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"spamton isn't a sexy man" you fool. You fucking fool. I've seen at least 60% of this fan base have an alt acc to simp over his little puppet ass. You speak untrue words. Have you SEEN the xreader content ?
#it you ask me what was I doing at the devil's sacrament im just saying. i was so desperate for content that i saw way too much#hunger leads to eating even what you dont like
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particular — i.cy
pairing. im changkyun x male reader
genre. smut
summary. another long day of work leads to a horny mood, thankfully you have a (slightly odd but extremely sexy) boyfriend who's always willing to help you out.
includes. car sex, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )
WC. 1.7k
°A/N. . . ok this is literally so random it was just an old draft i started literally last year ?? but i just had to finish it bc wow i forgot how much i love chankgyun and i hope u guys like this !!
everybody usually labeled your boyfriend as a bit of a freak, but you just liked to think of him as selective about what he liked when it came to sex.
despite his horny tendencies, changkyun had never done anything outlandish or unheard of before with you - shit, he was hardly even open to trying new things. he simply knew what he liked, despite how specific some of his turn ons were. you understood that, and he always appreciated how open you were to his desires.
just like now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car – your pants long discarded as you palmed your exposed member while he watched you with intense eyes.
you woke up in an uncharacteristically needy mood today, dropping hints as soon as he picked you up from your barista job. changkyun could feel the desire radiating off of you in waves the minute you laid your eyes on him, the way his fitted black gym shirt up clung to his chiseled torso stirring a fire in your gut. it was unlike you, but you practically begged to have him before he could fully drive down the street. and who would he be to tell his favorite boy no in that moment?
he just wanted you to do a thing or two for him first.
for some reason, changkyun loved to fuck you after seeing you reach your climax first. something about how spent you would be just ignited him in a blaze, pounding into you extra passionately afterwards... every single time.
so you didn’t hesitate for a second when he asked to see you pleasure yourself until your first orgasm, then he would touch you. you obliged, immediately throwing your head against the seat rest from a couple strokes to your cock.
but before you knew it, you had been at it for 10 minutes, unable to get yourself climaxing despite your needy state. your hands simply never felt quite the same as changkyuns larger, warmer, and much more experienced ones. your wrist was starting to cramp after putting in so much effort to no avail, groaning out of frustration when you saw changkyun begin to palm himself over his gym shorts.
you were sickeningly turned on at how aroused he was getting at your frustration. you had always needed his help with nearly everything, especially when it came to sex, so you were always so pliant and obedient — and fuck did it turn him on.
“kyun, i need you so bad, please.” you whined, feeling overwhelmed with the hunger that he stared at you with as you played with your throbbing length.
changkgun’s jaw clenched for a second before he slowly licked his bottom lip, watching your hands run along your cock. he didn’t even want to blink and risk missing a second of the beautiful sight before him.
“you’re doing good, baby, keep going.” he sternly encouraged, voice so deep it caused you to whimper with more want. his eyes shot up to yours for a second, darker than ever. “are you close?”
“mm mm,” you mewled in response, gaze dropping to his erect nipples poking through his dry-fit shirt. you stroked yourself deeper, remembering what he looked like underneath the thin fabric. “let see your abs, please.”
the ever-so-cocky grin that you were used to grew across changkyuns face. and as annoying as it was, you fucking loved it.
he’d been working out so much at home lately, and it showed more as the days went on. you would always watch in perverted silence, eyes fixated on his back muscles as he did pull ups on your bedroom doorframe. the way his round shoulders were forming, tan thighs growing more muscular, and of course that torso being shaped by the gods - there was hardly a time that he’d be doing his sit ups in the living room that wouldn’t end in you two getting some extra cardio in on the couch after.
changkyun complied to your request all too easily, reaching down to drag the hem of the shirt slowly upwards. the material slid up and bunched around his broad chest, bronze chiseled abs glaring right back at you.
he must’ve just finished working out before picking you up from work, as there was still a thin sheen of sweat reflecting off the grooves of his muscles. you just wanted to cum all over them right then and there, and to lick it off after without a care in the world.
and that was all it took. the thought alone activated a long whine out of you as you squirted all over yourself, ropes of your white essence shooting up onto your stomach and thankfully missing your uniform shirt by a smidge.
you felt a little out of breath already, but the marveling in changkyun’s eyes gave you all the boost you needed. you didn’t bother discarding your shirt as you scrambled into his lap, back accidentally honking the horn in the process. you’d didnt give a damn.
“there, will you kiss me now?” your voice sounding much more desperate than you wanted it to.
changkyun offered you another smirk before slightly lifting your shirt and scooping some of your arousal off your stomach with two fingers. you didn’t need any instruction as you opened your mouth, excitement stirring in your bones.
your boyfriend’s eyes struck in a trance as he rubbed his fingers along your tongue, spreading your salty love liquids around to his liking. his free hand held you firmly in place by your neck. you took the opportunity to suck on his digits for just a moment before he pulled them away.
your tongue protruded out to show chankgyun his work, prompting a deep groan out of him.
“that’s my boy…” he finally mumbled before surging forward, finally soothing your aching lips with his own.
the kiss was deep, full of hunger as changkyun wasted no time in slipping his tongue in to mingle with yours. he took his time tasting you, collecting the smeared essence off your tongue to take for himself. he was so noisy today, as another one of his moans shook you to your core, and you were thankful to be perched on his lap... otherwise your knees would’ve given out immediately.
you were growing drunk on his sloppy open mouthed kisses, feeling along those godly abs before you forced yourself to pull away - unable to hold in your final request any longer.
“changkyun,” you huffed, “please fuck me.”
the dark haired man laughed at your already desperate state, warm hands encasing both sides of your hips securely as he looked you up and down.
“i don’t know, prince, right here and now? you’re already so sensitive, i’m not sure if you could handle it.” he mocked, experimentally rolling his hips up into you.
the thin material of his workout shorts boldly exposed how rock hard his bulge was already. he felt so, so big and it sent your mind reeling. your eyes rolled back when you rocked your hips down into him in response, clutching his broad shoulders.
“let me try.” you cried out, reconnecting your lips before he could form a reply.
after the two of you shared a hot, needy make out session for a couple minutes, changkyun skillfully removed both of your clothes before you could notice.
his teeth ran teasingly along the column of your neck before he passionately sucked on your adams apple, flipping you over and lowering the seat back. you moaned as you ran your hands down the expanse of his exposed melanated back, the valleys of his toned muscles sending you into a haze.
chankgyun made sure to leave an array of pretty little marks all over your neck before finally ridding himself of his underwear and fishing the small bottle of lube out from the center consul.
he laughed to himself, realizing that normal couples probably wouldn't keep something so vulgar brazenly in their car. but the man learned quickly that he had done it to himself; after corrupting you for the first time, you had become such an insatiable little thing.
when both you and he were finally prepped, he teasingly prodded his thick head against your entrance.
“i’m going in, baby boy. hold on tight.” he spoke.
his teasing actions caused you to already clench around nothing, but you tried to will yourself to relax. he slowly pushed in, and you couldn't even attempt holding your noises in. not like he would want you to anyways.
changkyun's ego would always skyrocket every time he heard how good he made you feel. his favorite would be times just like this, when you were in your most fucked out state just babbling over how much you loved him and his huge, skillful dick.
you clung to your boyfriend tighter as he ground his hips into you rhythmically, taking you to the stars and back right there in his driver's seat.
it didn't take much for you to announce your second orgasm, the sensation hurdling towards you as changkyun relentlessly pounded into you with a starved passion.
when the blissful relief washed over you, once again coming all over you and changkyun's stomach, he couldn't even warn you of his own climax as the fluttering of your walls began milking him dry as well. he wanted to bite down on your collarbone but refused to look away at how cute your scrunched up face looked, loving that he was the reason for your ecstacy.
changkyun tried to still his head from dizzying, groaning as he watched his own come begin leaking down your leg. he went to grab napkins from his consul, but you stopped him immediately, pulling him back on top of you for one more deep kiss.
you just wanted the both of you to rest in that moment, so fucked out that you didn't feel like moving despite the stickiness forming between the both of you.
your boyfriend chuckled as he lowered himself to your ear, pecking your cheeks a couple times.
"ok, 5 minutes babe. but then we have to get out of this parking lot, your job has cameras."
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I love the Twst x Pokemon MC crossover so much.
So, take your time with this one. How would the Heartslabyul boys react to finding a Flabebe for a first time. As in they have no idea what it is and thought it was some kind of fairy?
I think plenty of cute moments could happen in that situation but I wanna know what you think.
Me too! I have a perfect few scenarios in mind, though i might make them short, i will try to make them pleasable and full of fluff! :)
TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON
HEARTSLABYUL x Flabebe MC
♥️BEFORE MAIN STORY♥️
Believe it or not, Riddle was the first one who had found you.
You were still a young bloomer fairy type and was kinda hungry when you were wandering and admiring the lovely rose maze that had surrounded the Red Dorm.
You didnt know how you got there in the first place but you didnt seem to care for hunger had taken over your senses, which had lead you to the window of the kitchen in the Heartslabyul dorm.
At the time, Riddle wasnt Dorm Leader yet so he had meet you through he's time of duty to paint the roses according to the rules of the dorm.
The then first-year was taken back at your sudden appearance at the rose maze.
He had heard and are aware that there are fairies that roam around Night Raven College but dont exactly approach students directly.
So imagine he's suprise when he had saw you.
You didnt look like any fairy he had seen or heard.
He might probably think that your a some kind of garden fairy with how your so drawn to the roses.
But some how, one thing led to the next with you two becoming quite inseparable after you were curiously looking at him as he work.He couldnt stop himself from thinking how cute you are when you tried to copy him in painting the roses red.
Especially on trying to carry a paint brush that is to big for you.
Heck, you even follow him like how little ducklings would do with their mom.
Of course, Riddle wasnt very comfortable at first but he quickly gotten use to your presence which is kinda unlike him.
