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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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bite me part two? 🥺👉👈

BITE ME ( PART 2. ) ALASTOR (HEAVILY FT. LUCIFER) X READER. — you arrive back from your outing with charlie and find a familiar face at the bar. it was unusual to find him there, and when he asks you what's wrong, it's hard to turn him away even if you are looking for someone else.

tags. explicit consent, but you don't actually fuck alastor, acknowledging his asexuality, jealousy. plot contains. ballroom dancing and flirting with lucifer! <3 wc. 3.3k

a/n. so sorry this took weeks! i hope you enjoy this anyhow <3

related links . . . part 1. bite me : lucifer’s ver.

masterlist. requests as of 0324 : open.

“You smell delicious, mon cher.”

Your eyes widened at the mirror blurring right in front of you. The dull bathrooms of the hotel hadn’t gone through any paint jobs yet, so in this light, it was the palest, dullest blue that almost glorified the blaring red that your companion possessed. There was no running water and yet the edges fogged up, puffs of greedy heat threatening to reach the very center. You stared right back at your own puzzled complexion, a mix between restraint and twisted bewilderment.

Your hands were limp in Alastor’s slender ones as he held them by your sides, your right hand a little more extended than the other.

He lowered his chin and rested snugly on your shoulder. His eyes shut. His smile was persistent, mocking and as bright as ever.

“Is it truly what you desire?” Alastor asked, and like the moisture that infected the mirror, his bloodied velvet voice rang like a snake’s hiss in your head. “To be … undone by his frivolous charms.”

He spat the words out like it was venom threatening to poison the very tongue he used to keep you right where you were, conflicted with the thrill of your wrestling heart over what this man had been doing to you.

“Alastor …”

“Or would you prefer it to be by my own hand?”

Alastor’s left hand left yours in a quick motion as it went flush against your upper abdomen.

You bit your lip as his hand traveled further down the smooth fabric of your clothing, almost mirroring the movement of sweat rolling down your forehead and cheek.

“Well?” He refrained himself from laughing, but of course it was a very poor attempt.

You were slowly but surely crumpling in his ever tightening grasp.

His hand stopped dead at the very bottom of your stomach.

Your breath hitched. Liquid fire spread in between each strand of hair on your head as you gulped.

“May I?”

“Al, what are you doing? You wouldn’t do this. You’re playing with me,” you dared to speak out amidst the haze of speechlessness that had been cast upon you by this half-done bathroom—by the swell of Alastor’s chest on your shoulder blades, by his entire body that had been so perfect of a puzzle piece against the back of your own.

“Oh, but I would,” Alastor snickered in a low, sinister tone that only finished in a high. “You’ve already witnessed the measures I’d travel just to make myself happy. You and I are both unaware of what I’m capable of doing for the one I yearn for.”

“Al … that’s …”

This is all wrong. He’s going about it the completely wrong way.

Your eyes finally shoot up and away from the mirror that distorted your tunnel-vision view—but that could very well be your own mind overwhelming your body, making it jump hoops all for its own sick gain.

If you started all over again, you couldn’t have guessed you’d end up here. And even if you could … would you have avoided it?

…

The bar had been its usual glowing, droopy green as it always had, with Husk tending to it like he was its loyal servant—and in a way, he was. With being the hotel’s bartender, he was unspokenly tasked to help the poor souls that wander over to his bar to look for solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

But today … had been slightly different.

Slightly different in the sense that Husk … couldn’t read the man before him. He looked … tired, with subtle bags forming below his once bright, wide eyes whenever he looked down, but he still smiled when he downed a shot and settled for red wine after the very first one.

When you and Charlie came bursting in with what would be the sun’s energy if it possessed the power to speak, your eyes matched the man at the bar’s. Husk saw it immediately.

Not just the dark circles under your eyes, or how your shoulders went limp the moment Charlie regrouped with her girlfriend.

Your neck.

It had been very slightly deformed, but he couldn’t explain in what way. In almost every angle, it was flawless skin that looked the same all across your hands, arms and face. But in just one angle in particular …

Husk flinched when Lucifer called your name from across the hotel lobby, waving at you to sit down next to him. The bags disappeared without a trace, with only that bright smile everyone knew so well to accompany his already cheery demeanor. You would have almost forgotten he was even sitting at the gloomy bar in the first place.

“How was your little outing with Charlie? Did you and my little girl have fun?” He asked as his smile persisted through his drinking.

“Yes, sir, we—”

“Oh, no need for that now, just call me Lucifer,” he chuckled as he waved you off.

