#definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again

[demigodsanswer]

I would definitely love to read about Percabeth being a first time parent, how overwhelming it can be when the baby (Sophie) won't stop crying and you don't know why.

some asks have got me thinking about clarisse, so have some chill, genuinely friendly and helpful older clarisse, here to help percabeth

~

They'd tried everything.

The burping. The feeding. Bath time. Story time. Bouncing. Laying down. Sleeping in the crib. Sleeping in the bed. Percy had even tried doing what he could remember of the Solja Boy dance, which did seem to confuse Sophia enough that she stopped crying for about four seconds. But then she picked right back up again.

It wasn't stopping. Their daughter had woken up fussy, and after a diaper change and feeding, she'd started crying, and hadn't stopped for, by Percy's best guess, four and a half years.

"How long has it been?" Percy asked.

"One hour, thirteen minutes, and fifty-nine seconds," Annabeth said, bouncing Sophia in her arms, trying to sooth her.

"I'm texting my mom," Percy decided.

He expected Annabeth to push back, to insist that she could figure out what was wrong with her baby on her own. But she just nodded, too tired, and maybe too overwhelmed to do anything but agree.

Percy What do you do when the baby won't stop crying but nothing's wrong?

And then, he had another idea.

He copy and pasted the text, and sent it off to Clarisse.

If he'd told twelve year-old him that the girl who'd shoved his head in the toilet would become a close adult friend, he wouldn't have believed it. He still didn't really believe it. But they taught at the same school now, and (at least, pre-baby) she and Annabeth went bouldering together on weekends. Even weirder, she had three kids of her own. They were all loud, sticky, chaos junkies who tried to steal Percy's wallet for fun, but Percy liked them. They were cool little kids.

His mom texted back first:

Sally If she doesn't have a fever, you might just have to wait it out. She'll get tired eventually.

Not the thing Percy wanted to tell Annabeth, who's hair seemed to be getting taller and more frizzy as her stress levels grew.

"Here," Percy said, holding out his arms to take Sophia from her. "Lay down in the bedroom for a minute," Percy said. Sophia was only three weeks old. Annabeth was still dealing with post-partum bleeding, adjusting to breast feeding, and hardly sleeping the same as him.

Annabeth handed Sophia over without complaint, and flopped back onto the bed, a hand over her eyes.

Percy stepped out of the room and felt his phone buzz.

Clarisse Want me to help?

That was the worst possible thing she could have said. Maybe they were friends, drinking buddies, coworkers. But have Clarisse help him with his own kid? That was insane.

Percy didn't text her back. He just went back to trying to calm Sophia down. He even let Max, their beagle, try to help by licking her little feet.

Max was not much help.

Someone knocked on the door. Percy stood, Sophia in his arms, and looked through the peep hole.

Clarisse.

She only lived a few floors below them in the same demigod-safe building. War heroes didn't have to pay rent.

"I've got this under control," Percy said, opening the door and letting her in.

"Doesn't sound like it," Clarisse pointed out. She held out her hands, waiting for something.

Percy got defensive, and held onto Sophia. "Fuck off," he said. He said they were friends, he didn't say they were nice to each other.

"Don't be a bitch about it," she said. "You know what you do when she won't stop crying?" Clarisse asked.

Percy looked at her, hoping she knew where this girl's off button was. "What?"

"Hand her to someone else," Clarisse said. "Let me take care of her for a bit. Go lay down. Where's blondie?"

"Laying down," Percy said quietly. "I made her hand her over to me so she could take a break." Percy realized his confession put him in a pretty indefensible position. And sleep did sound great. "Okay, if you're sure," he said, handing Sophia over.

"I am," Clarisse said, cradling the still crying baby in her arms. His daughter's head looked like a tomato. "They teach you how to use a spear yet, kid? It's alright, I'll get you up to speed," Clarisse joked to the baby.

"Har har," Percy said. "She'll be hungry again in like an hour. I'll be out to feed her."

"Bottles in the fridge?" Clarisse asked.

"Yeah, some, and some formula."

"Then just get some sleep. I'll grab you if anything is wrong," Clarisse said.

"What?" Percy asked.

"I'm babysitting for you, dumbass. Get some sleep." And then her tone softened a bit. "No one can handle this all with just two people. I'm serious, get some sleep."

If she was being nice, actually, really nice, then he must look worse than he thought.