He already knew the consequences of slacking off on he's studies but...He couldnt force himself from being apart from for some reason.
Along with the rest of the members of the Heartslabyul Dorm.
Many were in shock to see the first year being followed by some kind of fairy, especially how fae can tend to act around humans but your cuteness is just to much to resist!
You found this place very wierd to be honest but in a fun way!
You love how big the space is for you to fly around.
The garden outside with all it's red and white roses were beautiful.
And the tea parties and unbirthday parties were the best!
The previous prefect and vice even decided to secratly made you an honorary little garden fairy of the Heartslabyul dorm.
Even after Riddle became Prefect, he still let you kept your title seeing as it fits your helpfulness around the dorm.
Though, still young as you are, didnt understand what does that mean but you knew that you are gonna show them that you are a big girl!
You celebrated by letting out sparkles around Riddle and soon the whole tea part participants with smiles and laughter around the area.
Of course, Cater and Trey were also among the suprise Heartslabyul students.
You reminded Trey of he's little siblings back at home, especielly when you help him with the food for the tea parties and trying to sneakily eat a piece of dessert without him knowing.
He soon learn that you somehow like honey when he was using some for some pastries and when you gotten yourself coated in it when you try to open the jar.
But he also appreciates your determined helpfulness around the dorm despite your small stature.
Perhaps thats what makes you and Riddle relate.
Trey cant help but let out a bittersweet smile at the thought, but nonetheless, he is happy to see he's friend happy once more.
Cater found you so adorable! Instantly taking pics of ya in Magicam that soon have hundreds of views and likes from how cute you were in the shots.
He even taken videos of you using your "magic"/moves around the garden.
You love how cheerful Cater isn especially when the two of you play togather when painting the roses, he is one of your favorite best friends! (Along side Trey and Riddle).
Oh how he wish that you were he's little sister.
You view Riddle as your Mommy/Big brother.
You two are always togather and everyone in the dorm knows that.
Of course, Riddle will not neglect in teaching you the 810 rules of the Queen of Heart's dorm so that you wont broke them.
You didnt understand most of them nor remember all of them but you tried your very best to make Riddle happy.
And it paid off with some of the dorm residents calling you as the 2nd vice prefect with you are always by he's side and always report him about someone who is breaking the rules.
This was during he's first year so he wasnt exactly that hard core in the main story.
But you also didnt always tell him who had broken the rules.
You made sure to remind the person about the rule that they had or about to break by circling around them with some kind of sparkles or pollen since they cant understand you.
By doing this, they knew the message right away.
And whenever a Heartslabyul students are gonna brawl it out and that Riddle isnt gonna use he's UM on them, its you with your "magical" pollen that makes them instantly and made them calm and relax.
When summer came, you cried a river when Riddle told you that you had to stay.
It breaks both of your hearts but Riddle cant let he's mom knew of you, he cant lose you too.
Many of the residents let out bittersweet bye and you giving out a "Flabebe!" as a goodbye to them as they left for summer break.
Cater made one last pic before promising you with the other residents that you all will come back soon.
Trey even left a cake for you before he left for home.
As soon as they left, the dorm was empty.
Of course, you continue watching over the garden but it wasnt the same.
You always eat Trey's cake alone during late nights, even crying out a river with fat sad tears as you wonder why they didnt bring you.
You asked Arcerus above why they didnt bring you.
Soon, curioisty gotten the best of you as you pull your white fairy flower to go explore the campus that you barely got to see.
Due to this exploration of yours, you had meet the other fairies in NRC that were all doing their thing when you had approach them.
The fairies were suprise to see such a young of their kind in such place.
This place is too dangerous for someone as young as you.
But they cant help but wonder what type of fea are you.
They can feel that you are a fea but dont what kind.
Yet nonetheless, the fairies quickly took you in as they kept you company through out the summer.
Some even were disgusted and horrified that the studnets of your dorm had left you, a fea toddler, on her own.
They made a promise to lecture them about it.
♥️MAIN STORY♥️
Riddle, Trey and Cater happily beam at the sigh of you happily flying towards them in your flower as you joyfully dance around them and the new students with your pollen as to welcome them (back) to the dorm.
Riddle indulge himself, for once since he's return to him, to finally relax from such a tiring and troublesome day had during the ceremony earlier with a certain cat and magicless character.
The older dorm members smiled and greeted you as they had missed you during the summer break but the 1st years had expressions if shock and bewilderment at the sight of a fea-like creature greeting them upon entry at to their new dorm.
They had the same expressions and thoughts like Riddle and the other students like him had when they first see you for the first time last year.
During Riddle's introduction to the new members about Heartslabyul and that they should be obligated to the rules of the Queen of Hearts, he gastured towards you as he tell the 1st years that you are the dorm's personal garden fairy and that they shall treat you with respect aswell.
Many of the 1st years who are aware about the nature of feas were shock, considering how feas dont exactly approach or even like humans to the point of becoming their personal helper but the whispers were quickly shut with a single glare from the housewarden as they all were now disperse for now.
During that night ,when it was bedtime, Riddle rock you to sleep just like he did last year as he made sure to keep you comfortably cozy on the pillow that you always sleep on, with both of you content during your slumbers.
A soft smile grace your little mouth.
Oh how you had missed this and you hope he will never leave you alone again.
During one night, you had spotted a student with a heart on he's face light at night with a fridge wide open, allowing lighg through the dark late evening as he was about to eat one of the tarts that you helped Trey with for the upcoming Unbirthday party.
Alarmed, you quickly float towards him and made gastures to make him stop eating the tart before he would get into any trouble with Riddle.
Ace, the one who is eating the tart, was suprise like among he's fellow first years when he had first saw you but currently, he is hungry so he tried to shoo you away or tell you that he was hungry, in which you understand but Riddle would get mad!
Yet Riddle found out upon entering the kitchen and collared Ace right on the spot.
You let out a sighed at your failed attempts to stop him, feeling quite sad that you failed as you tried to follow the first year until Riddle had stop you, telling you that you no longer have to worry about Ace any longer and that it was he's problem and he's alone but Riddle quickly brighten your mood by offering some honey since you did caught Ace on the act.
He quickly pulled you and him back to bed as he did he's usually routine with you before going to sleep, but this time he allowed you to sleep on the same bed togather, cuddling away into the night.
You officially meet him, Deuce, Yuu and Grim was when you stubbornly follow Trey to the kitchen, considering that you wanted to go out of the dorm and finally take a small break from your little work.
And made sure to keep he's not gonna prank the noobies like he had done to ya with the oyster sauce.
Yuck.
Deuce had seen and heard about you so he was very excited to meet such a cute fea, especielly how you kinda act like small child or sibling that wants to help in doing big jobs like he had with he's mom.
He enjoy he's time of decorating the tart with you, especielly on the whip cream part where you have cream all over you as you lick it all up from your tiny hands with happy squeaks and giggles and when you helped in calming him down by spreading your pollen all over him to relax he's anger over the delinquents.
Grim were shock to see a fea, a baby/kid one nonetheless, but didnt think anything special about ya but did ended up having a small competition with you on the chestnuts.
Yuu thought you were adorable, liking how you helped around in making the apology tart for Ace to give.
Ace thought you were like Riddle, since he had seen you always by he's side but he cant deny the help (and reassurance) you gave for him to apologise to Riddle.
You had sent out Fairy wind when Trey had done the joke.
The sight of several collared students in the lounge area was horror to behold, as you tried to chear them up with some of your small party tricks and spread some pollen to help them relax abit...
But if only it had worked on you aswell.
When the day had finally come....lets just say it there were alot has happened and it was just the beginning.
You never had seen Riddle act like this before, never in your life have you had seen such rage and anger that he had displayed right before your eyes as you hide behind Trey and Cater in fear.
As the Adeuce and Ramshackle duo had been kicked out, you tried to follow them to only be stopped by Riddle to just let them be and after what you had seen him, you hesitantly oblifge but decided to stay abit away from him out of fear.
And soon after that, Riddle and you have been very distant with the former no fool to the situation yet didnt seem to try to explain to you as you two started to drift away more and more with you even started to sleep more with Trey to avoid him.
Your friendship with Riddle strained even more after he had insulted Ace and Deuce during their tournament for the Housewarden position and to overthrow him.
Was this the Riddle you know? Why was he acting like a meanie? Why was he so...so.... Was he just...pretending?
Despite the tears spilling out 9f your eyes, you quickly stood against him and used all your attacks against him.
Riddle was taken by surprise, along with everyone else, as he was knocked over and hit by your attacks but he was able to collar ya aswell after he had lift up he's pen through the attacks.
It was hurting.
Your prickled tears finally spilled into full on waterfalls as Riddle even insluted as to why he even let you be in the dorm with how you are acting like them aswell.
That was the final straw for Ace to hit a punch.
After the whole Overblot mess, Cater quickly had came to you with your still intact flower in hand as he soothed you through your frighten state as you hiccup here and there with tears.
Riddle quickly apologise to you after he had remembered of what he had said to you.
He apogise and apologise with tears at how he had insulted you, the first perso who had gave the same feeling that he had with Trey and Chenya in a long time.
You two hug it out in a tender embrace as Ace kept on rambling that he's crying wasnt enough for an apologise with the others watching you and Riddle but you both ignore it for now, enjoying the needed hug to your hearts contents.
{BONUS!}
"Catch him! CATCH HIM!!!"
Che'nya giggled as he carried you away to go off to RSA with very angry Heartslabyul students chasing you two down throughout the whole dorm.
"Nya~ Riddle need CATch up, hihihihihi~" the purple cat beastman chuckled, making you look up in confusion of what does he mean by that "What do you mean mister kitty???" You asked, floating your way up to he's face to level up againsg him. He only giggled as he hold you and your flower gently in he's hands to get both of you away even further to continue your little game of chase that he had started when he had "kidnapped" ya away from the revenge unbirthday party.
