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thewinchestah · 8 months

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"Good things come for those who wait" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: ,18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, BDSM, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, Possesive! Alastor, Jealous!Alastor, Protective!Alastor, spanking,degradation kink, praise kink, Angst with a happy ending, fluff, I didn't proof read this, english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here, etc etc etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: there's no point guys. I can't stop talking.

A/N: WOAH!! Hello everyone!! What the fuck?? I wasn't expecting my "debut fic" to blow up like that! Thank you so so much to everyone who took the time to read it and leave a comment! I'm truly flattered by your praise. So, I hope this sequel to "PREY" does it justice! (but it can also be read as a standalone). Let me know if you guys like it, and if you have anymore ideas/suggestions! I'm tagging everyone who asked me to, so if you want to be tagged on my next fics let me know! Without further due, here comes that mostrosity of a fic! Hope you like it <3! (UPDATE: PART 3 IS NOW UP!!)

Part I | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Taglist: @smallershorteranduncut @markster666 @jyoongim @stygianoir @pepperycookie @fraspent @aether-th3-enby

It all started, as many things do, with a joke and a simple misunderstanding. Dying and instantly going to hell is not easy. Being in hell and not understanding why the FUCK you are in hell is confusing, frustrating and sometimes drawright ridiculous. There’s no guidebook for the hellish afterlife, and more often than not you felt lost at sea, drowning. Until you found your questionable lifeline, the Radio Demon.

Somehow said demon clocked really early on that you were completely infatuated with him, but too scared to act on it. And oh, how he gave you enough reason to be infatuated, enough reason to be scared. Luring you into the most delicious trap, Alastor had claimed you as his. His to breed during the height of his heat, his to care for, his to inflict the most heavenly torture.

Being caught up in the middle of the living myth that was the Radio Demon was a dangerous thing, you had been warned over and over again. So of course that you had to almost fuck everything up in the silliest way possible.

The obnoxious TV set, also known as Vox, had just started another round of his futile attempts to win Alastor’s attention by airing the most absurd reality tv character assassination ever. You would put money on the fact that the obsessive flat screen was a deceased TLC producer. Usually, any of his pompous i-hate-alastor-so-so-much!!! fits would be met with enthusiasm around the Hotel. Everyone would cramp in front of the TV and make fun of the entire ordeal. Even Alastor would tag along and make a private edition of his radio show while he counter-narrated that nonsense. It became a fun bonding activity for everyone involved, it was a nice thing. But there’s a reason why you can’t have nice things.

Today the Hotel was mostly empty:, only you, Angel and a very on edge, sexually frustrated, irritated Alastor haunted its posh walls. Still, you and Angel carried on with the little tradition sitting side by side in front of the tv not knowing what to expect from today’s “My Strange Addiction - Alastor’s Version” episode. It was truly a laughable attempt of a character assassination, actors who could not act saying things like “Alastor isn’t even as bad as everyone says, his torture tactics are not that special either. My mom’s aunt was tortured by him and was going to work 10 hours later”, “i walked down the street today and alastor didn’t even try to kill me when he saw me crossing the street, he’s all talk” “i have video footage of the self-proclaimed cannibal eating a chocolate covered strawberry. He’s cannibalbaiting.”

“no self-respecting overlord would go out wearing those ridiculous out-of fashion clothes”.

Angel was having the time of his life leading the daily Vox roast session, the spider was funny and you couldn’t hold the laughs. The camera cut to a close-up of Vox, babbling on about technology and the anti-Radio Demon speech you knew by heart at this point. As if on cue, Alastor entered the room. But the pair of you remained oblivious to his presence.

“Toots, you totally should apply for this show! I mean it!. I’m sure Vox will buy literally anything you say. Anything! If you say Alastor likes to eat red nail polish cause it looks like blood he would believe it! You laughed at his words, what a ridiculous thing to say. You loved red nail polish, alastor drinking it because it looks like blood is absurd. “I mean, look at you!! Look at this face, these eyes!! This body!!!” Angel gave your thighs a playful slap. “If you say hell is actually cold using all that i would eat it right up. Vox will be too busy staring at your boobs to notice you dropping that even the oldest radio looks better than that fucking flat face”. The thought that you were the mind-numbing type of beautiful made you laugh. Sometimes you felt like your friends were being way too kind with the flattery about you. You were nothing special at all. It was nice of them to be kind to you, adapting to your new lifestyle was taking a visible tool, anyone could tell. Their efforts were honorable and sweet, but you just couldn’t let yourself believe what in your heart, you knew was a lie. A beautiful, comfortable lie, but still a lie. You weren’t much, you were just lucky. You started to laugh even harder, out of pure nervousness as your brain started to snowball into all the things you weren’t.

“ Seriously Angel, you have the strangest ideas ever!” you tried to sound normal, putting up a confident facade. That helped, a lot. You had picked that up during your days with Alastor.

Speaking of the devil, Alastor wasn’t amused by your little display. Standing on the corner of the room as you laughed, he made himself known by walking out of the room, in hurried steps. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t think much of it. But you weren’t anyone else. You were Alastor’s.

And that’s why he was seething with rage. His rut always drove him, an already unpredictable man, to the brink of true, pure instinctual insanity. He had to grip his marvelous constructed self control painfully hard. Since your paths crossed, the most chaotic part of his existence seemed in control, your pretty little body always ready to take him, your eyes always holding his gaze in a maddening comfortable way, the way you would push your limits just for him.

Only for him.

And the worst part was your softness when it was all done. Alastor would fuck you rentless, for hours, making you take all the mess of his most animalistic desires without a second thought. Both of you would be spent, bathing in the afterglow, room smelling like sex, and you would ask him if he needed anything. Him, that just fucked you so hard so won’t walk straight for a week, that feasted on the blood of the love bites he inflicted, him that covered you in a painting of bruises.

How could he not want to just lock you inside his lavish room and give you all the rings of hell? to carve his name deep into your soul? to dote on you? to make him the only thing on your mind as he makes you his time and time again in the most sinful ways?

It was simple really, why he was shaking with anger: how you, who was his, was even thinking of being in the same vicinity of that scum of creation? LAUGHING AT THIS ABSURD CONCEPT. Vox thinking of you was already a crime punishable by painful death, but Vox looking at you was heresy, and the entirety of hell would pay for his transgressions.

As Alastor stormed off towards the Hotel’s large room corridors, he took several calming breaths. Losing control like this wouldn’t do anyone any favors. In the troubled waters of his mind, Alastor could only think of 3 things: you, fucking you and murdering someone.

So he didn’t even realize your hurried steps trying to catch up with his long strides.

“Hey sugartits! Don’t take too long doing whatever you need to do! there’s a woman going live after the break saying she saw Alastor eating an entire packet of PAPER TOWELS!!! HAHA! This shit is too good to be true!” you heard angel scream.

Adding insult to injury, nice.

Trying desperately to reach your demon lover gait, you could only think about how bad you had messed up. Alastor was your only true respite in hell. He was a blessing in a mist of the worst humankind could offer. He made you feel hope, more than making you feel alive, he made you feel glad you’re dead. The Radio Demon felt like coming home. You just wanted to make it up to him. You could not lose this, lose him. You were not sure you would survive it. And who knew where you went after dying in hell?

It doesn’t matter where you go after hell, it doesn’t matter at all if Alastor is not there. Your brain added to your inner monologue. True.

“Alastor! Wait” you shouted. He stops dead on his feet.

Finally, those long long legs of his do not make chasing after your love any easier.

“Alastor, I'm so so sorry. Angel gets way out of line sometimes and I was nervous” he is perfectly still, ears pinned back, listening. But doesn’t say anything back.

“Al I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, at all. Look, let’s try to do something to make your day better. I know how hard this season is on you, I know you feel like you are losing contr-

Uh oh.

oh shit.

You used the two forbidden words together. The temperature in the room drops, Alastor snaps towards you. You feel something gripping your throat mercilessly, as you fall to the ground. Looking at the other end of the corridor Alastor has you on a leash of his magic. Eyes burning red, forehead marked “x” he grips your chains hard, pushing you towards him.

“That was a brilliant speech, little doe. Truly marvelous! I’m sure your television debut will be quite the show you were planning!”

His antlers were growing, his demon form showing itself as he becomes taller and taller over you. All bared teeth and flashing red eyes. This is what everyone warned you about. Don’t get in the Radio Demon’s way, he is dangerous and insane. You will regret it.

Hot. your brain thinks. He pulls your leash even tighter, and you feel wetness pooling on your core.

“Do you have any idea what I was about to do before I heard you so selflessly offer your services to that pathetic excuse of a demon?” Dragging you by the magic chains, his towering frame comes down to meet you at eye level. You can’t say anything back, your brain short circuits and goes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“You know better than leaving me waiting for an answer at this point, pet” He grips your face using his sharp claws,the pressure threatening to break skin. “But you seem so hellbent on being a bad girl today, I shouldn’t expect your usually good girl’s behavior, should I?”

You are, once again nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes

“One should always know better than expecting their fantasies to be true”

His sclera goes black, only the tiny blazing red radio dials devouring you as he stares so deep into you, you feel feverish.

“But since we are already here. I. Will. Tell. You.” static picks up around the room and surrounds you both, the corridor is illuminated by an eerie green light. You start to kinda fear for your life, but Alastor has you completely hypnotized by the radio dials on his eyes. You shiver in anticipation.

“I was coming to ask you, to please, spare me a part of your day, away from you friends. Because the only thing on my mind has been you. Fucking you. Sinking my cock so deep into your tight, wet cunt it would mark your soul. Because you are the only one who can take me like this, who deserves being bred by me, who deserves every drop of my seed”

You feel the wetness on your panties grow until it runs down your thighs. There’s nothing right about this, but your dear Alastor showed you long ago how the concepts of right and wrong are meant to be skewed.

“But oh well, you seem to have your affections directed elsewhere…” he tsks at you using that delicious mocking tone. “But, you can’t blame a desperate man for trying” he goes from 100 to 0 really fast, his voice softens so much in a way that’s almost too heavy to hear after all that. Even with his demon form still very much present “Do you still want to make my day better, pet?”

you are at a loss of words, but you manage to nod desperately. The anticipation of what he is going to do to you makes you giddy.

He manhandles your leash until you are on your knees in front of him, tugging on the chains so you look up towards his crotch. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling his cock out. Hard, angry hot red coloured. Angry because of you, angry for you.

“Open wide, little one” and without much more warning, Alastor is fucking your face, hard and fast.

You position your arms behind your back as quickly as you can. You know how hard it is for him to be touched when his rut is peaking. The overwhelming need for relief mixing with his ever present desire for control. This is about him asserting his dominance over you, making sure you don’t ever forget where you belong: In the warmth of his burning gaze, under him, on your knees, while he merciless fucks your throat into compliance. He’s taking it out on you, and you fucking love it.

He’s not saying anything, only growling like he’s about to murder someone. He grabs fistfuls of your velvety hair, but never leaves the white knuckle grip on your chains. You can only resist the urge of playing with your pussy while he thrusts so deep you feel his monster cock. hitting the back of your throat. This is about him, and you want to give him this so badly your cunt is throbbing with desire

Tears wet your cheeks, your lips around his cock are the definition of renaissance art to Alastor. He’s almost over the edge now, the head of his cock twitches on top of your tongue as a warning of his approaching orgasm. It’s hard, it’s hot, it’s fast and it’s angry.

Alastor cums, you swallow as much as you can, but he takes his cock out and spills everywhere, coating your hair, your face. It’s so deliciously erotic Alastor can’t resist catching some of his cum and running his hands throughout your velvet locks, bathing you in his essence, marking you once more. There’s still a bit of cum on the tip of his claw, he feeds it to you, and your lips wrap around his fingers as you take as much of him you can take, gladly.

“Oh how beautiful you are when you ruin yourself like this for me, my little doe” You look up at him with adoration and a lustful gaze, his eyes hold an equally lustful gaze and… something more. Something that you are sure will drive you insane.

Alastor notices the pooling mess underneath your tights, he knows how desperate you are for relief, but he still wants to self indulge on you. He’s certain you still don’t understand the reality of what he is feeling. Swiftly he topples you down the corridor’s carpet and places himself between your legs, his crawled finger tearing your lacy panties away.

Then, he feasts on you like a starving man, and he might be, because you taste like the ambrosia of the gods and he can’t get enough of it. Of how you make a mess of yourself for him and there’s still something for him to take. You just taste so sweet, what a perfect meal your nectar makes. His wicked silver tongue polishes you, aided by your whispered sighs, his name moaned like a prayer on your lips. You are so so close, alastor sucks on your throbbing clit you are already seeing stars, all you need is a gentle push.

Grinning like a devil, Alastor looks up, tilts his head, gives you the most wicked-and-douchey look in existence. He gets up, your leash dissipating into the air and walks away in perfect composure, like nothing happened. Nothing at all.

“Well, I think that’s my cue!!” he says in his usually chirpy tone. You just stay there, flabbergasted. “I just remembered I still have a lot to do today! Work never stops when you maintain a facility like this in tip-top condition!” Already halfway across the corridor, Alastor’s head turns towards you “Still want to make my day good my dear? Be a doll and clean this mess up, will you?” you just stare at him, too fucking stunned to speak. You can’t believe it. That fucking devil. He’s about to make the turn towards the elevator and disappear when his eyes flash red as he warns you “Oh! and don’t you dare make yourself cum without my permission. If you cum before I say so, you won’t be cumming for a week. Choose wisely!Let’s see who loses control first Ha Ha! This will be fun!”

Alastor can be a psychopathic demon in heat, but before all that he still is a psychopathic demon who loves torture.

And he just left you all hot and bothered.

–

Alastor knew better than believing in such things as heaven or holiness. In fact, Alastor was positively sure nothing was sacred. The concept of sacredness was non-existent in his book.

But his skeptic mind danced on the edge of belief when he touched you. To be inside you felt heavenly, heavenly in a type of way that should not even be allowed in this place. The way your lush body burned underneath his wicked gaze was sacred.The way you always presented yourself to him, with selfless abandon was sacred. Somehow, someone allowed him, of all people, access to a soul he frankly didn’t understand what was doing in hell in the first place. He never was the better man. He was never giving that up.

In all of his nature, Alastor felt the most sinful pleasure in defiling your sacredness. He wanted nothing but to take the heavenly thing you were and taint it with his darkness.

He was well acquainted to torture and had no shame in inflicting the most delicious and depraved type of it on you ,until all of your holiness was irrevocably marked by him, down to the core of your soul. Of course Alastor didn’t buy your soul. He didn’t need to use those means to completely own you. He did it effortlessly, because you craved it. Because he craved it.

That’s why the thought of Vox even looking in your way was heretic, and not in a good way. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to Vox. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Period. You were his.

But adding that man into the equation just made everything more intolerable. The things he would do if he found out about you… Found out that not only you were his but how you could make someone feel. How precious and undeserving of anything less than good you were…

You were made to be cherished and protected. Protected by him.

In fact, it took all of the Radio Demon’s willpower to restrain from walking to the Vees building, and kill Vox for something he didn’t do. Because Alastor wouldn’t allow the thought to even cross his mind. All that, a messy display of his desperation and loss of control. Giving that prick the smug satisfaction of knowing somehow he got to him, in his last moments.

Damn, his rut truly did make him on edge.

Suppressing his murderous thoughts, Alastor focused his mind into something he as actually good at: torture. Yours specifically. He still wanted to punish you for making him feel like this. He still wanted to make you understand.

And he just thought of the sweetest way to do it.

After cleaning up the mess on the corridor, and yourself (you did it all on autopilot, still trying to understand what the FUCK happened) you still had to give Angel a satisfaction about why you didn’t come back. You must’ve looked really miserable cause Angel just hugged you really tight and ordered you to bed. When in reality all of your efforts were now focused on masking your humiliating arousal. So you find yourself lying in your bed, trying not to think anything Radio Demon related. You’re totally not thinking about the way he looked at you while he fucked you. The way his eyes would search yours in a crowded room, winking playfully at you. An inside joke. A promise.The way you both playfully banter at the dinner table over silly things. You are also totally not thinking about how he takes you, how you love to hear him saying “good girl” to you after you push your limits again, only for him. Not thinking at all about how his cock fills you so perfectly, you truly feel empty without it. Who’s thinking about what hides behind his eyes when he his voice goes all soft in the middle of a rough fucking? Ha ha!! Definitely not you.

You punch yourself with your pillow.

C’mon don’t think thoughts of Alastor now…

You are so fucked, and not in a sexy way. The worst part is that you want to endure it, you want to be good for him. Your pussy is aching to be touched, your mind begging you to have thoughts of Alastor while your pussy is being touched. But right now you would give everything in this world to hear him praise you again. You know how hard his rut is on him… He already carries a lot alone, the Hotel, the doomsday clock of extermination ticking closer and closer everyday. Plus the other things… You know there’s something more, something that haunts his nights, but it’s not your place to ask. Hell, you are too scared to ask. You just hope, you just pray that when it happens you are beside him. You don’t ever expect the Radio Demon to ever ask for help, or open up. Or seek comfort. Oh, he’s anything but comfortable. But you like to think that in time, he would feel comfortable enough around you he could let something slip, a tiny detail to add to your “The Mystery of the Radio Demon” clue board. Something that would let you show him he doesn’t need to pick himself apart, carry all these burdens alone.

Great, you are doing amazing at the “not thinking any Alastor thoughts” game.

You hug your pillow closer and look across you window as you start saying out loud a list of things you need to do around the Hotel. Maybe this will take your mind off the devil.

Tend to the Venus Fly traps of the gardens. (You could ask Nifty for the bugs)

Write the thank you letters to the new guests that agreed to help with hotel chores.

Tell charlie about your book club idea using cool flashcards

It’s your turn to organize “Theme nights”, maybe Alastor would enjoy a “great gatsby” theme, right?

Great, Alastor again. You sighed.

Suddenly a red note written with perfect penmanship flies next to your spot on the bed.

“My darling doe, I’m waiting for you in my chambers.

Don’t take your time, we have much to discuss.-

Yours, Alastor.

You take your time, though, to thank anyone who’s listening as you sprint towards Alastor’s lavish room. You feel dizzy, anticipation like butterflies in your stomach. You don’t have to knock more than once for him to let you in.

He’s on the edge of the bed, looking like his normal self (as normal as it gets for Alastor)

The taps the spot next to him on the the bed

“Come here, you darling thing!”

you don’t waste a second, and as quickly as you are sitting on his bed, you are sitting on lap. Holding you close, in a vice like grip with one of his arms, Alastor starts talking

“How was the rest of your day, my dear?” you open your mouth to start talking, you have so much to say to him. That you were a good girl, that you were ready to do anything to make up for laughing at Angel’s stupid idea of seducing Vox. You are ready to beg for your release. to ask how his day was. But you don’t get to utter a word.

