#most expensive restaurant in the world menu

[shooting-love-arrows]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 x reader (gender not mentioned/implied/specified); SYNOPSIS: Your first meeting with him was anthing but charming. Especially when he cornered you to the point, where you know you'll have no choice but to submit. TW. implied age gap, manipulation, threatening (?), red flag, power imbalance;

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"How can I help you, sir?"

"Be my sugar baby."

You blinked owlishly, trying to process what this customer said and if it was on the menu. When in fact it turned out that it isn't and you connected the words and their meaning, you were ready to burst out laughing.

He can't be serious.

Just by looking at him, you can tell he occupies a high position in some fancy corporation. You were even ready to bet that he was a CEO! It was a mystery itself why he was here, in a food chain restaurant in the first place. An enigma why he even said something like that to you, a plain worker who is pretty much opposite in every aspect one could think of.

He is handsome, you give him that. Probably older than you, since his face was more defined and mature. His suit, which you imagned to be tailor-made, colonge that was so strong you could smell it from behind the counter and all the expensive accesories (I mean look at his watch! Worth univesity tuition installment or two!) he had on were probably worth more than what you owned now.

But no, you aren't stupid. Sleep deprived, yes. Hungry, yes. Broke, also unfortunately, yes. But not stupid.

This man must be high then. No other sane and sober and filthy rich man would propose something like that to the (broke) food chain worker during the first meeting.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to be calm. He is still your client and you are fighting to be this employee of the month. You can already envision your photo hanging by the cashier and feel the additional money in your bank account. You won't lose your cool now.

Instead, you plastered your best fake smile.

"I'm afraid that's not on our menu sir. Do you fancy something else?"

The man chuckled, as if you told the best and poshest joke known to mankind. Your eyebrow twitched, yet your smile didn't budget.

Calm down...he is high...let him laugh...employee of the month...additional money...!

"You're more amusing than I thought." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 wiped a stray tear from his eye. "Trust me sweetie, I love how you call me 'sir' but that doesn't change the fact that my request still stays. I want you to be my sugar baby."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, sir."

"Ho ho, everything is possible." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 hid his hands in the pocket of his pants. He was staring down at you, like you were the most interesting thing he saw in a long while. You began to feel uneasy and slightly curled into yourself. You didn't like how mischievous his smirk looked.

A beat of tense silence passed, before he spoke again.

"I won't back down, sweetie. You know, I've learned that when you really want something, you should fight for it till you'll achieve it. This situation is no different than a business. I provide you safety and money, while you agree to be mine and fulfill my (every) requests." He finished his speech with a smile worth a million dollars, showing off his pearly white and straight teeth.

"Sir -- "

"After all, you wouldn't want your current life to crumble, hm?" You froze when his expression became sinister and his voice lowered to the point of mocking. In your gut you began to feel dread. You knew this feeling bery well. It appears whenever you sense danger. Currently, this man in front of you was a person who you should be afraid of. One thing for sure, he wasn't lying when he said he can destroy you in a matter of one call.

Money rules the world.

"Your measly, little thing, who believes something will change. That it is just a stepping stone. But what if I make it your prison? Force you to be stuck here until you break under pressure? In the end, you'll still agree to be mine, sweetie. It depends on you if you want to suffer or not."

And destroy those who are too weak and gets crushed under its ruthless rule.

"This choice is yours." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 straightened his back and only now you realized he was holding a sheet of paper. "All you have to do is to sign this..."

You knew you have no choice.

"So pick carefully, sweetie."

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[yumeboshi]

Mmmm, may I order myself a bloody pomegranate sundae? Looks quite delectable! ♥️

❝ THANK YOU FOR YOUR ORDER、 @yandere-romanticaa .ᐟ ⟡ HERE IS YOUR RECEIPT FROM CAFÉ YUME ⟡

𐙚BLOODY POMEGRANATE SUNDAE：disturbingly red but it smells good at least．．

𐙚 dish desc。．yandere hsr men’s reactions to getting caught in the middle of one of their messy crimes.

．。𝜗𝜚 labels。general yandere themes, mentions of gore and violence, manipulation, filthy, light minors dni warning

．。𝜗𝜚 ingredients。aven, sunday

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ “so what if i’m crazy? the best people are”

。no literally 。this man has no shame at all. he’d give you the widest smirk in the world, staring at you straight in the eyes with those intimidating eyes of his while carelessly wiping off some blood from his expensive attire. 。“oops, you caught me.” 。it would be rather unsettling about how unfazed he is. when you call him a murderer and all sort of insults you can think of, he’d just laugh and tell you it’s all part of the ‘game’ you two were in. 。he’d love the horrified look on your face, though, so do be prepared for now intentional bloody corpses anywhere you go. 。aventurine himself knows what he’s doing is wrong. unlike a certain someone but he will submerge the voice of reason inside him if it means that it’s needed for his ‘end goal’ — which is securing you all to himself. he knows you’re breaking him apart, ruining his mind with your thoughts that gnaw on his morals like parasites, but at some point he had just decided to succumb to it. after all, he does not have anything left to yearn for if you’re gone. 。it is almost like he clings to you for his own sanity, ironically enough. you are the cause of him breaking down and yet you are also the one who lets him know why he’s still alive, so for him, killing someone is equal to reminding himself about what he’s living for. 。this gambler won’t know when to stop— he relishes in the thrill of it, he even likes getting caught by you. his sick mind thinks it’s hilarious.

“YOU DON’T have to stare at me that much,” aventurine chuckles.

how could you not, with the obvious residue of blood splattered all over him, he doesn’t even bother wiping it off. the dim candlelights flicker to illuminate your mortified face, because the seat that was occupied moments ago before you excused yourself to get something, was now empty. your dinner date with your friend was cancelled by force.

the man in front of you carelessly slides the scarlet chair out to sit in the formerly occupied place, the chair making an ugly creak as he does, crossing his legs- leaning back leisurely as he smiles at you through despicable eyes.

“i know my attire is ravishing tonight, but please, feel free to order anything else.” he gestures to the spread menu. you can’t even touch it with the substance that contaminated it, no, contaminated the whole table you were sitting in— the angelic white rose jar decoration is broken and red is bleeding into their fragile petals, the ravishing steak is inedible, broken utensils are scattered everywhere on the luxurious tiles of the restaurant, and it’s eerily quiet except for the soft romantic jazz that echoes creepily across the silence.

when you try to leave- to get away from this insane monster that is him, he stops you and pouts, telling you he’s waited for so long, surely they could have an impromptu date. you were his fiancé, it was natural for him to want to treat you to dinners alone- he’d say with a chuckle.

“dates out of the blue are always fun, don’t you think?” he would say with a smile as he eats the steak without caring much about the taste- he has his pretty princess all to him, that’s what matters more. that should be the only thing that matters.

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ justifies himself

。this paranoid and obsessive man will have the most difficulty suppressing his desire to make a complete massacre 。he just can’t stand seeing someone even close to you. but as the head of the oak family, he’s also the most reputable person so he cannot risk that to succumb to his needs. 。he still will though, just not obviously. his murders are calculated and too well-woven to be suspicious of from the public eye, he knows how to pin crimes on someone else and it’s certainly not his first time doing this. 。when you raise eyebrows- he’d smile and laugh about how you’d think such lowly of him. he was your sweetheart, so you didn’t think much of it either. 。“please, love. now im quite offended.” 。he was definitely pondering over how you caught up though, so he’s going to put in extra effort to cover his tracks. 。but there’s times he loses his composure and doesn’t bother to cover up his crimes. he snaps, letting go of the thin string of sanity that held him together- and when you see that, he’d suddenly go all sweet, cooing to you that this was all for your own good. 。“they were hurting you, angel. hurting you. you’ll never be heartbroken again, not in my arms.” 。sunday is a master manipulator. human emotions are something he has dealt with tons of times. he will know what to say and what to do to pull on your cogs as if he’s performing clockwork. 。when even his reasoning and silver tongue doesn’t work on you- he would hate to do it, he doesn’t want to artificially make his darling, but for the greater good, he would, brainwash you. like mentioned, he’s a firm believer of the end justifies the means.

STANDING upon you is a fallen angel with his attire drenched with blood that isn’t his. you can tell with the way his pristine gloves are stained to oblivion.

you see his business smile crack slightly when he sees you standing in the doorway, horrified. “apologies,” sunday says with a smooth voice, but his eyes waver a little, but soon harden- as if there’s a completely rational reason why he has done whatever he did to your poor friend that was waiting for you in your room.

“what…?”

his cold eyes suddenly melt at your mortified look- he sighs with condescension, as if somehow you’re the one in the wrong. “it’s my sincere apologies i intruded your room without warning, but I must say, the situation was rather… suspicious, hm?” he slowly walks towards you- every step pronounced and clicking against the tiles as if death is knocking on your door.

“another man sitting in the bed we share? I don’t think that’s appropriate, don’t you think?” he’s close enough to push you onto the wall- blocking your escape route. “isn’t he the same person who forgot to send you presents on your birthday?”

sunday doesn’t actually care about the presents part- he was the one who discarded his gift before you could get it, anyway. he’s using it as an excuse to reprimand you.

“y-yes, but that’s not an excuse to—“

“ah ah, I don’t think there’s much of an excuse to make here. you’re dodging the point. tell me, am i not enough for you?” his sickly sweet voice isn’t paired with the sweetest gesture- in fact, you can feel his stained hands press your neck ever so slightly.

you have no other choice but to say you’re sorry- begging him that you really weren’t cheating on him; and it was just an unfortunate coincidence your friend was on the bed. every time you pleaded, he’d sigh and shake his head as if he’s giving in to your desperate begging to not leave you here alone, but inside, his heart pounds with delight seeing you break down and lose your reason.

“oh, you pathetic little dove. always needing someone to protect her from evil.” his hands caress your head, leaning into you to envelop you in a tight embrace he doesn’t plan to let go of. “you keep trying to fly away, yet you know nothing about the world around you.”

your pleas echo louder as his fingers touch your lips, stinging your nose with the metallic smell on them, and he pulls you in for a kiss that makes you choke, his tongue intruding your mouth that spills out drops of saliva from the lack of breath.

“—so I’ll make you a lovely cage, sweetheart.” he whispers against your lips, smiling through his devilishly handsome gaze before devouring them once more.

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(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Three - Date Night

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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Warnings: Shitty date, alcohol, violence

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"Where are you going?"

Again, Lando was sitting in front of the television with a bowl of cereal in his lap. Although this time it was the early evening and he had done all he needed to for the day, giving him time to wind down.

Y/N wasn't in her workout gear. On the contrary, she was in a lovely black dress with a white shirt over the top and black tights covering her legs. She had a small bag dangling from her shoulder and a pair of chunky, heeled boots on her feet.

She looked lovely, even Lando could admit it. Actually he'd have the imagine of her burned into his brain for all eternity.

"On a date," answered Y/N, her voice rather snappy. She grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter and headed towards the front door.

But, out of the corner of her eye, she saw as Lando shook his head. Y/N turned on her heel, eyes fierce as she stared at him. "What?" She barked, her hand still against the door knob.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say anything."

"But you shook your head."

He turned to face her over the back of the sofa. "That's not saying anything."

"Just tell me what you mean!" She stamped her foot, her voice growing louder.

Lando let a sigh out of his nose. "Fine," he said and held up his hands. "I'm just saying, what if this guy is using you? You're a world famous Formula One driver - he could be using you for fame."

"What, because it's impossible for somebody to like me otherwise? Is that what you're trying to say, Lando?"

He held up his hands defensively. "All I'm saying is you have to be careful."

But Y/N didn't believe that, not for one minute. "No, you're being an asshole."

"Y/N, I'm not being an asshole. I'm actually trying to look out for you."

"Sure," she scoffed and turned the door handle, ready to leave the apartment.

But Lando cleared his throat. "Are you gonna put out on the first date? That would make a great story for the reporters."

"Fuck off, Lando."

"You're only making yourself look bad," he muttered as he returned to his now soggy cereal.

Y/N left the apartment. She walked out with confidence, although it had been shattered by Lando. She didn't let it show, though, just how terrible she was now feeling.

Because Lando was right, he could just be using her for fame and notoriety.

Dating had been hard ever since she entered the Formula One scene. All of her colleagues seemed to get with models or sporting stars. But Y/N didn't want a model or a sporting star. She wanted someone she could get along with, have a good time with and be herself.

She walked to the restaurant, not driving as she didn't want to "show off" in front of her date. He arrived late, his outfit not nearly as put together as hers was (although she wasn't judging him based on that).

The minute he sat down he immediately ordered the most expensive things on the menu. That wasn't the end of the world - he was paying for his own food.

When he opened his mouth to talk, that was when things really started to go wrong. He was non-stop talking about formula one. At first, Y/N thought it was nice. He was taking an interest in her career. But then it became clear that he was a super fan and he just wanted to talk about her colleagues.

It became evident that he didn't actually care to get to know her. That Lando was right. He only wanted to take her on a second date for a chance at Bahrain tickets.

That was all he kept asking about. Bahrain. At first Y/N thought it was to take interest in her career. Be he kept coming back to it, complaining about the price of tickets and how he would loved to have been her plus one.

The only thing getting her through dinner was the alcohol she was throwing back. And then, when it came to paying, he had conveniently forgotten his wallet.

At least he offered to driver her home. He drove her back to the apartment, stopping outside. "So," he said, hand on her leg. Y/N was quick to move it. "Can I walk you upstairs?"

Y/N let out a huff and held her bag tighter. "Look, Ryan, I don't think that's a good idea. My roommate is trying to sleep and our walls are thin and-"

"I swear I'll just walk you to your door."

She should have said no. She should have left him in the car and made her way up to her apartment alone. But she had also been drinking, and wasn't thinking straight. It was the alcohol that answered for her when she said, "sure."

He walked behind her as Y/N went up to the apartment. When she got to the door of her apartment and pulled out her key, he leaned against the wall and placed a hand on her waist. "So, can I come in?" He asked with what he must have thought was a seductive look.

Y/N shook her head, hesitating to push her key into the lock. What if he pushed his way into the apartment? Would Lando help her? Would he help her to kick this guy out?