"You will learn soon, little Alice. You will learn soon~ ;3 "
Sorry that itvwas pretty long. I got carried away and had so much ideas that i wanted to put and limited into this work so I am sorry for the lengthy writing but I do hope that you enjoy it :)
#twisted wonderland#crossover#pokemon#twisted wonderland x pokemon#twst x pokemon#heartslabyul#flabebe#child mc#request
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Vanilla and lemon | drabble
a/n: Well- I guess i am posting something for the first time🤌🏽 I have no idea how posting on Tumblr like this works so i welcome any Tips and tricks if you have any lmao.
summary: You’re a vampire and are, once again, visiting the museum. But this time you forgot your blood-packs and cant seem to be able to leave. What’ll you do? Starve?…or help yourself to a bite of your favourite tour-guide…
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AFTER THE CUT OFF PLEASE- i am not responsible for what kinda content you consume on the internet but i don’t wanna get blocked or reported so pls be warned this work is NSFW.
Vampire!female!reader x Steven Grant
Warnings: no use of your/n, smut, p in v, persuation, dubious consent, slight blood-play?, fingering, handjob, no mention of Jake or marc (sorry>_<), making out, not beta read, biting, marking, blood, scars, sub/steven?, begging, if i missed anything pls dont hesitate to tell mee<33
wordcount: a bit over 3000
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You have been in the museum for about 5 hours now. it's a place you like to be at, since it's shaded from the sun and usually quite deserted. You could go about the place comfortably without feeling watched or potentially being found out when you would drink out of your pre-packed blood packs. You even bought an opaque straw to make sure no-one saw the dark red thick liquid. unfortunately you forgot the straw and more importantly the packs. You’ve been waiting for the sun to set which you usually wouldn't need to-do because London was a generally clouded area, but this evening was especially sunny and warm despite it being october. You even forgot your umbrella at home, which you use to shield yourself from the sun.
there's a reason for your abrupt and unplanned leaving. you’ve been coming to this particular museum and touring the same exhibit for one reason only. The cute tour-guide, Steven Grant. He was intelligent and confident during his tour but every time you caught his gaze he would blush and avert his eyes fast, like a shy animal. you loved it. Always wearing those funky oversized shirts and ties under that beige jacket, on the warmer days he’d fold up the sleeves of his shirt to expose those delicious veins on his forearms. Every Time you saw those you could feel your canines prodding into your bottom lip. It was even worse now that you had forgotten your blood-pack. You were burning for a drop of blood, craving it. The only thing holding you back was your usual distaste of drinking directly from humans. Sometimes they would be all sweaty and smell dirty, you had to get so close it would ruin your appetite and sometimes the smell of them would get stuck on you for hours after you fed on them, which you just couldn’t tolerate anymore. So a few centuries ago you decided to switch entirely to bloodpacks, which had felt like a really good decision.
With hunger came an impeccable sense of smell. You knew Steven smelled good but you didn’t know he smelled like this. Like warm vanilla and zesty lemon, homey and comfortable. You’d press your fangs into his neck and never let go if that meant you could have that smell on you forever. The fact that he looked so good would be a definite bonus. Surely he’d be okay with living in your home, it was a historical mansion. It sed to be a vacation house for some rich nobles, but you renovated and refurbished it a while ago and kept it updated to current fashion, it was a bit of a hobby to you. He would have a huge Collection of books to read which you know he'd love, since you’ve caught him on more than one occasion, reading a different book every lunch. Just like he was right now, sitting by the giftshop, eating his pickle, cheese sandwich and reading up on egyptology. He looked really focused and you wouldn’t want to disturb, but before you can turn and move far away from him, your feet are leading you toward him.
Your instincts probably taking control as you sit down next to him, overwhelmed by the calming aura around him. He looks up from the book and locks eyes with you and you hear his heartbeat quickening. The blood rushing through his veins and supplying him with adrenaline as he looks at you flushed and wide-eyed.
‘h-hello miss. Can I help you with somethin?’ his pretty british accent isn't lost on you and the way he can't tear his eyes away from you has you riding a high you haven’t felt in a few decades. ‘I’ve been coming to your tours for a while and I really enjoy them. You’re really good at what you do’ the last part, you say in a slightly lower and breathier voice-range than usual. Your hunger is really affecting you in ways you had completely forgotten. Before you knew you were spilling compliance and persuasion spells onto Steven. You never liked to use them, they only ever worked on people that already had a certain affinity with you anyway. Meaning they’d either like you or needed to find you attractive for these to work. If you wanted to force someone you’d have to use the mind numbing witch magic you learned a few years after your transformation. That one you’d only used once, in a very dire situation on a very very old woman. It wasn't good blood but it was enough to survive at the time.
You’re brought back to Steven when you feel him leaning on your shoulder. ‘I know you’ve been watching me- I like it. You’re a very beautiful and captivating woman.’ Steven said lazily and fully giving into your spells, letting all his thoughts tumble out of his mouth. ‘I especially love your skirts- no matter the length they always make me flustered and nervous. Make me feel like theres this itch I can't scratch.’ he talks breathily and you hear his heartbeat pick up again and his blood most-likely rushing towards his growing arousal. You quickly take his tie in your hand and tug him with you. He follows you like a little puppy as you walk into a supply closet together. You lock the door with your magic and darken the window. Steven sees you do that and his eyes bulge a little out of his skull. ‘I-I gotta get back to w-work-’ Steven backs into the corner and you stalk toward him like a predator would towards his prey. ‘Oh darling, no need to worry- I only need to borrow something, yeah? It’ll only hurt a little, I promise.’ you say as you reach out to him and start to unbutton his shirt to reveal his neck and chest to you. You take off his Jacket and he blushes intensely. As your canines start protruding out of your mouth Steven surges forward and messily kisses you, you’re caught off guard but immediately tug him closer to you.
He grabs at the nape of your neck and desperately kisses you, slashing his tongue into your mouth and licking your canines expertly. This only amplifies your hunger and you slam him into the wall behind him with unnatural strength. He whimpers and paws at your soft body pulling your hips closer to his. You part away from him to let him breathe, and start licking down to his throat nibbling his jawline and earlobe. Finally you get to his pulsepoint and inhale his scent urgently lapping against it. He moans and whimpers, writhing under your touch. ‘please- please’ he moans quietly, not entirely sure what he is begging for.
He savours the taste and craves more kissing you again, licking into your mouth and letting his flavour spread into his mouth. He takes off your bra as you unbuckle his pants. He throws the bra towards where your blouse and his shirt are and walks you backwards to a table covered with rags and cleaning supplies. He shoves everythign to the floor and lifts you onto it. You plop down on the table and make a show of arching your back for Steven. He growls and comes closer reaching under your particularly short skirt and cupps your pussy over your sheer tights. You mirror his action by reaching into his briefs and wrapping your hand around his already leaking cock.
He stares at you awestruck and you take his hand in yours tugging him forward so he falls onto you. He catches himself so he doesn't crush you completely. You hook your legs around his hips and feel his jeans against your ass. His dick rubbing over your clit destroys your patience ‘fuck me Steven’ he mewls at that and positions his cock over your eager hole and pushes in slowly. ‘you’re so perfect, so tight for me always’ You both moan and you grab a hold of his hair and expose the other side of his throat to you. You surge forward and break his skin with your sharp canines. He slams down hard, now completely sheathed inside your tight wet cunt. ‘oh I love this- love you honey oh my gods’ you unlatch from him and bite a new spot next to the other one. Marking him as yours once more. He slams into you, pounding your pussy. The only sounds in the room, filthy and wet squelching sounds from the repeated thrusting and your collective moaning and panting. Steven whimpers and moves one hand to your clit, rubbing at it expertly. ‘m’gonna cum love- pleaseplease can I cum?’ You lick the fresh blood off his throat. Humming at the taste of him, you feel as he shudders and starts rutting into you uncontrollably, he’s about to cum and so are you. You move to his ear and suck on his lobe, before releasing a command. ‘cum for me Steven.’ He mewls and moans at your command and wantonly thrusts into you even faster than before. You move towards his mouth and kiss him hungrily, to his delight you take his tongue into your mouth and suck on it eagerly.
His hips stutter and he explodes into your tight pussy catapulting you towards your own orgasm as he circles your clit. He shoots his load, painting your tight walls and collapses on top of you. you come down from your high and make soothing motions on Stevens back. Your head resting on his shoulder, you turn to your favourite spot and lick his wounds. You feel his dick bob inside your pussy and you giggle at your insatiable husband. ‘never can get enough can you?’ ‘never of you, love’ he says lovingly into your hair. He lifts himself up to make eye-contact ‘you should forget your blood-packs more often when you visit me at work’ he remarks while kissing your shoulder. ‘You’re lucky that my love for you is stronger than my lust for blood, sweetheart’ Steven kisses you lovingly ‘i love you too darling. By the way, how did you like my innocent act, it was good wasn't it?’ you snort as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down. You turn your face into a seductive smirk and lean into his ear putting on a sultry voice ‘mmhm, you did so good~’ his grip on you tightens and his softening cock hardening again at your voice. His breath hitches and you kiss him quickly smiling up at him innocently when you part, he groans at your successful teasing. You lay there for a little longer, before Steven remembers that he has another tour starting in a few minutes. You help eachother get clean and collect your torn tights off the floor as you notice that the panties had gone missing. Steven kisses you once more before exiting the supply-room and as he slides on the jacket you spot a deep red piece of fabric hanging out of his Inner pocket inside his jacket. You narrow your eyes at him jokingly and he winks at you before making his way towards the waiting visitors.
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a/n: thanks so much for reading<33 if you like this please like and/or reblog😌🫶🏽
#Posting it again like this cuz i cant make a link outta the other one lmao#my first fic#pls be gentle#moon knight#steven grant#steven grant x reader#vampire au#vampire! female reader#vampire x steven grant#Steven grant smut#sub steven grant
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a few head cannons you might find interesting in writing or doing stuff for shadow milk cookie all so you are a fastttt writer!