Alastor quickly and swiftly maneuvers you: now your feet are dangling from the bed, your ass and legs sprawled out across his lap. A powerful arm locking you to him by the small of your back.

Holy fuck.

“Well my day was downright awful! You see I overheard my pretty pet laughing at the prospect of seducing one of my most infuriating enemies. I’m in the peak of my unforgiving rut ,and all I wanted was the shared pleasure of our bodies as I fuck the darling thing senseless!” he pinches the back of your thigh, hard. You blur out a soft, desperate sigh.

“Of course, the good girl she is, she went begging for my forgiveness. I didn’t fully give it, of course. That was a harsh offense, what my little doe did. But I did have my fill with her” You try to spea-

Alastor audibly shushes you.

“I did leave her all hot and bothered after spilling my cum all over her maddening little body, of course. I contenplated murdering the bastard demon so he wouldn’t get a chance of even knowing about her existence and what she does to me. But I still suffered with the hellish need of fucking her into oblivion, and pondered a lot about divine justice. So, if I had to suffer this entire day because of her offenses I think it’s only right for that darling doe to get her fill of suffering and punishment hmmmm?

You try to look back to his face, but you feel the familiar sensation of magic wrapping around your throat. The leash, you are so so fucked. You couldn’t be happier about it.

He tugs at the chain, so your skirt rides up and your ass is totally bare for him and your head is buried in one of his fluffy pillows. With a snap of his fingers your panties disintegrate.

You shiver at the thought of what’s happening next, a delicious sensation that flows across your back and ends up inside your cunt, beginning to turn into a wet mess. He’s gonna spank you like the bad girl you were. He’s not going to be gentle about it either. You can’t wait. It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna sting, it will leave you bruised. It will be deliciously wicked, like all of Alastor’s punishments.

You feel another surge of magic, behind the powerful green glow something materializes.

Your horsegirl days back on earth don’t let you down. You recognise it instantly. On his previous free hand he’s holding a riding crop. A big, leather pointed riding crop.

He’s going to literally whip you into submission. You squirm inside his arm. You can’t fucking wait. You’ve made yourself come a few times after the thought of being literally tamed, broke by alastor.

You whimper. Alastor’s laugh fills the room.

“So this is how this is going to go, pet. I’m going to whip you lovely ass like the ungrateful slut you are and you are going to thank me for it after every crack of the whip. I’m gonna do this as many times as I see fit. Until your ass is as red as my hair. Until you understand what you did. By the time I’m done you will be begging to be punished more. Are we clear?

You can’t look back at him, but you can feel how his red irises make your skin burn. You like to imagine that his eyes did the thing where they soften for a heartbeat, if you blink you miss it. Waiting for your permission, even now. You are able to muffle a “yes, oh please Alastor, yes”.

“Lovely.”

crack.

He didn’t even gave you time to process. The whip lands hard on the back of your left thigh. You let out a scream.

“Well?” he asks impatiently as he waits for your “thank you”. Seeing the way the spot where the whip landed turn a lovely shade of scarlet isn’t helping him hold his resolve either.

You wanna do this right, you need this as much as he needs it.

“thank-”

crack. the whip lands on your right thigh, a little lower.

“tha-”

crack.crack.

He whips you even harder, cutting the wind as it lands twice on your left buttcheek. Only four cracks down and you are a whimpering mess. You wiggle instinctively on his lap, seeking some friction, some relief. It hurts so bad, but it feels so good. You don’t know if you can take more. You want it anyway. “thank you, thank you” you whimper. Tears wet your face, arousal wets your core adding to the mess from before he even started.

crack. crack.

He mirrors his movements to your right buttcheek. “thank yo- Holy fuck Alastor”

one more hit, now hitting both of your buttcheks.

“I’ve told you many times before pet, there’s nothing holy about what I do to you. I’m gonna break you and then breed you. I won’t give you a moment of respite. And maybe by the end, when your legs are shaking from holding that orgasm you have been desperately chasing since this afternoon, I will be merciful and let you find your release. And we will know who’s really losing control here”

How can he do this to you with only his voice? You are not sure you’ve ever been so aroused in your entire life. You’re so wet, you’re staining Alastor’s pants. As close as you will get to marking him.

There’s a draft coming from the forest of his room, it softly kisses your abused skin, making it sting. You want to see the state of your lower body so badly. The way you’re submitting to him right now, the most sweet form degradation possible. Your eyes are clouded with tears, that line between pain and pleasure being blurred in ways only someone like the Radio Demon could cross. He tugs on your leash, to attract your attention from the sinful, unholy sensations you are feeling so openly, back to him.

Alastor drags the leather point of the whip across your throbbing cunt, collecting the obscene amount of wetness there. “By the 7 rings of hell, what do you have here? Are you such a slut that you are creaming at being whipped into compliance? I could do this all night long. Your ass is already red with regret for your actions but I’m not sure you learned your lesson yet.”

crack. The whip this time lands on your juicy cunt. Your hips trash with the sensation, your demon lover’s name escaping your lips like a prayer.You forget to thank him this time, despite your best efforts.

“Are you so big of an ungrateful brat that you want this sinful punishment to continue? Not even bothering to thank me, in hopes it will end sooner. You know what you are. Nothing but a hungry greedy whore for the Radio Demon”

crack, crack. One hit on each cheek. “But I already knew that” and with that mocking tone Alastor lands a masterful final hit on both of your cheeks. He does have a way of proving his point.

You are fucking sobbing now. Tears coat your cheeks, now a colour so vibrant as the rich scarlet the covers your ass. Alastor knows everything that makes you tick. He knows how close you are to cumming. Cumming for only his masterfully inflicted punishment and his voice. Incoherent whimpers leave your lips “please please please” and soft “ohh and aaah, alastor”

He tugs on your leash again, he knows your body like the palm of his hand, and that you are probably entering the mind numbing phase of the pain and the pleasure. But he still wants your undivided attention. He has whipped you into submission, he still needs to fuck you into submission.

“And you even made the mess of yourself stain my pants! My god, you are pathetic. Delightfully pathetic”

Alastor gently runs his clawed hands across your ass, the sharp edges making you hiss. He looks in adoration at the masterpiece he inflicted on you. Your ass and thighs a shade of scarlet to rival his hair, the wetness between your thighs a heavenly invitation. Beautiful. Sinful. Sacred. He will never forget this, and he will make sure that you never forget it too.

“Now, now, we are done with this my little doe” his voice goes extra soft because you can’t see him with your face buried in a soft pillow. “you were so good for me, you always are”

The softness and sweetness of his praise makes you sob even harder. It’s maddening.

He gently maneuvers you further into the bed, making space for himself.

“But now I’m painfully hard, and I still need to bury myself inside that tight throbbing cunt of yours, so deep it will mark. your. soul.” static picks up around you, a delicious omen of what is about to happen.

Alastor positions himself behind you, immediately entering you and bottoming out.

His first thrusts are sharp and deep, as to make his promise of marking yourself from the inside real. He pulls your chains so your scarlet ass is presenting itself to him like the most sinful gift.

Alastor picks up that breakneck pace of fucking, common to him, specially during his rut. He fucks you like he hates you. As hard as he possibly can, to make you know that you are his and his only. That even thinking of someone else, even as a joke, will not be tolerated. You wanted all of him didn’t you? You’ve made that clear, with words, with actions, with the things your body endures for him. So he makes sure to give you that.

Moans drip from your lips in a crescendo, you are screaming now, you don’t know how long you will last. It feels so good. That delayed gratification drowning you in maddening pleasure.

“Who do you think is losing control here?” he asks after a painfully sharp thrust. “Me, or the mess of a slut underneath me? That is screaming my name loud enough for the entire pride ring to know how she loves being fucked like a common whore for the Radio Demon,hmm?”

One hand pulls your leash upwards, the other your hips. He’s even deeper now, you can feel him in your core.

You don’t reply to the question even though you want to, even though you know the answer.

“Again, since you like being bred like that so much you are not hearing me” he takes all of his cock out and enters you at once. “Who’s losing control here? Me, or my little plaything with the scarlet ass from being whipped into compliance like the pretty little brat she is?”

You don’t forget to answer him now, you need to cum, desperately. You withheld your building orgasm for an entire day, you wanted to be good for Alastor. You wanted to be able to take everything he gives you. The pleasure, the pain, the sinful, delicious depraved torture. “Me, I am!” you scream out.

Alastor’s pace is becoming erratic, you feel the shadows of his growing antlers cover you.

“Again” he tugs at your collars. Another sharp, deep thrust.

“Me, i’m losing control”

“And what are you?” his voice is filled with static now, he’s close too.

“Yours! I’m yours Alastor, yours to fuck, to break, to punish” you cry out in sweet pain and pleasure.

Another tug, Another painfully sharp thrust

“I’m only yours Alastor” you finish.

“Good. girl.” he spaces the words out between thrusts, knowing how you relish in them.

“You can come now”

Your orgasm comes crashing down. You grip the sheets like a maniac, your legs shaking so hard Alastor needs to hold them in place. You scream so loud you are sure they can hear you in heaven. You hope they can, so they know. So they know this man owns you. So they know you love him.

Alastor is not far behind, your cunt tightening around him like a vice. He fucks you specially hard and deep know, delayed gratification hitting all at once. He cums so hard inside you, he’s sure he finally marked your soul. The feeling of his cock twitching and spilling inside you, adding to the indescriptible sensation. You are completely over the edge now, you feel weightless, free falling.

You know Alastor will catch you.

“Ah! There she is” you open your eyes and feel a soft kiss on your cheek. You are lying on top of Alastor’s chest, he cuddles you gently, making lazy circles on your hipbone but still buried to the hilt inside you. He still plans to give you all of his cum, all he has during his rut,after all.

“woah, that was… amazing” you say after a while.

“Well, I did whip and fuck you to the brink of insanity my dear. And you came so beautifully for me, you passed out. You’re such a sight pet. I will never forget it.” you blush at his words. You feel so happy.

Alastor kisses your cheek again, and with a final thrust he leaves you with a obscenely wet noise. You are dripping with his cum, it’s running down your thighs, staining the sheets.

You whimper in complaint.

“Ah ,don’t be like that” he laughs, is a genuinely happy laugh. “There’s still plenty of where that came from, but I need my darling doe to rest first” he says. He’s lying you gently on the bed as he gets up. “Don’t leave” you whisper.

He’s out of the bed anyways, and seems to be on his way to do something. You don’t care, you want him back here, holding you. You don't want him to ever let you go.

“Al, i’m truly sorry about today. You know that, right?” You know that I love you, right? You want to say, but you are scared that confession is a little much for today. You see where he’s headed now. He opens the bathroom door.

“Don’t even think about it, my dear. It’s all water under the bridge” he says in his usual chirpy tone, louder than the noise of the bath running. “Now you just need to promise me that you will never even let the thought of that pathetic demon cross your mind, my love”

my love.

“And if he ever does, you will let me know. So I can fuck those wretched ideas out of your mind” Alastor is walking back to the bed now. He picks you up bridal style and carries you across the room. You can’t help the hiss that escape your lips as your irritated skin touches him. “I know, I know my dear. We will fix that right up. I can’t have my favourite doe hurting. We still have a long way to go until the end of my rut, dearest” you don’t reply, you are just happy. perfectly happy. You could hear Alastor’s voice for days without complaining. “But you did look so perfect with that scarlet ass on my lap. Crying from how much you love what I do to you. I hope you never forget that”

You both reach the bathtub, he drops you with all the care in the world inside the water.

“I’m so proud of you. I truly am” the water is warm. The soap smells so nice. He lit candles too. You give in to the soothing sensations. You might have tuned out for a bit, cause you hear alastor calling your name so softly… He says it again, slow, soft, gentle, pleading. As to catch your attention, he has something important to say. “You know how precious you are to me, don’t you my little doe?” “yes” you respond, trying to fight the tears that begin to spill down your face ‘

“Oh my darling girl, why are you crying? There’s nothing to cry about. You are here, safe with me. As you will always be, as is your place.”

“Alastor I-I-” your heart swells, you want to say something. You want to say everything you are feeling. How consuming, in the best way possible, your feelings are for him.

But Alastor is always 10 steps ahead.

“I know, I know darling” he kisses your hand “I feel it too.” he says. It feels like a confession, it sounds like a confession. The look on his eyes is the one of that mystery that hides there every time his voice in the midst of your passion.

When you,know you know. your mind reiterates.

“Let me help you dry those tears. Save them for another day” He holds your face and kiss your lips. “The only thing you need to worry about right now is resting and recovering that luscious body of yours, as well as your brilliant, witty mind”

He hands you a sparkly fancy pink soap, and gets up to find the softest sponge he has stored.

“Now, I hope you like the smell of these candles, cause I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least the next four days!”

Alastor continues to chat away sweet nothings as he helps you bathe. Maybe it will take a while for the Radio Demon to say those 4 words out loud. He has enough reason for that, inside that beautiful, complicated mind of his. His actions always speak louder than words, your relationship was proof of that.

Until then, you will always have sacred moments in crowded rooms, you will always have jokes that only the both of you understand. He will always keep sweeping you off your feet in the most deliciously wicked ways possible.

Right now, you have him by your side after everything that happened, you have his heart too. You are sure of that. So you don’t mind waiting for him.

Good things come for those who wait.

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strongheartneteyam · 6 months

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I wet you like water but she stained you like blood.

Pairing: widowed!dilf!jake sully x younger!female!human!reader

CW: slight sexual language, can be triggering to some, heartbreak, age gap kink, hurt/no comfort, age gap relationship problems, angst, reader reminiscing (pls tell me if I missed anything)

So, yeah... I never know when I'm gonna come back with another writing. My hiatus n working periods are all a bit unpredictable lol sorry. Anyways... I literally spent the whole night awake n I was struck by a sudden lightning of creativity early in the morning and I edited this chapter n wrote a bit more, but I still haven't slept at all, so, I apologize if some parts of this make no sense at all. I'll fix it when I can. Hope you guys like it <3 ily guys a whole lot :)) obs: this chapter is a shorter one.

Slightly proofread.

Chapter 4 𓆩♡𓆪

They say all's well that ends well

But I'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine

And that made me want to die

The idea you had of me, who was she?

A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

All Too Well - 10 minutes Version (Taylor Swift)

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It had been 1 year since the last time you saw Jacob Sully. Or Jakey, like you used to call him. The wound never healed. It still throbbed and bled every time you remembered the words he told you that dreadful day. "I think we should stop seeing each other." It felt like you would never get over him. How can one get over such an overpowering, raw feeling? He marked you forever, like a bruise that seemed to never disappear from your skin.

The flashback came like thunder in a storm, haunting your thoughts with a loud pain that echoed through your mind. What you told Jake that night.

“The truth is I love you. The truth is I can't take this anymore. I'm giving you my everything but you don't seem to be doing the same. You're still guarded.” There was a tense period of silence “Jake… I love you. But I don't think you feel the same.”

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything. Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut, he would still be with you.

Ugh!! Stop that, now, (y/n)! Some self love, please? You're better than this. You deserve better.

You tried to convince yourself of that, at least.

The pain was unbearable at times and almost easy to conceal at other times. It depended on how distracted with work or your studies you were. These days you ran to any distraction that could ease the perpetual angst that squeezed your heart inside its hands all the fucking time. It had been like that ever since Jake left you. What were you expecting anyway? You should have known you were never truly loved by Jake. The love of his life was Neytiri and it would always be, alive and walking through Pandora or dead and with Eywa.

It felt beyond weird to have to hear people talking about Jake and have to pretend he was a stranger to you, someone you barely knew, when he had actually left a mark so strong on you, a memory ingrained in your brain, a feeling, a pain buried inside your heart that made you want to scream and hit your head against a wall. That's how much it hurt.

You would never have his body against yours again, warming you up when it was cold, after you spent the whole day in that damn lab, studying Pandoran plants but all you could really concentrate on was how much you missed his reassuring, protective presence. He made you feel safe for the first time in your life. But now he is gone. Just like every single good thing you ever had in your life. But you know what? Maybe your mother was right, maybe love wasn't really something that could ever last forever.

Did Jake ever really make a real effort to be with you? Thinking back, it was extremely easy for him to just come to you and fuck you anytime he felt sad and lonely. What if you had just been a naive, dumb girl all this time? Were you mourning a love that never actually existed? It was always so hard to talk to him about his feelings for you, he never actually let you in, to be honest. All the time you two spent together, you were never able to know if he ever saw you as a partner or just a fuck buddy.

Oh, but the high… it was worth all the lows. The butterflies in your stomach every time you guys were almost caught fucking in the back of your work room by Norm. Eventually you guys had to tell him about your situationship because, oh well… he already knew what was going on, really. Norm is not a fool or a child. He could add 2 plus 2.

The adrenaline was worth all the tears. And, fuck… you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

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mpreg-is-always-possible · 23 days

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Better

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Tags: Angst, divorce, losing a child, graveyard, reference to child neglect, reference to canon typical violence, grief

Notes: so I’m very new to this fandom and haven’t actually read the comics yet but I’ve been reading a lot of fanfics and couldn’t get this out of my head. Also I tried to keep reader gender neutral but I did write and edit this in the middle of the night on my phone so please let me know if a rouge pronoun that isn’t ’you’ made its way in. Thanks for reading and please enjoy!

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Falling in love with Bruce had been foolish. Marrying him was an act of down right insanity. You knew it would end one way or another but you had deluded yourself into believing your husband’s crusade couldn’t come at the expense of Jason’s life. Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. But why did Robin need to be the boys you had come to see as sons?

Or a one shot of the events leading up to your and Bruce’s divorce after Jason Todd’s death

Officially, you and Bruce had divorced only six months ago. Truly though, your relationship had ended nearly three years ago when Bruce came home without Jason. His Robin went off to do the one thing Batman wouldn’t, and the next thing you know your son is in the ground.

The grief was all consuming. You fell to your knees when Bruce told you. Alfred said the scream you let out would haunt him for the rest of his life but the memory of it was lost to you. Those early days after Jason’s death are blurry still. The only tangible feeling being the heavy hole Jason left behind in your chest.

You’re not sure where Bruce went after that. He grew so distant the only time you saw him was to discuss funeral arrangements. After the funeral you don’t really see your husband for the next month. When asked, Alfred informed you Bruce was staying in the cave believing you needed space. Alfred had clearly disapproved of that but Bruce was right. She did need space from him, from Batman.

