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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

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You stir from your brief delve into unconsciousness. You yawn as the motion of the car threatens to lull you back under. You bring your hand up to rub your eye, an unfamiliar voice giving you a start. 

“Nicky, you know I got lots of space. Besides, you owe me.” 

You sit up as your eyes flick open. You look around, it’s only you and Nick. The touchscreen in the dash shows a call in progress. You sit back and relax. Nick glances over subtly before looking back to the road. 

“I wasn’t planning on it--” 

“I know you’re in the area,” the other man insists over the speaker. 

Nick sighs, “it’s not really...” he pauses. “Give me a minute.” 

He taps the mute icon and rests his hand on the shifter. He flutters his fingers in agitation, his other hand firmly gripping the wheel. He exhales as he keeps up with the rush of the highway. 

“Last night I called in a favour. Sort of. Wasn’t expecting to pay it back so soon but...” he sucks his teeth and drags his free hand up to the wheel. “Work, you know?” 

“Right, uh, where are we? I’m sure there’s a train or bus--” 

“Nicky! Hey! Answer me!” The man on the call interjects, ignored by the other. 

“Couple hours this way or that. Longer than it will take to get to his place,” he twists his hand around the wheel. “I know you weren’t planning on this but I don’t think you’ll lose your job over it.” 

You meet his gaze in the rearview as his cheek dimples. You nod. You don’t have much going on, do you? 

“I... guess it would be fine, sir. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your job,” you say. 

He hums, “thanks, honey. You always take care of me.” He unmutes the call. “On my way.” 

Honey. He’s said it a few times. You suppose you shouldn’t think much of it. You do the same quite absent mindedly to cashiers and the like. 

“Keep me in the fucking lurch, why don’t ya--” The caller snarls. 

“See ya then.” Nick hangs up, not letting the man gripe further. 

You figure a brief detour isn’t too much. Considering he rushed all this way for your daughter, you can wait in the car while he deals with it. Those last few chapters can wait. 

“Sleep okay?” He asks. 

“Um, sure. Was I out long?” 

You shift and feel pressure on the edge of your nipple. You look down and try not to draw attention. You tug the jacket snugger and cover your chest as it threatens to spill out. 

“Bout an hour?” He shrugs. “Again, I’m sorry about this. In my line of work, you get a lot of pushy jerks.” 

“Oh, sure,” you nod and watch the traffic through the windshield. “The CIA, right?” 

“Yep,” he replies casually. “Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it seems.” 

“Bloody,” you say. 

He tilts his head, “sometimes.” 

You’re quiet as you think. It makes a lot of sense. The bruises, the private calls, the nameless guests, and last night. You wonder what would have happened to Barber if you hadn’t stopped him... 

“I’ll try to make it a quick stop,” Nick intones. “Sorry in advance for this. Hansen is... a bit of a character.” 

“I’m sure I can handle it. Messes are my specialty after all,” you kid. 

“I don’t doubt it. I just don’t think you should have to. Not this guy,” he scoffs. 

🔹

Nick shuts off the engine and lets out a sonorous breath. You lean forward to look up at the house. Some fancy second or third property one might call a chateau to sound fancy. It reminds you of a novel you never finished. It was just a bit too silly for your tastes. 

“Nice house,” you remark, sensing Nick’s reticence. 

“He knows how to spend money,” he scoffs as he undoes his seat belt. 

“You should’ve let me take the train,” you gently unbuckle your belt and ease it gently back behind the seat. “I do hate to be in the way.” 

“Not your fault. He’s a stubborn—guy,” he shakes his head. “He gives you any trouble, just ignore him. Or tell me. I know how to deal with him. Hell, give him a smack if you feel like it.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll make myself sparse,” you assure as you slip your feet into the heels, a twinge pinching in your arch. 

He makes a face and pulls the handle on his door. He pushes it out and climbs off the seat. You open your door and stifle a groan as your hip pangs. As nice as the car is, sitting for so long always settles right in that spot. 

You shut the door and the jacket hangs precariously from your shoulders. You look down and adjust your chest, trying to hide your cleavage under the deep vee as best you can. You lift your chin and tug the lapels together. You wince as you find Nick watching you. 

“Sorry, I’m not meaning to drag my feet,” you say. 

He shrugs. “We’ll just get this over with.” 

He comes around the hood and you meet him there. You walk in tandem up the steps, long slabs of stone arranged between a trickling grotto and trimmed hedges. You can’t help but try to tally up the expense of the decor, let alone the property tax on it all. 

The door opens before you can reach it. A man struts through and booms, “Nicky! ‘Bout time.” 

He charges toward your boss with arms open. Nick catches his hands and keeps him at bay with a growl. “Hansen.” 

