#sigh i love braiseds lighting

[indigo-art]

"Honestly, I don't see what all the fuss is about. It's just a silly shirt." @braisedhoney narrator bc he's so beautiful

[frost-queen]

My mortal flaw (Reader x Zuko)

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Summary: Reader is a watertribe princess, intended to marry Prince Zuko as an offering of peace between the nations. Zuko never wanted you as his wife and finds you a weakness. A weakness he never saw coming. Upon the discovery of the Avatar, you try to sneak away, only to be discovered by Zuko leading to an arguement. At Kyoshi island you find an escape with Sokka and Katara which makes Zuko derranged and furious. Doing anything in his power to get you back. Finally realizing he might love you. [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 ]

There were loud knocks on the door to your cabin. It made you lift your head up. You didn’t respond immediate as the next following knocks turned into banging. – “Gentle, gentle.” – you heard a muffled voice speak from the other side. There was a deep sigh, followed by a gentle knock. Almost too gentle. – “Yes.” – you responded having kind of clue of who was at the other side.

“Are you done staying inside?” – It was Prince Zuko speaking at the other end. – “No.” – you responded hearing Zuko barely loose his temper on the other end. – “Calm, calm now nephew.” – you recognized it was Iroh’s voice, soothing the prince’s temper.

You heard some movements till Zuko’s temper took over. – “Then perish inside!” – he yelled at the door as you saw the light of flames through the cracks. Jumping up you went up to the door. – “I will!” – you shouted back in frustration. There was a loud groan with a hard stomp against your door. Startling you away from the door.

Footsteps died out It made you near the door again, holding your ear against it. Once the storm had passed, you exhaled deep. You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin. It wasn’t deliberately, but you sometimes wanted to avoid Zuko.

Almost at every occasion were you forced together in close proximity. The waterbending princess promised to him. A peace treaty between nations. Honestly you didn’t know what possessed Fire lord Ozai to accept your father’s proposition of simply handing you over on a silver platter to his son.

Being on Zuko’s ship for almost four years now, you had a bit of a clue. Perhaps the fire lord accepted it, to taunt Zuko more. A way of shaming him further against his nation. Water and fire weren’t meant to be together. It was an extra nudge to keep Zuko out of the fire nation. If he wasn’t so bad tempered you might feel sympathy for him.

Opening the door, you decided to head out. Probably the first in days. You missed the ocean breeze, the salty water, the cold, the moon. You missed everything that felt close to you. Looking cautiously around for Zuko, you snuck your way up to the deck. Feeling the breeze on your skin, you inhaled deep. Composed you went to the railing, holding tight to it. Feeling the rocking of the ship on the water, you leaned back to take it in.

With a satisfying breath, you looked up to the moon. The deck was mostly empty. Most soldiers below deck. Playing some cards or drinking. It was a bit too quiet as you missed the buzzing life of your village. Leaning with your chin on your arms by the railing, you stared into the water. Wondering how your tribe was doing without your presence.

“What are you doing here?” – A loud voice raged. You jumped up, startled to bone. Turning your posture a bit, you saw Zuko braising as he came your way. You rolled your eyes at him. – “Make up your mind where you want me.” – you replied raising your voice a bit as well. Zuko puffed up his chest with anger, standing face to face with you. His hands radiating heat. His gaze scanning yours. He hated how vulnerable your gaze was. Soft and mesmerizing as the moon.

A wind picked up from the east as it made you shiver. Zuko noticed it, observing you. – “Fetch the princess a blanket!” – he yelled without a glance away from you. From behind Zuko at the other side, you saw a soldier rush to get you a blanket. You tilted your head a bit. – “Your uncle isn’t looking.” – you told him.

Knowing he only showed kindness when his uncle forced him to be civil. – “I know.” – Zuko responded with a soft glare. The soldier returned with a blanket as Zuko snatched it from his hands. He rose his hands, intending to place the blanket over your shoulders as he stopped himself. He caught himself being nice. Showing a weakness, he couldn’t afford.

He brought his hands back to his chest, throwing the blanket at you. You caught it when it hit your chest. – “How gentle of you.” – you said sarcastic, putting the blanket over your shoulders. Zuko huffed loud as he staid in your presence. Close as it made you uncertain at this point. What was he still doing around you? He never staid this long around you. Not if it wasn’t forced on him.

There was a rumble in the sky followed by a strong gush of air. It knocked you right against Zuko’s chest. His hand subtle on your back as the wind kept blazing through. Zuko’s eyes lit up, lowering his hand on you. From the corner of your eye, you saw a bright blue light.

Making you turn around to bestow upon the beam of light in the sky. – “What is that?” – you asked a bit nervous and frightened. Unconsciously you leaned back, coming in touch with Zuko’s chest. Zuko stepped back as you felt the loss of touch. He started ordering commands to his crew to set coarse to the beam of light. It might be a clue for his search for the Avatar.

The ship neared the village of the southern water tribe. It cracked the ice open when it steered frontal through it. The village nearing. Zuko stood on deck. Uncle Iroh a step behind him to the side. You stood beside Zuko, your fiancé. With worry, you looked up to him. – “Stay on the ship.” – he said firm, keeping his hands behind his back. – “but…” – you started. – “Stay here!” – Zuko yelled at you, making you gulp nervously. – “Zuko!” – Iroh called out.

“Show the princess some kindness.” – he told him with a soft glare. Zuko breathed with a scoff. He lowered himself a bit to speak to you like a he would do to a little child. – “That’s an order from your prince.” – he made clear. Something you caught in his eyes, made you see a smidge of desperation in him. Did he perhaps think you’d stay here with the people of your own kind?

That once you left the ship, they’d see you as a prisoner and claim you as theirs? Before you could think of it more, had Zuko turned away. Zuko accepted his helmet from one of his men, following them. Iroh came joining your side as you watched Zuko and his men descend onto the ice. – “Best to stay out of a fight, princess.” – he said to you.

Being on the ship was boring. You hardly had any sight of what was happening down at the village. You saw flashes of fire as you hoped Zuko wouldn’t burn down the village. It was small. Smaller than any village you had known. You had lost sight of Iroh. He was probably up on the high deck to overlook the happening. A gush of wind made you bring your hands up to protect your face. – “An airbender?” – you questioned.

Hadn’t they gone instinct? For over a hundred years there haven’t been an airbender. – “The Avatar!” – you heard the soldiers shout in unison. – “The Avatar.” – you gasped in shock. Looking up, you knew Iroh’s eye was on Zuko. As it always was. You duck down, rushing to the railing. Below the ice had cracked where the ship had broken through.

Grabbing the railing, you jumped over it, swaying your hand up. A trail of water spiralled up, flowing around you as it slowed your descend. Your feet hit the ice as the water splashed on the ice. Ignoring Zuko’s order, you needed to see it for yourself.  Keeping yourself low to avoid Iroh spotting you, you snuck up in haste to the village.  

You neared the entrance of the village, eyes wide with shock of what you saw. People running around. The soldiers causing fires to scare them into handing over the Avatar. You snuck into the village trying to look for the Avatar. A deranged fire blast went your way as it hit an igloo near you. The impact made you duck down, receiving some exploded ice on your back.

“It isn’t save here!” – A boy called out, taking your hand as he pulled you away from the burning igloo. He came to a stop, taking a moment to fully look at you. – “Who are you?” – he asked, still holding your hand. You panicked pulling your hand out of his and taking a run for it. – “Hey!” – the boy called out coming after you.

He knew everyone from his village, yet you were unfamiliar. He got stopped in his tracks by fire. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his sister. – “Katara hide!” – he shouted with a wave of his arm. You came to a stop seeing the Avatar in the air. Never did you think you’d see the Avatar.

Your gaze got pulled away by a hard pull on your wrist. Forcing you to look another way. Zuko’s way. – “You ignored my order!” – Zuko shouted at you, tugging hard on your wrist. You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip as he held it tight. – “I’m not your soldier!” – you yelled back at him. Zuko glared at you. – “Get back to the ship!” – he ordered with anger. – “I will stay!” – you stood your ground, not wanting to leave. – “Y/n! Get. To. The. Ship.” – he repeated trying to compose himself.

Feeling himself boil with anger over you. Angry that you deliberately ignored his order. You pulled your wrist out of his grip with force. – “I didn’t sign up for this!” – you replied with fury. – “For what?” – Zuko fired back. – “These are my people Zuko!” – you told him. – “I just want the Avatar!” – he responded. In the corner of his eye, he saw a spear heading your way. Zuko tensed his jaw, grabbing you as he tackled you to the ground. Rolling over in the snow as the spear flew over your heads.

You laid in the snow, feeling Zuko half on top of you. His hand protective on your head. He pulled you up as he created fire, bending it towards the tribe member who threw the spear at you. – “Zuko!” – you called out, pushing his arm down. – “The ship now!” – Zuko yelled with a rage unlike you had ever seen. Before you knew it, grabbed two of his men you by the arms. Dragging you out of the village back to the ship.

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“Stay with the princess!” – Zuko ordered one of his men. They bowed as a response. – “Don’t let her out of your sight.” – he added tracking up the hill. Iroh right behind him. You followed in line as Zuko lead the expedition to capture the Avatar. Having been spotted on Kyoshi island. – “The Avatar is mine.” – Zuko said out loud.

Up on the hill was a bright blue light shining. Hinting the Avatar was up there. Up ahead you saw a water tribe girl take a stand as defence. She let her arms sway, letting a whip of water splash at Zuko’s feet. Zuko stopped, pulling his foot up to see the wetness on his shoes. – “Pathetic.” – he called out.

The girl furrowed her brows at the sight of you. – “Stand aside girl.” – Zuko ordered. The girl moved her hands up. – “You’ll have to go through me.” – she replied. Zuko laughed. – “That won’t be a problem.” – he answered preparing himself. He fired at her as she fell backwards onto the grass. A sudden gush of wind made you all look away. Zuko’s eyes widened when Avatar Kyoshi landed in front of them. With one wave of her fan, were you all pushed back by air. Falling back.

“Protect the princess!” – Zuko shouted as he tried to get back up. The soldier enlisted to keep you save, pulled you up by your arm. Dragging you away from the others. He led you down the hill through the woods. You had little time to stand still and think about what was happening. Soon you neared the town as the soldier kept a grip on you, looking constantly over his shoulder. You froze when a fan flashed at him, hitting him in the head. It knocked him down.

Your gaze met up with a young girl looking a lot like Avatar Kyoshi with her make-up. The same boy from the water tribe at her side. – “Hey I know you!” – he said with a confused point at you. – “You were at my tribe too.” – he stated with furrowed brows. You turned around taking a run for it. – “Hey wait!” – Sokka called out, coming after you with Suki. You stopped, brought your hands up your face, then you pushed them forwards. The crackling of ice sounding. Sokka and Suki looked down, their feet slippery on ice.

“She can bend.” – Suki told Sokka out of breath. Suki grabbed Sokka by his shirt, pulling him off the ice. They went back in pursuit. In the woods, you couldn’t tell the direction apart. Not knowing where it might lead you. – “Hey wait!” – Sokka shouted to get your attention. Panting you tried to stay ahead of them. You screamed when you nearly bumped into the girl that came out of nowhere. You fell back, caught off guard. – “Katara get her.” – Sokka called out, out of breath.

Katara took a stand, ready to whip you with water if you dared to move. – “Why are you with the fire nation?” – she asked rudely. Suki extended her hand to you as you accepted it, letting her help you up. – “Are you their prisoner?” – Sokka questioned as you remained silent. – “There’s no need to be scared.” – Suki spoke rubbing her hand on your back, soothingly. – “We’ll save you.” – Sokka responded proudly. Before you knew it, were you dragged along with them.

Zuko was panting, taking a look around. – “Where is the princess?” – he asked loud. All his men looked at each other uncertain. Zuko felt himself grow angrier. – “Where is Y/n!” – he shouted unleashing fire from his fists. – “Don’t worry Zuko, we’ll find her.” – Iroh said to sooth him. – “Find her!” – Zuko ordered to his men. – “Burn this entire island down if you must to find her!” – he moved his fist forward, a blast of fire hitting a tree as it set it on fire. His men scattered away in search of you. – “We’ll find her Zuko…” – Iroh spoke placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder. Zuko brushed his hand harshly off. He was panting. Braising with anger that he had lost sight of you.

If this would’ve happened years ago, he would just leave, being glad to be rid of you. Now, he felt like he couldn’t. You weren’t around him for a few moments and he already missed the argues with you. He missed your presence, more than he would ever admit. It wasn’t easy being forced on this mission with someone you were signed up to marry. Yet you were there. Day in and out. You were there at every step of the way. The water tribe princess he learned to admire… in secret.

Admitting it to himself that he actually… cared was scary. You were a weakness. You still are a weakness to him. One he didn’t intended on. Zuko called it out, burning the trees nearby. A tree’s trunk cracked. The top bush falling to the side. Zuko narrowed his eyes when he saw something familiar blue trotting up the hill. Instead of one, he recognized three. Taking in deep breaths, he bald his hands into fists.

He called it out as the fire coming out of him startled Iroh. It was blazing hot. Iroh saw it now as well, swallowing nervously. – “Zuko…” – he started moving his hand forwards. Before he could reach Zuko, had Zuko ran off. Huffing and puffing with anger to get you back. The grass catching fire from where he passed. His wrath waiting to be unleashed.

“So why were you with the fire nation?” – Katara asked as she pushed you up the hill. – “It’s complicated.” – you answered. – “How is it complicated?” – Sokka asked scratching the back of his head. – “It’s…” – you started cut off by loud shouting. You leaped aside when a fire blast went your way. Looking back at the trail, you saw Zuko panting with anger. His fist out where the fire blast had come from.

“He’s back!” – Sokka called out, helping his sister back up. Sokka then rushed over to you, helping you up. – “We have to go.” – he told you. Zuko fired once more, preventing them from going further up the hill. – “You are not going anywhere with her!” – he made clear. Sokka pulled you behind him. – “She’s not your prisoner!” – Sokka shouted at Zuko.

“No.” – Zuko replied composing himself a bit. – “She’s my intended.” – he said out loud making Sokka’s jaw drop, gawking at Zuko. – “Now hands off before I burn you!” – Zuko threatened. Sokka immediately pulled his hands off you, having no intention to die. Zuko’s gaze met up with yours, softening as he extending his hand to you. – “Please…” – he asked.

The sincereness from him made you realize he’d truly cared for you. For long you didn’t think it was possible. But here he was burning bridges to get to you. You took a deep breath, making the intention to reach your hand out to him when a gush of wind knocked him back. The Avatar landed soundless between Zuko and you. – “Leave my friends alone!” – Aang called out.

Zuko pressed his fist into the ground, groaning in anger. He got up firing at Aang. Aang deflected his fire with a defence of his own. Aang swayed his stick, knocking Zuko further back down the hill. Zuko got back up, going with all his might against Aang. Using all his power against the Avatar in order to get you back. – “Wait!” – you called out loud. Aang and Zuko stopped.

Aang looking confused at you. – “Don’t hurt him.” – you told Aang. Aang stared dumbfound  at you. Zuko slowly got up as you ran up to him. Slamming yourself against his chest when he had gotten up. Your arms around him. Zuko moved his arms around you as well, lowering his head on your shoulder to feel your embrace deeper.

“I need you Y/n.” – Zuko whispered to you. You hugged him tighter as a response. – “Can someone explain to me what is happening?” – Aang said out loud, looking back at his friends. Sokka and Katara could only stare in shock at the two of you. – “They’re intended.” – Sokka said finding it hard to believe and finding it odd that he was saying it out loud. – “Huh?” – Aang responded.

“We should probably leave.” – Katara whispered to her brother. – “Good idea.” – he whispered back, slowly backing away. The three of them ran off. Zuko and you stopped embracing. He smiled at you, touching your cheek. You brought his hand down, keeping it in yours. Holding hands, you went back down the hill with Zuko.

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[courtingchaos]

Braised

Line Cook Eddie x Barista Reader

Summary: A long day at work leads to a long night in Eddie’s bedroom.

A/N: woof. I started this back in March? Took me this long to come back to it but I like it. Nay, love it because line cook Eddie is my boyfriend. Also, I need @newlips to know this has lived in my head since January and is the inspiration for this. It’s literally just….so so so much smut.

Warnings: Slight somnophilia (listen you had a long day and he’s got a great mouth), sex, drug use (not for the somno)

18+ NSFW No Minors

“Eddie, I’m really tired.” You giggle when his mouth finds the back of your neck.

“Yeah but I think I found some more syrup back here. Mhm, yep another sweet spot.” He rakes his hands into your hair to pull it up gently so he can get at more skin. It tickles, makes you scrunch your nose at the feel of his lips pecking around.