It’s not a point of pride that you grew to hate him in the early months after. Thoughts of revealing his extra curricular activity plagued you. As much as Gotham needs Batman, Bruce needs Batman too. He needs to protect his city and build towards a future where his parents' deaths wouldn’t ever be repeated. But how could that future exist when Batman won’t even kill Joker? How could it exist without Jason?

The idea is tempting but you never act on it. Revealing Batman’s identity wouldn’t only endanger you but Alfred and Dick as well. You couldn’t stand losing them too. Dick decided to come back to Gotham for a while after the funeral, just to be there for you and Bruce. Bruce tried to send him back to Bludhaven but you had put your foot down. “We just buried one son and now you want to push another way,” you had yelled at him, his face as stony as ever. He acquiesced.

Dick and Alfred tried to get the two of you to talk to each other. Dick would often try to essentially parent trap you and Bruce in various rooms around the manor, inviting both to watch a movie or asking for help with something but not tell you that he’d asked you both. By the second week Alfred refused to bring Bruce’s food down to the cave, forcing him to eat with you. By the end of the month the two just threw out the cot in the cave and Bruce took a bed in a guest room. Their efforts made it seem like Bruce was imposing his absence on you, and maybe he was but there was no comfort to be found in his company, not anymore.

Their antics went on for another month after that until you sat them down and told them to stop. They had for a few days. When Alfred “mistakenly” served Bruce’s food upstairs one night, you cornered him afterwards to tell him you were considering leaving Bruce. “I cannot fault you but he’s the closest I have to a son and I’m afraid another upset would cause him to spiral more. It’s too much to ask but can you please stay until the grief isn’t so raw.”

That’s when you noticed Bruce had bruises and cuts in places he was normally careful to keep clear of thug’s fists and knives. Dick told you he was fighting so much harder; The criminals had started to whisper fears of the bat starting to kill soon. You didn’t think he would go that far, and Dick agreed but he could tell his father wasn’t far off.

So your marriage continued. You woke up alone, went about your day, had dinner with Bruce before he left for patrol, then went to bed. Galas and various other functions for Wayne Enterprises or Bruce's charity events were the only time you two truly acted like there wasn’t this vast distance between you. Most of the time it made your skin crawl to act like things were fine, but occasionally you could pretend - Jason wasn’t dead, he was just trying to find where the servers smoked to join them. Then someone would offer condolences and the facade would break.

It was around this time when you began to visit Jason’s grave. It had been too painful to see it before. The words ‘Jason Todd: Beloved son and brother’ etched in stone had followed you into nightmares for months. But you needed to get out of the house and Jason had spent too long without a visit from you. At first, they were short somewhat sporadic outings - tiptoeing in about once every other week to leave flowers, often leaving them next to a bouquet or two some else had already gifted. After a while, you warmed up to a quick hello and some highlights from the week before, then had graduated to speaking at the tombstone for hours about life after him every week. It was cathartic and maybe a little sad but those one sided conversations became the one place you could talk about the complexity of your family’s situation without having to sugar coat it or be reminded of how staying was helpful to Batman.

For two years this went on and Batman’s anger didn’t cool. Bruce still came home with black eyes, bleeding knuckles, and the occasional gunshot. The hate in your belly for him had dulled considerably to the point where you had begun to patch his wounds up again out of respect for the love you once had. You might be angry with him but you didn’t want him to get himself killed.

When the neighbor boy, Tim Drake, had knocked on your door, you couldn’t have guessed that he came to express his worry for Batman, for Bruce. You and Alfred listened as he waxed poetic about how Gotham needs Batman but Batman needs Robin. The hole in your chest that had since grown less noticeable ached because he was right and it made you want to spit. As Alfred excused himself to get the Robin uniform for the boy, you grasped his thin shoulders and looked into his face, colored in righteous determination.

“The last Robin was murdered, Tim.”

“I know Jason died, but -“

“Bruce will try to push you away. Don’t let him.”

Watching Tim run out the door in the red and green suit made your stomach turn. It wasn’t what you wanted but you had never had a say in that side of your husband's life. The two of you thought more with your heart than with your head when you decided to get married, but you weren’t so love drunk to think that the marriage wasn’t nearly guaranteed to fail. You even expected it to end because of his crusade. You just wished it didn’t come at the expense of your son.

It was foolish to think this new Robin wouldn't worm his way into your heart just as the two before did and maybe it was selfish but you couldn’t do it again. There was no way Bruce could just stop, but you didn’t need to stand by his side while he did it. It was a miracle that only Jason had died.

Despite your efforts to keep Tim at arms length, he was a sweet kid and it was impossible to ignore him. Plus you knew his parents weren’t paying nearly enough attention to him so he needed someone looking out for Tim and not just Robin.

Bruce had been better at keeping the boy out. He let Dick do most of Tim’s training and really only spoke to him about vigilante things. But the armor slowly but surely cracked. It didn’t escape you or Alfred when Bruce began to request foods that you knew Tim liked or when he had Alfred set up a guest room that was meant for Tim to use when needed. A year in and Bruce had long stopped coming home from patrol with careless injuries.

You knew it was coming. You anticipated everyday that Bruce would come home from patrol and tell you Tim had accepted the mantle. When it actually happened though, it still sent ice through your veins.

“Tim’s passed every test Dick and I have given him. I offered him Robin and he said yes.”

“I knew he would.”

“I don’t want him to be.”

“I know.” A moment passed and then you said “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I know.”

The divorce was quick. Neither of you wanted anything from the other. Bruce offered alimony but you refused. You kept your job after getting married but you never touched your salary, leaving you with a nice nest egg to start your new life with. Alfred and Dick were sad but they understood. They knew you sacrificed a lot to stay with Bruce even before Jason died, but after you gave more than you had.

Tim didn't really know what your marriage looked like before but he took on its demise all the same. Your heart broke when Bruce told you Tim had tried to give Robin back in an attempt to make Bruce reconcile with you.

“Tim, if I had it my way none of you would be going out every night fighting thugs and criminal masterminds but you were right; Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. Unfortunately, it’s become too much for me but Bruce won’t stop. He can’t but he needs someone like you there to make him remember himself.”

Tim just nodded his head and went back to the manor.

Dick and Tim visited you at your small apartment in Gotham as often as they could. Though between Dicks commute from Bludhaven, Tim still being in school, and both of their budding vigilante careers, they didn’t have much time to visit. Occasionally, they’d stop by during patrol for a rest or some first aid. Mainly you kept in touch with phone calls and texts.

You never really saw Alfred anymore, unless it was when he opened the door for Tim after dropping him off at him from school or some outing. He does call occasionally, just to say hi and chat. It’s nice, not feeling completely cut off from your old life.

It was surprising how unchanged your relationship with Bruce was after you left. It probably shouldn’t have been - your marriage was one in name alone and had been for awhile. Still, realizing your conversations only revolved around if Dick or Tim needed anything made it clear just how true it was that divorced life with him wasn’t far off from your married one. He never did make an effort to really speak with you after things went to hell but then again neither did you.

When you finally signed the divorce papers, it felt like you could breathe for the first time in years. No more sticking around because you were afraid leaving would push him over the edge. But the hole in your chest still plagued you, and it most certainly would forever. The divorce wasn’t what was best. What would have been best would be Jason being alive and Batman not needing to put your kids in danger constantly. But Jason was and Batman did. So the divorce is better.

#angst #oneshot #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #no y/n #batfam #batfamily #batfamily dynamics #gn!reader #divorced!bruce Wayne x reader #dc comics #dc fanfic #dc x reader #batfam x reader #batfam x you #reader adopted Bruce’s children

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glassartpeasants · 11 months

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Run Rabbit Run

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: physical abuse, death, pre-time skip kidd, implied non-con, nonconsensual kissing/touching, blood, Kidd being an arsonist, edited as much as my smooth brain could, long fic??

Trash summary: After escaping, reader has flashbacks of her time with kidd and it only fuels her want for freedom more

A/N: Well, this took a bit long. I went over this fic so damn much it isn't even funny. I do hope in the end, it was worth it and that you guys like it. Whoever guesses the word count gets a cookie

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The sound of rain crashing down did little to dull the sound of your beating heart. It echoed in your ears to the point where you thought it’d explode! The way you struggled to get air in your lungs didn’t help either. They burned along with your body as you ran as fast as you could through the trees.

The rain still hit you despite the leaves that protected you overhead. Your clothes clung to your body tight enough to the point it made it difficult to run. You lost your socks to the mud long ago, so now you were pushing through the slimy ground as fast as you could. The feeling of it against your feet made you cringe. But you’d rather deal with it than go back to the hell that you just escaped from.

About a year ago, you were abducted from your hometown in broad daylight by the most feared New Gen pirates in the South Blue, the Kidd Pirates. Everyone from your town knew who they were. No shop owners denied them service, and everyone waited on their beck and call. Despite that, they still plundered and burned down anything they wanted to. Nothing was safe.

You remember the first day you saw them. You were walking home from the grocery store when you heard the mayor pleading. Biting your lip, you look around the corner of a building, trying to get a sense of what was happening. There you saw it, your mayor on his knees begging a group of people to leave your town alone. Squinting your eyes, you try to see better, only to let out a gasp of shock and fear.

“No way…” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. The seemingly whole crew of the infamous Kidd Pirates. Their captain, Eustass Kidd, stood in front of your begging mayor with a sick grin on his face.

“Too bad, old man! Now, you either give me all the treasures in this shit town, or you'll see its ashes fall from the sky!” The air seemed to go cold as you felt frozen. You wanted to run away and warn your community, but something made you stay.

“But! The people need that for-” The mayor went flying backward from a kick that the pirate sent his way.

“Wrong answer, old fool! Burn it down and take everything! Leave no stone unturned!” The rest of the pirates went their separate ways and followed their captain's commands. Your whole body shook as you moved your gaze back to the captain. A choking feeling took over you when you saw his amber eyes staring right into yours. Even from where you stood, you could hear him laughing as your eyes never left his.

You finally manage to pull out of your frozen trance when you watch him starting to move in your direction. Dropping your groceries, you start to run away as fast as you could. You look all around, trying to find the best routes to lose him, but his eyes haunt you no matter where you look.

The sound of your footsteps rang in your ears as you felt your heart kicking into overdrive. What could he possibly want from you? Would he kill you? Use you as some sort of ransom? All you knew was that you had to outrun him!

Suddenly, your jerked to a stop. You feel yourself slowly moving backward. Looking down, you see the bracelet that your fiance gave you, slowly pulling you back to where you just ran from. You try to take it off but are once again jerked back even harder, and your whole body feels like it’s flying backward from how hard you were pulled back.

“Where do you think you're going, huh?” A strong hand grabbed your wrist as your back collided with the man you had just tried to run away from. You could only look up in horror as his smile sent chills down your spine.

“Y-Your Eustass Kidd…” Your voice shakes, as well as your body.

“Damn right, I am. What? You afraid?” His laugh only fueled your fear more. Here you were, stuck in a madman's grip with no way of knowing what his plans for you were.

“Please! Just let me go! I-I’ll give you all the money I have. Just please let me go!” You try to pry his hand off your wrist, but inside, you know it is pointless. It seemed your pathetic attempt amused him.

“Now, why would I let something I caught far and square go?” He pulled your hand closer to look at the bracelet that adorned your wrist.

“Your shitty stainless steel bracelet betrayed you, princess.”

“My fiance worked hard to make it for me!-”

“Don’t make me laugh! This is the shittest piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen!” You see him grab your bracelet and watch in horror as it contorts itself off your wrist. It falls into his hands as he looks at it closer.

“Give it back!” You try to grab it, but he lifts it up and away from your grasp.

“It ain’t even pure stainless steel. Pathetic. Not even detailed, just a circle of metal.” Your mouth drops open when you see the bracelet crunch into a ball the size of a bullet.

“Repel.” What used to be your bracelet shoots away from his hand and into a store window. You feel tears rim your eyes at his chuckles.

“Now, c’mon. You're coming with me.” Once again, you try to pry off his grip, but it doesn’t budge an inch.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, princess. I’m not a very patient person.” You were about to say something in retaliation, but the sound of your fiance yelling made you turn your head.

“(Y/N)! Get your hands off her, you filthy pirate!” Your heart drops to your stomach when you see your fiance standing 30 feet away from you. Moving your gaze from your fiance to Kidd was a mistake, as you felt your blood run cold. The cocky grin was no longer there, instead, a furious one replaced it.

“This is that pathetic fiance? Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got to take this treasure I found back to the ship-”

“(Y/N)’s not going anywhere with you! Let her go, pirate!” A murderous look sparked in Kidd’s eyes as he looked at your fiance, who dared tell him what to do. A bad feeling filled your gut as you turned to your fiance.

“Run (....)! He’s going to kill you!” You try to scream out to them as loud as you could. The hand that once gripped your wrist wrapped itself around your torso and pulled you into Kidd’s chest. Your arms trapped under his arm as you struggle to even move.

“Killer!” The sound of running footsteps echoes as they grow closer to you.

“Yeah, Kidd?” A man in a striped blue and white mask appears next to you. His stature much different from the one holding you hostage.

“I need to make an example out of them, kill them. Little shit thinks they can tell me what I can and can’t do.” You stare at the masked man in horror as he seemingly stares back at you.

“Who’s she?”

“My new plaything. Cutie, ain’t she?” Kidd’s chest rumbles with small laughter as he holds you tighter. The man who you assume is Killer, simply nodded before two massive blades come into your view. Your throat goes dry as you see him rush towards your fiance, who looks petrified.

“No! Leave them alone!-”

“Alright, let's go.” You were turned around just before you heard the wails of your fiance. Tears started to slip down your cheeks as the love of your life was brutally slain right behind you. Your mind runs with horrific images of what could have possibly happened. All you did was look at the ground and watch as each pebble left your sight as Kidd walked forward. You wanted to scream, kick, punch, just anything to hurt him, but your body was immobile from the sheer shock of how fast your life was crashing down in front of you.

“What a pretty sight, don’t you think?” Biting your lip, you move your head up slowly to see what could possibly make him so happy. As soon as you lifted your head, you felt your mouth drop open at the sight.

The buildings that you’ve known your entire life were set ablaze. The heat it gave off was insufferable as Kidd walked through it without a care. Sounds of wood collapsing and flames flickering rang from all directions. All your childhood memories erased and replaced with an ongoing hell before your eyes. The urge to vomit was immense, but you held back, not wanting to show any more weakness than you already have.

The trek from the town to the ship felt like hours, yet when you did reach the ship, it was like one you’d never seen. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it. If it didn’t belong to the man who took away all that you loved dear just moments ago, you would have applauded for its uniqueness. The only thing that deserves the fate that your home was subject to is the ship in front of you.

Your heart beat against your ribs at the sound of wood creaking under Kidd’s feet. You bit your lip in worry, not knowing where he was taking you. While he dragged you to the deep parts of his ship, you tried memorizing anything you could. The only thing you could really focus on, though, was the sickening smile that he wore.

He stopped at a door in the furthest part of the ship. Your body shook as he opened the door to show what's inside. Crates filled most of the room, but there was a small window that barely let any light inside the room. When your eyes landed on a set of chains, you knew that you couldn’t let him put those on you. If he got them on, there was no way to get them off!

“No! Let me go!” You try to desperately wiggle out, but a quick crushing hold from Kidd had the wind knocked from your lungs. The sounds of chains jiggling blocked from your mind as you try to regain the air that was abruptly squeezed out of you. It was only when you felt the cold metal attacking your ankle and your body crashing to the ground is when you were dragged back to the present.

“There we go.” You didn’t dare look up. Your only thought was to pry off the chain, even though you knew that it was wishful thinking. Tears pour down your face once more at the fear of what would happen to you. You could feel your nails digging into the skin of your ankle as you tried to rip it off.

You feel Kidd grabbing both your wrists with one hand before using the other one to grab your face. He moves your head so he can look at your tear filled face. He moved his smiling face closer to yours to where there must have been only 2 inches away from yours. You see him stick his tongue out before you feel the slimy muscle run up your cheek, licking your tears away. You felt bile rise in your throat as he did the same to your other cheek, his saliva coating your skin. Through your blurry vision, you can see him licking his lips.

“You look so hot with tears running down your face, princess. Just the sight alone is enough for me to want to shove my cock down your throat just to see more of your pretty tears.” His crude words made you shut your eyes in embarrassment as you tried to turn your head away, yet to no avail. You can feel his head move to the point where you feel his breath against your ear.

“I’ll be back. Don’t wanna miss out on all the fun. Gotta make sure everything burns. I’m sure you understand.” His laughter rang in your ear as he let go of your face and wrists. The noise echoed in the small room. Making it sound like the devil himself was laughing at you. The man in front of you might as well be.