“Okay,” you smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine, why do you ask my dear?” Lucifer raised a brow but his other hand was still wrapped around his half-finished glass of liquor.

“Well, it’s just that—”

You flinched as gentle fingers on your cheek had forced you to twist your neck at an awkward angle.

A whispering breeze blew past a sore spot you had forgotten.

You swatted Lucifer’s hand away and gasped at your own sharp reaction.

“Shit, I’m so sorry sir I—”

“Who did that to you?”

His voice crumbled unstable, being held up by only his will to know what happened. He glanced up at you, brows tensed and pulled together.

You covered your neck, rolling your lips into a crumpled line.

“Lucifer, it’s nothing, really,” you insisted.

Lucifer reached out again. “At least let me heal it—”

“You can’t,” you said, gently deflecting his hand once more.

He blinked a few times. His gaze briefly rested on your shoulder before resuming to his own glass as he sighed silently.

“Alright then.”

He snapped his fingers and summoned a soft scarf from a pume of red smoke. He presented it to you with two hands and you took it wearily, but wrapped it around your neck as soon as you had it in your grasp.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m only worried,” he said, and your name was exhaled from his lips like it was something he’d been keeping in.

“Could you at least … think about it? For me?”

“Think about what?”

“Letting me heal your wound. It looks painful,” Lucifer added as he squinted back at where your wound would have been had you not covered it up with the scarf.

“I’ll …” you paused as you looked away. The lobby had been rather empty tonight considering the evening was settling in, this was usually when people would be flooding either into the dining hall for dinner or out to catch their own meals.

Your gaze fell on Charlie who had been Vaggie’s headrest as they watched tv together in the lobby. They don’t usually do this, so you had a feeling it might have had something to do with the man right in front of you. After all, it wasn’t a usual sight to see him anywhere near the bar considering he clearly found it distasteful.

“I’ll think about it.”

Lucifer nodded. A warm smile overtook his cheeks. “Thank you.”

Husk glanced between you and Lucifer and set down the empty wine bottle he’d been wiping at the side.

He walked over to the back of the bar where the other bottles of liquor were on display and reached for a small radio with knobs on either side. He knew that this would come in handy someday, even if he hated to admit that the radio demon was right.

He turned the knob once, and a fast-talking demon barely got a word in before he turned it again. It took a few more turns before he settled on a song he was lucky to have stumbled upon.

The slow, swaying tune of trumpets began to play, the sound bouncing off the walls to create an ambience similar to that of an old film shot in a fancy hotel just like this one.

And like the corrupt angels heard Husk’s scattered prayers, Angel Dust appeared by the main stairs of the hotel.

“Hey, I’m just gonna head out for dinner,” he called to him before his eyes wandered the ceilings. “Hey, what’s this fancy tune?”

The radio had been magically routed throughout the hotel lobby, and it had been like this since Alastor had given him this radio to tuck away in case of ‘dire situations.’

Everyone looked around the walls of the hotel, amazement filled in the glimmers of their eyes at what they were hearing.

“Just a lil’ somethin’ to lighten up the mood. I haven’t been outside but I’m sure it’s a fine evening,” Husk says rather apathetically, considering the actual content of his words.

“Hey, wait I know this song!” Angel Dust perked up as his eyes widened just as much as his agape smile had. “Husk, c’mon!”

Charlie and Vaggie had already taken the floor and slow-danced in swirls.

Angel Dust rushed towards the bar and beckoned Husk once more.

“It … is a lovely night,” Lucifer uttered your name once more, catching your attention as you exchanged tired gazes with him. “Care to dance, love?”

Lucifer offered you his hand.

But all you saw were the memories of what had happened upstairs not too long ago. The striking pain, the oozing pleasure—Alastor’s gaze.

“Lucifer, it’s very sweet of you, but I can’t,” you refused again.

Lucifer’s already effete smile dissipated, but his hand remained persistent.

“It’s only a dance, my dear. With all the things that wear you down, I can’t think of a more perfect distraction,” Lucifer persisted as his hand remained extended out before you.

You considered Lucifer’s words for a minute. Alastor hasn’t appeared when he usually does whenever Charlie comes back from an errand, and you didn’t want to disturb him especially after the intimate moment you shared before leaving. It must have been a lot for him considering his sexual orientation, even if sex wasn’t involved.

And, Lucifer had been nothing but endearing since you came back. He didn’t pry into your business even if you knew he could tell that you were fatigued.