"Okay," he agreed. "Now, be nice, mind your manners."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Clarisse said.

"I was talking to you," Percy said, before making the confusing and baffling choice to leave his baby with his middle school bully. The choice seemed less confusing when he saw Annabeth already asleep. He got into bed, mumbled something to her about Clarisse being there, and drifted off next to her.

~

Sometimes babies really did cry for no reason. But she realized fast that this baby was crying because she was gassy. Clarisse laid Sophia on her back and moved her legs to get her hips and belly moving. Within seconds she was farting up a storm.

"Does that feel better?" Clarisse asked.

Sophia responded by scrunching up her face and doing a lot more than just farting. It went up the back. Total nightmare. But nothing unfamiliar.

Clarisse just tossed the white onesie out. It was beyond saving and not worth it.

Their little nursery was picture perfect. Pink and yellow walls with bunny rabbits painted on them, white furniture, hung and folded cute little outfits, neat bins of diapers and whips, in locations optimized for quick changes ... It was cute.

"Your mom knows how to put together a space," Clarisse said, wiping Sophia down with baby wipes. "I bet clean ups like these are easy for your dad." She wasn't crying any more, just staring at her with those big green eyes. "Your his, no doubt. Not that there would be. But you know how the gods can be sometimes ..."

Redressed in a new onesie, Clarisse picked her up and sat in the rocking chair -- plush, white, with a little fabric pocket over the side full of baby books.

"I hope you appreciate all this," Clarisse said, popping a pacifier into her mouth. "Second babies never get anything this nice."

Sophia didn't respond, but Clarisse felt like she at least understood.

Instead of reaching for baby books, Clarisse decided to take the opportunity to tell embarrassing camp stories of Sophia's parents, like the time Percy got pants-ed during Capture the Flag by an oak nymph who got offended after he tripped on one of her roots.

After a few minutes, Sophia started staring at her boobs.

"Those don't do that anymore," Clarisse said. "C'mon, lets get you fed."

It was weird how easily all the baby stuff came back to her, juggling bottles and the kid at once like it was no trouble at all. Her own kids were at summer camp, regular mortal day camp, not Camp Half-Blood yet. She'd have to go get them around four, which gave Percy and Annabeth a solid three more hours to sleep.

"I'll have to teach them how to fart you when they wake up," Clarisse said, balancing the bottle for her. "You'll probably get constipated again too. Happened to Hunter when he was a few months old. He didn't go for four days. We had to give him prune juice. It was a mess."

Sophia didn't seem too interested in that story thought, so Clarisse went back to telling her about how obvious it was that her mom had massive crush on her dad. "We used to tease her about it too. She'd get so red. I think we made her cry once. That wasn't nice of us. But it was funny. But hey, jokes on the rest of us, it all worked out for her."

Fed, burped, and changed, Clarisse rested Sophia in her crib, which probably had never actually been used before. She guessed the baby still slept in Percy and Annabeth's room.

Clarisse couldn't find the baby monitor, which was another sign that the baby was probably never far from the parents in the three weeks she'd been Earth-side. So Clarisse just settled in the rocking chair, put in one headphone, and caught up on some boxing highlights.

Sophia must have used up a lot of her energy screaming her little head off, because she slept for a good, long while. While she was still asleep, Clarisse heard a knock at the door. She got up, and spotted Percy's mom through the peep hole.

"Hi Sally," Clarisse said. She liked Percy's mom. She'd gotten to know her while Clarisse helped search for Percy the few months he'd decided to disappear and worry everyone in his life.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Sally asked, smiling and confused.

"They texted me that they couldn't get the baby to stop crying. I took over, sent them to bed," Clarisse explained.

"How's Sophia doing?" Sally asked, stepping into the place.

"Better. Just gas turned out," Clarisse said.

Sally's mom instincts kicked in in a new way, and she started tidying the living room, picking up toys and burp cloths.

"And how long have Mom and Dad been asleep?"

"Eh, two hours-ish I'd guess," Clarisse said. "I'm glad you're here. I need to head out soon. Got my own kids to worry about."

Sally smiled at her. "Thanks so much for your help. You're a good friend."

Clarisse tried to brush it off, but her face did feel warm. "It was nothing."

"Whenever you need to head out, I can handle things here. I'll let them keep sleeping," Sally said.

