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Kenji Sato x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.3k (FUUUUUUU)

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: One sided pinning (or that’s what Kenji believes), Reader is a daddy’s girl (me) and Kenji has daddy issues :,) brief harassment from a drunkie, Kenji saves your ass though, insecurities from Ken, Friends to More (?)

𝐀/𝐍: First Kenji fic I’m posting. If this does flop uhhh no one saw that 🫣🫣

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kenji tells himself that he only frequents the local restaurant because their food is always the best, made with the freshest ingredients. Definitely not because he enjoys finding excuses to chat with the owner’s attractive daughter, who often helps out as an unofficial waiter.

Kenji rarely found a place to eat without being overwhelmed by baseball fans who knew nothing about personal space. While he appreciated the admiration, it was increasingly frustrating having to sit down for a meal and being disrupted.

But that wasn’t his main concern. He knew that if fans saw him dining at a certain restaurant, it would soon be flooded, limiting space in the establishment.

Fortunately, he found Kokochi Tei, a small family-owned restaurant run by a widower and occasionally his daughter, who helped as a waitress. The place quickly became his sanctuary, offering both privacy and delicious food.

Initially, Kenji frequented Kokochi Tei for its food and respect for privacy. But everything changed when you started helping out at the restaurant.

He found himself looking for you the moment he entered, hoping you were working that day. He didn’t understand what it was about you that piqued his interest.

But he knew that the hidden gem of the establishment seemed even brighter when you were there—or maybe that was just the sun reflecting on the window.

At first, he thought at all stemmed from his envy of your relationship with your father, as self-projecting as it sounded.

It never crossed his mind that he might actually be interested in you as an individual until you started interacting with him more one-on-one while serving the other patrons.

His brows creased from carrying the day's weight as he sat behind the shoji screen, though he was hopeful that coming to Kokochi Tei would turn things around.

He noticed your figure behind the screen getting closer as you headed to his table, menu in hand. Your strides always seemed to carry some grace.

“Are you sure you don’t want the menu this time?” You asked, clutching onto the menu against your chest.

“Yeah, no.” Kenji shook his head, his lips tugging up in a small smirk. “Your father is like a maestro in the kitchen, I think I’d rather take the chance,” he leaned back in his seat with his broad arms crossed over his chest.

Eating at Kokochi Tei meant expecting the unexpected, especially when it came to your father’s cooking. He was always experimenting with different dishes and Kenji would accept it, even if it was something he never had. “So, what’s special for tonight?”

“Well…Dad’s been experimenting with some Vietnamese dishes, and he nailed a chicken pho ga recipe,”

“Pho, really now?” He arched his brow, interest piqued. “How can I pass up on some chicken pho? Sounds good.”

“Alright, one bowl of pho it is,” you said.

“You’d dad was practically busting his ass in the kitchen before I got here. Is he…doing okay?” The question lingered for a moment, Kenji’s gaze drifted towards the kitchen at the far back.

“Ah…he will be once I run him a bath after,”

“Oh is that so?” He responded, his lips curled to a full grin. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full then, huh?”

“Mhmm I think he’s trying to keep himself distracted after Mom’s not around anymore…” your voice trailed off at the end. It was a sensitive topic that you wouldn’t elaborate on. You blinked and spoke again, “So…pho ga?”

“Yeah. Oh, and a glass of your dad’s homemade green tea if he’s got any,”

“Of course…should be ready in 15.” You turned your heels to leave.

“Oh…and by the way,” Kenji called out, making you halt in your tracks before you turned back to look at him. There was something about the way you perked up when he called after you that sent a flutter through him. “Did you happen to catch the game today?”

“You know I always do. Dad’s always a fan.” You responded. He held his gaze at you, watching your every expression as you spoke.

“So, I assumed you saw my little fight with the catcher, too.”

“Yeah…what’s with that?”

He sighed, ranking a hand through his hair as he recalled the event. “Long story short: the guy had a smartass comment he just needed to say.” He said, a hint of irritation evident in his voice. “And, I’m sure you know me. I don’t tend to stay quiet when I get riled up,”

He wondered what you were thinking when you watched him tussle with the catcher live on television.

Shifting in his seat at the thought, he continued, “You uh…probably saw how the coach pulled from the game after that…”

“Heh—” you stifled a laugh before covering your mouth, clearly amused by his compromising anecdote.

“What’s that sweet giggle for, huh?” He said with a tease before adding on “Don’t you have tables to wait,” he pointed out with a huff, though he couldn’t hold back his smile that gave away his unseriousness. You always found a way for him to bring out his more relaxed side.

“Uh huh,” You managed to compose yourself before you left his table to attend to the other patrons.

“Yeah…that’s what I thought,” he watched you walk away with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. A few silent moments passed by, his eyes darted around the restaurant, observing anything that could keep his attention.

There were a few paintings hung on the wall with contemporary art pieces and a few plants dotting the space. He leaned over to look past the shoji screen, trying to get a quick glance of you.

He couldn’t help but take note of you as you walked around and served the other patrons. The restaurant wasn’t busy tonight, so your movements were more fluid, with a smoother flow, rather than rushed and on your toes when the restaurant was packed.

It was enticing, even though he knew he could never be in that position— but you always made it look so easy with your welcoming demeanor.

Eventually, you headed over to his table at the back with a tray in hand.

“Here’s your pho go. I got dad to add extra chili just how you like it.” you placed the bowl of hot, steaming pho on the table in front of him. The delicious aroma was irresistible.

“And tea!” You placed a teapot with a cup next to the bowl, along with some cutlery and napkins.

“Thank you,” he said, glancing up at you with a smile. He knew the tea would be divine as always. “Pass along my compliments to your dad, yeah?”

“Always,”

“Perfect,” he started taking a spoonful of the pho, blowing the steam away before he brought it up to his lips and took a sip. He let the pho sit on his tongue to savour the flavour; it was definitely something different but still incredible. “You’re a damn good waitress, you know that.”

“I’m just…doing my job when I can,” you said meekly.

“Well, you do it damn well, if anything,” a thought erupted in his mind, wondering about your love life. He never saw you with a partner, even if he saw a glimpse of your life.

Even if it felt a little invasive, he was conflicted on whether he should ask you or not, especially with the small relationship you’ve built over the months of talking.

He knew he should hold his tongue about it, but he took the risk and asked anyway, before his doubts overtook him. “You got a boyfriend or anything,”

“Sorry?”

Oh God, don’t make him repeat himself.

“Come on, a boyfriend? Any guy at all that you’re seeing?” He always imagined asking the question with a better, more smooth delivery— not like this. Nevertheless, he was glad the question was out of the way now.

“Nope,” you said. Despite the newfound revelation, a part of him made him doubt that you would even give him a chance, given his status.

You probably only saw him as the famous baseball star who was a regular at your father’s restaurant with a big ego. Although the latter wasn’t completely wrong, he knew he was more than that but he was unsure if you were curious to explore more, like he was.

“Ah, single then, are you?” Even with his lingering doubts, there was still a sense of satisfaction with your answer, maybe some underlying hope now that he knew you weren’t seeing anyone. “I was starting to believe you’d have line of guys at your feet,”

Whether it was true or not— and he really hoped it was the latter— he didn’t want to further broach the thought of other men trying to flirt with you. He was aware of how selfish that must’ve sounded, hence why he tried to keep his feelings in check.

“Yeah…heard of that one before,”

“Heh, just trying to compliment you,” he quipped. “No need to shoot down every word that comes out of my mouth,”

He caught a playful eye roll from you as he resumed eating, taking another spoonful of the pho and relishing its taste.

He could taste the slight kick from the chili just the way he liked it. It made him wonder if you remembered other small details about him, but he quickly brushed it off before he started speculating other scenarios.

After another spoonful, he asked, “So, when do you close?”

“We’re not closing until another hour,”

“Right, right. Just another hour,” he said with a hum, continuing on the pho in front of him. “And I’m guessing you’re aren’t gonna sit down and keep me company,”

“Yeah, probably not…”

“Ouch, you’re breaking my heart here.” He teased, clenching his chest to add emphasis to his feigned hurt. “You’d rather run around catering to other people than keep this baseball player company.”

“Well you've got your tea to keep you busy,” you shot back, your teasing words matching his wittiness.

He chuckled at that, giving the tea that was sitting besides his bowl a pointed gaze. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s a great listener,” he said sarcastically.

“Oh, for sure. Totally silent and won’t interrupt you and such.”

He let out a scoff, but his amused smile was still present on his face. “Yeah, smartass. Keep it up and I might decide to stay here all night.”

You arched a brow at that. “We’ll see what dad has to say about that.”

“Please,” his lips curled into a smirk. “If anything, he’ll probably beg me to stay. The tips I give are probably the only reason this place is still in business.” He knew full well how much your dad loved serving him and having him around, and not just because of the hefty tips he gave everytime.

It’s not often that Kenji let his insecurities get the best of him. Matter of fact, it was so rare, the feeling was almost foreign to him.

He wouldn’t let them overshadow his confidence, especially when he needed it the most on the field when there were hundreds and hundreds of eyes on him in real-time or when he’s doing his Ultraman duties with the citizens relying on him to keep them safe.

But being in a situation like this felt like navigating a complex maze where he has no sense of direction. Whenever he was with you, Kenji felt like the doubts in his head were a little louder than usual, and he was worried that one day, his blasé mask would slip away.

“You know, he was on my case last time when I was hanging around your table.” You commented.

“Oh really? You think he’s afraid of losing his regular customer to a pretty waitress? I won’t ditch him anytime soon. Gotta show my appreciation to these heavenly meals, you know,”

“I think he’s more concerned about me hitting on you,”

Kenji froze momentarily, the spoonful of the noodles halfway to his mouth, before he looked up at you with genuine surprise. “Wait wait wait— he seriously thinks you’d try making a move on me?” The thought alone seemed too baffling for him to comprehend.

“Yes, he does,”

A small chuckle escaped him before it morphed into a full blown laughter. He noticed through his teary eyes that you still held your serious expression. “That’s-” he began, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “Oh wow…your old man actually thinks you’re after me?”

Although the claim sounded comical hearing it out loud, Kenji hoped that there was some truth to it—even if he did disguise his hope with his laugh just now.

Just the thought of him catching your eye like that made something in him stir with a spark of excitement and nervousness.

“Unfortunately, and that’s all he talks about,” you finished your sentence with a groan. Kenji wondered how you really felt about the situation. Were you truly denying any interest, or was there something you’re holding back?

“He’s been talking to you about me, then, has he? About how you’re all falling for my charms and such?”

“Urgh, I don’t even want to feed that idea into his head,”

“But why not?” He leaned forward on his chair with his arms resting against the table. “I’m sure this whole thing is giving him a good laugh,” It was quite charming seeing the dynamic between you and your father and how your father felt about your interaction. Though he really hoped that he wasn’t temperamental about it.

“More like another reason to be on my case…I’ve already stressed him out for giving the wrong order to a few customers this week alone,”

He recalled one incident that had been going around the dining area. “Right…didn’t you give a guy beef noodles when he was supposed to get pork instead?”

You pressed your lips together in mild annoyance at the reminder, and he chuckled at your quiet response.

“Yeah. Poor fella probably had a fit once he realised what happened. I’m sure you had an earful from your dad after that,” he add

Just at that moment, another customer entered the restaurant, and you were already on your toes to serve them a table.

There was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes at the interruption; he was really enjoying your conversation, but of course, your job comes first.

“Duty calls, huh?” You nodded in silent response. “Go on then, go play nice and serve your customers.”

The male customer trotted over to an empty table, trying to hide the clumsiness in his steps. Kenji was never superstitious, but something about that man just at first glance rang all alarm bells in him.

He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but his instincts were telling him to keep a close eye on the interaction and stay on high alert.

The longer he watched the the conversation between you and the newcomer, the more he could pick up on his behaviour.

His crooked smile, his relaxed yet provocative body language, and his slight slurred speech all pointed to him being intoxicated.

The man’s presence disrupted the calm atmosphere in the room, and Kenji couldn’t help but find himself on edge.

As you left for the kitchen to fetch his order, Kenji didn’t miss the man staring at your backside. It was obvious that he was eyeing your body like a shark sizing up it’s prey.

Kenji’s protective instinct kicked into overdrive, making him clutch the spoon in his hand hard enough to leave a dent on his palm.

He continued to watch as you returned from the kitchen, only to be met with the obnoxious patron who was getting more unruly by the minute. Kenji couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was sitting, but he could tell that you were uncomfortable.

You maintained your forced smile through your nervousness, and he could only seethe from his seat.

It took every ounce of willpower not to step in and cause a scene.

But something in him snapped the moment the man reached out and tried stroking her leg. All the tension he had held back boiled over.

In a swift motion, he stood up from his seat, the chair scraping against the wooden floor with a loud screech. He strode over towards the table, each step fueled with purpose and irritation.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and felt you jolt from the sudden contact.

“Come here,” he muttered, his voice gentle yet firm.

“What?”

“Just come closer,” he urged, the grip on your shoulder growing slightly tighter. Despite his calm exterior, his eyes betrayed his irritation.

You did as you was told and moved towards him. Immediately, he pulled you close and wrapped a protective arm around your waist, making sure you were behind him, shielding you from the man’s lecherous gaze with his athletic frame.

In the deepest pit of his gut, he felt a tinge of nervousness having been this close to you and having his arm around you. He always imagined what it would be like to be in this position but not in a situation like this.

But he brushed that thought aside as he looked down at the man, his eyes narrowed into slits. His voice instantly dropped to a dangerous tone, dripping with menace. “You got a problem?”

The man didn’t seemed fazed, still maintaining his lopsided grin, which only fueled his irritation further. “Nah, just having fun with the waitress here,”

Kenji felt his gut twist as the man’s spoke. ‘Fun.’ The word echoed in his head “Well, your fun ends here.”

“What, you got a problem with a guy just having a good time? Look at her, she loves the attention.” The man tried to lean to the side so he could take a look at you, but Kenji immediately blocked his view.

“She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you,”

“You her boyfriend or something?” The customer sneered.

Kenji felt you tense behind him at that question. A part of him wanted to claim that title— not only to get the man to back off, but also to finally say it out loud, just to see how it felt like on his tongue.

But feeling how you tensed up made him second guess, so he kept his answer vague. “It doesn’t matter if I am her boyfriend or not, you’re going to leave her alone now.”

The man was completely oblivious to Kenji’s mounted annoyance. Kenji was surprised he didn’t recognise him, but that could be the alcohol completely skewing his judgment. Kenji leaned in so he was forced to focus on him.

“Eyes on me,” his voice sharpened, a hot razor blade. “She's not for you to touch or ogle, do you understand?”

The drunk man’s bravado evaporated under Kenji’s intense glare. He realised that continuing to provoke him would only lead to more trouble. He shifted in his seat before standing up unsteadily.

“Fine, fine I get it. She’s yours. No need to get all territorial, man.” The man muttered before staggering out of the restaurant, his balance wavering as he walked.

Once he was out of sight, the restaurant slowly resumed to its usual buzz and the patrons turned their attention back to their food. Though there was still a lingering awkwardness in the room that was hard to ignore.

Kenji’s attention shifted back to you, his fury melting into concern. You still look shaken and he could feel your muscles still taunt from the encounter.

His voice lowered to a softer tone, a mix of concern and protectiveness. “You alright?”

It took a moment before you could respond, your voice barely above a whisper but still audible enough for him to hear. “Y-yeah…I think so,”

Kenji could still send the remnants of fear lingering in your eyes and notice the slight tremor in your frame. The shock of the incident was still fresh and you were still trying to process what had just happened to you.

“I think I might close up early for the night,” you said, and he nodded in understanding. The whole ordeal must’ve taken a toll on you and you probably weren’t in the right state of mind to continue serving.

“Let me help you,” he offered.

“You don’t have to. Your pho…” you started, but he waved off your concern. His only focus was to make sure you were comfortable.

“Forget about that, it’s cold anyways. I’m helping you, no arguments.” He insisted firmly, leaving no room for debate in his tone.

Without waiting for a response from you, he reluctantly let go of you, wishing he could hold you a bit longer.

Fortunately, the place was quiet tonight and there were only a few customers scattered around finishing off their meals. He approached them one by one and politely asked them to finish up and head out, explaining the place was closing early.

As he waited for the place to clear out, his gaze lingered back on you as you started cleaning up the counter and counting the tip jar. You were uncharacteristically stiff and mechanical. Seeing you like this made his chest ache.

He wondered how often these things happened to you while you were on the clock. This was the first time he had witnessed anything like that, and he hated that some jackass ruined your night after seeing how relaxed you were earlier.

A few minutes later, once the last customer had walked out, Kenji returned to you, vigilant. “They’re all gone now.”

You didn’t meet his eyes, too stunned to focus on anything other than the floor. His chest tightened at the sight. “My dad’s gonna be pissed,”

“Why would he be pissed? It’s not your fault some drunk guy was harassing you.” He took a step closer, trying to study your expression.

You let out a solemn sigh, enough for him to feel the weight of your worry. He wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he knew you probably didn’t want to be touched right now.

“Hey, look at me.”

You glanced up at him briefly, then quickly interjected before he could speak, “You should uhm…finish off your pho. Don’t want it to get wasted, huh?” You quickly added, “Do you like dorayaki?”

He paused, surprised by your sudden change of topic. He couldn’t tell if it was a coping mechanism from your distress, but he appreciated your attempt to lighten the mood. “Dorayaki? Yeah, I love them,”

“Let me give you one…it’s on the house for helping me.” Before he could respond, you were already heading to the front counter where the dorayaki were displayed.

You wrapped one in a napkin and handed it to him. He accepted it gracefully, wrapping his large hand around the treat. “You sure your dad won’t get mad at you for giving away free food,”

“I don’t think he’ll notice anyway,” you said. “Plus, he’ll probably do the same, being his favourite baseball player and all.”

“Oh, so I’m the favourite, huh?” He unwrapped the dorayaki and took a bite. “Well, I had to admit, your dad’s got good taste in baseball,”

“Yeah…don’t see why he’d have an issue with me hitting on you, if that was the case, considering how much he admires your game play and such.”

“Can't blame him for being protective of you. I wouldn’t want some cocky bastard hitting on you either,”

“Oh, so you admit that you’re a bastard,”

“Guilty as charged, but I’m the kind of bastard that knows how to treat a girl right. Unlike those idiots that only see you as a piece of meat,”

He paused, recalling the incidents from earlier. He didn’t want to mull over what could’ve happened if things turned out differently. “I’m just glad I was here tonight. I wasn’t going to let some asswipe take advantage of you.”

A sudden outburst could be heard from the kitchen before the back door slammed open, revealing your father’s hardened face.

You stood upright, preparing for the confrontation. “Baba…”

You dad eyed both of you and he could almost feel the suspicion rising from him. His voice was gruff with a protective anger, “What is going on here?”

“It’s not what it looks like. I had to close the shop half an hour early,” you said quickly.

“And what’s the reason for that?”