You hooked a finger in the scarf Lucifer had given you, as if to remind yourself of just how patient and kind Lucifer had been when even he seemed out of it tonight.

You nodded as you took his hand, and you yelped at the sudden pull of your entire body as he spun you around. Before you could reorient yourself, you were in the empty floors of the hotel lobby, with one hand clasped on Lucifer’s own, and the other on his shoulder. His other hand held your waist upright as you danced in tandem, you and Lucifer’s feet like two parts of the same mechanism. His one step forward was your one step back.

“Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again, it’s been a long, long, time …”

His eyes remained on you, a gentle smile shone in the gold lighting of the hotel. Perhaps this was why he was named the Morningstar; the setting sun whispered over his cheeks and his gaze, even if it had now been tainted red, was still something to behold.

“Did I tell you you look lovely tonight?” Lucifer asked gingerly.

You held back a chuckle. “You might have mentioned it, yes.”

“Oh, you kid,” Lucifer grinned as he shook his head. “The answer is ‘no,’ dear.”

“Then what was the point of asking?”

Lucifer paused, and all you could do was search his features for an answer.

“It was so that I can tell you a million times over.”

You only had a second to react when he spun you a lot slower this time, and you were actually able to catch a glimpse of Husk and Angel dancing nearby and … was that a stain on the wall?

“You look lovely tonight,” Lucifer uttered in hushed tones, the low voice casting a fumes over your line of thought.

He pulled away from you for a moment, but had a firm grasp as your only link to him was both your hands, arms outstretched to each other. He pulled you back towards him again, your chest to be flush against his own as your hand instinctively found his again.

“You look lovely tonight,” he repeated in a more hopeful tone, and by this time you understood what he was doing and you finally let yourself laugh.

As the song slowed to an end, he dipped you delicately as his arm steeled under your lower back to hold the rest of you up.

“You look … lovely. Tonight,” Lucifer finished.

He helped you up as your eyes locked onto his, though, if you were being honest with yourself, it might have been locked there for just about the entire dance; you were just too busy exploring what laid beneath. You finally returned his solemn smile and he reached to the side of your face to tuck some stray hair behind your ear.

You tilted your head towards his touch, as if it was almost by instinct again.

“You know, I was looking to … loosen up tonight, if you catch my meaning,” Lucifer lifted his chin as hints of that signature grin peeked through his lips.

A raindrop string, a bird’s cry—what had been something so endearing had suddenly turned strangely bittersweet. The answer had been more than sparkling clear in your head.

“Lucifer, I—”

Your eyes instinctively fell on that dark spot on the wall again.

And your entire body shivered ice cold. You perked up and away from Lucifer’s hand as the stain on the wall sneered at you.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked.

Except, it really wasn’t a stain on the wall. More of a shadow in the chair. Alastor materialized fully into a single seater by the tv, eyes squinted as his close-mouthed smile stretched from ear to ear.

Alastor’s high pitched cackle echoed in your head as he dissolved into black wisps again, his shadow stretching towards the half-done women’s public bathroom of the hotel.

“Did you hear that?”

“No … what’s—”

“I’m sorry, I have to go—um, to the bathroom.”

Lucifer called your name as you slipped away from him, but you ignored his call as you rushed into the bathroom like you said you would.

When you burst through the door, the bathroom sat humid and abandoned with the air conditioning of the hotel kept completely out from the stuffy room. The structure of it had really come together nicely, so it wouldn’t have looked nearly as creepy if the team had gotten the paint job done this week.

“Why have you come, dear?” That smooth yet high pitched voice echoed not just in your head this time, but it ricocheted off the walls and back at you to hear it ring a second, third, and fourth time.

Alastor was loudest over your shoulder. You felt his breath tickle your neck as his shoes clicked along the tiled floors. He walked around you, finally showing himself as he planted his cane on the floor between both of you.

“Lucifer and I were just talking and I was looking for you after we came back but you didn’t come to see us. Then music played and …”

Alasto waited a while before speaking up himself. “And what?”

“Oh c’mon Al, could you just—not do this for once? Please? You know what I’m trying to say. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … do that.”

“Do what? Dance with the very man that has me scratching layers of my own skin and flesh out?” Alastor looked up in thought, though knowing him, this remark had been smeared all over his lips since he’d first observed you with Lucifer. All he’d done was scrape the nastiest parts and flung it right at you.

“Alastor, I didn’t know if I should have disturbed you when I got back, alright? Don’t be like that. I really am sorry—and you’re being mean about it, I’m trying to be genuine here,” you protested as you folded your arms over your chest.