The small light that the door gave you soon snuffed out as Kidd closed the door. The sound of it locking on the other side made the darkness surrounding you more menacing. From the small window that gave you as much light as a lighter, you could see the sun setting and the small burnt debris from your home falling from the sky.

~~~

The feeling of the ship rocking made your stomach curdle. You’ve never been on one before, and now you were at the very bottom of one? The window that was your only source of light was just barely above the water. On rainy days, light was practically a wish. You were caved in total darkness. The only thing that soothed you to sleep was the sound of the rain. You just tried to imagine you were back home and lying down on your bed, waiting for your fiance to join you.

The ‘bed’ you got to sleep on was just tons of blankets lying on top of one another. You had to use a blanket as a pillow as well. It didn’t help that it was freezing. Hypothermia was basically knocking on your door every night. Sometimes you could even see your own breath.

The chain around your ankle didn’t help either. It felt like freezing needles were stabbing into your skin constantly. Sometimes you thought that it might just freeze your foot off.

Suddenly, you hear the telltale signs that Kidd was approaching your door. You’ve memorized the patterns of everyone's footsteps that had come in and out of your room. Which was basically just Kidd and his little kiss-ass friend Killer.

You could hear the lock unlocking, and soon the bright light from the outside filled your room. Gritting your teeth, you pretend to be asleep under the blankets. Maybe he might just leave.

“I know your awake, princess.” You move your head just so you could barely catch a glimpse of him. Despite the fact you were shooting him daggers with your eyes, he simply laughed at you. He held a lantern light before shutting the door and making it semi-dark again. Your heartbeat doubles as you see his smile as he walks towards you.

“No, hello, aye?” He set down the lantern on a crate before sitting down just above your head. It was quiet for a second before you felt him grip your hair and harshly tug so you’d look at him. The stinging made your eyes water as you looked at him.

“You better start talking, I wanna hear your voice, princess.” You see him pull out a sharp blade from his pocket. Knowing he was a man who never made empty threats, you gave in.

“H-Hello Eustass.” Your voice barely a whisper as you look at him in his amber eyes.

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You dig your nails into the blankets as you try to imagine yourself anywhere but here. His laughter rang in your ears before you felt him lock his lips with yours.

He was rough, and he kept your hair tightly between your fingers. You didn’t reciprocate the kiss, which made him let out a growl. His grip grew tighter, and you soon felt the cold metal of a blade press up against the skin of your neck.

You could feel your eyes widen and your heart stop at the sensation. You couldn’t escape him if you were dead. Despite wanting to spit in his face, you did what he wanted. While he didn’t move the knife, you felt him smile against your lips.

He was pushy with his kisses, seemingly trying to steal your air. You did your best to try and keep up so he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was just not giving you any time. He bit your lip hard, which made you yelp out in pain. He took advantage and shoved his tongue down your throat. The taste of sake filled your mouth as he explored every inch of your mouth.

Tears soon dripped from your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to keep them in. Kidd saw this and groaned into your mouth at the sight. You hated this sick bastard and how he got off to you crying from pain and fear.

He soon pulled away, and a trail of saliva connected both of your lips. Air finally expanded your lungs after being cut off for so long. You cough for a few seconds before looking back up at Kidd. The knife was still held against your throat, and his grip on your hair tight.

“Your still so bratty. I wonder how long it’s going to take to break you. Break you so you cry and beg for my cock the moment you see me. Begging me to use you like a toy. My dicks hard just thinking about it.” The hand holding the knife left, and you could see him put it down. A sigh of relief left you before you felt him grab your hand. He gave you a gut-wrenching smile before moving your hand to the waistband of his pants. Your eyes widen, and your heart stops at the action.

“Gonna show you just how hard you make me princess. And maybe if your good, you’ll get a reward…” He pushes your hand down his pants you hear him let out a shaky breath. You can feel the tips of your fingers touching the base of his cock. The simple feeling made you vomit in your mouth. You hear Kidd laugh as he looks down at you. He puts his face close to yours once more, and you can see the crazed look in his eyes.

“...And if you're bad, you can say goodbye to ever leaving this room.”

~~~

Your ankle still burns from being shackled for so long. It was so tight against your foot that sometimes you still think it's on. It has been off for a while, but the scar from it scrapping against your skin was still fresh. It’d no doubt stay there forever, even if you do apply scar cream. The scar would always be a reminder of what you went through and what you lost.

By now, the rain had mixed with your tears as your hair stuck to your face. Your body overworked itself as it ignored every fall in the mud, every rock or stick stepped on, and the overwhelming fear that the man you’ve been stuck with will catch you. After working so hard to be able to escape, you weren’t gonna go down now.

Still, you feared that he might find you. You had left footprints in the mud as you ran into the woods. What if he saw them? Could the rain possibly have washed them away? Your mind simply ran rampant as thoughts seemed to come and go.

Especially the thought of how you were going to get the thick metal collar that adorned your neck off. It also rubbed against your skin to the point where it would also leave a scar. The rubbed raw skin burned whenever the cold metal hit against it. The cold rain barely soothed the pain. You didn’t see how that crazy bastard thought that it was a reward for good behavior.

Once again, you felt your body freezing up. It had been getting colder, and you still had the same blankets you did when you were first thrown into this hell hole. Your hair was still slightly damp from the shower earlier, and it didn’t make you warmer either. You could hear laughter and cheers coming from the floor above you.

‘Sounds like they're celebrating another successful raid. Gross.’ You could only think to yourself as the sounds grew louder and louder. How the hell were you supposed to sleep when they're practically screaming?

Just then, you could hear Kidd’s footsteps approaching the door. You take a deep breathe before getting ready to deal with your kidnapper once again. What could he want at this hour though? First his crew is partying late into the night and now he’s coming down to bother you?

“Wake up, princess. I got you a present.” You could practically hear his sadistic smile from the other side of the door. The door unlocked, and you could see his outline. His shadow filled the small room. In his hand seemed to be a thick metal collar. A sinking feeling rose in your gut. What could he possibly want for making you wear that?

“What's that?” Your voice filled with venom despite trying to sound calm. You glared at the collar, hoping that it might explode.

“Well since you’ve been such a good girl, I think you can take a break from the chains.” Your eyebrows raise in suspicion at his words.

“But you have to wear this.” He held up said metal collar with a smirk.

“If you even try to run, I can just drag you back to me. Of course, you wouldn’t get far, but if you do try anything, your going back down here. In the dark.” You run your options in your head. Even if it’s for a while, getting out of this room might save some of your dwindling sanity. At the same time, you’ll be stuck with him for even longer in the day.

“...Okay.” When the shackle fell from your ankle you swore you could feel a smile grace your lips. The raw skin finally free from the constant rubbing on the shackle. The smile was short lived though, cause just as soon as that piece of metal left, the metal collar wrapped around your throat. It was much lighter than you thought but it was still thick. Kidd grabbed your chin and made you face him.

“You look so much more pretty with that around your neck. Now, I can take you places. Doesn’t that sound fun, princess?” He laughed in your face before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. You yelp in surprise at the sudden action as Kidd makes his way out of the small room.

While he locked the door, you took in your surroundings. You haven’t seen the outside of the room since you were originally put in there. Kidd always just came to you, so you forgot what outside the room looked like. That or Killer would blindfold you and take you to the showers before bringing you back.

“Where are we going?” Your voice sounded like a whisper compared to the loud roars of laughter coming from the crew. Kidd didn’t answer you regardless, which only made you frown. You tried to commit every floorboard and hallway to memory as he took you to another room. It didn’t take long, but it felt like an eternity in your fear.

When he opened the door to the other room, it was much bigger than the one you had just left. It had an actual bed, and clothes strayed all across the floor. Tiny metal trinkets scattered across shelves and a dresser.

‘Must be his bedroom…’ The door locked as soon as you were inside. Before you could say anything, Kidd dropped you onto the bed.

“Get comfy 'cause you're sleeping here tonight.” You didn’t say anything, only scooting closer to the top of the bed. You were already in your pajamas, the warmest ones that Kidd had bought you. Well, more likely stole, but whatever. All your clothes were picked out by him, and you hated it. They all showed too much skin to your liking, and the pajamas weren’t any better. The warmest one was a T-shirt and fleece pajama shorts. Obviously not something that would create much heat.

You threw the blankets over you and laid down on the bed, trying to avoid looking at your captor. The metal collar made it slightly uncomfortable, but you could still sleep with it on, no doubt.

The feeling of the bed dipping down behind you made your breath hitch as you felt the covers move as well. A strong hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer towards the middle of the bed. A warm body was pressed against your back, and the smell of oil hit your nostrils. Another arm slithers under your body, and now you're totally trapped against his chest.

“You smell so nice, princess. I could just eat you.” Kidd laughs as he lays his head between your head and shoulder. The metal collar against his face couldn’t be comfortable, but he didn’t say anything.

“Thank you…?” Despite the urge to ignore him, you don’t. You didn’t wanna freeze and maybe this could be used to your advantage. A way to escape!

You feel his lips kiss the exposed skin of your neck that the collar didn’t cover before feeling his lipstick run against your neck when he begins nibbling on the sensitive skin. You can feel him smiling, and the way his breath fanned your neck made goosebumps ghost your skin.

A rough, calloused hand soon grabs the fat of your thigh before rubbing a circle on it with his thumb. The feeling of his hands holding you never failed to make you frown. You grit your teeth when you hear Kidd laugh against your skin.

“Now that you're going to be out in public with me. I need the world to know who you belong to.” You can feel your throat going dry at the implications of his words and actions. Closing your eyes, you did your best to try imagining yourself home and in bed with your fiance.

He seemed to pick up that you were imagining you were anywhere else but here cause you soon felt his teeth dig into your skin harshly. You let out a cry from the pain and dig your nails into the bed sheets. Biting your lip, you try to ignore the throbbing the bite brought.

The hand that wasn’t rubbing on your thigh moved under your shirt. Your heart beat rapidly the closer he got to your breasts. His cold hands felt like ice cubes running against your skin. Words of hatred rose in your throat as you tried to hold down the venom that bubbled inside you.

“A-Aren’t you tired from raiding? Maybe we should get some sleep, huh?” You tried to deter him from continuing his selfish desires. A soft ‘hmm’ came from his throat but was soon replaced with laughter.

“I think I’ll sleep better after fucking you on my cock. Plus, I’ve been thinking about fucking you stupid all day, princess.” Your heart dropped to your stomach at his confession. Every inch of your body went rigid when you felt his hand palm your breast.

The hand that rubbed circles on your thigh soon moved up and played with the waistband of your shorts. Tears started streaming down your face at the feeling of his cold fingers dipping beneath the layers of clothes.

~~~

You hated the way his room smelled. Oil and sweat seemingly infused with every object. Did he ever wash his clothes? It was to the point where you would have washed them with! The stench was unbearable!

Yet, you would still rather be here in a warm room than the freezing hell that was your old room. At least here, there was a thick comforter. Even though there was a bed that was much more comfortable than the floor, you'd rather lay on the ground than lay in a bed where you felt like your life was worth nothing.

“God fucking damnit! Those fucking marines keep getting in my way!” All the blood in your body ran cold, hearing Kidd scream in rage. He was a whole other evil when his rage took over. Unfortunately, it was more often than you’d like. When he got like this, it felt like he viewed you as an enemy. You remember when he grabbed your arm before throwing you to the ground after accusing you of laughing at his failure.

Or the time when he kicked you in the stomach so hard that you threw up.

The bedroom door slammed open before Kidd slammed it shut again. You didn’t say anything, only looking at him to see his next move. He had some blood on his face that only made his rage more horrifying.

“Fuck!” Grabbing a metal trinket, he threw it at his door. The impact was strong enough for it to get stuck in the door. You dug your nails into your palms as you looked at the door. There were already marks from when he’d throw knives at the door in anger. You swallowed the lump that seemed to get caught in your throat as you hesitantly turned your gaze toward Kidd.

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” Your heart froze as you hear him stomping towards you. A spurt of adrenaline kicked inside you as you tried moving backward away from him. It only served to make him madder cause he grabbed you by your foot and pulled you towards him.

“I said, what the fuck are you staring at?!” His hand grabbed the exposed part of your neck before squeezing. You tried kicking him, but he only lifted you up in the air. Tears rimmed your eyes as you try clawing at his hand, which only served to piss him off more.

“Your happy, aren’t you?! You think that marines are gonna catch me and you’ll be free?! Is that it?!” You tried shaking your head, but his grip was too strong.

“I-I can’t….breathe… Kidd please…” Through your blurry vision, you can see the same amber eyes that haunted your nightmares. Even when your vision started to go black, you could see his eyes glowing.

“Stupid bitch!” You feel your body getting thrown and the grip on your neck gone. Yet not soon after, you feel your body colliding with the wall before falling on the floor. You could hear a crack ringing in your ears when your head hit the floor.

Every inch of your body burned, and the slightest movement only doubled that. When you tried to open your eyes, your vision was blurry, and you could feel something cascading down your forehead. You couldn’t move your head, so all you saw was the dirty floor of the bedroom.

It sounded like Kidd was trying to say something, but it was all just white noise. All you could hear was the ringing in your head and the feeling of your head throbbing. You feel your forehead is covered in something, but everything just seems like a blur.

Kidd’s boots soon came into your sight as he kneeled down next to you. You feel his fingers glide through your hair before taking a fistful and lifting you up to face him. A searing pain vibrated through your body as you let out a pained cry. You try to move, but your body feels too bruised to even move in the slightest.

“Fucking pathetic! Why do I even keep you around when you're so fucking useless?!” Despite your blurry vision, his eyes managed to pierce through the blur. You try to talk, but nothing comes out, not even whimpers.

“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t fucking ignore me!” The grip on your hair was replaced by him grabbing your face so you’d look at him. All you saw was a red blur with eyes glaring at you. All your strength disappeared, and you could feel yourself grow limp.

A deep urge to sleep soon took a toll as you felt your eyelids growing heavy. It felt like rocks were dragging them down, and no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. Even though you could feel yourself being shaken, you simply ignored the sensation. With a last flutter of your eyes, a black void soon swallowed

You remember Killer telling you that you were out cold for a few days and what actually happened to you. Well, more like you had to hit it out of him. Kidd must have told him not to tell you, but in the end, you managed to get the truth after hitting him repeatedly and threatening to throw things at him.

What he told you was that your body hit the ground hard enough for your skull to have a small fracture.

It did manage to heal relatively well and at the predicted healing rate, but that didn’t mean anything to you. It wouldn’t have happened if Kidd didn’t use you as a personal punching bag. You remember the look in his eyes when he lifted you in the air and had his hand wrapped around your throat. It’s a look that still plagues your nightmares even to this day. You’re still fully convinced that he planned to kill you that day, but something stopped him.

Those events only encouraged you to run as fast as your feet could carry you.

The rain made it hard to stay on your feet even though you tried your hardest. There were times when your foot would slip, and you’d go crashing into the mud. It felt disgusting to have your body coated in seemingly cold slime. Your clothes were definitely done with after you found a place to safely hide and to get rid of them.

If you were to look at yourself in a mirror right now, you’d probably look like a mudslide victim. The feeling of mud getting under your collar and rubbing against the raw skin burned like hell. You prayed that it wouldn’t get infected.

~~~

He was acting more loving than normal. It was…unnerving.

Something must have changed inside of Kidd after he threw you against the wall. Because instead of just him using you for his own pleasure and using you as a punching bag whenever he got angry, he started acting like you actually meant something to him. Acting like he loved you.

The thought made you sick. It had to be some sick game he was playing.

Yet, here he was now, laying on your chest, giving you praises. Telling you that your such a good girl. That he chose the right one to have by his side. How you were so beautiful and that you made him so happy.

He was acting vulnerable.

“I love you princess…” He buried his head in your chest. You knew he wanted to hear you say the same thing, but there was no way you were ever telling him that. Even if he gave you all the treasure in the world, you’d never say it. So all you did was run your fingers through his unkempt hair, thinking of questions to ask him, to try distracting him.

“How was the recent raid?”

“You should have seen how high the fires were. High enough to touch the clouds! Even those stupid marines couldn’t put out the flames!” His laughter made your heart constrict. You knew he was merciless when it came to his raids, but it simply reminded you of the horror that happened to your own town. You felt stupid for asking even though you should have known the answer.

“Was…the treasure good?”

“Not even worth a cent. They tried fighting us on it, so we had to teach them a lesson.” You let out a ‘hmm’ as you frown. A sudden weight was lifted off your chest as you saw him lifting his body up off yours. You weren’t complaining, but you wondered what was going on in that crazy head of his.

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you felt Kidd grab you and pull you close to him. Your face was pressed against his chest, and your head was under his. The feeling of his lips kissing the top of your head only served to frown more.

“Killer was asking me the other day when I plan on letting you go…” You could feel your eyes widen at his words. You haven’t begged him to let you go since you got the collar. Ever since you got the collar, you’ve just been plotting to get his trust and finding a way out. Maybe he figured out your plan? Yet surely, he will get rid of you someday, right? One day he’d get bored of you.