Kenji took this opportunity to step in before things escalated further, not wanting you to revisit the story again. “Because some drunkard was harassing her. She felt uncomfortable and decided to close up early for safety reasons.”

Your dad’s attention darted at Kenji, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He was used to people recognising him along with the shocked and awestruck look on their faces when they see him. But the way you dad was looking at him was something new, and he didn’t know how to react in the situation.

He quickly looked back at you and asked, “Is it true? Someone was messing with you?”

“Yeah…he touched me,” you said before gesturing to Kenji, “but Kenji stopped it from escalating,”

Your father still seemed guarded as he asked, “You stepped in?”

“Yeah, I did. I wasn’t going to stand by and watch her get harassed,”

You father’s gaze flickered between the two of you, his earlier suspension giving way to grudging respect. He was aware of Kenji’s reputation, both on and off the field. If the pro-baseball player had intervened, it must’ve meant the situation was serious enough to warrant it.

You picked up on your dad’s hesitation. “Baba, I was never trying to make a move on Kenji. You can even ask him,”

For some odd reason, Kenji felt his heart quicken at your words. Hearing you actually mentioning it to your father felt almost cathartic.

Kenji felt his eyes on him again, almost looking for confirmation from him. Kenji nodded, keeping his voice level, despite his senses going haywire right now, “She’s telling the truth, nothing inappropriate is going on between us,”

The room seemed to relax as your father’s tense demeanor faded. Perhaps after hearing it from Kenji himself was enough to convince him.

“Alright, I just wanted to make sure that nothing is going on behind my back,” he said. “Looks like I have to pack everything away in the kitchen,”

“I’m sorry, Baba.”

“It’s not your fault, don’t apologise. I’m just glad you’re okay,”

Your father looked back at Kenji, his expression more sincere now. “And I guess I owe you a thanks for stepping in and saving the day,”

“I gave him free dorayaki,” you chimed in.

“Ah, rewarding him with food, huh? That’s my girl.” He turned back to Kenji and stuck his hand out.

“I appreciate you looking out for her, son. Thank you.” He gave Kenji a firm handshake, though the word ‘son’ had struck him more than he let on, sending an odd feeling through his body. He didn’t think hearing another father calling him that would affect him.

Though he simply nodded, his expression was sincere, “No problem. I wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to her,”

He was still taken back by the unexpected term of endearment from your dad, cutting through his usual confidence. Memories of his own strained relationship with his father flickered in his mind, something he hadn’t confronted with for a while.

Your father gave you both a final nod before he headed back to the kitchen to finish off the last bits of closing.

Kenji maintained his gaze on the back door where you dad just exited, his mind now racing. He started speculating on how different things would be now, and more importantly, how you felt about the situation.

“What’s with that face?” You voiced snapped him out of his deep trance. He didn’t realise how silent he had been until you spoke up.

He turned back to look at you, “I just can't get over the fact that you dad seems to consider me a hero for saving you today,” he said jokingly, though there was some truth to it.

It was refreshing to be seen as more than just a star player; your father saw him for his character and actions. Even if it was just a brief glimpse, gaining your father’s trust and respect felt like a significant accomplishment— something he hadn’t achieved with his own father.

“I can’t believe he called you son, eugh.” Kenji couldn’t believe it either, still hung up on that moment. The gratification still felt fresh, and he hoped that feeling would last.

“Yeah, that too. Seems like he’s accepted me into the family,” he smiled.

“Oh God…” you groaned, massaging your temple to emphasise your feigned exasperation.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take offense to it. I actually find it entertaining.”

“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it,” you said.

It was definitely more than that to him, given the gravity of the situation with his own father.

But he wasn’t going to admit that to you. Maybe one day he’d share more of his family life with you, now that he seemed to be more than just a customer here.

“You know, it’s actually kind of amusing how you’re so bothered by this,” he mused.

“I think you got on his good side, so good for you.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got more that just his good side,”

“What do you mean?”

His smile morphed into a full grin, “Well I just saved his daughter from being harassed. He’s probably thinking of seeing me as a potential son-in-law.”

Shit, why did he say that. Did he sound weird?

You grumbled. “Don’t get excited now,”

Seeing your grumpy expression gave him some relief. It was better than seeing you disturbed. Then again, you were probably used to his teasing by now, so he couldn’t be too surprised.

“Relax, I’m not getting my hopes up…”

Lies.

“…I know you’re not swooning over me like your dad thinks,”

“But I’m pretty sure he’s noticed the way you freeze everytime I look at you when you come into the restaurant,”

He almost choked on his own saliva when you said that. He didn’t think that you’d notice, but now that you had, he wondered how obvious he was.

“I…don’t do that. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mentally cursed himself for stuttering. No one had this much of an effect on him, and he didn’t know how to act.

“Just the other day, a man scolded at you for holding the queue,” you commented. Of course you would remember that.

“Alright, fine. I admit it. Maybe I do get a bit distracted sometimes when you look at me. But can you blame me?”

You covered your mouth to hide your snickering, holding back from laughing too hard. “Wow…I didn’t think you were that whipped,”

He huffed at that but he wasn’t going to deny it, even if it did hurt his pride. He knew he was more than just whipped; with those pretty eyes and beautiful smile, you could make him do just about anything.

“Yeah, okay. Laugh it all you want,” he muttered. He didn’t expect you to lean in towards him, invading his line of sight.

Oh no…you were more breathtaking up close.

“Hmm, I might be tempted to drag this out a little, just to see how far you’ll go.” You said, a small smile hinting a tease.

He swallowed thickly before he spoke, mirroring your tone, “Oh, really? You’re gonna make me work for it?”

He wouldn’t mind that if it meant spending more time with you. Every interaction with you was exhilarating and he would take the chance if it meant taking things further with you outside of your work.

The positive interaction with your father gave him a much-needed boost of confidence. If your father trusted him, maybe you would, too.

“Well…what if we start things slow and I asked you to dinner then? I’ll do you good and take you somewhere fancy since you have good taste in food,”

Seeing the way your eyes light before you answered made his chest warm with gratitude. “That sounds nice actually….yeah, I’d like that,”

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cutieeva · 24 days

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Lost

Female reader

Warnings : Mention of infidelity. Trauma. Stalking.

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Once trust is broken, it is harder than we think to mend it as it once was. A definition of (Y/N)'s relationship.

Perfection.

What a odd word isn't it ? something every being wants to learn and showcase yet behind close doors we all know in the back of our minds it's impossible. After all, perfection is a word for fake which is the opposite of what people want— real, something that is permanent, something that could be held, captured, savored. Perfection is a skill both admired and envied upon and (Y/N) can't help but come to doubt the perfection she once fell for.

Cameron. The man of perfection and the man she fell for only to doubt his every little move now. His gentle smile adoring the moment of her sight, eyes crinkling at the side by how large the happiness is craved out of him. It's sweet, truly, never did it not warm her heart and cast thousand butterflies on her stomach by how beautifully happy he looked to see her, and her only but suddenly she has come to doubt if it's even genuine or not. Suddenly she notice the smile too wide, too large, too happy, too fake that she wants ask. After all how it's possible to bright up so much like a sun glowed in the sky by seeing one person even if it's her who is his girlfriend. How ?

Just like now the moment of her heels touch the ground making a satisfying clicking noise entering a room, once their eyes met and he shine like the brightest sun she never imagined to have for herself. Again those tender lips, sparkling eyes too clear for any stranger to know he loves her and hard.

"How lucky ?"

"Awww !"

"Bless him".

"Lucky her"

These would be the frequent comments utter from literal stranger's mouths and perhaps— no for sure her past self could blindly agree dwelling into her own version of fairytale where Cameron was her prince charming and she, a pleasant he fell for. Well, at least that what in collage they are known for. The modern version of Cinderella, a very....interesting title it was when it first pass her ears yet time pass and it turn into a nasty taunting name for her as if hinting at something she was unaware like a insider joke that she was an outsider was. Even her lovely boyfriend seems to hate it not at her level of hate like she despise it. Wishes to burn every tongue that ever deicide to merely utter that to her. Only if she could do she wish.

"Darling, sit". Like a gentleman he is pull her chair and let her sit on the wooden cold surface facing her own parents who seems to be in awe staring at their daughter's relationship as if it's a angel asked for her hand when he in her view seem nothing but a human good at masking his flaws, too well for her liking. Because see, the way those slender pale hands cares her own hand under the table like she is a flower touched carefully yet softly almost melt her heart if it didn't turn into stone now. (Y/N) didn't care to hold back, blankly staring at the white empty plate served in front of everyone and she like a doll waited to be served food despite having no hunger or whatsoever. Slowly she move her head, her (E/C) eyes watching the same smile craved out of him, towards her parents holding huge utensils to serve the meal he specially made to impress his future in-laws, his words not hers.

"Oh ! son, you don't have to do it !" Her father said, laughing carefree.

"It's okay, father. Let me at least have the honor to serve the elders". Kindly her boyfriend utter.

"Such a good man. How lucky my daughter is to have you". Placing one palm under her cheek, her mother watched him in pure delight.

"It's the opposite. Actually I am lucky to have her". His bashful comment earned more heart points than it already been taken as they laughed, enjoyed, indulge in their little bubbles that (Y/N) almost forget it's her parents and she is their family in here not him looking as if he is their son yet truly, in her angle she invisible, forgettable, easily a abandon thing that's why she use to question herself a lot. Why did he choose her ? why did he love her ? what is so special about her ? how could she not when he had oceans of girls waiting to just be looked by him, in campus he is the prince every girl dream and every boy befriend due to his looks, personality, popularity, riches. Coming from a wealthy family and still be a humble polite man isn't a daily view for everyone to see, he truly seemed like a sun to everyone, beautiful to look at but never be touched and owned, yet she a nobody has the chance to become a infamous girl who tame the sun. Perfect elements to gossip, spread rumors, talk down to.

Never passed a day did no one ever forget to remind her how insignificant she was to him and he was there to catch her, in his warmth of arms to show how significant she is to him and him alone and that all it matter and that it all took for her to be a idiot in love.

"Honey, eat before it's cold". Sweet his voice is, kind his eyes are that bore into her blank ones— deviod of love or any emotions, she doesn't know if he pretends to be blind to her lack of response or he simply doesn't care enough. Wordlessly she turn her head down to her this time meal served on plate— her favorite dish and their first date dinner together.

Carelessly her fingers wrap around the cold sliver fork like her heart tremble feeling and about to dig when ever so smoothly, like a cream of butter he swap the plate from hers to his. Smiling ear to ear boozing of tenderness. "Eat mine, yours is cold already". She didn't need to glance up to see her parents reaction or the warmth coming from him. She stilled like time does when a watch is broken, tramped. Listening to the clicks of plates, giggles of their voices, quiet noises of chewing, shower of compliments regarding the dish and still she didn't touch her food. Hunger seems to left her, emotions seems numbs, voices of them seem tiny and the reality feels surreal.

Oddly her visions seem distorted and water drops falling on top of the dish and something inside tells her it's will taste sour.

Is it raining ?

"(Y/N)...". Cameron's voice turn delicate, carefully calling her name. "Why are you crying ?" At the end of his sentence his voice cracked as if he was the one crying.

Oh. (Y/N) realize, blinking her tears away dripping to her meal, she discover more that it is indeed raining however inside her. More sour tears roll down, her lips didn't sob, her expression remained blank yet her tears fell one after another worrying her family and Cameron.

"I am sorry, Mister and Mrs. (L/N) but (Y/N) seems to be not herself and she needs time. Hopefully you will excuse us". Swiftly her body met his embrace, cold, hard unlike the light and mellow she was used to. "How fake". She thought letting him whisk her away in the car, watching her home disappear into the night and arrive in their shared apartment near their university and she find herself in their shared bed, feeling his choice of fabric underneath her skin, melting into his arms underneath her skin as he tenderly pat her back, rock her body like a baby, place her head on his chest, caressing her head and humming a song, a song they discover at their third date they like. "How cruel". She thought, dried tears on cheeks, not a shred of comfort she is finding nor searching. You can't expect to find gem in plastic can you ? so does she, staying motionless.

"Honey, can you please wait, I need to quickly go to washroom okay ?" Assuring like a child, he kiss her forehead deeply before pulling away leaving her alone with her thoughts and the room. The thud of door closing was almost unheard if not for the silence she was surrounded in when another noise pierce through the air.

Ding !

Her (E/C)'s flicker to the phone screen lit on the desk. His phone and she knew she had to look, to confirm her suspicions and catch the man red handed unlike the first time. How ironic, before such thoughts won't even cross her mind and now like a plague it's everywhere poisoning her, killing her softly. Her hand like a vice hold his phone the notification read inside her mind. 'Meet me tomorrow secretly'.

The door open revealing Cameron who came as fast as he could to console (Y/N) and his eyes met hers where she is sitting as before with his phone kept on the wooden cupboard and he smiles again bathing her in utter devotion. "Disgusting". Her eyes daze in disappointment. She knew he was having an affair, after the confront incident they had, never was they the same and will never. He never changed but she did and they both are aware of this yet no one dare speak out loud afraid of the illusion they built together to crumble once again.

"I will do it again". She decide tomorrow to end it all. For good.

Tomorrow came faster than she expected even by not finding a ounce of sleep, the other side of her bed felt heavy with his weight reminding of his suffocating presence at the same time he seems not to be present or maybe she is one instead of him.

"I can't go to university". Her vague answer didn't look to affect him as he lean in to close the gap of their lips, slender fingers stroke her either (S/C) cheeks and loving lips mold hers and starstruck eyes stare into her. A endearing moment she wished to capture if not for the knot inside her stomach wants to pull away, slap away.

"Okay, rest as much as you wish". He easily took her wish like she easily fell under his spell. Watching the man she loves pull away and go out taking his belonging to university which she knows is a lie. He is meeting behind her back and repeating the same heart tugs moments on another woman.

The moment (Y/N) felt him driving away on his car, she wore a white hat, a random coat and sat on the cab she booked few minutes ago and told the driver to follow the white car while her eyes dart from her her phone screen looking at the GPS tracking on his phone to his real time car, the tracker was set on him long ago not yesterday where she didn't even had the chance to unlock and read their chat properly because the password isn't what she thought, what she hoped. Her birthday nor his was enough to unlock. Another proving point of how fake his exhausting pretense of loving boyfriend is after all no lover boy as him would not set her birthday as his password. She knew what a ploy is once she sees though it and once was a mistake, twice would be intentional.

The car stopping snap her attention and she watch him go out of car and inside not the university he lied to but to a hotel. A luxurious one even she wasn't invited by him. How special the girl has to be, prettier ? younger ? richer ? doesn't matter when it ends all.

Hurried her footsteps were, walking though the doors opened by the guards and following him waking pass the lobby into somewhere else like he was familiar with the surrounding, nodding heads with the receptionists who mirror his actions and her heart skip more, odd emotions flood in she unable to understand.

She paused. Finally her eyes wide.

In front of her stood the same loving boyfriend hugging a girl passionately, grinning ear to ear and sat besides each other tasting meals like a date of rich people. Indeed she is far beautiful, charismatic, wealthier. Watching them enjoy, exchange dishes like a couple makes a odd sense of relief and betrayal wash her and without shame her feet march towards them, not a second pass of them finally noticing her, she smash the very dish he is enjoying to his face earning a yelp from her and (Y/N) did it again and again and again until stuff members of hotel pulled her away.

"I hate you cheater !" Cameron with difficulty look up, staring at her with pain, sadness ignited anger, disgust and satisfy inside her. Anger for how dare he acts to be in pain when the knife stab her and she is bleeding. Disgust to find the boy she thought the most beautiful so ugly and satisfy at least she brought him the same pain he did if not less.

"(Y/N) !" A familiar exclaimed turn her head. "What are you doing ?" A disbelief grasp slice the air by her best friend, Sophia and other boys and girls she knew from university. But what caught her eyes is the balloons held on their palms written Happy birthday (Y/N).

"W-what is going on ?" Her words stutter and in the split second the familiar place blur to strange, filled with questions and unreal like the knowledge she grasp was also a ploy she mistaken.

"My darling, today is your birthday and I was hoping to surprise you". His eyes relaxed as he tried to step to her to which she step back not wanting to believe his words. How could it be possible, it's impossible for her to forget her own birthday and even if she did, he was the liar at the end. A fake person. "This girl is the daughter of this restaurants and helped me to arrange the best dishes only". No. No. No. No. She shake her head, what prove does he have he is not lying.

"It's true, we are here to tell him your favorite likes, dislikes". Sofia answered averting her eyes as if too offended at her sight. Her words sting (Y/N)'s heart.

"We were only tasting the food—".

"What's your password ?" He pause like a information shone at him she didn't like.

"It's you". A snarl twist on her face. See, he is lying, he always was and still is.

"Liar !" With pain she screamed she didn't knew had inside her regarding him.

"No". Cameron shook his head gentle, appearing almost like an angel that her heart ache to believe his words. Believe him. "It's true, my password is the day we first met". And to confirm he in front of her type the date her mind clearly recalls and it opened along the rest of chatlog she couldn't read discussing about her birthday.

Tears swell in her eyes and her mistake came to light however there is also a realization sink in her mind that she no longer loves this boy, she loved and the perfection she fell for now become the very thing she come to loathe and it's all because of that bet. A silly little bet he made to date her and after she knew it, she still welcome him in her life forgetting to open her heart to the point every loving actions of his seems like a act of betray, sweet nothings seem blunt lies, loving care of his— fake. His betrayal hit her so hard she lost trust. The entire time when she was worrying about losing Cameron in reality loving him she lost herself and the twisted relief of seeing him with another woman was a fleeing excuse to break up. Once she believed the love fairytale and twice become too heavy to bear.

Her legs give up as she land on the ground, all alone. How could this happen ? how in process of loving him did she lost herself. Her happier, brighter, forgiving, trusting self ? maybe in the end she didn't forgive him for the bet she thought she did.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅

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baby-stay92 · 2 months

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Movie Night

Pairing: Idol!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

SMUT (MDNI)

Warnings: Hand-fun (both recieving), P in V & unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) - (Let me know if I’ve forgotten any)

WD: 1.939

Credit: baby-stay92

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After what had seemed to be the most stressful week ever for you boyfriend Hyunjin, you had decided to surprise him with a nice saturday night dinner and his favourite movie. You had spent the good part of 3 hours preparing and cooking the meal, whilst Jinnie was at dance practice with his band members. You even challenged yourself by making homemade chocolate mousse for dessert which, by the look of things, seemed to be turning out okay. Around 6pm you got a message from Jinnie, saying that practice was over and he’d be home in about half an hour. You quickly answered him back, saying that you had missed him and that you had a surprise ready for him, when he came home. You rush to your shared bedroom, where you quickly change into a tight red cocktail dress and Hyunies favourite high heels of yours. You sat at your vanity mirror and quickly touched up your make up and added some slightly pink lipstick. Once you were satisfied with your outfit, you went back to the kitchen and started setting the table, complete with candle light and a single rose as the centrepiece. Once everything was to your liking, you sat down on one of the bar stools in the kitchen and started scrolling through your phone, waiting for Hyunie to come home. Soon enough you heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door, making you get up from your seat and head down the hallway to greet your beloved boyfriend.