“Oh, darling,” Alastor sighed sympathetically. He approached you with just a step or two forward, and with your head still hung low, your eyes zipped at him as he laid a gentle hand on top of your own.

That hand grabbed yours and in a gush of wind, you were in front of the mirror with Alastor’s entire body glued to your back.

. . .

And you’re back in the present. His hand was a clothing iron to your lower stomach, burning and sticking to you like you had to get it off.

“Alastor, do you think I’d choose Lucifer over you for sex?” You shrieked in disbelief.

Alastor’s lips pursed in thought. “It’s the one thing he acquired that i have not. It’s the only thing I can think of.”

“And you’d make yourself uncomfortable … just to keep me from leaving you?”

You feel Alastor slowly nod with his head still pressed against you.

“It’s an indulgence i find useless and quite incomprehensible however—”

You broke out of his grasp and turned around, your hands ending up around his nape.

“Al.”

His complexion relaxed from its previously shocked state. He blinked, and he pinned you against the sink when he leaned into you, his hands on either side of the sink’s edge.

“I think it’s very sweet that you would do that for me,” you began shakily. “But I also … I want you to want me.”

Alastor tilted his head.

“But I do want you, darling. Just earlier up in my quarters I was thinking how lovely it would be to read dracula to you while you drift off to sleep.”

You smiled sheepishly, finally breaking eye contact with him as you lower your head.

“Yes. I’d like that very much. But that’s not what I’m talking about, dear,” you reiterate with honey that Alastor could taste in your tone as you felt him ease up in your hands, he somehow grew warmer, softer—like he had been making himself easier to hold for you.

“I’m … I’m talking about sex.”

“Yes. If you’d like that then—”

“No, Al. I’ve accepted that you’re aromantic and asexual a long time ago. And I consider myself lucky to be in some sort of exclusive arrangement with you already.”

“‘an individual that rarely experiences romantic or sexual attraction.’”

Your eyes widened. “You know?”

“I asked Niffty to use voogle because I felt my skin crumple and bubble at the very thought of participating in that picture box head’s scheme. But yes, I am now aware of such terms. I find that it suits me quite well.”

“I’d like to respect that, Al. You’re who I want to spend all my time with. And if sex makes you uncomfortable then we don’t have to do it. I can always do it myself.”

Alastor continued to smile as if you hadn’t said anything. As if you hadn’t just handed him your heart—blood, arteries and all—on a silver platter. You bit your lip and it pulsated like a heartbeat, but maybe you were just getting lightheaded.

Alastor finally pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as his grin shrunk down to a barely visible smile.

“Thank you, my treasure.”

That night, as Alastor had mentioned, you went to bed in matching pajamas as he read your own book to you, Dracula by Bram Stoker. You fell asleep quite a while after he’d begun reading, and even if Alastor barely gets any sleep at all, he still shifts next to you under the sheets to have you close.

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reaperlight · 6 months

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More Fanfic memes/imagines without context to stay motivated:

Venom: *gasp* A baby!

Cletus: I'm a killer, Eddie.

Eddie: Buddy... I've killed more people than you.

Anne: Why does Eddie call you babygirl?

Totally-not-Cletus: How about we stop talking for a while.

Anne: You've really matured as a person and I'm really proud of you.

Eddie: *Internal screaming*

*Something bad happens to Sonny and Cher*

Venom:

"You just wanna hold my boobs."

"They're my boobs too. I made them."

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misskittyhart · 2 months

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Chapter 2 Loud And Crashing All Around

The room was cleared of tables and the band was expanding turning the Silver Magnolia into a dance floor. Which happened every time Kitty was done. She sighed happily moving into her dressing room getting changed into something more casual. The dress she was wearing had so many beads on it, that it was quite heavy and cumbersome to move in. She was mindful to be as quick as she could since Alastor was still in the club.

She chose a lovely dark dress flowing dress that came to her shins, and she opted for smaller heels. This would have a lovely flow to it for dancing, and since she was still feeling the heat from the stage lights it was a welcome breezy outfit.

Quickly she looked at herself in the mirror making sure she was still looking good. She always had to keep up her appearance since she was the draw for the club. Moving her hair into a partial updo, she adjusted the big magnolia flower clip in her hair. Nodding lightly in approval of her appearance she turned heel and left her dressing room.

Alastor waited at a small table to the side of the room watching as they transformed it into a dance floor. The buzz and energy in the room was exciting. He waited patiently for Kitty to return. He was quite amazed out how wonderful she was. Her voice was incredible and there was such a commanding presence she had. There was a sense of pride and elegance about her on that stage. He had to admit she was quite alluring. The little vixen definitely caught his attention, which wasn’t easy.

