles. Jokes. Those felt good. It felt like a blurring between past and present.

Kieran selects the filet sliders, mushrooms as an accompaniment, and, to the delight of Selene, a side of pomme frites as well.

Something warm glows inside her chest.

Selene seizes her fork, hovers over the beets in surprise when Kieran flags their server's attention at the last moment.

'Oh, and - could we do two more of the Black Tie Margaritas, please?'

The high crawl of her eyebrows.

'It’s your first day,'

"Honestly?"

Selene wraps her fingers around the glass, brings the rim up to her lips with a languid shrug.

"You don't even need to explain."

Who the fuck would judge Kieran, for how he chose to handle his day. Meetings, packed into every minute of his day, emails, interviews, emails, Howard fucking Kennedy demanding explanations.

What was a drink or two at lunch?

Selene thought about drinking, or doing something else to cope; she clung to excessive exercise, her rabidly followed routines, rigid rules, but sometimes she just wanted to drink herself into a puddle. Because. Well.

In a few months she would be doing the worst thing she'll ever do, and she would be doing in white lace.

Wasn't it natural to crave a drink, once you'd realized you were betraying yourself?

( She looks at Kieran, and the high, handsome slope of his nose, that stormy blue shade of his eyes, and thinks with a terrible wonder if she was somehow betraying him too. If he saw it that way. )

Those kind of questions pique her nausea and despair.

"Anyways-" Selene gives her drink a jolly little shake, jostling the ice cubes inside the glass. "I have not backslid so far that two drinks are gonna render me inebriated at work."

A beat.

A grin.

"Some of us maintained their collegiate skills."

She spears a beet, takes a delicate bite.

"Don't say that."

Kieran couldn’t help but notice the inflection in her voice. Was she just panicked about aging, the same way mostly everyone in their late twenties felt? Was it … something else?

It had been ten years since they’d first met. What did the next ten years have in store for them? Maybe they’d reconnect by then. For real, that time. Maybe this marriage to Kane would somehow make them closer, and they could go back to being best friends.

Hah.

She smiled at him, softly, gently, after mentioning that they were the future. There was something familiar in that smile, something that brought him back to sharing meals in the mess hall. They used to really believe that. Did she still believe it? The more time went on, the more Kieran was afraid he was doomed to become just like his father.

Kieran could probably devour the roast meal on his own, but he was set on the filet sliders. Selene ordered her pomme frites, and he had to hide the small smile that was forming on the edges of his mouth.

It was Kieran’s turn next.

“I’ll have the filet sliders, please. Medium rare, with a side of sauteed mushrooms, and … pomme frites for me, too. Please. Thank you.”

Kieran relinquished his menu to the server, but before they left, he had another request.

“Oh, and - could we do two more of the Black Tie Margaritas, please?” Kieran held up his drink, smiling politely at the server. “Thanks.” He took a sip, looking at Selene. Well. Maybe she wouldn’t be interested in another drink, and she was under no obligation to have it, really. But - why the fuck not? She was marrying into the Kennedy family. She was about to experience a completely different type of hell now. She got to have Howard Kennedy as her boss and father in law.

And then the server was off. Kieran poured some of the dressing on the side over his salad.

“It’s your first day," Kieran said, offering a sheepish explanation for why he'd just ordered them another round of drinks.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 81a

*Warning - Adult Content*

Damien Clarke chuckled bitterly.

If another person took take him for kid who's in need of babysitter again, Damien was going to lose it.

"No thank you," Damien refused sharply. 

"I don't need a babysitter," he said disdainfully.

Craig narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow raised.

"You want us to get back together, right? So, this is your chance to make it possible," he informed him.

Damien was stunned.

There, he was certain that he had just experienced an auditory hallucination.

He replayed Craig's words in his head, still amazed by them.

He refused to believe that there was a possibility that his relationship with Craig could still be a thing since Craig had just handed him his key.

Damien was sure that if Craig was seriously thinking about giving him a second chance, he would never have given him the key back.

When Damien offered a copy of the key to his apartment, it had been a meaningful moment for their relationship and Craig was aware of it.

It had been a way for Damien to show Craig that he was serious about their relationship and though at that time it was a little too early for him for the two to move in together, offering a copy of his key was a big step towards a future dwelling together.

Despite his reluctance to believe that Craig would think about getting back with him, Damien's naivety and hope got the upper hand.

"Really?" Damien stammered. 

"You would take me back? After everything?" he hesitated in a very small voice.

Craig shrugged nonchalantly.

"Maybe," Craig said. 

"But it's clear that I'll have no want in getting back together if you stay in the state that you're right now."

Damien wanted to believe that Craig did want to give him a second chance but he wasn't convinced.

He felt that his ex was only giving him false hope as a mean to motivate him to take care of himself.