"Oh, come on baby," said Ryan as he took her key from her hand.

"Hey!" Y/N shouted, reaching for it. "Give it back! I don't want you in my apartment!"

Her shouts seemed to be enough. Suddenly the apartment door was pulled open and Lando was stood in front of her, his swing fast as he punched her date.

"Lando!" Y/N cried as Ryan dropped her keys and stumbled backwards, holding his bloody nose.

Lando placed himself between Y/N and Ryan, ready to swing again. "She said no, fuck face," he said, his voice calm. But his stance said otherwise. Ryan squared up to him but, when Lando raised his fist once again, he backed down, turning and running away.

As soon as he was gone, Lando reached down to pick up her keys. He placed them in her hand and walked back into the apartment without another word.

On shaky legs Y/N followed him in. She placed her bag down on the sofa and sat herself down, kicking off her boots.

Lando suddenly placed a glass of water on the coffee table in front of her. He looked down at her for just a second as she pulled the white shirt tighter to her body.

But, when she said nothing, Lando turned to walk away.

Y/N was feeling a certain amount of vulnerability. She couldn't stop herself as she grabbed his arm and said, "wait," her voice little more than a whisper.

Saying nothing, Lando turned to face her. She watched as Y/N let go of him and sat back on the sofa, sitting just a little bit straighter.

Somehow, Lando knew exactly what she was asking for. He sat on the sofa beside her and switched on the television.

There was little distance between them already. Y/N shuffled closer to him. Blame it on the alcohol and the frigid February air, but she shuffled closer to him.

"You were right," she muttered and picked up the glass of water. "He was an asshole and he just wanted Bahrain tickets."

Lando looked down at her. "Told you," was all he said as he placed his feet on the coffee table.

Her head fell onto his shoulder. "Thanks for saving me," she mumbled.

The only way Lando could get comfortable was to put his arm around her.

"I was actually getting a little scared out there."

Lando shrugged his shoulders. She'd been drinking, that much was clear. She kept leaning against him as the television played on in the background, neither of them paging much attention to it.

She fell asleep against him. Lando left her there for an hour. When he was sure she wasn't going to stir, he picked her up and carried her to her room, laying her on top of her covers.

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HSR Men on Valentine's Day (SFW)

How each of the Men would spend Valentine's with their s/o!

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Aventurine

♡He is going all out on Valentine’s Day

♡The bigger the better in his eyes

♡As you have seen everything with him is over the top

♡You two will be going to the most expensive restaurant and ordering the most expensive items on the menu

♡To him, this day is about celebrating the love that you both share so he will not cut any corners to show you this

♡Aventurine has spent the last two months perfectly picking out the gifts to give you, making note that each gift has a deeper meaning behind it

♡To most, he is a heartless businessman who only cares about gaining power, but his heart is fully yours

♡He cares deeply about you and even though he goes about this day very bombastically he does not treat it like a show

♡The money he spends is to show you the best things in life, not to buy your affection and he knows that you love him for who he is not for what he has 

♡One of the gifts he gets you is a ring with an aventurine stone, it is designed to match the ring he got with your birthstone

♡He asks you to wear it every day and he will wear his so that no matter where you are, you will always be together 

Argenti

♡This is his favorite day of the year

♡An entire day he gets to celebrate your beauty? Yes, he does that every day but this one has a special name

♡Argenti is going to make sure that you fully feel his love 

♡There is a planet that has a restaurant built inside of a giant rose garden and he had placed reservations months ago

♡From the time you wake up, you are being showered in sweet words as he darts around making sure that he does everything for you

♡He does not want you to life a finger today, this day is about you 

♡When it is time to go to dinner you see that Argenti has already laid out an outfit for you with a single rose 

♡He kept everything a secret so that you could be surprised 

♡The look on your face when you saw the restaurant was everything he could have asked for

♡You sat at a secluded table surrounded by the most beautiful roses, above you was a clear sky full of stars

♡He sits across from you the whole night thinking about how lucky he got to find you and how he could not imagine a world without your beauty 

Blade

♡Blade is not accustomed to this day and what it entails 

♡He is confused as to why every shop suddenly has flowers and heart-themed goods to sell and asks you about it

♡You explain to him that Valentine’s Day is coming up and what usually happens on that day

♡Upon hearing this Blade takes time to think about how he wants to approach the situation

♡He is not a big talker and wants to show you that he cares about you but doesn’t get why that has to be done with a box of chocolates

♡To him, Valentine’s should be spent with you doing something meaningful

♡So when the day comes around he takes you to a location where no one else will be

♡It’s a weeping willow tree that overlooks a lake filled with bioluminescent life

♡He had set up a picnic for the both of you and explained that he would like to remember this day with only you 

♡After you finish eating Blade moves so that he is leaning against the base of the tree and you are in front of him with your back against his chest looking out the the beautiful view in front of you

♡You are in his arms all night as you spend hours talking and truly being together

Dan Heng

♡He gets nervous when Valentine’s Day approaches

♡He is not big on celebration and wants to do something nice for you but even with all of his knowledge Dan is not sure what the best thing to do is

♡First, he tries to check off the typical list, he gets your favorite flowers, and favorite candy, plans a nice meal he does what he knows is supposed to happen

♡But he gets stuck on the gift, every option feels superficial to him, like there is no real meaning it is just throwing money at a day

♡Nothing with you is meaningless, you mean the world to him why would he ever overlook any detail

♡So he is surprised when he is woken up to breakfast in bed by you 

♡You told him that Valentine’s Day is not about one person, it is about both people in the relationship 

♡All of the work he put in is appreciated but he does not have to go crazy to prove his love to you

♡Everyday Dan shows you that he loves and cares about you just because today has a name does not change anything

♡Before you go out to dinner, you stop at a bookstore where you each pick out a book for the other which is the best gift either one of you could get

♡You both enjoy reading and having a book that was chosen for you by your s/o has more meaning than any stuffed bear could

Dr. Ratio

♡You were not expecting anything to happen on Valentine’s Day

♡Yes Dr. Ratio loves you and shows you that, however, he has never been big on celebrations like this

♡He views them as a ploy by capitalism to sell off cheap products to lovesick fools

♡So you prepared yourself for a day like any other

♡While he may not believe in holidays for himself, he knows what they mean to you so when you wake up you are surprised to see a fruit salad in front of you with all of the pieces cut into hearts

♡You are taken back and do not know where this could have come from until you look at who is holding the salad

♡If he is going to do Valentine’s Day he is going to do it right

♡As you wake up fully and look around your shared apartment you see that all towels have been folded into hearts, most of the decorations have been replaced with red and pink versions of the item, and the most amazing display of flowers you have ever seen is sitting on your dining room table

♡He wants you to know that he loves you not just on this day but every day and he puts in the effort to show that 

Gallagher

♡Gallagher is a very classic man he will be picking you up with flowers in hand to take you out on Valentine’s Day 

♡You swoon when you see him in his black suit having the first few buttons of his white dress shirt undone 

♡He is the perfect gentleman, opening doors for you, placing his hand on your lower back as you walk, and pulling out your chair for you

♡When you are with him he is going to make sure you are treated right

♡Nothing in the world is more important to him than you and he takes every opportunity to show you this, having a major holiday that he can dedicate to you, he is going to run with it

♡At dinner, he chooses to sit next to you instead of across from you

♡He wants to not only be able to look at you but be able to have physical contact with you as well

♡Gallagher is a fan of sharing everything with you so whatever he gets will also be feeding to you as well

♡He takes care of you and will make sure you are full and happy before you leave the restaurant 

♡After dinner, he takes you to a cute little ice cream shop

♡You have a very cute moment where you get whipped cream on your nose and he kisses it off

Gepard

♡Geppy is very excited for Valentine’s 

♡He had made sure his calendar was free so he could spend every minute with you 

♡You two had planned to stay in and binge all of the shows and movies that you two had wanted to watch together

♡Like always he makes you breakfast and showers you with affection before moving to the couch

♡He had woken up before you and set up a pillow in the living room, he even put fairy lights around the whole thing so that there was the perfect amount of cozy lighting

♡Inside the fort were pillows, blankets, and all of your favorite snacks 

♡Even though you were staying in he still wanted it be be special and not like any other day watching TV together

♡Hours go by as you are held in his arms being covered in kisses every so often until night comes

♡Gepard had ordered ahead from your favorite food place and made sure to get your usual order 

♡It’s the moments like these that he loves the most, seeing you in your pajamas, hair not done, just being comfortable and 100% yourself

♡Valentine’s Day now holds a special place in his heart because he has someone to share it with, being able to forget the world and be alone with you

Jing Yuan

♡Jing Yuan wanted to do something special for Valentine’s Day this year now that he had you in his life

♡In the past, he had ignored the day and treated it like any other but he is changing that for you

♡He wants you to feel loved and be able to confidently say that you are his 

♡So he is going to pull out all the stops

♡He gets a mini flower garden, live music, and the best chef he can find, and gives Yanqing an impossible task so he isn’t bothered

♡He arranges this all to be set up in the spot where you two first met, wanting to spend the night celebrating how far you two had come and the bond that you now share

♡You are not to do anything but arrive at the time in place he told you looking nice

♡When you arrive he is waiting there for you with a box of carefully decorated pastries 

♡He wanted to give you something as sweet as you are 

♡He takes your hand and leads you to the table where the food is waiting for you 

♡As you eat you are accompanied by live music in the background creating the perfect atmosphere 

♡After the meal, he takes you to a Terrance away from everyone and everything, and takes out a scroll he had in his pocket

♡Written on it is a speech he had prepared for you going over all of the reasons he loves you and detailing just how much he cares about you

 ♡After reading it the music starts up again and he leads you in a slow dance where he holds you close for the rest of the night

Luka

♡Valentine’s Day happened to fall on the same day as a big fight for him

♡You two had already discussed that you wanted him to go to the fight and celebrate with you later even though Luka was ready to skip the fight completely

♡After all of the training he had put in you could not let him miss this 

♡He agrees and makes sure to have plans ready immediately after the fight ends

♡When you arrive at the arena you follow your usual fight routine with him

♡You put Vaseline on his face to protect it, make sure his mouth guard is in, and oil up his arm to ensure it performs well

♡Kissing him good luck he heads into the ring

♡The fight is not going as well as you hoped it would and Luka is now tied in the final round

♡The ref calls for a time out and you run over to Luka 

♡Seeing the love in your eyes gave him the strength he needed and to proceeded to win the fight with a KO

♡You were so excited for him that you jumped into the right and grabbed onto him planting kisses across his face 

♡He grabbed onto you picking you up and spinning you around 

♡His happiness didn’t come from the win, it came from having someone whom he loved so much here in his arms 

Luocha

♡Luocha was happy to have you in his life and had asked you what you wanted to do for Valentine’s Day 

♡In asking you once he got the answer he would make sure that whatever you said would happen without any issues

♡Whatever you wanted he would deliver you knew this 

♡So it was no surprise that you woke up on Valentine's Day to exactly what you had asked for weeks ago

♡He doesn't say much preferring to sit back and watch your reaction 

♡That is where he gets his joy, it's from watching you be happy, the smile on your face, and the sparkle in your eyes

♡He will always make sure you have what you want it doesn't matter what day it is

♡You are his everything and therefore you deserve everything 

♡Nothing is out of the question for you

♡Of course, Luocha has a few surprises for you like the neatly wrapped box you find amongst flower petals

♡Opening it you find a necklace with a stone pendant, the stone is unlike any other you have seen before

♡It is a shade of yellow and glows slightly 

♡Asking him what it is he tells you that he found it a while ago before he met you on a planet he forgets the name of, this stone is meant to be given to the love of your life so that the glow of the stone signifies the undying love you feel for each other

Sampo

♡Valentine’s Day is one of Sampo's biggest business days

♡He makes a lot of money selling to last-minute gift buyers 

♡But this year he has no interest in this, for the first time in his life there is something more important than money

♡All he can think about is what to do with you and how he can put a smile on your face 

♡Instead of using his powers to gain from others, he uses them to get you a gift that he knows you will like 

♡There is a band that you have been talking about for months and there was a show coming up soon that you wanted to go to but tickets sold out immediately

♡Sampo suggested that he could just sneak the two of you in but you were against this 

♡So during your Valentine's Day picnic that he had planned, you found an envelope underneath your heart-shaped sandwich 

♡You were confused but Sampo just sat there with a smile waiting for you to open it

♡When you did you found a card that was clearly handmade, when you opened it you found the tickets but there were more 

♡Inside the card was a note written by Sampo, he has always been a smooth talker but this was different

♡He poured his heart out in this note and truly opened up about his love for you 

Welt

♡Welt has had Valentine’s Day planned out for months

♡He is a romantic at heart and has waited for so long to have someone to spend this day with 

♡As the day approaches he asks that you keep your schedule clear and he will do the same

♡What he has planned is to use the express to take you on a tour of the most beautiful parts of the galaxy, Pom Pom is in on this making sure that the only people on the express are you, Welt, and Pom Pom 

♡You two were completely alone and he was making the most out of this 

♡He had candles set up so that most of the light would come from the stars and suns that you were passing by

♡As you traveled he would tell you about every planet and regale you with information he knew you would be interested in 

♡Food was wheeled in by Pom Pom who was very happy to take part in this

♡Because you were also so kind and respectful to Pom Pom and the Express, Pom Pom was glad to be able to return the effort

♡The entire day was spent being with Welt doing what you both loved most, exploring

Author’s note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Sorry for not including Sunday but I haven’t fully played story yet so I don’t know his character enough yet ! <3 <3

[yanderestarangel]

☆𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐱 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☆

TW: Porn plot, smut, sex, just sex, power play, Cage is a DILF!, FTM reader, AFAB ANATOMY, vaginal sex, oral m!receives, degradation, sex without a condom, obsession, sugar daddy! relationship, sex in a semi public place, pet names, this was the dirtiest thing i ever wrote, my grammar, not proofread.

You looking for a sugar daddy to meet new people and also get out of your routine, so you set up a date with one of the site's subscribers, he insisted on sending you a place at the most expensive restaurant in town.