Kitty came back into the main room scanning it carefully looking for Alastor. She hoped he hadn’t left yet. He noticed her looking for him and put his hand up with a small wave. His signature grin plastered on his face. She smiled brightly at him and quickly made her way through the crowd. Before she could get far some one grabbed her wrist firmly.

Alastor had a glint of anger in his eyes seeing a man grab her suddenly stopping her from coming towards him. Kitty jerked her head over her shoulder to see who was bold enough to grab her.

“There you are cher you were quite gorgeous tonight. Have you thought about my offer?” The man spoke to her. He was tall and thin and had slicked back blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wasn’t unattractive and was dressed well. He smelled like money.

Kitty jerked her wrist free a look of rage crossed her eyes before she had to calm herself. She had to keep it light and professional. “I had said last time, Jonathan, I am not interested in marrying you.”

His hand grabbed her waist pulling her towards him. “Why not? You’d have it easy. I have tons of money to take care of you.” He huffed. Kitty could smell the alcohol on him. She scowled as he grabbed her waist.

“I said no.” She said venom dripping in her voice.

Jonathan pulled her to him. “I’m not asking nicely any more. You will be mine.”

Before kitty could push off of him, Alastor was there. He spun Kitty in a circle pulling her to him. “There you are darling~” he said in that honey toned voice. Kitty was a little surprised by his sudden moves. “Do not touch my girl.” Alastor said he was grinning but there was dangerous look in his eye and his voice dripped with a sudden malice. It made her skin burst into goosebumps. He was acting so possessive. She looked up at him playing his game shaking off the goosebumps.

“Oh there you are darling~” she said touching his cheek playing the act. As much as kitty wanted to tell Jonathan off she couldn’t do it in the club. She had to always be professional.

Alastor smiled softly curling one of her stray hairs around his finger. “Come on darling I want to dance.”

Jonathan scowled and stormed off. He was seething with rage and jealousy. Which only made Alastor’s grin widen. Kitty sighed softly feeling glad Alastor was here, other wise there would have been a scene. He released her.

“Thanks….that could have gotten bad” she sighed

Alastor grinned down at her, “I couldn’t very well let a beautiful woman be in distress~”

“That guy is the worst. That’s the third time he tried to get me to marry him. He’s always drunk. I heard he’s an industrial baron. He’s a real piece of work with his staff too I heard. He does not like the word no.” She scowled

Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he committed this to memory. He smirked “well let’s not let that oaf spoil our night. I’d love to dance Kitty.”

She smirked at him, “I could do that.” With out a moment to hesitate he grabbed her hand spinning her to him. He danced with her his hand on her waist and his hand holding hers as he led her into the Charleston. The jazz was loud and made the room shake with music. The energy was hot and heavy. The air thick and humid as people danced and partied like tomorrow would never come.

He smiled down at her “You were stunning you know.” He said softly his cheek close to her ear. “You command that stage with great grace and power. You held the audience captive while you sang. I have to say that’s quite alluring~”

Kitty felt the closeness of him in this moment was making her a little light headed. Normally she wouldn’t take an offer to dance, but he was nice. He did help her out again. So she let him have this.

Men in the room looked at Alastor with jealous glances. This only fed his ego and made his grin widen. He loved the attention. Having this power over others was certainly a rush. She was in his possession and she was coveted. That alone made this s splendid high.

It seemed like time was dragging forever as they danced. Kitty closed her eyes getting lost in the sound of the loud music. It was so loud she could barely hear anything else. She came to and opened her eyes looking over Alastor’s face; his eyes were burning into hers.

“See something you like?” He grinned teasing her.

She laughed softly shaking her head. He was quite handsome. His bright charming smile only added to his air of confidence. He spun her and twirled her outward before drawing her back and close to him. His breath against her ear “you really are quite the lady you know? Just my type. Powerful, prideful, elegant and simply stunning” he teased speaking into her ear.

Kitty shivered. Being so close to him made her feel flushed. Just who was this man. Why was he so enthralling? She felt lost in him dancing until she was out of breath. Her legs feeling exhausted. She started to pay attention to him more. She felt like she smelled something slightly metallic on him. She knew that smell. By his ear was the smallest fleck of dark red. Blood.

“Did you cut yourself shaving?” She asked him honestly. His eyes flashed with a dark look for a brief second his smile still on his face.