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Nicky,” the man snickers. 

“I’m here. Now what do you want?” Nick retorts. 

The man keeps laughing and rips his hands free. He glances over at you and his blue eyes flash. He sports shaved sides and longer strands combed back on top. His lip is dressed with a thick line of bristly fur to match the chest hair peeking out from under his satin shirt, only a few buttons to hold it closed. He’s not the sort you would associate with your boss. Nick has his moments but maintains a certain standard. 

“And who is this busty babe?” He approaches in a saunter. “Name’s Lloyd but you can call me ‘daddy’." 

“Hansen,” Nick grabs his upper arm before he can get to you. “Reel it in.” 

“Huh? Oh come on. You bring this--” 

“You better choose your next words wisely,” Nick shoves him back. 

“Holy balls,” the man, Lloyd, staggers back and catches his balance. “Fine, fine. I didn’t know you were with someone.” 

Nick scratches behind his ear in agitation as the tension weaves through the air. 

“I’m just his maid,” you explain. “You can just ignore me. He's giving me a ride home.” 

“Huh? You make your maids dress like that?” Lloyd snorts. 

“Been a night,” Nick shakes his head, hands on his hips. “Would you focus? What the hell did I drive all the way out here for?” 

“Alright, Nicky, chill,” Lloyd reaches and rubs Nick’s chest only to be swatted away. “I got a job for you.” 

Nick glances over at you. “Confidential,” he comments. 

“Right, I’ll find her a quiet place and we can discuss. Hey, baby cakes,” Lloyd turns to you, “you like wine?” 

“Oh, I’m fine. I can stay out here and watch the birds,” you offer. 

“Look, I’m a jackass but I’m not a bad host,” he offers his arm, almost gallantly. “I’m gonna get you in that den, all settled with a glass, and then I’ll sort out this grump ass.” 

Your lips twitch. He’s so absurd it’s almost amusing. He’s not the kind of person you’d ever want to be alone with but it’s rare that you ever see anyone fluster your boss. It’s quite the feat. 

You hook your arm through Lloyd’s and let him turn you around. He leads you inside. The interior is just as elaborate as the facade. There’s a sort of wildlife theme going on. Animal prints and polished wood. 

“My shoes,” you try to stop on the mat. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it. Nicky’s not the only guy with cleaners. Mine come early so I don’t gotta deal with them.” 

Cleaners? All the way out here? You don’t know you could be paid enough for that. 

“Just in here,” he points you through a set of open french doors with some exotic animal horns as handles. Please don’t be real. “Red or white? Sparkling?” 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist. Nick sighs loudly. He’s getting impatient. You just want to sit. “If you don’t mind, I might just close my eyes until you two are done.” 

“Fine with me,” Lloyd unhooks his arm, dragging his touch down yours before he backs up. 

“Hansen,” Nick grits. 

“Oh Nicky, I’m coming,” Lloyd turns and shows his palm. “You are always so demanding. Dom energy.” 

You scrunch up your nose and Nick meets your eyes with exasperation. He’s usually more stoic. He must be as tired as you are. You offer a gentle smile then retreat. 

They head for the door as you sit on the edge of the couch, a silken blanket hangs over the back and pillows in zebra print are piled against the armrests. You lean into the corner and yawn. It’s a lost cozier than the car seat. 

🔹

“Hey,” the gentle squeeze on your shoulder brings you too.  

Your lashes flick open and you flinch as Nick looks down into your eyes. His irises are like hewn azure. You sit up with a gasp. 

“Sorry, sir, I must’ve...” you blink and look around. The large tall window panes are swathed in shades of black and blue, a speckle of lights shining through. “It’s late.” 

“Mm, well, he talks a lot,” Nick withdraws his hand from your shoulder and crosses his arms. “Look, I hate to do this to ya but I’m beat. Last night, driving all day, it wouldn’t be safe to go now.” 

“I could drive, sir,” you offer. 

“You’ve had as much sleep as me. No, don’t worry about it. Hansen, says we can have a room. Get ourselves sorted before we head off.” 

“Sure. Uh, that’s very generous of him,” you stand and grunt, rubbing your lower back as it tightens. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m great, Mr—Nick,” you catch yourself. “At my age, a few aches are nothing.” 

He stares at you. “You’re not that old.” 

You smile, “sir, you really don’t have to say that. I’m not upset. It’s a nice house.” You look around even as the heat of his gaze lingers on you. “I’ve had jobs where I’ve put up with worse.” 

“What’re you? Forty-five?” He wonders. 

You look at him and your cheeks pinch. “Anyone ever tell you not to ask a woman her age?” 

He smirks crookedly. “I know how old you are. I was trying to compliment you. Fifty-two. Not too bad.” 