Clarisse nodded, and stuck around for a bit more small talk. But when Sophia started crying again, Clarisse took that as her cue to leave.

~

Percy woke up sweaty and disoriented. He looked over and didn't see Sophia in the bassinet. Where was his baby? What time was it? Annabeth was asleep next to him. Should he wake her? No, let her sleep. Their infant couldn't have gotten far.

Hand on Riptide (pen version), he snuck out into the living room.

He relaxed when he saw his mom laying on the floor with Sophia, who was doing tummy time (and doing a pretty good job of it, if Percy said so).

"Ma?" He asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Memories of leaving Sophia with Clarisse came back to him then. "When'd you get here?"

"A few hours ago. Clarisse had to get her kids from camp," Sally explained.

"She called you?" Percy asked.

"No, we just both had the same sense that you and Annabeth needed a break," Sally explained. "How did you sleep?"

"Great," Percy said, "yeah, it was awesome. Is it tomorrow?"

"It's about seven at night," Sally said. "You got a good seven hours, give or take." That was the most sleep he'd gotten in weeks.

"Wow," was all he was able to say.

"How about I order us some pizza?" Sally offered.

"Olives for Annabeth," Percy said, still sleepy. He took his mom's spot on floor and laid in front of his daughter.

He still really couldn't believe she was real. Percy booped her nose, mostly just to have some reason to reassure himself that she was a real, physical person. Sophia wiggled a bit at his touch, and reached a hand out towards him, her little tongue sticking out between her lips.

There was the tiny creature on his floor, and she had his eyes. Percy reached his hand out, and let her wrap her fist around his finger. Her little feet started to kick behind her, happy, it seemed, to be literally wrapped around Percy's finger. There was this persistent heart-swelling sense of disbelief that he felt every time he looked at her for more than a few seconds. It was as if his mind couldn't quite put together that she was real.

"What got you to finally stop screaming?" Percy asked her.

"She was gassy," Sally said. "Clarisse said she got her to fart, and then there was a blow-out situation. And then she was fine."

"Huh," Percy said. "How'd she get her to fart."

"You have to help the baby move her hips," Sally said, tapping away at her phone to place the pizza order.

Percy picked up Sophia, who seemed relieved to be done with tummy time. Percy rested a hand on her chest, the other on her bum, and started to wiggle her hips.

"Shakira, Shakira," he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, those hips don't lie, do they?"

Sophia made a small noise that seemed affirmative, but Percy was pretty sure she wasn't making any actual intentional gestures or noises yet.

"Not like that," Sally said with a laugh, taking her granddaughter away from him and laying her on her back. She started to move Sophia's legs, pressing her knees up to her chest like she was in baby yoga. His mom must have done it right, because Sophia let out a big fart for such a tiny baby.

"It's just so cool to see her really taking after me, you know?" Percy said.

Sally smiled and ruffled his bed head.

"We'll need to wake up Annabeth soon," Sally said. "I'd love to let her sleep, but she'll need to breast feed."

Percy nodded. "I'll do that now, so she can eat when the food gets here."

He tried waking her up like a Disney princess, with true loves kiss. He got "no, fuck off, I'm tired," back.

"My love," Percy said, "I'm sorry, but --"

Before he could finish, Annabeth pulled herself up to sitting. "My boobs hurt. I know." She pulled herself out of bed with a groan. "What time is it?"

"Seven," Percy said.

He thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. "In the morning?"

"No, no, at night! Same day! Clarisse watched Sophia for a while, and got her to stop crying --" Annabeth pouted, her pride obviously wounded. "--and now my mom's here. She ordered us some pizzas."

"Is Sophia okay?" Annabeth asked.

Percy nodded. "Just needed to fart apparently."

"Go figure," Annabeth said, heading towards their bathroom. "I'll be out to feed Sophia in a minute."

"I'll tell her," Percy promised. True to his word, when he got back to the living room, he scooped up his daughter and informed her: "Mommy will be out to feed you soon."

Sophia seemed to understand who mommy was, and wiggled at the mention of her. Percy could have sworn it was intentional. Sophia had a big brain. Well, a big head really. Percy's big head. At Sophia's first doctor's check up two weeks ago, the pediatrician had looked at Annabeth and said: "Usually if a baby's head was that large, we'd be worried and run tests. But looking at your husband, I can see it's just genetic." Annabeth had been laughing about it for weeks.