You soon go to the marked table, waiting for such sugar daddy, but soon you see Johnny Cage, father of your best friend, Cassandra Cage, going towards you with a bouquet of flowers and a light smile between his lips.

You were shocked, still processing everything, but Cage just sat at the table, just smiling with Hollywood actor charm and continued to look at the menu.

"-Have you chosen what you want my pretty angel?"

Cage spoke with the usual humor, and a smug smile on his face, wearing the expensive social clothes with the glasses of his own brand, he seemed not to care about you being best friends with his daughter.

Your initial shock wears off a bit, finally you get up the courage to answer him, sighing frustrated and a little scared, you finally speak, trying to explain that it wasn't your intention, that you didn't know it was him in the profile However, Johnny Cage he just laughed, his deep chuckle echoing through the restaurant. He takes off his sunglasses, revealing his piercing, almond-shaped eyes as he stares at you.

"-Don't worry, darling, it's part of my charm to surprise people. Besides, you're here now so we might as well enjoy the night together, right?" -Cage speaks as he leans back in his chair, his muscular body filling out the expensive suit, exuding confidence and dominance.

Cage smiles as he sips his champagne, his gaze never leaving you.

"-Tell me, my pretty thing, what made you venture into the world of sugar daddies? Looking to experience the finer things in life, aren't you?" -He raises an eyebrow, his voice full of amusement. As he talks, you notice his hands, large and veiny, resting casually on the table, They seem too big and strong for his refined personality, causing emotion mixed with apprehension.

You explain your motives for being on the site as you felt Johnny advance the low, intimate caresses to your hands, spread out on the restaurant table.

"-See, I noticed you too, (Y/N), I realized how beautiful you are. And I must admit, I felt a great desire for your company... I fantasized about the way your body responds to my touch, your moans and sighs as you submit to my wishes." -Cage smugs as he leans back, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"-So, my dear boy, how about we forget the embarrassment and enjoy this night together? Allow me to show you how much pleasure I can give you." -Johnny speaks in a voice that exudes confidence and dominance, his eyes gleaming with a possessive, dark hunger.

You look a little hesitantly at Johnny, but then sigh, you nod silently in agreement, watching the older man smile as he adjusts his sunglasses, quickly asking for the restaurant bill and fixing his expensive royal blue suit, leading you outside. from the restaurant.

He opens the car door for you, his touch lingering on your shoulders a moment longer than necessary, helping you into the car, before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side. As the car starts, Cage's hand reaches for the gearshift, his fingers brushing it intentionally.

The engine comes to life, filling the car with a low rumble.

"-We're going to my private penthouse. Somewhere quiet, where we can get to know each other better." -Cage speaks with a more intimate touch while driving the car quickly, squeezing the steering wheels and making you notice even more the veiny hands with an expensive watch on the man's wrist.

The journey isn't long, but the air seems thick with tension as you approach the luxurious building, he parks the car in the underground garage, before taking you to the private elevator, the elevator descends a little, stopping at the top floor, you soon follows Cage, watching the movie star walk briskly to one of the stores for his own luxury brand "Cage's Suit" Johnny's own expensive suit shop, You get a little confused looking at Cage but he soon walks into the store with you following him.

Luxurious suits line the shelves, each exquisite in design and workmanship. He gestures grandly at the screens.

"-My sweet, I want you to have the best outfit to accompany me tonight. Consider it a small gift, a sign of my admiration for you and our commitment as Sugar baby and Sugar daddy, don't worry about Cass now, yes ? Just choose what you want, my dear. I want you to feel confident and beautiful in my presence." -Johnny speaks as he approaches you, his hand resting on your lower back, the possessive touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you look around the store, you notice that the salespeople are discreetly watching the two of you, their eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. the fame of Johnny Cage the Percege, no matter the location and he loves it like a good cocky actor with a high ego, now he had a beautiful boy by his side, you&lt;3

Your Sugar Daddy!Johnny Cage recommends you one of the suits after a few minutes looking at the shelves, one of the most expensive in the store, while you protested a little with the high price feeling shy for him spending a small fortune on you, but Cage just smiles and pushes you lovingly in the dressing room as you quickly changed.

Cage watches you emerge from behind the curtain, dressed in the suit he recommended. His gaze intensifies as he takes in every detail, from the way the fabric molds to your curves to the way you look so effortlessly attractive.

"-Oh my dear (Y/N) you look absolutely stunning... The suit suits you perfectly, accentuating your body in all the right places, now let me prove what your pretty mouth can do yes?" -Cage spoke with a voice overflowing with praise and sexual hunger as he approaches you, his hands running over your body, sending electric shocks through your skin, while smiling like a predator playing with prey.

Johnny takes his hard cock out of his pants, while looking at you with dominance and desire, making you immediately kneel down as you watch Cage's big thick cock gleaming, the painful pink tip dripping a little lube nail, he strokes himself slowly, savoring your submission and the beautiful image of you handsome in a suit ready to suck his cock with, needy moaning, before you even touch him.

"-That's it, my sweet boy, show me how eager you are to please me... Take me in your mouth, wrap those pretty lips around my cock." As you lean forward, his hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer to his throbbing cock.

The scent of his arousal fills the air as you absorb it, savoring the taste of it on your tongue. Cage's grip on your hair tightens slightly, a silent command for you to pick up the pace.

He guides your movements, his hips thrusting gently as he seeks pleasure deeper in your throat.

"-What a good cocksucker, (Y/N). You are making Daddy so proud. Go on, watch every inch of my dick go in, show me how well you can handle me." -Cage moans deeply, his pleasure evident as he watches you greedily devour his cock.

He revels in the feel of your warm, wet mouth around him, your desire to please him making him want to come soon, but he holds on, wanting to experience every inch of your delicious mouth.

"-Such a good little cocksucker, (Y/N), you're making Daddy so proud... Keep going, take every inch, show me how well you can handle me." As you continue to suck him, your moans and sighs mix with his, the sounds of pleasure filling the small enclosed space. The intensity increases.

"-Oh, fuck (Y/N), such a filthy, naughty boy, taking my cock so well, you were made to please me, weren't you? You're my little slut, my personal plaything... Fucking hell, your mouth feels incredible, you're such a good little slut, taking my cock like this."

"-Keep going, my pretty boy, show me how much you fucking want... I'm going to come soon, and you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you? Tell me (Y/N), tell me you he wants." -Cage speaks with a tense voice of pleasure, with a final thrust, he reaches the climax, his hot semen filling his mouth.

He moans loud and hoarse as he empties into your throat, the hot, sticky liquid running down your mouth.

You two leave the suit shop quickly, while Johnny paid for your suit with his black card and a smug smile, all the vendors looked embarrassed by the sounds you two made in the locker room, but didn't say anything, after all, the older man he owned everything there, and it wasn't good to cross his own boss.

Cage takes you into the luxurious Hollywood mansion, with a firm but gentle grip as he guides you up the stairs.

The opulence of the surroundings overwhelms your senses, showing off your extravagant taste and wealth. The mirrored walls reflect their figures, adding an element of intrigue and sensuality to the room. Inside the Presidential Suite, the marble floor feels cool under your feet as you take in the grandeur of the room.

Your eyes are drawn to the large jacuzzi tub, whose inviting bubbles promise relaxation, Cage, standing before you in his discarded clothes, radiates pure desire. His muscular physique and erect cock leave no doubt about his intentions.

“-Welcome baby” -Johnny purrs with malice evident between clenched white teeth, he moves closer, his hands grazing over your body, sending a trail of goosebumps wherever they touch.

"-But first, I want to see you, my sweet boy. Take off your clothes, let me feast my eyes on your beauty" He ordered you with dominance as he looked at you with his pulsating cock and needy, you take off your suit with tenderness and submissiveness to your best friend's father, you felt guilty deep down, but nothing mattered now, nothing but Cage and you. He looks down at your body, admiring everything slowly, devouring you like a hot and delicious meal, hovering his height over you, making him even more horny and hungry to fuck you soon.

"-You are a work of art, my dear boy. A masterpiece made to be admired and adored."

With a sudden rush of possessiveness, Cage presses you against the mirrored wall, his body pinning you in place. His lips crash against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss, his hands roaming your body with a sense of urgency, he soon pulls away from you, a thin little trickle of saliva connecting both lips as he looks you straight in the eye practically reading your soul.

"-Get ready, my darling, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to think about anything but my dick buried in you." -Johnny Cage speaks with a voice needy but still extremely dominant, he easily lifts you in his lap and carries you towards the jacuzzi.

The heat of the water envelops their bodies as he settles in, his hands still cupping her ass firmly, delivering a firm slap that sends a sharp stab of pleasure through your body.

Even with sexual experience and prowess, Cage struggles to penetrate your tight pussy, eliciting a grunt of frustration from him, but the difficulty only intensifies his desire, his determination to possess you completely.

Taking a deep breath, he presses his hips against yours, pushing his cock slowly into your slick entrance. The grip of your pussy tightens around him, causing a mixture of pleasure and discomfort to wash over you both.

"-Damn it, (Y/N)... You're so tight. I've never felt anything like it... So I won't last much longer.." -Cage groans, smiling slightly, his voice with a hint of mixed pleasure and frustration when he finally feels fully enveloped inside you.

"-You will scream my name and everyone will know who you belong to." -He speaks as he continues to invest in you, overcoming the tremors of his release, determined to take you to the limit too, his hand moves to your clit, deftly massaging the sensitive bundle of overstimulated nerves with dexterity.

"-Come for me, my good boy, show me how much you want it, how good I make you feel" -His grip tightens on your waist as he continues to fuck you with vigor and intensity, his cock penetrating deep in its smooth, tight walls, now coated with its own release.

"-Do you feel like you belong to me? How do I control every damn move? You're mine, and I won't let you forget that..." -Johnny speaks tensely with pleasure as he smiles cocky at you, continuing the attack with his fingers and cock in your needy and wet pussy.

"-So tight, so perfect for me. I'm going to fuck you senseless, claim every inch of you." And as the pleasure washes over you, your body shudders at the climax. You let out a loud cry of ecstasy, your orgasm crashing over you with a force you've never felt before.

Cage continues to thrust into you, prolonging the pleasure, until he finds his own release once more, thick ropes of cum filling your pussy as you both moan loudly through the mirrored room, echoing off the walls.

Breathing heavily, the older man's sweat-dampened body pressed against his, Cage looks at you with one of satisfaction and obsession, giving you a chaste, lingering kiss on the forehead, while whispering praise, whispering in your ear.

"-I'm not done with you yet baby, there's much more pleasure I've planned for us, come on, ride me, show me how desperate you are for my cock." He positions himself on the edge of the jacuzzi, his throbbing cock protruding from his body. His gaze never leaves your as you approach, your pussy still full of his semen.

Without hesitation, you mount him, lowering yourself to his rigid length. A moan escapes you both as he fills you completely, the tightness and heat of your pussy enveloping him in pleasure. As you begin to move, the rhythm and intensity building with each movement, Cage's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding and controlling your rhythm. His eyes bored into yours, the intensity of his desire evident.

"-Fuck little boy...you look so sexy on top of me, Riding my dick like a good boy."

"-That's right, my little cock-hungry boy."

"-You can't resist me... can't resist the power of my cock. You were made to be fucked by me, to satisfy my every desire."

"-Show me how much you want me, how much you need my cock inside you." -Cage's grip on your hips tightens as you ride him with increasing fervor, each thrust pushing you further into an inferno of pleasure.

He groans at the feel of your tight pussy squeezing his thick cock, the knowledge that he's fucking you without a condom bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

"-You take me so well, my sweet little bitch. Your pussy feels so good around my cock, so tight and wet, you were made for me."

"-Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck you like the dirty little bitch you are? It's okay babyboy... Daddy will give you exactly what you need."-Cage says while watching you with hungry eyes as you jump on top of him riding with need on his cock, his hands grip your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively as he quickens his pace, the visual heightening his desire even more as his see your reflection in the mirrors of the private room, he delights in the way you squeeze your pussy tighter around him, enjoying every inch of his thick cock as your pussy smeared his crotch and ripped abdomen.

The intensity of his thrusts builds one last time, and with a guttural roar, your body tenses as he releases a wave of hot cum inside you, claiming you completely.

The feel of him emptying into your tight, pulsing walls pushes you over the edge once more, and your own orgasm rips through you in a powerful release, Cage kisses you passionately, trembling with weariness and desire as he praises you again, but there's something darker there, something that hadn't yet come to the surface, he had managed to get you after years of waiting, after all... Johnny Cage always wins.

[hotpinkstars]

i know you said you were boothill-ed out so how about some sparkle & topaz (sep, idk if i have to clarify.. i don't req a lot) going on a date with their s/o? you can make it a fem!reader if you wanted to make it like gay for pride month but maybe it can just be a cute date/outing together (ft numby with topaz if you wanted<33)

(also your dni/byf & rules links don't work just in case you didn't know..)

OKAY BYE LOVE YOU NOVA!!! /p

DATE NIGHT - sparkle, topaz x reader

- a date night with your spouse.

- YUGEN YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD MY TWO FAV CHARACTERS (besides jingliu, jinglius always on top) I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS OMG. anyways i love love love love love love love love love this thank u enjoy

- both readers are girls (sorry), pure fluff, no angst here!!! wc 1257

One thing Sparkle loves more than anything in the world (dare I say you…) is date night.

You two had this nice dinner date planned out for a little while, and it was finally the night you got to go on it!

You both got ready together, doing each other's makeup and picking out each other's outfits. You chose a pretty white dress with red accents for her, and she chose a slim teal dress with white lace on the top part for you. You did each other’s makeup to fit the theme of your dresses, and you both did pretty well for one another.

“Sparkle, we’re gonna be late to our reservation!” You tried to explain, gasping for air from how hard you were laughing. You two were joking around, making each other laugh, and absolutely not taking one another super seriously. “If we’re late, we won’t get the table!”

She scoffed. “Well, we won’t be late, and it’s stupid that they’d give our table up if we’re just a little bit late!” She continued laughing, her head falling onto your shoulder while wrapping her arms around your neck.

You both straightened yourselves up and applied the last bits of makeup before picking out a pair of shoes and hurrying out the door to the restaurant.