-cookies dont need to eat to stay alive but they still do feel hunger and eat so you can imagen the annoying pain you would get from not eating and they have been trapped for a LONGG time
-it would be really hard to even rest or sleep in the things the Beast cookies where jailed in so it would probably lead to them being very tired
-being jailed like they where for so long would basically be hell so i would imagine that he would not like letting his guard down or sleeping and resting which would make his tiredness worse
-he would probaly pass out now and again even in fights or situations because of the other two ideas above (small idea with the him passing out in a fight if your up for it)
from Little Silly Idea Trash Box
Box Anon(is it okay if I call you that?) I am in love with these.
Requested Prompts #5 - 💔
Shadow Milk Cookie blinked rapidly, struggling to keep his eyes open so he'd stay awake. He never knew how Eternal Sugar could just sleep so carelessly in their prison of silver, did she not realize that so long as they stayed here, their power would be drained? Without them physically fighting off the drainage, they'd lose their power a lot quicker.
It was so boring in here, there was quite literally nothing to do except sleep, and wait. He could feel his hunger ravage through him, even though cookies don't actually need to eat anything he still felt it. And it always bothered him, always.
Then, he heard it. A crack.
And that made him curious, just what could make a noise like that in a place like this? Curiously, he trotted over to the bars of his prison of silver. He didn't feel the usual drain when he touched them, so then what was going on? They bended so easily under his grasp too, he might as well just-
Creeaaaak- SNAP!
" Oho?" He mused to himself, almost delightedly. Had the time finally come? Could he leave this awful, awful place and grace Earthbread with his presence once more? He couldn't wait~! Ah, right, shit he forgot about the vine seal. Pesky White Lily Cookie and her stupid plant magic things.
He stepped out from the remnants of his cage, the shadows within the small pocket dimension eagerly swimming to great him. He greeted them in a nonchalant manner as he walked over to the vine seal, close enough to notice it's decay.
Is this really happening? He didn't fall asleep, right?
He bites himself (ow) just to make sure. Yep, it's real alright.
Oh how he missed the world, and with the vine seal crumbling before him, well, he can't miss this opportunity to pop in for a visit, no? He could just tell the others about it later, after all, he has an audience to entertain, doesn't he? He'll have to deal with his annoying hunger as well, after all he can't properly entertain with an annoy stomach telling him and almost everyone else that he needs to eat.
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Or, what happened before the Vine Seal broke, told from the perspective of Shadow Milk Cookie. Plus bonus headcanons!
After his initial introduction, the battle with Shadow Milk was more of an endurance battle as he still hadn't recovered his full strength.
If I want to lead into my self-insert au in this then once Shadow Milk gets tired out Pure Vanilla tries to seal him and it actually works somehow??? I dunno but now we have a sealed shadow milk cookie.
He did, in fact, consider trying to eat part of himself or another cookie. i think Shadow Milk should be allowed to partake in a bit of cannibalism.(influenced by silly friend worming their way into my brain.)
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run au#cookie run au prompts#crk#shadow milk cookie#cr kingdom#my silly little guy...#not really angsty. just put on the angst thing because of the beginning.#headcanons
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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔢
featuring + contains ;; — death note trio - light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane - x gn! reader [ separately ], yandere headcannons ;
a/n ;; — im lowk scared that the fandoms dissapeared.
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— light yagami
he was too perfect to be real.
so why wouldn't you trust your boyfriend? he was all you could've wanted in a guy.
what you see as him worrying about you being taken advantage of is in truth him trying to make you dependent on him only, what you see as him taking you on dates is in truth him trying to find out every little detail about you so he knew just the way to make sure you never left his grasp.
his largest goal would be for you and him to be in your own world, together. to have you by his side and share his superiority, all so the two of you would be together.
oh, it was so maddening. how much he wanted to chain you up and keep you to yourself, to protect those soft and innocent eyes from the harsh cruelties of reality.
so, dont you understand? this is why he's doing this, to protect you because he loves you, no one else could ever grant you such protection like he would. no one would be able to satisfy you or care for your needs like he could.
but it's alright if you don't understand, let him do the thinking and protecting, all you need to do is kiss him, look at him with those caring, sweet eyes and let him take care of you.
because no one else will.
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— misa amane
why would your girlfriend ever hurt you?
she cradles you when you cry about being left in the dark by yet another friend — who may have had some romantic feelings for you, which you were unaware of — whispering to you about how you just mustn't worry, because she would always be there for you anyway.
so, so possessive. the feeling eats her up inside, the dark pit in his chest growing more and more as the seconds turn into minutes as some idiot blabbers on to you.
but her sweet, charming y/n takes no notice of how she wishes murder on the poor soul that was talking to them.
she's quick to push them out of your conversations as she takes the lead, hogging you to herself as you let her.
y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n.
you fill her thoughts as she constantly wonders about you.
thinking of where to take you out to next, just for that possibility of you giving her one of your happy and breathtaking smiles she had made sure were reserved for her and only her.
thinking of how pretty you'd look with tears running down your cheeks as you wonder about why every one of your friends kept disappearing whilst she kisses you, you take it as assuring and caring, yet fail to identify the undertone of jealousy and possessiveness.
thinking of how you would sniff and shyly kiss her back while she hungers for you, thanking her for supporting you, yet oblivious to the fact she was the one constantly lingering around wherever you went and threatening those too close.
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he was so close but so far away.
right next to you yet out of your reach.
you craved his attention, even an ounce of it would suffice, and it was so heavenly whenever you got it.
he was all you knew, you were even restricted from talking to those in the police force, but if it meant he would hold you, kiss you, just look at you with even a slight glint in his onyx eyes, you didn't care.
and as long as you listened to him, you would get it.
he'd get you everything you wanted, on the condition that you were good for him.
and on the rare occasion you displeased him, he always perfectly controlled the situation. never being too upfront, but cold enough for you to silently plead for his warmth.
once he was satisfied with putting you off long enough, he dug deeper to the core problem and took care of it with ease.
you stared up at him as he looked at you with painfully noticeable displeasure, you let out a small whine as you gently reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face before planting a sweet kiss on his lips.
" m' sorry ryuzaki. . " you murmur as your noses touch, his eyes burning into you, completely unreadable.
you pout, peppering his face with light kisses as you now become needy for him to do something back, " i wont talk to him again, i promise. "
he roughly pulls your chin up to look into his eyes, " you swear? because if i so much as see him look in your direc— "
he gets cut off as your lips smash into his with greed, built up from being denied so long. he gives in, turning your simple kiss into one of control and lust, his teeth nibbling at and grazing your lower lip as he demands entrance, savouring the taste that the other nobody wouldn't dream of experiencing.
his tongue has memorised ever part of your mouth — and body — as he explores with ease, leaning more and more into you as he forces you closer to him, your hands now clutching onto his shoulders for support as you desperately gasp for air.
but forget never talking to him again, he'll make sure the man would never walk the earth ever again.
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#light yagami x reader#death note x gender neutral reader#l lawliet x reader#misa amane x reader#death note x reader#death note yandere scenarios#death note anime#light yagami x gender neutral reader#anime#death note kira
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While yes, it can be annoying to hear about the seemingly odd things someone does while on a diet (the whole metab boosting super lemon water and protein hunger crushing combo stuff), I dont think its as big of a deal as you are making it out to be. And most importantly; dieting is not an eating disorder.
Just the same as it is your body and you can do whatever you want with it, someone else may go on a diet because its their body and they want to. Of course, that doesnt mean they can push that on you, but you cant push your anti-diet stuff on them either. It goes both ways.
And before you say it, fat people are not oppressed. You may be unfairly treated, and people may be harsh on you, but you are not oppressed. You can change your weight. Just the same as a person can gain weight, they can also lose it. And yes, it will be harder for some than for others, but it is still very much possible.
ok....i'm assuming that u sent this in response to this post which i made literally two months ago? which first of all! fuck u for coming into my ask box to talk about diets and spout fatphobic rhetoric when that post is literally me venting about how i DON'T want to hear about diets. thanks!
i debated about whether or not to even respond to this bc i'm sure ur a troll and i doubt u even follow me or you'd know that this blog is literally centered around marauders fanfiction and i don't normally discuss diet culture but. whatever i have time tonight. so:
i never said dieting is an eating disorder. i said that dieting is disordered eating.
now, i say that as a person who struggled with an eating disorder throughout most of my adolescence. fortunately, i'm at a point in life where i can say that i've fully recovered, and that i've been fully recovered for years. but it's because of my personal experience that i know not every diet reaches the point of an eating disorder. but honestly? many of them do, because dieting is inherently disordered eating.
if you are restricting food in any way, that is disordered eating, full stop. that is you interrupting your body's intuitive eating, its natural order, ergo -- disordered. this is something that i first learned from the therapists and dieticians and psychiatrists that i had to work with while i was in treatment for an eating disorder. and i resisted it at first too, because it's so normalized to restrict food or to label certain foods "good" and "bad"--i thought the same thing as you, anon. i thought "surely it's ok for me to just use these restrictive behaviors, as long as i don't take things too far. a diet isn't an eating disorder!" but the experts around me all said no! no, because once you are ignoring your body and regimenting your food and beginning to control what you can and can't eat, you are changing your natural behavior. you are engaging in disordered eating. and that is not a good thing for anybody, and it can lead to eating disorders very, very easily.
to your second point: the post that you're referring to was me, on my own tumblr blog, venting about how i don't want to hear about other people's diets. i wasn't "pushing" my "anti-diet" stuff onto anyone. this is literally my own blog. obviously people can do what they want with their bodies; i didn't even say in that post "you need to stop dieting!!" all i said was that i don't want to hear about it and if you're going to engage in unhealthy behavior and act like it's normal, i don't want to bear witness and be expected to congratulate you for it.