Percy had to assume Annabeth's big brain was in that big head. Sophia seemed so smart already.

A few minutes later, Annabeth stepped out. For as tired and abrasive as she'd been a moment ago, that seemed to all wash off her when she spotted her baby again.

"There's my girl!" Annabeth said, taking her from Percy. "Did you miss us? Yeah, is your tummy feeling better? I bet you're hungry, yeah, lets get you fed."

With Sophia settled, pizzas on the way, and his mom compulsively cleaning his kitchen (no matter how much he insisted she didn't have to), Percy texted Clarisse.

Percy Thanks for earlier. That was really cool of you. We appreciate it

Clarisse No worries. your kid's pretty cool. less annoying than either of you It takes a village though, seriously anytime, i'm happy to help

Percy looked around at his little family, and remembered the young girl who'd shoved spoonfuls of nectar into his mouth while asking him a confusing string of questions.

He thought about what it would be like to go back and tell twelve year-old him "Hey, one day, you're gonna have a baby with that girl."

He wondered what his 12 year-old self would say. "On purpose?" He guessed.

And yeah. He leaned over and kissed Annabeth's cheek. She smiled at him, caught off guard although not surprised by the sudden burst of physical affection. She just just a kissy face back, and waited for him to deliver a kiss to her lips. On purpose.

~

I've realized I'm no longer thought of as a too Clarisse la Rue fan blog, so that needs to change lmao

[towasdandelion]

How would mortkranken and obscurary handle b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶u̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶p̶o̶r̶t̶ dealing with mc during ovulation week

Okay I do hope I'm reading this correctly cause otherwise this is going to be a lil awkward hehe. I see we're in for another spicy series (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Let's just say ovulation is scary. Anyways I hope you'll like this!

Mortkranken and Obscuary ghouls "dealing" with you while you're ovulating

warning: nsfw ahead

Jiro follows your cycle closely. Not just because of health. He just genuinely finds it interesting to observe the subtle changes in you. And let's just say he doesn't mind it in the slightest when that time comes. He's usually pretty touchy with you on daily basis so yeah. You can do whatever you want, his patience won't run out even if you ask him to come over again. He loves the fact that he can fuck you much more often since his own needs are pretty high. You can see a small satisfied smile on his face, upon seeing your blissful expression. But.. he's going to fuck you one more time, just to be sure.

Yuri also follows your cycle, but for health reasons purely. Or so it seems. He also does it to make sure he's prepared for when that time comes. He's pretty embarrassed. He knows it's in your nature, but still. Seeing you like this is too much for him. And now he's a bit conflicted.. because obviously he doesn't want to leave you unsatisfied. Will literally have to prepare himself mentally though. He's actually on the verge on losing his mind when he hears his name fall from your lips every time he thrusts into you. And as your lashes flutter as you get lost in the pleasure.. he knows he's gone, as much as he hates to admit it. A part of him is utterly fascinated when you're horny.

Ed. Case closed. But seriously, I don't think I need to say anything here. He loves it. He enjoys your "suffering" thoroughly. And of course, he's always there to satisfy you. Not like he leaves his room anyways. Won't be able to hold back from teasing you though. You always berate him whenever he's the one being horny 24/7, so consider this a little payback. But before your get too angry he's already going to have you sprawled on his bed underneath him, writhing in pleasure. There's nothing he loves more than seeing you happy. Doesn't matter if the happiness comes from having your brains fucked out or by cuddling. Same thing to him.

Rui also doesn't mind when you're needy like that. Though 'doesnt mind' is an understatement. He's takes a full advantage of it. He'd never shy away from providing you some pleasure. And the more, the better. Seeing you horny makes him horny as well so good luck leaving the bed I guess? Whatever you want - you'll get it. You want him to be gentle and whisper sweet words into your ear? You got it. You want him to fuck you so hard you're seeing stars? No questions asked he's doing it. But it doesn't end there. You can ask for anything really. A cuddling session in the middle of the day, or some spicy pictures from him. He's doing it all for you. He's doing everything he can and more to keep his girl happy.

Lyca might not know exactly how it works yet, but he'll connect the dots eventually, thanks to the fact he can sense your scent change a few times every month. And he definitely did notice it affects him as well. He probably is going to try stay away from you in the beginning. Your scent, even though subtle - will drive him insane and make him wish he could just take you here and now. Wait, that's what you want too? Then you better take him to your bedroom before he starts humping you in public.. Well, he doesn't have to worry about anything, now that it's behind the closed doors. You're up for some intense sex that will take your breath away.