You were both in awe of how gorgeous the decorations were when you walked through the expensive glass entrance. You sat down at your table, taking a look at the menu while conversing with one another about which one you think you’d like the most. Somehow she knows your tastes a lot better than you do, and vice versa.

“Sparkle, which would you think I’d like most?” You asked, showing her the menu. She leaned over the lavish marble top table, putting her chin in her hand.

“Hmm, I think you’ll like this one,” She pointed to a dish on the menu she swears she’s seen you eat once or twice before, before snatching the menu and looking it up and down.

“I kind of wanna get this one, but I don’t know,” she mumbled to herself. “What do you think? This or that?”

You picked one, making her nod before waving over a waiter. They introduced themselves and took your drink and appetizer orders, accepting your request of ordering your main dish at the same time.

You chatted about random things for the time being, about who she ‘dealt with’ today, what she was doing the whole time she was gone, etc. She always put a drop of humor into her stories in an attempt to make you laugh, which almost always worked.

You moved on from the conversation to talk about your lonely day, basically all filled with grocery shopping and lounging around on the couch, watching a tv show.

You continued these conversations until your food came, in which you were both a little bit more silent and more focused on eating. The dishes looked beautiful, you could both tell your pockets were going to hurt after the bill, but that didn’t really matter. You needed this, to spend time with Sparkle, considering she’s not home too often and when she is, she’s dealing with other things.

You talked, laughed, and bonded. Handing each other forkfuls of one anothers food, ‘stealing’ each others drinks, etc. It was a truly memorable night for the both of you, and gave you some good time with your girlfriend.

Date night with Topaz!!!!

Earlier that day, Topaz found out she had all of today off. Meaning no IPC business, no having to travel planets, and getting to spend time with you! So, considering you were already stationed in Penacony for her work, you spent the night hanging out amongst the lights and the gorgeous scenery. 

You put on nice clothes, Topaz in a nice white blouse with a fancy pair of skinny jeans, while you wore a pretty summer dress. You didn’t necessarily bother with makeup or fancy hair, because you were just taking a nice walk around Penacony. You might end up stopping by bars or venues just to see what's going on, but it all depended on if there was anything good happening on a Wednesday night.  

“Topaz! C’mon, are you almost ready yet?” You yelled, standing by the door and strapping on your heels before doing a little twirl in the mirror on the wall next to you. It was around 9:00 pm, and you were planning on being back at around midnight. 

Topaz steps out, her heeled boots clanking on the wooden floorboards as she approaches you. She looked gorgeous- light foundation with pearl pink lipgloss, and a gorgeous ruby necklace that you gifted her for your anniversary. 

“So, how do I look?” She chuckled, doing a little spin of her own before brushing the hair out of her face. Gods, how can a woman be so beautiful, yet sexy at the same time? 

“Absolutely perfect!” You smiled, engulfing her in a big hug, rocking back and forth. You both were laughing at the sudden gesture, the moment ending when she stopped laughing. “But, you always look perfect, so who am I to say?” There was a tiny blush on her cheeks, but she immediately dismissed it as too much blush when she was applying makeup. You nodded along, not buying anything she was saying, until she eventually dragged you out the door and off to have fun. 

You took a nice walk, laughing at some of the street acts and conversing between the two of you about her job, and what you’ve been up to this past week. She told you all about almost everything- what her job entitled this past week, how a, as she described it, ‘odd cyborg cowboy with long black-and-white hair’ broke into the IPC ship and blew it up (which gave you a small heart attack), and how Numby almost died in the same explosion. Gosh, who knew her job had so much action? “Speaking of Numby, I’m surprised he didn’t tag along for our date tonight. Did you leave him at headquarters for now?” You asked, looking over at the white and red haired woman walking in sync next to you. She nodded before laughing a little bit. 

“I decided not to take him. He’d be all over the place, sniffing out things that he finds useful. But sometimes, they’re even things like food,” she shrugs. “I figured it would’ve been more like babysitting a child over taking a trotter on a date, which is already weird enough if you think about it.”

You laughed at her statement, making her smile. “A Penacony night out might not be the best idea for something you consider a kid.”

You both kept laughing, before Topaz pointed out a small bar that has a performer playing the guitar inside. It looked like a club, but with more traditional music. You decided to try it out, see how it goes.

You stepped into a crowd of people singing along, swinging their drinks in the air while dancing to the current tune. You both spun around, watching and trying to dodge the people that were all in a mosh pit. You eventually made it to the back of the bar, which is where the alcohol is, sitting down at two vacant barstools and ordering your drink of choice. 

You conversed, later on in the night jumping in with all the others and dancing together. Safe to say, it was a very successful night out.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Hired

One of many ways Yves could establish first contact with you.

tw: i guess kind of none because if you take what happened here at face value, it kinda even seem wholesome and normal, except maybe the mild infantilization

u gotta look at the Yves lore before understanding the implications of some stuff

Yves is a wonderful employer, he is infinitely better than any of your other bosses. The economic and societal climate is changing; despite having a bachelor's degree, all you could get are entry-level jobs. At this point, the only way a person could reliably advance in their career is through contacts.

There was no wonder why you would jump at the chance when your cousin offered to put you in contact with their affluent associate. Of which, is looking to hire a personal assistant. It's not the most ideal job in the world, but you were hoping through Yves, you could network enough and open more doors.

You were nervous; as your cousin described him as quiet but not meek, polite but aloof, calm yet holding an air of absolute authority around him. You assume that he's someone who couldn't tolerate mistakes, no matter how small or inconsequential. However, the fact that Yves treats those who work under him well was enough to make you push your fears away and agree to a meeting with him.

He is a busy man, so you couldn't meet him until a week later. The wait is killing you; at least you had time to prepare, rehearse your responses, and gather whatever medication necessary to prevent you from vomiting upon seeing him. Your cousin had to assure you that Yves isn't as menacing or uncompromising as you built him up to be. Yet, you wouldn't believe them. So you suffer in your own anxiety.

And when you do finally meet in a fine dining restaurant as per his arrangement, it took you every ounce of your strength not to pass out.

Yves is beautiful. He carried himself with such grace and elegance, even his movements look unreal. As if it's much more fluid and effortless than normal people. His jet black hair that cascades down to the middle of his back, to his piercing emerald gaze, everything about him intimidated you half to death. It's not a human that you're looking at, you're looking at something closer to an ethereal deity, if anything.

He offered a small, polite smile before addressing you by your first name.

The combination of his overwhelming aura and the opulence of the meeting venue, you're beginning to doubt you should even be here.

He presented his perfectly manicured hand to you, obviously for you to shake and do a proper introduction. But you merely stared at it, blanking out in panic. You felt dirty, a filthy commoner should never touch such a delicate, expensive-

"Are you alright?" He asked. Yves has a pleasant sounding baritone voice; it exudes warmth that is unfamiliar, but addicting. You craned your neck upwards to see no malice, only concern.

You cleared your throat and muttered an apology before shaking his hand. You were hyper focused on how clammy your hands must feel to him.

"(name)." You felt your heart drop into your stomach when he unpredictability enveloped your trembling hand with both of his. For the first time, you realized that his hands are unnaturally cold. So cold, that it almost felt like you're touching a block of ice. Your unending loop of self negativity was broken by the unexpected temperature shock.

He leaned down a bit closer. "You are doing well."

Yves stated with such assurance, you released a breath of relief and felt the fear melt away. His thumbs massaged your hand for a few more seconds, just enough to calm you down further, but not long enough to make you uncomfortable.

When his grip loosened, you successfully took it as a cue to let go. He took a seat and gestured for you to do the same.

You braced yourself for the first interview question as the food isn't here yet. There was no menu, Yves already preordered the food. That was why he had contacted you a few days prior to ask about your dietary requirements and/or restrictions.

You expected every generic and obscure that a Human Resources department could ever come up with, repeating the lines in your head so you wouldn't mess up. You intently watch him part his soft lips to speak.

"How are you, (name)?"

You froze. You didn't take into account that he would test you on small talk. You didn't practice that.

So you stuttered and stumbled over your words, eventually giving him a generic "Good." Then, you immediately clammed up, waiting for his next response.

He smiled. It was kind and genuine. "That's wonderful to know. I am also doing well myself."

You cringed internally, realizing that you should have returned the question.

But before you could beat yourself up over it, he continued exchanging pleasantries with you. Talking about mundane topics about the weather, the restaurant, travelling, hobbies- it was boring, but you felt safer and safer as it went on.

You became comfortable because Yves eventually seemed human enough to recognize, as someone who wouldn't bite your head off at the first wrong move. An image of a caring gentleman who just happens to be reserved replaced the ruthless dictator-like persona you had for Yves in your head.

Your cousin was right, you were really stressing over nothing. It became so easy to talk to him that the tension in your shoulders was gone, your words now flow without stumbles and you can feel your anxiety medication course through your veins and finally doing it's job.

The way he puppets the conversation is so masterful, that you didn't even realize he had transitioned the topics to the actual interview. You still spoke to him so casually, as if he's your non-judgemental prude of a friend.

If it wasn't for Yves's conversational skills, you would have been malfunctioning over how you should hold your fork and knife. But you were eating like you always would; fast, slow, neat or slightly messy, it didn't matter. You stopped seeing Yves as a potential employer and more of a buddy.

The "interview" went on until the plates were cleared, including desserts. Waiters and waitresses took them away, you took that as your cue to stiffen up because the real interview is about to start.

You went through the same process of silently repeating your memorized answers to yourself, but this time with no pressure.

Only to be dumbfounded when Yves asked, "How soon can you start working with me?" implying that you somehow passed the interview that never happened.

There were a few moments of silence from you, trying to process it all. You end up asking him about the other questions you were expecting him to ask.

"I did ask about those earlier. I find that your responses reflect a personality best suited for this position." He folded his hands on his lap.

Then you realized, he actually did. All this time, you thought those were inconsequential small talk.

You were suddenly caught up in a decision paralysis, unable to come up with a clear choice immediately. Yves must have noticed this, as he took out a file from his designer handbag and a fountain pen.

"Are you available to start tomorrow?" He opened the file and put the contract in front of you.

And that was how you secured a high paying job with almost unbelievable fringe benefits: free accommodation (as it was much easier to work with him if you stayed in the same house), three free meals a day cooked by your boss, including whatever Yves has in his kitchen, a company car for private use (his personal car), and hell, he even covers your self-education expenses.

It was strange at first that Yves would cook. You expected him to have private chefs and servants to handle maintenance of his humble abode. But you quickly come to realize, the reason why he was so busy is precisely due to that. He would do all the chores himself, no matter how undignified you thought it was.

He makes his own tea and fixes a cup of your favourite beverage too. The free meals he whips up on the daily are healthy and delicious, there are no ultra processed foods in his house. He manages his own finances, so you don't know how much he earns or has in the bank.

Yves surprisingly loved doing such menial tasks- tasks that you were supposed to handle, becoming fussy when you tried doing some of them for him. He would send you away and tell you to stick to what you're instructed to do. Which was to arrange Yves's meetings with his business associates based on his packed schedules. And to reply to his emails and answer calls, the latter is rare but you're glad as it's so daunting to talk to other rich folks.

As days turn into months, you notice how Yves is such a damn recluse. He wouldn't leave the house unless he has to and he doesn't seem to have friends he would regularly hang out with. You don't even think he has friends he enjoys being around. No family either.

Your job eventually was to just be there for him. You were never bored despite having very little to do, because Yves would talk to you and bring you wherever you always wanted to go, all expenses paid out of his own pocket.

The downside to all of these was that he nags. He nags your ear off if you forgot to put on sunscreen for the day, he nags if you're bringing in candies into his pantry, he nags if you still hung out with that friend who spread nasty rumors about you and he nags if you're doing something he perceives as harmful towards yourself.

But you knew he genuinely cared about you and he also verbally confirmed it himself, as he considered you as someone awfully special to him. Unfortunately, his boldness developed some awkward feelings in you. Never in your life did you have some who gave a crap about you as much as Yves.

You had come to see him as a crush. It's hard to avoid him when you're living under the same roof, eating the same meals and hanging out with him as part of your job description.

Predictably, he quickly sniffed out that something was amiss, and he directly questioned you about it one random afternoon. It didn't take long for you to buckle under the stress he was putting on you with his unique, maternal-esque interrogation techniques. You spilled the beans, you told him everything no matter how painfully embarrassing it was.

You ended your speech with a hot face and a belief that he will fire you right after this.

Yves merely hummed in response. You hung your head low, bracing for impact.

However, the only impact you felt was a feathery, sweet peck on the cheek. Your head shot back up and stared at him with wide eyes, Yves was smiling with glee and serenity.

"Dinner will be ready at five, dear." He traced his fingers along your jawline and walked away to prepare a meal for two.

Of course, after you recovered from your stupor, you ran after him and began asking what exactly happened.

"You confessed your feelings for me, and I accepted it." He explained as he cupped both sides of your cheeks, rubbing them with his thumbs. "You are now my beloved partner. And if all goes well, eventually, my lawfully wedded spouse."

You couldn't coherently get your thoughts out, a million of them are firing through your mind and you're still struggling to process that your boss might feel the same way. And what does this mean for your job? It's definitely going to change now that you're romantically involved with him.

He then pulled you into a hug, holding you close and raking his fingers through your hair.

"One step at a time, my love. Do not overwhelm yourself." He kissed you on the crown of your head. You allowed yourself to melt in his arms, inhaling his comforting scent as he pets you.

And as it turns out, there isn't too much of a difference after Yves becomes your boyfriend. He still cooks and cleans, you still schedule his meetings for him. It's just that he would show his gratitude with forehead kisses now. And there is the addition of pet names.

You unlocked the option to sleep in the same bed as him, either in his room or yours. You almost immediately become secure enough to randomly cuddle up to him throughout the day. Likewise, he was comfortable enough to leave lipstick marks on your face whenever he feels like it.

He could be reading on the sofa, and you could lay your head on his lap with no problem at all. Yves would proceed to mindlessly massage your scalp.

Yves nags a lot less now, because he would simply apply sunscreen on you if you forgot, fix your clothes if it's messy, and basically baby you to an unbearable extent.