“Honey! I’m home!” He called out whilst hanging up his coat and kicking off his sneakers. You stopped a few steps away from him and smiled widely at him as he turned towards you.

“Welcome home, babe!” You hugged him tightly and continued: “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“Hold on, princess.” He smiled down at you, before spinning you in around slowly, so he could drink in every inch of you. “God, you look ethereal, my muse.”

You giggled and felt yourself blush from his compliment. You kissed him quickly before grabbing his hand, dragging him down the hall to the kitchen where the food was on the table, all ready for you both.

“Wauw, babe!” he smiled at the sight. “It looks delicious!” he added and pulled you closer to the table.

“Oh, I’m glad you like your surprise.” You smile and bite your lip. “How about you go change real quick, so we can eat, huh?” You suggest and he agrees before leaving for the bedroom. 10 short minutes later Hyunie returned, now dressed in dress pants, nice shoes and a simple white dress shirt, he had also managed to quickly fix up his hair, no doubt helped by some dry shampoo.

“Well, well, well!” You smile at him as he leans down to kiss you lightly. “You sure clean up nicely, Mr. Hwang” You add as he pulls out your chair, for you to sit down, before sitting down across from you.

“I thought it best to match your outfit, future Mrs. Hwang.” He replied from across the table. Him calling you his future wife, made you blush again and deep down, you just couldn’t wait for that day you’d get to marry him. After serving you a well-filled plate, he served himself before pouring the wine that you had bought for the occasion.

“Cheers to reaching the end of a stressful week.” You smile as you hold up your glass for him to cheer with you.

“And cheers to you, for always being my rock.” He added and let his glass lightly tap yours, making a ding sound. You both enjoy the meal and talk about the week that’s past, but also the weeks that’s to come. After dinner you start clearing the table, being the hallmark version of a good girlfriend.

“Want any help, princess?” Jinnie asks as he gets up from his seat.

“Actually, would you please go put on the movie? I’ve left it on the coffee table.” You smile, walking towards the kitchen sink to rinse the plates, before putting them in the dishwasher.

“I can do that, love.” he nods and leaves for the living room.

After a while you were both cuddled up on the couch under a blanket. He had an arm around your shoulders and you were leaning against his chest. You caught yourself readjusting as the two main characters in the movie started making out, which embarrassingly turned you on slightly, much to your own surprise. You couldn’t help but wonder if the gorgeous man next to you noticed, but you didn’t dare look at him, in fear of giving it away. But soon enough you learned that the movie couple making out, and now undressing each other, clearly also got him hot and bothered. This was proven by the growing tent of the blanket covering Hyunies lap. You bit your bottom lip and slyly moved your hand to his thigh, where you slowly let it move higher and higher, until you heard him clear his throat. You still didn’t look at him, but simply let your hand palm him over his dress pants.

“Honey…” He groaned lowly. “The movie isn’t over yet” He added, but you could clearly hear the pleasure in his voice.

“And?” You smirked to yourself and quickly undid the button on his pants before unzipping them as well. He didn’t stop you, as a matter of fact, he only moved to give you better access to his semi hard cock. You sat up next to him, quickly pausing the movie before you begin to pump him under the blanket and before you knew it he moved a hand to your thigh, pushing up your dress. As his hand reached for your rather wet centre, a low groan escaped his lips.

“No underwear, huh, princess?” He whispered between moans.

“Didn’t want them to get in the way.” You whispered back, your cheeks turning a light pink. He didn’t respond, he just pushed your thighs apart, before letting his fingers part your lips so he could rub circles on your needy clit. Pleasure filled moans slipped form the both of you and filled the room, as you felt your orgasm coming closer and closer.

“God….S-so close…” You breathed out as you shut your eyes from pleasure, preparing for you to reach your high.

“Good, cum for me, baby” Hyunie Moaned from beside you, knowing what his words did to you. His honey-like voice, pushed you over the edge, ensuring your orgasm to come crashing down on you. He didn’t let you ride out the high, before he grabbed your hand that was still pumping him, forcing you to let go of him as he pulled you on top of him, causing the blanket to fall to the floor. You straddled him, causing your dress to ride up over your hips, your wet and dripping pussy now on display as it hovered over his rock hard dick. You lowered yourself to grind against him as you crashed your lips onto his, needing to feel as much of him as possible. He eagerly kissed you back, soon running his tongue against your lips, begging for you to let him in. You gladly parted your lips, letting your tongues dance together as you felt his hands on your hips. He lifted you up, so he could align himself with your aching hole, using one hand. Without wasting any time, he pushed you down on him - hard. You threw your head back in a loud moan, breaking the kiss as he stretched you around him. God you loved the feeling of your pussy stretching to fit him, the pain was nothing but pure pleasure to you and it almost had you coming again already. Before you could gather your thoughts about what just happened, he started to lift you up off him before slamming you back down, over and over and over again. For each time, your moans grew a little louder, to the point where you for a split second wondered if the neighbours would come knocking to complain. But honestly, you didn’t care - all that mattered to you was the sweet pain-filled pleasure that was being delivered by the feeling of Hyunies dick filling you up, deep inside. He managed to hit that magical spot with every thrust, which no longer surprised you. You knew that he was gifted at hitting your sweet spot just right, as so did he, for that matter. He, in fact, took great pride in knowing that only he had ever managed to hit that spot.

“Good you look so fucking good, bouncing on my like this, sweet baby” he smirked, looking up at you as he moved one hand from your hip. He let it run up your body, making its way to your throat, where he quickly grabbed onto you, and squeezed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the pleasure of being choked by his big veiny hands flushed over you, you loved when he was rough on you, especially when he at the same time, called you sweet pet names. The conflict of the two very different vibes, simply did your head in - and he knew that. He knew that if he wanted your orgasms to be more intense, all he had to do was to mix rough actions with sweet words and god, was he a master at it. He tightens his grip on your throat a bit more as he moved to your ear and whispered:

“That’s it, muse, ride me like your life depended on it” He nibbled at your earlobe as he stopped guiding you up and down on him, now letting you work for pleasure by yourself. You quickly started rocking your hips back and forth, the pleasure still building in your stomach, that familiar knot tightening more and more. His now free hand found its way to your clit, where it immediately started rubbing circles, drawing you even closer to the edge. Suddenly Hyunie began to grind along with you, making it obvious that he, too, was getting close to that sweet release. Both of you started moving more and more frantically and once again both of Jinnies hands were on your hips. You were both hunting the explosion, begging to happen. Not long after, the both of you moaned loudly as you flung over the edge together, causing you to fall forward against him as you slowed down your grinding as you rode out your shared highs. You stayed there for a good minute, letting your breathing calm just a little, before rolling off of Jinnie who was also breathing heavily.

“That wasn’t exactly planned” You giggled and turned Hyunies head to face you before kissing him lovingly.

“But I’m not complaining”, you added after breaking the kiss.

“Neither am I” he smiled softly down at you, his eyes dark from hunger. Without another word he stood up, turned the movie off and quickly scooped you up into his arms before carrying you to the bathroom, so you both could clean up after what had just happened. Once you were both clean and had changed into comfier clothes, Hyunie carried you, princess style, to your bed, where he carefully laid you down before joining you. He pulled the sheets over the two of you and you cuddled in close to him, feeling tired and worn out.

“Goodnight, princess” he murmured before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, my prince” you replied tiredly before closing your eyes and giving in to the tiredness.

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forfucksakesniall · 1 year

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Hi bestie, when you have the time could you make something for lewis, like just domestic vibes and/or he being a complete simp

Domestic Vibes and being a Complete Simp

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Trigger Warning/Content Advisory: Too much fluff

He doesn't show it much, but Lewis is a huge cuddler. When it's a lazy morning, he would bury his face in the crook of your neck and wrap his arms around you. It's a force of habit by now.

Lewis doesn't mind being the "little spoon," wrapping his arms around you as you both cuddle. His reason is because he can hear your heartbeat, but you know why he lays on your chest. You can feel the way he nuzzles his face and leaves small kisses.

He would turn the TV on and watch your favorite shows together while your koala of a boyfriend cuddles under a cozy blanket.

He talks about cooking pasta in an interview, but in reality, he is a menace in the kitchen.

But you enjoy spending time "trying" to cook something decent with him in the kitchen.

"No, Lewis. You need to add the water after." He does his old man laugh. "Oh well, we can just do it again. I guess."

When working out on his balcony in Monaco, he would encourage you to join him, making him your personal trainer. "Just one more, baby," he whispers in your ear. "I can't anymore, Lew." you try to catch your breath. "But you've only done one squat, baby."

When he did have work, he would wake up early and give you a kiss on the head before getting ready. Before he leaves the house, he would give you a kiss goodbye while you were still asleep and leave a message on your phone to see when you get up.

Lewis:

Good morning, baby.

Didn't want to wake you up.

You deserve some rest after last night ;)

I'll see you later.

I love you so much!

I love you too!!

If you ever did wake up before he left, he'd make breakfast for you and make sure to use all the time he has with you.

"You'll be late!" you tell him while he has you caged under him. "I still have some time, baby. Just let me take care of you. Don't want you feeling neglected."

When he comes late, you would wait for him in bed watching a movie or reading a book.

"Hey, baby. Why are you still awake?" he asks you. "I wanted to wait for you. You've been gone all day."

Both of you would end up in long, late-night conversations about life and dreams, making sure you always feel listened to and supported.

There may be times when you feel under the weather or when your hormones are acting up. He would stay with you longer and even call in sick if needed.

"You shouldn't have done that... This will pass. I'll be fine later anyway," you say as you cradle his face while lying in bed.

"I don't want to leave knowing that you're not feeling okay. I would be thinking about you even if I leave. Might as well stay here and take care of you," he says, leaning in close to give you a sweet kiss.

Lewis is known for being fashion-forward. While he shops for himself, he would go to the women's section to check out anything that you might like.

He would come home with dozens of bags from different brands."Looks like someone had Christmas early," you tease him. "Oh baby, this isn't even close to Christmas for you," he tells you while setting all the bags down on the floor. "I need you to be a good girl and try some things for me," he winks while getting more bags from the car.

He is seen on all your social media posts. He can't resist leaving flirty comments and adorable emojis, making sure everyone knows he's head over heels for you.

Lewis is known to be very private with his life, definitely with you. So, whenever you guys were in public, he would always take you to a place where there's a private area to be with you. Being this protective also had its perks. He knows that after they serve your food, no one would come over to check on you two again unless you both are done with your meals. He would be really handsy under the table. Light touches on your arm, the way he looks into your eyes then lips and at the same time leans in closer to you. At this point, the only thing stopping him was the table between you.

But when you're with him or your friends, he doesn't shy away from PDA. He would hug you from behind, holding your waist, have you sit on his lap, kiss your cheek from time to time, and whisper sweet nothings.

Lewis loves taking pictures with you or of you, creating a personalized gallery of your love story.

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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Could we have pedri smut where he fingers you under the table during a Barca dinner and they go home and he gives her long and teasing sex…..I am just in love with your page🥰

Making fun of him was never a good idea...

Enjoy 🍌

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Pedri held out the chair for you to sit down. You sat at the very edge of the huge table right across from Xavi.

It was a rather fancy restaurant, giving you the opportunity to dress up. You wore a purple satin gown with a high slit. It almost reached the floor, if it weren't for the glittery heels that you wore, making you about an inch taller than your boyfriend.

The dinner was organized to congratulate the team for their recent winning streak in Laliga.

You were concentrated on figuring out how to eat your lovely decorated Lobster, when a hand sneaked up the exposed part of your leg. Looking down, Pedri's hand sneaked its way up to rest on the inside of your thighs, fingertips grazing your panties ever so slightly.

You leaned over, pretending to peck his shoulder. "And what do you think you're doing?"

Pedri was still in the middle of some football tactic talk with Gavi when he turned his head.

„You seem bored and I know this is how to entertain you the best." he shrugged.

Deciding to see where this was going, you focused on the lobster again.

Pedri's hand cupped you through your panties and you spread your legs a little bit, giving him more room. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch as he answered his best friend.

He turned to his meal again, apparently finished to talk to Gavi and at the same time, his thumb rubbed your clit over the lace. The midfielder played with adding and releasing pressure sometimes rubbing smaller or bigger circles. Your hand held onto the silverware for dear life.

By the time dessert was served, he had two fingers inside of you. Luckily Gavi told some La Masia anecdote to his teammates or else the sound of Pedri's movements would be heard.

You clenched around him and quickly focussed on the ice cream to muffle your moans.

Deciding to distract from your probably flushed and out of mind aura, you spoke up.

"I think- I need to text my daddy and tell him I'll be sleeping over at yours tonight."

Your boyfriend looked at you. His expression was a mix between lust and shook. "What did you just say ?"

The confusion almost made you forget that two of his fingers were knuckle deep inside of you. He curled them.

"I said, I need to text my dad that I'll be staying at your place tonight. I forgot earlier."

"Oh yeah, you better do that." he swallowed and was about to concentrate on Gavi's story again when your words stopped him.

"Oh my god, you thought I meant you" you nearly laughed. He shook his head, looking for an excuse.

"Okay then... daddy" you smirked.

"Papi." his voice was merely a whisper. "Say Papi."

Was he begging you? His cheeks tinted pink as he looked at your lips.

You raised your brows. "Who'd knew that would be all it took you to break that dominant demeanor. Cute"

A little giggle escaped your lips and you removed his hand from you. "You're so cute Pedri."

His jaw clenched angrily and he licked his fingers. You found it very amusing to see him like this.

For the rest of the night he gave you the cold shoulder, besides the occasional hand squeeze or peck on the cheek. His teammates couldn't know something was up.

You waved it off. He was really cute pretending to be mad. Well, it couldn't always go his way and knowing him, he'd still fuck you later. Pedri could never hold back and he still owed you an orgasm.

„Undress and sit on the bed." Pedri said. His voice was clouded with lust.

Well, you didn't expect him to react like that when you two arrived home. He was still annoyed and from the way he instructed you it was a warning.

His tongue clicked against his cheek when you hooked your thumbs into your panties. „Leave them on."

You hesitated for a moment, listening to the sound of your breath, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Pedri stood in front of you, his smell intoxicating your senses. His hands pulled the dress shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, slowly revealing the tanned skin of his toned upper body.

He was punishing you for not taking him seriously. For making him feel insecure about his preferences.

It was torture to watch him, your panties sitting uncomfortably wet between your legs. The urge to touch him was taking over your mind, but you didn't want him to stop. You moved to sit on your hands and blushed as you felt the wet stain underneath you on the duvet.

His pants were next. Undoing it with skilled fingers they quickly joined the dress shirt on the floor. Your eyes followed the trail of dark hair under his belly button to the to of the black briefs. His bulge was big and protruding against its cotton confinements.

You bit your lip. He slid the fabric down his legs, finally revealing what he had you yearning for all evening.

"Lay back." he ordered and waited for you to scoot back on the duvet.

Pedri kneeled in front of you, resting your legs on his shoulders as he buried his face between your legs. Moving your panties to the side, his fingers explored your folds, spreading the wetness before finding your clit. His lips kissed your core, testing your patience, before lapping up your wetness.

Your hips bucked up and your back arched, hands fisting the bedsheets. "Pedri don't stop. Please."

He moaned against you, sending shockwaves through your body. His tongue found your entrance and his other hand pushed against your lower stomach, holding you down. You felt him smirk when you moaned after his nose bumped against your clit, still massaged by his fingers.

He played with you like a marionette, pulling just the right strings. So you decided to play your cards.

"Just like that." It took your last willpower to look at him and pout. "Papi."

Pedri stopped his ministrations and his eyes snapped up to meet yours. He removed his hands from your shaking body to lean himself up. His mouth and chin glistening from your arousal.

Your neglected clit pulsed and you suddenly had the urge to press your thighs together. Maybe teasing him wasn't the best decision. His eyes raked up and down your exposed body, taking in your naked from . Your nipples hardened under his stare.

You wanted him to touch your breasts. He liked playing with your breasts, but now he was just staring.

"Papi hmm ? Not so amusing anymore, amor ?" he teased and reached over to the nightstand.

"Please touch me again, Papi. I'm so sorry." Shaking your head, you watched as he took the lube from the drawer and dribbled some onto your swollen pussy. The cold sensation made you hiss out.

"You're so needy for my cock, hermosa. Always impatient." his hands mapped out the shape of your hips to your ass, pulling you closer.

Your legs on his shoulders again, your boyfriend grabbed his cock and guided it through your folds. He spread the lube over your pussy with the tip, breathing hard. He held himself back.

You breathed out his name when he finally entered you. He was stretching you out deliciously and you clenched around him. Normally you would enjoy his long and static thrusts until he fucked your over the edge, but all the teasing drove you crazy. You desperately needed release.

His thrust were fast and sloppy. Pedri breathed quickly, wet hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His hands cupped your breasts. One after an another, playing with the sensitive buds.

Your hands reached down to where you were joined, circling your pulsing clit.

"I'm close, Papi, harder please." Your moan made him twitch inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Switching to longer thrusts, one of Pedri's hands grabbed himself again, afraid to slip out of you.

Pedri pinched your breasts as he came, praising you in spanish endearments. You circled your clit faster, seeking your own orgasm as you felt his cum inside of you. Your pussy must look like a mess, covered in Pedri's sperm and your wetness.

When he carefully pulled out, you couldn't hold back anymore. Your orgasm struck you in waves of pleasure. Pedri held your shaking legs as you screamed out your pleasure.

Finding support in Pedri's arms, you came down from your high. He stroked your hair, pulling you against his chest. The few hairs decorating his pecs tickled your cheek.

"I've got you, mi vida" he said, dialect heavy.

Warmth spread through you again and your nails dug into his arms. You couldn't let go of him just yet.

He looked at you endearingly as you told him you loved him over and over again.

A/N: I hate the beard but other gifs didn't fit the vibe of the fic...

This is a more classic piece and I saw this trope on other blogs as well. So, I didn't focus that much on the dinner part. I also added a little kink to make it more exciting.

Thank you for loving my page, I'll try my best🥰

I hope you enjoy my version and leave me some love💕

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True Form Sukuna Comfort Fic

Just something short and sweet with TF Sukuna. ♥️

(This is a re submission, testing out my tags and things cause I was hidden/shadowbanned or something and seeing if the problem has been resolved yet. ✨)

"Oh god, h-he'll kill me!"

"He isn't going to kill you...I promise. This is not anything that would need such a violent reaction." You said calmly to the maid while helping her pick up the shattered pieces of a vase that had sat in the entrance of The King's estate.

Maybe once upon a time, that was something these maids needed to worry about, but ever since your arrival, it seemed to be a distant fear in the minds of most.