“Seriously Ed, I’m not gonna be much fun tonight.” It’s not that you didn’t want to fuck around, it was that it had been a Sunday From Hell. You’d shown up to his apartment a sticky mess, a new bleach stain on your favorite work jeans. He’d done nothing but smile and take your bag and usher you off to his bathroom, tossing in one of his big bath towels behind you and promising to have dinner ready when you were done.

Since then, he’d somehow convinced you to sit on his bed with him when you’d gotten out.

You gotta plug your phone in why don’t you sit down I’m sure your feet are killing you let me rub them for you oh why don’t you let me get that knot out of your back no seriously just lay down I’ll give you a little massage no I’m not getting fresh calm down.

You’d gotten comfortable, lightly dozing in the middle of his bed while he made sure the knot in your back never showed up again.

“Feel better?”

You nod and sigh dreamily. He’s shifted up from the edge of the bed to straddling your hips, bent over your back to whisper in your ear. “I can make you feel even better if you want.” He dances his fingers down to run along the edge of the towel.

“Eddie…”

“What if you just lay there huh? Let me take care of you.” He says quietly.

You were tired. You were sore. However the shower had worked a minor miracle and the growing bulge pushed against your ass was changing your mind by the minute. You pretend to contemplate, rolling your head back and forth on the back of your hand that’s propped up under your chin.

“And you’re making me dinner?”

“And I’m making us dinner.”

You shrug lightly. “Can’t complain if I fall asleep.”

“Scouts honor. I’ll leave you alone if you fall asleep.”

“Well I didn’t say that.” You mumble in your skin. His weight shifts forward, planting his hands next to your head. He hovers over you and chuckles. “Are you being a freak?”

“…Maybe. What constitutes a freak?”

“Talkin’ about me fucking you while your asleep’ll do it.”

The towel is the first thing to go, Eddie’s fingers sliding between the terrycloth and your shower warmed skin. It’s pulled free and flung towards the bathroom door, the chill air hitting your clammy skin for only a moment before his big frame is back on you, knees around your hips and hands planting beside your elbows. Your cheek upturned, he leans down to give you a kiss.

“You’re real sweet on me, huh?” You mumble. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the flash of a smile before he dives back down to kiss a trail from your face to your shoulder all the while slowly grinding his hips into you.

“You could say that.” He spends a while on light touches, pulling quite sighs out of you while you relax further into the comforter. You think you might actually be falling asleep when you realize he’s stopped touching you. He gets off the bed for a minute to rearrange and grab his other pillow. He kneels beside you again and taps your hip. When you don’t make a move he grabs you, fingers digging in enough to make you laugh.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“Then move!” The smile is evident in his voice even though you can’t see his face. He jostles you again and you turn your hip up off the bed.

“No, lift your hips up, like-forget it.” He leaves the pillow and yanks you up by the waist, making you tuck your knees up under you to stay up right. He makes a pleased sound and smooths his palm over the curve of your ass.

“You just gonna stare all night?”

“I could.” He says quietly. His finger traces light lines up the back of your thigh and you can feel the heat slowly creeping its way across your hips. It reaches out towards the lingering feeling of his palms pulling you up, where his fingertips had dug in. You were getting used to him moving you around however he wanted, liked it a lot even, just not sure how to ask for it yet. He pulls you out of your thoughts when he tucks the folded over pillow under you and gently pushes you back down.

“Relax.” He coos at you from above. His palm is warm against your ankle where he pulls a little to help you straighten your leg out. Tugs your other leg straight and then settles himself between your knees.

“Eddie-“ Turning your head over your shoulder is a deep stretch, and with your ass in the air slightly you can barely make out his hand hovering near his mouth and his dimples. He tilts his head over so you can actually see him.

“Hey that doesn’t look comfortable or relaxing.” He swats at one cheek, just fingertips, admonishing you. Tucking your chin back to the pillow you hide your smile in the silk. “You trust me, right?” He’s asking you, sincerity laced in his quiet words. You nod your head yes but he makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Tell me?”

“Yeah.” A little breathless, only because he keeps stealing it from you with these kinds of acts. “Of course.” You do. It’s been a few months of actual dating and every time he’s asked it’s been yes (vehemently yes) and still he asks. It’s not like he’s moved on to suspending you from the ceiling, but it makes you a little morose for all the times other people didn’t check in, didn’t ask after simple things.

“Hey.” He gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. He’s gotten so good at reading you, can see when you immediately start to get lost in that maze of thought again. “I can leave you alone.”

“Don’t…don’t leave. I am having fun.” You shift just a little so he can see the side of your face, hair pushed back so he can see your eye glinting in the lamp light. “I mean it.” His dimples match your grin and when his weight shifts up you can feel the smile pressed against your shoulder where he places a kiss. He litters your back with them, going down your arms till he can’t reach them tucked under your cheek. He lays them up your neck until he can feel the tension bleeding away. Plants a big obnoxious one on your cheek, one that gets you to scrunch up your nose again. He runs his hands in between the spaces he misses, fingernails leaving little pink lines down your back, lines that fade after a second. He’s trying to get you back in that relaxed state you were in. Post shower and dewy and looking like a water nymph lounging on his bed.

He’s at your hip, hovering over the black lines of the tattoo there. Breathe hot where it’s trapped between your skin and his face. He runs his hands down the outside of your thighs and back up. Steadies himself while he stretches out between your legs. He shifts around to lean on his elbows, watches the goosebumps fan out and over your skin. You’re good and sunk into the bed so he leans forward and slowly bites down on your left cheek.

Your leg kicks up next to him. “Eddie!” A high pitched squeal of his name makes him laugh around the mouthful of you. He keeps an eye on your face and rests his wrist on the pillow, knuckle barely grazing your pussy. Your hips shift slightly under his mouth and he lets go, admiring the imprints of his teeth before running his tongue over it. Inches his hand up on the pillow enough to slide his finger between between your lips, wasting no time in finding your clit. Circles it slow in tight circles, your sigh loud in his quiet room when he finally touches you how you’ve been wanting him to. He likes watching you like this, soft and relaxed. Knows he’s doing his job at keeping you out of that thought trap when your hips chase his touch. He rests his head momentarily on your ass, the quiet chuckle from you cut off when he slides his finger up and brushes over your entrance. You clench against him gently prodding, canting your hips back to chase his hand when he goes still.

“Hold on.” You hear the wet sound of his mouth and then feel the momentary cool touch of his spit slick finger going in slow until he hits his knuckle. The moan caught in your chest is dislodged when he flutters the fingers of his other hand over your sensitive bud and crooks his finger deep inside you.

“Is that good?”

A slight nod of your head and then a sharp gasp when he spreads you open with two fingers and spits, fingers working to spread it around. “You like it when I make a mess of you?” Another nod, he can see where you’re fisting the pillow under your head, but that’s not what he wants. “Hey.” Firm but gentle, he gets your attention.

“Fuck, yes Eddie please…” You run out of words when he slips another finger in, both now rubbing up against that soft spot inside. He’s taking his time, both hands working at a torturous pace and making you squirm around the bed.

“Told you I’d take care of you.”

“I never doubted you.” You gasp into your hand. He said he’d wanted you to relax but this is having the opposite effect. Between him nibbling on the cuff of your ass and taking his sweet time fingering you, it’s no wonder you’re pulling taut around him. You kick your leg up and try to squeeze at him, trying to keep him in place even though you couldn’t pay him to move.

Eddie speaks lowly. Hushed tones accentuated by the sound of you, wet made wetter from him sneaking his tongue in with his fingers.

“Been waiting all day for this.” His nose brushes along your folds when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. Goosebumps explode over the backs of your thighs when his now free hand lays over your lower back to pin you to the pillow.

“Taste so sweet for me.” He licks a wide tongue from your aching clit to your entrance, tip of his tongue dipping in to taste.

“Eddie I swear…”

“What?” He licks his thumb, pausing for second before gliding it over the tight ring of your ass. A gasp and your legs tightening around him make him look up at you. Your hands gripping the pillow, mouth hung open on a gasp tell him everything.

“You like that?” Another long lick over your center pulls a groan out of you and Eddie is done asking questions. He makes a mess out of you, wet sounds drowned out by your whining and moaning. You babble about his mouth and how good it feels and Eddie preens, doubles down and presses just a little bit more with his thumb. He flicks his tongue over your clit and when you squeeze him between your thighs he speeds up.

He’s been achingly hard since he started this little venture, grinding his hips into the bed with every one of your moans and as much as he enjoys taking you apart like this, he can barely wait to sink into you.

You chant his name when he sucks your clit and your hands look for purchase in the pillow and the sheets. The tremble in your legs barely starts before your pulled tight all around him, low groan from deep in your chest punched out by the rapid flick of his tongue. You’re just off the edge, orgasm rolling through while you huff into the pillow trying to catch your breath when Eddie hauls up. Distantly you hear his clothes hit the floor and he’s between your legs again, cock laying heavy on your ass.

“I take it back.”

“Take what back?” You’re floating in clouds made out of his bed.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this.” He strains out while pulling his hips back and slowly grazing lower and lower till the head of his cock catches and he pushes in. You both groan in unison and he takes his time fully filling you.

“Fuck baby, so fuckin’ wet for me.”

You can’t do much but lay there in awe, boneless and relaxed and letting Eddie do whatever it was he wanted.

“Feel so good for me.” He drags his hips back slow and pushes back in slow and keeps talking low and slow and he’s got you in a trance. Nodding along and agreeing, keening and whining when he pushes right into that perfect spot.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum again.”

“What, this?” He gives a little more on that thrust. “Not yet you aren’t.” He grabs your ass, one hand on either side to use as leverage in this game of torture he’s playing. He lets a line of spit fall from his lips between you two and resumes his previous activity of sliding his thumb over your ass.

“You are a dirty girl.” He teases when you push your hips back into him. “Want me to fuck your ass?” He’s so full of himself, with every right to be. You nod under him, a silent ‘oh’ on your lips.

“Of course you, I’d take such good care of you.” Eddie babbles at the back of your head to try to distract himself. Every ridge and bump slides along his length and sends him closer to the edge and every lurch forward he pauses, not wanting this to be over.

It’s only when he makes you arch your back and he drives down into you that he starts to falter, your second orgasm taking you both by surprise.

“Oh shit, Eddieeddieddie!” You chant his name and push your hips back to keep him inside and Eddie thinks he might just fucking die tonight.

You’re out, hands falling limply beside your head and mouth hanging open. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you so blissed out.

“Oh my god.” Even with you floating off, your pussy grips him, fluttering around his cock in the aftermath of your own orgasm. He’d been playing a game with himself, just as much as with you but he’s nearing the end of his own limits. A thin line of sweat trickles down his back and his nerves are on fire. He holds you open so he can watch where he sinks into you but there’s a faltering in his rhythm. He curses and grips the globes of your ass, nails digging half moons into your skin.

You feel good, you always feel so good and he’s lost his train of thought. Stuck on the wet sucking of your pussy and the soft fat under his hands. He reached his goal in getting you relaxed, so much so that you’ve gone limp under him, little grunts of pleasure when he hits particularly deep. He can let go but he doesn’t want to, this impromptu edging he’s been after slowly killing him and making his eyes roll.

“So fucking good for me, yeah?”

You barely nod, too busy drooling into the pillow to give him a real answer.

“God I love the way-oh fuck honey, do that again!” You flex around his cock and Eddie’s hips stutter before he decides ‘fuck it’. He punches his hips fast and holds you down to keep you in place. Your grunts turn into moans and you scratch at the pulled up bedding, looking for something to hold on to. He fucks you right until it’s almost a mistake, pulls out and paints your back in hot lines, a pained groan vibrating in his chest while he pumps his twitching cock.

He can feel you trembling under him while he tries to catch his breath. One hand holding his softening cock while the other rubs up your leg and over your side.

“That was fucking beautiful baby.”

A slight chuckle from you and he leans over you to nose at the side of your face. “You okay?”

“Uh huh.”

“You don’t have a single worry in that pretty little head, do you?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Good.” He peppers a few kisses against your cheek and you smile lazily.

“I’m gonna go get a towel okay?”

You raise a weak thumbs up and he gives your ass a slap on the way off the bed.

In the time it takes him to find a towel and come back into the bedroom, you’re out fully this time. He lets his eyes wander over your body, moulded into his bed. The slow rise and fall of your back as you slip deeper into sleep and he shakes himself out of his poetic waxing to clean you up before it becomes a problem.

You only stir a little when the cloth hits your skin but Eddie is done quickly, ditching it in favor of tracing light shapes over your back. He smirks at the short red marks along your back where he’d hung on for dear life and it’s only the timer on the stove that’s able to pull him out of his memories, lest he burn the apartment complex down.

“Hey.”

You stir, pulled gently out of your nap. Eddie is crouched beside the bed with his chin hooked on the mattress, watching you blink blearily at him. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Did I fall asleep?” You ask, stretching under the comforter that he must have pulled up over you.

“Like, immediately. Got that NyQuil dick, what can I say?” His laugh shakes the bed when you smack his shoulder lightly.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Much easier to get you under the covers.” He gives you a quick kiss before standing up and holding out your pajamas to you. “You can eat dinner naked if you want, but there’s sauce involved.” He tilts head though and hums. “On second thought don’t, I can help you clean that up.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you snatch your clothes out of his hand. Sliding out of bed you march into the bathroom while he whistles after you.

“Jesus christ this is so good.” You say around a mouthful of food. Eddie grins into his fork, cheeks hot with his oncoming blush.

“Yeah?”

You shoot him a look daring him to pick apart his meal. “I’ve never had a turnip before. This is heavenly.”

“Never?”

“No! Especially not whipped!”

He watches you shove a forkful of charred broccolini into your mouth and pretend cry. “I really thought the ribs were gonna win but it’s this fucking broccoli.”

“Broccolini.” He corrects, gently. You roll your eyes and mutter sorry while you dig around your plate.

While earlier had be a spectacular beginning of the night, this is what he looks forward to the most, when he gets to stretch his wings and try new things with dinner for the two of you. Your face always lights up and is swiftly followed by a low growl of ‘oh my fucking god’ when you get first taste. You have yet to give him any critique outside of asking why he was buying you treats instead of making them.

“Eddie, I’m not kidding, this is the best thing you’ve made thus far.” You run your finger around the edge of your plate, gathering up the left over wine sauce. He watches your tongue lap it up off your finger and then watches your tongue glide along the edge of your wine glass, collecting the few remaining drops, momentarily wishing he was a piece of drink ware. “So, question.” You set your glass down pointedly.

“Answer?”

“When are you gonna let me take care of you?” You give him warm look, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“You can totally make dinner whenever-“

“No, that’s not all I mean.” You slide off the barstool and round the corner of the counter to where he’s sitting. You lean your whole body into him, hands toying with the loose curl from his clipped back hair. “You always take care of me. If it isn’t dinner it’s in there,” you gesture over your shoulder to his bedroom with your thumb, “or it’s paying for my nails, or taking me on dates. When do I get to do that for you?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his plate. He doesn’t want an argument to spool out of this. You’ve touched on it before and every time gotten a little defensive about him always spending his money.

“I get joy out of your joy.”

“Okay, and I’d get joy from taking you out once in a while.”

He can see the resolve in your look, the slight pinch of your eyebrows and it’s been too good of a night. “Alright. Later,” he gives you a look, “we’ll talk about you paying for my nails okay?” He can’t get through without laughing and you push him, grinning. He stands and wraps you up tight in a hug, lips buried in your hair next to your ear. “Seriously, I promise. I’ll think of something.”

“Now though, I want to go out on that balcony and smoke that stupid little pink joint you rolled yesterday.” He points toward the door and you huff into his neck.

“It’s not stupid! The papers had little cherry blossoms on them!”

On the balcony Eddie sits in one of the folding chairs while you drag a pillow out with you to sit between his knees. You both sit in silence, passing the joint back and forth and scrolling through your phones. You hold it up for him when you find a funny video and he runs his fingers through your hair between passes. He stops paying attention to whatever he’s reading when you lay your head against his thigh and place a little kiss on the inside of his knee. You’re engrossed in some article, mindlessly nuzzling into Eddie’s leg and he has to take a deep, shuddering breath.

It’s balmy out, a quick breeze pushing through every so often. He’s full of good food and good wine and good weed, the smell of dinner and your perfume filling the air. Your hair is soft under his hand, a small hum from you when he scratches his nails against your scalp. Eddie has to stop himself, has to bite his tongue from blurting it out. It’s only been two months of on paper dating but he knows it in his gut, deep in his bones.