“...And I told him never.”

~~~

It felt like you’ve been running forever. You fear your body is giving up on you with how much slower you’ve been running. The thought that you might collapse soon without being in a safe place scared you cause what if he found you? You’d never see the light of day again.

Thankfully, you were out of the mostly dirt part of the forest. By now, there was actual grass, and you could see light in front of you. Tempting you, encouraging you to come closer, that your almost there.

You picked up the pace, even though your body burned. Telling you that you couldn’t take it anymore. Yet you ignored the pain.

You could see through the cloudy light that something colorful was up ahead. It wasn’t like any of the colors that the Victoria Punk wore. Instead, they seemed more lively. More friendly. Still, looks could be deceiving. Although, you would take anything over the ship you’ve been stuck on for the past year.

When your feet hit the sandy beaches, you feel yourself crying even harder. Instead of fear, it was hope. You took a look at the ship, and once again, you’ve never seen such a unique ship. It was the complete opposite of the Victoria Punk. Instead of a skull, it had a cute little lion. It seemed just as big as the Victoria, if not maybe a bit bigger. Then again, you’ve only seen the outside twice.

The ship was out a bit, but it looked like it was still in shallow water. The anchor was down, so it looked like they weren’t moving anytime soon. That would give you enough time to swim over and scale up the side of the ship. If you could run along mud, sharp sticks, and rocks, you could definitely scale a boat.

The water was cold when you first entered it. It made you shiver harshly, but you pushed through it. The salty water managed to clean off some of the mud that had stuck to your clothes. It felt refreshing when you dipped your head underwater for a second so you could feel the dirt on your face wash away too.

When you did reach the ship, your feet still touched the ground, thankfully. It wasn’t that deep to your luck. There were windows you could grab onto, but they were higher up than you could confidently grab. The only thing that would give you leverage was the barnacles that stuck to the lower side of the ship. You go to grab one, and only then did you feel how sharp they were. Biting your lip, you take a deep breath before actively grabbing onto the barnacles.

Climbing the first few feet seemed torturous. You could feel them dig deep into your skin. They did end up leaving cuts that had you bleeding, but you were so close now, you weren’t gonna give up now.

When you managed to grab the window and get a good grip, you let out a sigh of relief. With shaky arms, you pull yourself up. You swing your leg over the wall of the ship, and when you feel your feet touch the grass of the ship-

Grass?

Looking down, you see healthy green grass all across the deck. You can feel the grass brush against your feet. The small cuts on the bottom of your feet from the barnacles left small patches of blood on the grass. You’d have to look down on the grass for a few seconds if you wanted to see it. Maybe the rain will wash it away. You’d hate to bleed all over the boat of the people who would be your saviors.

Suddenly, You hear voices in the distance. Fear fills your being as you quickly look around to find someplace to hide. Your gut told you to go up the stairs to the first door, so you quickly did. Trying not to make as much noise as possible. Who the voices belonged to, you didn’t know. But you weren’t gonna take the chance that it was Kidd and his goons.

When you entered the room, you saw it was a kitchen. Your eyes scanned across the room to find a better hiding spot in said kitchen. A cabinet under the sink caught your eye, and you quickly tried to hide under it. But when you were about to close the door, you saw your bloody footprints leading right to where you were. You tried to wipe all the bloody footprints you could reach, but when you heard the sound of the treading through water and a ramp dropping, you quickly ducked inside your hiding spot.

You finally had time to think after you closed the small door. Thoughts of your escape through the forest, thoughts of the hell you experienced, and the thoughts of the man that let you free.

“I’m putting you in charge of her, alright? If I see a single scratch on her, I’ll have your head on a stick!” The man holding the chain that your collar was connected only nodded at Kidd.

“I’d come with your princess, but we need supplies. Plus, you’ve been a good girl. I know by now you won’t run away, right?”

“I won’t run at all. I can’t wait to see you later.” You sent a forceful smile his way, and he sent his smug one back. He turned around and started walking towards the ship where other crew mates were. Only when he left your sight is when your heart calmed down.

It was humiliating. Being chained up like this in public. You would’ve rather crawled in a hole and die then deal with the constant eyes staring at you. Nothing in this town made it worth the stares.

This town was known for having some of the best sweets, and Kidd thought that after so long of you not making a fuss or trying anything, that you were trustworthy enough to go out of the ship. Of course, he still had someone go with you. Just in case someone were to take you away from him.

“Is there someplace you want to go?” The man next to you finally cut the silence. You look up at him, and you notice that you’ve never met him. He was on your right side, and he looked almost just as tall as Kidd. His hair was much longer, and he had what you guessed to be tattoos all across his arms and some on his face. His voice was much calmer than Kidd’s, and it was a definitely needed breath of fresh air.

“Can we just walk?” He nodded, and you both started walking in the direction of the town. Hopefully, you’ll never come to this island again after this.

“What's your name?” The least that he could do is tell you his name so you at least know who’s dragging you around like a dog.

“Heat. Yours?”

“(Y/N). I guess Kidd doesn’t talk about me. ”

“Have you been on the ship this whole time? I haven’t seen you at all.”

“I’ve just been stuck below deck in the smallest room for about 6 months before Kidd decided that I’d been good enough to be locked up in his bedroom.” Your voice felt light as you try to explain.

“So, was it you he was yelling at and not him just talking to himself? And this collar thing isn’t some twisted kink I got roped into?” Disbelief dripped from his words, and all you could do was nod as you looked forward. You didn’t want him to see you tearing up.

“Yeah, it was me he was screaming at. He used to get really violent with me before my skull cracked. After that, he hasn’t done anything violent towards me. The collar thing is just a way to show ownership and that he can have control over me.”

“How long have you been… stuck on the ship?”

“Rough guess would be a little over a year maybe? I lost track of the date so I don’t know what month, day or year it is. Hard to keep track in the dark.”

“I see.” A small silence hovered over the two of you as the both of you walked around town. You mostly looked at the ground but every once in a while, you'd look at the man next to you. He always seemed to be deep in thought. You were curious as to what could be going on in his head but you just minded your own. This was your first time in the sun in so long, and you just wanted to soak it up as much as you could before you were stuck in the dark again.

The two of you turn a corner which leads you to the back alley of the town. On the other side of you was a forest that seemed so calm. It made you sad, so you tried to ignore it and go back into the sun, but of course, with your luck, you see the sun getting blocked by obvious rain clouds. You let out a few swears before continuing to walk, only to be stopped when you see Heat stopping in his tracks. Turning around, you give him a questioning look.

“Come here.” Your heart beat rapidly at his request. Did you do something wrong? Was he gonna tell Kidd something? In fear of the following, you just did what he said and looked up at him. You see his hand move to the side of your collar, and you hear the sound of the chain unhooking, making your eyes widen.

Your hands immediately go to feel around your neck. The collar was still there, but the chain that was once hooked to you was gone.

“Run. I don’t wanna see you back on the ship, do you understand?” Tears started pouring down your cheeks, and all you could do was look up at the man before wrapping him in a crushing hold.

“Thank you…thank you so much.” Your voice was barely a whisper before you took off into the forest. With your heart beating louder than ever, the sound of crunching leaves never registered. You move your gaze back to Heat for a second, and you see him standing in the same place you left him. Looking at the tree line before throwing the chain in the garbage and walking back towards the way you came.

You didn’t know what would happen to him when Kidd saw you were gone, but you only hoped that the man who saved you would be spared.

With that thought heavy in your mind, you made sure that you weren’t gonna let his sacrifice be in vain.

Your mind was pulled out from your memories when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, even through the rain. It felt like your heart jumped out of your chest when you heard the door to the kitchen open. You could feel your breath hitch.

“Sanji wouldn’t mind if I got a snack-AHHHHH!” The voice of what you assumed to be on the younger variety let out a wail after entering the kitchen. They must have seen the bloody footprints. They weren’t really hard to miss in the first place, then again.

“What the hell are you screaming about?” A deeper male voice rang through the kitchen, and that only made you cover your mouth, praying they didn’t hear your heavy breathing. More footsteps run up, and they slowly enter the kitchen.

“Is that blood?!”

“Why is there blood in my kitchen?!”

“It leads to that cabinet.” The monotone voice of a woman strikes fear inside you. Why did they have to find you so fast? How could you have been so unlucky?

The sound of footsteps coming closer to the small door made tears fall down your eyes. They weren’t even out to sea yet and they found you. Stupid barnacles and their sharp points.

You feel your body freeze when your met with the face of a woman with beautiful blue eyes. Her blank face only made you cry harder.

“It's a woman. It seems both her hands and feet seem to be bleeding.” You try scooting closer to the back of the cabinet even though you only moved seemingly an inch. The faces of multiple people soon come into your view, and you’ve never felt so overwhelmed since the day you were captured.

“What are you doing on my ship?!” A man with jet-black hair and a straw hat pushes his way through everyone to get closer to your face.

You try to talk but all that came out were hard sobs. The sound of your voice cracking wile crying probably sounded like a whole other language. You couldn’t even see their faces anymore as the tears made your vision to blurry.

“Luffy! It’s obvious she’s hurt and scared! Be nice to a woman in need!” A man with blond hair violently kicked the man who just yelled at you.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, your safe to come out.” From your blurry vision, you can see everyone backing up to give you room to come out. Taking a few breaths, you gently move your body out of the cabinet. You try to put your feet down to stand up, but it seems the adrenaline finally wore off. A sharp pain made you whimper and just continue sitting on the ground in the kitchen.

“I’m a doctor, so I can help you!” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you let a shaky smile spread across your face.

~~~

The sun finally came back outside after what seemed like hours of you running through it. It felt so nice to be able to stand outside with the fear of being dragged back into the dark. The crew mates of the ship were kind enough to patch you up and let you hitch a ride to the next island they were docking at.

You did tell them the basis of your story. Not all the gory details but enough. The little doctor named Chopper gave you some tips and scar cream to try and get rid of the scar on your ankle. He said he was going to look at the raw skin on your neck once you managed to get it off, which led to where you are now. Standing on the back of the ship, watching it slowly drift away from the island and waiting for the swordsman to cut it off.

“Okay, don’t move, or I’ll cut your head off.”

“That's not something you say to a woman, moss head!”

“Just cut it off and stop arguing! God, your both children!”

SHLINK

The sound of metal crashing to the ground had your legs feeling weak. For the first time in months, you finally feel like you can fully breathe. The sensation of air hitting the raw skin had your heart beating fast.

You look down at the broken metal that laid in two pieces in front of your feet. Big globs of tears fall from your face and make a puddle on the ground.

“Thank you! I cannot thank you enough!” You trap the green-haired man in a crushing hold as you repeat your thanks. Grabbing the metal scraps, you run towards the back railing, and with all your strength, you throw it off the ship. The sight of it barely making it to fall on the sandy beach let you know that after all the hell you’ve experienced, you were finally going to be okay. Soon enough, the waves would take the metal and drag it to the depths.

“Alright, everyone! We’re on our way to the Sabaody Archipelago!” All the crewmates aboard the ship celebrated the new chapter they were about to open. You couldn’t help but celebrate along, as this would also be a new chapter for you-

“(Y/N)!” Your heart stops at the sound of a familiar scream. Turning around, you see the devil himself running out of the woods. The broken collar in his hand. You feel your heart drop thinking about that if you hadn’t gotten that cut off sooner, that would have been you in his grip.

The celebration of the crewmates left your mind as you see Kidd running towards the ship your on, only to be stopped by the salty water that protected it. You were far enough to that if he tried to get in the water, he’d definitely drown for sure. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear him.

Gripping the railing, even from so far away, you feel his haunting eyes staring at you. Your throat seems to go dry as you see more of his goons appear from the woods. To your relief somewhat, you see Heat still alive and walking. At least your savior wasn’t hurt.

Even so, you continued to look at Kidd, and you knew he was looking at you. It felt like getting rid of a life-threatening illness and seeing him grow farther and farther into the distance. It felt like you were healing.

“You can run and hide (Y/N), but you’ll always belong to me!”

Then again, illness comes back when your least expect it.

#one piece x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #tw: violence #tw: abuse #tw: bl00d #dark content things #tw: noncon

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The Morning After.

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart. Type: Edit + Ficlet. (523 words) Pairing: Cassiel x Audrey. Rating: T Trigger Warnings: None, Except slight suggestive content. Open to change, if necessary. Tags: @agattthaa , @rc-catalog

A/N: a continuation of the beautiful @agattthaa 's Starved. Please read that before this <3333

Warm rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, disturbing Cassiel's peaceful slumber. His eyes shoot open, looking up at the ceiling. beautifully decorated room, soft cushions, fur blankets..where has he woken up?

His eyes fall on Audrey beside him, her drool adorably pasted all over her pillows (and some on his chest), her body still bare from last night's lovemaking. Memories rush back to him in waves as the scent of their joint act hits his nostrils like a tidal wave, and he shudders, remembering how they teased each other into a night both of them will never forget.

No, No! He can't be thinking again, or else he'll get a morning wood, yet another chance for Audrey to tease him.

That damn bat. Cassiel mentally takes a note to thank the creature for matchmaking them because they both are stubborn as hell not to do it themselves.

Cassiel rarely sleeps peacefully. Whatever he did in life rushes back to him at night, haunting him, torturing him mercilessly. so most of the nights, he either tosses in bed restlessly or goes by the Astrea's statue to train himself.

But this night? This special night? He slept like a baby, entwined with the most gorgeous (and infuriating) woman he's ever seen. She's such a vixen.. a very beautiful one at that. She keeps his fears and nightmares at bay, and he finds comfort in her arms. He won't tell her that, though.

They clung onto each other all night, as if they were both afraid the other would leave, disappear or just run away from this.

A soft smile makes its way on his face when he sees her sleeping face, lips parted slightly, the lipstick smudged all over (from his doing), her hands on his waist, legs intertwined with his. God, he hopes she sleeps like this for a few more minutes so he can apprecia- oh, no.

Of course, she had to wake up.

Ofcourse, her lips had to curve into that annoying smirk, on having caught Cassiel being soft red-handed.

He immediately shuts his eyes, putting on the most neutral expression ever.

"Ha, I saw that, Cassiel."

".."

Cassiel mentally rolls his eyes, opening his lids with a defeated sigh.

"You have drool on your face."

"I had you inside me last night."

"..."

Audrey's smirk gets more smug when she sees that she's left him speechless for the second time this morning. The day is already off to a great start. Now for her third shot..

"If we have a daughter, I'm going to name her Cassie."

"Audrey, what on earth?"

"Hehehe... just 'kid'ding."

God, this woman. her charms.. they can shut him up real quick. she got him bad. Like, real bad. She makes his eyes roll, but only he knows how much his heart flutters on her teasing.

(She knows it too, she can feel his heartbeat rising up in her proximity.)

"I didn't.. think you'd actually stay here till the morning.."

Audrey scoots close, drumming her fingers over his chest, tracing invisible patterns.

"Ofcourse."

Cassiel finally looks at her with that soft expression again.

"I'd be nowhere else."

#romance club #rc cassiel #rc abh #astrea's broken heart #rc edits #t edit tag #rc fics #t fic tag #audrey x cassiel

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promptling · 11 months

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CARMILLA by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado

did you realize he killed her off?

who reads an introduction?

i long for the door to open.

i did not know that it was possible.

i did not realize my soil was not salted.

she is already dead.

someone did lie there, the place is still warm.

lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.

the poor young lady is dead.

the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.

i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.

i forget the rest.

was ever a being so born to calamity?

i cannot, dare not, delay.

it would be so delightful.

where am i? what is this place?

how do you like our guest?

tell me about her.

how very odd to say all that!

i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.

how wonderful!

i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.

i could not forget your face.

i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.

if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.

i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.

i have never had a friend.

i shan't require assistance.

it is very hard to part with you.

young people like, and even love, on impulse.

heavens! if i had but known all!

your little heart is wounded.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.

what can you mean by this?

i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.

don't you perceive how discordant that is?

i think it very sweet.

you pierce my ears.

you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.

i don't trouble my head about peasants.

tell me nothing about ghosts.

i hope there is no plague or fever coming.

sit here, hold my hand.

that comes of strangling people with hymns!

i shall demand redress from him.

then you have been ill?

let us talk no more of it.

you would not wound a friend?

you are afraid to die?

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

are you glad i came?

how romantic you are.

i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.

i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.

is there a chill in the air?

it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.

i have been thinking of leaving you.

do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?

you do not know how dear you are to me.

i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.

how jealous i am you cannot know.

you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.

were you ever at a ball?

i was all but assassinated in my bed.

love will have its sacrifices.

no sacrifice without blood.

you see it now with your own eyes.

you must not plague me with questions.

you are not to trouble your head about it.

i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.

you puzzle me utterly.

i had no hope of meeting you so soon.

#i put bits from machado's introduction and footnotes in here because i love them #carmilla sentence meme #carmilla rp meme #carmilla sentence starter #rp sentence starter #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp ask memes #rp prompts #rp memes

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sordidmusings · 1 month

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hey :) may i humbly request that you write something for kidd?

Sure thing sweet anon❣️ if you wouldn’t mind giving a little more info so I can make sure it’s something you’d like? What sex and gender would you like the reader to be? And nsfw or sfw?

Below I’ll give some ideas/headcanons I’ve had in case any peak your interest!

Tbh I’ve had alpha Kid stuck in my brain cuz I’m on a perpetual abo kick but I know that ain’t for everyone! First off, there’s this DELICIOUS edit I saw of him with big canines and the creator was right; he’s fucking LETHAL with them 😩 it comes to haunt me quite frequently because what the fUCK ITS TOO GOOD 😭fangs in general are just chefs kiss and they fit him perfectly. The animal I have him as in my hybrid au ain’t got fangs but Fuck It he’s gonna get them anyway I will play God for that

There’s a few ways you could play a violent, selfish, and imposing man like him as an alpha but I think these are my favorite angles for him:

Weak for reader from the start and he hates it. He doesn’t want anyone making him soft, making him worry. He didn’t want attachments other than his crew and definitely not any outside the platonic realm. They were messy and pathetic and a waste of his time. He didn’t owe you shit - how dare you come into his life and fuck everything up, leave with his attention, his thoughts, his desires? He tries to berate you, shrug you off, ignore you but all fail miserably the moment you’re actually in his presence. The best he can do is watch you against his will and try and be as neutral as possible when you approach or he seeks to be closer (also against his will). He tried to shove you away once but the moment he lays hands on you they unlearn their cruelty. Truly you are dangerous for him and he should keep you far far away.

Plays favorites with reader and doesn’t give a fuck about it. You are his enabled little accomplice, allowed to get whatever you want and get away with anything and everything. He loves when you throw your weight around - hell he loves when you throw his weight around, preening every time you threaten someone with how strong and vicious your alpha is. He’s barely sure how this whole thing came together, a blur of you asking for one thing, then more and more and more, and most especially more of him. He doesn’t give a fuck that he’s tightly wrapped around your finger, he’s just as proud that he’s yours as you are his and loves rubbing in everyone’s face that he’s snagged the best catch out there.

The other thing I’ve been thinking of is Kid being a negative(?) influence on a restrained and bottled up reader and getting them to let loose with things like their anger and learning to take what they want from others and from life. Much more serious and angsty in tone than the spoiled rotten partner headcanon lol more him badgering you into letting out your aggression and becoming a menace worthy of his crew, a menace he’d be proud to have as his partner.

I’ve also had these songs stuck in my head as songs that could work for x Kid for a while now and could do something with one of them! Tried to give some pop and some rock 🤷🏼‍♀️

Last one especially amuses me cuz (ignoring any suppositions of the original intent of the song) it reads well as Kid trying to convince himself he hates being around you and “I miss the comfort in being sad” meaning he misses the ‘negative’ feelings he gets around reader OR (to be closer to the original meaning) having feelings for reader is new territory and he’s much more comfortable in the charted territory of his violent and vicious emotions.

Sonic Youth and Nirvana additions partially because of a talk with @feral-artistry about the rock vibes of Kid and Killer! She’s just Right in her thoughts as always. Also check out her Kid art!! Reblogging it soon - writing down a few thoughts first 🤡

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #one piece #anon ask #anon request #silly thoughts #eustass kid headcanons #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader

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lucifersresources · 2 years

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taylor swift // midnights rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

lavender haze.

meet me at midnight.

you don’t ever say too much.

i’ve been under scrutiny.

you handle it beautifully.

all this shit is new to me.

i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say.

all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride.

they’re bringing up my history.

they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening.

i just need this love spiral.

maroon.

we lost track of time again.

you were my closest friend.

how’d we end up on the floor anyway?

i see you every day now.

i chose you.

we were shaking.

how the hell did we lose sight of us again?

ain’t that the way shit always ends.

i feel you, no matter what.

and i lost you.

i wake with your memory over me.

that’s a real fuckin’ legacy.

anti-hero.

i get older, but just never wiser.

midnights become my afternoons.

my depression works the graveyard shift.

i should not be left to my own devices.

i end up in crisis.

i wake up screaming from dreaming.

one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving.

one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving, coz you got tired of my scheming.

it’s me, hi. i’m the problem, it’s me.

i’m the problem.

i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror.