[the-empress-7]

Meghan just does the same thing again and again thinking it'll make people love her. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity right? But in Meghan's mind this time receiving an award she paid for will convince everyone she's the best person to ever live. It's not even fun making fun of her anymore, she's predictable and everything she tries fails.

I have genuinely lost count of the number of awards she has bought herself, and not a single one of them has made any difference.

[boldlychristina]

im gonna be real with you chat, it has been very hard to attempt to quell my "irrational" thoughts when the universe seems intent on proving them right

[floorpancakes]

funny thought that just came to me do you think watanuki would start crying getting spooned for the first time because he's emotionally overwhelmed

[velvet-kxss]

How’s Mr Lucky?

Wouldn’t know. I have once again been ✨ghosted✨ mid conversation for what is the 6th time maybe? I’ve honestly lost count.

Mid conversation when the last few messages were about falling asleep at the wheel so imagine my panic and worry lmao. I’m guessing another new number/phone. Either way, how sick and cruel is that?

But you know what though? I am done trying to figure out what’s wrong with me and what would make people do that to me. I am done overanalysing what I said or did that was so wrong.

I think people need to start thinking about what’s wrong with them and why they’d do something like that someone else. Especially when that person did nothing but care for them.

Xxx

[thefluxsystem]

i wish that there were actually as many DID specialists as it seems like there are.

so many of these therapists are out here just trying to pad their resume, then when they actually have someone with DID in the chair, they try to fake it til they make it. which they never do.

how am i supposed to get better, when the people who claim they can help are lying about it?

[wheelercore]

Im sick of all the wheel puns in st... why is hollytedkaren riding that ferris wheel.

[casuallytalkingtothevoid]

What do you even do when a fanfic you read years ago updates? Like one you thought was so dead and in the ground.

One you mourned the loss of because it was that good and you reread it every time a new chapter came out. You didn’t afterword because rereading a fic you know isn’t going to update will just break your heart. Not to mention you were falling out of that fandom.

Now that fic is coming out with an update chapter right next to a continuation fic.

What do you even do.

And now you have to reread this half a million word fic and somehow pay attention to literally anything else. Now you have to reread every other fic in that series.

Now you have to risk being pulled right back in to the death trap that is that fandom. Knowing full well that once you start, there isn’t much hope of you stopping again anytime soon.

Is it even worth it?

But still, you do it anyway, because you are only human.

[cannibal-nightmares]

i do love to joke about it, but my past shrink sincerely and adamantly declaring me a time traveler was a lot more damaging than i would care to admit.

[megaawkwardhuman]

OK I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR FIVE SECONDS TOO LONG I GOTTA WRITE THIS DOWN CUZ OH BOOOY

ok so we all know guillermo is supposed to be under quadruple hypnosis and can't hurt any of the vamps in season 3

unless you forgot but I don't blame you if you did

side note: does that mean energy vampires can use hypnosis or can they only if they're assisted by a blood sucking vampire? (NO MATTER WHAT I DO ENERGY VAMPS WILL FOREVER CONFUSE ME)

and since he's immune he's gotta at least pretend to prevent them from fucking killing him

got it? got it

now remember the slap™ right?

who doesn't? gotta be one of my fav nandermo moments

now I know it was heat of the moment and everyone was on edge so really I get nobody noticing but OH MY FUCKING GOD GUILLERMO YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY YOU WERE ABLE TO SLAP HIM AND GET AWAY WITH IT

BUT this isn't about me being annoyed about this really small thing no no no

I have a small theory: the slap led to the nandermo fight

let me explain (note: this only works if you believe the fight was pre-planned which I do)

now I'm not saying he immediately thought of getting guillermo to fight him like five seconds after getting slapped no no no

I personally think once all the shit with the sire died down like maybe as he was laying in his coffin trying to sleep it fucking hit him HEY WAIT A MINUTE GUILLERMO FUCKING SLAPPED ME

now he probably didn't tell anyone (maybe scolded guillermo? but I doubt it) and just let the fact that it's clear the hypnosis didn't work to himself since if he did tell anyone guillermo is fucked

so after a bit it might have just sunk into the back of his mind

that was until when he was planning the trip to turn guillermo

he wanted to make sure he could protect him but how could he do that? I mean if he can't hurt him how can he prove he can protect me without putting either of them in danger? guess no trip :(

this is where the slap comes in!