It’s love in the way you loosely wrap your arm around his calf. Love in the way he gets excited to go to the grocery store with you. Love in the way you sigh under him almost every night of the week.

“You okay?” You rest your chin on his thigh, looking up at him. “You got kind of quiet.”

“I-“ he looks anywhere but your eyes, wide and shining in the light filtering up from the parking lot. “I really like you.”

Your smile makes his insides melt. “I really like you too Eddie.”

He feels like a coward, like is leagues away from how he feels but it’s what he’s sticking to. He doesn’t want to send you fleeing out the front door, not when it’s been a basically perfect night. “I really like spending time with you…like this.” He circles his finger around and you laugh, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh I’m sure you do.” You turn around to face him, kneeling on the pillow and running your hands up under his shirt. Your fingers tickle on their way up to rest on his sides. He leans forward to give you a kiss before you lay your cheek against his sternum. He knows there’s no way you can’t hear his heart kicking up, can feel your hands tighten on him and your sigh through the thin cotton.

There’s a rumble of an old Chevy and Eddie watches Jeff pull through the front gate. He’s only got a few more minutes with you like this before his roommate comes in, but it’ll be enough. Hand cradled against your neck, holding you to him he thinks about all the love just under your cheek and hopes maybe you’ll feel it, even if he can’t say it yet.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

[haeryna]

I love idol and rockstar satosugu!! Do you think you’d expand more in depth on when Suguru got into a fist fight and when Satoru got bullied with reader sticking up for him 👀

sorry for the long wait anon, i was Scheming lol. i hope you like it! thank you for the ask <3 ↪ continued from here

tw: more homophobia (references to being called a slur), emotional constipation, not proofread, author is a sucker for angst

satoru is eight when the boys at the local playground start calling him names. at first they're petty things; "you run like a girl," or "too weak to be a boy." but you've noticed they've been getting bolder, recently. meaner. but it isn't until that day when that word falls from their mouth that you physically recoil, stomping up to them in your denim overalls and light-up pink sketchers.

"what did you just call him?"

the slur falls from the other boy's mouth as easy as breathing. satoru's lips are pressed in a hard line, but you can see the tinges of self-doubt in his eyes. before you can second guess yourself, you step up and slug the boy hard across the cheek. immediately he stumbles back, wailing, but you're too preoccupied with grabbing satoru's hand and running to care.

satoru will never admit it. but you saved a piece of him that day that he didn't even realize was there until later. he could feel his heart mending as he cooed over you, as you whined about the redness of your hands. the way you gazed up at him so trustingly as he gently blew over the braised knuckles, trying to soothe the sting. you were like his tether, he mused. keeping him grounded, keeping him away from his own thoughts.

"it hurts, 'toru," you whined, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your hand.

"guess suguru and i will just have to teach you how to throw a proper punch, hm?"

you're twelve when you see the large crowd that's gathered in the courtyard of your middle school. when you push your way through, you can see satoru standing closest to the middle, the look in his eyes cold and hard. you tug at his sleeve.

"what's going on?"

before satoru can respond, another classmate eagerly replies, "geto is beating the shit out of some guy!"

your blood turns to ice in your veins, but as you move to try to see what's happening, satoru catches you in his arms, tugging you away. "don't," he chides, pressing your face into his chest and blocking your vision. "suguru didn't want you to see this."

"a fight, 'toru? why?" your voice sounds so bewildered, so hurt, that satoru almost cracks. he can't tell you about how suguru found out that the boy he's currently pummeling into the ground had been going around talking about how he wanted to "get a taste of the whore that geto and gojo have been keeping around." he can't tell you about the rage that had filled both of them, and the hint of fear. you had been their only weakness. the only reason suguru was fighting, satoru thinks, is because i lost the game of rock paper scissors.

after, when the crowd has dispersed, and after principal yaga has finished giving suguru and earful, you sit in his basement with him. tears crowd your eyes as you stubbornly push through, treating his scrapes with ointment and wrapping them carefully up in gauze.

"you don't have to do this," suguru says, softly. the pain you've been trying to hide in your eyes can't hide from him. "it's fine." your voice cracks and you sniffle as you press a bag of ice to his black eye.

suguru sighs, tugging you closer into his arms. "don't be like that. what's wrong, angel?"

"why were you fighting?" your voice is hushed, and you press the bag of ice more firmly to his eye, ignoring the quiet yelp of pain. "'toru won't tell me anything. what's going on, sugu?"

he sighs, cradling you a bit tighter. "do you trust me?"

you have absolutely no doubt in your voice when you reply, "of course."

"he was just, saying things that weren't right. and words weren't going to convince him otherwise." suguru brushes a strand of hair away from your face, eyes softening as he takes in your teary expression. "i promise i'll never fight unless it's absolutely necessary, alright?"

"promise?"

"I promise," he tells you, linking his pinky through yours with ease. "and i've never broken a promise before, have i?"

and he hadn't until that night.

[nolita-fairytale]

cigarettes & coffee (carmy x fem!reader songfic)

summary: carmy can't sleep and neither can you. after moving in together you spend a morning drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. (part of the make my heart surrender verse, but can absolutely be read as a standalone piece).

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smoking, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, but i don't think any others

listen to: cigarettes & coffee - otis redding

a/n: just a lil something to hold the carmy fandom over while i work on some engagemet smut and the prequel to make my heart surrender

"it's early in the morning about a quarter til three, i'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby over cigarettes and coffee."

"Can't sleep?" Carmy hears you say, your soft footsteps filling his ears.

He's curled up next to the windowsill, inside of the reading nook that's tucked perfectly into the apartment's alcove.

"Nah," you shake your head, your footsteps carrying over to your now shared open kitchen.

You notice that he's opened one of the windows and is fumbling around with an unopened pack of cigarettes.

"Sorry did I wake you?" he asks, just a hint of nervousness in the sound of his voice.

"It's okay," you respond, quietly reassuring him.

And it is okay.

But it's also going to be an adjustment.

"darling, I've been so satisfied, honey, since I met you, baby, since I met you."

You start making your morning coffee as you can hear Carmy beginning to fidget with his lighter. Carmy has a marlboro pressed in between his lips as he listens to you. He shifts forward from where he sits so that he can move the needle of your record player back over to the dark-colored vinyl you both were listening to the night before. He half-smiles as he watches the record begin to spin, turning the volume down just a hair from where it was the night before.

The love he has for vintage denim is the same love you have for vintage records, you'd explained to him when you'd first met.

You'd really lucked out yesterday by finding this old copy of Otis Redding's "The Soul Album" at the used bookstore a couple of blocks away. You'd purchased it as a symbol of you and Carmy's new chapter. Every time you wanted to remember this phase of your life, you could pull the vinyl from its sleeve and take a trip down memory lane.

"but it seemed so natural, darling, that you and I are here, just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee."

Carmy takes a look around at the mess in your -- well, now the both of your -- apartment. Unpacking amidst the move felt like it would never end, and he felt bad about the state of disarray he'd left your apartment in. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he lights up the end of his marlboro in avoidance.

He inhales the smoke deeply -- a somewhat frustrated and burdened quality to it.

You chuckle to yourself.

Yes. This is who you get to wake up to every morning: the man that you love, your best friend, your lover who sometimes carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"What's on your mind?" you ask softly, setting a timer on your phone for your French press.

Carmy sighs as he exhales the smoke, angling his face in the direction of the open window.

Sure, you'd both agreed he wouldn't smoke in the house but... it would take some getting used to.

"The agnolotti you made me a few weeks ago," he finally answers, his eyes fixed on the sun peaking just underneath the horizon.

Of course he's thinking about a menu.

"For The Bear?" you ask, curiously.

"Maybe. What do you think?" he asks back, turning his head to look at you.

You turn to him, your back pressed against the kitchen counter as you say: “I thought you said you already tried a stuffed pasta."

The corners of his lips curl into the smallest smile as he answers, “Not yours.”

You smile softly, thinking it over.

A few weeks ago, before the madness of the move, you'd been on a creative bender. You'd dreamed up a savory braised leek agnolotti del plin with a lemon beurre monte to brighten up the dish. You and Carmy had been working opposite shifts as of late, and it had worked out perfectly that you'd been able to surprise him with a home cooked meal when he'd gotten off of a particularly challenging shift.

"It could work," you state, a strategy beginning to unfold in your mind.

"We could do a little R&D with it as a special before committing to something that detail oriented. Think it would still work with the flow of things. Not too much extra work for Manny and Angel? Maybe Syd would be up for the challenge...? Or maybe you and I could work on it together."

"I'll throw it out there... talk it over with Sydney," he replies, coming to a temporary pause on the thought.

Carmy continues smoking his cigarette as you busy yourself with the remaining dishes left over in the sink. Since you started moving him in, it'd mostly been takeout or ordering a pizza -- neither of you having the energy to cook between the move and the restaurant.

"and oh, my heart cries out, love at last I've found you, oh, and honey, won't you let me just build my whole life around you?"

As your timer goes off for the coffee, you push pause on dishes and dry yours hands off.

You make up one of your little serving trays with two mugs, filling both cups 3/4 of the way. You add the remaining coffee, still in the French press, and the remaining milk you have in your fridge, to the tray.

Ready for your morning coffee, you turn around, tray in hand, as you take in the image of your handsome boyfriend. He's exhaling the smoke out of the window, his back pressed up against one of the walls of the alcove. The sun is just starting to rise, and you can't help but think he looks like an old hollywood movie star with the way that the sunlight hits his face.

You can't believe you get to wake up to this every single morning now.

"i would love to have another drink of coffee, now, and please, darling, help me smoke this one more cigarette, now, i don't want no cream and sugar, 'cause I've got you now, darling."

Sure, you'd agreed you wouldn't smoke in the house but when he looks this good doing it, you don't have the heart to stop him. You make your way to where he sits in the apartment's little reading nook before setting down the tray of coffee.

He looks to you, noticing the amused look on your face as your eyes flicker over to his cigarette. He looks down for a moment, before looking back to you, his blue eyes catching yours.

"Am I in trouble?" he asks, a small smirk on his lips. You pick up your cup of coffee taking a sip before responding.

You shake your head, "Not this time."

You lean in towards Carmy, and just as he thinks you're going to kiss him, you take the cigarette from him, trading him your coffee cup. He watches you, completely enchanted with you as you curl up on the other side of the seating area. With your back pressed up against the closed window and your feet hanging off of the reading nook seating, you bring the cigarette up to your lips to inhale.

Carmy takes a sip of your coffee as you exhale, facing towards the open window just like he'd done previously.

His chest filled to the brim with warmth, he asks you, "How're you mine?"

You shrug, the corners of your lips curling into a smile you reply, "Guess we both got lucky, huh?"

"it's so early in the morning, and I've got you and you've got me, and we'll have each other, and we don't, and we don't want nothing but joy."

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Thank you!!!!! So I was thinking of something like the reader is a childhood friend of Aelin and she meets Fenrys on Rolfe's ship and she realized they are mates but she was to scared to tell him and then Maeve came and she went with Rowan, Lorcan and Elide to rescue Fen and Aelin. More fluff after.

You're amazing!! ❤️ ❤️

This is a mix of these two requests and the some more insanity that I just threw in here. So just enjoy a little enemies to lovers goodness. 🤍✨

Anchor

You know when you meet a person and straight away you just know that it won't work? You can practically feel the aura around you clashing. The tension lingering. The heaviness. The calculated looks. That's how it was with Fenrys. The ongoing battle to not give into the desire to slash his throat when he babbled his cocky nonsense. As a male he wasn't too bad for the eye but boy oh boy when he opened his mouth.

"I still think you two should just...", Aelin stated but you only clanked your cup on the table. "Don't bother finishing that sentence", you pointed a finger her way earning a low growl from Rowan who was set across the room, "Oh don't you start, you territorial hawk". The male narrowed his eyes at you but you thew him just as much of a sharp glare.

"Okay, you two that's enough. I don't need you two fighting", Aelin reached for your hand, squeezing it gently in the hope of getting you to turn your attention back to her. She knew how you viewed all males. Life hasn't been kind in that sense. Same as with Lysandra there were boundaries. A deeply buried fear of being used again. Of being dominated. Repressed. Pushed around and used.

Hence why Aelin was willing to leave you behind if sailing in a closed-off ship with a handful of fea soldiers seemed way too much for you. But of course, you went. You brushed it off as if you weren't phased by it even when your body screamed at you from the moment Rowan had reached out for your hand to help you onto the ship.

"Just... if you worked together", but you shook your head. You knew where this was going and sure you wanted to help but the answer was going to stay the same. What she was asking of you was too much. It required too much. It was too personal. Too intimate. And you hated the male. Even if you agreed it would never work. "I love you and I want to help but if we can't do it without him getting involved, I'm not doing it", your words were cold. Colder than you would have liked but you just weren't ready to step over that line.

Rowan shook his head and Aelin's eyes softened. Without a doubt, they were doing that weird mind-to-mind communication that mates did. You just stood there waiting to be dismissed. Even if you knew that you could have easily walked out yourself. With a sigh, Aelin turned your way, "Alright, get some sleep. We have time to figure this out". You wanted to say that there was nothing to figure out but you kept your mouth closed.

The cold midnight breeze hit your skin as you stepped onto the deck. It wasn't all that surprising that none was out, all cooped up in their little cabins. You braised yourself on the side of the ship, looking ahead of yourself. Letting your mind get as clouded as the sky in front of you.

"Here to poison the ocean with your venom?", the voice startled you, making you grip the wooden brim but you didn't turn around. "Go inside pup, before your fur gets damp and you'll complain about it for the rest of the trip", you snarl back, hoping that the lack of attention would keep him away. Yet instead you bear a light chuckle and the footsteps that get louder and louder.

"Don't worry the undercoat will keep me warm", Fenrys purr as he nudges your shoulder slightly, making you glare at him even more, "Cheer up, we only have another handful of days together". You flash him the most ingenuous smile you could can, "Not unless I jump off the ship and drown myself". Fenrys cackles some more, "I'm sure the fishes would return you in a short while".

The bickering when on and on. Spitting insults where they fit. Having people separating you from one another at times but mostly it was the silent brooding. The death glares and the bitterness that for the most part did more damage than words.

Until this morning. You woke up with a jolt even before the sun had risen. Hand on your chest as you looked around your cabin. It was empty. The door with your makeshift lock was still closed. Yet something felt wrong.

Throwing your legs over the edge you moved to sit up but the pain that pierced through your chest made you frown, a light gasp slipping past your lips. You stilled for a moment, letting your body find itself steady once more. But the nudging didn't ease. It urged you. As if beckoning you to move, to do something.

Some fresh air, you thought to yourself. Some fresh air would help, you were sure. Leaning onto the walls on your way up to the deck you could swear the walk there was never as long. The coldness hit you like a brick, almost making you stagger back, yet you stepped forward. The pain only grew, making you almost want to claw at your chest.

"What's up with you and your night walks? Don't you know some of us want privacy?", you threw your glance to the side where Fenrys was sitting on the upper part of the deck. Somehow seeing him here made you feel slightly better, yet you still muttered, "Get lost", before your eyes darted to the shadows dancing across the ship. Each of them makes you turn around over and over again.

"I don't want what kind of funny stunt you're pulling but you can give up the act", Fenrys grumbled at the sight of you frantically turning around the deck. Only when you started clawing at your skin almost drawing blood did he smell the fear that was practically dripping off you. "Y/N", he called out a lot more softly, rushing down the set of steps.

"I won't do it, leave me alone, I won't do it", you muttered, breathing picking up. Fenrys stepped closer. He knew that approaching someone while they were in fight or flight mode was dangerous. You needed to be extremely particular with your actions. He'd seen many soldiers dying because they had chosen the wrong path of approaching an army friend after a particularly traumatic fight. Many had lost their lives to a fear blackout.

So when Fenrys reached for you, his movements were as slow as they could be. Gently sliding down your forearms, moving down to your palms, before he carefully laced his fingers with yours, making you stop the frantic attempt to look out for whatever you were afraid of. "I'm not insane", you crocked out and Fenrys instantly nodded, "Of course, you're not. I would never think that". Your eyes met his for a brief moment and Fenrys could swear the depth of them could drown him. But then the most painful cry slipped past your lips as you fell to the floor.

The door to the desk opened with a thud and Aelin followed by Rowan and the rest spilled out. Aelin called out your name, stepping forward but hitting a wall that you must have summoned. Her hands braced the surface as she tried to find a crack so she could get in. "Fenrys", Aelin called out in fear, catching the male's glance.