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

i’m a monster on the hill.

did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?

life will lose all its meaning.

she thinks i left them in the will.

she’s laughing up at us from hell.

snow on the beach.

life is emotionally abusive.

time can’t stop me quite like you did.

i’m unglued, thanks to you.

it’s like snow at the beach: weird, but fucking beautiful.

you wanting me tonight, feels impossible.

this scene feels like what i once saw on a screen.

i’ve never seen someone lit from within.

my smile is like i won a contest.

to hide that would be so dishonest.

it’s fine to fake it till you make it.

i can’t speak.

i don’t even dare to wish it.

can this be a real thing?

you’re on your own, kid.

summer went away, still the yearning stays.

i play it cool with the best of them.

he’s gonna notice me.

we’re the best of friends anyway.

i hear it in your voice.

i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out.

there’s just one who could make me stay.

i waited ages to see you there.

you never cared.

you’re on your own, kid. you always have been.

you’re on your own, kid.

i see the great escape.

he loves me not.

something different bloomed.

i’ll run away.

i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this.

the jokes weren’t funny.

i took the money.

my friends from home don’t know what to say.

there were pages turned with the bridges burned.

everything you lose is a step you take.

you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

you can face this.

midnight rain.

he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain.

he wanted a bride, i was making my own name.

he stayed the same.

all of me changed.

my town was a wasteland.

for some, it was paradise.

i broke his heart coz he was nice.

i was midnight rain.

i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

he never thinks of me.

i guess we all get some kind of haunted.

i never think of him.

i never think of him, except on midnights like this.

question...?

we had one thing going on, i swear that it was something.

i don’t remember who i was before you.

i just may like some explanations.

can i ask you a question?

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?

what did you do?

did you ever leave her house in the middle of the night?

did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?

it was too much.

do you wish you could still touch her?

did you realise out of time?

fuckin’ politics and gender roles.

i just may like to have a conversation.

does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike?

i’m sure that’s what’s suitable.

vigilante shit.

draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.

you did some bad things, but i’m the worst of them.

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.

they say looks can kill and i might try.

i don’t dress for women, i don’t dress for men, lately i’ve been dressing for revenge.

i don’t start shit.

i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends.

don’t get sad, get even.

i’ve been dressing for revenge.

she needed cold hard proof, so i gave her some.

picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife.

she looks so pretty, driving in your benz.

ladies always rise above.

i’m on my vigilante shit again.

bejeweled.

i think i’ve been a little too kind.

didn’t notice you walking all over my peace of mind.

putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five.

i’m going out tonight.

best believe i’m still bejeweled when i walk in the room.

i can still make the whole place shimmer.

familiarity breeds comtempt.

don’t put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart.

i polish up real nice.

i think i’ve been too good of a girl.

i think it’s time to teach some lessons.

i made you my world.

have you heard? i can reclaim the land.

i miss you, but i miss sparkling.

sadness became my whole sky.

but some guy said my aura’s moonstone.

you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line.

a diamond’s gotta shine.

labyrinth.

it only hurts this much right now.

i’ll be getting over you my whole life.

i’m falling in love.

i’m falling in love again.

it only feels this raw right now.

lost in the labyrinth of my mind.

you would break your back to make me break a smile.

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.

karma.

you’re talking shit.

addicted to betrayal.

you’re terrified to look down.

you’ll see the glare of everyone you burned.

it’s coming back around.

karma is my boyfriend.

karma’s a relaxing thought. aren’t you envious that for you it’s not?

my pennies made your crown.

don’t you know that cash ain’t the only price?

ask me what i learned from all those years.

ask me what i earned from all those tears.

ask me why so many fade, but i’m still here.

so many fade.

i’m still here.

karma is the thunder rattling your ground.

karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter.

sweet nothing.

they said the end is coming.

the end is coming.

everyone’s up to something.

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings.

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

this happens all the time.

you should be doing more.

to you i can admit that i’m just too soft for all of it.

i’m just too soft for all of it.

mastermind.

the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned.

the touch of a hand lit the fuse.

checkmate, i couldn’t lose.

i couldn’t lose.

what if i told you none of it was accidental.

none of it was accidental.

the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me.

what if i told you i’m a mastermind?

i’m a mastermind.

now you’re mine.

we were born to be the pawn in every lover’s game.

if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

strategy sets the scene for the tale.

the first night that you saw me, i knew i wanted your body.

i wanted your body.

it was all my design.

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid.

i’ve been scheming.

i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.

i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me.

this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess.

i’m only cryptic and machiavellian coz i care.

you knew the entire time.

you knew that i’m a mastermind.

the great war.

my knuckles were bruised like violets.

cursed you as i sleep talked.

spineless in my tomb of silence.

tore your banners down, took the battle underground.

flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur.

my hand was the one you reach for all throughout the great war.

i vowed not to cry anymore.

if we survived the great war.

you drew up some good faith treaties.

you said i have to trust more freely.

you were playing with fire.

maybe it’s the past that’s talking.

maybe it’s the past that’s talking-- telling me to punish you for things you never did.

i justified it.

i vowed not to fight anymore.

i vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the great war.

got a sense i’d been betrayed.

that was the night i nearly lost you.

i nearly lost you.

i really thought i’d lost you.

we can plant a memory garden.

there’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair.

we will never go back to that bloodshed.

we’re burned for better.

i vowed i would always be yours.

i would always be yours.

paris.

all the outfits were terrible.

i’m so in love that i might stop breathing.

i was taken by the view.

romance is not dead.

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours.

levitate above all the messes made.

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever.

high infidelity.

i didn’t know you were keeping count.

you said i was freeloading.

put on your records and regret me.

i bent the truth too far tonight.

i was dancing around it.

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

seemed like the right thing at the time.

there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love.

there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough.

do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

glitch.

we were supposed to be just friends.

maybe i’ll see you out some weekend.

i think there’s been a glitch.

i’m fastening myself to you.

i’m not even sorry.

i was supposed to sweat you out.

our love is blacking out.

the system’s breaking down.

i’d go back to wanting dudes who give nothing.

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.

if you tasted poison you could’ve spit me out.

if you’d never looked my way i would’ve stayed on my knees.

i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil.

the pain was heaven.

now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts.

memories feel like weapons.

i wish you’d left me wondering.

if you never touched me i would’ve gone along with the righteous.

you made me feel important.

you made me feel important, then you tried to erase us.

you tried to erase us.

you’re a crisis of my faith.

if i’d only played it safe.

i miss who i used to be.

the tomb won’t close.

i regret you all the time.

i can’t let this go.

i fight with you in my sleep.

the wound won’t close.

i keep on waiting for a sign.

if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die?

living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts.

give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

dear reader.

if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one.

just run.

pick somewhere and just run.

desert all your past lives.

if you don’t recognise yourself, that means you did it right.

never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

bend when you can, snap when you have to.

you don’t have to answer just cause they asked you.

the greatest of luxuries is your secrets.

when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss.

i prefer hiding in plain sight.

you should find another guiding light.

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writtenontheport · 1 year

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Lockwood falling in love with the type three ghost of a girl.

That's it.

That's the ask.

The Haunted Boy and His Ghostly Girlfriend

Prologue

(pt. 1) (pt. 2)

Anthony Lockwood x fem reader

Warnings/Tags: Reader is in this for like 2 paragraphs, Romcom 😭, Ik you gave me angst but everything I touch turns romcom I’m so sorry, George gets mad at Lockwood for a bit, Old people clients, mentions of death, Reader is literally a fucking ghost 😭, please tell me if there’s anything I forgot to tag

Notes: I absolutely adored this request omfg. When I saw it, I just KNEW I had to write it omg. This is— this needs to be multipart I’m so sorry. I can’t get it out of my head that he’ll have a little ghostly girlfriend PLEASE ITS SO CUTE IN MY HEAD. Also; very badly edited!! I was exhausted when I first posted this and am still currently combing through it for errors.

Summary: It starts, as all things do here: with a meetcute, the undead, and maybe a bit of tomfoolery. It goes, as it almost never does, with meeting the undead love of his life. What a big day for Anthony Lockwood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Lockwood is staring into the eyes of the most breathtaking girl he has ever seen, and she isn’t even alive anymore. The girl looks as she probably did when she was alive; a beautiful face with only the most kissable lips he has ever seen in his life, not that he ever could kiss her. He should be calling for Lucy and George— yelling for them to tell them he’s found their ghost, but instead…

“Hi,” He says, clearing his throat, “I’m Anthony. Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood and co. You’re a ghost.”

He winces when your frown deepens, and feels bad immediately for blurting that out. Before he can apologize, he sees you mouthing something and realizes quite late that he does in fact need Lucy and George here to be able to talk to you.

“I can’t really hear you, sorry. I have… my friend can though. Just a second—“

Before we can go forward, we have to go back a little to just before this began. So let’s start with a fact: even with Skull being able to talk with Lucy, Lockwood still had his reservations on type threes. Type ones and type twos were the predictable result of certain situations— murders, death by illness, accidents, and all the “good” things that made the visitors more likely to visit. Type threes? It took the literal manifestation of the actual thing for him to even accept they existed. Suffice to say, Lockwood didn’t think he could ever fully warm up to the idea of a ghost he couldn’t understand.

Then one day, a case comes to him with a rather peculiar situation. The living don’t often find themselves attached to the undead, especially ones with no relation to them. The Thistlebrows prove to be an exception. The case? Their family ghost is lonely now that their granddaughter’s been sent away.

Lucy and George have stepped out for supplies when the old Thistlebrow couple stops by, so he takes them to the sitting room and prepares them tea. From the first word that comes out of them, Lockwood thinks he’s having some sort of hallucinogenic episode.

That’s more of an exaggeration actually as it seemed reasonably normal at first; strong presence, solid apparition visible enough that even in their old age they could see wisps of it lurking. Nothing more than a stubborn spectre, he was sure. Then—

“It’s an old house,” Mrs. Thistlebrow croons, sipping her cup of tea. “We’ve only lived in it for a few years, and we doubt we’ll be able to keep her company for much longer.”

“I’m sorry?” Lockwood asks, genuinely confused. He was sure he must have misheard them, before Mr. Thistlebrow spoke.

“We don’t know where she is, really, nor have we ever fully seen her… but our granddaughter is taken with her. We thought at first she just had an imaginary friend, but then…” He pulls out a polaroid.

There was nothing in the photo worth noting— a pair of shoes on the windowsill of an open window. The flash of the camera didn’t illuminate past the frame, but that was expected for a photo taken so late. He keeps a patient smile on his face, but he nods slowly with his brow furrowed in worry.

“The window was locked when we left the room. It’s too tall for our granddaughter to reach, and nothing was moved before or after this picture was taken— at least not by the living. Our granddaughter had asked her to open it to prove to us she was real, and the ghost left her shoes on the windowsill to hammer it in.” He leaves the photo in front of Lockwood, pulling back into the seat.

Lockwood’s brow scrunches in confusion as the gears turn in his head. Many type twos form apparitions, but poltergeists do not. Incidentally, only poltergeists can interact with heavy objects and the window certainly wouldn’t have been light. It looked to be a thick pane of glass with a metal on wood frame, pushed open farther than a stray breeze could push it.

“How old is your granddaughter?” He asks, his own voice distant to him. The photo makes something in him itch to solve the case.

“Just turned 7,” Mrs. Thistlebrow says with a click of her tongue, bringing a hand up to her wrinkly cheek. “Her parents sent off abroad when they realised she had Talent; didn’t want her having anything to do with the Problem. Heart broken, she was. The ghost was her first best friend.”

The Thistlebrows look genuinely devastated at that, and Lockwood bites back an incredulous frown. Oh the story he has for Lucy and George when they come back, absolutely mental it all is.

“We know this might be a lot to ask, but we’ll pay you as much as you need to keep the ghost company. Our granddaughter was so devastated knowing the poor girl would be lonely without her, and we certainly couldn’t talk to her no matter how much we tried.” Mr. Thistlebrow picks an envelope from his suit pocket, and slides it across the table to Lockwood. It’s a thick thing with obviously quite a bit of cash, and a cheque is peeking out from where the lip has opened.

Now, he could absolutely refuse the case. The agency was stable and the cases they have lined up were far less troublesome than finding and keeping another possible type-three ghost; George would even call him stupid for not refusing it right away, but…

“We’ll do it. You both have nothing to worry about,” He says instead, reassuring as he can be as he pulls on the lapels of his jacket. Mr. and Mrs. Thistlebrow’s faces split into smiles, and Lockwood can’t find it in him to regret his decision.

“—And you took the case?” George says, all but yelling as he leans over the table to stare wide-eyed at Lockwood. Lucy’s frozen in her seat, her pen still on the thinking cloth.

“I authenticated the money, and they offered to meet us at the house as soon as we can if there were any more issues with compensation.” He takes a spoonful of supper, and hums in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself today, George.”

“That’s not the problem, Lockwood,” George hisses, always so dour. He doesn’t settle down into his seat, even going so far as to cross his arms in disapproval. Still, he mumbles out a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Did they say anything else?” Lucy finally speaks up, her eyes still on the thinking cloth. It’s good she’s at least started doodling again, so Lockwood manages to look back up at both of them (which is very hard when George is glaring at him so severely).

“Their granddaughter’s name is Pepper, thought it might help us if we pretended to be her friends at least. It…” He pauses, tapping his spoon against his supper as he thinks of the right way to say it, “As far as they know, it isn’t aggressive and seems cooperative. They even— actually, wait.”

He pulls out the polaroid from his inner pocket, looking it over (even though he knows nothing would have changed) before sliding it to the center of the table. Lucy and George both lean in to have a look, coming back to stare at him in confusion.

“It was able to unlock and push the window open, then left the girl’s shoes on the windowsill to further prove it existed. Not only that, but both the Thistlebrows have said it is a rather heavy window too high up for their granddaughter to reach.” He takes another bite of his dinner, watching their expressions morph.

“But they said it had an apparition?” George asks first, seeming on the edge of worried and heavily intrigued. “Spectres can’t interact with heavy objects, but poltergeists can’t have apparitions. This ghost can’t exist unless it really was…”

Lucy is deep in deliberation as her eyes flit to somewhere out of the kitchen; the skull, Lockwood realizes quickly. “If this is a type three… and it was cooperative…”

A pregnant pause fills the room, only the ticking of a faraway clock echoing about the walls. George settles into his seat with a sigh, finally picking up his utensils. Lucy, rests her hands in her lap. They all look up and at each other, waiting for a beat, before falling into a quiet supper. They were definitely going to have to see this through now.

So here Lockwood finds himself in front of the house that starts and ends it all; that houses what might just be the strangest thing to happen in his haunted life. He meets you in a flurry of strange things— through a polaroid of an open window, a ghost goose case, and then meeting the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen— before he finds himself asking:

“Would you like to come home with us?”

You nod quickly in surprise, your eyes shining in mirth and other-light. He doesn’t even need Lucy to translate that as anything but a firm ‘yes’.

A/N: Everything I touch… turns to romcoms… I am like King Midas of romcoms PLEASE.

Also! Starting a silly taglist, just somehow reach out if you’d like to be added!!

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makshu · 8 days

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Kamaitachi songs that I think fit JSHK characters

Hello there! I thought about making this post because many of this artist's songs remind me of JSHK

–> Well, but who is Kamaitachi you ask me? Kamaitachi is a Brazilian singer and composer who writes songs on a variety of themes, the most common being romantic and horror themes. His musical style is varied, with indie, rock, blues, pop, jazz and others in his composition.

–> In addition, Kamaitachi created his own universe in his songs, having connected songs telling a story such as 'Bob', 'O Sono de Emily' and 'Sr. Sono'. The name Kamaitachi is inspired by Japanese folklore, where "Kama" means cuts and "Itachi" means weasel, representing the sweet and sour crowd.

Well, now that you know him, let's get to the songs and characters! :)

Hanako-kun with 'O Fantasma'

'O Fantasma' translates to 'The Ghost', this song reminds me of Hanako not only because of the name, but also because of the ghostly and melancholic melody. The song demonstrates an internal struggle and a search for redemption. In the song, the lyrical self wants to remove a part of himself, which would be the "ghost", a part that haunts him. The part that reminds me most of Hanako is this one:

I was never an angel

I didn't even have wings to fly away

From what afflicts me

But I was once a demon

And I had to die

To learn how to live as a human being

The theme in general fits very well with Hanako, besides at the end of the song the lyrical self apologizes to someone dear to him for everything that happened. Promising to change and to no longer let the "rays of the past" haunt his life and everyone else's. Remembering Hanako with Yashiro or even with Tsukasa.

Tsukasa Yugi with 'O Sono de Emily'

'O Sono de Emily' translates to 'The Sleep of Emily'. The song features themes of friendship, fear and a plan beyond the tangible, featuring the lyrical self as a little boy named Bob who tries to reach out and befriend a girl named Emily. It's also shown that they are "shadows" and that Bob wants to keep Emily with him. This song reminds me a lot of Tsukasa's relationship with the entity, both in the old and new timelines. Unfortunately, I can't really develop the similarities since we don't know much about how exactly the entity works. However, we do know that Tsukasa makes friends with the entity. The song has a more intense and somewhat sinister melody, as if it were on another plane, and Bob's lines are kinda unsettling.

The song fits very well with Tsukasa's aura, as it presents a very powerful childlike entity that conveys fear of the unknown, just like Tsukasa in all its versions.

Nene Yashiro with 'Alice' (tw: drugs)

'Alice' alludes to the character Alice from "Alice in Wonderland" bringing a dark meaning that has been used several times, that Alice was under the influence of illicit substances and hallucinating everything she saw. Supernatural things are not things that people normally see, you shouldn't see things that don't exist, but Yashiro does. It wouldn't be so absurd, if we put it into reality, to imagine that Yashiro would be under the effect of something. The song brings up the theme of drug addiction and its terrible consequences, and yet, Nene, who truly sees supernaturals, has also had consequences (mostly psychological). And let's be honest, to an outsider, Yashiro really does seem to be hallucinating.

Tsukasa Yugi with 'O Treco'

'O Treco' translates to 'The Thing'. the song presents a dark and enigmatic narrative, where the lyrical self describes the unexpected and disturbing visit of a mysterious man.

I had to put him back on the list since this song really suits him as a mysterious antagonist (and there are many edits of him with this song).

Tsukasa is an enigmatic and unpredictable figure, always appearing out of nowhere and giving many jumpscares to the characters. However, most of the time he actually has an "invitation" when he appears, which is a deep wish made by a supernatural. I think the song suits him very well, especially in this new reality, where he's a bizarre and disturbing child entity, presenting the unknown and danger in the face of those who face him.

Hanako-kun and Aoi Akane with 'Às Cegas no Monte'

'Às Cegas no Monte' translates to 'Blind On the Hill' and the song brings a reflection on the journey of life and the relentless search for happiness. This song reminds me of them in the "To The Far Shore" arc due to the literal meaning of the song since we follow a "train" throughout the song. Throughout the lyrics, it's possible to observe many similarities, such as a train that runs without stopping, something that reminds us of dawn and the desire to still want to be happy even if "it's not the time to be happy."