that being said -- there are two big, big differences between people pushing diet rhetoric and people pushing anti-diet rhetoric, which are that:
diet rhetoric is already normalized in our culture. it's so normalized that it's inescapable. anti-diet rhetoric is pushing back against that normalization; it is a minority of voices in society. because of that, you can go about your daily life hearing absolutely no anti-diet rhetoric, but it is almost impossible to escape diet rhetoric itself.
diet rhetoric is promoting harmful behaviors, because it is promoting disordered eating. anti-diet rhetoric is not promoting harmful behaviors, it's pushing back against them. so, honestly, i think i have way more of a right to "push" my anti-diet stuff onto other people if i want to, because we are all already having diet propaganda pushed onto us by the multi-billion diet industry that is trying to sell us products and make us hate our bodies every day. this is not a situation of "it goes both ways," this is a predatory industry taking advantage of all of us.
and finally, you end your message with a dose of fatphobia! great. and look, in the interest of full transparency--you're right. i am not oppressed. that's because i've never been fat. i'm not going to sit here and tell you that i personally have experienced fatphobia, because i haven't. i've never been discriminated against during job hiring because of my size. i've never been discriminated against by healthcare providers or denied treatment because of my size. i've never been bullied because of my size. and those are just a few examples of the systemic oppression that fat people face!
this article links a lot of great sources, including some which i've included above, and breaks down exactly why what you're saying is wrong; i'm going to quote a bit directly:
"Even a quick glance at the weight research shows that, despite decades of trying, there is no evidence that efforts to prevent or reverse “obesity” are successful. In fact, there’s much evidence to suggest that the prescription for weight loss is more likely to result in physical harm and weight gain."
so that last bit of what you said, about changing your weight? yeah, if you bothered to look at what our most recent science shows, that isn't true. the idea that it's possible for everyone to change their weight is a myth rooted in fatphobia that leads overwhelmingly to more harm than good. for many people, losing weight isn't just hard--it's impossible to do without taking drastic measures that literally harm your body.
here is another resource to start informing yourself on weight stigma, and here is an excellent article about the history of the diet industry and why it's so fucked up. i also highly, highly recommend the podcast "maintenance phase" for learning more about fat activism and debunking culturally ingrained myths about fatness and weight.
in conclusion, anon: you're wrong. you are misinformed, and all it would take is a single google search to realize that if you truly wanted to learn. and see, normally i'd just feel sorry for people like you, because i've been where you are, and i know exactly what is going on in your head. you've been sold a bundle of myths and lies cobbled together by a diet industry that wants you to feel like shit about your body so that you'll keep buying their products, making you more and more miserable and promising that if you just suffer enough you'll eventually be rewarded with happiness. but you won't. you'll be stuck in a toxic cycle forever, and you'll harm your body because of it, and you'll convince yourself that it's healthy because it's so much easier to tell yourself that losing five pounds is the key to happiness than it is to actually work through your internalized fatphobia and address the root of your self-loathing.
so normally, i'd just pity you. but you saw a random post floating around the internet of a person saying that they don't like hearing about other people's diets, and you chose to come into my ask box under the safety of an anonymous icon and regurgitate the lies you've swallowed into my face. and this is the shit that, had i received it when i wasn't as healthy as i am now, when i was still struggling to work through all the lies i'd been fed by diet culture, would have triggered me so, so badly. so FUCK YOU! i set a very clear boundary on my own personal, stupid little fandom blog, and you came here two months later specifically to violate it. if you want to be stuck in the miserable, toxic cycle of self-hatred that is diet culture, shut the fuck up about it and go be miserable by yourself! i am so fucking sick of being forced to bear witness to the self-destruction of people like you.
#tw ed#tw eating disorder#tw fatphobia#ranting and raving#i thought about just deleting this ask bc i do think this person is probably a troll#and i definitely don't think they actually want to educate themselves#but honestly i was too angry to just delete it and it's at least helped me vent some of my frustration to respond so!#here we are#fuck you anon i hate u fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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Send tips to avoid binging
hi so it's massively different for everyone and there's no real substitute for consistent professional help which is the no.1 thing i'd recommend and also i dont want to ramble so i'm just going to share a few surface level things that have been helping but im sorry if they dont resonate with you.
breaking the starve/binge cycle - i've only just learned to regulate my eating somewhat. did omad since i was like 11 and it would lead me to binge all the time because i was fucking starving and felt so restricted that when i actually got my hands on food it was hard to stop. it felt kind of counter intuitive to eat more regularly when eating/binging was what i was trying to avoid, but learning to listen to your bodies hunger cues again is really useful. though it takes practice, but that's totally normal.
don't keep binge or trigger foods in your house, even have someone else come shopping with you to make sure you don't buy them. gets easier with time.
draw up a sort of crisis plan so you know you have other options when you're panicking or about to binge. journaling, calling a friend/loved one, chugging water, getting out of the house or away from the trigger, crying it out, redirecting your attention. none of these are cures and they dont work every time, they're definitely very frustrating solutions to hear at times. i know they sound kind of "just take a shower if ur depressed :)" but they're not. knowing they're there and consciously practicing them when possible is still productive.
try to find a support network. if it's possible, work with your friends/family so they can help you help yourself through this. a lot of binging comes from a v emotional and empty place, traumatised even, and feeling supported and heard is a great way to remedy that. be honest with them about what u need, write it down if you need to (sometimes that makes it easier to communicate lol.) let them be there for you. if that's not possible, calling an ED hotline or finding a support group (online or in person) can also help over time.
work on seeing food as neutral - it's there to recharge us, it has no morality, nourishing yourself to the point of contentment is healthy, indulging can be healthy too. it's nothing to feel guilty over, inherently.
know and internalise that relapse is a natural part of recovery, and it doesn't negate progress.
hope you're ok, sending a hug. x
#tw ed#tw binging#80/20 approach also works for me. where 80% of the time ur focused on eating regularly and somewhat healthily and the rest of the time#u can have what u want#that regulation helped stop massive binges#anon
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wow okay so this thing is happening to my country right now, I dont know if it effects other countries too but I read the local news and it is really scary
full disclosure I’m type 2 diabetic.
I’m not on insulin or injections, I take pill medication.
as I hope many know, a diabetic without their medication is a dead diabetic.
that means medication for diabetics is VERY IMPORTANT (but that is true for many other diseases so the points that follow apply accordingly)
what are the scary news?
a med injection, for diabetics, turns out that also helps people lose weight, in fact many meds for diabetics do to some extend including my pills, by suppressing the feeling of hunger, which leads to eat less, hence losing weight. that med injection is very effective on that department though.
so people who wanna lose weight, go to their doctors and tell them to prescribe it to them, which of course led to a major shortage of that med because way too many people want it all of a sudden.
and here’s what really is bothering me with this
people are fucking assholes, they dont care that people without that med will literally DIE, they only care to not lift a hand to lose weight with other methods.
at some point my own pill medication went on shortage for couple of months for a different reason, and I was forced to take a different pill, that messed me up really badly, like a lot of side effects, even though it was the most common give to diabetics.
medication is not to play with, chronic illnesses need stable medication, if you have a heart condition you cant change your meds every other month, or year, or ever!
when my grandmother was convinced by a doc to change her heart meds, she resulted getting a thrombosis, which she never recovered from, and after that her health deteriorated until her death. this is how important it is to get your medication that your body is used to.
assholes who do not think of other people and use the resources for their selfish reasons really infuriate me.
then again we all see the true face of humanity during the corona
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[ tiny headcanon dump bc im bored at work and i dont remember if i posted these here :°) ]
Oz lives in a dank “abandoned” villa outside the main town. A lot of people think it’s haunted, given the loud noises that come from it in the middle of the night... but they don’t know it’s mostly him tripping on something.
Oz doesn’t have a proper grasp of what a “parent” is! While he understands they’re some sort of older guardians (and he knows about “the birds and the bees”!!!), he doesn’t fully understand what a mom or a dad is, probably because he never had one?
in fact, he was born when the first creature on Earth was scared for the first time. He started as a funny little blob without consciousness that eventually grew bigger the more creatures felt fear
in fact, for a LONG time, he wasn’t fully conscious. he was a being made of fear, who approached other beings to eat, nothing else
about eating, yes he likes “normal” food, but he doens’t really need it! He feeds on other’s fear, often by osmosis and always in small doses. Too much fear all at once will lead him to lose control of his current body and his instinct
..........yea he used to kill maim and eat the fear out of people. always made a mess. He aimed for the amygdala so you can imagine that things sometimes got pretty gorey :^)
anyway, he bleeds!!! He doesn’t know how it works either, but he sure has blood inside him. Maybe it’s to spook people even more? Who knows.
He doesn’t know if there are other creatures like him, but is genuinely scared of that possiblity. He became what he is now after centuries spent near other beings and growing from the animalistic eldritch being he was to a funny little twink, but there’s a chance anyone else like him is still controlled by nothing but their hunger
he can’t die. That’s It. you can maim and kill and destroy him, but unless every single particle of his body is completely erased from existence eventually he’ll always come back
he suffers of selective mutism. While he got used to talk to a lot of people, when he’s truly terrified or too anxious he uses ASL.
also, his little buddies talk to him. They generally do it in his head, telling him about other’s fears, that they’re a little hungry or simply cheering on him. He has no ful control over them and more often than not are much more aggressive than he is
They talk backwards and seemingly growling/glitching, but keep the “normal” metric of a sentence. For example, “Hi, how are you?” is “Uo, yer awo hih?”
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The idea that poor people/people on government assistance/low income families etc. can't eat well predicates from some inner belief that "for suffering to be pitiable,it must be all encompassing" which is why you see so many posts about centerist/right wingers talking about people on food stamps buying lobster.
Because they,as slightly above the line of needing government assistance to survive day to day,can't budget certain items into monthly groceries. They have just enough money to keep people off their backs and maintain an appearance of normalcy that typically they become invested in health trends that espouse behavior like eating cheap, lean proteins with cheap carbs and a vegetable. This way they can also maintain enough "disposable" income to spend on luxuries that the low income earners typically dream of.