Your cries only grew louder as you fought whatever that was torturing you from within. "You need to help her", she practically cried out at the sight in front of her, Fenrys shook his head in confusion. "She is a psychic, she needs to let the vision flow through her but she hasn't... Fenrys", Aelin crocked out watching as you moved your hands over your temples, scratching the skin. Fenrys quickly pulled at your wrists, pulling your hands away from your skin.

You tried to break out of his grip but Fenrys didn't budge. Pulling your hands closer he moved them towards his lips, kissing both of your palms before, before placing them onto his shoulder. "You're a stubborn, stubborn girl", he muttered, gently cupping your face. Your body twitched, he could see you fighting it. He could tell that you were afraid. He just wasn't aware of what exactly. Of the process of seeing or what that meant for the future.

"Let go", Fenrys muttered softly, making you let out a low growl as you sink your nails into the male's shoulder. "Let go, before it destroys you from within", yet you shook your head, gritting your teeth as hard as you can. Already seeing the flashes of your consciousness slipping. Fenrys mouth thinned into a tight line, "Let go. I promise I'll pull you from down under. I won't let go", his words made your heart skip a beat. The world around you stopped. It felt like you couldn't hear anything. You couldn't make out anything. Yet in that nothingness, you could still feel it. Feel him. Feel Fenrys who stood there right beside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mind finally slipped. Fenrys was quick to catch you in his arms. Wrapping you up in his strong embrace, while you muttered words under your breath in the language that he couldn't understand. Lowering you carefully, Fenrys nestled you in his arms. Watching every expression on your face. Every frown, every movement of the muscle made him wonder how long he would have to endure this.

A sharp pain pierced his heart right as the stream of blood trickled down your lip. A fear like Fenrys had never felt before. It shifted something within him, as he reached for your face, "Ei, no, no, you don't linger in there. Come back", he called out frantically, tapping your cheek slightly. But it's like you didn't hear him or didn't want to. All of a sudden all Fenrys come to hear and feel was you.

The sound of your painful breath. The way your heartbeat becomes less powerful. The way your smell suddenly started to shift. The wolf with him howled. His blood ran cold and then he felt it. A thread of light that suddenly pulled from within his chest and toward you.

And even if it frightened him, Fenrys clasped onto that thread with all that he had, pulling you towards him. Filling the painful wounds on your side with nothing but love and care. It felt like a cruel joke in the given moment but he couldn't give you up. Every part of his body was screaming at him to keep fighting.

And then it all went static. It all stilled. Fenrys was surrounded by emptiness. For a second it felt as if he had died and then a hash inhale of breath set your heart beating again. Fenrys pressed you even closer to him. Fighting the tears that were burning his eyes.

"I would like some air", you mumbled and Fenrys instantly pulled back, allowing you more breathing room. Your face looked tired, sweat covering your skin. Yet you gave him a weak smile. "I take it back. I don't want to give you to the fishes", he muttered under his breath. You reached for his cheek, brushing some of the damp hair away from his face, "Good because I don't want to jump".

[vibratingskull]

Yandere!Thrawn x f!reader part4

Part 1, 2, 3

tag : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslight, blood drinking

“Enter, enter” you say, pushing the door “Watch your steps, I didn’t tidy the entrance in a while” you put the light on and throw your coat on your sofa. “All is well,” Thrawn says.

He observes. Silently, he takes note. So this is your home, the heart of your world, your nest, the shell of your intimacy. He visits without your consent, walking from room to room, like he owned the place. You’re soon his, so it's as is… As you’re rummaging through your kitchen he rummages through your room, smelling your pillows, opening your drawers, caressing your clothes, mentally noting your favorite brand of perfume and toothpaste. He sneakily takes your used toothbrush in his pocket, that will go with him! He looks under the bed, searching for treasures, and oh? What’s this? Your old drawings folder? He smiles to himself, how adorable! He absolutely needs to look through it.  He looks at your pictures on the wall, photos of you and your family, your friends and… Your lover. You’re circling his waist with your arm, pressing him against you with eyes full of love.

When did you take it? When did you escape his surveillance?

He’s gonna need to turn the screw with you.

“You want something specific to eat?” You call from the other side of the apartment, “Anything will do!” He gets rid of his coat and comes admiring you, leaning on the doorframe, you’re in an apron, getting busy with some spices and vegetables. He tilts his head, enthralled. He imagines you doing it in your shared apartment, with a round, full belly and a little one at your feet. He can’t help but smile.

“What?” you ask with an embarrassed smile, “Nothing. Do I not have the right to smile?” he says innocently, “Yes, but you were fixing me so intently… It’s a bit embarrassing” you laugh. “Let me help you” he takes an apron for himself and starts cutting the vegetable expertly.

This…

This is what he truly wants with you. A lovely team for the everyday grind, stronger than any storm.

And he will have it!

He would kill for it

He already did…

You cook side by side, laughing, nudging at each other. You quickly step back once you realize he completely beats you to it, braising the meat like a real butcher and cooking the vegetables in a grand flame like a pro! “You’re a Grand Admiral and you can cook? You’re good to marry, young man. Where are all you suitors?” you laugh, he just grins thinly at your comment, pouring the hot sauce on the dish.

You have a great cutlery collection! The one he has in hand is light, with a long sharp blade, he find the way it cut the flesh of the meat exquisite. He definitely gonna stole you this one!

You eat the result of this cooking session in the living room. It’s delicious, he really is talented! Under the table his foot brushes with yours and you start playing footsie with him, teasing him a bit. He remains stoical, but secretly his heart beats faster.

“It’s getting late, what do you think of a movie to end the evening?” you inquire. “I will let you choose, I am going to clean the table.” Anything to ease your life! But as he comes back to the living room he sees you sighing in front of a hologram of your dead lover. What?!

Why are you still attached to this poor bastard? He’s dead! Move on! He fighted and lost, Thrawn came up on top! Why can’t you see that instead? Why can’t you see all that he does for you? All the little attentions he gives you, all the privileges you get on the Chimaera… He can’t believe it! His hands roll in a fist, exploding the glass he holds in. “Dear maker, Thrawn!” you shout, startled.

You’re gently holding his hand, getting the glass shard out of his palm with tweezers and dressing his wounds. He doesn't flinch despite the pain, but inside he’s fuming: this is your real place! At his side, taking care of him but you’re so blind you don’t realize it… A part of him is profoundly annoyed at that and the other part refuses to precipitate things, wanting his declaration to be absolutely per.fect. and how he imagined it. But the bitter taste in his mouth doesn't disappear. 

“There you go! All cleaned up and dressed!” you bring his hand to your face and kiss his bandaged palm with a sounding noise and a large smile like you would do a child. The tip of his fingers graze your skin as he lets it fall to his side. Oh how he would love to kiss this smile, to shatter everything between you and feel your lips on his. 

It would probably break your heart to pieces and sever your relationship more than anything else, but damn the urge is strong! It is a basic instinct he fights everyday at your side, but he comes out victorious everyday because he plays the larger game, the endurance race and not the sprint. It is a game of patience and he is a very, very patient man, used to the hunt.

But the bitter taste remains

He turns and turns on his sofa bed, ire bubbling under his skin. At some point he can’t take it anymore and sneaks into your bedroom, a firm hand on the handle of the knife he stealed from you. 

You’re just here, sleeping peacefully, fully trusting the man supposed to sleep in the next room and in the security of your own home…

Tonight that might be your last error

He grazes the blade across your skin. It is so simple, you’re defenseless, all it would take is a quick slash at your throat, or rapid stabs in your chest. In fact he imagined more than 15 ways of killing you… more or less quick, more or less painful. But in each he irremediably joins you in death, holding your body. 

It is easy for him to spot the artery, even in the dark of the room. He lets the blade dance on your skin, adding and relieving pressure here and there… 

Should he do it? Settle everything here and there, get over this whole situation once and for all and minimize the suffering while it is still possible? He tastes the bitter savor in his mouth again, seeing you again in front of that holo, blind to his suffering and desperate love for you.

It’s infuriating

It’s intolerable

Why must he suffer like that? Why must you hold his heart and toy with it like you do? How can you be so heartless and cruel?

He raises his blade… Aims at your heart… Hold his breath…

And froze.

In your sleep you took his hand and brushed your cheek in his palm with a satisfied sigh. He remains still, waiting for something. But you keep sleeping, squeezing his hand. He closes his eyes, mentally berating himself.

How could he do this to you?

He lowers his knife and brushes your hair, moved by this sight. He may be a hardened warrior and a chiss, but he still has a heart. Saying you like that strangely makes him think of Che’ri, of how trusting she was when she slept. He tilts his head, observing you.

His ire subsided considerably. But not totally. 

He must punish you still.

He slices your skin in your neck and watches the blood beading and running across your skin. It is a very shallow cut, not dangerous, just painful. He towers over you and takes a sloppy lap at your wound. With the flat of his tongue he drinks your warm blood, letting the metallic taste invading his mouth. It is not unpleasant, far from that. He licks your skin clean, avidly putting pressure on the wound to make you bleed more and drink again. He continues until he feels calm and in control again. He should keep a vial of your blood on him at all times… just in case…

He opens his mouth wide and grazes your delicate skin with his long canines, pondering if he should bite down your flesh and draw more blood…

He kisses your wound and pulls the cover over you. He enters the bathroom and observes himself in the crude light of the bulb, shirt open, panting, eyes crazy, blood smeared across his mouth and hair disheveled. He tuts. You got too much control over him, young lady, and that won’t do! 

He slicks his hair back, buttons his shirt and meticulously cleanses his face. He brush the blood off his teeth with the stolen toothbrush, savoring the taste and heads towards the kitchen to clean the knife. He sees himself on the shiny blade as he wipes it with a towel, he looks into his shiny red eyes, lost in his thoughts. 

He takes advantage of your sleep and takes your cardkey, passes on his coat and goes for a walk. The air is fresh and the night’s deep. He walks in silence in the poor neighborhood, ignoring the misery around him and the traffic he guesses at the corner of each street. He will need to relocate you soon he notes, he can’t have you in this environment. He duplicates your cardkey in a store and then heads towards the lower, poorer floor of the city. He walks seemingly aimlessly in the dark street, not at all worried for his security, palpling his knife in his pocket.

He finds a burning barrel and admire the fire, the flames, the power… He throws your papers and debit card in the barrel and watches them burn slowly.  A hooker comes next to him, smoking a cigarette and laughs “Vengeance, great face?”, “In some way…” he whispers hypnotized by the flame, “What happened?”, “She cheated on me.” , “Oh! A love affair!” she laughs harder, clearly not sympathizing with his situation, “Yes…” His eyes keep on the dancing fire “She’s mine. But she doesn’t know it yet…”

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[montydrawsstuff]

I'd love to see if you have any ideas on how you think Katana and Slushie would first meet or become friends! We've been throwing out some silly ideas already but any call out to you specifically?

(Could be a multiverse thing, could be just your universe's Slushie counterpart, idk)

im gonna try to stick to my universe, just in case i mess something up with hers hehe

would love to write the oc cuties!

Katana huffed in his last "calming breath" before stepping back out onto the floor. It had been quite the lunch rush and he was pretty keen to spend the next 4 hours either staring at a wall or screaming at it. Still, he had one hour to go. One hour of busting his stripey ass and trying not to lose his cool- He never did at work, but today may have been his day.

"Keep yourself in the zone, son. Let your mind be calm as a river.."

That's what his father told him. Well, his river was just about ready for a tidal wave. His last table had done it. He was about ready to slice their whole party in half, or quit.

But surely, he could get through this last hour..

Thankfully, the place was dead. It wouldn't be long before they'd close till dinner, so it made sense, but it was still unusually quiet. Lucy gestured to a booth near the entrance, where someone light furred and fluffy took up most of one side.

Table for one? Okay loser... Actually I could do with some loser time too...

"Hey there! Welcome to the Golden Tiger! I'll be your server, names Katana- call me Kat."

The girl- some kind of fox he guessed- seemed surprised at his greeting. She jolted slightly, but didn't look up.

"Soooooo...... Can I get ya something orrrr... is that seat just comfy?" he asked, trying to keep himself from drifting.

"Umm.. do you have any recommendations? The Red Braised Pork looks good..." she murmured, with a sniffle.

Katana read all he needed from this girl, she was upset about something, probably had been crying. Just wants something yummy to make her feel better. So... in other words- an easy customer!

Or at least not his last customer!

"I mean... people order it? I can't tell ya personally if it's good since I'd die if I ate it but..." he chuckled.

Tell a little joke, show them the smile- god I'm such a good server!

"Is it... spicy?" she asked nervously, glancing up through her bangs, finally. She shot her eyes back to the menu soon after, though.

"yyyeah....? I mean, it won't kill ya but..."

"That sounds good.."

"Okay cool, and for drinks?-"

"-And some scallop pancakes, and extra rice... and the pork dumplings... and the egg drop soup please.."

Katana kind of just paused for a little before writing all that down. "Oookayyy.. You are... hungry. Um.. Drinks?"

"Just... green tea is fine..." she added, shyly sliding the menu over.

"Sure.. won't be long.." Katana gave another wonky smile before making his exit, just in time to see her steal a look.

Great, I'm the entertainment today I guess...

He took a look back at her, then to her order. Dang was it a lot of food, was this girl some kind of body builder? Where did she put it all? The cost didn't shake him, since their prices were pretty good for the quality, but the AMOUNT.

Girl ordered 3 sides and 2 mains dang it! Even with MAD munchies I couldn't do THAT!

He couldn't even be bothered to hand the order slip to his mother by this point, choosing instead to rip the page out and flick the page in her general direction and shout "Reflex test!" before heading back out.

Still dead. Good.

He leaned on the wall and stared at nothing, his mind still not hazed enough for his liking. Nevermind, soon enough he could just make a nest and just...

Do nothing?

He sighed and took a stroll back to the table.

"Hey."

The girl shot her gaze up, this was probably the last thing she wanted- to be berated by her server, the horror. But... Katana was bored, so she could suffer.

"So.. what are you doin' here all by yourself? New here?"

She blushed. "I have a friend in station square... well, she wasn't home, but she mentioned coming here before I think? She said it was... good"

"I mean, it's okay..." Katana drawled back "Yea, Sonic came here once. really put us on the map- brought all his friends"

The girl looked quite surprised at the name drop "Sonic the hedgehog?"

"Yea.. I think he was a hedgehog.. Looked like one... Apparently he's a big deal" he shrugged casually, fully knowing the huge celebrity status he had.

"Wow." she responded, kind of in awe "My friend... might have been with them..."

Katana hissed playfully through his teeth, giving a cheeky smile "Dang, you got famous friends? And here I was thinking I could impress ya with that one!"

She giggled. Haha! Cheering up already!

"Actually, I've been meaning to visit Mystic Ruin for a while. The temples are really beautiful and.." she blushed in a sort of dreamy way "at night... you can't beat the view... so many stars..."

"Oh.. right on. I guess I'm used to it, hehe... You don't get a sky like that in the big city."

Katana looked around nervously, where was this girl's dang food? Why hadn't anyone told him to buzz off yet? Weren't people generally creeped out by lizards, anyway?

"You know I don't think I heard you right when you introduced yourself, so I was surprised when you weren't a cat!" she giggled. Oh, so that's what that look was about.

"Oh, that's cool. I thought someone left their coat in the booth"

She giggled more. Okay, maybe this was a nervous thing now.

"It just sounded like... you said your name was Katana?"

"My name is Katana" he corrected, as if it weren't a strange thing to be named.

"Oh..."

"Katana! C'mere! Mom's got the food ready!" Lucy called "Get off your smoke cloud and come get it!"

"Geez, Fine! I'm comin', Batty!" he took his time at first, but remembered he liked this girl now so got his ass in gear. Though he was uneasy at how she stared at him again once his back was turned.

"Okay, that everything? Enjoy! And er... Have a good day!"

"Thanks... by the way.. sorry, you noticed me staring, didn't you..."

Do I make it awkward? uhhhhhh YEAH

"Ya, Don't worry, I know I'm a bit of a spectical.." He remembered the note he got instead of a tip from his last table, growling.

"I can't help but.. be fascinated by... scales... sorry!"

Ooooohhhhhh, she likes lizards! Duh!

Maybe she's dating one hehe

"Oh no worries, enjoy ya meal... errr"

"Slushie."

"Seriously?- I mean!- Nice name! Aw man... Well, we're even now! Hey let me know when you want a to-go box, 'Kay?"

Slushie nodded with a silly smile, already dug into her food.

To Katana's utter shock, she didn't need the to-go box

[thewriteflame]

Find the word tag game

Thank you @megarywrites for the tag! I’ll go ahead and combine them since some words weren’t found.