You bite your tongue. He’s playing with you. Why? 

“Give it fifteen years then tell me how good it is,” you chide. 

He chuckles. “Fourteen, actually.” 

“Uh huh,” you grumble. 

There’s a lull. Long and roiling. You shift around on your heels. 

“Hungry?” He offers. “Hansen had the sense to offer us something.” 

“Now that you say it...” 

“Starving,” he says as he turns and ushers you across the room. “Better not be a protein shake or I might snap.” 

You hum in agreement. Your stomach is clenching. You walk beside him and stiffen as you feel his hand behind you, hovering along your lower back. His proximity is almost suffocating. You’re overthinking; it’s the lack of sleep and the change in routine. Surely. 

“Hansen,” he hollers as you come out into the hallway, “where’d ya go?” 

He stops and listens. The footfalls come a moment later and slap down the stairs. You look up to watch Hansen descend. You look away as soon as you see what he’s wearing; a cheetah-print speedo and slides. 

“I’m hopping in the hot tub. Food’s in the fridge. Labeled. Mabel has it all sorted,” he explains. “When you finish, you’re more than welcome to soak.” 

“I don’t think so,” Nick snips. 

“No swimsuit required,” Lloyd barters. 

“Just go.” Nick barks. 

Lloyd stomps down the last few stairs, “you know, Nicky, you always are such a gracious guest.” He continues past you, his slides slapping loudly. You shift as Nick lets out another irritated huff. 

“If I don’t eat or sleep soon, I’m going to kill him,” he mutters. 

[konnosaurus]

soooo :) a little while ago i reached 500 followers!! i'm completely and utterly astounded by this- i always have so much fun drawing and it's wonderful to me that other people actually enjoy looking at what i do!! i couldn't be in this position without all you wonderful people who have followed, reblogged, liked or even just observed my work in passing, and i most certainly couldn't have got here without the excellent friends i have made in the tidmouth sheds discord server :)

as a little celebration of this, i've decided to do a little dtiys! a very chill one, haha! i'll put the rules (and a version of this drawing without the sticker!) under the cut for you guys :)

konno's 500 follower DTIYS!

rules:

you can draw ANY canon or OC ttte character! you can draw one character or multiple, you don't have to do three like i have. the only necessary part is that whatever character(s) you pick must be a humanoid version driving a miniature engine version like in this art :) i think it's a fun concept and am really excited to see what people do with it! same with the background- anything goes! you could do a little sketchbook background like this, a full colour scene or just a solid colour if you want!

you can draw your own humanisation designs, or use some of mine if you want! if you are doing OCs, just make sure they are either your own OCs or you have asked direct permission to draw them in this.

you can use any medium you want. digital! traditional! pile of rocks in the vague shape of an engine! just have fun :) even just a little sketch on a scrap of paper or something- all is welcome! i do want all art to belong to you, though- no tracing or any AI at all.

this will run until the 1st of september 2025! after that, i will put every entry into a wheel spinner and the chosen winner will get a drawing from me- a full piece with one or two characters of their choice! the winner will be entirely random.

tag your entries with #konno500dtiys and make sure to tag me as well, so i can see everything! most importantly- MAKE SURE TO HAVE FUN :D

if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them in the replies to this post or send me a message or ask!

[the-kipsabian]

i stole this from twitter shhhh they dont need to know

[ask-alf-oddworld]

Things I would love to see in the Soulstorm sequel:

-Abe meeting Sam and it’s emotional

-Baby Abe

-Munch

-Buddy, he’s a Khanzumer so he’d be perfect in the next game (also in dear Alfs Buddy seemed to be really good friends with Alf so I’d love to see that bond)

What would you guys like to see?

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

How is everyone doing!! How are the friends & strangers in my phone doing? :)

[incorrectpnatquotes]

I’m considering making a new version of the “Why You Should Read Paranatural” PowerPoint I made a few years ago since Paranatural has changed a lot since then. SO I’m crowdsourcing for things to put in the updated PP.

What would you guys tell someone about Paranatural to make them read it?

What are your favorite things about Paranatural?

-Mod Ani

[vampiricsheep]

question for my fellow mordrem-havers:

what was it like for them under the dragon's influence? if they weren't 'born' mordrem, what was their corruption experience? how are they handling life without the dragon?

[greatdecaygreatrenewal]

hey guys just to bring some positivity into this blog, i wanna hear how yall came to know and love our beloved tomura.

[nohomobutactuallyyes]

If you are a lesbian or sapphic, I would be curious to know how you define attractiveness.