What these people don't realize is that typically these low income families survive off these brief injections of high protein/fat meals into their diets. When you've spent weeks maintaining a diet of one meal a day,typically late in the evening,filling the void with water and carbs to stave off the worst of the hunger pains,you jump at a freak appearance of $10 for three pounds of ribs as an opportunity to add some much needed nutrients to a body that's slowly decaying as it holds on to every ounce of energy it can. They dont notice the food stamps person in the check out around them every other day of the month because these oblivious lucky few have chosen to maintain a diet that mirrors their less fortunate brethren,and assume that to be the status quo for all. But the middle* income earners dont realize,and I say middle income with an asterisk because the middle is barely a step above the bottom,while a wide gulf separates the middle and top tier earners to such a degree that it fractures the mind to try and rationalize it, leading some in the middle group to misinterpret the distance and see a near future in which they join those at the top,is that the frequency of their meal consumption is a key difference between the classes. As I said,those at the bottom typically end up choosing to spend additional income on necessities,like gas to get to work, maintaining paying bills in a cascading fashion to keep collectors just off their heels as the jump from one narrowly avoided late fee to another,and so food finds itself relegated to a category of "lowest priority." Its classified by the number of meals one NEEDS to survive until more income is acquired and stretched accordingly.
Tldr: treating people on food stamps like leeches for occasionally buying "expensive" proteins is staged class warfare orchestrated by human dragons sitting on hordes of unearned wealth who don't want us to realize there is more than enough to go around if they would stop hoarding it
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A hypothesis: Protein has less strong and specific hunger cues than other macronutriens
If you believe that humans crave nutrients they are lacking, you may model macronutrient hypoficiency as:
Low in dietary carbs = craving carbs
Low in dietary fat = craving fat
Low in dietary protein = craving protein
If this system is ideal, then it balances food intake with energy status.
However there is no reason to assume it is ideal. Especially considering the propensity for humans to become obese when macronutrient availability is high. For example, people may more readily consume carbs when they eat little than fat when they eat little.
Additionally, there is no reason to assume all three have equally specific cravings. For example, in my experience, its closer to the following:
Low in dietary carbs = craving high carb food
Low in dietary fat = increase desire for savory and fatty foods
Low in calories = craving sugary and fatty foods
Low in protein = subtle increased desire for savory foods, or decreased hunger
But how could this happen? If protein is so disproportionally essential for life and vitality, shouldnt it be more specific than “savory” if the most protein-rich foods in the modern developed world--plain chicken breast, protein powder--are not that savory?
How i think this happened
If you look at pre-agricultural society, diets had a mix of cereals, vegetables, fruits, meat, seeds, and nuts. Some neanderthals had most of their calories come from meat, specifically large game like wooly mammoth. Inuits today subsist on meat and seal product. Meat is the only thing on that list that has significant sources of protein, as and has significant fuel calories in the form of fat. This guy even posits that man developed not into an omnivore, carnivore, or herbivore, but a “fativore”. Its an interesting and plausible theory. Many peoples, like the ones in this video, prize fatty cuts. If we assume all these peoples cook their food, with a preference to roasting, the meat and fat + fire will create a very savory, delicious result. When it comes to roasting and grilling, people prefer fattier cuts. If youre craving meat, which would you choose?
“Savory” or “umami” is a very powerful flavorant. Its found in all sorts of highly processed snack foods in the form of glutamates. Its also found in normal processed food made at home, thanks to herbs like onions and garlic. Its why french fries are tastier than plain potatoes. What makes soy into mock meats. And a major factor why roasting is so tasty.
What if glutamate is the easiest way to detect protein? Or similarly, high fat, high calorie foods?
What i propose is that for much of human history, humans didnt need to crave protein, because by desiring the highest calorie foods (fatty meats), protein requirements were taken care of as a side effect.
In other words, all you needed to do to get enough protein was to be hungry.
The problem
Since the agricultural revolution, many savory modern foods are not high protein. Potato chips, vegan mockmeats, hamburgers, pizza, hot dogs... the list goes on. Most of these are high in fat, and paired with high carbohydrate foods. Studies like this show that when animals dont meet their protein needs, the continue consuming food until they are met. Thus, the obesity epidemic can be explain by:
Human eats most calories from carbs and fat and not enough protein.
Human gains adiposity.
Muscle strain increases; protein demand increases.
Human appetite increases.
Human food intake increases to meet new protein needs.
Adiposity, and therefore body weight, increases.
Muscle strain increases; protein demand increases...
This may be why studies like this show high protein diets as reversing lipid dismetabolism. Maybe its not that lipid metabolism is broken, but that a high need of protein being met increases muscle growth & repair and therefore fatty acid metabolism. And conversely, a moderate to low protein diet leads to energy storage, since the body cant do much with them.
The solution
To avoid or reverse obesity, intutive eating may not be enough in an obesogenic environment. However, since increasing dietary protein seems to curb appetite, simply supplementing one’s diet with protein and being mindful of ones hungery and fullness cues, while maintaining regular movement activity, may be all thats needed. If large amounts of solid protein are not appetizing, using sauces, or artificially sweetened protein drinks, can aid in consumption.
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Ramble incoming (disordered eating mention, mentions of sex, etc)
I have very weird relationship with my body. I really really don't like it. I have a super strained relationship with food because of it as well. I go days without eating anything substantial, I will have a couple of biscuits or like a handful of some chips and call it a day. But then there are some days when the hunger hits and I can't seem to eat enough. Packets on packets of junk food, carbonated drinks, whatever I can get my hands on. And then I fucking feel fucking guilty and stop eating and the cycle goes on and on and on. But ykw, even all this starving doesnt change my body.
I try to exercise and stuff but nothing works. I have tried running and that doesn't work as well. Nothing does. And I am tired of being and feeling inadequate and honestly, ugly at this point. Whatever I try, I am always the tryhard, the fantasy, the DUFF. I am the big, fat, useless, unattractive friend of the group. And these are not just my words. People think that of me, people actively come to me to tell me that.
All validation based on looks or whatever are from people who haven't met me or who love in such close quarters to me that they can't say anything to me without making it awkward but it is visible in their disdain for me, in their treatment of me. I can see it in the way they all rally together to get dressed or ready for something but I am an afterthought. Oh Aadi, you wouldn't need that jewelry, you wouldn't need those makeup products, why are you even putting eyeliner, let all of us do ours and then we'll see whats to be done with you, is that what you'll be wearing? Isn't that too bodycon? Isn't that too short? You are going to order that?
The guy I was talking to, one that I considered a friend, he stopped talking to me coz he wouldn't wanna be romantically attached to me, even in baseless rumors. I was only worth talking to as long as I was useful.
My body also is the major reason why I dont wanna date. (It's not like there's anyone who wants to date me here, or even anyone who even wants to talk to me. Sometimes days pass by without me uttering a single word to anyone and no body gives a shit)
But yeah, my body image issues seriously pose a hurdle between me and dating. Dating would lead to vulnerability, something that I can't afford to show someone. Not when I am constantly on the edge of completely breaking down at one misplaced tone change. Secondly it would come with expectations of intimacy, something I would never be comfortable with as long as I hate this body so vehemently.
The thought of being on display for somebody else to scrutinize me and use against me at anything in time makes me wanna throw myself off a fucking building. The thought of someone seeing me, double chin, body acne, surgery scars, flabby arms, stomach rolls, body hair, hyperpigmentation and all, makes me wanna barf.
I am in my 20s surrounded by people exploring their bodies and sexuality, flaunting their escapades and basking in puppy love when I can't even imagine someone wanting to like me, let alone the notion of someone believing themselves in love with me, however misplaced the feeling might be. This very horrendous feeling let me down the path of giving a stranger a blow job in a fucking train. Not my brightest moments. Not something I would want a repeat of. But the fear of not getting to have experiences made me do it. And when I sat there, in a fucking lavatory, a fucking dick down my throat, not enjoying it, the fear of them expecting more of me climbing up my spine, I wanted to jump out of the train. When he offered to return the favor after he finished, I had never I my life denied any offer that fast.
At this point in my life, I feel I'll never be comfortable enough in my body to expose myself in such a way. Ever. I will never ever believe that someone truly wants me for me. And I will never believe someone might like my body and I don't know what to do with myself for it.
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Indulgence
{ft. Satan}
Part 4 of the Body Image Series
Thank you all for the love on this series so far. It's been really cathartic to write it, and has brought me joy to see it so well received!
TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual harassment (verbal/catcalling)
Cw: eating disorders, Binging / binge eating, poor body image, talks of weight/appearance in general, depression, anxiety
How do the brothers interact with an MC who has disordered eating habits, how they find out, what do they do, what their approach is, do they even understand what is happening, and how they comfort MC.
Genre: comfort, some fluff, some angst
Written for a GN!MC
WC: ~ 3.5k
>>>Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in Eating Disorder Treatment, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are struggling with disordered eating, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the NEDA helpline via online chat, phone call, or text. If you have experienced sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website.<<<
Beelzebub.....Mammon.....Asmodeus.....Satan.....Leviathan.....Belphegor.....Lucifer
“...and so, once combined, the interactions between the Elixir of Ghostly Essence and the droplets of White Lion’s Blood can produce a temporary invisibility spell. Your homework for the next week is to create this concoction to test on an item in the classroom. Dismissed.”
You gathered your belongings as the alchemy class ended your RAD obligations for the day. You had just exited the class room and were making your way to your normal meet-up spot to walk home with the brothers when you heard a familiar voice behind you.
“Mc! Hey, Mc! Wait up!” the blonde-haired demon frantically waved one hand in the air as he pushed through the crowd toward you.
“Hey, I was just going to meet the others." You turned to meet Satan as he caught up to you. "What’s up?”
“I- uh. I'm going to go to a new coffeehouse that opened up in downtown Devildom.” A soft pink blush painted his cheeks as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "I was wondering...perhaps you'd...like to join me?"
