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the sexual urge to be desired, loved and enough for someone

Vasile is home when Nick gets there. He’s on the couch that’s pressed against the wall, curiously still, unusually tense. At the sound of keys, his gaze flicks up — he would usually greet Nick at the door, but he’s still sitting when it opens, eyes briefly connecting before they draw away, back to something hidden from Nick’s current point of view. “— got you something.” And that something is an alley cat sitting three feet in front of him, tail flicking ominously on the ground like it can see beneath Vasile’s shirt to the claw wounds, still bleeding. (It’s not that he’s afraid of it, it’s just — well, it’s in the way, so he can’t get up, can he?) They’re in a stand off, but at the intrusion, the cat is blessedly changing its focus to the man coming into the room.

nick needs PUSSY // @fairytaletold

HE KNOWS SOMETHING’S up when he opens the door and Vasile’s not immediately there to greet him like a dog that’s been left alone all day. Maybe he’s out doing something - but no, he hears him off to the side, and he glances over to see Vasile sitting absurdly still on their couch. It sets him a bit on edge - what’s he doing over there? - but this question is answered after he sets down his belongings, kicks off his shoes, and moves around to see the cat that’s trapped his husband on the couch.

“OH - HI, SWEETIE!” He crouches down, and the cat leaves its spot to pad over and sniff at Nick’s pants and outstretched hand. Apparently it likes whatever it smells, because head turns to rub against him, and he smiles, fingers turning to pet the fur beneath his hand. “So friendly, hi - where’d you find this little baby, huh?”

in the fight club. straight up "fighting it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Myself

OH, TO HAVE Bella draped over him like this every hour of every day for the rest of his life. Unfortunately there are things in the way of that, like work and errands. He has to make do with the time he does have, and so his hand stays in her hair, and his pulse stays in her mouth, and his pencil is set down in favor of holding the forearm now winding its way across his chest.

"IT'S A BIT more different than you might think, Bella. We don't really use leeches in the field anymore, for one. And CPR guidelines have changed relatively recently, too. Feels like there's some new medical advancement every day we need to fuckin' know about - which is good, but makes the test a bitch." He sighs, patting at her forearm. "Reading the questions aloud will help, though. I only got through, like, thirty questions and I already feel like words aren't real."

An apex predator. Maybe so, and at the same time, hardly at all. Certainly, if one were to take the emotion out of it (which, how could they?) there's a certain logic in keeping your source of food alive and kicking. This is nothing but emotion, though, and so she's incredibly careful, ensuring her sharp teeth don't touch anything they're not supposed to.

"If I fussed at your neck every time I wanted to, you'd never get anything done." Bella tells him, betraying the way she'd be draped over him like this every moment of every day if she could. Her pleased hum is audible, though, and now one of her arms snake over his shoulders and down his chest to anchor him in place.

"I'll quiz you later. It can't be that different from what I studied."

THERE'S A SMALL shiver as her nose trails along sensitive skin, and his head tilts back. Here she is, an apex predator, and he's placing arguably one of his most vulnerable points directly in her mouth to do with as she pleases. The amount of trust he puts in her is dizzying - as is the way blood rushes to his head when she lavishes upon his collarbone, and he smiles.

"CONSIDER ME APPRECIATED," he muses. "Bella, if you want me to study then you should probably leave me alone instead of fussing at my neck." His free hand wraps around to bury itself in her hair, nails working their way through to give her scalp a pleasant scritch - he doesn't want her pulling away, clearly.

"IT CAN WAIT."

@yxkanna | continued from ☾

"Just appreciating." It comes out with the slightest lisp, given she hasn't seen the need to raise her head from his skin. What she really wants, probably, is attention, but hadn't felt like she could slide right into his lap and interrupt what he was focusing on (not, of course, that this has turned out any better, but it feels like it was more his decision to push the test away than hers, at least).

Cold nose warns him of where her attentions are heading, pushing the shoulder of his tank top out of the way so she can give his collarbones the attention they deserve. This angle is not ideal, from behind, but she'll just have to make do.

"You should go back to studying."

Bella's just going to come up and drape herself over his thin frame and start pressing kisses to and nibbling at his shoulders and his throat. Not biting, as such - she's not trying to feed. Nor is she trying to start anything, necessarily. Just sometimes she is overcome by how much she adores him and needs to just shower him in it. (brought to u by my going thru ur face tag looking for something and Bella going !!!!!!!!!!!! in my brain)

feast your eyes on this bad boy // @miidnighters

HE'S HUNCHED OVER the dining room table, not quite at shrimp posture but getting close to it. A pencil taps at his lips as he tediously works his way through a practice paramedic exam (a hundred and fifty fucking questions - this is a direct attack on him, he thinks), and his right leg bounces in a steady rhythm under the table. It's a stay-at-home day, so he's wearing a tank that exposes slender shoulders - a dreadful mistake, he soon learns.

HE FEELS BELLA'S weight on his back and the gentle scrape of fangs at the soft skin of his neck. Head tilts, second nature by now to allow her access, and a quiet hum rises in the back of his throat as eyes drift closed. The test is doomed. He'll come back to it later once he's not so thoroughly distracted.

"HI, BELLA, BABY. What's this all about, hmm?"

She drops a cat in his lap and then walks off without a word.

nick needs PUSSY // @malka-lisitsa

"OH, HELLO, BABY!" Slender hands scoop the little beast into a standing position on his lap, grinning wide as it mews at him. Gently, it's tucked closer to him, and he begins stroking soft fur, pleased when its cheeks are rubbed against his shirt.

"WHERE'D YOU..." SHE'S already gone, so the question trails off. He'll ask later where she got it from just to make sure she didn't steal some random's pet, but he's definitely not complaining about this surprise delivery.

just submitted my info for the brochure that's gonna be handed out at the screening, so under the cut is the still i picked for the image that goes in the pamphlet teehee

Genuinely not the type of stuff I post but here are my faves from Note's White Day 2024 interview photos

Douchebag hot is totally a thing. Like wow you’re an insufferable human being and I hate you but like I wouldn’t mind if you plowed me in the hall utility closet.

somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"

"It's really strange that he would actually tie me up because he's feeling uneasy, but the me, who is happy because of this... is strange too."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023) | EP 08 FINALE

"OH, THANK YOU. So kind of you." Head tilts up as Clark takes his jaw, welcoming the simple kiss that he's given. As promised, he gives back, matching Clark's energy aside from the way teeth catch just slightly on his bottom lip as he pulls away - the faintest hint of a playful bite in response to his dramatics. "I do best with audiobooks, if you can swing it, but I can make do with pictures otherwise."

THERE'S A HUM and a pat to Clark's sides as he's caught in the other's trap. "Had some ramen earlier, if you count that as anything. Why, do I look like I haven't?"

❝ I'd make it picture-heavy, just for you. ❞ he mumbled, heaved an overly dramatic sigh and moved to crowd into the man's space. His fingers find purchase along Nick's jaw and he kisses him without much ceremony. It's nothing special, something somewhere between a healthy mix of chaste and insistent.

❝ Have you managed to eat today? ❞ mumbled against lips after he'd parted just far enough to speak the words. He was a vile thing in the way he'd corner someone with questions like that after having drawn them in for some sort of physical attention. The 'have you eaten' and 'are you doing okay?' sort of questions you weren't exactly looking to hear after having been in the midst of a good lip-locking.

❛ Would you visit my grave if I died? ❜ His eyes grew dark. ❛ I’d die before you were ever in a grave. ❜ ( @yxkanna )