Despite that, Damien managed to put his doubts aside and fool himself into the illusion of a possible future with Craig though his instinct told him quite the opposite.

Craig's indifference toward him had fueled a craving for attention that Damien was now demanding from his ex-boyfriend.

Having Craig's company for a few days didn't seem like such a bad thing and Damien himself was amazed that it didn't bother him, which was interesting since he wanted to be left alone not too long ago.

He hoped that Craig would understand him, sympathize with him and notice the efforts he was going to make to get better and thus get back with him.

It was the perfect scenario in Damien's head.

A little too perfect that Damien himself was aware that half the wishes were unlikely to come true.

"Okay," Damien agreed in a weak voice. 

"I'm gonna get some clothes."

"No, I'll take care of it," Craig informed him. 

"Anyway, I have to take my things too. Run yourself a bath and while you wash up, I'll pack your suitcase."

Damien had no choice but to admit that being taken care of was heartwarming, hence why he didn't resist.

"Okay but let me clean the carpet in the living room. There's..."

"Damien, go take a bath," Craig interjected, gently placing his hand back on Damien's cheek. 

"I'll take care of the rest."

Damien stared longingly at his ex-lover, touched by his attention and tenderness.

He nodded slightly and did as Craig instructed him by filling his tub as Craig left the bathroom.

As he waited for the water to reach a certain level in the tub, Damien's thoughts were completely gunning his head, which did nothing to alleviate his headache.

He hoped that this bath would do him a lot of good and that he could find a way to more or less relax.

Damien stopped the flow of water when he judged the tub was full enough for his liking.

He added body soap to the water, undressed and took a sitting position in the tub.

The feel of the warm water on his skin was pleasant and Damien let out a relaxed sigh.

The last time he'd taken a bath was two or three days ago, Damien himself wasn't quite sure.

Taking a shower was the last of his worries, especially since he barely put his nose outside.

Damien lost track of time by dint of losing himself completely in his intrusive thoughts.

He didn't know how long he had been in the tub but he figured it couldn't have been too long since Craig hadn't come to get him out of the tub, as he would've been tired of waiting.

Damien drained the water from the tub and stood up.

He opened the hose installed above his head and rinsed himself off with the water pouring on his head.

Clean and wet, Damien grabbed the towel hanging on the bar of the shower before stepping out of the tub.

He covered his lower body with the towel and brushed his teeth.

Then Damien sped into his bedroom, dried himself off and dressed up before going to the living room where he suspected Craig was.

Indeed, the head nurse was sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone.

On the ground next to his foot were two black bags and Damien immediately recognized his.

The other was the one Craig had brought with him.

Out of curiosity, Damien took a quick glance at the carpet that was now clean as new.

Sensing Damien's presence, Craig looked up and his gaze fell on Damien, who had remained still, embarrassed.

He felt oddly self-conscious and he felt like Craig was judging him.

"Ready?" Craig asked, eyeing Damien Clark up and down.

Damien nodded and watched Craig stand up and grab the two bags lying on the floor.

He handed Damien his bag which he took in an awkward silence that made Damien even more uncomfortable.

Unfortunately for him, this silence would persist until he arrived at Craig's apartment where the two men barely exchanged a few words.

The only points the ex-lovers discussed were the sleeping accommodation. Damien wasn't in the least surprised when Craig informed him that he would be staying in the guest room for the duration of his stay.

Damien hadn't raised any questions about such an accommodation because he didn't think it was important at the moment.

Craig and him weren't together anymore so there was no reason for them to sleep in the same bed.

Damien already deemed himself lucky that Craig would consider taking him back even though he felt that deep inside Craig wasn't.

After settling into the guest room, Damien stretched out on the bed, taking no time to fall asleep.

When Craig came to wake him up some time later announcing that the supper he had cooked was ready, Damien didn't know how long he had slept.

When he glanced at his phone, he realized he had slept for about an hour.

A dead silence reign at supper but the excellent food Craig had prepared made up for the lack of noise and discussion.

Damien couldn't remember the last time he had eaten this well.

His diet for some time now had consisted of fast-food deliveries and there were days when he wouldn't eat at all.

Once again, Damien was touched by the attention Craig was giving him.

He warmly thanked him for the food with a sincere faint smile before returning to his room and resuming where he had left it with his sleep.

The next day, Damien woke up without a headache, which hadn't happened for a long time.

It took him a moment before he realized he wasn't in his room.

The memories from yesterday didn't take long to appear in his head as he got up from the bed and made his way to Craig's bathroom.

He emptied his bladder and then headed for the kitchen.

Craig was sitting at the table, focused on the screen of his iPad, a mug in his hand.

Damien joined him and took a seat on the opposite side of the table, facing his ex.