You had no say in the matter, being surrendered as a peace offering from your clan. Initially, you were assumed to be a sacrifice, killed upon your arrival for being the first and only daughter of your clan leader. But, to keep the King from laying waste to everyone, something precious and of value was demanded instead, and it happened to be you. He took you as his bride, but there wasn't any love involved. It was merely an insult to your sorcerer clan family.

There were no sons to take your father's place, and the bloodline would have continued with you; had you taken someone else's hand in marriage- but the King made sure to keep that from happening.

You accepted your new role with grace, the knowledge of keeping your clan safe being a stronghold in your emotions and reasonings. However, what happened after you got here was nothing you could have expected. The King wasn't prepared to put you on a spike or burn you alive to make a statement. He demanded you stay within his kingdom and serve him alongside the other maids and workers of his estate. You did your duty, being on your hands and knees scrubbing floors, tending the gardens, washing clothes in the river, and even doing other things the King hadn't mentioned you needed to do.

You had fresh flowers adorning the halls and rooms of his estate, making sure they were always vibrant and blossoming. You delegated some of the maids what tasks to do, and even took on some of the chores they struggled to accomplish out of fear. Someone had to help prepare the Kings meals, and it wasn't a secret what those meals sometimes consisted of...

It wasn't your business to ask where some of these meals came from, so you prepared them to the best of your ability. The King wouldn't dismiss you from the table until he was finished, but you remained at his side patiently. Despite working alongside other maids and servants, they still treated you with respect. You were still the Kings bride after all.

Once you finished helping the maid pick up all the pieces of the vase, someone caught her eye. You knew exactly who it was when she dropped her hands and knees in a subservient bow, body trembling in worry.

"M-my King, I-I deeply a-apologize for m-my careless actions!"

Turning to stand up fully in-front of the maid while looking at your husband, you smiled at him gently.

"It was a mistake, nothing that isn't fixable." You said softly while taking one of his large hands into yours. The number of lives his hands had claimed wasn't even alarming at this point. You could feel his muscles relax as you brought the warm palm to your cheek, kissing the heel of his thumb in the process.

"You intend to fix it yourself, then?" That deep, timbre voice; though terrifying to many- soothed your soul in a way you couldn't even begin to describe.

"Of course, my King." You promised, smiling up at him while placing your hand over his against your face. Knowing he could crush your entire skull with just a swift grip made this warm palm all the more comforting in an odd way.

And it was because you knew he wouldn't ever do such a thing...at least not to you. His intimidating gaze shifted from the maid to you, and watching those crimson hues give up on their anger made you caress his hand tenderly.

"Then that is what I expect." He commanded, the pad of his thumb ever so briefly smoothing under your eye before pulling away. You gave a slight bow of respect before his departure and then turned back to the maid, who was still trembling with her face pressed into the tatami mats.

"Come on; we'll fix it together."

Joining your King later in the evening at the hot springs near his home, you remained on the ground at the edge, massaging his massive shoulders as he relaxed.

"I hope the end of this day is finding you well, my King." You spoke gently as your smaller hands worked into the muscles to relax him. He hummed in response, leaning his head back into your lap. A smile tugged at your lips while you looked down at him, hesitantly moving one of your hands to cup his cheek.

"Join me."

He finally said before lifting his head and moving forward into the water more, turning to watch you obey his order. You slightly laughed while swinging your legs into the water but hugged yourself in embarrassment. "You know I can't swim."

"Oh, come now, it's not that deep."

"My King, you're also much taller." You pointed out through a giggle, slowly swishing your legs in the water, enjoying the warmth surrounding them. Taking a moment to survey the large rocks beneath the surface, you shifted into the water, carefully holding onto anything you could to keep your footing. Before you got too far, you turned your back to Sukuna, removing your petite robe to lay on the ground at the water's edge. Honestly, the two of you had never spent any intimate moments together, and you hadn't been uncovered in his presence. But you knew better than completely submerging yourself in the water with clothing. Wrapping an arm across your chest, you turned and ventured toward the center where your husband was waiting. The water started to engulf you, and it got up to your shoulders before stopping, still a reasonable distance from him.

"All the way." He chuckled, able to stand in the deepest area with his chest still out of the water. Then, one of those large hands reached out toward you, and for a moment, you felt your face flush with a warmth that wasn't from the heat of the springs.

Quickly judging the distance, you shoved off the rock, flopping forward into the water without grace. You scrambled for his hand with both of yours, clinging to him desperately as you no longer felt the stone bottom under your feet. A cat being tossed in the water looked more elegant than you had at that moment, and the blush across your face proved your embarrassment.

Sputtering through the water splashed onto your face, you laughed while keeping both arms wrapped around his. Your feet held together against his thigh to keep you above the water enough, so you didn't feel like you were sinking in too much.

He smirked in humor while wrapping an arm around our waist, helping you stay afloat while he sank to be face level with you.

"I'm happy you're in a good mood." You smiled at him softly, gently reaching out to cup his cheek. "It brings me joy when you're pleased, my King..."

"What other things bring you joy?"

"Oh, it's not a concern...just so long as you are-"

He halted your words with a soft kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock and nervousness when your gaze was locked with his, unable to look away from those intense eyes. He stepped back slowly, sitting down and resting you upon his lap to face him. Your knees pressed upon his thighs, and once his lips separated from yours, you tucked your face into his neck, hiding bashfully. He's never displayed any form of affection...and this was so sudden. At the moment, you weren't sure how you felt about it.

You had gotten so comfortable with him over the time you'd spent at his side, but mainly you served him just as any maid had done.

"Why are you hiding?" He asked quietly, one of those enormous hands caressing our back ever so gently. The tips of his claws glided carefully along your skin, making you shudder in amazement to know he could honestly do whatever he wanted to you at any given moment. Yet, he refrained...

"I just wasn't expecting such a thing." You murmured with honesty, leaning back to address your King correctly.

"I know we're married, but It isn't for usual reasons...So I never imagined anything happening." Then, feeling one of his hands cup your cheek so tenderly, you leaned into it through comfort.

"Are you opposed to being my wife?"

"No, of course not. I was offered, but I still accepted your hand willingly and with the highest honor. The King of Curses keeping me at his side? Even if for your amusement, you've been so generous and kind to me. I couldn't even envision returning home or going elsewhere..."

Kneeling upon the lap of the most feared being in the known world brought a feeling into your heart you couldn't explain. His hands never held you in place against your will, and you never winced in fear when he spoke. You've seen him kill, seen him dispose of disobeying servants without a second thought, and you've even prepared some of the grotesque delicacies he enjoyed on occasion. But, you had a warm bed, food in your belly, a safe home, and even enough respect from your King to talk him down from discarding a maid for something trivial. The estate felt brighter the longer you were here, and the maids and other servants became less tense with each passing day. You fixed minor blemishes throughout his home, happily applying any skill you could where needed. This was your husband's home, but it was also your home, and you took pride in the care of it.

When Sukuna relaxed in the courtyard, you would tend to the gardens. Any fruit in nearby trees would also be picked and offered to your King. In the moments you sat on his lap and relaxed, you had never felt safer. Being in the arms of such a disaster would inflict pure trauma upon most. But it only brought you peace...as if you were being spared.

As your King pulled your body against him in the water, you whimpered softly for him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he embraced you, and you smiled fondly at the closeness.

That was the first time the two of you shared such a tender moment, and you cherished it closely. Your husband wasn't a man of many words or emotions, and you accepted that fact quickly. When he did decide to display affection towards you, it was such an honorable gift. Most of the chores you used to do were banned from you now, as the wife of Sukuna shouldn't be cleaning floors or cooking meals.

You still gathered flowers and pampered your King when you could, enjoying the good mood he'd be in from your simple actions. The maids and other servants would enjoy moments with you, as well as you talked to them throughout the day. You were surprised to find that many of them came from worse places, which is why they do their best for the King. Though Sukuna could be a terrifying monster, so long as they did everything they were supposed to do, he more or less left them alone. The ones who disregarded his rules and expectations were disposed of without hesitation. You knew he was very strict when you arrived but seeing him relax and ease up over time was comforting. Were you melting that ice around his cold heart so quickly? It almost felt wrong to take credit for it...

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sparklingcid3r · 23 days

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wow ur last hc was a full meal like that was poetry!! urrrr mind!!!

wut do u think it was like for darry having tg back to the high school for the first time? maybe to pick on pony when he was sick and half the teachers wondering y ponys dad is so young and the other half looking disappointed that darry became a dropout? wut was going thru his mind (besides the fact tht pony is sick and likely exhausted bc his nightmares r keeping him up)

ty!! i live to serve (cunt)💅

also i’m rereading this after i finished and am realizing that maybe i did not answer this as best as i could have, i got carried away again🙏 bless yall for putting up w my bs because wth

- Darry was dreading this moment. He knew it was coming, he knew it was inevitable, and he knew that he couldn’t pass it off to someone else. He was the guardian, he was the first number the office secretary called. They worked to get into contact with him, no one else

- So Darry is given his lunch break early to go and pick up his brother from school, the one he’s been told just threw up in the nurse’s office and woke up from a nap screaming. Maybe they should have given him just one more week

- Darry thinks about a lot on the drive over. He can’t understand the way Pony is expressing his grief because Darry never let himself feel it the way Pony does. He thinks the best way to deal with it is to dig his heels in and push back, and since it worked for him, he’s under the impression that it would work for anyone if they’d just try

- Cut Darry some slack he’s got a lot on his plate this is just him wishing there was less

- He actually does believe it though

- Will Rogers is smaller than he remembers when he pulls into the visitors parking lot. He can see his old parking spot as he walks towards the entrance, taken up by a new senior, because that’s what time does. It erases and fills in, relinquishes and moves on

- There’s a new lady working the front desk in the office. She’s young, got maybe just a few years on him. His face isn’t the first thing she looks at when he walks in. A couple of months ago, he would have picked up what she was putting down, even leaned into it. Now, it makes him squirm

- When Darry tells her he’s picking up a Ponyboy Curtis from the nurse, her eyebrows get a formal introduction to her hairline. At first, Darry doesn’t understand what’s got her so shocked, but then she goes to the phone to confirm with the nurse and says, “Hi, Colleen, I have Ponyboy’s, ah, his father here?”

- Darry keeps his face neutral, but something inside him shifts when he thinks about how they will have to replace their parents’ names with his in Pony’s file. He thinks so long about it that it doesn’t occur to him to correct the secretary

- The nurse—Mrs. Perry, if nothing had changed in the short while it took Darry to end up right back where he started—must have corrected her for him. “Oh, brother, I see.” He doesn’t like being looked at by her half-lidded eyes, but naturally she does so when saying to him, “I’m very sorry about that, Mr. Curtis. Ponyboy will be here in a moment. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

- Darry turns away and replies curtly, “No, thank you.”

- Mrs. Perry herself has walked Pony to the office, whose shoulders are sloping and head is downturned. His hair hides his face, a second shield, like he expects a verbal lashing right in front of the staff. Darry doesn’t know why. Maybe he thinks something in Darry is bound to blow, and maybe he’s right. But not now

- “I hear you’re not feeling too hot, Pony,” he tries, and Pony shrugs. Darry doesn’t try again, just accepts the absence note from the secretary

- “It’s good to see you again, Darrel. You look healthy,” Mrs. Perry says. Her lipsticked smile is warm and further crinkles her eyes, but a certain sadness weighs her old features down. Darry always liked her and, having been a football player, spent a decent chunk of time sitting in her office for the old once-over. She might have been one of the first people to tell him he was going places, all the way back in his sophomore year

- A sweet old lady, disappointed by the twist of fate but with no way of saying that to Darry’s face

- “Thank you, ma’am,” Darry says, and drops a hand on Pony’s shoulder. It unbalances his kid brother more than it ought to, so he takes it as an opportunity to get the hell out of there. “It was good seeing you again.”

- “Likewise. Take care, Ponyboy. Feel better soon.”

- Pony nods, goes for a tight-lipped smile. It’s better than nothing, so Darry lets him off easy

- They get back to the truck and Pony is curled up in the passenger seat, leaning on the door and hugging his bag. The back of his head is turned to Darry while he watches the window

- Darry starts the car. “You shouldn’t have gone to school if you weren’t feeling good.”

- Pony mumbles under his breath

- “Words, Ponyboy. You gotta use ‘em if you want people to understand what you’re saying.”

- “You told me it was time to go back. I’ve spent enough time lazing around on my ass, you said. You said that.”

- Darry’s grip on the wheel paints a white streak across his knuckles. “Obviously if you’re sick and throwing up, you stay home. You forgot to mention that part this morning. Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you.” Pony was possibly about to say something, but Darry cut him off. He was too angry to hear him out. “I had to use up my lunch break to pick you up today and you’re real lucky I hadn’t taken it yet, because that would be money down the drain. You get that, Ponyboy? That I have to actually work to make sure we keep a roof over our heads?”

- Pony doesn’t clap back when Darry expects him to. It quickly drains all the fight from his body and unwraps the pressure in his chest, realizing that arguing has become more familiar than just talking. It’s like he doesn’t know how to converse with Pony anymore without it dissolving into a yelling match to see who’ll shove the last word in

- He’s sick, Darry remembers, and all Darry knows how to do to get a word out of him is to yell. They never used to come to blows this quick

- But if Pony would just think first, use the God-given head he’s got on his shoulders, so many arguments would be avoided. Darry would have let him stay home from school if he’d been told that Pony was under the weather, right?

- “Just forget it,” Pony mutters, pulling his bag closer to his chest and setting his gaze back out the window

- Darry glances at him, then fixes his eyes on the road, stuck wondering how he let it get this bad

ignore the fact i wrote fanfiction in bullet points lmfao i was cheffing it up too hard

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nethhiri · 7 months

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Marooned: Chapter 13

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: None

An Eyeful

The pieces of Killer's mask came together easily enough in the soft dandelion glow of your power. You didn't have all of the pieces, but there were enough that your power could fill in the gaps. If you didn't have any pieces, or you just had a handful, your power couldn't recreate the object. Something near-complete could be fixed. That was what you had figured out so far, in any case. Without Kid being able to snatch you off the deck, you got your duties done and had free time, which meant you could, at last, restore Killer's helmet.

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. No one was in the mess hall when you walked through, Mini on your heels. Muted clangs could be heard the closer you got to the kitchen. You motioned for Mini to stay out of the kitchen. Compromising sanitary conditions was not on your agenda. The first mate was busy making breakfast for everyone. Clearing your throat to get Killer's attention, "Hey."

Killer looked over his shoulder, "Mornin, ... I don't even know what your name is."

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm not a permanent addition." Killer had narrowed his eyes at that under his old mask. Leaning against the counter, you continued. "Kid calls me Rotten." Killer turned his attention back to cooking, letting silence fall over the room. "I, um, wanted to apologize for ... the other day."

No sound came out, but you saw Killer's shoulders move like he was laughing. "I know that was all Kid. Not your fault."

"Yeah, well," you pushed his fixed helmet across the counter that was between you. "Here." Killer turned quickly at the familiar sound of his helmet clattering on the wood. He grabbed it and turned his face away from you to swap it for the old one. Must be force of habit. You had already seen his face... amongst other things.

"Oh! Thank you. I'll have to tell Kid he doesn't have to bother with making a new one."

"I don't know why you wear that. I mean, look at me. My face is half melted and you're... not... ugly." You tried your best not to outright hit on him, kinda doing it in spite of that. You hoped your face wasn't red even though you swear the back of his neck turned red when you said it. Killer didn't say anything. "Not that it doesn't also look good on," you over-corrected trying not to offend him and accidentally hit on him again. Changing the subject, you went to see what he was doing, "Do you need help with anything? You seem like you're feeling back to normal."

"I am." Killer glanced towards the door. "Your friend can't be in here."

For a second you didn't know what he was talking about and then you saw the front half of a snout sticking through the saloon doors with stubby legs poking out the bottom. "Sorry. I'll get out of your hair." You started to leave.

"Hey," Killer called. "I like what you've done with my shirt." You had been wearing it with one of Heat's old corsets over it, which served two purposes: keeping your boobs in place and giving you a shape.

Wire had been harder on you and the other rookies than he normally was, making some of you go back over places that were already cleaned. It wasn't until later that you had learned that Kid wanted to celebrate Killer being back and the addition of a doctor to the crew. You started to worry that you were going to be held captive here. Worse, why had you been cleaning for your own party!? You supposed it was only fair since Killer was cooking for his own party, too.

To your relief, the girls had kidnapped you away to the women's quarters towards the end of the day, Quincy saying something about you should look nice at your party. Since you stayed in the infirmary, you only hung out with them during meals or on deck. They were nice, but there was no point making friends if you would be gone soon. They unlaced your corset, pulled your shirt over your head, temporarily blinding you, and dragged you into the baths. They scrubbed you down thoroughly while you complained that you could wash yourself, some of them snickering when they saw the bruising fingerprints on your hips and, as it turns out, Kid's lipstick must be longwear. After that, they sat you butt ass naked on the floor of their quarters while they decided what to do.

"You can't wear that shirt any more. It's crusty and I don't even want to know what the crust is," Quincy chastised.

You frowned. "It's all I have!" Your arms covered your chest. "Kid gave me a bunch of hooker clothes to choose from. I'm not trying to flash the entire crew."

"So just some of us then?" Dive teased.

A girl with a mohawk, named Emma, brought out a pile of clothes. "We have a free for all pile. Kid knows that."

I'm going to kill him. I really am. "You don't say." Your frown deepened.

They giggled. "Sorry. Maybe we should have stepped in." Quincy halfway apologized. "You were such a good distraction for him though, it made our lives easier... and quieter."

You rolled your eyes, but that gave you an idea. "Make me the biggest distraction you possibly can." That's how you would get back at Kid. It wasn't going to end well for you in the long run most likely, though any chance to see him drool or beg, and you would take it. "Is he always like this? I mean before I was here, did any of you...?" You didn't finish your question when you saw the look they were giving you.

"Ew, no. He's our boss." Dive fake gagged.

Quincy and Emma were digging through the pile of clothes, periodically taking something out and holding it up to you. "I'm not saying we don't have a little fun on the ship, but Captain and Killer are kind of off-limits. Not as a rule, just weird to sleep with the boss, especially when you know him as a person." Quincy added, "No offense."

"Yeah, plus Quincy has a huge crush on-." Quincy shoved a sock into Dive's mouth to shut her up.

She turned back to what she was doing. "We aren't talking about that, Dive." Dive stuck her tongue out at the ginger, when she was able to get the sock out of her mouth. "We stop a lot. The crew, including Captain, usually indulge themselves at the local brothels if they feel like it. Killer mostly supervises the rest of us while Kid is off doing gods know what."

Dive jeered, "And sometimes Killer supervises the captain doing gods know what." Some of the girls shot her a look. "What?! We all know it. No one is judging."

Emma held up a dress the color of old blood. "What about this one?"

Quincy grabbed it from her hands and did an excited bounce. "This is perfect! And I think I have lipstick to match." She tossed it over your head. "Put it on and stand up." She darted off to get, presumably, the lipstick.