Except, it is bearable. Because if it wasn't, you wouldn't have let it slide for so long. And you wouldn't have allowed him to tie your shoelaces for you or wipe your snot away whenever you have the sniffles.

So, you still think Yves is a pretty swell boss and an amazing boyfriend. You felt like you hit the jackpot on this one and you couldn't have been luckier.

[ghu-leh]

♡♡ Indulgent Secondo HCs - Food related (because I truly believe this is one of his main ways to connect with loved ones ;-;)♡♡:

An excellent cook - he will create the most delicious dishes with the most high quality ingredients he is able to choose. Even if he gets his meals from the ministry's kitchen, he highly prefers to cook something for himself at the end of the day, if his energy allows it. It is a way for him to let loose and relax.

One of his favorite date plans is having his loved one visit his chambers after a long day at the ministry, in order to prepare a special meal together. It's a way to express his love and care for his beloved. Nurturing and, to a degree, seductive.

Pampers his lovers by having them sit on his lap to feed them, letting them try whichever dish he ordered for himself, dessert, and having them drink from his own glass as well. It's all part of his courtship.

Naturally, as a lover of the good cuisine, he will be picky about the restaurants he takes his dates, friends, or anyone for that matter. This does not necessarily mean he requires to go to an expensive restaurant; in fact, he prefers family owned places that are at a walking distance from the ministry. The welcoming and cheerful atmosphere of these places make him feel quite at ease, and he is always greeted with a smile by the owners that are well acquainted with his favorite dishes from their menus. They're always more than happy to make some small chat with Papa about the ministry's current affairs.

Absolute favorite customer of all the nonne that own these cute restaurants! If he or his beloved have leftovers to take home, they will always add a little extra. They think he's too skinny, so he better eats more!

All the Papas, as good Italians, are quite sensitive to the crimes committed against their traditional cuisine by the rest of the world; yet Secondo tends to be the most vocal and most honest about it. "Madonna mia!... Spaghetti with ketchup?! Pineapple on Pizza?! Cream on Carbonara?!?! are you trying to kill me, piccola? This is the equivalent of you spitting on my tomb!"

The following day he sends you a whole lunch box with freshly made food and a note that says "You're not allowed near the stove for the rest of the week - P.E II"

His favorite dessert is affogatto ('to drown') - an ice cream and espresso combination that mixes all sorts of flavors and textures. Hot and cold, bitter and sweet, black and white. Much like himself...

[abyssruler]

i love how u write the delinquent childe esp in the 711 diaries… he is everything i could ever want if it isn’t too much trouble can u write a little drabble of him?? idm the content <3

7-eleven diaries spin-off

childe x gn!reader

fluff, comedy-ish, friends to lovers, getting together, childe basically being your sugar daddy

from my other fic the 7-eleven diaries with hints of delinquent childe sprinkled in, sort of a continuation on childe’s part and what could’ve happened if he’d been more persistent. ok so i rarely ever actually write requests bc i’m too lazy but you bet if you request anything for childe i will most likely do it. i just love writing him

Your friend Ajax is a little strange—scratch that, he’s a lot strange.

“So, as I was saying, my friends and I are hosting a party at my house, and I’d really like it if you came.”

His eyes bore into you, a sort of blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean. It’s no wonder he intimidates a lot of people, his eyes alone could scare anyone with thalassophobia. Luckily for you, you don’t have much fear of anything besides failing class, which is why you’d have to turn down his offer.

“Can’t. I’ve got a test tomorrow.” You pick up a soda that’s frankly worth more than your entire week’s worth of allowance and scan it.

Ajax leans on the counter, blinking his eyes up at you in what he probably thought was cute, but really only managed in giving you the ick. “Aw, c’mon. Pretty please?”

“I’m charging you extra if you don’t stop bugging me.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding with a pout. But the calculating look on his face tells you that you should be on your guard for the next few days.

✧

You were correct.

Your classmate Ajax is annoying.

He’d gone from being a slight bother in the 7-eleven you work at to somehow being enrolled in your university and coincidentally sharing all of your classes. Even the ones that don’t have anything to do with his major.

“Hey, let’s have lunch together after class!” He accosts you while you were in the middle of placing your things back in your bag. You were about to say no, citing an excuse about meeting with a friend or finishing some unfinished homework, but your attention was caught when he adds, “Don’t worry about the money, I’ll pay for our food.”

And so you find yourself sitting at a high end restaurant, staring at a menu that lists the cheapest food possible as the exact amount of your monthly salary. Ajax remains unbothered by the price, watching you with his elbows on the table and fingers interlocked, chin resting on top of his hands and waiting for you to pick which one you’d like.

Well, he did say he was paying so…

You order the ones you’d have never been able to afford and, for good measure, an expensive cup of ice cream that would normally cost ten mora at any convenience store. He doesn’t even flinch when the bill is presented, only smiling like he’s having the best day as he hands his card to the waiter.

He even drives you home that day with his fancy car that looks just a little too polished for you to mistake his intentions. He’s bragging and trying to impress you.

And, well, consider yourself impressed.

✧

Your boyfriend Ajax is crazy.

Not even the fun kind of crazy, no. This is beyond insane, a catastrophe, borderline harassment—

“I’d like to dedicate this song to my lovely sugarpie who deserves the world and more!”

He’s standing outside your classroom window, a guitar in hand while his friends hold a microphone to his mouth and a speaker that would make even your university’s auditorium speakers sound like a whisper. People are staring, students and professors alike pointing at him and then to you, a grin on their faces whilst some of the older professors look scandalized.

Ajax remains smiling, singing the cringiest song you’ve ever heard in your life with his off-tune voice. Not even Venti made you feel this much second hand embarrassment.

With one final wink and a kiss he blows in your direction, he ends the song.

You hate Valentine’s Day.

(At least the chocolates and flowers were good.)

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 30

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

“You look beautiful.” 

“You can cut that out.” 

“Cut what out?” 

“This. This,” You waggled your finger at him, “Flirty, handsome, charming…schtick.” 

Harvey’s brows rose, smile widening as you raised your champagne flute to your lips. The cocktail party was fairly well-attended. You hadn’t been to anything so fancy since…Well, you’d never been to anything this fancy. 

“You agreed to come with me,” Harvey pointed out. “So I thought you liked the flirty, handsome, charming schtick. Which, for the record, is not a schtick.” 

“I agreed to come as a favor to Mike.” 

“A favor.” 

“Yes.” 

“You owed him one?” “No. Now he owes me one.”

Harvey’s brow furrowed, resting his elbow against one of the high tables and leaning against it. 

“Why’d you agree to come if you didn’t owe him?” He asked. You considered, looking down into your glass.

When Mike had called just a few hours ago, a plea in his voice as he plied, Look, I know you don’t like the guy much, but he’s—.You just don't know him well...C’mon, do me a solid. I’ll owe you forever. You might even have fun. There’s an open bar, and you can get all dressed up. You told me you need a good night out, right?, you hadn’t given it a second thought.

“Because you’re important to Mike, and Mike’s important to me,” You admitted, meeting Harvey’s eye. He was quiet for a moment, which made you prickle with nerves. You weren’t use to Harvey being quiet. It was almost as bad as Harvey talking. 

“...Do you love him?” Harvey asked after a moment. 

“Like a brother.” 

Harvey huffed a soft laugh before he nodded to your glass. 

“Drink up. Let’s go.” 

“What?” You frowned, shaking your head. 

“We’re gonna get out of here and get some real dinner.” 

“I agreed to the cocktail party, Specter.” 

“I’m paying.” 

“...You better be,” You mumbled, raising your glass to your lips and draining it. 

-- 

You were having fun. That was weird, and a little horrifying. Harvey Specter was the most irritating man in the world, so why were you…Smiling? And laughing? You hated this guy—This guy was incredibly hateable. He was insanely annoying, disgustingly smug, and stupidly hot, goddamnit. You hated this guy! You were supposed to hate this guy. 

Harvey had taken you to a small restaurant on the Upper East Side. There were ten tables total, and all of them were filled. You knew the place was expensive—the menu didn’t even have prices on it. The tables were fairly small, and the lighting was dim. Harvey was even more attractive by candlelight. 

It just wasn’t fair. 

“So,” Harvey folded his arms against the table as a waiter took away your emptied dinner plates, “Still against my…What was it….Gorgeous, amazing, clever, fascinating, brilliant, charming…schtick thing?” 

“Okay, only one of those adjectives was one that I used, and it was charming.” 

“I paraphrased.” 

“You deliberately twisted and embellished my words.” 

“I did not.” 

“I don't believe you for a second.” 

“You’re hurting my feelings.” 

“Awwww, poow wittle Hawvey.” 

“Keep it up and we’re splitting the check.” 

You chuckled softly, leaning back in your seat and taking up your glass of wine. 

“Still against it?” He pressed again. You sighed softly, averting your eyes. 

“Look, the few times we’ve met, you just seemed too…Slick.”

“Slick.” 

“Yes.” 

“Have you ever considered that might just be how I am?” 

“It’s not,” You insisted, shaking your head. “I mean…That’s Lawyer Harvey. That’s not the Harvey I’ve been talking to for the last couple of hours.” 

“It’s not?” 

“No. Lawyer Harvey is, like…Teflon. Things just slide off of him. That’s not you, that’s not what I’m seeing now. Unless this is the act,” You offered, waggling your finger at him. “And frankly…I don’t know which would be worse.”

Harvey watched you for a few long, curious moments, blinking and nodding slowly before he lowered his gaze to the tablecloth. Suddenly, you felt silly, spilling your thoughts to him like that. 

“You’re not who I thought you were, either,” Harvey offered after a moment. Your brow furrowed at the insistence. 

“Who did you think I was?” You shook your head. 

“A frigid little princess.” 

You scoffed out a stunned laugh at the admission. 

“You did not—!” 

“I did,” He nodded, “You were so quiet when we met, I figured you were just…”

“Frigid?” 

“Aloof, yeah.” 

“I’m shy, you asshole!” You laughed. Harvey grinned, laughing, too. You shook your head, taking a sip before setting your glass of wine back on the table. 

“Still feeling shy?” Harvey teased. 

“I’m starting to,” You mumbled, scrubbing your hand over your rapidly-heating face. When you glanced up again, you found Harvey watching you closely. 

“What do you say we skip dessert here, go grab a drink somewhere else?” He asked.

“Are you trying to wine and dine me, Mr. Specter?” 

“Already got the dine part in.” 

“And some of the wine part, if we’re being fair. Where were you thinking?” 

“Well, I chose this place, why don’t you choose where we go next?” 

“Ah…I don’t know, I don't think you’d like the places I go.”

“I bet I’d love them.” 

It was a soft murmur, leveled at you with a warm gaze. It made your stomach flip and twist with surprise. This was bad. This was getting worse. You were supposed to hate this guy. This was bad. This was very bad. 

-- 

This was very, very bad. You shouldn’t have suggested this place. It was one of your favorite bars—a nautically themed boozy dive in SoHo. The place was hopping, which was no great surprise on a Friday night. You got the last available stool at the bar, so Harvey was standing behind you. But it being so busy meant that you and Harvey were pressed insanely close together. He had to lean over your shoulder, bracketing your body with his hands against the bar as he yelled a drink order at the bartender over the thud of music and the din of conversation. Once he’d ordered, you expected him to lean away from you—but Harvey stayed pressed up close. 

“Come here often?” He asked into your ear. You chuckled softly, nudging his side lightly before you leaned back against him. You turned your head back toward him, fingers flexing in the bar as his lips brush your cheek.

“Don’t be a dick, I like this place,” You argued.

“I’m not being a dick!” 

“No?”

“I like it, too.” Harvey shifted from foot to foot, hands sliding along the bar, tightening around your middle marginally. Your face went warm with the murmur, the tease around his tone, and the brush of his lips and breath against your cheek. 

“You sure you’re not just being nice?” 

Harvey chuckled, hands lowering from the bar to rest on your thighs. 

“Sweetheart, I’m never nice.” 

Your hands tightened on the bar, squeezing to fight off a shiver that he’d surely feel. The two of you turned your attention to the bartender as he set your drinks down. You batted Harvey’s arm in protest as he reached into his pocket. 

“I’ve got it,” You insisted, sliding your hand into your clutch. 

“No, c’mon—” 

“Don’t c’mon me. You got dinner, I’m getting this. It’s like, less than a fraction of what you paid, I’m sure,” You insisted as you passed your card over the bar. Harvey pressed against your back to reach his drink, murmuring a thank you against the shell of your ear, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. You did shiver a little then, unable to help it. 

Harvey Specter was definitely a bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing—and you couldn't even bring yourself to be mad at it. You took up your drink, clicking it lightly against his before you leaned back against him a touch. He hummed at the movement, sliding his arm from your thigh to curl around your middle, keeping you close. He thumbed the fabric of your dress, shifting from foot to foot again, rocking you slightly as he moved. 

“Is it good?” You asked, turning your head to catch sight of him. 

“It is. Would you like a taste?” 

“Sure.” 

You set your glass down, and are prepared to take his. But Harvey leaned in, lips brushing against yours. You stilled, heart leaping into your throat. 

This was a very, very, very bad idea. You were supposed to hate this guy. 

You tipped your chin up toward his, chest tightening with nerves. Some part of you, a part that seemed to have not fully registered the last few hours left with this guy, was worried that Harvey was going to pull away and start laughing, teasing you for falling for it.

That part of you went completely quiet as Harvey took gentle hold of your jaw. He slipped his tongue past your parted lips. Your eyes slid closed, tongue smoothing along his. You set your drink down carefully before you raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek. You could taste Harvey’s drink on his tongue—the mingle of bourbon, simple syrup, and mint. You drew back just a touch, looking up at him. There was something in the dark pools of his eyes, something warm and wanting that you’d seen just a flash of when he’d arrived to pick you up. Harvey leaned back a bit more, grasping the bottom of your stool and turning you to face him. 

He hardly gave you a second to settle before he leaned in again, catching your lips with his. You slid your arms around his middle, struggling to spread your legs against the fabric of your dress, trying to make more room for him to press up against you. He broke your kiss with a frustrated grunt, looking around for a moment. Then he reached behind you, grabbing your clutch from the purse hook and taking your hand. You slid off of the stool with a surprised squeal, letting Harvey lead you deeper into the bar, through the throng of people. 