Noticing Damien's arrival, Craig greeted him before getting up and going next to the oven.

Damien, feeling embarrassed, lowered his head and gazed distantly at his hands.

He hoped that he would quickly regain the sense of comfort he felt when he was around Craig, otherwise he dreaded a long and boring cohabitation with his ex.

"Here." Craig's voice caused Damien to lift his head.

In front of him stood Craig with a mug in his hand which he offered him.

"Thank you," Damien said, taking the cup in Craig's hand.

The cup contained coffee and Damien knew that Craig had made it exactly the way he liked it.

Two milks, four sugars.

This was yet another gesture that warmed Damien's heart.

"How are you feeling?" Craig asked, as he sat on his chair.

Damien took a sip of his coffee which burned his lips, just the way he liked it.

"Good," he said.

The two men continued to sip their coffee in a silence that was just as uncomfortable as yesterday.

Damien avoided his ex's gaze and put an exaggerated focus on the mug in his hands.

"Listen Damien, there's something I need to tell you," Craig suddenly announced.

Damien immediately positioned himself in a caution mode for whatever Craig was going to reveal to him.

He had already sensed that his ex-lover wasn't telling him everything and Damien was getting ready for Craig to tell him that he didn't really mean it when he said he was thinking about giving him another chance.

[diamondmooniii]

People's first impression of you

1 - 3

n o t e : this reading is about how others perceive you, nothing to do with who you actually are necessarily. I may do a part two about how your friends and family see you, so let me know what you think.

Enjoy the reading!

p i l e 1

[the moon - the fool rx - justice rx]

People may think that you're very dreamy and have an "out of this world" vibe based on your appearance or style. They may think that you're very pretty but always seem to have your mind somewhere else, like you're not truly present or even paying attention to what's in front of you.

You may be seen as someone who doesn't like to take risks, someone that prefers to do things a certain way and doesn't want to do it differently. Someone who stays in their comfort zone and doesn't want to expand, branch out or take any new opportunities out of being comfortable now, leading you to being a conformist. They think you don't like spontaneity and prefer to have everything planned and under your control.

They may think that you're very controlling and have a fickle sense of morality and justice. You may have a resting bitch face and that leads them to think that you're not trustworthy or that you're judging them in your mind, even if that's not the case and you're being genuinely nice with them. Thinking that you may betray them and stab their back if they're not paying much attention.

They may think you're very feminine or that you may embody your feminine energy and people can notice that. They may notice by looking at your face, specially your eyes, that you've gone through a lot of shit in your life, that you have overcome some really dark challenges but that you came out on top, becoming a renewed version of who you once were.

p i l e 2

[three of swords rx - ace of wands - four of cups rx - ace of cups rx]

Just by looking at you people may get the vibe that you've been betrayed before, that someone you trusted deeply hurt you in the past but that you were able to overcome this and find yourself a new sense of stability in your life. They see you definitely grew from this. I feel like for some of you, they see you as an artist (some of you may be). They definitely feel inspired by you since you were able to transform your pain and scars into beauty and creativity and allowed that to add value to others while healing yourself.

For others, it feels like strangers see you as someone who lacks structure and stability in your life, but specially when it comes to dealing with your emotional side. They may see that you repress your emotions, leading them to overflow in the most inopportune times. They may also see you as someone who needs and wants help or craves to receive something/a certain treatment from others, but when you don't receive it, you get upset (that you're spoiled, basically) or that you want a certain thing but then someone offers it to you, you reject it or don't feel like it's good enough, so they may see you as bratty or someone that's really hard to please.

They may also see you as controlling and as someone who likes to keep people under your control, that you keep certain people in your life and even close to you just because they might come in handy in the future.

p i l e 3

[ace of cups rx, the emperor rx, three of swords]

People may think you have a really strong energy and they may perceive you as mysterious. You may be really hard to read for others, but they can definitely feel the intense energy you emanate.

They can't really see anything about you at first glance, but they may think that this intense energy comes from a controlling nature, probably due to past betrayals and a lot of repressed emotions.

They may see you as someone who is misunderstood and whose potential and talent has been ignored for some reason.

They may perceive that you need to relax, take a step back and let things unfold instead of feeling pressured or pressuring others so that things come out perfect.

They may think you're a perfectionist, and not gonna lie, they may feel intimidated by you because they'll get to the conclusion that you'll never see them or what they do as good enough for you/to be around you. They may even tell you to chill and to let things flow, that being hard on yourself will get you nowhere.