You slid it on, unimpressed. "It's kind of baggy." Emma tugged it around so that you were wearing it properly. "Still not better." It was an off-shoulder type of top portion, with a slit down the middle, that could be tied to secure it from flapping open. The sleeves on it started halfway down your shoulder, draping down your arms. Emma tied the front so that it stayed on over your breasts. The slit created a little peekaboo window in the front. You knew that could be dangerous. One tug of the cord would undo the bow Emma made and your boobs would be bare to the wind, and you knew Kid would love that. You still couldn't see the vision. There was no shape at all to the fabric that brushed your ankles. You looked like a red tent. Quincy came back with something leather in her hand. Her arms snaked around your middle, fastening a black leather corset belt tight to your waist. It sat just above your hips and went up underneath your breasts, accentuating the shape of both. Oh. It didn't really support your boobs but it did push them up a smidge, enough to where you didn't feel like they were sagging. Looking into the girls' full-length mirror, you almost didn't recognize yourself. You couldn't tell if it was the illusion of the cinched waist or the fact that you had actually been eating enough to put weight on, but you were closer to your normal curvy body-type that you had been when you first came on board. You looked good. Sinful even. High-heeled black leather ankle boots to match the belt were being shoved at you before you knew Quincy had scurried away to grab them.

She looked you up and down before whistling. "Eustass better give me a raise for this." She pushed you to sit in one of the chairs scattered around the room so she could paint your face more easily. "Not that you didn't look good before, but now you look like a woman." Quincy snapped at Dive then pointed at your hair. Dive set to work brushing it into a half-up braided look. When Quincy got to the right side of your face, she took the eye patch away. You subconsciously gripped the fabric of the dress with white knuckles while she worked. "You okay?"

When you saw where she was looking, you released your grip. "Yeah. It's fine." You struggled to keep your mind off the feeling of her touching your skin.

"What happened?" Her voice had a tinge of pity, no, empathy. "I mean you don't have to say. Sorry I'm being nosey."

She had you in a vulnerable state, being so kind, and making you feel like a whole person again. "It's a long story. I got in over my head, made some powerful people mad, and got punished for meddling."

"Didn't you have a fake eye?" Dive chimed in.

You nearly choked on your spit. "Oh...uh." Your chest felt hot and you shifted your weight. "Kid... is holding onto it."

"So he must have been in the women's showers because it rolled under the door, huh?" Now you really wanted to slide through a crack in the floor.

"Dive, quit." Quincy made a face and shook her head. "He's terrible. He's my captain, but he's terrible." Quincy cleaned your lipstick up with her fingernail along the edges.

You shrugged. "I... don't really mind. At least he's hot." That earned you a chorus of disagreement. "What!?" Obviously, they didn't think the same as you.

Emma cackled and helped you up from your seated position as the other girls started shoving you out. "You're all done. Get out of here, captain-fucker," Emma smacked your ass and shoved the eyepatch into your hand on the way out.

Great. I'm either 'Rotten' or 'captain-fucker'. You should just tell them your real name at this point. It would be less painful. The eyepatch was really cramping the vibe of your outfit, so you went back to the infirmary with a plan. A lot of the things you discovered about your devil fruit were by accident. At first you thought it could only heal, then when you realized you could fix things that weren't flesh, you thought it might just restore things to their original states. That wasn't quite it either. As long as you had enough materials, you could transform them into what you wanted them to be. It just so happened that in the beginning, you had wanted your flesh to be healed or your shirt to be repaired, so you started calling your devil fruit: The Fix-Fix Fruit. Technically, by changing something's form, you were still fixing it; you were fixing it in a way to suit you. Setting the eyepatch down, you rifled through the cabinets for old or empty glass bottles. When you had a few in front of you, you put your hands around them. With eyes clenched tight, a picture in your mind, the bottles were bathed in a gentle glow, slowly taking the shape of a small sphere. Focusing hard for the next part, the clear glass became opaque, nearly white, a dot of color bloomed from the center until it matched your Y/E/C iris. The lid of your good eye lifted cautiously. It looked nearly identical to what was lost. Washing it off, you separated the eyelids on the right and popped it in, then used the reflection in a metal medical instrument to make sure it moved appropriately. The sight in front of you, though distorted through the bend in the metal, was you. The you from before this life.

#eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #one piece #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #x reader #marooned

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HI!!! I don’t usually do this but could I request a spider noir fic where fem reader goes out to dinner with him and then forces him to dance (maybe waltz or tango?) with the reader, if you don’t want to do it I completely understand!!! ❤️💙

Just wanted to say I absolutely L.O.V.E.D your other noir fic it literally had me blushing it was AMAZING!!!!

(Sorry if if the English is bad) :]

Thank you for the request and the compliments! I had a hard time narrating a waltz of tango, so I hope swing and jazz are sufficient. Here it is!

Let's Dance!

Spider-Man Noir x fem reader

Summary: "Reader goes out to dinner with him and then forces him to dance". Peter is awkward and acts like he can't around others, but soon warms up.

Warnings: straight-up fluff. Thats it!

A/N: Thank you all for all of the requests! They are still open! I really want to make a part 2 to Desire, so that might be next. This one is pretty short, but enjoy!

It was your average dinner date with Peter, finally together after a long few weeks of work. There was a nearby bar club where they served great food and exceptional drinks. The last time, you were there with a few friends. It was a pleasant night filled with watching talented couples dance and hearing all sorts of lively jazz music from the band.

You both stepped out of the car, Peter wearing a dressier-than-usual suit and yellow tie to match your nicely fitted yellow tea-length dress. It had short sleeves and a creme color shawl covered your shoulders. You also had creme-colored short gloves and heels on. Maybe a bit formal for a bar dinner, but you had a plan to make this man dance.

Both of you enjoyed dancing in your living room while listening to your favorite records, and you were not too horrible at it either. Peter was quite the lead. Of course, watching those couples dance the other night made you swoon, thinking about how you two would look. He was completely unaware of this, you knew how he would react if so. He would deny his dancing abilities and shoo you off in hopes that you wouldn't ask again. He knew you two were great at it but he was self-conscious.

As the waiter sat you both down at a small table and handed you the menus, you took off your gloves and put them beside your purse, watching as he smiled at you. “What are you thinking of getting, doll face?” he asked before looking down at his options.

“Oh, I don't know yet.” you paused, sighing lightly. As you both talked about what meals look best the waiter took your orders and the night progressed.

“Peter, How could you?” you laughed heartily as he finished telling you a hilariously embarrassing story. “It wasn't my fault! It was definitely an accident.” he chuckled. As you continued eating, you looked over at the dancers again, them perfectly swinging and swaying. Now was your chance.

“Hmmm,” you hummed mysteriously. “We should join them,” you suggested, whipping back to face him with a playful smile. He was fast to shoot the idea down, “Now, you're full of great ideas but this is not one.” he joked, shaking his head. “Oh, Peter, please?” you begged with a puppy-like pout.

“No.” he laughed breathlessly, basically scoffing. You started to stand up, shrugging off your shawl and scooting over to his chair. “Come on…” you grinned, reaching out and gently pulling on his stubborn arm. “Sweetheart, I can't.” he tried to pull back uncooperatively, but you didn't let him, pulling harder and raising him up in the process. “Oh yes, you can mister. I know from first-hand experience.” you giggled. He followed you stiffly with a frown as you dragged him onto the floor. You looked down, taking one hand in his and the other on his shoulder as he placed his on your waist. You then looked up at him with raised eyebrows and a sweet smile. As the music started up again, a trumpet billowed out a catchy lick as the people around you started swaying. You could see that he was clearly uncomfortable, so you whispered quietly, “You’re doing great!”. He smiled through gritted teeth as he focused on your feet, trying not to stomp on them. You just continued encouraging him throughout the first dance, the music playing a soft jazz number. As the song faded everyone stopped to clap before getting back in place. This time a much more energetic tune started, Peter finally warming up. He took his hand in yours again, swinging to the rhythm and happily laughing. He then pushed you out, as you twirled and came back in as he dipped you, holding on tight. “Keep it up doll,” he mumbled to you.

After the last dance, you both let go and started walking back towards the table. As you sat down you were both out of breath and sighing with big smiles. “Oh, that was fun,” you exhaled. “You were amazing, young lady. Much better than I expected,” he chuckled sarcastically. You swatted at him lightheartedly as you both walked out of the club content.

“We should do this more often,” you suggested, holding onto his arm and looking up at him. He blushed lightly, gazing into your beautiful eyes. He didn't want to say yes, but he knew he was defeated. “Yes ma’am.” he gave in, looking back up and patting your arm affectionately.

#spiderman noir #spidernoir #atsv x reader #fluff #itsv #atsv #pet names #spider man noir x reader #spidernoir x reader #Peter Benjamin Parker #requests #requests open #fanfic #tumblr #into the spiderverse #itsv x reader

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At a Blade's End || Chapter 1: The New Target

Summary:

Hob declines an offer from enterprising noble Roderick Burgess to buy his land after finding out the man's selfish mindset about his ambitions.

However, Roderick Burgess is not one to take no for an answer.

Word Count: 2,671

Notes:

For Dreamling Week Day 7: Assassins

[Read on AO3]

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He perched on the lowest branch deep within the tree’s leaves, allowing him a good view of the road below but keeping himself out of sight.

The moon was shining bright tonight, and he was confident that he would spot the target as soon as it arrived. This was the main road out of the village, and most merchants took it to transport their wares more conveniently.

He did not need to wait long, for merely a handful of minutes later, a familiar carriage turned the corner, pulled along by two horses driven by one man.

The carriage would pass by in front of his tree any moment now.

Three.

Two.

One.

He leapt out of the branch and tackled the man to the ground, sitting up and pinning him down.

The horses, feeling the reigns go slack, became restless and swerved in different directions as they dragged the carriage behind them.

“You…!” The man’s eyes widened in recognition and fear.

He lifted his dagger and sliced through the man’s throat.

The man didn’t say anything more, his eyes still wide and unblinking beneath the moonlight.

He would need to modify the look of that wound later. But for now, he had something else to attend to.

He stood up and turned smoothly on his heel, heading towards the carriage.

***

“Don’t you have that meeting with the Burgess fella?” Louise said as she walked over to Hob behind the bar. “Why’re you still here?”

“I’ve still got a bit of time left,” Hob looked at his pocketwatch. He liked to help out at the tavern even for a short while every day, especially during lunch hours like these when the place tended to be busy.

“You work too hard, boss,” Matthew said, bringing in a tray of empty mugs from the tables.

“Maybe he’s makin’ up for how you’re hardly workin’, Matt,” Louise called after him as he walked into the kitchens.

“Not taking that from you, Lou,” Matthew called back, the door closing behind him.

“Go ahead, boss,” Louise nodded towards the doorway of the tavern. “We can hold down the fort.”

“Alright,” Hob relented. “Wouldn’t do to keep a nobleman waiting.”

“Aren’t you a nobleman, too?” Louise raised an eyebrow.

“I’m much more patient compared to others,” Hob said, only half-joking.

He walked past the tables and went out to his carriage waiting outside the tavern.

“Good afternoon, Abel,” Hob greeted his coachman already waiting for him. “Have you eaten already?”

“Yes, sir,” Abel nodded from his seat behind the horses. “Louise got me a table and served me lunch about a half hour ago.”

Hob nodded. “Very well, then. We best be off to Fawney Rig.”

Abel urged the horses to move with a gentle motion of the reins, and the carriage rolled down the dirt road.

***

“I trust your journey has been peaceful, Sir Gadling?” Roderick Burgess asked after his servants had finished laying out their food on the table.

“Indeed, Sir Burgess. The roads were even, and it is not quite so hot out, which I am grateful for also because it allows us to have this meal in your beautiful garden,” Hob said pleasantly.

“My servants would hold umbrellas for us even if it does get too hot,” Burgess said indifferently. “Heaven knows I pay them enough for such a small task.”

Hob’s smile almost faltered, but he kept up his friendly tone. “So, Sir Burgess, the invitation I received mentioned your interest in my farm?”

“Yes,” Burgess nodded and took a sip of his tea. “Your land is along the main road leading to the church and residential areas. I would like to purchase it.”

Hob’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh. I see.” He was under the impression that Burgess wanted some sort of trade agreement, or perhaps to have Hob’s farm be his supplier for another business. “I’m afraid it’s not for sale, Sir Burgess. That land has been within my family for generations, and I am inclined to keep it that way. But perhaps I can recommend other properties? I know a few people who might be more willing to sell their lands.”

Burgess shook his head. “Properties along the main roads are the most profitable. I should like to build an inn or a tavern where your farm currently resides. Name your price, Sir Gadling.”

“I’m not too certain that the main roads would be as good for profit as they once were,” Hob began. “Have you heard of the wolf attack the other night?”

“Nasty business,” Burgess wrinkled his nose. “Not very good table conversation.”

“Yes, of course,” Hob tipped his head politely. “I just meant that perhaps we shouldn’t conduct any new ventures along the main roads until the authorities have set up some security measures.”

“Travellers know the risks. If they go to an inn and get attacked by wild beasts or some other along the way, that is not the responsibility of the inn’s owner, is it? I do not see why the other night’s events should concern me. Besides, only one merchant died, if the servants’ incessant gossip are to be believed. Merchants arrive here by the handful every week. Apparently the horses even got loose from the carriage and were unharmed. You, there!” he turned and roughly called out to one of the servants.

A young woman came rushing to their table with her head bowed.

“Bring us a basket of apples. And be quick about it.”

“Yes, Master Burgess,” the woman dipped her head even lower and scurried away.

“Where was I?” Burgess turned back to Hob. “Ah, yes, the main roads. If you sell me your land, you will not have to worry about any attacks on that area. Whatever happens there would be solely my responsibility.”

Based on the short time he had known him, Hob doubted that Burgess was the type of man who would ever take responsibility for anything. But he saw no use in mentioning that.

“I really am sorry, Sir Burgess, but my farm remains off the market,” Hob said politely. He would have reiterated his suggestion to introduce Burgess to his friends who might be willing to sell, but Hob didn’t actually hate any of his friends to inflict Burgess upon them. “I do wish you the best in your business endeavours, though I doubt you will need any luck or well-wishes given how consistently successful your properties are.”

Burgess snorted. “I did not take you for a flatterer, Sir Gadling. Though I will not contest the accuracy of your statement.”

The servant returned with a bowl of sliced apples, and placed it down carefully on the table before leaving again without a sound.

Burgess picked up an apple slice without so much as a glance to the person who brought the fruit. “Very well. Perhaps I can persuade you to some sort of bargain before this meal ends.”

***

Hob was not persuaded, in the end. Though he did do his best impression of someone who was very interested in what Burgess had to say about astrology and the occult and how it was unlucky to have a farm on such an inauspicious location relative to the sunrise, and how Hob should seriously consider selling to him while the land was still valuable.

Hob thanked him generously for his wisdom after the meal and politely declined Burgess’ offer to have a servant walk him to the gates. He had seen how often and how roughly Burgess ordered the servants around throughout their entire meeting, and he didn’t want any of them to walk with him under the sun which had grown significantly hotter now when he knew perfectly well how to find the exit himself.

He saw a few more servants tending to the garden as he walked; trimming the hedges, watering the plants, harvesting. He thought about his own workers back at his farm, how he had given specific instructions to his foreman for all of them to take more frequent breaks when it was particularly hot, and he wondered if Burgess ever considered things like that.

Lost in his own thoughts and with the sun partially blinding him, Hob didn’t notice the figure turning the corner until they had already collided and a basket of fruit fell at his feet.

“I'm very sorry, sir,” the servant muttered in a low voice and hurriedly crouched down to pick up the blueberries that had spilled on the grass.

“No, no,” Hob crouched down as well and helped, their fingers brushing together as they quickly gathered the fruits. “I wasn't looking where I was going, it was my fault.”

They stood up and returned the blueberries to the basket, Hob carefully letting them roll off his palms.

“Sorry about that, uh… what’s your name?” Hob asked politely.

“My… name, sir?” The servant kept his head down the entire time, and Hob could barely see his face. Christ, did Burgess order his workers to avert their eyes all the time? What sort of man would do that?

“Yes, if you’re comfortable enough to share it?” Hob said encouragingly, not wanting him to feel like he was obligated to give his name.

The servant raised his head and met Hob’s gaze.

And Hob felt his breath catch in his throat.

The man had a fair face and the bluest eyes that Hob had ever seen. The colour of the sea after a storm. Uncut sapphires framed by long dark lashes.

“Morpheus,” came a quiet rumble from rose-pink lips. Then those blue eyes glanced down again. “Sir.”

“Morpheus…” Hob repeated, blinking himself back to his senses.

The man—Morpheus—tipped his head politely. “Pardon me, sir. I must bring these inside.” He walked past Hob and headed into the house.

Hob straightened himself and smoothed down his waistcoat, feeling somewhat disarmed by that interaction, though not necessarily in an unpleasant way.

He walked out of the gates and went back to his carriage.

***

“Morpheus!” Paul appeared in the kitchen doorway just as Morpheus placed down the basket on the tabletop. “I’ll handle that. Thank you again,” the young man said sheepishly, taking the blueberries to wash them.

“You are fortunate that I am the one who saw you with Alex, and not his father,” Morpheus chided lightly. He had come across them in the garden and only just managed to push them behind a topiary as another servant walked by. He had grabbed the basket of blueberries in the process, and used it as an excuse to the older servant as to why he had been standing there.

“Master Burgess never walks outside if it’s hot out,” Paul said, his ears reddening.

“And none of the servants would dare do anything to us,” Alex arrived, standing beside Paul. “I’m still the son of their master.”

“Even so, word could reach your father,” Morpheus reminded him. “And I hope you do not have any delusions that he would react positively to hearing that you two were in each other’s embrace.”

Alex looked down, his cheeks dusted pink. “He only insists on me marrying a noble because he wants me out of this house. Ever since Randall died he has hated me more,” his voice had grown quiet, and Paul put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Alex,” Morpheus said, softening his voice. Alexander Burgess had been like a little brother to him, his only friend ever since arriving at Fawney Rig many years ago. It pained him to see the boy unhappy. “We are both aware that if your father really wanted you out of this house, you would already be on the streets. Regardless, you two must be cautious. Especially you, Paul.”

They both nodded, Alex taking Paul’s hand and squeezing it.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Alex looked at Morpheus. “Father wants to see you.”

Morpheus instinctively tensed up. A summons from Roderick Burgess shortly after a meeting with someone usually only meant one thing.

He nodded. “Thank you, Alex.”

He went out of the kitchen and took the shortest route along the corridors to reach the highest balcony at the back of the manor overlooking a river. Most of the servants gave him a wide berth; they were not aware of the exact nature of his job, apart from being Lord Burgess’ personal servant, but it was that very uncertainty that unnerved them.

Morpheus paid them no mind. He had no time for such trifles.

He reached the stairs that would lead to the balcony, climbing soundlessly as he had been trained.