In its meaning, the song presents the search for happiness, which is something that both Hanako and Aoi seek, even if it's almost impossible to achieve, and it's also about the journey of life, or in this case, the journey that has ended. The song has a calm melody, but it manages to bring a weight to certain phrases and this vibe reminds me of the two of them at the beginning of this arc, a heavy atmosphere but they still try to avoid it by talking about what their lives were like.

Hanako-kun and Nene Yashiro with 'Carnaval'

'Carnaval' which translates to 'Carnival' is about longing and desire, intertwined with the hope of reunion. The song features a lyrical self who misses the other person and who always asks if his partner is okay, indicating that perhaps they haven't seen each other for a while. And in the chorus, the song uses a metaphor, saying that the kiss of this person reminds him of Carnival (a typical Brazilian party) because of all the excitement and effervescence that this party brings.

This all brings out the essence of Hananene, this concern for each other, the occasional separations and the desire. And also all the little moments apart where count the minutes until they meet again. The song features an upbeat instrumental that creates a good vibe and brings a feeling of happiness, especially when you think about your loved one. Really a very good match with these two.

Hanako-kun and Nene Yashiro with "O Sol e a Lua"

'O Sol e a Lua' translates to 'The Sun and the Moon' the song addresses, in a poetic and figurative way, the relationship between the celestial bodies Sun and Moon, presenting the feeling of revealing oneself and mutual protection. Demonstrating love and how both are important to maintain life. In addition to the music having references to other spatial aspects.

I know that the sun and moon are concepts mainly attributed to the twins in JSHK, but considering romantic dynamics, Hanako and Yashiro fit perfectly into "sun and moon". Hanako is the moon being the most mysterious and serious side of the relationship and Yashiro is the sun being the most cheerful and lively part of the relationship.

I put them back on the list because this song is very hananene coded and I don't know how to explain it other than just saying "it suits them".

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Well that's it for now, I hope you enjoyed this list and if you give the songs a chance I'll be happy too! Kamaitachi is a very plural and unique artist, and I really appreciate his work.

Thanks for reading ^^

#oh and don't forget to check out his other songs too #they're very good #oh and if you find any other songs that match the characters let me know ^^#jshk #tbhk #hanako kun #yashiro nene #tsukasa yugi #aoi akane #hananene #kamaitachi #brazilian music #long post

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last-starry-sky · 11 months

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Girl's Night Out - ch. 2 pt. 2

friday|saturday|sunday

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pairing: Ghost x shy!goth!f!reader

rating: E

summary: Oh boy, it's the morning after. Reader has no clue what to do but Simon seems content to make himself right at home. 🙂

word count: 7.7k

warning: mdni, not beta-read but edited by me until I wanted to claw my eyes out, a truck-load of self doubt and issues from reader, size difference 💀, oral (m receiving), facial, cum eating , fingering, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, the beginning of reader's mask and authority kink. a/n at the end!!!!

Repeating my warning hear for all of the chapters, I have committed the ultimate, unforgivable sin in this: Ghost is maskless. So if that ruins it for you, sit this one out.

saturday

The wind was howling against your window when you woke, shaking the panes in their casings with every fresh clatter of rain. The barest hint of sunlight crept low and blue from under the curtain above your bed. It was enough to see what was in front of you, which was Simon’s chest. It rose and fell with his deep, even breaths. He was rolled back haphazard, half on his back, head falling over the side of the pillow which was squished mostly under his shoulder. It looked terribly uncomfortable. His right arm was on top of the duvet, the left splayed on the bed above and behind you. A remnant of when he held you last night.

He was asleep still and you didn’t want to wake him. You just wanted to stay where you were: curled into his chest, tucked away from the cold autumn rain of the outside world, soaking in his warmth, but you really had to pee. You were lucky that you had split apart somehow in the night. You scooched down the bed on your side, just a bit at a time, taking care not to move the sheets too much or make the mattress creak. You only lifted yourself upright once your bare feet hit the cold floor.

You hissed involuntarily before you could stop yourself. Fuck, it was just as cold as last night, and now you were naked. Sitting on the end of the bed, you grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw: a black blob rolled into the blanket that revealed itself to be a t shirt. Without a second thought, you threw it over your head and stood up.

You tiptoed slowly out of your bedroom, not making a sound. You couldn’t hear any of your neighbors yet. Good. You breathed a sigh of relief as you quietly stepped into the bathroom, closing the door gingerly behind you. Your relief flipped upside down when you turned on the light. Looking in the mirror over your sink, you were horrified to see your black lipstick from last night smeared over the bottom of your face. Your hand flew up to your mouth to muffle the small gasp you made. The rest of your makeup had fared no better. Your eyes were ringed by black halos from your eyeliner and mascara, which had also shed a million little black hairs down your cheeks.

You decided that now was not the time to freak out about this. You grabbed a fresh washcloth out of your linen closet and drenched it in makeup remover. You sighed as you scrubbed the cloth over your skin. The itchy, grungy, feeling of old makeup clogging your pores slowly dissolved as you rubbed your face. When you looked back in the mirror you only had a little bit of liner stuck in the deepest of the fine lines around your eyes. You could live with that.

You pitched the cloth onto the top of your dirty clothes bin, which was overflowing. Another haunting reminder of the chores you were supposed to be doing, should have done last night instead of going out. You grabbed your toothbrush, wet it for just a second under the tap, and started to brush your teeth. Zoning out, you couldn’t have convinced yourself in that moment to have preferred sitting in the cold basement of your apartment, waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle, instead of getting the best dick of your life.

Your eyes shot back to the mirror, minty foam leaking down your chin. Fuck, that reminded you, it was Saturday. You had to take your birth control for the day. You spit in the sink and wiped the side off your face with the back of your hand. Thank GOD you remembered on time.

You turned off the light and crept out of the bathroom. You heard Simon softly snoring in bed. Still good. You made your way across your living room to the weak morning light that fell in from your open windows. You HAD to remember to close those today, it was getting too damn cold. The pitter-patter of the rain had stopped already, leaving cool, silver puddles dotting the street. You kept your pills in your purse, which you remembered hanging up before you left last night. You unzipped the middle pocket, extracted the round container, opened it, and punched out the little white pill. You swallowed it easily.

You put your pills back in and zipped up your purse. You could feel the pill slowly, annoyingly dragging down your throat. Nothing a glass of water couldn’t fix. You walked into the kitchen, a little more bold now that nothing you had done so far had woken up Simon. You turned on the tap to fill your glass. Your pipes made a bit more noise than you were used to, groaning and rattling in the walls, or maybe you were just paranoid.

While you were sipping your water, your stomach gurgled. Oh yeah, you hadn’t eaten since your lunch at work yesterday. You sighed and set your water behind you on the counter. Just something quick, you told yourself as you took your frying pan off the hook above the stove. You cut a pat of butter and threw it in the pan before turning it on. The soft click click click of the gas lighting was a soothing reminder of your usual routine. You let the butter melt while you took out the carton of eggs and loaf of bread. You put the bread in the toaster and clicked it down.

You cracked the egg into the butter. The crackle that erupted was far louder than you expected. You almost pulled the pan off the heat. Instead, you froze. You stood stock still while you listened for any sign you had woken Simon. In the near silence of the apartment, you heard a small creak, like the springs of your mattress shifting, the soft shuffle of sheets, and then a groan.

Fuck. You had woken him up. You sighed at your egg, the fucking bastard. You swirled the pan around. It’s edges were nice and set, almost crispy. You flipped it with a flick of your wrist and set in back down to cook on that side. You might as well start the coffee if he was up. You heard his feet hit the floor hard with a soft fuck before the mattress squeaked as he stood up. You filled the back of your coffee maker with water, no longer needing to cringe at how loud the water came out of the faucet. You heard Simon wander out of your bedroom as you were measuring the coffee. Your heart thumped in your chest.

He didn’t come to the kitchen, though. Instead, he walked right into the bathroom, not shutting the door behind him. Somehow, that made you more nervous than if he had found you in the kitchen. You clicked the button to start your poor little coffee maker. It hissed and grumbled as it started to boil the water. You turned back to your egg. It was almost done. Now you had time to think of what you were going to do or say once he came out. God, what were you going to say? Thanks for the sex? If you want to leave, don’t feel guilty about it?

“Smells good,” he said behind you, voice groggy, making you jump.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you flew around to face him. How was he so fucking quiet? He was leaning on the threshold to the kitchen, shirtless, with your bottle of mouthwash in his hand. You were staring back at him, wide eyed and stunned speechless. He also had black lipstick, your black lipstick, smeared across the bottom of his face.

He pointed the bottle at you, his eyes tired rather than intense this morning. “There’s where m’ shirt went to.”

You looked down at yourself with a groan, your hands covering your face. How hadn’t you noticed? It fell down to your thighs for god’s sake! You heard him throw back a swig of the mouthwash with a satisfied hum. You could have died right there.

The toast popped. You whipped back around, threw the toast on your plate, slid the egg onto it, picked it up and shoved it in his hand.

“Here!” you squeaked, “Eat!” You could feel the blush burning your cheeks.

He took the plate from you silently, mouth still full. You pushed past him to dash back to your bedroom. You heard him spit into the kitchen sink as you blew though the clothes on your floor, desperately searching for anything else to put on so he could have his shirt back. You shucked off his shirt once you found one of your own shirts and a pair of black sweatpants that were only a little stained.

Simon was standing against the kitchen doorway, eating now off of the plate, when you came out of your room. You tossed his shirt at him, which he caught with his free hand.

“Sorry about that,” you said quickly. He just nodded and stared at you as he chewed his toast. You motioned to the table and chairs right in front of him. “Sit down. If you want. There’s coffee too.” You couldn’t take his stare seriously while he was covered in your lipstick stains. “I’ll be right back,” you said nervously, heading back into the bathroom.

You grabbed the cloth you had used to clean your face and doused it in a fresh round of makeup remover. When you came out of the bathroom Simon had sat down and put his shirt on. You noticed he was a little too large for your chairs. You handed him the cloth which he only stared at. You motioned at the bottom of your face.

“You have . . . my lipstick . . . all over,” you said with a wince. He seemed to understand your stilted explanation, because he took it from you and rubbed it over his mouth and chin. “Coffee?” you asked, backing away from him toward the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he answered, looking at the black streaks left on the washcloth, still groggy and gravelly.

You threw yourself into the kitchen. You poured two cups of black coffee, put in another piece of bread to toast and cracked another egg into the pan.

“Get it all?” he asked as you came out with the coffee. He turned his head for you to inspect.

“Yeah,” you answered, taking the cloth from him, “All good.” You tossed it in the direction of the bathroom.

You were about to walk past him again to finish your own breakfast when he stopped you.

“Sorry about last night,” he said awkwardly.

You felt your heart drop. What did he mean? Your brows knit together in confusion. Was he about to drop something huge on you? But he wasn’t saying anything more! You just stood there, awash in a mix of emotions. You heard the toaster pop up. Your egg was very definitely overcooked by now.

“What . . . do you mean?” you asked nervously, “I-” you stopped yourself. Don’t say anything to sound clingy. “Last night . . .” you trailed off.

He took mercy on you and answered your stumbling question. “Shoulda taken more time with you. Kinda rushed things,” he said crossing his arms over his chest, silence falling between you, “Egg’s gonna burn,” he said throwing a glance over his shoulder.

You rushed into the kitchen. It wasn’t burned, not yet. You let out a disappointed sigh as you slid the solid chunk of egg on to the toast. You hated an overdone egg.

“‘s good,” he said as you came out of the kitchen, biting into the perfect runny yolk. It made your mouth water. You took a seat at your little table opposite him.

“Thanks,” you said, sipping your coffee, glad at least one of you had an appetizing breakfast, “Just an egg.”

You could have just sat in silence with him and ate your breakfast, but your curiosity was piqued and he had made you a little brave. Besides, he had brought it up first.

“What do you mean?” you asked, swallowing a bite of your egg and dry toast. You had forgotten the butter too, shit. “That you . . . rushed?”

He stared at you, halfway through a very messy, eggy bite.

“Didn’ expect you to be so . . . small,” he says swallowing his bite. You almost choked on your coffee. “Should have slowed down. Made it better for you.”

“No. No no no,” you said clutching your cup, “Everything was great. Last night was . . .” Simon was still staring you down, hunched over your table: a plain, serious expression graven on his face. He clearly didn’t believe a word of your breathless babbling. You sat back and looked down into your cup in your lap. “That was the best night I’ve ever had,” you mumbled, watching the coffee swirl in circles. You wondered how honest you sounded to him.

“Weren’t lying then?” he asked straightening up a little. He slid his coffee toward himself, the ceramic loud against the table. His yolk was oozing out over his plate. You stared wide eyed at him, not sure what he was asking you about. He lifted up the cup to take a sip. “Last night. Said you’d never cum like that before.” Your cheeks were burning. “That true?” he asked setting his cup down. How can he act so fucking nonchalant? How can he stare at you like that? Was this everyday conversation for him?

“Yeah,” you said quietly with a nod. You picked at the edges of your toast, no longer hungry. You let out the breath you were holding. Why hold anything back now? You thought back through your handful of past sexual experiences. “Lucky if I ever cum at all, to be honest,” you added.

“You fuck anyone before?” he asked. Good god, he thought you were a virgin. You wanted to evaporate.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, so you ran your fingers around the rim of your coffee cup. “Yes! I would have told-”

“How many?” he interrupted, leaning his crossed arms on the table, creaking as he did so.

You thought for half a minute. “Five?”

That didn’t satisfy him. His mouth pressed into a scowl. “Don’t seem very sure on that.”

You angrily set your coffee cup on the table with thunk. Fine. If he wanted honesty, he would damn well get it.

“The first time I had sex I was 19. It was in the back of a guy’s car I had went to school with. The second time was with my boyfriend, two years later. There was another boyfriend after him. It wasn’t until I moved. . .” You suddenly froze, biting your bottom lip. You didn’t want to get into that part of your life.

“Don’t need a history,” Simon said breaking the few seconds of silence that had fallen. “Didn’t want you to feel like you had to lie. I don’t care who or how much you fucked before me.” He picked up his toast and took another bite. It left a string of yellow yolk running down the corner of his mouth. “‘s long as you liked it, tha’s wha’ matters.”

You took another sip of coffee, a comfortable silence falling around you as the rain clouds cleared outside and the early morning sun started to really shine through your windows. A worm of a thought, started by that line of egg running down his chin, started to work around your brain. You had enjoyed last night. A lot, but what about him? You leaned your head on your hand and looked at his as he ate. Simon was sopping up his egg on his plate. He had wiped the egg off his face, but there was a hint of yellow still trapped in his stubble.

“Did you . . .” You started to ask. His head popped up to look at you. “. . . like that? Like, really like that?”

“Wha?” He asked around the last bite of his toast in his mouth.

“Last night . . .” you paused blushing, “When you came on me?”

He coughed as he swallowed. A smile bloomed across your face, hidden in your cup.

“Yeah,” he said pulling his dark eyes off his plate to stare back at you.

You set down your cup, gently this time, on the table. “What about . . .” You asked, not looking him in the eye. He leaned in toward you, over the table again, on his elbows. He was interested. “. . . if you came on my face. Would it be the same?”

He sat back in his chair with a groan. He ran a hand back though his hair. You chewed at your bottom lip, unsuccessfully willing your smile to dissipate.

“You serious?” he asked.

You nodded. “I wanna know.”

He pushed his chair to face out from the table with a squawk. “Then why don’t y’ come over here and find out,” he said darkly, bidding you over with a wave of his hand.

You were out of your chair in a flash. It felt weird to be standing over him, in between his long legs as they splayed out from the chair and his heels dig into the floor. He held out his hand, the one on his tattooed arm, to steady you as you kneeled down in front of him. Your breath was already shaking. He groaned again when you ran your hands up his thighs. Every twitching movement of his thickening cock was right in front of your face, visible through his briefs. You couldn’t help yourself, you pressed down to nuzzle it. His hand came back down to to palm the back of your head.

“Sure about this?” he said with a groan, leaning farther back, bucking his clothed cock against your face. “Couldn’t take it all before.”

You had no plans to take it all, but he didn’t have to know that. You pulled away to pump your hand up the length of him. You weren’t trying to show off or do any tricks. You just wanted to make him feel even half as good as he had made you last night. It amazed you that he was already fully hard. The man was efficient if nothing else. You squeezed your hand as you came to the tip. You heard his head hit the wall as he stifled another groan.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a nod. “I’m sure.”

Your hands curled up around the band of his briefs. He let you pull down his underwear. His cock was flush, tip leaking, against his shirt. You leaned in again to mouth at the tip, tongue flipping up from the bottom of the head to collect the pearl of salty release. You gripped the base of his cock before he could buck up, whining as he grabbed at your hair. He quickly rearranged his hands to rake back your hair from your face. Another bubble of cum pushed deliciously from his slit. He groaned, watching as your tongue lapped it up.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said huskily as your hand started to pump up and down his cock as you sucked at the tip. “That fuckin’ mouth . . .” he trailed off, thumbing at where you were suctioned to him. You took a little more of him in as you sucked down, tongue lapping at the underside of the head, your hand working slowly in tandem. He let out a gasp of a breath. “Hands ‘r fuckin’ soft too.”

You hummed around him. His praise made you grip him that much harder, work his cock a little faster. You had to keep him talking, had to hear what he wouldn’t say normally.

“Y’ like that?” he asked, “Like doggin’ this big cock an’ y’ can’t even take half of it?”

You hummed again. You continued to pump him while sliding all the way to the tip before sucking it hard. The shout and salty taste you got in return was delightful.

“Nah, love,” he said palming at your face with those big hands again. You could tell he was looking at you, had been the whole time. He was enjoying the show just as much as your mouth on his cock. “Not gonna cum like that, remember?” You switched hands, cum and spit squishing between your clean fingers, as you started to suck again. “Don’t get anything besides my own hand most nights. Gotta enjoy this.”

His comments only added fuel to your fire. It was easy to forget he wasn’t just some guy. He was a soldier. How long he was away from home, away from family, it made your heart ache. The way he seemed to bend to your small, simple acts of intimacy, like when you rubbed his chest or made him breakfast, made you question when was the last time he’d had those things. You couldn’t save him from everything, the loneliness, the danger of his job, but you could get him off, so you did what you could.

You knew you weren’t a rockstar at giving head, but you were trying your best. Simon seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate. His head was thrown back again, using his hands on your face to gently rock your mouth back and forth on his cock, with your hand working the rest.

“Tha’s it. That’s it, love,” he gasped.