You cast a nervous glance around as Harvey yanked the bathroom door open, tugging you inside. You were sure at least two people saw the two of you go in—I mean, they had to, didn't they? How could no one have noticed?

Still, your panic melted as Harvey tugged and locked the door behind the two of you. He flung your clutch toward the sink (something you were sure to take issue with later) before he took your face in his hands, drawing you into his chest. You groaned, hooking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. The kiss broke with a slick suck as Harvey dipped his head, pressing plush kisses along your neck. You shoved the suit jacket on his shoulders, pushing it off. He shook it away, letting it fall to the floor before his hands cupped your cheeks, his chin lifting to meet your lips in another kiss. He lowered his hand to paw at your breasts, grasping and squeezing them. You arched up into the touch, hands fumbling to open his belt. You reach down, palming his cock through his suit pants. 

“Fuck,” He mumbled against your lips, swiping his thumb over the hardening peak of one of your nipples beneath the fabric of your dress. 

“We should—I mean, quickly,” You insisted between kisses, “Bar this busy, someone’s gonna have to—Sooner or later.”

“Probably sooner,” Harvey agreed. You slid your foot out, drawing his jacket toward you before you lowered yourself to your knees. Harvey watched you with a hint of surprise as you unfastened his pants, drawing them down around his thighs. You grasped his hardening cock, stroking it before you leaned in, taking him into your mouth. Harvey groaned softly, resting his hand on the back of your head. You weren't surprised as he began to guide your movements. You went as he liked, humming softly as you swept your tongue along the head of his cock.

After a few moments, he used his hold on your head to lean you off, urging murmurs of, “Up. Get up, c’mon,” Falling from his lips. You did as he said, a little unsteady on your feet as Harvey guided you backward, nudging you into the sink. You drew in a shocked surprise as your ass slid down into the bowl, cushioned by your clutch. Harvey kissed you ravenously as his hands shoved up the fabric of the skirt of your dress. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, drawing them down and off until they were dangling off of one of your ankles. 

You expected him to reach down, to guide himself in, but he dropped to his knees, hooking his arms around your waist and drawing you forward. Harvey lapped at you with a luxurious slowness, as if your ass wasn’t pushed into a dirty bar sink. Your head tipped back against the dirty, tagged and stickered mirror, eyes slipping shut and mouth falling open as he swirling his tongue in achingly slow circles around your clit. You slid a hand into his hair, guiding him as you liked, and grinning when he let out a hum of encouragement. 

“Fuck, Harvey,” You whined, hips pressing down against the tantalizing sweep of his lips and tongue. You whined as he drew away, blinking up at him hazily as he straightened to stand over you. You hooked your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, peering down between the two of you as he grasped his cock. He teased it along the slick, aching seam of your pussy before he gently eased himself in. You drew a short hiss in through your teeth, your hips tipping down against him as you took him in fully. 

“Fuck,” You mumbled again, eyelashes fluttering as you adjusted.

“Still hating my schtick?” Harvey murmured, curling over you, lips brushing yours. 

“Still finding me frigid?” You batted back, fighting the urge to giggle. 

“Not one bit, princess.” 

Lust and irritation twined together at the pet name, stunned by the warmth he said it with. Harvey set his hands on the walls behind you, bracing himself as he began to grind his hips against yours. You whimpered, fighting to keep your eyes open, and your gaze intently on his. You raised your hands, setting them on either side of his neck. 

“You feel so fucking good,” You breathed. 

“You think this is good now,” Harvey grinned devilishly, “Wait til I get you in bed.” 

You couldn’t stop your grin, fingers tightening as he picked his pace up. A moan slipped out of your throat as Harvey lowered a hand, swiping at your sensitive, throbbing clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, Harvey—” 

“Almost there?” He murmured. 

“Ye–yes, Harvey, shit—”

“Good. Sooner we cum, sooner I can bring you home and lay you out properly.” 

The insistence made that little coiling feeling in your belly tighten. 

“Almost,” You warned, “Just—” You reached down, grasping his wrist and holding it steady as you fucked down against his fingers and cock. His eyes swept your face, jaw tightening as his thrusts became less and less controlled. You nodded hurriedly eyes sliding shut as Harvey bowed over you, whining as your orgasm swelled and crested. Your bodies ground and pressed tightly together as you each came sharply. 

“...Okay,” Harvey mumbled into your neck. “Let’s grab my jacket and get out of here.”

“My card is still behind the bar.” 

“We’ll get it tomorrow.” 

“But they’ll charge me extraaaaaaa,” You whined. Harvey grunted. 

“Drop in the bucket compared to what I paid for dinner.” 

“Hey, you chose to take me there. You could’ve taken me to McDonald’s.”

“You would’ve told Mike. I never would’ve lived it down." 

You opened your mouth to argue, but Harvey’s brows rose. You grinned, unable to help it. 

“Yeaaaaah, I would’ve,” You agreed, giggling. 

“Jacket,” Harvey insisted, “And then I’m taking you home. C’mon,” He drew away from you. “Sooner we go, the sooner you can enjoy my schtick some more.”

“And I am never going to live that down,” You grumbled, carefully climbing out of the sink. You reached back, wincing at the sight of your dampened clutch.

"I can't believe you threw it in the sink, Specter."

"I didn't hear you complaining when I did it."

"I was a little preoccupied."

"Oh yeah? With what?"

Looking up at Harvey, you found that knowing smirk on his lips—the same you'd seen earlier that evening. Now, it didn't make you prickle with annoyance. It made interest swirl in your belly. You reached up, gripping Harvey by his collar ad drawing him in for a kiss. He groaned, curling his arms around your middle and drawing you in. You grinned, leaning back to look at him after one more peck.

"With that."

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Flufftober Day 23 | A beautiful collection

Pairing | Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

Word count | ~ 840 words

Summary | Every time you and Ari visit a new place together during a vacation, you two search for the silliest magnet to add to your growing collection. Usually, you're the one who bring them home, but this time, Ari has found a rather special one that you want to keep forever.

Warning(s) | None.

Prompt(s) | 23. Trinket | @flufftober

A/n | This one shot is written for day 23 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge. I'm a huge fan of collecting silly magnets, so this is a nice and self-indulgent fic for once! I hope you will enjoy it just as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

You have loved collecting magnets ever since you could walk, and you always find the silliest, most special ones in every city and country you visit.

Your fridge is nearly filled with magnets from all over the world, either collected by yourself or with your boyfriend, Ari. Since you two started dating a little over four years ago, your collection has grown exponentially, and today, you will add one more: a special one, this time.

''Peach? Can you c'mere for a second?'' Ari says as he emerges from the kitchen and wanders into the living room. He sits in the big armchair he usually occupies, and you come to straddle his thick, broad thighs that you love so much.

''What's up, Buttercup?'' you say in a cheery voice, and Ari can't fight back the grin on his face as he shakes his head.

'''S a good thing I love you,'' he murmurs before mentioning what he wanted to tell you.

''I have something for you, Peach. And I want you to bring it with you on our upcoming vacation,'' he says as he grabs a small, square box from the table beside the chair, giving it to you.

''Can I open it now, or do I have to wait until we're there?'' you ask him, your curiosity already taking over. He nods, and you open the box, pulling out a magnet of the opera house in Syndey, Australia.

''Did you plan this trip without me, Ari?'' you say with a slight pout, which he swiftly kisses away. He wants this vacation to be memorable, and he has his reasons for doing it this way.

''I did, but I have my reasons for it. I won't tell them to you now, because you will find out when we're there. Before we do, you can get your nails and hair done and buy a brand-new outfit for dinner. You can do all that with my card because I want to treat my girl this time,'' he says, and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

''A-Are you sure? That will be expensive on top of the vacation...'' you say as your voice lowers slightly in volume. Growing up, you've never had much money, so you're still not quite used to letting Ari spoil you like this occasionally.

''I'm sure, Peach. You deserve to be treated like the Queen you are,'' he says, and you put the magnet to the side before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

The week before your vacation, you get your hair done and your nails painted in a purple design. That same day, you also pick out a black and white maxi dress and white gladiator sandals to finish the look.

A week later, you find yourself in a beautiful restaurant looking out over the Opera House, the magnet sitting securely in the bag you brought.

You are in your white outfit, and Ari is also decked out in a light outfit. This vacation was nothing short of perfect the last few days, but this night will change everything.

You didn't pick out a white dress for nothing; you had a hunch of what would happen tonight. You wanted to give him a taste of what it would look like. You dressed in white, and when you showed Ari the dress earlier this evening, you didn't miss the little sparkle in his eyes.

It was almost time to order dessert, but before you could pick up the menu that displayed all the delicious, decadent desserts, Ari cleared his throat slightly, his hand stretched out so you could lay yours in his.

''Peach, I knew you were special from the moment I met you. You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner and more. I love spending time with you and can't imagine my life without you. I promise to make you laugh, always be there for you when you need me, and never take you for granted. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives.''

As he's telling you all this, you know your hunch was correct, and when Ari stands up while motioning you to get up as well, you can't help but let a little sniffle escape.

''You are the most special person in my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" he asks, popping open a small black velvet box with a silver engagement ring.

''Oh my god, Ari! Yeah, yes, I'll marry you!'' you exclaim, and Ari stands to his full height before putting the ring on your finger and kissing you passionately.

People around you applaud, and as soon as you two finally let go of one another, you hear congratulations from all over the restaurant.

Suddenly, the magnet Ari bought you made sense. It was a clue; from now on, it would be the perfect addition to your beautiful collection of fridge magnets.

[thatmooncake]

What is your opinion on the books hinting that Moon shouldn't have existed but the Faz-pads most expensive menu items is moon themed? And the posters, plushies, and the infamous sphere? I loved your other 'rant' (for lack of a better term in my sleep deprived mind) and it got me thinking...

I’m guessing you mean the Moon that appears in The Bobbiedots who was originally built to be the “dark side” of Sun and once worked as a theatre animatronic?

Okay spoilers for The Bobbiedots, Somniphobia and Security Breach and some rambling thoughts ahead:

In short, I think the books’ canon (even from one book to another like say Bobbiedots and Somniphobia) and the games’ canon are more like AUs of each other than anything else, so basically different explanations will be given in different stories to fit that book or game in particular. So, Bobbiedots Moon wasn’t meant to exist in the daycare, but it looks like Security Breach Moon was. That said, I LOVE exploring the different versions of Moon and how he’s used in different stories, so if anyone wants to take the long scenic route with me, here we go!

Bobbiedots Moon

Theatre kid extraordinaire. A little too committed to the bit. Bobbiedots Moon doesn’t fit in his world - not in the daycare anyway. In The Bobbiedots, they’re busy dealing with an evil apartment. They don’t have time for poor Moon, no matter how badly he wants them to sleep.

Bobbiedots Moon feels like a bit of a throwback to the animatronics in Sister Location who had all these “interesting” design choices, like a stomach hatch for storing children (which totally wasn’t going to be used for evil, come on guys …).

In Moon’s case, he’s so good at being a pantomime villain (which is what he was made for from what we can tell - who bets he got booed because the kids wanted the sun to come back up and when the lights went out they’d fake snore and he’d go hunting down the naughty ones who couldn’t help but laugh?) that he’s no good in the daycare (personally I think the staff just weren’t imaginative enough in that universe to do naptime, or to appreciate the charm of a weird clown telling off wobbling toys for not sleeping when his recognition sensors inevitably failed him because they couldn’t be bothered to fix their broken animatronics). And he’s easy to exploit because he’s so committed to his role.

I don’t think Moon was evil by default when he worked at the theatre - at least not beyond his villainous role. He had an audience of probably more people than he could grab, and I’m guessing Freddy’s wanted repeat performances so their customers would keep coming back. Did he kidnap a child or two when the lights went out and everyone was confused? Maybe, if he was virus-riddled enough. Did he become a lot more unstable when he and Sun were moved to the daycare? Probably, but it’s not his fault he was an afterthought in a cheapo organisation that seems to think using precariously-placed backup generators is a better solution to their problems.

Security Breach Moon

Meanwhile, the Security Breach version of Moon has a TON of merch, a dish at the restaurant (Masa-Moondrop curry, yum! 💖 By the way, I totally recommend checking out this recipe ), and even his own little candy adverts. He’s on a statue, balloons, plushies, and even on the daycare pass right next to Sun. It would take a LOT of accidental advertising to put Moon all over the place if he wasn’t supposed to exist in Security Breach.

I think that, unlike the Bobbiedots Moon, Security Breach Moon was supposed to exist. Like you said, he’s got merch everywhere. It’s a big deal. And Moon’s merch matches all of Sun’s merch, so to me it makes sense that in the backstory of the game’s universe they both had a friendly role to play (I can’t imagine why they’d make a Moon plush with no one to hug him. The thought makes me sad. It also seems like a bad business move on their part so I’m opting to believe he was originally meant to be a friend to the kids).

But it looks like things took a turn at some point (as they so often do in the FNAF universe), as Security Breach also has the cheapo lighting in place, and Sun is pretty adamant that we don’t wake up Moon. And in this case it’s pretty clear that Moon has been infected by the Afton virus. He sounds like a bot with just one thing on his mind: putting you to bed at all costs.

Moon is a major player as far as the evil Afton operation goes in the game too. They picked a perfect bot to do their dirty work. He’s super strong - he knocked out Freddy and dragged him away with no problems. He’s also super agile - he can navigate all the tight twists and turns in the Daycare with relative ease (I pointedly ignore the version in my game while I make this statement as he seemed to spend most of his time getting stuck in the tunnels and slides kekeke). And he always seems to know where you are - the Glamrocks wander until they have you in their sights, but Moon makes a beeline for you the moment he can get his hands on you even if you’re inside Freddy’s stomach compartment. He works in the dark when no one can see him coming. He’s basically the perfect replacement for the night staff and makes it a million times easier to capture wayward kids.

There are also a lot of hints in the game that suggest that Security Breach Moon might have actually been reprogrammed to respond this way, and/or that he was used to reprogram the others.