“If I can hear you approach, you’ve already disappointed me,” Lord Burgess glared down at him disapprovingly.

“Lord Burgess,” he announced his presence to the man sitting on a high-backed chair facing the river below them.

A hand motioned him forward, its many rings glittering in the sun.

Morpheus moved to stand in front of him, as he had every time he would be summoned here.

“I trust that no complications have arisen with your last assignment?” Lord Burgess asked. “I heard the horses got loose. Why is that?”

Because they were merely doing what they were told, and have neither stakes nor involvement in petty human affairs, Morpheus thought, his facial features remaining impassive.

“They were making too much noise; I did not want to risk drawing the attention of passers-by. And killing both animals would have made it look like a huge pack of wolves had ventured so near residential areas, which could cause a panic and disturb the daily routines that we have so meticulously studied,” Morpheus delivered his prepared explanation.

“Everyone believes it is a wolf attack, then?” Lord Burgess took a sip of wine from his gilded goblet.

“Indeed,” Morpheus confirmed. “I made multiple cuts on the body to mimic the marks of claws and teeth, and damaged the carriage similarly. The patches of wolf fur I placed all over the area have been discovered. The merchant’s death remains unquestioned.”

Lord Burgess nodded, expecting nothing less. “You have a new target.”

Morpheus stood up straighter, already feeling the familiar grip of daggers in his hands.

“The guest I had hosted earlier today. Robert Gadling.”

Morpheus suddenly recalled a pair of brown eyes, warm as the first rays of sun on soft earth. Fingers too callused than what he would have expected of noblemen who never did a day’s labour in their lives.

“Immediately?” Morpheus asked, the phantom daggers in his hands somehow feeling cold and heavy.

Lord Burgess shook his head. “No. That merchant’s death is still too fresh in the people’s minds, and at least a few of them would be aware that he had come here shortly before attempting to leave the village. Another death by someone who had recently stepped foot in my home would be too suspect. First, I want you to find out who would inherit his lands so that I may make the necessary arrangements. Then you can dispose of him. Wolf attack, food that had unfortunately gone bad and poisonous, figure something out,” he waved his hand lazily. “It might take a while longer than your usual assignments, but completing it shouldn’t be a problem, correct?”

Morpheus could still hear Robert Gadling’s voice, the kindest one that had spoken to him in as long as he could remember. He had asked if Morpheus felt comfortable in speaking his name, and Morpheus was so taken aback in his comfort being considered that he had actually looked at the man, despite Lord Burgess’ rule that his servants should never look in the eye those who rank higher than them—Morpheus had earned being the exception when addressing Lord Burgess himself, but he was expected to act as a common servant in the presence of others.

Morpheus tilted his chin up and gripped his phantom daggers more securely. Things like kindness and comfort were not meant for people such as him; he had forfeited his right to them long ago.

“Yes, Lord Burgess. It would not be a problem.”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Three

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Roommate

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian begin their work inside the circus but encounter a surprising individual.

“Friends! Lend me your ears! We’ve a couple of newcomers joining us today,” said Joker to the rest of the troupe.

Behind him, Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) stepped out. Ciel wore a blue, black, and white costume with bows and a pirate hat. Sebastian had been lucky enough to just get to wear his suit and just changed his tie for a bow and a top hat. (Y/N)’s maid outfit had not been suitable at all, but they had been able to keep to black. They wore a black leotard with faux gemstones of black overlaid so that they shimmered as they moved, black heels, and netted stockings.

Sebastian was doing his best to not let his eyes roam—he was a professional—but (Y/N)’s figure was quite something, and as had been established, they were always attractive to Sebastian. It didn’t help that the outfit’s silhouette and show of (Y/N)’s skin and body were reminiscent of their demon form. Sebastian attempted to control his thoughts, but images of them in their demon form with him in his own continue to flit through his mind.

(Y/N) below him, cat ears twitching in pleasure while their sharp eyes try to stay open as he gave them pleasure humans could never imagine. (Y/N) above him, tail curling over him as he allowed himself vulnerability and placed himself in their power. (Y/N) with his true name on their lips as they moan and c—

“This one here in the tailcoat is Black!” introduced Joker, shaking Sebastian from his thoughts.

“I am Black. Nice to meet you,” said Sebastian, quickly collecting himself and smiling.

“Then we’ve got the acrobatic Cat,” said Joker.

(Y/N) smiled and ignored the teasing look in Sebastian’s eyes as he smirked at them when he heard their circus name.

“And this little one—” Joker gestured to Ciel “—is Smile!”

(Y/N) and Sebastian were both smothering laughs as Ciel blanched.

“Treat them well, now, alright?” said Joker.

“Come, Smile. Say hello to your seniors,” said Sebastian, stepping towards the other troupe members.

“And remember a smile,” teased (Y/N).

“I…I look forward to working with you.” Ciel forced the words out.

“C’mon Smile, smile!” cheered Joker. Ciel forced a smile, and Joker laughed. “Now I’ll give ye a quick tour. Come with me.” He led them to a collection of smaller tents. “First, these are the tents ye’ll be sleeping in. This is where the so-called ‘second-string’ members—stagehands, newcomers, and the like—live. There’s usually two or three to a tent.” He nodded to a larger tent. “And that there’s the dining tent and the tent that serves as our larder. It’s up to ye new folk to cook up the meals, too, so give it your best! The tent all the way in the back is the first-aid tent, and…” Joker showed them to a roped off area with medium-sized tents. “From ‘here on back are the private tents of the main cast.”

(Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a look. That was where the real information would be if there was any. The “main cast” would definitely be involved with any wrongdoings of the circus if it turned out it was the cause of the children’s disappearances.

“Private tents?” said Ciel.

“Well, once ye hit it big, ye get a place to yourself.” Joker pointed to a tent. “Oh, and one more thing, that’s Snake’s tent, so ye should stay away for your own good. There are a great many poisonous snakes roaming free, so one bite, and off ye go to the other side. Snake and his slithery friends are still veeery shy, so newcomers especially should stay sharp ‘round these parts.” Joker cocked his head. “By the way, what’s become of your right eye, Smile?”

“Eh?” Ciel stammered. “Ah, this, there was an accident.”

“How sad,” said Joker genuinely. “For someone so little to have had such misfortune befall him.” Undoubtedly, Ciel’s “accident” reminded him of he and his circus troupe’s various disabilities. Joker smiled and patted Ciel’s head. “Well, everyone ‘ere’s got their own issues, so ye’ll get along just fine!”

“Yes,” Ciel forced the word out awkwardly.

“Like us, did everyone here join the troupe while the circus was making the rounds?” asked Sebastian.

“For the most part, yes, but all the first-string members come from the same town. Guess ye could say we’re all childhood friends,” said Joker.

“Childhood friends?” repeated (Y/N), raising an eyebrow. That was a promising lead.

“Yeah, but Snake’s still a rookie. He’s a genius with his snakes he is, and we were without a snake charmer at the time, so he became a member right quick,” said Joker. “If ye join the first string, ye don’t have to help with prep, and ye don’t have to worry about fighting for your meals. And ye can get your own tent. That’s why everyone does their best to get to the top, to the first string.”

Joker finished the tour where they started, at a large tent filled with various tools, acrobatic bars, and tightropes—everything a circus performer could need to practice their tricks.

“And here we are: the training grounds,” said Joker. “Newcomers train and train ‘ere with the hope of debuting in an actual performance one day. Ye must always start with the basics. Once ye’ve made quick work of your warmups, then—”

“Joker!” called Beast, entering the tent. “It’s almost time.”

“I hear ye!” Joker clapped Sebastian and (Y/N) on the back and ruffled Ciel’s hair. “Good luck to ye! I’ll see ye after my performance.” He left with a smile, and Beast tsked as she watched the three newcomers.

(Y/N), Sebastian, and Ciel began stretching to talk quietly while blending in. Well, Ciel couldn’t really stretch, but Sebastian dutifully assisted him, and (Y/N) was contorting themself into positions humans couldn’t reach (cat flexibility came in handy).

“A tent full of poisonous snakes at the entrance of the main cast’s private quarters, hm?” huffed Ciel.

“Guard snakes instead of guard dogs, eh?” said Sebastian.

“So to gain access we need to become first-string,” said (Y/N), speaking upside-down in a backbend.

“Poisonous snakes won’t kill you two,” said Ciel. “Go see whether children are here or—”

“They are not here,” said Sebastian.

“There are no children’s presences at all in the circus,” said (Y/N), kicking over to their feet and sinking into the splits.

“But we have yet to find proof that the circus has no relation to the missing children. We can’t leave until we’ve looked into all the nooks and crannies of this place,” said Ciel.

“Quite,” said Sebastian, bending Ciel over his back. “It is entirely possible that they might be in such a condition that I would be unable to sense their presence.”

“Don’t say such an ill-omened thing,” said Ciel, struggling under Sebastian as he bent over Ciel’s back. “She wishes for the children’s safe return.”

“Yes, sir,” said Sebastian.

“However, instead of the children, we did sense—” began (Y/N).

“Heeey! Ye can’t be stretchin’ all slow and steady, like, pick it up!” said Dagger, jumping towards them.

“Huh? Dagger ol’ boy, wot about yer act?” said another circus performer.

“I was up first today! I’m all done, so I’ll supervise yer practice, like.” Dagger smiled. “First, we gotta decide what’cher act’s gonna be. Requests?”

“I’m fine with anything that doesn’t involve me using my body, like the tightrope. Anything but that,” said Ciel. Sebastian and (Y/N) unsuccessfully smothered chuckles at the memory of him on the tightrope.

“Yeah, ye do look awful weak!” laughed Dagger. “Then I’ll teach Smile all ‘e needs to ‘bout knife throwin’. What about you, Black, Cat?”

“Well, I do not have any requests in particular,” said Sebastian.

“I prefer acrobatics,” said (Y/N).

“Right,” said Dagger. “Well, then, show me what ye got, and I’ll see what I think would work!”

“Let’s see…juggling,” said Sebastian, throwing bottles incredible heights as they spun through his hands at high speeds.

“Passing through a ring of fire.” (Y/N) ran up and flipped through a ring of fire with the precision and ease of a cat slipping through a fence, landing on their feet without wavering.

“Pole climbing,” said Sebastian, running up a pole at a ninety-degree angle.

“Trapeze,” said (Y/N), swinging from the bars.

Sebastian joined them, and they jumped from one bar to the other, wrapping their legs and arms around him as he showed off his strength of support both (and smirked at the sensation of (Y/N) pressed so close). (Y/N) pushed off him and flipped backwards, landing on the other bar in a show of balance and strength humans simply couldn’t master.

(Y/N) paused as they saw Beast huffing over Betty the tiger. Her act had finished, but Betty clearly still wasn’t pleased with being retrained and was being more difficult than usual. (Y/N) smirked, deciding to have a bit of fun with Beast since they needed a bit of petty revenge after Sebastian was so close to her.

“That’s hardly a way to train such an animal,” said (Y/N), approaching the cage.

“What do you know about it?!” said Beast.

“I know that this darling tiger needs some respect,” said (Y/N). They knelt and extended a hand between the bars.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?! Are you mad just like that other one?!” said Beast.

But Betty let out a light growl, as close to a purr as a tiger could get, and butted her head against (Y/N)’s hand. Beast’s jaw dropped open, as did several other people’s. (Y/N) smiled and petted the tiger, who was reacting to (Y/N)’s demon cat side.

“Sebastian, would you like to apologize for accosting Betty yesterday?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“Of course,” said Sebastian. He eagerly walked over and began petting the tiger. He sighed happily. “So soft…So beautiful…”

(Y/N) smiled as they watched Sebastian. They were happy to make him happy. They didn’t believe there were many ways for them to show they cared for him or earn anything from him, so they did what they could. (Y/N) was blind to the fact that anything they did would be praised by Sebastian to Heaven and Hell and back.

The pair rose and returned to Dagger, who was still watching the tamed tiger in surprise.

�� “Wow!” said Dagger. “Ye two are something else, Black, Cat.”

“You’re overdoing it,” muttered Ciel. “You should be acting more like newcomers…”

“Don’t you want us to be first-string?” said (Y/N), smirking.

“Man! I give up! Two more mad great new fellers?! For real?! I can’t lose to ye,” laughed Dagger.

“…Another newcomer?” said Ciel.

“There’s this guy who’s just joined. ‘E’s amazin’! O’er there, on the tightrope,” said Dagger. “He used to be a civil servant or something’ and is serious like ye wouldna believe!”

And above them, in a brightly colored suit and holding a tree trimmer as he walked across the tightrope, stood the exact being (Y/N) and Sebastian had sensed at the circus. Their gaze darkened, and Ciel’s eyes widened.

“Heey! C’mon down ‘ere fer a bit!” called Dagger. “Suit!”

William the Grim Reaper glanced down. He sighed. “I thought I sensed something unpleasant. It was you two, was it? Good grief.” His Death Scythe extended and stabbed the ground beside Sebastian and (Y/N). “I never thought we would meet again. Goodness. What ever did you come sniffing around to devour this time?” He leapt down and pointed his Death Scythe at Sebastian’s neck. Sebastian shifted before (Y/N), unconsciously blocking them from any initial attack. “You demons!”

“Demon…?” said Dagger, perplexed, as people murmured in confusion.

“In this day and age, when there are rarely enough Grim Reapers to get the job done even at the best of times, the appearance of a demon, let alone two, means I shan’t be able to clock out on time yet again,” said William.

“Grim Reaper?” Dagger cocked his head.

Damn, they’re true identities! “N-No, he’s just—!” Ciel floundered for an explanation.

Dagger laughed and smacked William. “That’s enough o’ that, me big fore-‘eaded friend! Ye said it with such a serious mug, I couldna tell ye were jokin’!”

Ciel breathed a sigh of relief. (Y/N) wasn’t surprised at Dagger’s obliviousness. Humans would ignore the truth whenever they could.

“Been shootin’ off strange jokes from day one, ‘e ‘as!” said Dagger. “’E’s always goin’ on ‘bout souls and the like, and ‘e’s mad fer anythin’ to do wiv ‘em ghosts ‘n stuff.”

“I am not one for joking,” said William.

“I’ll introduce ye,” said Dagger, ignoring William. “These’re the rookies who joined today. The tiny’ sone’s Smile. The big one’s Black. The pretty one is Cat. Yer all risin’ stars, so play nice now!”

William turned away. “I do not, by any means, wish to make nice with noxious beasts.”

“ ‘By any means’?! C’mon, teamwork’s important in the circus, ye know!” said Dagger.

“Why is a Grim Reaper here…?” said Ciel.

“It’s unusual for a Grim Reaper to go about snooping of his own accord,” said Sebastian.

“And that one isn’t like you-know-who,” said (Y/N). Sebastian nodded. William wasn’t Grell. They were pretty much as different as Grim Reapers could get.

“But now we can be sure of one thing,” said Sebastian. “There is something going on at this circus after all.”

“Looks like he’s worth investigating,” said Ciel. “Sebastian.”

“ ‘Eeey! What are ye doin’, Smile?! Ye gotta practice, practice, so ye don’t lose out to Black!” said Dagger, looping an arm around Ciel. He dragged him away with promises of teaching him knife tricks.

Sebastian and (Y/N) stepped towards William as he made to go back up to the tightrope.

“Pardon me, there is a little something I would like you to tell me, ‘Old-timer,’ ” said Sebastian.

“I have nothing to say to you,” said William.

“Please do not be like that,” said Sebastian, grabbing William’s wrist.

(Y/N) smiled pleasantly. “Let’s step outside.”

William tsked but stepped out of the training tent. “Really,” he said. “On top of the London district being perpetually understaffed so that I, a member of management, must go out into the field to retrieve souls simply because the retrieval division is missing one employee…What a travesty.”

“So, what brings such a busy Grim Reaper as yourself to a place like this?” said Sebastian.

“I’m here cleaning up after that scum dispatch member who is currently suspended,” said William.

Grell is always getting into trouble, isn’t she? thought (Y/N).

“I didn’t think I would be made to do so just because that bother and I are coworkers…and without any extra pay, at that,” said William.

“Well, there must be something pretty special going on here if a reaper is investigating covertly,” said (Y/N).

“I cannot give information pertaining to souls to fiends,” said William. “It amounts to throwing a rabbit in front of a carnivore.”

“I doubt any souls around here are appetizing to me,” said (Y/N).

“I am afraid that I as well have no interest in cheap souls,” said Sebastian.

“Big talk for a starving demon,” said William. “When the reality is that you’re mad with hunger.”

Sebastian smirked, teeth sharp, and spoke with a low voice, demonic aura seeping into it. “I grew weary of indiscriminately devouring souls long ago. The more ravenous I am…the more delicious the dinner.”

(Y/N) had been taught that by him, and they grinned in agreement.

“Moreover,” continued Sebastian, slipping his glove half off to reveal the contract seal that thrummed with magic. “As I have a collar around my neck at the moment, you have nothing to fear.”

“From you, perhaps.” William eyed (Y/N), whose own contract mark would not show a connection to a demon since they had no master at the moment. “I don’t trust when your kind is wild.”

“As I said, I’m not interested in any souls around here,” said (Y/N). “Sebastian can tell you that I have a refined palate.”

“Indeed,” said Sebastian.

He had long ago given up showing (Y/N) other souls to form a contract with, even just to learn. From the moment they had been reborn as a demon, all they wanted was the pleasure of consuming a soul that found power, particularly those that found power over others who abused their own influence. Sebastian had never learned why they drifted to such souls and found themself satiated with that particular contract, but he suspected their mortal life played a factor.

Although most of their memories had been forgotten in time, certain characteristics remained branded on their demonic aura, as if their soul had burned into them as they died and reminded them of what they desired. Sebastian knew they radiated a demonic aura that echoed the vestiges of a human soul that had reached maturity and achieved its ambitions before death. He was curious and desired to understand more of (Y/N)’s very self, but he refrained from ever asking, both when he was their mentor and now when he loved them.

He would not risk their trust in him by prying. When they were his apprentice, it had become clear (Y/N) gained power when they consumed the souls that suited them and found the contracts easy for them to handle. And now, with Sebastian’s feelings for them having developed into love, it would be a greater victory in his quest to win their affections if they were to share themself. He would not force them into vulnerability. He respected and loved them too much for that.

William gazed at Sebastian and (Y/N) before tsking. “Very well. Since you have the honor of being the greatest of evils to appear before I get to work, let me warn you. We, the Grim Reapers, are tasked with judging those who are scheduled to die according to the Soul Retrieval List that is distributed to us. We use our Death Scythes to check each person’s memories—their Cinematic Records—one by one…and judge whether they deserve to die or not. And without understanding the great effort we put forth, you demons go about snacking away at those souls like ravens on a corpse. Let me be blunt. A few days hence, we will judge a large number of souls in this vicinity. This is a special case, so please refrain from interfering.”

“Goodness, and you have to deal with it all on your own? How terrible,” said (Y/N). “Still, a large number of souls…” They smirked and teased William. “Shall I lend you a hand?”