My words:

horizon, perfume, spicy, rough, and ringing

inspect, overhear, stench, savor, and graze

Horizon

“I’m sorry, love, but I fear you and I weren’t meant to be.” The crew laughed. Shuntala examined the horizon. There was no land in sight on her end. “Aye, there’s nothing, isn’t there? Best to get to rowing as soon as possible. Oh,” Shuntala looked back up at Saavin, wide-eyed. “I don’t see the harm in letting you have this back.” He tossed something towards Shuntala. She realized what it was and dove for it. The locket sailed past her hands and landed in the boat. She sighed and picked it up, pressing it to her chest. “I’ll be waiting for your bones to come dance on my grave, love.”

Perfume, Spicy

I need to start my edit to add more words to my WIP

Rough (oh which to choose)

“While you were gone, Saavin came.” Nahuel breathed in and took a small step forward. “I’m alright,” Shuntala smiled. “But he sunk three navy ships and stayed for half a day.” She began playing with Nahuel’s hand. “Then he sailed down the coast to a small village and killed a family, taking their daughter. When the news broke that a pirate had sunk the ships,” Shuntala looked back up at Nahuel. “I couldn’t help but worry the same thing had happened to you. I may not be able to stop your ship from sinking but at least I would know.” She brought his hand to her chest, near her heart. “If we are together we would know when something happens to one another.”

Nahuel leaned forward and kissed her then rested his forehead on hers. “I agree. I can’t imagine how I would deal with it if I were to return only to find your grave. Or, worse, to find out you had been taken.” He hugged her to him. “I feel like I have received the greatest treasure meeting you and the greatest blessing knowing you are willing to brave the rough seas with me.”

Ringing

Her mother rolled her eyes. “I’m positive you would want to get married if you would just give suitors a chance. I introduced you to so many fine men, any girl would jump at the opportunity to wed them.”

“Then why don’t you marry them, mother?” Shuntala waved her right hand through the air in emphasis. “I’ve told you I don’t know how many times that I do not want to marry a man that I can not see myself being with forever.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

Her mother sighed, “Shuntala, I want to see you in a good match. I want you to be cared for and happy. Your father-”

Shuntala stood, chair scraping against the floor before falling backward. “My father would want me to marry who I want out of love, not out of... necessity and pressure.” She said, voice ringing through the dining hall. She stormed out, ignoring her mother’s calls.

Inspect, Overhear, Stench

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Savor(y)

Now that she was able to eat solid food again she realized quickly that Zherlind’s cuisine was full of rich flavors. She had had some of the dishes when she and Nahuel were visiting but nothing compared to the meals in the palace. Tender elk braised in savory sauces, root vegetables roasted to perfection and seasoned with herbs she had never tasted, and, her favorite, flaky sweets filled with dark berries. Today was a lighter dish. She felt the saliva form as she took in the scent of fish. She admired how it was laid out, a light yellow sauce poured along the side of the fish and vegetables surrounded it like mourners near a grave. She glanced at the king and felt triumphant to see him eating already. She eagerly took a fork and knife and took her first bite of the fish. She closed her eyes and suppressed the desire to moan. The citrus sauce brought out the flavor of the fish and complimented it perfectly. This was her favorite so far.

Graze(d)

“Oh my little blossom,” Nahuel let go of one of Shuntala’s hands to wipe at the tears forming in her eyes. “It won’t be forever. We have one last shipment to drop off and we have some things to do in Kofu. We- no- I will come back for you in three months.”

“Three months?” Shuntala sniffled. “What if a storm comes or... or... pirates? What if something happens? I won’t know what happened to you.”

Nahuel hugged Shuntala to him, rubbing her back. “It will be alright. My family can send word if something were to happen.”

She clutched his shirt as if by sheer willpower she could keep him from leaving. “I can’t imagine my life without you now.” She whispered and Nahuel’s lips grazed her neck.

Tagging: @emelkae @the-finch-address and open to any of my followers!

Words: bicker, free, outside, orange, and power

[co-reborn]

No Words

Tzuyu x Male Reader

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499 Words

A/N: Happy birthday @brokennightmares01​! Here’s your “Tzu cuddle fuck” request. Hope you like it.

A/N2: Personally not satisfied with this quickie, but I tried to focus on the fluff elements this time. Thank you @v1ntrix​ for proofreading and editing this.

You and Tzuyu finally return home after a long day out visiting some of your favourite places in the city. Going to the dog park, spending endless hours with dogs drained a lot of your energy but it was worth it. It became your favourite place because it’s Tzuyu’s favourite place. Seeing her smile is enough to light up your heart.

Lunch and Dinner with Tzuyu were amazing too. A simple home cooked braised pork rice and a scrumptious buffet dinner made you ecstatic. The grin on Tzuyu as she watches you devour plates of food makes your heart flutter as always. 

She heads into the shower first while you sink into the living room sofa, reminiscing the day over and over again. You pick up your phone to look through the many photos taken. The smile on your face shows how much you enjoyed yourself. The day was amazing,  not because of the activities planned but because of who you did them with. 

Minutes pass as you scroll through the internet and you finally hear the click of the shower door. It’s your turn to shower. Warm water splashes on your face and you clean yourself up. You can’t wait to dive into endless fluffy warmth called Chou Tzuyu.

She’s already lying peacefully under the duvet, and you join her there. The mattress sinks as you lie on it, prompting Tzuyu to shift backward and snuggle into your chest. You feel her bare back against your chest, and you wrap your hands around her waist. 

She reaches up and holds your hand. You feel comforted by the action, and begin to drift off to sleep. However, you feel wetness on your fingers a second later. Tzuyu has brought your hand down to her crotch, causing you to nuzzle into her neck and smile while your other hand creeps up her perfect skin and lightly grabs her breasts.

While you begin to finger and fondle Tzuyu, she reaches back and starts to stroke your hardening shaft. It doesn’t take long for your cock to be enveloped in a different kind of warmth. Once you are fully erect, Tzuyu guides your shaft into her hole and begins grinding against your crotch. Tight and snug. Soon enough, your body works along Tzuyu’s, moving your hips in tandem with hers. Comfort and intimacy is the goal. Lust and pleasure can wait another day. 

Your breaths turn heavy by the minute, and you feel yourself reaching your peak. Tzuyu clenches your hand and gently rubs it as if she’s telling you it’s alright to cum. 

And so you do. 

You let out a deep sigh as you paint Tzuyu’s walls white. She relaxes into your embrace and snuggles closer to you, prompting you to smile and plant light kisses onto her neck. She pats your hands which are still wrapping her waist, and you close your eyes and head into dreamland.

No words. But you know she loves you. You love her too.

[mrskodzuken]

Green Frilly Apron

pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

genre: smut (domestic au)

wc: 0.7k

cw: 18+ MDNI; character/s aged up, househusband!Yuta, (kinda) dom!reader; m!receiving: cock slapping, nipple play, hand job, some ass spanking, implied blow job; slight dacryphilia; ‘love’, ‘darling’, and ‘good boy’ used as pet names; food mentioned. Lmk if I missed something 🙇🏻‍♀️

a/n: for @mitsuyaya, for accidentally feeding me with this spicy blurb about househusband!Yuta last night—I just continued it with both Yumi and Yuta, and how they portray Yuta in their writings, in mind. Also this is my writing debut for Jujutsu Kaisen, my first smut and overall writing post for the year 2022~ yay! 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 Thank you @osanoya for beta-reading this 🙇🏻‍♀️ *headpats* tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork

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“What’s for dinner?” you breathily ask him in his ear, your hands still palming his slowly erected cock under the green frilly apron he wore.

Yuta grips both the wok handle and spatula a bit tighter, cheeks flushed red, his low pants and mewls mixing in with the sizzling sound of the rice he is frying at the moment. Your husband loses his voice to respond to your question for a moment, his mind too lost in the pleasure he’s feeling right now. He couldn’t help it that warm soft hands wrap around his entire length, slowly pumping him up and down. Your hot breath fanning his neck, your equally hot wet tongue giving it long stripes before sucking it with your soft lips, sending shivers down his spine.

Yuta doesn’t notice one of your hands trailing through his stomach up to his chest, giving his nipples light feathery touches. You pinch a pert nip firmly between your thumb and index finger, making him yelp back into consciousness, rolling it gently.

“Well? You haven’t answered my question, love.” You stop stroking his cock, your thumb focusing on the tip now leaking with pre. Your other hand gives attention to his other nipple.

“Nngh… w-we’re… we’re gonna have—fuck—gonna have fried rice and b-braised vegetables for… for dinner—ahh!” He let out a moan after you suddenly slap his cock, a delicious hiss escapes from his lips music to your ears. You slap his weeping hard-on again before you pull your hands away from Yuta, who whimpers from the sudden loss of your touch.

“Yummy…” You reach for the stove and turn off the knob, giggling as you knead one of Yuta’s butt cheeks with your free hand, cooing at how smooth and pliable his ass is.

A sharp stinging Smack! has your husband’s eyes widen in pain after you spank him twice in a row from behind; his pants and moans become louder and obscenely filling the whole kitchen. He turns his head behind him, glancing at you with a fucked-up expression on his face. Tears start to form from his dark-colored eyes, his mouth slightly agape to let his tongue lolling out. You know what Yuta wants and you start giving him an open-mouthed kiss, both your tongues playing and you swallow his sweet moans; your lips find purchase on his tongue and hungrily suck it, slurping it like what you will do with his cock later.

“I’m hungry, Yuta~ The fried rice sounds delicious, but I want you for dinner tonight,” you slur in his ear, nibbling his earlobe, as you pull away again from your heated kiss, a string of saliva connected in between; that statement alone sends his throbbing cock twitching like crazy. Your fingers then catch the knotted string behind his back and pull it slowly, untying his apron in the process.

“Be a good boy and turn around for me, please, Yuta darling?” Your husband oblige, averting his eyes away from your own and his large veiny hands covering his bulge beneath the apron. You tut in disapproval, your head shaking.

“Hands on both sides, love. Let me see my darling husband’s cock, please?” Lo and behold, a wet patch of pre-cum seeps through the large tent forming behind the green frilly apron Yuta is wearing. Your eyes sparkle at the pretty sight, making you moan and your tongue wet your bottom lip.

You gently prod the patch with your finger, rubbing the tip of his cock through the apron, watching his body twitch at the sensation. You then lick the pad of your finger and smile before kneeling in front of him.

“Lift your cute frilly apron for me, please, but don’t remove it! I want to eat you while you wear the apron.”

“O-okay.” Yuta reaches for the hem of his apron and lifts it up to his chest, his cock hard and fully erect and its weeping head an angry red tip. His abs are contracting and covered in a sheen film of sweat.

You trace a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to mewl softly. You giggle and start stroking it again before your lips place a gentle kiss on the tip.

“Itadakimasu.”

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: here’s lookin’ at you, kid

part 1|| part 2 || part 3

Pairing: Chef!Bucky x Aspiring Chef!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Kitchens are loud and hot, but you’ve never minded that. Never minded the burnt fingers, and cut hands. What you do mind is Chef Barnes, the cocky talent that put Black Adder Brewery on the map. You’re even less used to hating someone quite this much, but you’re sure, somehow, you’ll manage—if you don’t stab him first.

Warnings: kitchen typical misogyny, Bucky being way too full of himself, light hazing, enemies to lovers, fluff, a little angst, light love triangle, hate-sex, kitchen typical drama

A/N: inspired by this headcanon i wrote!! hello my dears!! Part 4 is finally here, and i’m so sorry for the wait. thank you all for being patient, and for loving this fic so much. i really hope you enjoy, there’s some juicy drama in this one. i didn’t think we would be doing a love triangle but—here the hell we go. please enjoy, and as always, please let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs!! 😘 divider by @whimsicalrogers​

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🔪The one where you get asked out.🔪

Kara is waiting for you when you get home. She’d received your excited text about your cake—and subsequently your promise of free food from the kitchen—and was sitting at the kitchen table when you finally made your way in. 

 “Jesus, you said you’d be home almost an hour ago.” She whined. “What happened?”

 What the fuck do I even say?

 You were still in shock—you couldn’t believe you’d let King-fucking-Asshole put his mitts all over you. And what was worse, you’d enjoyed it. You liked to think your taste in men was at least better than him, but even now when you thought about his rough hands and the growl of his voice in your ear, your knees went a little weak. God-damn you, you thought frustratedly at your pussy, wishing like hell you’d said no, and knowing all the same that if you did go back, you’d probably say yes again. 

 Yes Chef.

 “I, um, I got held up. Asshole made me clean out the walk-in.” You settle for a half-truth instead. “Prick.” you brandish the braised beef you’d managed to pilfer—it didn’t go “out of date” for two days technically, but you know King Asshole is only going to toss it tomorrow, demanding fresher fare. You’d also managed to convince Bruce to save you just enough risotto to fill a pint container, a difficult feat. 

 “Damn.” She wrinkles her nose, frowning. “He’s such a dick to you.” You have no idea, you think sourly as you place your bounty on the table, watching with a satisfied smile as Kara digs in. “Christ, this is good.” You laugh, and you know she doesn’t notice the bitterness in it. You’re angry at yourself for giving in, angry that you let your shitty. boss taint your victory. 

 “Yeah, the food’s bomb.” 

 You decide not to tell Kara. It’s not because you think she wouldn’t understand—on the contrary, the two of you have spent many a night lamenting your various relationship choices. But for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to tell her. Maybe it’s because you feel stupid, or maybe because you’re embarrassed that after years of telling Kara her taste in men was absolute garbage and riding her choices, you made exactly the same mistake—only with your boss. Either way, you sit down at the table with a sigh, grabbing a fork of your own to pick miserably at the leftovers. 

 “Something happen?” She asks, quirking her perfectly manicured eyebrow at you. “You seem… I dunno. More bitter than usual.” You scowl at your friend. 

 “Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes, eating another bite of room temperature risotto before sighing. “I’m just tired. I’m going to head to bed.” And consider whether or not I should be tendering my resignation. You leave her at the kitchen table with the leftovers, waving your hand carelessly when she asked if you cared if she finished them. 

 You don’t—and suddenly, your room is sounding more appealing than ever. You flee from your friend, shutting your door before you sigh tiredly. One hot shower later found you in your bed, staring anxiously up at your ceiling. What would tomorrow at work be like? You weren’t stupid enough to think that one heated, hateful fuck would change anything about your relationship with Bucky—if anything, it felt like you’d taken a giant step backward. 

 “Fuck.”

 🔪

 It’s quiet when you get to Adder, a testament to last night’s raucous behavior. Most of the waitstaff aren’t there yet either, it’s still early for them. You close the door quietly behind yourself, making sure it’s locked before you look around the empty restaurant.

 “Hey.” 

 Oh shit. Mostly empty. 

 Sam pops up from behind the bar, and you feel your stomach do a nervous little flip. It’s the first time you’ve actually been alone with him since you kissed him, and you’re acutely aware of it. Your skin prickles with new nervousness, but you force what you hope is a casual smile. 

 “Hey! I, um, wasn’t expecting anyone,” you admit, waving. “Early start?” he nods, gesturing at the mostly empty liquor shelves behind him. 

 “Nat’s awful at restock.” He laughs. “Well, that, and I was kind of hoping to run into you, I noticed you tend to come in kind of early.” Oh shit. Oh fuck. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t had a good run—it was time to face the music now, as much as you really, really didn’t want to. Still, you tried to keep a stiff upper lip, and nodded, pulling out a seat at the bar. 

 “Guess I should have seen this coming.” Your laugh sounds nervous, even to you. “After last week and all.” he rubs the back of his neck and flashes you a winning grin. 

 “I mean, and the cake.” That makes you laugh, and Sam’s smile turns a little dopey. “Damn, that cake.” He shakes his head. 

 “If this is a catering request, I don’t come cheap.” 

 “Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it. This is more of a date request.” Those warm, honeyed eyes find yours. “If you’re not seeing anyone.” 

 Bucky’s face pops into your head, and you shake it, both to clear it, and in answer to his question. King Asshole certainly doesn’t own you, and you doubt he’d be interested in laying a claim anyway.

 “I’m not seeing anyone.” you answer quickly, swallowing. Sam is sweet, and he’s been nice to you from the start. He’s handsome, and the sight of his muscles pressed up against the standard black-polo is also not offensive to look at. The traitorous part of you, the part that joyrode in your frontal lobe and let chef fuck you within an inch of your life, however, mutters darkly at the thought of his request. He’s not Bucky.  

 That’s a good thing, you think back pointedly, ending your internal argument with a big smile. “I, um. I think that would be nice. Where did you have in mind?” 

 “Let’s say… Meiji? You like sushi, right? I mean, it’s not duck tongues, but I figure it’s pretty good.” He jokes, and you laugh. 