"Right now?" You were surprised.. usually Satan spent his lunch hours and weekends at a coffee shop or the library. It was rare he went out after Classes had ended.
He nodded. He gazed at you, expectantly. You half wondered if he would look defeated if you declined his request.
"I'd love to." You responded, a blush akin to his developed rapidly.
His eyes lit up in excitement and he moved to grab your hand in his. You stared at him in shock- never had he been so brazen before. Only at your response did he realize what he was doing. He dropped your hand and cleared his throat, attempting to make his tone sound less elated by the opportunity to spend time with you. "Well then...let's go, shall we?"
Satan lead you out of RAD and through the streets of Devildom. As you followed closely behind him, you could see the landmarks of the streets you've become so accustomed to over the last few months. You made small talk about Satan's most recent reading interest- Human Psychology- as you made your way through the crowds of demons busseling through the streets.
As you continued walking, the streets became less familiar, and you no longer recognized any landmarks. Anxiety began to rise in your chest, and you noticed less demons out on the street than before- though the ones that were standing around all had their attention pinned to you.
"Hey there, Gorgeous. Don't you just smell divine." A large demon moved in front of you, cutting off your view of Satan. "Where're you headed, sweetheart?"
You stood frozen in fear. The demon reached his hand toward your face and you lurched backwards. He made a "tsk" sound at you and shook his head.
"Now now, I dont bite..." you saw a glint of hunger brush past his features as he gave you a toothy grin." "...hard."
You were about to bolt in the opposite direction when you felt the aura of wrath incarnate behind you. A firm hand was pressed on your shoulder, gripping you tightly. The demon's gaze moved from you to what stood behind you, a look of fear became evident on his face.
"I'm sorry, but I do believe you have a death wish if you chose to harass my human like that." Satan hissed through gritted teeth.
"M-my apologies S-Satan. The demon backed off immediately, slinking back into the shadows.
Satan pushed gently on your shoulder, urging you forward. Until you reached your destination, his hand never left you. You both moved in silence until you stepped in the front door of the coffeehouse. The air felt so much lighter than that of the street from which you came from. You sighed in relief.
Satan leaned down and whispered softly to you. "Stay close to me from now on. The places in this part of town are a little more seedy."
You clicked your tongue at him. "Now you tell me." You whispered back. You came off as teasing, but part of you was cursing him for bringing you to such an unfamiliar area.
He motioned for you to follow and you clung to the hem of his shirt as he lead you through the cafe. He picked out a table in the corner near a low-rise stage that currently sat empty. He requested you stay seated there while he ordered for you both.
You looked around the shop. It was musty, but not in a bad way. A thick cloud of what smelled like cigar smoke hung in the air, and a few promotional posters lined the brick walls. A few well-stocked book cases with signs that said 'take a book, leave a book' were placed around the establishment, and a few leather arm chairs sat near them. Most of the seating, however, appeared to be small tables and wooden chairs.
Satan returned with two drinks and a small paper bag in hand. He set down one in front of you, then took his seat. He handed you a what looked like three pistachio cookies in a napkin.
"I got you these. The batista recommended them." He grinned, taking a sip of his drink.
"What did you get?" You asked, setting the treats down in front of you. You didn't want to eat them...not until you felt your urge to engulf them under control.
"I got myself a hazelnut-flavored coffee with two shots of espresso" He said, taking another sip. "For you, I got a cinnamon brulée latte with whip."
Your eyes widened. "Wow...that sounds amazing."
He blushed, gaze falling to the floor. "Well, I know you like sweet things, and the picture on the menu board reminded me of you."
You gave him a soft smile. "Thats very thoughtful of you, Satan."
His face reddened further with your compliment. Unable to take the heat of the situation, he diverted the subject. "Anyway, as I was saying before that brute interrupted us- I've been reading a lot about human moods...particularly depression."
You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. The sweet liquid gracing your tastebuds and the reminder of the stressful encounter with the other demon was almost enough to make you lose control. No, you thought. Not here...Not in front of him.
"What I've been reading about it is quite interesting. It appears that humans sometimes have difficulty producing natural substances that create the feelings of pleasure and happiness. It appears that there is still a lot of debate on how this happens though, but I've enjoyed reading the theories through time..." Satan continued on, not noticing that you weren't even paying attention, too lost in your own thoughts.
I just need to keep it together. It will be fine if I can just make it home. I have my snack stash under my bed in the Enchanted shoe box so Beel can't find it. But what if that isn't enough? Should I ask Satan to stop by Madam Screams before we head back home? He would probably look at me weird if I bought a whole bunch of food...he's obviously smart. I mean he reads 24/7; there's no way he would believe a lie that the food was for Beel. Ok, wait. What did he just say? Something about Dopamine...I wonder if Beel recently went on a snack run and I could sneak away some of the stuff he got...he always Is willing to share and probably won't pay attention if I sneak some things in my pocket...but maybe not. He has nearly caught me on a couple occasions and...
"Mc?" Satan calling your name roused you from your thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah." You hoped you could convince him you were listening.
You saw frustration pass his eyes as he crossed his arms. "Were you even listening?"
You sucked in your bottom lip. "Uh- y-yeah. I was listening."
He narrowed his eyes at you. "Then what did I just say?"
You froze. Shit. "Uh...something about...neurotransmitters?" You forced a nervous smile.
Satan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No."
You dropped your smile and your gaze fell to your lap. "I'm sorry. It's just...hard for me to focus right now."
Satan moved his hand away from his face and looked at you. He noticed your demeanor had changed throughout the time he was talking to you. The frustration that had decorated his face was now replaced with concern. Maybe you had just been preoccupied with the scum that dared try to hurt you earlier.
"Its ok." He said, sadly. "I won't bother you with my rantings right now given your state."
You looked up at him in surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"Nevermind." Satan sighed. He didn't want you to feel like you had to talk about the encounter with him. "How's your drink? You went through it quite quickly, so I assume it was good."
You raised an eyebrow at him and turned your focus to the drink in your hand. You hadn't realized you had drank the entire thing in such a short amount of time. Anxiety rose in your chest upon the realization that you did that...and Satan noticed.
"It was uh- it was good." You stuttered. "Thank you, by the way."
"I'm glad you liked it. What about the cookies? You haven't even touched them." He glanced at the treats still wrapped in the napkin sitting in front of you.
You hesitated. "Uh- well...I mean-" Just spit it out, dammit! "I'm not all that h-hungry right now. I figured I'd save them...f-for later!"
He smiled, but realized maybe the experience of harassment from that demon had soured the mood of the date idea he had planned. He had planned on asking you out today- but realized that maybe this isn't the right time given the circumstances. There would be other opportunities...right?
You spent the rest of your time at the coffeehouse in an awkward silence. Satan pretended to read a book while he drank his coffee. He was actually watching you as you perused the book shelves for something to bring home with you to distract from your thoughts tonight.
After he was finished with his drink, he decided it would be best if you made the trek home before it got too late. The last thing he wanted was for another demon to get the wrong idea about messing with you. Just as a precaution, he stayed in his demon form as you walked, and ensured he stayed right behind you the entire time. He was so close that you could almost feel his breath on your shoulder as you walked.
After returning home, he returned to his room without a word. You thought he was pissed that you had unintentionally ignored him when he was talking, but he really went to ponder more about how he could ask you to be his girlfriend in a meaningful way. He was so lost in his plans that he completely missed dinner, which only made you more anxious.
He must be really mad at me. God, why couldn't I just focus. You thought as you heaped your meal into your mouth. I dont want him to think I didnt want to hang out with him...or that I dont like him...I just didn't want him to think I'm gross. Before you knew it, you had finished your plate. You grabbed seconds from the kitchen and sat down once more.
Belphegor raised his eyebrows in surprise and how fast you'd been eating. "Wow, Mc." He scoffed in a slightly teasing tone. "Diavolo would think we're starving you."
You blinked, and looked down at your plate. You hadnt even realized that you almost finished your second helping. A lump settled in your throat. Usually you had at least some control over the onset of your binging. But you knew once it started, all bets were off.
He scrunched his face at you. "Mc...is everything alright?"
The other brothers looked at you upon hearing the concern in Belpie's voice. He wasn't one to be too observant on other people's moods except for Beelzebub, so the fact that he'd caught something off about your mood made the rest worry a bit.
"I'm fine. Just haven't eaten all that much today." You lied right through your teeth, but that seemed sufficient enough for the brothers to turn their attention back to their own meals.
You attempted to slowly finish your second plate with no avail, and hurried back to your room. The anxiety that mounted from the day completely took over you the minute you were alone, and you began eating the snacks you had hidden around your room, despite the two large helpings of dinner sitting in your stomach. You ate until your stomach felt ready to burst.
You lay down in your bed with a groan. You hated the habit you had re-developed since coming to the Devildom. Thanks to Beel's constant insistence on using food as comfort for stress, you fell headfirst back into the binging habits you worked so hard to kick all those years ago. Now, every time you feel mildly stressed, the urge to binge eat rears its ugly head. Sometimes, you don't even realize you're doing it until you're too far out of control.
You sighed and turned on your side in your bed. You were so ashamed of yourself that you had lost control so easily. And you felt guilty that you made Satan feel so bad for talking to a brick wall. You really did like him, but you were certain that he wouldn't want to be anywhere near you if he found out your nasty habit.
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Three days went by with barely a word from Satan. He spent the entire time in his room except for during meals, where he didn't even spare a glance your way. You figured he was still mad at you, but really he was too excited about his new plan to ask you out that even looking at you would make him a blushing mess. He's just a hopeless romantic, after all.
During this time, your binging episodes became more frequent. What had been occurring a few times per week was now something that happened multiple times per day. You were hoping that no one noticed, but Belphegor had been quite observant since dinner the other night. He had even observed your binges without you seeing him- usually he would be curled up under the dining room table when he'd hear you enter the kitchen. He would watch as you devoured so many different things in the kitchen. Obviously your binges were nothing compared to Beel's, but they were concerning none the less.