William’s Death Scythe whipped out towards them, and (Y/N) leaned to the side to avoid it. “I refuse to work overtime free of charge,” he said. “I will hunt you down if you get in my way.”

“What a temper for someone so serious,” said (Y/N), grinning at how easily they had riled him up. “You forgot so quickly I have no interest in any of the souls here. Or, in fact, of being involved with Grim Reapers.”

“Hey!” Ciel stepped outside the tent. “That nosy knife-thrower is looking for you."

William glanced at Ciel. “He doesn’t seem all that high-quality to me. I truly don’t understand you demons…”

“You,” said Ciel harshly. “Stop calling Sebastian and (Y/N) that. What are you going to do about it if the troupe members get suspicions? We were lucky they thought you were just joking before, but the fact you can’t even blend in among people makes you lower than that vulgar reaper.”

“Indeed. As we will not get in the way of your duties, we hope that you will not get in the way of ours,” said Sebastian.

“Thank you. I do not even want you in my field of vision,” said William.

“Then we’ll all leave each other alone,” said (Y/N).

“Right then, Smile,” said William. “I’m counting on you to hold your dog’s lead tight.” He glanced distastefully at (Y/N). “And someone keep an eye on the wild one.”

“I don’t want to hear it from specs, who can’t even manage a covert investigation properly,” said Ciel.

“I am not Specs. I am Suit,” said William.

“Come on, Sebastian, (Y/N),” said Ciel, turning away.

“Yes, sir,” said (Y/N).

“Yes, Young Master,” said Sebastian.

Inside the tent, Joker was rounding up all the rookies. “There they are! Now here’s what ye’ve been waiting for! Time to announce room assignments for the rookies! The results of the impartial lottery are as follows—Smile will be in tent eight. This is your roommate.” He gestured to a sweet looking boy with red-brown hair and freckles.

“Black is in tent nine,” said Joker.

“Seb—Black and I won’t be in the same tent?” said Ciel nervously.

“Ahaha! Smile sure is sweet on Black! Ya gotta learn to be more independent,” teased Dagger.

“And Black’s roommate is—Suit!” announced Joker. William and Sebastian’s eyes widened in horror. “And then we’ve also got Cat in tent nine!” Joker glanced at (Y/N). “It’s a three-person tent, and hopefully you’re alright with rooming with men since we weren’t sure what you’d prefer.”

(Y/N) forced a smile. They were happy to room with Sebastian, but the Reaper? They were not pleased. “Yes, it’s alright.”

Joker grinned. “We knew it! Black ‘n Smiles ‘n Cat were already friends so we thought it would work out!”

“Guess we’re outta here!” said Dagger. “Righty, sleep tight!”

They left the tent with Sebastian, (Y/N), and William glaring at each other, Ciel looking horrified at staying with a stranger, and the boy with freckles smiling brightly.

“This is the worst,” said William.

“My thoughts exactly,” said Sebastian.

“How unlucky,” muttered (Y/N).

“Nice to meetcha, Smile!” said the freckled boy brightly.

“Right…” said Ciel.

(Y/N), Sebastian, and William entered tent nine. There was a bunk bed on one side and a single bed across from it with a small path between.

“I will take the upper bed,” said William. “You, Black, will sleep on the lower.” He glanced at (Y/N). “I prefer a collared beast to a wild one being near.” (Y/N) grinned to show their sharp canines. “Let me make one thing clear from the outset. Unlike demons, Grim Reapers need to sleep. Don’t make noises late at night and disturb my rest.” He climbed up into his bunk.

“My kind does enjoy sleep as a luxury, however,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) nodded. “I like the occasional rest after a particularly good meal~.”

“A catnap?” remarked Sebastian impishly

(Y/N)’s nose twitched as he teased them.

“You two are disgusting,” said William, rolling over to ignore them and what he (correctly) assumed was demonic flirting.

Sebastian lay awake as the moon hung over the tent. He and (Y/N) had attempted to stand and investigate, but Sebastian had nearly gotten pierced by William’s Death Scythe for trying to “wander without his Master.” So, Sebastian and (Y/N) were forced to either sleep for luxury or lay in their beds, bored.

Sebastian rolled over from where he lay stiffly on his back and gazed at (Y/N). They faced away from him, the space between the beds small enough that Sebastian would easily be able to reach over to them. As the moon filtered through the flaps of the tent, Sebastian watched it highlight the slope of (Y/N)’s body. And he found himself wanting to hold them, lovingly. He could imagine enjoying the luxury of sleep with his arms around them and them curled up against him.

Sebastian wanted that, wanted them and that love.

And so, even as he didn’t sleep, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine loving them in all the ways he wanted.

(Y/N) didn’t dare turn around to face Sebastian. It would be too obvious, then, that they sought him out, and if Sebastian didn’t reciprocate their love, it would hurt. So (Y/N) stayed frozen on their side, wondering what Sebastian was thinking of. Because (Y/N)’s mind was filled with him. How safe they felt beside him. Any other demon or even man and (Y/N) would immediately request another tent, one with a woman, instead. Much more trustworthy.

But Sebastian? (Y/N) trusted him. He had never pushed their boundaries, even when he was mentoring them. When they made it clear they had some lines they didn’t want crossed (touch had been a prominent issue for quite some time), Sebastian had respected them and allowed them to bend and learn at their own pace. He pushed just enough to get them stronger but never made them break and feel vulnerable.

That was probably when (Y/N) first started getting attached to Sebastian. They had been wary when he first became their mentor, suspicious of his intentions as a demon, even if they were a demon themself. They had known far too many men of that kind to not be wary. But Sebastian had proven himself from the beginning. He had been strict with his teaching and made sure (Y/N) became a capable demon. He didn’t take advantage of them. He had respected them.

(Y/N) just hoped that he’d come to love them, too.

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slickchickchocolatier · 11 months

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hi hi! i hope ur doing well, i dropped by here to ask if you can write a drabble where like a rare event happened and heelel went to the mortal world to like idk have fun go to theme parks and sum and then he spots like a woman who looks like realena but not entirely. He sees her from like her behind or her back and comes up 2 her and flirts w/ her but her bf is like there like 🤨 and thats all my brain let me produce, i would LOVE for u to write abt this, ily stay safe and keep healthy eat ur meals! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

”Like a Sore Thumb.”

This one has two versions of y/n. One on earth that resembles the y/n that Devil!HS is in love with. This is not canon.

Warnings: shameless flirting, deceiving, mentions of non-con acts, yandere theme, mentions/implications of non-con acts used as a form of punishment and or to express love, mentions of forced breeding, creampie (implied), human rights violation, reader is kept against her will, imprisonment. MDNI 18+.

What an exciting day it was for you and your boyfriend! The new theme park had just opened, and the day couldn’t be any more lovely for the occasion, which is why you adorned his favorite sun dress, paired with tastefully subtle heeled shoes. You bloomed like the flowers of spring.

“We should go check out the Ferris wheel after we get a cotton candy ball.”

You were eager to taste the massive fluff of cotton candy, as evident by your prolonged stare at the food vendor that served it. “Let’s go stand in line then.” Your boyfriend mentions, jovially taking you by the hand in seeing your smile. You both wait in line, it was so long, but you knew it would be worth the wait. The temperature grew hotter, and you both started to feel thirsty. “Do you mind standing in line while I get us some waters?” He mentions, and you shook your head as you pull him in to kiss his cheek. “Not at all. I’ll be here.”

He delicately shakes your hand before heading off, and as you promised, you wait in line. It felt as if the line was barely moving, what with the vendor taking time to create each cotton candy stick, you knew that it would be a while before you’d get to the front. But no matter. This was part of the experience, so you continued to wait, picking your nails as you stood motionless.

…………………

“What a pretty flower.”

you heard a deep voice emerge from behind, and furrowed your brows together in confusion. Did someone just call you a flower? for a split second, you thought it was your boyfriend being sneaky, yet the very moment you turned halfway, you come face to face with a dashing figure. The man was tall, had dark hair, and was dressed all in black. It was strange, he looked so poised and clean, as if the heat was not affecting him, despite wearing trousers, a button up with a black trench coat. His hair was somewhat smoothed over to the side, partially revealing his forehead; and his face…it was devilishly handsome. Too handsome in fact.

he just stood there, smirking at you. You felt the blood rush through to your cheeks as the heat of blush takes over. God, you hope he didn’t notice.

“I-I’m sorry? Were you speaking to me?” You soundlessly spoke, almost too scared to say anything really, the man’s looks was more than just attractive, it was intimidating.

“oh yeah.”

his response was simple and yet, it caused your heartbeat to rise. “Oh yeah”?? What sort of answer is that? You couldn’t help but become more curious about the man who continued to stare down at you.

“I’m sorry…do I know you?” You were confused by his behavior, despite him being the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, you had a feeling in your gut that proposed a level of uneasiness as the man continued to scan your face with his eyes, looking as if he had seen you before.

“no.”

You internally huffed at his naught response. Clearly he didn’t care to elaborate, which sent signals that the man may have been a creep. Nonetheless, you did your best to be polite and to shoo him away. God only knows you didn’t want to make him mad, because even though he was handsome, there was a glint of subtleness in the form of chaos and malice in his eye.

“oh I’m sorry. I have to meet with my boyfriend, please excuse me.”

“Try harder.”

“excuse me?”

He chuckles aloud, revealing a toothy grin. You had to admit, it only made him more attractive to see a dashing smile to go with his aura. He speaks lowly, in a very deep tone, one that nearly made you collapse.

“I said try harder.” He takes a pause to bite down on his lip, furthering that uneasy ball that was forming inside. “That lie about meeting with your boyfriend, it ain’t it. If you really wanna lie to get your way out of things, you need to…” leaning in, he raises a hand and gently pinches your strands in between his fingers. Rubbing them softly together, he takes in the softness before looking back into your eyes, deeply…closely…and intimately. Whispering, he finishes his remark, his breath grazing your skin. “Try harder.”

you couldn’t think, breathe, or speak. You stood there nearly zoned out in his gaze. He spoke out once more, snapping you out of it. “Go ahead, try. I’m giving you a second chance….pretty.”

you gulped as you took him up on his offer. “I’m not interested…sorry.”

smirking once more, he narrows his eyes and whispers “good girl.” His hand drifts over, his finger traces your jawline until it levels at the center of your chin. From there, you felt the cold tip of his index drag downward, along the center of your throat, in between your collar bones, and right down at the center of the faint cleavage exposed from the scoop neck of your dress. It was enough to make your heart stop beating.

“y/n?”

you blink and widen your eyes as you hear your boyfriend from behind the unknown man. You slightly tilt your head to the side and watch as your boyfriend witnesses the man taking in the feel of your skin.

“oh…um..” you stutter, yet was cut off when the man injects his smooth tone, as he turns his face to reveal his side profile. “The boyfriend.”

you watched as your boyfriend stood, rather frozen. It was apparent that he too sensed the intimidating flow of the man’s aura. Not to mention that a faint switch in his gaze caused his rather handsome face to look more frightening than anything. The man turns back to you, and cups your cheek as he bids you farewell, all the while his thumb strokes in side motions, just above your cheekbone.

“Didn’t mean to disturb your date, you just look like someone I know….someone very dear to me. It’s a shame she can’t be here to show you the resemblance….” He sucks the air through his teeth and formulates a “tsk” sound as he finishes his statement…a statement that sent shivers down to your spine. “But she was a bad girl, so I had to lock her up for a while. That’s okay though…you’ll eventually know how to use that face.”

“U-use…my face?”

“mmhmm.” His thumb continues to stroke your cheek, your boyfriend stood uncomfortably and irritated, yet he was uncomfortable to say anything after receiving what looked to be a death glare from the man in black.

“I…I um…I don’t understand.” Confused, you took in his gaze as you broke the awkward silence.

“well…I can show you.” He leans his face closer…too close. You winced your eyes shut before feeling his breath coat your lips as he spoke. “Tell me….what you want, preeeeeeetty…”

you flutter your lids as you re-open your eyes. “Umm….I don’t know…”

“yeeeees you do….tell me what you want.”

“Um…well…” You peer your gaze off to the side at the cotton candy truck. His chuckle instantly caused you to look back at him, when out of nowhere he raises his other hand. In between his cold fingers, was a long stick with a giant ball of cotton candy, in the flavor you wanted to order.

“h-how—“

“Learn how to use your face.” He smiles as he presents the cotton candy to you. As soon as you took it out of his hand, he peers off to your side, taking a grab on your upper arm and squeezes as he passes through. The very second he was no longer in your sight, you turned to reach out, yet….

“where did he go?….he…he was just here….”

your boyfriend was also flabbergasted as the man disappeared in a blink of an eye. He walks over to you and hands you a bottle of water.

“um…y/n?”

“oh…I’m sorry babe….I…I don’t know who that was but….”

“never mind. Since….I mean now that you have this giant ball of cotton candy….I guess we don’t have to stand in line. Let’s go to the Ferris wheel.”

“okay.”

you both walked off and enjoyed the rest of the day. Throughout your entire visit at the theme park, the man’s words replayed in your head. “Learn to use your face.”

………………………….

The chiming sound of the chains cling together as you remain immobile on the grand bedding. Under the watchful eyes of dual dragons, you lay resting, knowing that you the possibility of you staying locked and chained would be likely. Guess you messed up big time, angering him, all by going against his wishes and continuously begging to go back to the life you once had. For days and days, you tested and pushed his patience out the window as you snapped and yelled, demanding to either be killed or to be released. He stood, not saying anything. Instead, he glared heavily and performed physical acts that left you sore in between your thighs. Who would have thought that out of all the scum you knew on Earth…the Senator, and his shallow followers, it would be the Devil, your own husband, to sexually assault you…all in the name of his insatiable “love” for you. Was it really love? Or was it madness? Or maybe…both.

the way he plunged deep inside, pinning your wrists down on the silk threaded sheets, thrusting, pulling, burying and seeping his essence inside of you as he whispered how much you hurt him with your careless words. He locked, bit, and sucked on every part of you. The marks are still there, they’re everywhere…you looked as if you were recovering from some sort of disease as the coloring scheme of purple, red, and pink adorns your nude body. And his words….the words that replay in your head over and over again….they won’t leave you alone. You could still feel the warm breath of his whispers penetrating your ears….

“don’t ever talk like that….you stay…you will stay…and be here with me….forever. My wife….my queen….I need my queen…I need you so much.”

……..

you shutter as you recall his sickening words were followed by his grunt as he released deep inside your crevice….forever reminding you of the fear you could not escape from…the fear of being forced to carry and birth the offspring of this monster…this demon…the devil.

you begin to sob quietly when you hear the calm footsteps of pure leather shoes meeting the marbled flooring.

“crying?” His voice was calm and smooth. Too smooth. Your body shivers as you hear him approach closer. Why can’t he just let you leave? It had been weeks since he brought you to Hell, and already you were going out of your mind with being stuck, forever under his gaze and nude. He wouldn’t even let you wear anything, always claiming that he wanted to take in everything about you before he drapes fine silk and chiffon on your body.

Your mind snaps back to the reality of the situation as you feel him take a seat by your side on the bed. The dip of the weight causes you to look his way and watch him sit while being finely dressed in black. His trench coat was light, and draped over the side of the bed as he crosses his legs and arms. His back leaned against the golden headboard while his eyes fixate on you.

“please….what am I supposed to do? I…I can’t live like this…..I just want to go..to go home.” You tearfully jut out as you cross your arms to cover your breasts. He tilts his head and peers a narrowed gaze your way with an expectant look.

“didn’t we learn anything the last two days? I guess you need more time to think about your wrongs.”

just as he was about to stand and leave you alone, you reach for him. It didn’t make sense to you, but somehow, even though you despised being here and was upset with his selfishness in keeping you, somehow….you found yourself not wanting to be alone. Perhaps it was from all the numerous punishments; being restrained and kept from contacting anyone for a long period of time really messed with your brain. Somehow, you became dependent on him, yearning for comfort and social interaction as the thought of your stay being prolonged in this glorified prison was too much to bare.

“please! Please! I promise I’ll be good. I don’t want to be alone anymore….please just…anywhere but here….I don’t want this….anything but this…..”

delighted that you had a change of heart and that you were begging for him to stay, the Devil’s heart softens. The one thing that makes him happy, was your love for him….your dependence on him….you yearning to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you. Slowly, you weee getting there.

“did you learn your lesson?”

“yes! Yes!”

“Good girl.” Snapping his fingers, the chains disintegrate and you gain mobility. You look up at him with pleads of mercy in your eyes, and he returns a look of reassurance and satisfaction.

“y-you’re not mad anymore?” You quietly stutter, desperately trying to confirm that he had forgiven you.

Shaking his head, he cradles your waistline and pulls you in. Reaching up, he taps the tip of your nose as he smirks. “Of course not. If you say you’ll be good, I’m going to trust you.”

He eyes you up and down as he takes your hand and forces you to run your fingers through his hair.

“don’t I always tell you? I’ll do anything for you…for that face. All you gotta do is use it.”

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Giganterra (Chapter 32)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! Strong sexual themes, violence, fatality, blood/ gore, unwilling mouthplay/ soft vore, vulgar language

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------ Chapter 32: A Second Chance ------

Eren drowned in devastation as she was transferred back to the kitchen. While she had narrowly escaped death, her dreams had been dashed to splinters, and her delusions of slaying a giant swept away in one fell swoop. Defeated, she slumped against the untouched duck carcass, not bothering to clean the orange paste off her limbs or remove the needle from her arm. What was the point?

What was she even good for? She supposed she could prick Chef Gore’s finger, or whoever was unlucky enough to pick her up next. If he dropped her, and she somehow survived the fall, she might be able to escape. Although, she doubted she would be so fortunate. More likely, she’d end up as a splat in a giant’s palm or under his shoe for enraging him.

The giant server slapped the plate on the counter and left. Bucky accosted him on the way out. “Hang on, whose plate is this? Did they request a different meal?”

“No. Prince Ronny was too ill to eat apparently.” The server, not wishing to engage in further conversation, sidestepped the big chef and exited.

“Ha! Serves that little bastard right!” Bucky proclaimed. He prowled over to the uneaten dinner, his beady eyes sparkling as he loomed over Eren. “Oh, would you look at that?” He seized his victim by her hair and dragged her off the plate, raising her hundreds of feet into the air. Eren squealed in pain, reflexively gripping her head. She forgot to hide the needle, but propitiously her arm was caked with sweet potato so Bucky couldn’t see it.

“It would be such a waste, to throw such a tasty morsel back to the dogs,” the fat giant jeered. “Let’s have some fun!”

Eren’s eyes welled up with tears. Not only did she feel small, defeated, exhausted, and full of agony, but she was also utterly helpless. Her weapon seemed insignificant in the face of such tremendous bulk. She could impale the massive giant directly in the chest and the metal tip wouldn’t even be enough to puncture through the subcutaneous fat layer. She had no clue what Bucky had planned for her, but she was terrified beyond her rational faculties.