It was only a few pumps more before he ripped you off his cock. You tottered back on your knees, eyes half-closed and mouth still gaped open, not really ready to help with what was coming next. Simon wrapped his left hand around your neck, keeping you in place, as he jerked himself to completion.

The first stripe of cum lashed artfully across both of your closed eyes, as if he had planned it. From then on, you were blind. You heard him gasp as the rush of euphoria of his orgasm hit him. Them you heard him laugh. It was a small laugh, just a ha under his breath, but it made you flush. Another stripe fell over your cheek to your nose. He pulled you in closer as the third spurted across the corner of your mouth. You licked at it as he let go of you, his rapid breathing filling the room.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the blob of his cum where it ran down your cheek.

You were about to ask if he could help you clean off, when you were hauled up into his lap by his strong hands. You also didn’t expect for your faces to crash together. You tried to pull away, thinking he had made a mistake in his post-nut haze, but his hand pulled you right back. His tongue lapped over your mouth. You gasped in surprise, and then opened your mouth for him. You tasted his cum when your tongues finally met. He pulled away too soon and you groaned at the loss. He wasn’t paying attention though. His tongue laved over your cheek and to your nose. A soft oh escaped your lips. He was collecting his cum from your face. Then he was back at your mouth, tongues pumping mindlessly together, both moaning as his salty cum mixed with your saliva and his.

This man was something fucking else: totally wild underneath that stoic facade. He was pulling you out of your comfort zone and you were loving it.

You still couldn’t see when he pulled your faces apart. Your fingers were twined with his as they held either side of your face. He was breathing hotly into the space between you.

“Les’ get y’ t’ the shower, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him set you down to stand as he stood up from the chair with a groan. Your wooden dining chairs were not comfortable. Then he picked you up, as he had last night. You squealed again, not expecting it. He even pinched your butt again.

“D’n worry, love. Let me take care a y’,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

The few steps to your bathroom passed quickly. He kept you held in his arms as he leaned into the shower to turn on the tap. The sound of water raining down and steam filling the small space was soothing. He set you down in front of him and stripped you of your clothes, first your shirt, then your pants. He guided you to turn around, as if you didn’t know your own apartment, and into the stall.

You let the water pelt over your head for a few seconds, groaning with pleasure at how good it felt. You were long overdue for a shower and you could feel it. You had gone all day at work Friday, trapped in your stuffy office clothes, then the sweat and excitement from going out, plus the sex, it made you feel beyond grungy. You reached up and pumped a handful of body wash into your hand by memory. You lathered it over your cum coated eyes and face. You sighed as it rinsed off and you were able to open them again.

You heard clothes hit the floor, adding to the piles of dirty laundry you had planned to take care of today. You turned to watch Simon shuffle off his briefs and socks through the wavy glass. He gave you a dark look.

“Mind if I join? Save water ‘nd all.”

You nodded, turning to grab your shampoo. So practical. So military, you thought. You lathered your scalp as he stepped in behind you and you pretended that this was completely normal one night stand procedure, or that you even knew that procedure. You allowed him to crowd you under the spray of the water with his massive, muscled frame as he reached over you to grab some of the shampoo you had just used. You tipped your head back to let the bubbles rinse from your hair.

He was staring down at you as he cleaned his own short hair. You broke eye contact immediately to grab your conditioner. How could he be so on, so intense, all the time? You scrunched the conditioner through the ends of your hair.

His soapy hand trailed up your side, caressing your stomach, ribs, and breast. You shivered. His other hand joined, cupping your breasts and pulling you flush to his chest. He lightly squeezed your breasts in his hands, rolling your nipples in his thumb and forefinger. You gasped into the steamy air, hands still caught up in your hair. He released your breasts, smoothing down your chest right to your cunt.

“Ah, Si!” you whined, untangling your hands from your hair to grasp at his forearms as his fingers parted your folds. He leaned down to kiss at your neck, his fingers gently stroking at your slick clit and labia. Fuck. You hadn’t noticed how wet you had gotten.

“You always get wet suckin’ dick?” he asked circling your hole before stroking slowly up to your clit. “Or is this just f’ me?” You wriggled against him, but his hand kept you in place.

“You don’t-” you gasped out, trying to tell him he didn’t have to get you off.

“Said I would clean y’ up, didn’ I?” he rumbled into your ear.

You sighed, leaning your head back into his chest, acquiescing to his plans. You’ve known him for less than two days, but you still stupidly trusted him. He reached into the corner and squirted a pump of soap into his hand with one fluid motion, his other hand not leaving you. He smoothed the fragrant purple gel over your chest, lathering it across your shoulders as it dripped in soapy rivulets between your breasts. He used both hands to swab the soap down your arms. His hands came back up to knead at your shoulders. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

“Smells good,” he said, tickling your neck when he talked.

“Thanks,” you sighed, relaxing into the roll of his thumbs on your shoulder blades. You picked your head up to squint at the bottle through the steam. “Orchid and black currant.”

You fell away as he soaped up your back, kneading in small circles down your spine. You crossed your arms against the shower wall, letting your head rest against them with a groan as he massaged you. He stepped forward, pinning you farther against the wall, soaping your stomach, then your chest, then your breasts. He sighed as he squished your soapy breasts in his hands again. You leaned your head to the side, water slicking your hair to your face, letting a whine fall free.

Before you could say anything, he pulled your boneless form away from the wall flush with his chest. His one hand released from your breast, sliding straight down to your sex again. You bucked and whined as he began to rub circles around your clit, this time in earnest. You were losing yourself in his hands until you felt his cock knocking against your lower back.

“Si,” you moaned as he squeezed your nipple.

You pushed your butt back against him to make sure you were really feeling what you felt. He groaned as his cock slid against your soapy ass. Yep, it was.

“How are you hard again?” you asked looking back at him bewildered.

His eyes were dark and glassy. He shrugged at you. Shrugged!

“Don’t get this very often,” he grunted, rocking forward into your butt again. “Gotta take advantage when I can, y’ know?”

You let out a small laugh, turning your head away. He leaned down to kiss at your neck and work your clit again.

“Don’t mind it. Wanna do this for you,” he said into your ear.

“Then kiss me,” you demanded, looking up at him through the falling water.

He didn’t wait long to satisfy you, locking lips with you as you spun around so fast you almost slipped. His arms were there to catch you, though. He picked you up again, squishing your wet, soapy flesh to his. You squealed as you threw your arms around his neck and tried to hold on. You felt too slippery, even in his arms, you knew you were going to fall.

“Si!” you yelled, pulling away from the kiss, “Can’t do this in here!”

He smiled at you, shuffling you to one hand so he could lean forward to turn off the water with the other.

“Didn’t plan on it.” he said walking you out of the bathroom.

After he had brought you back to bed and pulled two orgasms out of you, you and Simon spent the rest of the day doing what you had actually planned: laundry and cleaning.

It felt comfortably domestic to have someone to help with these menial tasks. Almost disturbingly so. It frightened you how easily you both fell into it. Simon stepping right into his self-assigned role of Strong Man. Many of his tasks revolved around carrying things he deemed too heavy for you. He also took a lot of initiative for being a practical stranger to you and your space. While you sorted another bin of laundry, he washed the dishes. You didn’t even have to ask him, not that you would have. When you peeked your head in to the kitchen see why the water was running he gave you a little nod and continued on with his self-assigned task.

“My dirty dishes too, love,” he’d said with a shrug.

You were beginning to love how he called you that: love. You tried to stop it, but it wormed into your heart. You knew it was just an English thing. You’d gotten used to it long ago. You thought back to the first couple summers you’d spent with your dad here: just two young kids - you and your older brother - with pretty much free-run of the the city to work out the culture shock while your dad was busy everyday, either running his own firm or in the process of finishing his own recent move back to his home country.

You tapped your fingers against the hardwood as you sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom. He had never asked for more from your mother while you and your brother were children: more time, more that his assigned holidays. Then, you were both adults, moving around the country, busy with college, relationships, and jobs and never able to take him up on his invitations, despite his offers to pay for plane tickets. Never able to, that was, until it was too late.

Simon stuck his head in your room while you were piling another heap of black clothes into a laundry bin, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Timer’s up,” he said leaning down to pick up the heavy bin. “Come on,” he said motioning for you to follow.

After you came back to your apartment, in the middle of setting up your drying rack, he stepped into the bathroom and started looking about. If you knew him better, you would say he was nervous.

“Mind if I clean?” he asked, arms crossed, looking into the dusty corners you’d let go for far too long.

“The bathroom? You sure?” you asked laying your black sweaters and socks over the rods. You never liked cleaning bathrooms which was a large reason why it was in it’s current state.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” he said leaning down to search for your cleaning supplies under the vanity, “Like a good mess to get into.”

“Helps you think?” you asked.

“Helps me stop thinking,” he said turning into the bathroom, leaving you with more questions but too uncomfortable to push for answers.

Whatever, you thought. If it helped him and you got a clean toilet and shower out of it, who cares. You heard him start shuffling things around the little room, taking your shower products out of the stall, you guessed from the hollow plastic sounds, and left him to it.

After all of your clothes were hung, you wandered into the kitchen to look over what you had in your refrigerator. You heard Simon walk across the living room behind you and dig into his jacket. He was unzipping various pockets looking for something. You concentrated on using up what you could with this dinner before you put more thought into buying new groceries for the coming week. You were chewing on your thumb, standing in the open door of the refrigerator, when Simon came around the corner.

“You got bleach?” he said in a slightly muffled voice.

“Down with the laundry,” you told him, not looking up.

You pulled out a few ingredients from the drawers before turning around to face him. You almost jumped when you did. He had a black gaiter mask pulled up over his nose and a pair of black gloves on his hands. To block the chemicals, you told yourself. It was such a small change, but it made him look so much more intimidating. Usually, you had his whole face to soften his hard stare, the faded scars, his resting scowl, with most of it covered, though, it was just you and those eyes.

He started at the food in your hands: an onion, a bulb of garlic, two tubs of cheese, a pack of sausage and ground turkey.

“What’s all that for?”

“Dinner?” you squeaked, flushing and feeling very scrutinized under his stare. Fuck. Why did you like it so much?

“Oh,” he said with a nod, looking at your wall clock, “It’s getting late,”

You felt your heart drop. He was going to leave. Or make an excuse to leave. Stop, you told yourself. He’s just a guy. He can leave if he wants, but you don’t want him too, though. He doesn’t-

“You hear me?” he asked forcefully.

You fucking clenched at that. What the fuck was wrong with you, for real.

“No,” you admitted weakly, “Zoned out.”

He sighed and pointed at your hands. Why were those black gloves making his hands that much more attractive? Oh you were so fucked.

“What’re you makin’?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “Lasagna!”

He leaned silently against the doorway, thinking of something. Your heart was pounding, waiting for him to speak.

“That sounds fuckin’ good,”

You smiled, hugging the ingredients awkwardly to your chest.

“It is! I mean . . .” you said letting your arms fall a little slack. “You’ll have to judge for yourself.”

“I will,” he said, dark eyes sliding over you as he turned back around.

You stood where he had left you for a few moments, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened and why you were acting like this. You let out a long breath, turned around, and decided to just not confront that train of thought. You hummed happily as you shoved the image of Simon in his black mask and gloves to the farthest back corner of your mind, and set about making dinner.

Simon kept a bit of distance at first, only popping back in to tell you it was time to bring up the last load of laundry, which he ran down for. You were able to cook the noodles and chop the vegetables in peace, but by the time you were browning the meat, he was like a six-foot tall dog. Instead of begging, however, he was stuck to your side, melting you with those big sleepy eyes while picking bits out to “sample”.

“If you keep eating it, there won’t be anything left for the top!” you said swatting his fingers from the mozzarella.

“’m helping,” he said, mouth full of cheese and a smirk on his face. He had pulled his gaiter down to his neck and shoved his gloves in his back pocket. “Meat needs more salt.”

“The cheese adds a lot of salt. Don’t tell me how to cook,” you said wagging your spatula at him. “How about you take the dry clothes off the rack and I’ll let you help me finish putting it together?”

“Fair ‘nuff,” he said turning on his heel and heading to the living room, eager either for an order or to get out of range of your hands while you had access to wooden utensils.

You had finished the laundry about an hour ago, all that was left was to fold and put everything away. A job for tomorrow. Simon had finished the bathroom too. It still reeked of bleach, which stung your eyes too much to even walk in, but it was cleaner than you’d ever seen. Even the grout was white again.

You spread the meat sauce on the bottom of the pan and smoothed it out with your spatula. Laying the noodles down reminded you of your mom. She had always given you the job of laying on the noodles. You could still remember sitting on the countertop as a little girl, helping her make Sunday dinner. As you grew up she had let you do more. When you cooked the noodles today, it was exactly as she had told you all those years ago: slowly and constantly stirring them in your largest pot, with plenty of room to cook, so they didn’t stick together or break.

The cheese mixture came next, carefully spooned on and spread out. You were reaching for the meat sauce when Simon came up behind you, wrapping his hands around your hips.

“Smells delicious, love,” he said sending a shiver down your spine, “Can’t wait to eat.”

“Thanks,” you said blushing, ladling the sauce over the cheese, “I like to cook.”

“Damn good at it, too,” he said nuzzling your neck.

“Don’t say that ‘till you’ve tasted it. You’ll jinx me,” you said with a laugh. You pulled the pan of noodles closer. “Do you want to help?” you asked picking one up.

“Sure,” he said letting go of your body, “If you don’t mind me messing it up.”

“It’s lasagna,” you said with a shrug, “Even if it’s messy, it’ll still taste good. Besides, I made this when I was a kid, I think you’ll do fine.”

He leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on your lips. It knocked the breath out of you.

“Thanks,” he said against your mouth, his nose caressing yours as he pulled away.

Oh my god you were falling for this guy.

You cleared your throat, knocking the thought out of your mind. You set the noodle across the sauce and waited for Simon to follow. He carefully picked up a wet, wiggly noodle, holding it like it was an alien creature, before setting it down next to your noodle in the pan. He looked to you for approval.

“Good!” you said with a nod, “Keep going. Only one more for the layer.”

You shuffled away from him, down the line of your counters, to grab a glass and quickly filled it with water. You gulped it down like you were dying. You could feel your heart beating too rapidly in your chest. Fuck, you thought gripping the cool glass tightly, willing yourself to come back to reality. You’ve known this guy for less than two days. This was not happening.

“What next then?” he asked, hunched over the pan, inspecting the layers.

“The ricotta,” you said pointing to the bowl filled with the white and green-flecked mixture.

Simon picked it up and looked at it just as he had the pan, eyeing it almost with suspicion.

“You . . . pour it on?” he asked, looking at you.

“No,” you said setting down your glass. You walked back over to him and gave him the spoon you had been using for just the cheese, because you were anal like that when it came to cooking. “Dollop on about half of what’s left with the spoon, then spread it out,” you said gently, feeling like your mother.

You observed as Simon followed your instructions perfectly, if slowly. He handed you back the bowl when he was done.

“Never would’ve had the patience t’ figure this out,” he mumbled, stepping back to let you do the rest.

“It’s not for everyone,” you said sweetly, stepping over to layer the meat sauce over the cheese. “Besides, it’s almost done.”

He was content to lean against the counter and watch you do the rest. The oven beeped while you were sprinkling the extra cheese over the top. After you had safely deposited it in the oven to bake, Simon still lingered around you in the kitchen. You stared at each other wondering what to fill the next hour with.

“Could do the dishes,” he suggested.

“We’ll just have more later,” you said with a sigh, “Let’s relax.”

You popped off from the counter and walked over to your couch before flopping down. You pulled your blanket around you with a sigh.

“Not gon’ argue with that,” he said rather cheerily following you.

You had taken up most of the couch when you landed on the couch, so you didn’t know what Simon planned to do when he joined you. You hadn’t expected him to scoop you up, blanket and all, settling down across the couch with you wrapped in his arms. You laughed and wriggled as he tried to squish you into a more comfortable position on his lap.

“Quit movin’,” he chided you, palming the back of you head, gently pushing you to his chest, “Relax.”

You sighed and snuggled against him. He was awkward to get comfortable against, but he was warm and made you feel safe. Night had already fallen. It was dim in your apartment, lit only by the light in the kitchen and the streetlights that came in under your curtains. You closed your eyes as Simon ran his fingers through your hair.

“Gonna fall asleep,” you warned him, a yawn sneaking out.

“‘s okay,” he soothed, “I’ll get y’ up when the timer goes off.”

You nodded, falling more and more comfortably into his arms, until you were asleep.

Simon had been true to his word, softly shaking you awake an hour later when the oven timer went off. He also begrudgingly followed your instructions to wait another fifteen minutes to let it cool and set once he had taken the pan out of the oven. He had been easy enough to distract from his hunger, though. You had thrown your blanket around his shoulders and pulled him down into a kiss. That’s how you ended up hauled onto the counter, with Simon standing between your legs absolutely devouring your mouth. You almost forgot about dinner entirely, but when both of your stomachs growled, you knew you had to pull apart.

One piece of lasagna perfectly satisfied you. It was richer and saltier (you knew Simon had added more while you were distracted) than you were used to for your meals, so you ate it with several glasses of water. That had only made you fuller. Simon, on the other hand, devoured half the pan. After you were done, you just sat and watched him eat, absolutely blown away at his pace. You weren’t used to anyone with that level of appetite, even your brother when he was a teenager didn’t compare.

“‘m ready for bed,” he said sitting back in his chair with a groan, throwing his fork on his plate after polishing off his fourth piece.

You had been watching him over your glass of water with wide eyes and an amazed smile. “Go ahead,” you said setting down your glass and collect your dishes, “I’m going to get the leftovers put away. Be right behind you.”

He was still collapsed in the chair when you took the dishes to the kitchen. You dumped them in the sink next to your mess from making dinner. Tomorrow, you reminded yourself. You grabbed a small container, scooping the last piece of lasagna into it. While you were putting the container in the refrigerator you heard Simon finally sit up and head to your bedroom. All you had left was the dirty pan. You placed it on top of the mountain of your other dishes. When nothing came tumbling down, you turned off the kitchen light and made your way to the bedroom, to Simon, through the dark of your apartment.

a/n: happy (late) halloween everyone! thank you all so much for your likes and comments! I see them everytime i log on and they overwhelm me in the best way ❤️ i need to work out some kinks (lol) with the next part, so i'm aiming for posting closer to this weekend instead of friday!

#starry writes #mw2 #ghost/reader #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #you will take soft domestic simon from my cold dead hands #*aggressively gives him love and affection*

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