Because Belphie had no desire to go to Lucifer in this situation, he decided to go to the next best person: Satan. While they were very different, both were rather intelligent... and he knew Satan had recently been studying Human behavior.
Belphie approached his door and knocked loudly. "Hey, Satan. Open up."
He heard Satan sigh through the door and move to answer his knocks. Once the door was cracked open, Belphie shoved his way in. Quickly, he shut the door behind him. He hesitated a moment, ensuring he wasn't followed before turning his direction back to Satan.
"Uh, come in I guess." Satan huffed in annoyance.
"I need to talk to you." Belphie murmured.
Satan sighed once more. "Is it really so urgent that-"
"Its about Mc."
Satan's words died on his tongue at your name. He felt his stomach bubble up with anxiety. Was something wrong? Or maybe he was going to tell him you were corted by one of his brothers. When he was finally able to speak, he attempted to remain as inconspicuous as possible. "W-what about them?"
Belphie noticed a pink hue start to grow on Satan's face. He raised an eyebrow in response, but chose to move past it. He could always ask about that later. "Well, I've noticed they've been eating. Like...a lot."
"Is that all?" Satan's eyebrows lifted in surprise, but a sense of relief was evident in his voice. "How do you mean? They never eat much around me."
"Well..." Belphie crossed his arms. "I've seen them sneak down to the kitchen like Beel does late at night, and I've seen them come home with grocery bags full of snacks. Oh, and they've been taking extra portions at meals."
Satan stared at Belphie blankly, unsure of what to make of this.
Belphie continued. "I mean, if they're hungry then all power to them, you know? Its not like i want to make them feel bad for it...Like, we live with Beel so it's nothing new. But when they eat, it's so fast and excessive...and..." Belphie trailed off, a look of concern washing over him.
"...and this isn't normal for them." Satan finished his sentence in a whisper, a look of worry now evident on his face.
"Right." Belphie looked up at Satan through his bangs, matching his volume.
The pair stood in silence for a moment, unsure of how to approach this. Finally, Belphie cleared his throat, slicing through the tension that had filled the room.
"Anyway...I decided to come to you because you are the closest with them, and you know the most about humans out of all of us." Belphie said, pointedly. "You've been studying up recently, right?"
Satan nodded. "Yeah, I've been reading some books on humans so I can maybe understand Mc's behavior better."
"Well?" Belphie gestured toward him. "Anything like this come up?"
Satan stood quiet for a moment, searching through the plethora of information in his brain. He had remembered reading something about eating habits in a book about anomalous human behavior, but he couldn't quite pin it down. He moved to the stack of books on his night stand as Belphie's eyes trailed him. He found the book and sat on his bed, trailing the table of contents with his index finger.
"Ah!" Satan finally found the chapter on diet and eating behaviors. "Here."
Belphie sat next to Satan and piered over his shoulder as he read. Satan's eyes danced across the pages so quickly that Belphie was barely able to read a sentence before the page was turned. "What does it say?"
"Sometimes humans overeat for a variety of reasons. A big one being stress." Satan said quietly. "There's a thing called 'Binge Eating Disorder,' where it happens so often that it has specific treatments."
Belphie chewed on his words for a moment. "How can we help?"
Satan sighed. "I dont know...but I could find out."
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Stop! Please just stop. You pleaded with yourself to cease the current bender your body was on, but it was futile. You felt completely out of control. You ravished the leftovers from last night, making sure that you were completely alone before devouring it. You knew Beel usually got up around 3am for his nightly kitchen raid, so you knew you were safe from him catching you for another hour, and everyone else was in bed sleeping- except for maybe Lucifer, but you had watched him take two large cups of coffee to his office an hour prior, so it was unlikely he would interupt you.
Tears flowed from your eyes as you ate. You felt your stomach begin to ache, indicating that you needed to stop, but your brain refused to listen to the signals as you continued wolfing down the food in front of you. It wasn't until you heard a soft voice calling your name behind you that you finally stopped.
You whipped around, gulping down what you had just put in your mouth. The last person you wanted to see stood before you. His blonde locks disheveled- as if he had been running his hands through them non-stop. Neither of you said anything for a moment.
"I- uh. I was hoping we could talk...Are you free now?" Satan asked, nervously rubbing his shoulder.
You felt a lump develop in your throat and your mind raced. Your face felt hot with shame, and you couldn't bring yourself to speak. His eyes lifted to meet yours but you snapped your gaze away, terrified that you'd break down if you met his stare.
He reached out his palm toward you, gesturing for you to take his hand. You hesitated, but obliged. Linking your fingers together, he lead you to his bedroom.
After closing his door behind you, he motioned for you to sit on his bed. He sat next to you, leaning forward with his hands clasped between his knees. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt, waiting for him to speak. The anxiety building within you provoked some nausea as a result of your overly full stomach, but you were able hold the feeling back.
Satan took a deep breath and turned to look into your eyes. "So...Mc. I wanted to talk to you because..." he hesitated. "...because I'm worried about your health-"
You sunk down at his words. Of course- he was probably worried about the weight you'd gained as a result of your binge-eating. You bit your lip to hold back tears.
He saw your reaction and panicked- realizing that the words he had chosen maybe weren't the best. "Uh- I mean. Not...uh- your physical health, But y-your mental health."
You glance up at him, confusion spreading across your face. Wait, was he not addressing the binge eating?
Satan noticed your reaction and sighed. He needed to stop being so vague. "I've noticed you've been eating a lot more-"
You tense.
"-and that you haven't really been eating around me specifically...almost like you're afraid to eat around me. Others have noticed too, and we're concerned. Not because you may just be hungry, but because its not like you to do this." He hesitated before continuing, looking into your wide stare. "I read about human stress responses last night...and it seems like yours is to eat."
You looked away from him. You tried to hide it, but he noticed your lip trembling. His heart sank at your reaction- it was clear you harbored so much shame.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "...based on what I read, sometimes these things that used to bring comfort can end up hurting humans. So..." he paused, scanning you for a reaction. "It seems like over eating in response to stress has become common for you...turning into binges."
At the word "binge," you lost your composure. You tried to run out of the room to escape the ocean of humiliation that continued to try to drown you, but Satan grabbed your wrist. He didn't mean to be rough, but he must have grabbed you harder than he thought. You let out a yelp and collapsed to your knees, sobbing into your shoulder.
Satan's eyes glistened with sadness. He didn't mean to hurt you. He let go of your wrist and kneeled next to you. He gripped you into a tight embrace, placing one hand on your back and the other in your hair.
"Its ok, Mc." He cooed, gently rubbing your shoulder blades. "I know you probably feel embarrassed, but my intention wasn't to make you feel bad. I just want you to tell me whats going on instead of bottling things up."
He let you cry for as long as you needed to, eventually lifting you into his lap. he held you as you take your time explaining how the binging started and what causes it. Just as he said, food was initially a comfort for you, but it turned so sour when the binging episodes started as a response to high stress. You explained the fear of him being mad at you had increased your stress, thereby increasing the binging.
He apologized for distancing, blurting out his confession of feelings toward you and explaining he had been trying to plan the perfect date to ask you out. You chuckled at the blush that was now bright across his face and kissed him gently on the cheek. You thanked him for stepping in and letting you talk things out- the urge to binge had completely subsided as a result.
Satan began researching more on Binge Eating Disorder as much as he could to help you- even making a trip to the human world to get as many books on the subject as he could. He was delicate in helping you recognize when your binging habits were resurfacing, and ensured you felt no shame as a result. He researched the best human world therapist for you and helped you get connected to them, even attending a few sessions with you for support.
He was well aware of how indulging in things that are more harmful than helpful can almost be...addicting. But thanks to you, his wrath had been eased, and he wanted to ensure he could ease your binging in return. And with his help, the urge to indulge continued to lessen.
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Over-Tired OM Boys HCs
Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-
Lucifer
- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done
- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts
- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset
- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor
- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across
- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed
- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.
- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers
Mammon
- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back
- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.
- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.
- Gaming is a priority
Levi
- Sleeping is not
- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-
- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?
- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted
- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room
Satan
- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room
- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts
- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave
- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between
Asmo
- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like
- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos
- but he is a chaotic little fucker
- dear god
- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-
- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-
-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious
- you will go on an adventure probably
Beel
- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it
- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do
- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis
- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand
- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual
- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this
Belphie
- out like a bulb immediately
- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-
- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep
- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning
- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it
- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back
- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often
Barbatos
- You will see him stifle yawns
- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving
- he cannot be bribed
- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?
- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-
- no he will not sleep
- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work
- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you
Diavolo
- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule
- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future
- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters
- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him
- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours
Simeon
- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired
- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes
- Not that Luke would let him
- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again
Luke
- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-
- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression
- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence
- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before
Solomon
- hah
- he has spells
- who needs sleep?
- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you
- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more
- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-
Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue
Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~
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can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies
Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.
PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD
Childe:
WARNINGS for violence/blood here -
When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.
“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.
When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.
As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.
Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.”
As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes.
Then he begins to weep.
A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.
“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.
Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.
The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.
“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield.
Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you
And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.
What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.
You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated.
“Show me.” He demands.
“…What?”
“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”
“Don’t lie to me.”
He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!!
Childe just staring at you in brief shock.
“It’s you. It’s really you.”
A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation
But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.
And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.
He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.”
Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”
And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.
“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”
It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”
You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”
You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.
“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.
You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back.
Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.
One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”
Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?”
“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs.
The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.
Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.
Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”
During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.
You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.
You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?
I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock.
Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.
“Go,” you whisper.
“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”
You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.
Zhongli
He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone
For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.
Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.
He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.
And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon
Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him
When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue
He has the same eyes as the dragon
That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic
You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments.
You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him
Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently
On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket
You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality
He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part.
So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain.
One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home.
At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours.
He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand
A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you
When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything
Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again
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