 “Okay. When?” 

 🔪

 It’s disgustingly easy to pretend you didn’t let Bucky cum on your belly in the walk in just last night. He pays little attention to you, and what words he does have for you are terse. At first, the sight of him makes your stomach clench nervously, but he stares through you, and you eagerly return the favor. You don’t even bother asking him for tasks anymore, simply tying your black apron around your waist, and walking over to Bruce’s station to see if he needs any help. 

 “You know how to make cilantro oil, right?” he asks, and you’re off, boiling, blanching, blending and straining until you’ve got almost a quart of emerald green oil. He’s got you making red pepper remoulade when Steve’s gentle tap almost sends the whisk you’re holding right into his face. 

 “Oh, oh shit, I’m so sorry Mr. Rogers, I didn’t see you—” you watch as he wipes a glob of remoulade from his cheek and brings it to his mouth. 

 “Don’t worry about it. That’s good, needs salt. Can I speak with you?” he asks, cocking his head. Your heart immediately starts hammering so hard in your chest you’re surprised he can’t see it through your shirt. You hide your shaking hands in your apron, nodding. He spins on his heel and makes for the office, and you follow closely behind. “This won’t take long, I know you’re working hard.” he says over his shoulder at you. 

 Scenarios are running through your brain at top speed, each worse than the last. He knows about Bucky. 

 Oh fuck, what if there are cameras in the walk in? 

 Sweet lord, what if there’s audio? You’re fighting not to hyperventilate as he waits for you to enter, closing the door behind you. 

 “I wanted to congratulate you on your dessert last night, I heard amazing things from everyone.” Steve genuinely sounds pleased, and you release the breath you’ve been holding since he pulled you aside. “I know it hasn’t been… the easiest of times with Buck being… how he is,” he adds, and the nervousness returns. How much does he know? How much did Bucky tell him? 

 You know better than to complain, even though it’s all you want to do. You want to tell him what a bully Bucky is, though you know it’s likely all for naught anyway—there’s no way Steve doesn’t know just how far his star chef is willing to take his grudges. “I’m learning so much,” you reply dismissively, forcing a smile. “Never worked in an easy kitchen. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” 

 Steve smiles back at you, though his is much more genuine than your own. “Good. Because I’d like you to prepare a special every week. Doesn’t have to be dessert, but I figure it’ll take one thing off of Bucky’s to-do list.” You’re not sure how it’s possible to feel both triumph and despair all at the same time, but you do. They both settle over you evenly, and your shoulders sag a little from their weight. 

 “Are you fucking kidding?” you shriek excitedly, unable to stop yourself from jumping up out of your seat. You, designing specialty menu items for Adder? You pinched yourself discreetly, just to be sure that you were actually awake, and not passed out in the walk-in or something. The burst of pain makes you giddy—it’s really happening. You settle back into your seat, your heart pounding. 

 I’m really fucking doing this. 

 You should be proud of this moment, happy that your talent, your hard work, is finally paying off. This is it, the road you’d only dreamed of trodding when you’d moved out of your mom’s apartment with your first cheap set of knives. Except, sat smack dab in the middle of it is the infuriating roadblock of King Asshole, who you just know will not take this very well. The dark cloud settles over your mood before you can stop it. 

 “Um, Mr. Rogers, does B—Chef Barnes know about this?” You can’t keep the worried edge out of your voice. Steve nods at you knowingly. This decision was reached without Bucky’s input, and since he can’t punish Steve, you already know he’s going to punish you. 

 “Ah. No, he doesn’t. Not yet, anyway. I plan on having that conversation after closing.” After I leave, you mean, so he can’t hunt me down and intimidate me out of it before the menu goes out tomorrow. 

 “And…what are my limits, sir?” you ask tentatively, and your mouth drops open a little as he shrugs. “Does it have to be dessert, or—”

 “Anything.” he smiles at you. “I’d like to see what you can do.” The giddy rush of excitement you feel has you running through your mental rolodex of recipes, trying to figure out which one’s going to feature in the special menu. You’re already rising from your chair, your eyes glazed over just a little as you tick things off in your brain. 

 Buttery scallops with a swiss-chard reduction? No. Grilled char with a sweet corn and cabbage slaw—

 “Make sure you get your order request in before open tomorrow!” Steve calls after you, his voice barely registering as you make your way back to cold-prep. 

 What the fuck am I gonna make?

 🔪

 You make a point to submit your order form to Steve, not King Asshole at the end of your shift. He accepts it without complaint after skimming it—and you feel your heart plummet to your feet. You’d half thought he’d reject it—after all, scallops are expensive even when they’re in season, and, well… you’re not Bucky. 

 But Steve simply smiles and nods. “I’ll have twenty pounds fresh tomorrow.” 

 His words are unspoken—this is your budget. Stick to it. It’s your job to manage portion control, to manage your inventory, just like Bucky does. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, but somehow this feels different. Both familiar and shockingly new, all at once. 

 Nothing can dampen your good mood that night—not even when you get home to find Kara and her latest paramour tangled up on the couch. 

 “Oh shit!” It’s not like you haven’t seen Kara’s boobs before—when have you not seen them, she’s practically naked all the time—but you’re less enthused about the muscular man holding your favorite throw pillow over his clear erection. “S-sorry, Kara said—”

 “No worries.” You reply tiredly, fixing Kara with a look as she smiles sheepishly at you over the back of the sofa. 

 “I thought you’d be gone just a little longer,” she replies, having at least the good grace to look thoroughly embarrassed. “Peter and I will take this to my room.” 

 “How benevolent of you,” you say dryly. “You’re totally paying for a deep clean.” You grumble at her as you walk past them, purposefully looking anywhere but at them. Kara’s giggle follows behind you as you close your door and start stripping out of your sweat and grease stained clothes. Your phone vibrates, and as you’re wrapping your towel around yourself, you grab it. 

 A quick peek into the hallway proves its emptiness before you make your way to the bathroom. You turn on the water as hot as it’ll go, before draping your towel across the hooks on the back of the door. Your phone vibrates again, and this time you actually check it. It’s your mom—telling you how proud she is of you. 

 It’s bittersweet, mainly because you know how disappointed she would be to know that you’d slept with your boss—at work, no less. You finish up in the shower, running a wide toothed comb through your wet curls and giving them a quick twist before heading to your bedroom. 

 The morning comes too quickly for your taste, and you feel unprepared as you ready yourself for the day ahead. King Asshole’s bound to know about your special now, and you can only hope he’s gotten the inevitable ensuing tantrum out of his system before you get to Adder. 

 Soon, however, there simply isn’t space for King Asshole and all of his bullshittery in your head. You’re far too busy going over every recipe for every component of your dish—the best white wine Nat had at the bar for poaching your scallops, specialty creamery butter for your shiitake mushrooms, grilled asparagus with balsamic glaze. You’re dreaming about garnishes when you walk in—crispy tarragon leaves? Lemon oil?—and you don’t hear your name. Not till a familiar hand grasps your shoulder in warning. 

 “Hey.” Scott’s voice finally breaks through to you. “Welcome back to earth.” 

 “Sorry,” you reply sheepishly. “I was… somewhere else.” In your mind, you were already in the kitchen, apron on and knife in hand. “Something wrong?” 

 Scott raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re kidding, right?” He deadpans. As if on cue, a ringing shout echoes from beyond the swinging doors into the kitchen, and you wince. “He’s been going off all morning.” You’re not stupid enough to believe it’s coincidence that Chef Asshole’s latest tantrum is coming on the heels of your success. 

 Has anyone told him how transparent he is? You think sourly to yourself, unable to keep the scowl from your own features. “Let me guess. He saw the menu?” You ask, wincing as a loud crash followed by a stream of curses echoes from the kitchen.  Hopefully that was something falling and not the sound of a pot hitting the wall. 

 “Ding ding ding.” Hope says dryly over Scott’s shoulder. “You want some cover?” She asks, nodding at the swinging doors. “I can distract him.” You laugh in spite of your anxiousness. It’s not a secret mission—it’s just your menu. 

 “No thanks. I’m a big girl, I can handle it by myself.” Hope smiles at your confidence, though you can tell when you glance up at her eyes that she doesn’t believe it. That makes two of us.

 The kitchen is already in full swing by the time you walk in, and you spy Peter scrubbing what looks like orange teletubby vomit off of the floor. You grimace at him apologetically. “Jeez.” He shrugs. 

 “Can’t catch everything you drop,” he says nonchalantly. You make your way to the line cautiously, and though you get the eye from a few people, no one says anything as you set up shop. Bucky is notoriously absent, and you wonder if he’s back in the office, seething at Steve for daring to allow you to ascend in his kitchen. You carve out a little space for yourself across from the french cooking suite, laying your knives across the long cutting board. 

 I guess I better get started.

 So you do. You head to the walk-in and begin gathering your ingredients. The baking sheet is half full when the door slams open behind you. You force your body to remain still and calm, even as tension fills the air. 

 “Going behind my back is a real bad way to get off my shit-list, kid.” Bucky growls from behind you, and you peer over your shoulder at him with a raised brow. 

 “Good thing that’s not my goal then.” You snap. “I didn’t go behind your back for anything, I was offered something, and I said yes. If you don’t like it, take it up with your boss.” 

 Bucky scoffs. “Steve’s not my boss.” He watches you pull produce and place it on your tray, you can feel his eyes heavy against your back. “Hope you’re not fucking him too.” This time, you reel as though you’ve been slapped. You round on him, murder on your mind and in your gaze. 

 “Maybe that’s how you got to be here, considering working with you is like walking a fucking minefield, but I, shockingly, have made it this far on my ability to outlast childish little dicks like you.” You throw the bundle of fresh tarragon in your hand a little too forcefully to the tray. You bruised the leaves probably, but you’re too angry to think about that now. 

 “This little dick had you drooling and crying in here last week, don’t forget, kid.” He sneers nastily, and regret makes your chest hurt. 

 “Don’t pretend you weren’t panting after me the minute I walked in. Matter of fact, the minute we met at the market.” You fire back. “And it burns you up, doesn’t it?” You stepped closer, your voice a smug imitation of innocence. “It kills you that even with all of your bullshit I’m just as good.” He scowls, but you keep going. “That I know my worth.” You laugh. “Maybe it wasn’t me that needed it so bad, was it, huh? Chef?” 

 You sweep past him as he stews in enraged silence, and unlike the last time you left the walk-in after an encounter with Bucky, you feel like you’ve taken something back instead of having it taken from you. 

 The afternoon is a whirlwind of activity, and through it all, Bucky coldly regards you. You don’t ask for help with your prep, you know better—everyone has their own assignments, and though you know Bruce or Clint would gladly pitch in, you don’t dare ask. You don’t want to upset the apple cart even more than you already have. 

 You don’t regret loosing your anger on Bucky, he deserved it. You were two consenting adults, and it was wrong of him to throw it in your face like that, especially since he’d sought you out. You readied your own little entree station on the line, stacking plates near your poaching station, keeping your glaze warm in the precision cooker. 

 Bucky gathered the wait-staff in the center of the kitchen, rattling off the menu with practiced ease.

 “And the special?” Sam asked, and when you glanced up at him, his warm eyes were bright with hidden laughter. Bucky grimaced. 

 “Scallops. Asparagus. It’s simple.” 

 You rolled your eyes. “I have a tasting dish ready for you guys, if you want.” You gestured to the practice plate you’d made just minutes before. Sam was the first over, cutting into the scallop with the side of his fork. It’s poached to perfection, splitting like butter under a hot knife. He drags it through the glaze, making sure to get a tarragon leaf for his trouble. You watch anxiously as he pops it into his mouth. 

 “Oh my fucking God.” He moans, his eyes rolling shut. Sam shakes his head, still chewing as he points his fork accusingly at the plate. “That is—fuck.” 

 “I want to try,” Scott replies impatiently, sticking his own fork into the plate. “Holy shit. Holy shit, Hope you gotta—” There are more hands and utensils than you can count, suddenly everyone in the kitchen is clamoring for a bite.

 You clear your throat. “Guys.” Clint looks at you guiltily, his fork halfway up to his mouth. You raise an eyebrow, and he grins sheepishly. 

 “Point taken. Clear off, all of you.” He quickly takes the bite, and you snicker, before handing the plate off to Peter. 

 The kitchen devolves into organized chaos, shouts of orders ringing out over the sound of things boiling and frying, the sound of pots hitting the burners and knives against cutting-boards. 

 And you… your hands are flying over your station as the orders pour in, tacked to the order line just above where you’re standing. Two specials for six, one for twelve, two for eight—no asparagus, no sage. Your head is spinning, and your hands can barely keep up. 

 And you’ve never been happier. 

 It’s not exhaustion you feel, but exhilaration as your spoon drags through the dollop of thick balsamic glaze on your plate to leave a perfect swoop. You place a scallop at the end before turning to remove your next batch of asparagus from the grill. It’s maddening, chaotic—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

 This is why you were here.

 And when the last order goes out, and you begin cleaning your station, you’re surprised by the congratulations you receive, Bucky notably not among them. Steve claps you on the shoulder, probably a little harder than he means to.

 “You sold out, kid.” He nods approvingly. You can’t fight the heat that creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You’ve worked here almost two, three months now, and you still can’t bite back your giddy schoolgirl excitement. It makes it all the better when you look up to see Bucky’s sour expression.

 Eat your heart out, King Asshole.

 “Got enough for tomorrow?” 

 You nod enthusiastically. “Sure do.” 

 “Then we’ll run it again, every night until you run out.” 

 Your head is ringing. You’re staring at him dumbly, your mouth slightly open as you stammer. “Of-of course, yeah. Totally. Again.” You feel yourself pulled into a hug, and a familiar deep voice speaks amusedly into your ear. 

 “See? Knew you could do it.” 

 Sam.

 Your pulse quickens, and you push yourself away, trying to hide the embarrassed expression you know must be painted clearly across your features.   He’s so sweet, and nice, and… 

 Everything Bucky’s not. 

 He’s still hanging around when you leave, tired but satisfied. You’ve got a million pictures for your instagram, and still more to send to your mother, who’s almost as excited as you are. 

 “Hey, you. Mind if I walk with you?” You can’t believe he waited. Sam’s smile is soft and genuine, and it makes your chest clench tightly, both because he’s so charming you can barely stand it—and because for some reason every time you’re alone with him, all you can think of is Bucky. 

 “Oh, of course not.” 

 You turn to leave, but the door swings open behind you. Bucky emerges, running a hand through his short hair with what looks like frustration. 

 “Sam I—oh.” He stops abruptly, the irritated expression on his face deepening as he takes you in. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” 

 “You didn’t.” Sam replies smoothly. “Take it easy, man, I’m going to walk short-stack home.” You cringe at the nickname coming out of his mouth—it’s bad enough that Bucky calls you that, and now Sam. Bucky scoffs. 

 “Whatever. I’ll talk to you later.”  He turns on his heel and strides away, and you shake your head, huffing an irritated breath through your teeth. 

 “He’s not so bad, you know,” Sam replies, and you roll your eyes. He laughs. “Really.” 

 “I’m sure it’s different when you’re, you know, not me.” 

 It’s summer still, but the night is cool and quiet, a nice change of pace from the hot intensity of the kitchen. 

 “He’ll ease up. Bucky’s a little… territorial.” 

 “That’s one way to put it.”

 He laughs. “So… to not talk about our boss for a second,” you can feel his gaze on you, and the back of your neck prickles as the steady pace the two of you had been keeping slows down. “I was thinking. I looked at the schedule, and what do you know. I’m off Sunday, you’re off Sunday…” He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fuck, I’m bad at this.”

 “You really are, I’m actually kind of enjoying it.” 

 “Well if you don’t want free dinner—”

 “Oh no,” you laugh, “I definitely want free dinner. So. Sunday?”

 “Yeah, Sunday.”

 “Okay.” 

 Your admission brings genuine shock to his face, and then he smiles wide. “Okay then. I’ll see you Sunday, pretty girl.” His lips are soft like butter on your cheek, and he smells like musk and warm cinnamon. 

 “Sunday it is.” 

to be continued…

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Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”  -Kurt Vonnegut 

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

 He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder. 

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin. 

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register. 

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight. 

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation. 

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent.  “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction. 

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea. 

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return. 

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!” 

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid. 

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you. 

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent. 

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought. 

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours. 

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house. 

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove. 

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle. 

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it. 

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart. 

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it. 

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already. 

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you. 

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans. 

“What time is it?” Henry groans. 

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged. 

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting. 

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath. 

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight. 

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex. 

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation. 

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy. 

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper. 

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever. 

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea. 

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly. 