at some point while coming up with how to test him he remembered hey wait a minute guillermo can slap him which means he could possibly do MORE than just slap him which means he can fight him to prove he CAN defend him

cough cough it also could mean guillermo can fuck his shit up in a really homoerotic way which he's really down for cough cough WHO SAID THAT

bada bing bada boom the plan to get guillermo to fight him is born to the delight of nandermo shippers out there

[dazais-guardian-angel]

delighted that i'm so much more fond of chuuya at this point than i was just a couple years ago. it took the stormbringer play, the cannibalism play, and the fifteen manga (still haven't gotten to those two novels in their entirety, I Will Soon I Promise), it took 6ish+ years, but i can confidently say I Get It Now. Now i just need asagiri to break him (affectionate) in the manga and actually give him a character arc already <333

[indifferentenkephalin]

i want to be optimistic, and cooperative, and decisive and responsible. i really really do. i don't like stagnation. trust me, i don't deliberately choose to. i want to work on everything. i do. i do. i really do. i wish you wouldn't give up on me like this. because if even you do - how am I supposed to not do the same?

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[mwphisto]

Simple things that turn LnDs men on~

Including: Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, and Caleb x reader. Reader is implied female but most can be interpreted however you please!

Warning, this post is 18+! Some lighter smut since my brain cannot handle anything else atm (I’m graduating university in 3 weeks)

Shifting banner from @cafekitsune <3

Xavier

Cuddling with you, seeing you sleepy and warm and soft in his embrace, under his blankets, in his bed. He can’t help it, you’re just so perfect, so sweet in this state. His hands can’t help but wander, sliding over your soft tummy, your thighs, eventually landing to cup your chest. His nose nuzzles into the crown of your head, inhaling your shampoo, and the next thing he knows? His hips are swiveling softly into the plush of your ass.

When you get mad. He’s not capable of explaining why his body has the reaction it does. Other than the plain statement of “you’re hot when you’re mad.” Which isn’t a lie, Xavier finds you so hot when you’re angry. Seeing you so passionate about something that it gets your blood boiling? He’s thinking of ways to get you to cool down. How easily he could switch the downward tilt of your brows into something far more… relaxed… pleased… blissed out…

Sitting on his lap is a definite way to get his attention. Xavier can get a bit lost in his hobbies, whether it be reading or scrolling articles on his phone. Sometimes the call of his name doesn’t snap him out of his trance. But you know what does? Settling your pretty self on his muscular legs, a smile on your lips, your hands cupping his cheeks and guiding him up towards your glittery eyes. The weight of you on him, the warmth, the surprise of his train of thought being interrupted, all of it has his heart rate spiking. Until all he can see, hear, and feel is you.

Rafayel

Matching his energy can totally catch the artist off guard — the absolute best way. To be blunt, you’re able to match his freak so well he can’t help but get turned on at how in sync the two of you are. His beautiful bride, perfect in every way. When you two are so effortlessly on the same page, he finds himself struggling to keep his composure. Luckily for him, you always seem to know what he’s thinking without him so much as saying a word.

Willingly being his muse just might send Raf into a coma. Seeing you sprawled over his couch, barely dressed so he can do some anatomy sketches has him shifting uncomfortably on his stool. Your sweet smile, delicate and skilled hands, the way you whisper his name while he scribbles on his paper with a rosy blush on his cheeks. You’re just so effortlessly beautiful it drives him insane.

Noticing the smallest details about him will get his head spinning. Rafayel harbors a lot of mixed emotions regarding his past and he loves you wholeheartedly but sometimes he just can’t… let go. When you take the time to get to know him — or as much as he’s willing to give you — and you actually pick up on things that go unsaid? His head is spinning, his heart pounding, the seal on his chest burning brightly. He wants to devote himself to you, it’s just part of his nature at this point. Eventually, he’ll work through it all and give into what he needs most…

Zayne

Your laughter sends his heart into a nose dive. He’s never been one for jokes, his dry humor often carrying him through. But when he says something that genuinely has you belly laughing, his name a sweet melody on your lips as you try and contain your giggles? He’s shifting his legs to hide the growing tension between his legs. You look at him with such adoration, so sweet and delicate, he has to reign himself in before frost creeps up his neck.