They definitely think you work hard for your goals, but that you need to calm down and allow things to flow instead of controlling the stream.

m a s t e r l i s t

[littledemondani]

Alright, so my nasty little mind keeps thinking about Eddie’s jealous streak with the reader over Jason. What if he craves more public, risky sex?

he definitely does! this turned out way longer than i intended it to, so it'll be under a cut sdkfh sorry not sorry! this is set in the all mine verse, btw.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, jealous!eddie, cheating, light light smut towards the end

word count: 1k

it isn't something he's genuinely proud of - being jealous. he knew going into this that jason was your boyfriend, and had been for about seven months before your meetup in his van. the more time he spent with you, the more he got to know you and your interests, he soon realized that you and jason had nothing in common except for running in the same social circle.

you loved art, cheesy horror films, spending your weekends reading rather than going out and getting wasted, astronomy, the cure, joy division, sex pistols, wearing ripped jeans with a semi-baggy shirt when you weren't donned in your cheer uniform. eddie will never forget when you first told him you had read lord of the rings, how your face lit up with happiness and relief that he wasn't going to judge you for it. "ahh, i'm so glad i finally have someone to talk about it with!" you had said, breaking out into a wide grin. "seriously, jason would never let me talk about it."

he felt anger bubbling up within him. how could your boyfriend not listen to you talk about your interests? or at least show some kind of semblance that he even cared about them. he already knew jason didn't deserve you, but after hearing that, it solidified that thought even more.

that same anger kept popping up as the days, weeks, and months went on, growing stronger in intensity. the day he saw jason kiss you outside of mr. whitley's class he had to physically stop himself from marching over there and shoving him into the wall. he hated the thought of jason's lips being anywhere on you, but to actually see it, had his head spinning with rage. later in the day, when he saw you before hellfire, he made sure to kiss you until you were absolutely fucking breathless. "what was that for?" you asked, your chest slightly heaving as you gazed up at him with those pretty eyes that made his heart skip a beat. "just missed you today. that's all," he replied, giving you a cheeky grin.

he had tried to contain the green-eyed monster that had taken residence inside of him. tried to keep it from coming out and doing something completely rash. but the monster was stronger than he was.

you had walked by him in the hallway on your way to geometry, all smiles as you laughed with one of the girls on the cheer squad, but that isn't what caught his attention. it was jason's letterman jacket draped over your shoulders, swallowing your frame practically whole and your hands barely poking out through the sleeves. he lost sight of everything around him. his hearing got fuzzy, vision became blurry, the persistence, nagging voice of the green-eyed monster telling him to do something about it.

and he did.

he went up to you, with your friend still by your side, and asked if he could speak to you. the look your friend gave him was one that he was sure, if looks could kill, he would drop dead on the floor, but he didn't give a shit. you stuttered a bit, unsure of what to say or why he was being so bold to approach you when he hadn't done so before. "y-yeah, what's going on?" you settled with, clearing your throat as you shifted on your heels. "is it about our test in english?"

thank god the two of you shared at least one class together.

"it is," he said. "can we go somewhere, i dunno, private?"

"she's not going anywhere with you, freak," your friend bit back, grabbing your arm as if letting you go with him would end up with you being murdered.

"sarah, chill. it's okay," you reassured, releasing your arm from her grasp. "he's not gonna fucking kill me."

the minute the two of you entered the library, his lips were on you, marking their claim against your own lips, cheek, neck. it was completely empty, and would be for the next hour. he walked you to the back section of the library, pushing you up against one of the bookshelves.

"eddie," you gasped. "what's going o-"

"do you know how fucking difficult it is for me to look at you wearing his jacket?" he groaned, his large hand cupping your neck to make you look up at him. "when it should be mine on you instead?"

the feral glint behind his brown eyes make them appear a lot darker than what they are. in any other circumstance, with any other person, you would've cowered under the intensity. not be overcome with the liquid fire burning of arousal. "that's what this is about?" you raised a brow at him quizzically. "are you jealous, eddie?"

he's taken aback by your question. it was one thing for him to know that he was, but for you to now know it too? he supposes maybe it was only a matter of time before that happened, considering he had done a shit job of keeping it to himself, especially now. "and if i am?"

you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his free hand and reached underneath your dress. he gasped softly at the feel of your panties already being soaked through. "then i'd say it's pretty hot," you mewled, gazing up at him mischievously.

eddie pushed your panties to the side, and dipped his fingers into you teasingly, before dragging them back up to your clit. he circled the little nub with the lightest of touches, humming thoughtfully. “is that why you’re so wet, princess?” he asked, his face mere millimeters away from your own. “hm?”

“and if it is?” you countered. he smirked at you, spinning you around so you were now facing away from him. he made quick work of undoing his pants and taking out his cock, giving it a few languid strokes. he ran his free hand overtop the back of jason’s letterman, digging his nails in when he passed over carver stitched in cursive. he rubbed his cock through your folds, once, twice, three times before stopping right at your entrance.

“then i’d say it’s pretty hot,” he teased, pushing his entire length into you all at once.