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips. 

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable. 

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass. 

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. 

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan. 

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming. 

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near. 

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do. 

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes. 

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten. 

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles. 

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy. 

“How would you rate the experience?” 

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish. 

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression. 

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin. 

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care. 

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed. 

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else. 

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all. 

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使” 

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement. 

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph. 

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have  recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand. 

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. 

A frown makes its way onto his face. 

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article. 

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside. 

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were. 

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this. 

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[tiramisiyu]

Hi Tira! Is it alright if you summarize what happened in both parts of XY’s personal story?

absolutely! (there is no better mental break from studying hell than sweet xia yan content)

Part 1

MC heads over to XY's place and grabs breakfast for the two of them - buns and soymilk that XY used to like from a place near their old home

when she heads to his place, he's not there though

then he shows up outside, carrying breakfast that he bought for the two of them too (they're adorable) (he got a light salad thing and fruit/veggie juice)

anyways while eating XY munches the buns super fast while MC takes her time, XY is like 😔 I don't wanna eat my healthy breakfast now

MC asks why he went for salad; XY says that it's because their meals were set back when he was at the capital because they were training every day and they were healthy + portable

MC tries to wipe off XY's face but then they get all blushy about it so MC lets him do it himself

XY goes off to wash the dishes while MC cleans up his kinda messy room (insert chibi RPG aspect where we look at different parts of his room. Important thing is her noting a notebook that says "10 things that a couple must do: Eat breakfast together, go supermarket shopping together, make food together...". Also a message on XY's phone about a repair project)

MC goes to see how XY's doing with the dishes, followed by cup-sharing scene that MC gets embarrassed over but XY is clueless about

They head off to MC's workplace - hella cute scene that i'll translate in detail bc why not

The whole way here, Xia Yan held tight to my hand and took me to the front desk of the law firm. This was the first time that I felt like the route to work was so short.

MC: Here so fast already...

XY: Head on in, don't be late. I'll pick you up after work.

MC: Mhmm...

XY: Hold on, have you forgotten something?

MC: What?

Xia Yan pointed at his cheek, and I curiously got closer. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at his face, where there was a bright smile. I looked all over but didn't see anything.

MC: Looks pretty clean - what are you trying to show me?

XY: Uh...

Xia Yan sighed exaggeratedly, shook his head exasperatedly, and pointed at his cheek.

XY: A goodbye kiss.

anyways when MC goes in for it, XY backs up like "oh uh I was just kidding! just a hug is fine"

MC heads in and hears ppl talking about their love troubles. A colleague tells her that everyone saw XY (man I hope Zuo Ran did not see bc that would be so awkward)

Midway through the day, XY calls in and asks about making dinner later together; after the call MC realizes that it's another thing in that notebook

after work they head to the supermarket to buy ingredients

very good domestic fluff

they head to XY's place and make the food. Too bad the braised pork ends up burning which makes XY feel really bad :( MC cheers him up by saying that they'll definitely get it next time

MC gives XY a cheek kiss to make up for the morning

Part 2

MC's been working nonstop for the past while and hasn't really been able to see XY

MC begins pulling an all nighter when XY calls in, advising her to take a break; MC ends up hanging up on him out of stress

MC works until it's all done, takes a long sleep, wakes up to see her phone full of notifs from XY yesterday, and feels bad for what she did

MC heads off to XY's place to apologize (meanwhile buying a bunch of snacks)

Then it turns out that XY went to MC's place so he rushes over back to his place

MC apologizes to XY; XY says it's alright, she was under a ton of stress, and anyways it's normal to show emotional flaws the closer you are with someone

they head off to eat snacks and talk about the repair project on a tape recorder that XY was working on

the client of the tape recorder calls in and asks XY to send it off to a specific place when he's done, which XY finds strange bc the client always came to XY's shop himself

they head off to a secondhand shop with a part that XY needs for the repair project; on the way, they see Ji Xiaoyu (Ch.4 personal) who looks a lot better - she's gotten back her parents' home that was defrauded away and is planning to go back to school

At the secondhand shop, the owner confirms that he has the part that XY needs

also look at how happy XY is when introducing MC as his girlfriend

in the secondhand shop, MC notices a sword and mirror (!!! Looming Nightmare!!) and considers buying it

they head back to XY's place

MC promises that what happened before won't happen again; XY says that it's alright even if it does, because as long as their feelings don't change, then some disagreements are fine

anyways XY suggests taking a selfie (is there a group version of this word lmao) since they haven't had one since getting together, or even after the 8 years in general, insert this cg

[kpop-zone]

Red Velvet reaction to their s/o being insecure because of their weight

TW: unhealthy dieting

Irene

“Didn’t you like my stew?”

Confused, Joohyun looked at the container in the fridge that wasn’t even half empty. She had cooked you stew yesterday evening so that you had something to eat for lunch today, but for some reason, you had barely touched it.

“No, I did! It was just a lot, so I couldn’t eat it all because I’m on a diet.”

You replied hastily, causing Joohyun to frown.

“You are?”

She asked, surprised to hear that you were on a diet.

“Um...yeah.”

You chuckled sheepishly and Joohyun eyed you suspiciously.

“Why?”

You looked perfectly fine to her and she knew that you loved food, so it didn’t make sense to her that you would voluntarily starve yourself.

“Well... I mean I’m quite chubby and... you know how people are...”

You admitted hesitantly and Joohyun stared at you in disbelief. Your words had hit her like a slap, and she could immediately feel anger starting to seethe inside of her.

“People? Did someone say something to you? Was someone rude?

Joohyun tried to sound calm, but she could tell by the way that you wriggled about on your chair that she hadn’t been able to hide her anger.

“No, no one said anything. But they don’t really need to. It’s obvious what everyone is thinking.”

You mumbled while letting your head hang and Joohyun was quick to leap to her feet to rush to your side. She crouched down in front of you and gently cupped your face with her hand to make you look at her.

“Let them think whatever they want. They are so far beneath you. Vicious people like that have no right to judge anyone because they are the ugly ones. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She stated with a serious face, trying to make you feel the sincerity of her words.

“Of course.”

You nodded in agreement while smiling, but Joohyun wasn’t so sure whether you really meant it. She knew that her words couldn’t have been able to make all your insecurities disappear for good. But she still hoped that it had been a start. From now on, she would try her hardest to build up your confidence. No one should ever be able to break it down again.

Seulgi

Pensively, Seulgi eyed you from the bed as you got ready for your monthly date night. You were already trying on your third outfit and she dated you long enough to know what that meant. You were not simply unsatisfied with the way that the fabric felt or how the shirt and the pants looked together. No, the outfits had been completely fine. You just hated how they looked on you. It pained Seulgi to see you like this. Especially because it wasn’t a onetime occurrence. Ever since she knew you, you struggled with loving yourself. Some days, you were completely fine. But on other days -like today- you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror. And till this day, Seulgi didn’t know how to help you. She wished that she could just say or do something incredibly wise and take away all your insecurities, but she just didn’t know how. All that she could think of doing was to praise you and to tell you how much she loved you every day. Therefore, she leaped off the bed and silently sneaked up on you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous today.”

She whispered into your ear after wrapping her arms around your waist, causing you to giggle.

“I’m not even ready yet.”

You replied shyly and Seulgi squeezed you tighter while peppering your neck with kisses.

“And? You could wear a trash bag and you’d still be the most stunning person in the restaurant later!”

She grinned cheekily, causing you to shove her lightly as you laughed.

“Liar! How could I be the most stunning person when you will be next to me.”

You smiled, but Seulgi didn’t allow you to take the focus off you.

“Me? Please, if I show up next to you looking like that, no one is even going to notice that I’m there.”

She pointed at her own outfit before checking you out shamelessly and you started blushing.

“You are such a sweet talker.”

You groaned while pushing her away in order to finish getting ready, but the smile on your lips betrayed your feigned annoyance. Your mood seemed to be a lot better now, causing Seulgi to grin proudly. Maybe she hadn’t found a way yet how to prevent you from feeling sad in the first place, but at least she was a professional in making you happy again.

Wendy

“Oh my god, Y/N. This was made for you!! You have to try it on!”

Excitedly, Seungwan pulled out a shirt from the clothing rack and held it in front of you. The color accentuated your eyes like it was meant just for you and she was sure that the soft fabric would hug your body perfectly.

“I can’t wear that.”

You mumbled shyly in reply while a light pink color started to decorate your cheeks.

“What?! Why not?”

Seungwan asked appalled before tightening her grasp on the shirt when you tried to hang it back on the rack.

“Because...because it’s way too tight. You’d be able to see every curve on my body.”

Forcefully, you ripped the hanger out of her hands to store it away and Seungwan stared at you in disbelief for a second before instantly fishing out the shirt again.

“That’s the point, Y/N! Your body is freaking hot! I want to see it! Please try it on. For me.”

She pouted while batting her eyes and your gaze darted back and forth between the shirt and her face as conflict reflected in your face. Eventually, you huffed in defeat and took the shirt out of her hands.

“Fine! I will try it on, but we won’t buy it.”

You eyed her suspiciously and Seungwan instantly nodded in agreement although she was crossing her fingers behind her back. Together you made your way to the fitting room where Seungwan sat down in front of your booth. Patiently, she waited for you to change while thinking about your words from earlier. Did you really think that certain clothes were off-limits for you? Weren’t you feeling comfortable in your own body? By the time you were stepping out of the fitting room, Seungwan was deep engrossed in thought and only noticed you once you cleared your throat. Nervously, you were standing there, trying to hide your upper body with your arms, causing Seungwan’s heart to crack a little. She couldn’t allow you to feel uncomfortable. Therefore, she quickly leaped to her feet and walked up to you while scanning your body as if she had never seen you before.

“Damn, baby. I hope you know CPR because you are taking my breath away!”

She cooed and you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“I mean, there must be something wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off you.”

Seungwan continued to praise you while removing your hands from your face in order to look at you. A bright blush was glowing on your cheeks now, but you were smiling sheepishly.

“Is that so?”

You giggled while starting to show off the shirt a bit and Seungwan cheered loudly for you, causing you to double up with laughter. Seeing you like this made her heart flutter and she looked at you fondly before pressing a kiss on your lips without checking whether anyone was around. Why couldn’t you see yourself the way that she saw you?

Joy

“Should we order the spicy braised pork?”

Sooyoung asked while scanning the online menu of your go-to restaurant with a grumbling stomach.

“You can order whatever you want. I’m not hungry.”

You answered brusquely, causing Sooyoung to look at you over the edge of her phone. She narrowed her eyes as she thought back on the past weeks. This wasn’t the first time that you claimed not to be hungry and she was starting to grow suspicious.

“Did you already eat?”

Sooyoung probed and you shortly met her eyes before looking everywhere in the room but her.

“No...I’m just not hungry.”

You mumbled, confirming the suspicion that had started to develop in Sooyoung’s gut over the past weeks.

“Are you trying to lose weight? I’ve noticed that you’ve been skipping meals lately.”

She confronted you bluntly and you started to fidget with your fingers.

“Yeah...sort of.”

You replied hesitantly, causing Sooyoung to sigh. She had been through enough forced diets herself to know how you were feeling but also how wrong it was to skip meals. Therefore, she put away her phone and straightened up in order to reach for your hand.

“Babe...why are you torturing yourself like that? It’s not healthy to skip meals.”

She asked softly while intertwining your fingers.

“I don’t know...I’ve just been feeling a little insecure lately.”

You sighed and Sooyoung felt how a lump began to form in her throat. All that she wanted was for you to feel happy. She didn’t want you to have to fight those demons.

“But why? You’re perfect. You don’t need to be insecure. Can’t you see that?”

She tried to sound cheerful, but the trembling in her voice betrayed her. You looked at her in shock and Sooyoung was quick to smile at you. She couldn’t worry you right now. She had to be strong for you.

“Don’t torture yourself, Y/N. If you want to, I can talk with my personal trainer and we can create a workout and diet plan for you. But I don’t want you to lose weight for me or anyone else. You shouldn’t diet because you have the feeling that you have to. Because you don’t. You are gorgeous. If you truly want to lose weight though, you should do it in a healthy way. Don’t skip meals, ok?”

She stated calmly, hoping that she was making sense even though the thoughts were racing in her head right now.

“Ok.”

You agreed while smiling lightly and Sooyoung exhaled shakily before pulling you into her arms. She hoped that she could be the support for you that she had needed in the past as well.

Yeri

“Y/N, do you want to die of a heat stroke? Your clothes are way too warm!”

Yeri laughed at you when she saw you approaching her dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans. The two of you had agreed to meet at a bike rental in order to make use of the beautiful summer weather by having a relaxing bike ride. But as soon as Yeri had spotted you, she wondered whether your plan was feasible. She was sure that you wouldn’t last a minute in this sudatory heat, but you didn’t seem to share her concerns.

“I’m good.”

You simply shrugged and Yeri looked at you in confusion. Everyone was wearing light clothing and she didn’t understand why you would dress so inadequately. Hadn’t you checked the weather before going outside or were you simply playing a prank on her? Either way she figured that you had to lose some layers, so she playfully walked up to you and lifted your shirt a bit.

“Are you wearing something underneath?”

Yeri giggled, but to her surprise, you instantly swatted her hands away, causing her to look at you dumbfounded. Bashfully, you avoided her gaze and tugged on the hem of your shirt.

“I’m sorry...I just don’t really like to flaunt my body. Not everyone has a perfect one like you.”

You mumbled and Yeri’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

She blurted out in utter disbelief, having had no idea about your insecurities. You were perfect in every way to her. Plus, you had always been the one telling her to think positively about her body. It just didn’t make sense to her why you would ever think badly about yourself.

“That you have a perfect body? Yeah, I’m absolutely serious about that.”

You joked in order to lift the mood before taking her hand and pulling her to the bike rental. You kept talking about random things, probably hoping that Yeri would forget about the incident, but she couldn’t. More than anyone else, she knew how it felt to be insecure about your own body and it killed her to know that you were suffering like that. The rest of the day, Yeri couldn’t stop thinking about how you had to feel and what a bad girlfriend she had been for not noticing earlier. From now on, she wanted to be better. She wanted to help you in some way, even though she knew that she couldn’t really do anything to make you be more confident. The only thing that she could do was to be supportive of you and create an environment in which you could feel comfortable, hoping that you would eventually learn to love yourself like she loved you. She was determined to do everything in her power to help you, even if it wasn’t much.

[thiswasinevitableid]

71. you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account

Sternclay, NSFW, please!

Here you go! Let's end this round of meet uglies with a bang

The post-holiday slump is always the worst; everyone maxed out their credit cards last month and doesn’t want to buy anything, and the tourists won’t be back until the spring. It’s not that he’s concerned about keeping the lights on; Bookworms is popular and has a prime spot downton. It’s that he’s bored out of his mind.

All his orders for the day are in, everything’s been received and shelved, and he’s running out of things to tidy. If he’s lucky, the clouds that have been threatening a snowstorm since this morning will burst and drive some people to shelter among the stacks.

Dingdong

Thank the lord.

“Welcome to Bookworms, can I help you?”

The man stays by the door, peering through the glass onto the street while pulling off his beanie, “Huh? Oh, uh, nope, just coming in to, uh, get out of the cold.” He turns, and two realizations slap Joseph in the face.

One: this is the hottest man he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Two: He’s seen this man dozens of times, just never in person.

Barclay Cobb is a Food Network darling who got his start on Youtube, sharing recipes from vintage cookbooks he found at garage sales. That’s not why he’s starstruck, but it is probably why the taller man is hiding in the craft books alcove and keeps nervously looking his way.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here, Mr. Cobb.”

“Phew” the man sighs, unzips his jacket, “thanks man. Thought I’d be bundled up enough that no one would spot me while I was out, but I didn’t get my hat on in time coming out of the Chinese place down the block.”

“I love that spot, they have the best beer-braised duck.”

“Yeah, I always stop by when I’m in town, they’re food is worth getting photographed for.”

It’s odd, everything he’s read suggests chef Cobb is friendly and warm when approached by fans in public.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate that people like my shows but, I, uh, sometimes I just want to eat or walk down the street without someone taking pictures of me.”

“Do you want to head into the back sections? There’s no windows in that half of the store.”

“Sweet, thanks. Uh, would it be cool if I autographed any books of mine you have? I like doing that, means I can send a little business towards smaller stores.”

“Of course. Here, the cookbooks are on this wall.” He slips into his office to grab a sharpie while Barclay pulls a stack of books and sits down on the floor. As the scratching of the pen fills the air, Joseph takes a trip to the paranormal and occult section, coming back with three copies of The Case for Bigfoot.”