The back areas with the endos are FULL of Moon merch, advertising, and so on. There are also a lot of posters teaching the animatronic endos how to behave, as well as a little room that looks a LOT like a little replica of the daycare play area. I’m pretty sure that this is where the animatronics (or at least the virus-riddled endos) were reprogrammed to capture children - maybe including Moon.

(There are a million things I could say about this poster and how it bears a strong resemblance to a bunch of things from earlier games but that’s for another time and another ramble …)

Somniphobia Moon

Meanwhile, over in Somniphobia, we have Moondrop’s dream sphere, where Moon ponders his orb, or perhaps his new friends who are now trapped inside it forever since it seems like he’s been stealing more than a few souls over there.

The dream sphere is not mentioned in The Bobbiedots or seen in Security Breach as far as I can tell. Whether it exists or not in those universes is open to interpretation, but it serves a clever purpose in Somniphobia. In this book, our favourite uncanny night jester spends his time luring unsuspecting victims into the dreamscape slowly without them realising. The protagonist actually has a few opportunities to escape the pull of the orb, but he just can’t put the dream sphere down because it takes him back to his favourite memories with his (now dead) father, and it makes their time together feel so real.

The dream sphere is advertised as a study guide, and it’s popular with older kids and teens. (Moon has the range). Our regular chase-you-down-and-force-you-to-sleep Moon is nowhere to be found in Somniphobia (whether he exists at the plex in the daycare or anywhere else in that universe is anybody’s guess) and instead we have sweet little Moondrop from the dream sphere who doesn’t speak but will let you see your wildest dreams. At the cost of your mind, which is now going to live in a sphere I guess or be harvested.

Can you befriend the little Moondrop from the dream sphere? Does he know he’s part of a creepy soul-stealing operation? The book doesn’t really say, but if he’s anything like most of the other animatronic/AI characters in the FNAF universe, I’d be willing to wager he’s just doing his job (showing people what they want to see) and being used as a prop for more nefarious soul-snatching schemes. (Curse you Fazbear Entertainment for giving us this funny little guy in a magic snowglobe and making him steal our souls along with our hearts!)

Conclusion

Essentially, I think Moon is being used in basically all the universes he appears in because he’s so perfectly built for capturing and retrieving wayward souls, but the way he’s being used differs a little between universes. In some universes it’s just not as convenient to have him showing up in front of a large audience thanks to his programming, but when the lights inevitably go out he has a tendency to show up nonetheless!

[kining-the-evil]

I have a request, if that's ok for you. I would like to request smut with howard stark x fem!reader, they're already a couple, maybe morning sex or something. Thank you, I love him, he's so cute 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Missing The Sunrise

Summary: Howard decides You should stay in bed a little longer today

An: I love Howard in Agent Carter so much 😍

Warnings: soft smut, lazy morning sex, puppy dog love

You started every day the exact same way. You’d wake up while it was still dark and untangle yourself from your boyfriend. You’d get ready, go for a run while the sun rose, and make it back home to have breakfast with Howard before he’d have to go to work. And you didn’t intend to change that today.

You opened your eyes slowly, your body naturally waking up. A glance at your clock told you it was time to get moving. Howard’s arms were loosely wrapped around you, both of your body’s still naked from your activities the night before. You attempted to get up but the arms tightened.

“Ive got to get up,” you hummed.

“You really don’t.” You felt his breath on the back of your neck, tickling you lightly. You rolled over to face him, his eyes barely open from sleep. “What time is it even?”

“Around five.” He made a face at your answer making you laugh. “It’s not that early.”

“It hurts me That You think That.” He pulled you into a gentle kiss, which you happily reciprocated. The kiss stayed gentle, but You You Could feel him getting hard against your leg.

“Really?”

“Oh come on, you can spare a few extra minutes in beds.” His hands started to roam about your body, separating your legs lightly to run a finger over your entrance. “Already wet, the famous stark charm working?”

“This is going to throw off my whole schedule.” Your breath caught in your throat as two of his fingers pushed into you.

“I was Never one to stick to a schedule.” He continued to wirk his fingers into you, watching your response as you moaned lightly. After a particularly Hard thrust Your Hand went down to grip his wrist. “What are you going to miss if I rock your world.”

Despite his fingers that were still inside you, you laughed at his wording. “I’ll miss the sunrise.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I can promise this will be so much better then a sunrise.” He moved so he was hovering over you.

“It better,” You whispered. Your Arms went up to wrap around his neck, one running through his hair lightly.

He lined himself up with your entrance, thrusting in slowly. “Fuck, feel so good,” he groaned in your ear. He set a slow, almost lazy pace, making you thrust your hips up to meet him.

“Please~” your breath was mixing with his as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Please what? You’ve got to be specific sweetheart.”

“Need to cum,” you whined.

“Me too. Come on, cum for me.” With a final thrust you came undone, and the feeling of you cumming had him releasing his load into you.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled as he flopped onto the bed next to you.

You spent the next hour in bed before finally getting up with him. Howard, for the first time in a while, made the two of you breakfast while you sat outside with a cup of coffee. It was warm enough to only be wearing underwear and one if his button ups.

“Gorgeous.” You glanced up to see Howard holding two plates as he came out side.

“Im still mad about the sunrise,” you mentioned as you took one of the plates.

“Well, Im staying home today. So how about I make it up by having mind altering sex all day and them taking you out to the nicest restaurant in town?” He sat next to you, kissing your head lightly.

“Fine, but im getting the most expensive thing on the menu.” He chuckled at your comment, giving you a real kiss this time.

“Thats my girl.”

[finniestoncrane]

Perfect Day

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: eddie has the absolute worst luck planning for your valentine's day together, but it ends well at least! 🐀💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, fluff, breeding kink

Valentine’s Day had to be perfect. At least in Eddie’s mind. And this one held far more weight than any others might, because it was your first Valentine’s Day together, and Eddie’s first ever Valentine’s Day that he was spending with someone he cared about. Someone who was willing to spend the most romantic holiday with him as their partner. Because of this, and because he was so consumed and influenced by media, the only representations of love he had for company before he met you, he had convinced himself that if it wasn’t the most romantic, completely perfect in every single way, kind of day, that he would have failed you. And you deserved more than that. You deserved everything. So, Eddie had great plans, visions of exactly how the day would go, what he would do, what you would say, how you would feel. But, much like everything else that Eddie experienced in life, nothing went the way he intended it to.

It started with the card. He didn’t want it to be some sort of rehashed version of one of the ones he had taunted the Batman with. It had to be perfect for you. It needed to just scream You and Eddie if it was going to be worth it at all. But not a single shop in the whole of the city were offering anything that came close to being good enough for you.

Your first Valentine’s Day together had to be special. It had to be memorable, wonderful, good enough for you. Because if he could never be truly sure that he himself was good enough, he could at least try and make sure that everything he did was.

In a bid to see his vision come to fruition, he made an attempt at making his own, but his attempts felt clumsy, childish. With trembling hands, covered in glue and paper cuts, he worked away at over twenty designs. Not one of them were worthy of giving to you. In his mind, he knew what he wanted. But unfortunately, the world, nor he himself, could conjure up the perfection he was looking for.

Sweet, soft, beautiful, peachy, the sun when it shone in rays through the clouds, a familiar sound like a lilting song. Those were the things he thought of when he pictured you in his head. And nothing could be as good as you were, which he realised was the first hurdle in making everything perfect. It could never live up to you or what you deserved.

And everything else fell in line with that first disappointment.

By the time he had decided on an activity which would make the day memorable. In the end, Eddie settled for the classic. A romantic meal, expensive, somewhere that served your favourite food. But when he had finally completed his research, saved enough money, there were no tables left. Things book up fast in Gotham, especially when every other day another restaurant is destroyed in a fire, a bombing, a mafia related shoot out.

He'd even wandered around the city going door to door at any establishment that looked like it had a kitchen, begging them, offering an absurd amount of money, if they could just cater to the specific menu he had in mind. Something that would satisfy you, make you feel special, to let you know how precious you were to him. On several occasions, he had considered taking to his stream, begging his followers. But he felt that it might undermine him.

Eddie had made a note of several business owners and restauranteurs who were a bit too stuffy for his liking. He’d get his revenge on them later for ruining your Valentine’s Day. Although, when he stopped to think about, he was mostly angry at himself. He hadn’t though it through properly, or he had, but he’d overthought it. He was to blame, completely and entirely. No one else. And sure, swift revenge in the form of bashing and blood might temporarily make him feel like he had gotten some of his anger and disappointment out, someone to put the blame on briefly so he could go back to planning, he knew it would all fall apart again either way. The crushing guilt. The sadness. It was pretty ordinary for him, he realised. Why bother trying to fight it?

Finally, in a desperate bid to succeed in providing you with a romantic evening of your favourite foods, Eddie, somewhat foolishly, decided that he would cook for you. In a last minute rush, he had almost crashed on his way to the supermarket on the thirteenth of February. The only time he had free now, since he had waited until the last possible minute in hopes of finding a reservation somewhere. He’d even thought about finding a couple who had a reservation and then disposing of them. He’d make you happy, by any means necessary. But, he realised that the effort involved would take far more time than he had.

Desperately, frantically, searching the aisles for ingredients, he collected them all up in his arms, paid for them with the meagre money he had in his account, and headed home to take stock of what he had managed to accumulate. Although, upon stock taking his provisions, he realised he had missed several key ingredients. It would be fine though, he was sure. He wasn’t much of a chef anyway, he could barely cook instant noodles right. He relied on you so heavily for his sustenance and nutrition. The least he could do, he felt, was extend that gift to you just this once.

All day on the fourteenth, Eddie stayed at home, trying to learn how to cook on a whim and failing miserably. By the time you returned home from work in the evening, he had already made several iterations of the same meal, each one of them ever so slightly better than the last, but nowhere near the standard of cooking you were used to, or that you deserved.

You walked through the door, intrigued by the smell. Ingredients you recognised, but they smelled… wrong.

“Hey, Eddie! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Hey! You’re early…”

You moved to kiss him, planting a soft, warm kiss on his cheek which was flushed and coated in sweat.

“I thought I would come to your place straight after work. I missed you today! It’s love day, Eddie. Besides, I don’t mind waiting around. What are our plans for this evening? I know you said it was going to be amazing, and I don’t doubt that for a second, but I’m just curious!”

“Uh…”

Eddie shifted nervously in front of the stove, trying to cover the pots and pans, but you giggled at him.

“I figure it has something to do with that delicious smell? Edward Nashton, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were cooking me a romantic dinner.”

You cocked your eyebrow at him, smiling playfully, so touched by the fact that he would go to all of that trouble for you instead of just taking you to a restaurant like every other guy.

“I’m… well, that was the plan. I’m trying to cook something at least.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“No! No… I’m doing this for you. You sit down and get comfy. Put on a show. I’ll be waiting on you hand and foot this evening.”

“Oh my, Mister Nashton, I’m so flattered.”

You blew him a kiss, blinking your eyelashes at him flirtatiously before you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable on his sofa. But your rest and relaxation were short-lived, as you started watching Eddie out of the corner of your eye, soon shifting so you could see him better, monitoring what he was doing. It was impossible not to try and keep an eye on him. He clattered every pot, dropped so much cutlery, and sighed continuously, muttering to himself in annoyance or stress, you couldn’t determine which.

“You good?”

You called out from the sofa, your voice carrying over the sound of steam and bubbling, the metallic clattering, and Eddie’s heavy breathing. He shouted back.

“Yes! All good!”

But he didn’t sound good. And it didn’t smell good either in the apartment. Something was burning, and you weren’t sure Eddie was aware of it yet.

“Is… that smells almost done, huh?”

“What?”

“I said, whatever is in the oven it smells-”

“Oh f- fudge… Damn it!”

Eddie hissed in pain, letting out a small yelp as he opened the oven door, the handle burning his hand, the tray that whatever the charred remains were supposed to be burning it further. He tossed everything onto the kitchen island, watching the blackened crumbs spreading everywhere. You tried to smile at him, to reassure him or comfort him, but beyond him at his back you could see a disaster emerging.

“Oh, Eddie! The… Eddie the pot!”

He turned quickly, letting out what would have been a comical scream had the situation not been so unpleasant and serious. The sauce in the pot had bubbled over the hob completely, and a thick, dark smoke was beginning to rise up, threatening to set off the smoke alarm. But he caught it just in time. Not enough to save the dish, but enough to save your ears from the screaming assault.

Eddie tossed the dish towel he held in his hands on the floor and leaned back against the cabinet. He tossed his head back dramatically, smacking it on the cabinet behind him and letting it droop forward again, uttering one dismal, silent, defeated word.

“Ow.”

You got up quickly, rushing over to him, a tiny giggle escaping at how sweet he was, but concern painted over your face as you reached him, lifting his chin up to look in his eyes.

“Oh, my sweet Eddie! Are you ok?”

“Just a bump.”

You tutted, pulling his gaze back to yours as he tried to look away, staring at his feet which shuffled awkwardly on the ground.

“I mean in general… you seem awfully stressed. Is anything wrong?”

He sighed, unable to keep any modicum of truth from you when he stared into your sweet eyes. He could feel himself melting away, his insecurities, his worries. It was like you could defrost the chill that he permanently lived under. Enough, at least, that he could be open and vulnerable, and honest. In a flurry of words, he let everything out.

“I… I just… I wanted everything to be perfect for today because I feel like I have a very tenuous grasp on you not that I have a grasp no you, you can leave whenever you want, but I’d like it if you didn’t leave because you’re the very best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t deserve you but I thought if I could make you happy and give you a perfect Valentine’s Day that you might think I was worth it, all the trouble and the effort, but I couldn’t even do that so if you feel like you want to just let me go then you should because you deserve better than I could give you even at my best, which I don’t even think I’m capable of living up to anymore.”

He stopped, taking in a huge breath, shuddering and trembling with it as he let it go on the exhale.

“And I didn’t even get you a back-up gift.”

You took a deep breath in yourself, trying not to take the weight he had placed on himself onto your own shoulders. You needed to reassure him, help him lessen the burden on his own so that he knew that anything he did was good enough for you in future.

Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing slowly with him until you could feel his heart rate slow down.

“Eddie, it’s ok. Really, it is. There’s no need for you to get so worked up, not like this. Everything you did tonight was perfect, and do you know why?”

He shook his head, dejected, sullen, almost child-like. And you realised you were staring at the soul of a child who had never been told he was good enough as he was. Not by friends, or teachers, or the nuns at the orphanage.

“Because you tried, Eddie. And that alone is enough to make me feel wanted, and loved, and appreciated.”

You punctuated those three words with a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back to plant your lips on his for a quick second before you squeezed his hands and continued, noticing that his smile was making its first appearance of the evening.

“It’s really ok. You’re everything I want. If I could, I’d have you sitting still and not doing anything, that would make me happy enough. Anything else you do, and I really mean anything, including your little criminal escapades, is just extra toppings on the huge, sweet sundae that you already are. Yeah?”

He nodded a little, his cheeks flushing pink, smile hard to suppress even though he was trying to.

“Besides… I really only wanted one thing from tonight.”

He looked up at you, suddenly worried, as though he was going through the list of possibilities he hadn’t considered yet. Engagement? A surprise vacation? Something simple like a box of chocolates and a stuffed bear?

But you calmed those nerves quickly, leaning in to kiss him, passionately, tender, a little bit forceful even as you brought your hands to his chest, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer to you. When you broke it off, parting your lips from his and smiling at him, eyes half-closed, sultry and suggestive, he still looked confused.

“So you… oh… oh!”

You nodded, giggling at his sweet, surprised face, and trailing him back towards the bedroom by his hands, leading him through the hallway and never breaking eye contact. He still looked a little bit hesitant, as though he was worried he might have got the wrong end of the stick, but you wouldn’t let his low self-confidence trick him into thinking you didn’t desire him completely, and as you walked, you let go of his hands, undressing yourself bit by bit, until you were at the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, once Eddie was well aware of your intentions and had calmed down a bit, you started undressing him, removing his shirt one button at a time, slow, painfully so, but he waited patiently. His eyes were glazed over, and you realised that all of the tension was leaving him as he stood, thoughtless, completely under your spell, waiting for the next step.

But the passivity wore off once he was standing shirtless and he was watching you remove the remaining articles of your own clothing, sliding out of your panties last and sitting back on the bed. You reached for his hands, grabbing them and pulling him forward, towards you, then into you, where you nuzzled his chest before pulling him on top of you on the edge of the bed.

He leaned against the edge of the mattress, kneeling on it slightly, as he traced the edges of your body, fingers finding comfort in your skin, arms wrapped around you, holding you, his palms kneading at your soft, supple skin as he moaned into your neck. He draped kisses over you like soft satin, letting his tongue warm your skin, softly exhaling over the wet patches, tingling, sending shiver over your entire body.

One of his hands left you, and the instant twang of desertion was quickly replaced by anticipation as you realised he was reaching for his cock. Craning your neck to watch him, your pupils dilated, breath shuddering as he gripped the thick shaft, teasing his hand up and running his thumb over the sticky, flushed head. You dragged your fingers up over his chest, settling them on his shoulders and pulling him closer, giving him just enough time to position himself against you before he slid between your walls, buried deep in you at first thrust.

“Fuck… Eddie…”

There was a brief moment of pause as he clumsily pulled himself out of you, reaching to place his palm against your cheek.

“Sorry… are you ok? Was that too… hard?”

“No, it was amazing, good… It felt… so good…”

Even in the dim light you could see his proud, almost smug, grin forming at the compliment, the ego stroke of knowing he felt good inside of you, at least as much for you as it did for him. And with the encouragement of your words, he pressed his tip against your swollen lips once more, pressing in slowly before offering one quick, hard jolt, up to the hilt, groaning as you clenched around him.

Eddie managed out a few slurred words, salivating as he spoke, unable to focus too much, his brain on his other efforts.

“You’re good… feel so good…”

His soft hair fell in front of his face, and he made a couple of attempts at blowing it out of the way, before he realised all of his breath, his effort, his exertion, was going into you and the way he held you, the way he filled you.

As Eddie fucked you, harder than usual, more strenuous in his efforts, he kissed you, softly, sweet and sour, the differences between the way he rutted into you and the way he let you know how much he loved you with his lips, his tongue, it was heaven.

There was a difference in the way he was touching you now, the way he grabbed at you, possessive, obsessive, filled with desire. He felt insatiable, in his need to taste you, to fill you, to have you stretched open for him.

“This has… to be special… I love you…”

Eddie groaned past the words, grunting with every movement of his hips, with every pump of his cock within your walls.

“I don’t want to leave… your body… I don’t want to stop…”

You were about to ask what he meant when it hit you, and you let your legs fall behind him, holding him inside of you, pulling him closer.

“… and I’m not… going to…”

You could make out the sweat beading on his forehead, the way that strands of his light hair stuck to it.

“…not until I’ve left… every drop of me… inside of you…”

In a heated moment, he stopped completely, the base of his cock almost consumed by your lips, his hips pressed into your body, hands finding your face, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes with the bright intensity you had come to know and love.

“You’re everything to me. You deserve everything. And I want to give you everything I have. Do you want that?”

You nodded, licking at your lips, begging, pleading silently.

“I can give you the best gift I can, make you mine… so sweet… so soft…”

He began moving again, his cock twitching as your walls clenched around him in response to the surprise of the motion, slow and steady but deeply satisfying.

“… so breedable… ready to take me…”

“Oh my god, Eddie… please…”

You were choking on the words, swallowing your own drool as you salivated at the thought of him taking you, claiming you, marking you with his seed.

“I want to fill you up… hng… I want… fuck… I want to see me… dripping out of you…”

Your legs began to tremble, the pressure building inside of you immense. You let out a scream of intense ecstasy as Eddie’s thumb found your clit, rubbing it swift but soft as he spoke to you, his sweet sermon of words you had no idea you were so desperate to hear.

“Knowing the rest of me… is still… ah…. Buried in side of you… your mine… let me spill my seed in you…”

He growled the last sentence, loud and clear, confident. The way he spoke when he donned his mask and coat, how he spoke when he wasn’t just Edward Nashton. When he was in control, on a mission. Determined. You could almost smell the scent of his leather gloves, all in your imagination, as he gripped your cheeks, running his thumb over your lips.

“You’re mine to fill up… heh… you’re mine… to do what I want with… yeah?”

You nodded ferociously, unable to accurately form any words, but something akin to a jumbled up yes followed by a string of pleading terms at least spilled over your lips as you clung to him, desperate for him to live up to these promises.

As his pace quickened, Eddie leaned over you, his face buried into your chest when he could, whispering to you as he rocked his hips, his body, back and forth, taking in the sight of you under him, the way you felt, the way his cock was served and warmed by your slick.

“Wouldn’t it be romantic… to make you mine… to start… a family… on Valentine’s Day… wouldn’t that be… a pretty good gift?”

Eddie’s thumb was working your orgasm out of you faster than expected, helped along by the delicious words he spoke with all of the genuine intent he could muster in his state of arousal, close to climax himself.

As he quickened his pace in response to your screams, to feeling you cum on him, around him, he managed to keep his voice low, to a whisper, before he began yelling, unable to control himself.

“To have you committed to me… make us one… completely… fuck, fuck… oh god!”

“I want… to be inside of you… hng… until we make that… happen…”

His movements became more forceful, like he was trying to approach it almost mechanically, being thorough, to make sure it would happen.

“I need you… ah… to take me… take all of me…”

Eddie’s fingernails pressed tiny crescents into your skin, the pain feeling exceptional, tingling and sharp, as he held your hips to him. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrust, the explicit sounds hitting the walls around the room, the slapping louder and more frantic as he reached his climax. Tensing, his cock twitching against your walls, he came inside of you, a roar emanating from his sweet and soft face. You could feel his load, warm, thick, filling you. Your stomach muscles contracting under the pressure of your own orgasm, brought on by the knowledge that you were filled with Eddie, consuming him, marked as his. Potentially starting a new life, in a very literal way, together, forever.

For all that his efforts had culminated in nothing going to plan, it really felt like the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day, and the most wonderful way to end it. Eddie sighed, content with the way the day had gone, pleased with how you had taken him, keen to take big, romantic steps with him despite his calamities and clumsy nerves. Bringing you into his chest, he exhaled, the satisfied breath turning into a pleasant, easy hum as he stroked your hair.

It had been an acceptable day. In fact, it was more than that. It had been good. Actually good. A very good valentine’s day indeed. It felt good that he could be open and honest around you, that he could speak his mind and say how he felt, what he wanted. That you two were so in tune with one another. He felt silly, for doubting himself around you, or for thinking that you would even be with someone that you didn’t think deserved your attention. Eddie knew you were smarter than that, better than that. And knowing that you were so valuable to him, so wonderful, so capable. It made it easier for him to recognise those traits in himself. Sure, you were the most wonderful person in the world. But he himself had to be pretty wonderful too to be good enough for you. And he kissed your forehead, a silent thank you for that gift that you hadn’t even intended to give to him. And the one that he hoped you might give to him in another nine months, or else he would have to keep trying.

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i think one of the reasons carmy is giving me the ick this season is because nothing pisses me off more than financial irresponsibility. Like he's talking about how they need to change the menu every day and have the most expensive ingredients despite the fact that they're currently working under a strict deadline to pay off cicero, and they're also a brand new restaurant with no investors or dedicated client base. all because "the best restaurants do it this way."

It's literally like watching a that one friend you know who only makes minimum wage be like "i'm going to travel the world" and you're like darren you have no fucking money to do that and he's like "oh well bill murray is always traveling and saying to travel" like ok dude but you DON'T HAVE BILL MURRAY MONEY! you can barely afford rent what the fuck are you saying!

I really miss season one when carmy was like... smart and resourceful. remember him accidentally getting pork and just using that instead? selling his own clothes for restraunt funds? getting bone-in meat and working around it? remember the outdoor service (granted, that one was syd's doing mostly)? Remember when he spilled like 80mg of xanax in a drink made for children and was just like "fuck it i guess"? I miss my frugal king goddammit.

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Rickmas 2023: Day 12. Giver of Gifts | Steven/Reader

AN: I thought twice about writing for Steven as he was a real person but I read that the real Steven said the character was nothing like him, so this is entirely based on the fictional character played by Alan and is nothing to do with the real Steven Spurrier or his real wife at all.

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Being married to a world-renowned wine connoisseur wasn’t always as fun as it sounded. Of course, you loved being married to Steven, but as far as his status in the wine industry went, there were some downsides. Other people, mainly.

Some people - and these were the types to always order the cheapest white on the menu at any restaurant they went to - couldn’t fathom how Steven made a living out of his passion for wine. “I wish I could get paid for drinking wine!” they’d laugh, as if they were the first to make that joke. “Do you get free wine?” Yes, you’d say, sometimes he brought home a bottle or two of his favourites from whatever wine competition he’d been off judging. “What’s the difference between a £5 bottle and a £500 bottle?” Ask him, not me, and be prepared to listen to the answer for a long time.

And Christmas… well, your family and friends had their hearts in the right places. But when you sat down to open the presents under your tree on Christmas Day, you did sometimes wish for a bit more variety than endless bottles of wine as gifts - especially as the wines were usually generic supermarket-shelf bottles.

They were usually nice wines, and before meeting Steven you’d have loved to be given a year’s supply of free wine every Christmas. You liked Moët, and to the average person £50 was a lot for a bottle of wine. And at least Steven let you drink it - the higher the price of a bottle he brought home, the less likely it was he’d ever actually open it. His wine cellar was like a dragon’s cave, rows and rows of unopened fancy wines that were made to be drunk but he’d never dream of opening them because they were so fancy.

But there was more to Steven than just wine. And there was more to you than the wife of a man who loves wine. But whenever anyone thought of the Spurriers, they thought of wine, and so that was what you got.

And you couldn’t complain really - not since you’d actually bought him wine too. But you’d gone all out on this one. You were fortunate enough to earn a healthy amount of money in your own career, so although it stretched the budget a bit, it didn’t break the bank for you to buy him a £4,500 bottle of JS Terrantez.

Steven opened your present last, and his eyes lit up when he pulled the 200-year-old bottle from the bag you’d presented it in.

“[Y/n]!” he exclaimed with a gasp, turning over the bottle in his hand carefully, as if worried it might explode. “What on earth has gotten into you? You can’t give me this, it’s too much!”

“Don’t be silly, Steve,” you replied, nudging him. “I know how irritated you get at how many Barefoots and Echo Falls we get every year. I thought it was about time someone got you a good wine.”

“Good? This is the sixth most expensive wine in the world, [Y/n].”

“And it’s not even French, would you believe it?”

Steven rolled his eyes at you. His famous 1976 wine tasting had taken place years before you’d met, but you still liked to tease him about it.

“This is such a thoughtful gift, [Y/n]. Thank you.”

He kissed you on the cheek, and you blushed. He wasn’t the most affectionate man in the world, and you’d come to terms with that a long time ago - it just meant that when he did show affection, it meant all that much more to you.

“Can I open my present now?” you asked, eyeing up the one single gift under the tree that wasn’t in a wine bag.

“Alright, but I wish you’d opened it earlier, it pales in comparison to this.”

Steven carefully set aside the bottle to take down into the cellar later, and retrieved the last present from under the tree for you. You pulled back the wrapping paper to reveal a framed photo of the two of you from your wedding.

“Oh, Steve, I love it!” you exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around him, surprising him, and kissed him on the cheek.

“You do? I know we don’t have a lot of photos of us, so I thought it’d be nice to have something to put on the mantelpiece.”

“You mean other than the photos of you with important wine people?”

“Precisely. You’re far more important than any of them. But I feel bad now, it’s nothing compared to that Terrantez —”

“Well, I think it’s my favourite present this year. I’m going to put it right here on the mantel, and we can look at it while we drink these cheap wines and you tell me all about why they’re so terrible even though they taste fine.”

Steven smiled, your enthusiasm infectious, and he was grateful to have a wife so loving as you, who understood his passion - even if you didn’t quite understand the difference between a Merlot and a Shiraz.