Well sometimes if you want something written you gotta do it yourself đ¤đ¤ aka my introduction yet into another fandom- Homegrown Pet. If you havenât played or watched a letâs play (I suggest you watch ManlyBadassHeroâs gameplay), then I HIGHLY suggest to do so đ also didnât know if I wanted Hector to refer to reader as master or not, but lmk which one you prefer and reader is gender neutral!
CW: small mention of blood, minor suggestive towards the end (?) but still fluffy!
Your relationship with Hector wasâŚsomething.
From a scientific standpoint, it was symbiotic. You both benefitted from one another- your messes were easily cleaned up after another day of work, and he was able to satisfy hisâŚurges for the time being. It was beneficial for you both, and neither one of you had any complaints at the end of the day.
And it felt nice to have some sort of company with your occupation. You canât remember the last time you baked for someone- let alone for yourself.
Even if Hector was no longer the gurgling blob that once balled himself up at your feet, he still had his cravings for sweets (among other things, but you couldnât risk taking extra missions right now), and his constant need to be near you. What was once seen as curiosity became something as a routine for you both- with the exception of Hector being the tiny pet he once was. But even with his growth, it seemed as if his appetite had little change (if at all).
Mixing the white chocolate and pouring it in the mold, you contemplated why you put so much effort into making this dessert to share. It was the time for one of your scheduled dessert parties- a small time to relax and indulge in your sweet tooth without any shame. You bought plenty of sweets from the little bakery in town, but Hector still insisted that you make one from scratch. He claimed that while the bakery was as still delicious, the sweets made by your own hand tasted better.
You didnât understand and you squashed the bubbling curiosity before it could bloom to something more. You assumed it to be a creature thing and said nothing more- though you were still curious as to why you obliged his request so easily. Maybe it was the atmosphere that made you drop your guard- it was an unusual feeling.
But you didnât dwell on it as your timer went off.
âJust about.â You didnât even have to turn around to notice Hector- you felt his hulking presence peering at you for some time now.
Youâve grown accustomed to Hector speaking actual words now instead of his gurgles like before, and to him being in such a humanoid form. If anything, he could fully pass off as a human-
âIt smells delicious.â
Then you see out of the corner of your eye movement underneath his skin, as if whatever is trapped is begging for its release, and his long tongue drag out for a second from his sharp tooth grin on his neck.
You let him forgo his bandages, giving him the freedom to show his true self (or at least not to hide his extra features- youâre not really sure if this is his true final form). You donât get guests at your home, and you donât have any friends to invite over, so there was no need for them. You could see in his eyes how comfortable he was without them, despite how well he acts with them on.
âWell be patient- it has to cool.â You reprimanded, grabbing his tan hand before he could tear apart the cake like heâs done with your targets. Despite being so well mannered, he still had his slip ups when it came to sweets (and human flesh).
A rumble left his chest and he appeared to be pouting a bit, but understood. Still obedient from the day you began taking care of him, despite having the ability to tear you apart like childâs play- it was a bit fascinating.
You popped open the freezer, taking out the small mold. The white chocolate should be set by now, and you should give him something to hold him over until the cake is cooled. That was the only reason you were letting him snack- not from the pitiful look that glazed over his face.âHere.â
You held the piece in between your fingers, nearing his human mouth. You remember him saying he could taste it better using it rather his other mouth.
Hectorâs emerald eyes instantly focused on the treat, and anyone else would have been intimidated by his hungry gaze- but you knew that he wouldnât hurt you. You trust him-
A forlorn smile played at your lips- how long has it been since you could say that about anyone?
How could you find it so easy to say that about him?
The awaiting question went to the back of your mind as Hector grabbed at your wrist. For someone so strong, he handled you delicately as if you could break with just a mere touch.
Your eyes widened as Hector brought your fingers to his mouth, using his tongue to swipe the candy and lick at any flavor left on your tips.
All while his eyes bore into yours.
The sensation wasâŚsomething, and your brain started working again once your fingers didnât feel as warm anymore. Though his smile and the wetness glazing your finger tips were left as a reminder of what just happened.
You could hear him murmuring- growling to himself at how delectable that was, the shifting under his skin increasing before stilling all at once.
âThank you.â You couldnât tell whether he was trying to tease you or if he had genuinely no clue as to what he just done. But Hector was intelligent enough to converse with other humans on missions, and something told you that he knew exactly what he was doing. His smile was too carnal to not.
But you simply turned back to the oven, trying to get yourself to focus once more and not be so disheveled in front of him.
He appeared to be gazing at you so intently, as if gauging your reaction. You had things to do and party to prepare for- no time to go over how he caused such a fluttery feeling in your stomach.
But you could also use some help for last minute preparations as well- not because you didnât want him to leave.
âThe cake should be cooled completely within the next ten minutes- would you want to help icing it?â
Seeing Hector beam his sharp teeth with bliss as he bit into your cake caused you to feel satisfaction bloom into your chest- and a possible answer to one of your many questions from today.
It wasnât the same feeling of satisfaction you would get as another target was eradicated. This feltâŚdifferent.
Sharing your favorite desserts with him, seeing him genuinely smile- it brought a sense of joy that you once thought you lost forever.
But you canât help but feel grateful to know that you found it again- along with finding someone willing to be by your side.
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