“Y’know, not everyone stocks these.” Barclay smiles as he adds the paperbacks to the pile.

“Which is terrible business; you’re just as famous in the cryptozoology community as you are in the foodie one. This is the best book on bigfoot ever written, and I should know; I run a, um, a blog where I review books on paranormal topics.”

“You a true believer?” The cook blows on his signature in the copy of Desserts for All Seasons

“More an optimistic skeptic; your book is perfect because you make your case using actual evidence instead of reporting the same ten, poorly verified stories that everyone includes in their books. And I appreciated that you included recipes from the places you visited; that was a very nice touch.”

“Funny story about that” Barclay freezes as the front door opens. There’s definitely more than one person coming in, and when Joseph pokes his head around the corner he sees fifteen people, all with cameras or phones.

“Shit. You might want to hide in my office for a few minutes.”

By the time the crowd reaches him, Joseph is almost done re-shelving the signed books.

“Good afternoon, let me know if you need help finding anything.”

“Uh, yeah, we do, someone saw Barclay Cobb in your store-”

“Strange, we’ve only had one customer” he winces as someone’s shoulder knocks a hardcover off its display, “I didn’t get a good look at them before they went downstairs.” He tips his head at the staircase to the YA and Graphic Novel sections and is promptly knocked into the shelf as the throng hurries away.

“Come on, I can get you out through the back door” Joseph whispers to the Red Dust on his Soul poster on his office door. Barclay is remarkably quiet for a man his size as they sneak across the floor and let frigid, January air rush into the store.

“Thanks man” Barclay whispers, “I owe you one.” He sets a big hand on Joseph’s shoulder, squeezes it with a wink, then pulls on his hat and disappears into a crowd coming off at the bus stop.

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Joseph always comes in through the back, flipping on lights as he goes, so the sea of bodies pressed to the front windows like a zombie horde surprises him. He knows Barclay tweeted about the signed copies, but this seems like excessive excitement even for a celebrity chef.

“Morning, Joseph--whoa, what the heck?” Aubrey clocks in without taking her eyes off the crowd, “why is everyone here this early.”

“Fan culture. I think.” The registers finish waking up, “I’ll pay holiday rates if you open that door for me.”

Aubrey gives a thumbs up, unlocks the double doors, and is swallowed up so quickly he worries she might have been trampled until she emerges near the greeting cards. Some people swarm the cookbooks, but an alarming number cluster around the counter, all shouting for his attention.

“How long have you been seeing Chef Cobb?”

“What?, I, I’m not-”

“Does he often visit your store?”

“No! He just came by yesterday!” There’s a horrible clatter of all the books on display near the door taking each other out like dominoes.

“Do you fuck in the backroom all the time?”

“Oh come on” He pushes past the man who asked that, deals with shouting all the way to his office and slams the door. A quick Google search for “Barclay Cobb” brings up a blurry photo of them in the alley, Barclays hand on his shoulder, and multiple headlines speculating on why the reclusive chef and author has chosen a nobody bookstore employee (he’s the owner, damn it) as his lover.

Okay, there’s a logical, easy fix to this.

He opens the door enough to speak, whistles so everyone will be quiet and listen to him, “I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding. Mr. Cobb isn’t in any kind of relationship with me; he just came into the store yesterday for some peace and quiet. So, if you’re looking for information about him, this is not the place for it. If you’re looking for the signed books, the cookbooks are there, and the paranormal section is just around that corner.” He gives his best customer service smile as the paparazzi exchange perplexed glances.

“...Is it true he bought you this store?”

“Wh--no! We rent this space.”

“From him?”

“Arggh!” He closes the door, slumps against it and cards his fingers through his hair. As he contemplates closing for the day, he spots a little, copper card on his desk. It’s Barclay’s, which is what he expected, but when he flips it over there’s a message scribbled in pen.

Main St Hotel, room 503, here until Monday.

He pulls out his phone, tells Aubrey she’s allowed to get the crowd out by any means necessary except for fire, and elbows his way out into the winter air.

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Barclay almost purrs when he peers through the peephole in the hotel door; Joseph, as his nametag read, is standing on the carpet, looking twice as handsome as he did yesterday. His cheeks are even a little pink, and Barclay has some thoughts on how to make that blush deepen.

“Hey, glad you found-”

Joseph holds up his phone, screen in Barclays face, “please fix this.”

“Oh fuck.” He ushers him in, “I’m so sorry, I thought they’d stopped doing this shit.”

“No, and they’re fucking up my inventory as a result.”

“On it, lemme text my assistant, she’s good at drafting these kind of messages.”

“Thank the lord. Right, thank you for that, I’ll go now.”

“Wait” Barclay reminds his instincts that blocking the door is rude, “do you wanna stay a few minutes? You look kinda stressed.”

“Because my store is being overrun!” Joseph snaps, then takes a deep breath and straightens his sleeves, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for, this morning has just been a mess. And it, um, it’s a little bittersweet to have people thinking I could land a hot chef when I can’t get past a first date with most people. Um, sorry. Too much information. That’s a bad habit of mine.”

Barclay tucks his hands into his pants pockets, “About that. Y’know how I left my card?”

Blue eyes blink, then brighten, “I thought that might be the reason but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.”

“Nope. A guy who's hot, nerdy, and competent enough to sneak me away from the paparazzi? Sign me the fuck up.”

“I’m not opposed to a, um, tryst, but I really, really need to get back to the store, I can’t abandon Aubrey to deal with this mess on her own, that’s not fair, and now we’ll have to reorder things too....” He laughs, a tense sound, “good lord, I get a chance to fuck a celebrity crush and I’m turning it down for work.”

“Hey” Barclay sets his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, “it’s okay. You’re not the first guy to be married to his job. But, uh, out of curiosity, you got any vacation days to spare?”

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“This is all yours?” Joseph takes in the sprawling farm as Barclay unlocks the front door of a charmingly rustic house.

“Yep, all the way to the creek and all the way to the road. Might surprise you, but I like my privacy.”

“I’d never have guessed.” He replies with faux shock.

“Smartass.” Barclay kisses his cheek, holds the door open with his shoulder so Joseph can pull his bags inside. He packed as light and efficiently as he could for two weeks away (he’d initially planned on one until Aubrey and Moira ganged up on him and told him he hadn’t taken a real vacation in years so he was taking one now, damn it) but his suitcase is still heavy as he rolls it to the stairs.

“I got that.” Barclay shoulders his own travel bag and hoists Joseph’s in the other hand, carrying them to the second floor like they’re nothing more than pillows.

The week the chef was in Madison, Joseph went to his hotel almost every night. Fell asleep in his bed more than once, when discussions of fusion cuisine or the Fresno Nightcrawler turned into frantic, heated kisses under the covers. It’s only when the cook drops all luggage into the master bedroom that the truth of why he’s on this trip sets in.

“You really invited me all the way here because you think I’m hot.”

“Yeah but no.” Barclay drapes his arms over his shoulders, lips still a little chilly as he kisses them, “brought you here because you’re smart” another kiss, this one on his jaw, “and funny” another, on his nose, “and you’re the biggest bigfoot fan I know.”

“You wrote a book on it!”

“Point stands. And yeah” he pushes Joseph back so he lands on the bed, crawling atop him as he growls, “I invited you here because you’re so hot I wanna pour sugar on you and see if it melts. Now get your pants off; I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick since we left the city.”

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“How did the whole bigfoot thing start?” Joseph sips his Irish Coffee as Barclay puts his feet into his lap.

“Guess the same way any famous person ends up with two gigs; I was doing the thing I love, then was dicking around on cryptid hunter forums and found out I was also hella good at researching bigfoot. By the time I got really into it, I had enough cash that I could write my book without worrying about going broke. Helps that I’d handed off The Arch and The Lodge and was just the exec chef on them, since then I could travel if I needed to.”

Joseph nods, moves one hand down to rub Barclays foot; in spite of no longer working the kitchens of his five restaurants or having to test recipes for the books right now, he spent most of today on his feet making elaborate meals for two. Joseph teases him that he’s trying to stuff him to the point he can’t leave. Barclay always chuckles and says he doesn’t know how right he is. The last two days, Joseph then wraps his arms around his boyfriend and tells him he’d stay forever if he could.

He’s never thought of himself as romantic; he’s pragmatic, knows that relationships are things built out of time, trial, and error. But god help him, he’s fallen for Barclay like they’re rom-com leads with only ninety minutes to reach their happy ending.

They’re out near the creek--really more of a small river--the next morning, talking about books and speculating on the existence of life on other planets, when a storm sweeps through the trees. As trunks groan and roots pull loose from the snow, Barclay calls, “we better head back.”

He gives a thumbs up. Then the ice under him cracks.

He doesn’t correct course quickly enough, the rest dropping from under him and dunking him in freezing water. It’s deep, too deep to stand, but he’s a decent swimmer and kicks towards the surface. When the shadow covers the opening with a boom, panic threatens to push the rest of his precious breath away.

The tree that fell across the ice is heavy, and no matter how he pushes it won’t give. He bangs on the ice on either side, trying to get it to crack, but his lungs scream and his limbs alert him that the cold will soon shut them down.

He closes his eyes, trying to think, not ready to give up, not with Barclay so close. There’s a groan of wood and frozen water. His mouth opens without permission, desperate for air, and chokes him on frost instead.

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“...be dead, please don’t be dead, please please please don’t be fucking dead.”

“Nnff.” That’s not what he meant to say, but it seems to calm the voice above him.

“Thank fuck. I’m so sorry, I got to you as fast as I could, do, do you need anything?” Barclay sounds exhausted.

“Cold.” He mutters.

“I’m trying to warm you up gradually, that’s what the first aid book said but, uh, here.” Warm, fuzzy arms draw him into a hug.

Wait.

The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open are arms covered in reddish-brown fur. When Barclay rubs their cheeks together, it tickles more than his beard usually does.

“Barclay? What the hell is going on?”

“Uh. So.” He’s rolled with ease to face a creature he’s never seen and eyes that he’d know anywhere, “I’m bigfoot. Or, uh, a bigfoot. Maybe that’s kinda obvious now.”

His brain crackles to life, “What better way to stay undiscovered than get famous by giving people the wrong information about you.”

“Some of it’s true. Just not anything people could use to actually find me.”

“Smart, big guy” Joseph pets his face.

“You’re taking this pretty well.”

“I think my system is too shocked to experience more shock.” He shudders, “relatedly, how’d I get out of the river?”

“I lifted the tree off and pulled you free. Took my disguise off to do that and, uh, the fucking thing fell into the water when I got you. So I’m gonna be stuck like this until a friend of mine can get me a new one.”

“No complaints here. You look incredible.” He runs his hands up and down Barclay’s side and chest, warmth seeping into his fingers as he does, “But I’m a little surprised you were willing to risk someone seeing you or me blabbing to someone and trashing your whole life in the process.”

A low rumble as Barclay kisses his forehead, “It’s worth it. I, this is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time, and there was no way I was gonna lose you.”

“Oh.” Affection and surprise well up in his throat, pressing down his words so all he can do is nestle closer to the cryptid and let himself be loved.

His mind rebounds quickly from his misadventure. His body would like him to remember it for a while so he doesn’t put it in such jeopardy again any time soon. Instead of helping Barclay with cooking and chores, he lays under the covers while the storm rattles the roof and the cook clangs pots on the lower floor.

Barclay, attentive to a fault, is downright doting now that he’s stuck in bed. He’s never without a hot drink or something to read, and the cryptid is happy to answer the majority of his questions about the finer points of being bigfoot. When it’s bedtime, his boyfriend pulls him atop his massive frame and cuddles him, whispering over and over that he’s glad he’s okay, until they fall asleep.

Today followed much the same pattern, though when dinner time rolls around he gets a fantastic surprise.

“Chocolate fondue?” He peers hopefully at the bed tray in Barclays hands.

“Only the best for you, babe.” The cook sets the burnished wood down on the bedside table, “we lucked out, the berries I bought last week are ripe.”

Joseph reaches for the fork, but Barclay beats him to it.

“You should save your energy. Since you’re, uh, still recovering.”

He shrugs, sets his hands in his lap and opens his mouth for a chocolate dipped raspberry. It doesn’t take long to spy Barclay’s ulterior motive. The cook has a whole wardrobe designed to fit his cryptid form, but it’s having trouble concealing certain things.

“You’re getting off on this.”

“I, uh, I, maybe a little” Barclay blushes under his fur.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, tilts his head at the bulge in Barclay’s pants, “You call that ‘little’?”

A rumbly whine, the fork paused halfway to Joseph’s mouth, “I can’t help it. I’ve got a thing for taking care of partners, especially ones who are all competent and put-together the rest of the time, and you look so good when you eat and, ohfuck.”

Joseph inhales sharply as chocolate hits his exposed upper chest. It’s not hot enough to burn, and he moans as the sensation seeps across his skin. Barclays eyes, wide and ravenous, keep flicking between the splatter and his face.

“Looks like you made a mess, big guy.” Joseph begins undoing the remaining buttons on his pajamas, “you should clean it up.”

“Fuck yeah.” Barclay lunges, mouth first, lapping and sucking at the marked skin as Joseph laughs. Their shirts hit the floor together as he digs his nails into auburn fur. Barclay grunts at the pressure, sits up with a grin, and drips a line of chocolate down the right side of Joseph’s ribs.

“Oops. Better fix that too.”

“Cleanliness is importantAH, ahhnn.” He squirms a bit as Barclay nuzzles his stomach before dragging his tongue up his skin. There’ve been times he mourned the fact T didn’t make him as hairy as some other guys, but right now he’s grateful for the clear canvas Barclay can mark however he pleases.

“A mess can be more fun.” The cook licks his lips, sucks a hickey above his belly button, “and by the time I’m done with you, babe, won’t be a single part of you that isn’t one.”

“Then get to it.” He shoves his pants down, lets Barclay pull them the rest of the way off and fold them. He lays back, resting his arms behind his head, and moans as the cook drizzles chocolate on each hip. Joseph feels like a gourmet dessert and, from the growls between his thighs, Barclay intends to treat him like one.

His boyfriend is always enthusiastic when sucking him off, but tonight he throws finesse out the window in favor of burying his face at the crease of each thigh in turn, licking his hips clean while clawing at his calves and sides. He lifts his head, wipes his mouth with a satisfied grin that shows the points of his teeth, and dives down again.

Joseph yelps with pleasure, the hint of fangs hitting all his buttons, lighting him up like downtown on a dark night. It’s intense, the scratch of fur on skin just different enough from the usual beard to remind him of who’s down there, and his legs try to kick closed. Barclay growls again, holding them open with ease.

“Not until I’m done with you, babe.”

He surrenders to flood of feelings from both outside and within him, Barclay’s sheer delight at his body rendering all his doubts and worries toothless and small, quieting them until all he can think about is incredible creature holding and all he can say is some variation on-

“Barclay, please, right there, lordalmighty that’s good, that’s so good big guy, please.” He squeezes his eyes shut, craving the impending orgasm more than he has words for. Barclay sucks determinedly and huffs, pleased, as Joseph's thighs tense in his hold and his climax chases away the remnants of yesterday's aches.

As his brain insists that really, body, opening our eyes isn’t that hard, there’s a metallic zip and strong legs bracketing his thighs.

“Here I thought you couldn’t look any better.” He murmurs as Barclay gleefully strokes his cock, “as soon as my brain works again, I’m coming up with so many ways to use that gorgeous thing.”

“Can’t, fuck, can't wait to hear ‘em, but I only got one for tonight; I’m gonna use it to cum alllll over that fucking perfect body, fuck, Joseph, you look so good when you’re ruined, fuck.” An impressive amount of cum spatters up his stomach, chest, and neck as Barclay howlgrowlpurrs and then sets his hands carefully on the bed.

Joseph’s whole body is sticky with chocolate, sweat, and cum, and Barclay definitely has at least two of those things mussed into his fur.

“You’re right, big guy, a mess can be fucking amazing.”

That being said, being sticky gets old quick, and soon they’re in the tub, Joseph whistling as he shampoos Barclay’s chest. The cryptid hasn’t stopped purring, and every time he looks Joseph’s way the sound deepens.

“When are you next in the city?”

The cook yawns, “Was gonna check on how the new chef de cuisine is getting on at Kepler in about two week.”

“Would you like to stay with me? It’s not fancy, but it’s close to the Ismuth, so you can get to Kepler on foot without trouble, and there are fewer crowds there this time of year. I suspect paparazzi are also less likely to track you down at some random house than at a hotel. That might make up for my lack of, um, high class amenities.”

“Good point. But I gotta be honest babe; as long as you’re there, that’s all I need to be happy.”