My girlfriend and I have been discussing straight v. lesbian attraction and how they differ. So I would be curious to know what others think like defines a stereotypically attractive person in the sapphic world

[desertsportshipping]

March of Redemption

So I got access to the prompts for an event that happened in February for villains, but 1) Wes isn't really a villain and 2) I am not going to get 28 drawings in the next 3 hours to squeeze them all in for the end of the month. So, because I'm a prompt hoarder (and because I've always wanted to complete a month challenge and never have), I'm gonna do those prompts for almost every day for the month of March.

This is the masterpost for that! I'll also be posting them to the tag #march of redemption, so if you want to filter that out that's totally fine.

Posts (or prompts to be filled and then linked) under the cut. Since there are 28 posts, I have 3 days of wiggle room in case something happens, so some of the dates may change.

March 1st - Ace

March 2nd - World

March 4th - Devote

March 5th - Passionate

March 6th - Fix

March 8th - Moonlight

March 9th - Vast

March 10th - Delicious

March 11th - Comfortable

March 12th - Understanding

March 13th - Hometown

March 14th - Sunshine

March 15th - Champion

March 17th - Endless

March 18th - Wardrobe

March 19th - Eternal

March 20th - Artifact

March 22nd - Big Time

March 24th - Relaxation

March 25th - Avoid

March 26th - Quirk

March 27th - Illustrate

March 28th - Companion

March 29th - Sick Day

March 30th - Walk

March 31st - Book

April 2nd - City

April 3rd - Pondering

[matchboxbed]

hello autism website does anyone else have a really hard time controlling/hearing your own tone of voice and have u found anything that helps. i accidentally hurt ppls feelings sometimes bc i can’t hear how harsh i sound when i’m overstimulated and i do not want to continue this way bc i feel like i have no control over it

[rachelblairy]

okay i need some good fc recs !

it’s for a gossip girl inspired bio roleplay where i want to suggest 2-3 fcs per bio ( around 12-16 charas, still debating who i can cut lmao )

characters will be roughly late twenties / early thirties

only acting faceclaims, as i don’t really vibe with influencer / social media fcs ( personal comfort )

strong preference for poc and diverse !

please leave any suggestions you may have under the cut if you have any !! 💕💕💕 while the lore/background is going to be based around the book characterizations, most of the main ‘cast’ will be relevant. i’ll be using margaret qualley as my ‘blair’ if that helps with a jumping off point !!

[cloud-somersault]

You know what: you guys ask me questions a lot. Let me ask one this time.

Besides the obvious, what are the differences between Wukong and Macaque's perspectives? Like, what do you notice in their way of thinking? Is their way of describing things different?

[miya-twins]

I'm so bored

pls. anyone. send me thoughts hcs or questions you have concerning the twins. I'll talk about anything. their childhood, their love lives, stupid stuff, cute stuff, angsty stuff, AUs, volleyball stuff, whatever. it can absolutely include other characters as well, if you wanna use this to talk about your fave as well

[thatsmistertoyou]

annual tradition time! tell me your wins and highlights for this year and what you’re looking forward to next year 💙

[pyropupbun]

Intro Post + About!!

Honestly I don’t really know how to start things like this so let’s just get into it lol

Basic info!

Call me Elliot, Stanley, or Pyro!

I’m an 18 year old trans genderfluid vincian

I am also objectum, I will probably post about this at some point because I’m too lazy to make a side blog, so be warned computer and pool toy kissing will be discussed

I am a furry, be prepared for that

I have autism and adhd and have never been good with socializing, so please be patient :3

DNI + who can interact where

Okay first things first, proshippers, comshippers, whatever else you guys call yourselves, go away, you make me incredibly uncomfortable

If you’re propara or radqueer you are also not welcome here

Minors DO NOT FOLLOW OR DM, other stuff like simple likes and reblogs are fine, but I don’t want to completely surround myself with kids, I’ll sometimes repost/talk about suggestive stuff so be wary, filter the ‘minors dni’ tag for more directly nsfw things(this will mainly just be joking about kinky stuff but still)(￣^￣)ゞ

Other than that it’s basic dni shit lol be a decent person, I WILL block freely, it’s my blog

What do I mean when I say I’m Pyro + other characters

I can’t really describe certain attachments I have with certain characters(Pyro for example). The best way I can describe it is identifying as a character for my own autistic joy. So it makes me really happy when people associate me/see me as a character I see myself in. Hopefully that makes sense(^^)

What this blog will entail

I can’t really tell you for certain what this account will specifically be for, but it’ll most definitely have me rambling and making things(edits, memes, headcanons, moodboards, fanfic, etc.) about my both current and long running interests. Oh, and a shit ton of reblogs, mainly of art, because artists carry every community I love y’all( ^ω^ )

Stamp + blinkie attack!!