Bucky’s mind wasn’t focused on Eren, however. He spied Chef Gore on the other side of the kitchen, washing a precarious stack of dirty dishes. He lumbered over, so fixated on his prey that he tripped over Chef Cruor, who was putting the finishing touches on the desserts. Cruor cursed as Bucky’s shoe stomped on his heel.

“Watch it!” Bucky barked. Eren cried out as she was swung violently, the force tearing at her scalp.

“Watch yourself, you clumsy oaf!” Cruor snapped back. He frowned at the dollop of whipped cream on a slice of pie that was deformed from the disruption. He flicked away the imperfection and started over.

Bucky grasped the chef’s bony shoulder with his sausage fingers. “Cruor. Make sure those desserts go out on schedule. I’m going to be busy with something else.” He stared at Gore’s backside like a lioness stares at a wildebeest.

“Yeah, whatever,” Cruor groused, rolling his eyes when he saw the object of Bucky’s gaze. He turned back to the pies, meticulously dabbing each slice with swirls of cream for decorative appeal. Eren whined as Bucky stalked up to Chef Gore from behind. He slapped the redhead hard on the shoulder, hanging an arm like a side of beef around his neck with Eren pinched in his fingers.

“Gore!” Bucky roared in his ear. Gore dropped a plate, startled, and shattered it in the tub of water.

“Goddammit Bucky! Why do you always have to do that?!” Gore huffed.

“Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be that way,” Bucky teased in a sultry tone, groping the other giant’s plump rear with his free hand. “How about we have some fun?”

“R-right now?” Gore stammered, suddenly flustered. “I’m in the middle of washing dishes…”

“Those can wait,” Bucky replied salaciously. “I want you now…”

“Ugh.” Gore dried off his hands on his apron. “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered gruffly, all while blushing furiously. Eren, bobbing on Gore’s beefy pec as he spoke, listened to the conversation with abject horror as she slowly realized just what Bucky meant by “fun.”

“No… you can’t possibly…” she choked. Bucky ignored her, playing with her in his humongous fingers as he guided Gore to the storage closet, whispering flirtatious comments in his ear. Revulsion crawled up Eren’s throat with rising panic. Being eaten was terrible enough, but to be used as a sex toy for two giant men? She couldn’t handle that wretched thought. Not only did the very concept incite a strong physical disgust within her, as she envisioned the horrific possibilities, but the act sounded extremely dangerous. She feared she’d be crushed in the heat of their passion.

Bucky pushed Gore roughly into the closet, stepped in, and shut the door behind them, enveloping them all in darkness. He slammed Gore against the wall and pinned him there with his hulking mass. He traced a track along his barrel chest with his tree trunk of a finger in a crude attempt at seduction. He held Eren, trembling and writhing, in front of Gore’s round face.

“See this human, Gore? I’m going to pile-drive her so far up your ass, you’ll be able to taste her! She’ll be stuck in there forever!” He guffawed raucously. Gore tittered and fidgeted sheepishly, aroused by the suggestion. Eren balked with the upmost repulsion.

“You can’t do that to me! That’s revolting!” she screamed shrilly in protest. “Unhand me, you foul beast of a man!” She bit his fingers, but the skin of his roughened hands was too durable for her to puncture with her teeth.

Bucky grinned at her, showing off a full set of uneven yellow teeth. Ignoring her squeaky voice, which dripped with vicious invectives, he opened his maw and placed her between his front rows of incisors. He bit down, not hard enough to break her, but with sufficient force to hold her thrashing form in place. He winked at Gore. “Care to share?”

Before Eren could grasp what was happening, she found herself smashed between two sets of giant lips. She was sucked into a sopping wet giant mouth before another massive tongue forced its way in and wrestled her into a wall of teeth. She yelled and grappled with the tongue with all her might to pull away from its suffocating embrace, but the other tongue beneath her reared up and shoved her forward. She was slurped over the slippery slide of meat, back into the other mouth.

Eren was swapped between the two mouths several times, caught in a sloppy, steamy kissing session that seemed to last an eternity. The sweet potato dissolved off her body as the suction pulled on her from all sides in an oppressive, soggy, smelly mess. She kept her arm with the needle tucked to her chest, praying that the two giant men wouldn’t notice her weapon—or that she wouldn’t accidentally impale herself. Her natural impulse, with her spirited nature, was to fight back, but she realized this was her chance. If she couldn’t kill one of the royals, she could at least slaughter one of the chefs—both of whom she hated with a fiery passion.

Eren bided her time for the right opportunity, as she was soaked by intertwining lips and tongues and scraped by the hard, dense barricades of bone. She only had one opportunity and she didn’t dare to waste it. The two men escalated the aggression of their lovemaking, tossing her all over inside the twin orifices of hot, wet flesh until she was highly disoriented. She was flung backwards as Bucky dug his tongue deeper into Gore’s mouth. Eren, sitting on the base of Gore’s tongue, perceived that she needed to act, before she lost control of the situation. She gazed with trepidation back into the looming gullet, into the dark, deep, twitching tunnel of the throat.

She unsheathed her needle, heart palpitating in a frenzied dance. It was now or never. With nerves of steel, she dove into the fleshy passage headfirst, heedless of the danger. Using every ounce of her strength, before the muscular constriction would hamper her arms, she raised the needle and jabbed it into the barrier of meat where she could see a pulse. She was rewarded with a burst of hot blood that splattered her face and upper body, and continued to gush out in steady squirts in rhythm with the giant’s heartbeat. A deafening bellow resounded through the cavity and the throat violently crushed around her, followed by horrific spasms of choking. Eren clung to the needle with all her might as the giant retched, refusing to be expelled so easily. The contractions dragged her upwards, and the needle cut through the flesh with her ascension, widening the critical injury.

She had done it: She had pierced his jugular. Gore jerked away from Bucky, coughing and choking as he strained to clear his airway. He stumbled into the shelves and broke them under his immense weight, knocking potatoes, turnips, and other vegetables all over the floor. His hands clawed at his neck in a frantic attempt to pull out the needle, but his frenetic motions only stabbed and sliced his fingers and caused an eruption of additional pain in his throat. The tip of the needle was too small for him to grasp with his giant fat fingers. He doubled over, convulsing for breath as he suffocated on his own blood.

“Gore? What the hell?” Bucky stared at him, baffled. He ran his tongue over his teeth and recognized the coppery tang of blood. “What happened?” With Gore clawing at his neck, Bucky couldn’t see the sharp point sticking out of his skin. A bloom of warm blood poured down and soaked into his white chef’s uniform. “Gore!”

Gore gagged again, head just above the floor, and finally managed to heave up Eren. She landed with a splat on the floor, saturated with saliva and blood. Despite the shock, Eren jumped to her feet and dashed away with all the momentum of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bucky spotted her and realized she must’ve been responsible for Gore’s current state.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE PEST!” he thundered at the top of his lungs. He stomped forward, prepared to snatch her up, but tripped over a potato. He fell down and slammed against the door with a colossal crash, sliding down and thumping his knees against the floor with a seismic wave. Eren was knocked over but managed to crawl through the gap under the door, narrowly out of reach of Bucky’s groping fingers.

Chef Cruor, working in the kitchen, heard thumping and yelling coming from the closet. He rolled his eyes, with the knowledge of what sort of things went on between Bucky and Gore behind closed doors, and turned away so he wouldn’t have to listen, shaking his head. He failed to observe the tiny scarlet-stained creature racing across the open floor with reckless speed, leaving a trail of puny crimson footprints in her wake. Her lungs and heart were bursting against her ribs, but she forced herself to dash with desperate haste. The blood wore off the soles of her feet with every step, until the trail stopped in the middle of the floor.

Cursing and shouting, Bucky hauled his enormous body clumsily off the floor. As furious as he was, he thought to check on Gore first. Gore was sprawled out, twitching, spitting, and gargling blood, still alive but fading fast.

“Fuck!” Bucky muttered. He ripped out the door and screamed, “Cruor! Get some healing potion from the basement! NOW!” Cruor cocked a brow with surprise but hastened away. Bucky stomped through the kitchen, scouring the floor for the wretched human. He spied the bloody footprints and followed them until they faded on the tiles into nothing. He raged around the kitchen like a tempest, kicking things out of his way and sweeping pots and pats off the counters with a dreadful cacophony of rattling metal.

“I’ll catch you, ya little bitch!” he threatened. “And when I find you, I’ll make you regret your pathetic existence!” Eren trembled in her hiding place, underneath one of the cupboards. As elated as she was by her stunning victory, she feared what would happen if Bucky got his hands on her. She couldn’t stay in the same spot interminably: She’d be discovered. She needed to either find a better hiding spot, or escape. The latter option seemed like the best choice, since she was close to the exit door. When Bucky turned away, thudding on his bruised knees to check the floor, Eren scurried out into the open and darted under the door.

She found herself in a long corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity with her miniscule size. She didn’t know where to go, but she ran anyway, as fast as her feet would carry her. She hugged the stone walls, hoping that no giants would traverse the passage and find her. To her dismay, she felt the rumble of gargantuan footsteps approaching from afar. She ducked under a rug, praying the small lump would go unnoticed and that she wouldn’t be unwittingly stepped on.

A door opened at the end of the hall and the footsteps boomed closer. As long as she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be seen—at least, that’s what she assured herself. The footsteps halted, along with her heart, mere feet away from her. Eren held her breath. Every second that ticked by drew out like an eternity.

The giant crouched down slowly, deliberately. Eren could just make out, from her fold in the rug, his gigantic knee touching down uncomfortably close. She felt like she would pass out from terror. Who was it? Did he know? She heard a clunk from his hand settling on the stones, and then a sound like snuffling. She realized she was done for. Of all the giants she could run into, it had to be Chester! She wasn’t sure whether to run or hide, but whatever decision she made, she couldn’t bring her legs to move. She was stuck in place, like an insect preserved in amber.

All at once, the rug flew away from her as Chester lifted it. His eyes gleamed as he captured his prey easily in a massive hand. Eren shrieked with fear. Her body felt as limp and weak as a ragdoll as she recognized how powerless she was in his enclosed fist. She rocketed high up into the air, leaving her stomach behind as the world dropped away below her. He sniffed her closely, licking his chops hungrily. His expression changed to a more serious one as he examined her, the voracious impulse dwindling.

“Giant blood,” he uttered in his booming voice. He sampled the scent again. Eren felt the breeze around her suck into his large nose like a wind tunnel. “Not just any blood. Chef Gore’s. What did you do, little human?” Eren was too frightened to answer.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, you know, when they took that plate away. As long as you weren’t a threat to the royal family.” He shrugged. “Oh well. Back to the kitchen with you.” He began to stride forward, the vibrations of his strides shaking Eren down to her bones.

“N-n-n-no!” she cried. Her sharp, angry edge evaporated as she was reduced to the state of a helpless child, pleading for her life. “Please let me go! Bucky will kill me!”

“No, he won’t,” Chester assured her. “You belong to the king. Bucky can’t do anything to harm a single hair on that little head of yours, or else he’ll have to answer to King Richard.” He sauntered into the kitchen, where Bucky was emptying the cabinets all over the floor with rabid energy.

“Did you lose something, Bucky?” Chester asked calmly, holding up Eren so she was clearly displayed. Bucky scowled with fury. His face was more sanguine than usual, sweaty, with a pulsing vein popping out of his forehead.

“That devious little shit! I’ll tear her to pieces!” he snarled, frothing from his jowls.

“You will do no such thing,” Chester warned sternly. “She’s still the property of the king.”

“But... but...” Bucky struggled to form a coherent argument through his anger. “She slit Gore’s throat!”

“Oh, is that so?” Chester quirked a brow. “And just what were you two doing, that allowed her to cut into his neck?”

Bucky went quiet. He’d be in huge trouble if the king found out he was borrowing his precious human stock for his own personal gratification. Chester smirked. “Yup. I thought so. I suggest we just clean her off, put her back, and pretend that none of this ever happened, yeah?” Bucky stood stiffly, his hands balled into thick fists like sledgehammers, fuming. Chester strolled past him to the washtub with the dishes and cleaned the blood off Eren, disregarding her supplications.

Cruor returned with the healing potion, but it was too late. Gore was dead, asphyxiated by his own blood. Bucky demanded that Cruor drag the body out of the kitchen through the backdoor to the delivery area for the food supplies. Cruor grumbled but did as he was told and loaded the body into a carriage. Bucky bullied one of the lower-level kitchen workers into doing the dirty work of burying the body, so the king would not learn of their transgressions. Cruor returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess in the food closet. He sopped up the blood, replaced the shelves, and tossed out the contaminated vegetables sullenly. He’d never been a fan of Gore, but he still found the scene to be incredibly disturbing, to imagine such a wee human could deliver so much damage.

Chester dried Eren off and returned her to her tank, still unruffled by the whole affair. He stiffened, however, when he caught Jackie’s eye. She was staring lasers clean through him with white-hot intensity. The look of accusatory betrayal she had stopped Chester in his tracks. He parted his lips slightly, an apology rolling toward the tip of his tongue, but then closed his mouth with a frown. What was he supposed to say to her? That he was sorry? That he was just doing his job? That he only cared about her, not other humans? That other humans were nothing to him except food?

He sucked on his cheek in contemplation. He was coming to the kitchen originally in the hopes of spending more time with her, and maybe even eating her as a delicious snack... but he didn’t want to face her when she was so angry with him. He slumped his shoulders. He decided to give her some time to cool off. Perhaps she’d forgive him, with enough time to allow heated feelings to dissipate.

He turned around and walked out, hanging his head. Bucky, still seething, yelled after him spitefully, “I’m going to expect that whole horde of treasure you stole for payment next time, Chester!”

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Homemade food.

Summary: As the 2022 season begins to draw to a close, Em spends an afternoon trying to look after Dan.

Warnings: mentions of issues around eating and disordered behaviours.

October 2022

When Em started trying to plan dinner at two that afternoon she wasn’t really thinking. The plan was to keep chopping food until she got her frustration out, staring out at the grey October day. It was another discussion that was an argument by any other name with Michael about Dan’s meal plan and his macros and she just wasn’t in the mood. The last thing she needed was to be told how to look after her husband.

Any other day she would have been exhausted and gone for a nap, but instead she was ignoring the details of the meal plan on the fridge. It said baked chicken, broccoli, peppers, mushrooms and quinoa for Dan’s dinner but she was worried. He’d barely been picking at meals, during the red flag in Japan Seb had asked her if Dan was ok. He needed something he’d actually eat, and she had time to make something in the new kitchen she barely got to cook in yet.

It was a minor miracle she wasn’t out with Dan. It was a day of sim work and media filming with Lando, so usually she drove him out to Woking. But that morning he kissed her goodbye because Blake was heading out with him. She was to stay in and out of the rain, so she hugged him and whispered her love as he left. Blake promised to bring Dan back in one piece, and to call if Dan needed anything. She trusted Blake with the hurting heart that was her Danny. Knowing that it was the two of them out in Woking led to her call with Michael about Dan’s diet and food, Em hanging up frustrated because what was the point in serving Dan the meal if he wasn’t eating any of it?

After she calmed down from the call she got on another one, this time to the one woman she knew would be on her side about everything. The first time she’d met Grace she ended up helping in the kitchen, starting to learn family recipes with Grace’s “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” echoing in her ears. They were all worried about Dan’s appetite and disinterest in food and this could help.

In Dan’s case it was more that the way to his stomach was through his heart. The best he’d eaten since the summer was their quick week in Perth, his mother feeding him. After that he’d usually eat her recipes, but the text from Blake warning her that Dan had barely touched his lunch was what made her act. He’d played with his chia parfait for breakfast that Em had made, she needed to do something. Em was too scared that her usual recipes wouldn’t be enough. So without thinking about timezones and oh so grateful it wasn’t too late in Perth she was ok the phone to Grace for advice.

It was half an hour on the phone and a grocery order on Ocado for next hour delivery but she had the method down and started chopping veggies for one of his favourite meals. Grace sent a voice note a few minutes later reading off her own mother’s recipe, making sure that Em had it as perfect as possible so he couldn’t reject it. Not that he’d deliberately reject anything that Em had made, but this way he really couldn’t say no.

Four hours and a “thank you SO much, Grace” voice note later, the apartment smelled like glory and good enough to eat the second you walked in. Em was never one who would pat herself on the back and say she’d done something really good, but even she had to admit it smelled good. She was more than proud of herself when she lifted the lid of the Dutch oven to see how the tomato sauce was bubbling around the chicken thighs. She grinned again when she took one final look at the way she’d set the table. The little bouquet Dan had bought her the day before, two candles in her favourite holders, a floral tablecloth and one of Dan’s red wines decanted into the stupid shoey decanter he was so proud of and waiting to be poured.

She’d thought about changing her clothes, putting on a cute dress and heels to make herself look good. But Dan didn’t want all the fuss. He loved seeing his girl in his clothes, so the ancient Ric3 tee from their first run and pair of his boxers stayed on. Plus, the outfit showed most of her tattoos which would make him happier. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up to see his text.

On my way back, half an hour?

Don’t stop anywhere just get home. I love you.

He was probably thinking about stopping to pick up dinner for her, considering his meal was in their fridge. Em used it as the moment to start cooking the quinoa, her one concession to the hated meal plan instead of the pasta or roast potatoes Grace usually cooked. Her text worked, because twenty minutes later she could hear his key in the door.

“Baby, I’m home,” Dan called as the front door closed, Em leaving the kitchen to welcome him home. There was her boy, dry and safe without flowers or takeaway. Just like she wanted him. “What’s that smell?”

“Hey Love,” Emmy smiled, hugging her husband’s waist as soon as he kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket up. Then it was a kiss on her lips and a peck to her forehead like every single time he came home. “I called your mama and she gave me another recipe. I need to say it the right way, she got me to repeat it a couple of times. Pollo alla cacciatora a cottura lenta per il mio bel ragazzo.”

She smiled brightly as she looked up at Dan’s surprised face. It wasn’t new for her to make one of Grace’s recipes, she was always in the kitchen with her in Perth. But this was a big deal, it was one Grace was careful who got to learn. It wasn’t a big deal to do - chicken, peppers, mushrooms, tomatoes - but the secret was in the seasonings and in the long, slow roasting.

“It smells like my mum’s. And my Nonna’s.”

“Well I hope it does, otherwise I really did something wrong. Your mum says hi and to call her before we go to Austin. It’s never going to taste as good as theirs but I hope you like it.”

“You did all this for me? Why?” She pulled him even tighter into a hug before leading him into the kitchen and getting him to sit down while she served their meals.

“Just because.”

“Just because? Really?”

“Does your wife really need a reason to make you dinner? You deserve something tasty. And it’s miserable outside, I wanted us to have something fun.” She put his plate in front of him, Dan reaching up to kiss her cheek.

“Does your husband need a reason to give you a kiss?”

“Not at all. Enjoy.” She watched Dan pick up his fork and actually start eating, a tiny weight off her shoulders. It was so much better than that morning.

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