Giving him your full attention when he begins to ramble about nerdy medical things definitely causes the surgeon to lose his train of thought. You may not understand the scientific terms he’s using, and you may feel a bit bad when he has to explain them again with simpler terminology, but your attention is undivided regardless. And Zayne notices, of course he does. His heart is pounding as he rattles off all of his fascinations — such as new research he’s compiled about neonatal heart defects. You’re so engaged with him, nodding along and even asking him some questions. He’s fighting the urge to kiss you senseless. After a long day you’re so willing to listen to him ramble on about his research? He’s going to marry you, and fuck you senseless for being such a good girl.

Taking care of him, such as shaving his face or washing his hair will have Zayne be putty in your hands. He does so much for others, puts so much care and effort into making their lives better. It’s only right that you step up and do the same for Dr. Zayne. Though, bless him, he didn’t expect you to straddle his lap and shave him with a straight razor. Didn’t expect to be engulfed by the sent of your perfume as you settle your weight on his legs and glide the razor over his skin. It’s intimate, the proximity of your bodies is close enough to generate some warmth. He’ll lose it before you’re able finish one side of his unshaven cheek.

Sylus

Skinship with the leader of Onychinus is pretty special. Sylus savors every second of it, given that your hands rarely touch him outside of holding his waist when on his bike. The feeling of your fingers on his cheeks, your legs caging his as you sit together on the couch, your fingers intertwining with his. He’s a goner, so touch starved it’s nearly pitiful. He’s always been a man of composure, but god dammit you’re just so soft compared to him. You’re so warm and smell so good and you’re just so… you’re so sparing with your touches. As if you’re hesitant, not sure if he’d want your hands on him in the first place. Drives him so insane, he craves to hold you close but doesn’t want to push you before you’re ready.

Seeing you wear clothes he picked out for you has Sylus adjusting his collar and inhaling deep through his nose. His mark is on you, even if it’s not on your skin, you’re dressed so beautifully. You match him, compliment him perfectly. You look so breathtaking he has to mentally pat himself on the back for having such damn good taste. Seeing you feel yourself in what he’s picked does wonders for his already big ego. Seeing you twirl and smile as you admire yourself in the dress, the skirt, the pants, the shirt, whatever he’s picked out for you for the occasion. It gives him a sense of pride, like he’s done good, and it’s a genuine plus that you look so goddamn perfect in every outfit.

Kissing his knuckles nearly sends him over the edge one night. You had finished cleaning some wounds while his evol recharged and sealed the deal with a gingerly placed kiss on his battered knuckles. Sylus nearly sees stars because of it, such an overwhelming surge of possessiveness and heat flooding his weary veins that he nearly pops a hard-on then and there on the floor.

Caleb

Stealing his clothing is something you’ve always done. Something about it being comfier, softer, smelling like him. God he doesn’t even care for the reason, he just knows you look so divine in his shirt, his boxers, his hoodie. So cute and small compared to him, marked as his for anyone who has the gracious opportunity to see you in such a state. He guesses it’s only fair you steal his clothes, since he has a small — but growing — collection of your panties—

Relying on him 100% would put Caleb on cloud nine. Giving up your tough guy act and simply putting all of your needs on him would have him struggling to keep his composure long enough to actually see the tasks through. Could be something as simple as asking him to cut up some fruit for you, could be as complicated as giving your bike a tuneup. Regardless, Caleb is blissed out and glossy-eyed as he shows his love for you in his favorite fashion.

Slipping into his bed in the middle of the night has been something you’ve done since childhood. Bad dream, can’t sleep, anxious or stressed, Caleb’s arms have always been your biggest comfort. He waits for it, waits for the creak of his door and your quiet whisper of permission. He craves the dip of his mattress, the weight and warmth of your body next to his under his sheets. He has to be mindful of where his hips land on you, purely out of fear that you might feel something you’re not supposed to just yet.

[agender-vampling]

stay away from children. or consider suicide

Fun fact! I tried! You can read about that in This Post! But I doubt you care! I doubt you're still here! I doubt you even felt obligated to see if I WOULD try AGAIN to die!

I won't! Been there done that didn't work! I am meant to be alive because if I wasn't I wouldn't be!