“Why do you ask, Cher?” He smirked

“You have a little blood right here.” She said touching the spot by his ear.

“I could ask you the same~” he whispered into her ear touching her crystal earring. “My, my…don’t tell me. You are quite the mysterious and entertaining woman” his voice was low with a slight drip of malice to it.

Her breath hitched in the throat. She had blood on her earring? Panic set in, and suddenly she knew why she was allured by Alastor. She felt his essence radiating that of bloodlust. Something she knew all to well. She stayed silent

“Tch aw, cat got your tongue?” He teased his eyes burning into hers. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have quite the nasty habit~” his hand slipped down to her thigh. “You think you could hide that knife from me? Naughty girl you are~”

Kitty froze her eyes flicked to his. A look of danger burning in her green eyes. Alastor laughed loudly at her. “That’s right~ I know what you are.” He whispered.

She stopped dancing with him. She felt her heart drop. He knew what she was because he was the same. Putting two and two together she stared at him.

He laughed grinning “I think we should have a word”

“I agree.” She said

They moved off the dance floor the tension between then was heavy. What were the odds? Kitty felt sick. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. She’d never been caught before.

She led them to a private balcony room reserved for rental. She closed the door behind her locking it. Their gazes met like some unspoken contest of dominance.

He broke the silence “who would have ever guessed you’re a dark, twisted little thing.”

Kitty stared at him “I could say the same. No wonder you’re so charming. It’s an act .” She said “now what. You going to kill me?”

He laughed loudly looking at her a wicked look in his eyes, “heavens no! I don’t hurt women. Now disgusting, wicked men who hurt them.” He grinned the darkness in his eyes was frightening. The blood lust and sadistic nature to them made her blood run cold. “Tell me kitty, what do you like to do? What prey does the magnolia starlet take?”

Kitty moved to the side pouring two glasses of whiskey. She never uttered these things to another soul. “Men who abuse women.” She said looking at him

“Ah a martyr! Seems we aren’t so different after all. I have to say you are quite fascinating” he grinned, “and why do you feel the need to hunt men down?”

She drank her whiskey and set the glass down. “I was in a very abusive arranged marriage.” She started. He furrowed his brows but kept smiling. “I ran away from him when he came to New Orleans to gamble. I’ve been here over a year chasing dreams.”

“That’s not all your chasing is it, Kitty?” He laughed. He was hiding his seething rage that she was abused, and her husband seemed to still be alive. A glint a sadistic glee was in his eye as he looked at her.

Kitty scowled at him. She walked over to the balcony and opened the doors wanting cool air. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The cool air felt good right now. Alastor watched her illuminated by the moonlight.

“You really are a fascinating woman” he said looking at her, “I think we’d make quite the pair.”he joined her on the balcony. His hand grazed hers.

Kitty froze moving away from the balcony moving away from him suddenly. “I’m quitting this life style.” She said firmly.

He turned to face her, “oh come now Kitty. You can’t quit once you start. The high is more powerful than any drug c and you know it. The pure pleasure as you catch your prey, toying with them, playing games, and finally ending their lives. You know you’re addicted to the feeling of watching the life fade from their eyes.”

Kitty looked over at him biting her lip hard feeling blood drip down as she cut her lip. She was conflicted. This was a life style she wanted to leave behind, but she couldn’t deny the intense feeling of blood lust.

“Oh what a lovely look you have in your eyes. Simply enchanting~” he laughed loudly. The radio in the room started to glow faintly in the magic eye receiver as if it was trying to pick up a signal.

He out stretched his hand to her, his figure framed in moonlight. He looked like a beast that had been set free from its cage. He was panting his breath visible on the night air, a wild, sadistic look in his eyes. He was salivating, looking more beast than man. “Join me Kitty. We could have so much fun, Cher!” He laughed wildly.

Kitty felt trapped, if she said no he’d expose her. The offer also was tempting to the darker part of her. How many wicked men could they punish and clean from society? How many woman could she save from her fate? Her eyes glowed with blood lust as she stared at him. He grin wildly coming closer to her.

“Come with me, cher. We could clean this city up.” He said taking her hand in his he lowered his head kissing her knuckles, “and you can be mine.” His eyes were full of a possessive energy. “No one could ever understand you like I do.”

Kitty was wrestling with herself on what to do. She felt he had caged her. He grinned wickedly at her knowing he had check mate. She was trapped. This filled him with glee. He’d claim her yet. He was eager to possess her.

Kitty took his hand.

His laugh rang into the night air.

I win. He grinned