#i wanted to put in the one where i clack the top hat

[ilsamaki]

Country Gentleman

♰༻⋆｡────Synopsis: Cowboy Gojo spots cowgirl y/n who he doesn't realize is as southern as she is until he see how well she can ride.

♰༻⋆｡────Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), fingering, sex

♰༻⋆｡────Words: 2.9k

♰༻⋆｡────A/N: First post!! Working on two others right now :)))

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You brushed down your skirt after pulling yourself out of the uber, opening the door and walking into the dimly lit bar in front of you. The warmth inside of the building hit you and you immediately smelt the sweat and alcohol coming off people.

You tried to push past the people in front of you, squeezing your way to the bar. The loud country music filled your ears and the quick changing in the light threw you off, trying to pull yourself a seat out at the bar. 

Sitting down, the bartender grabbed your order from you along with some of the people around you. Turning your head, you watched the people on the dance floor doing some traditional square dancing, boots clacking against the floor.

You tapped your foot on the small footrest that was bolted to the bar, humming along to the cheery music you grew up on. 

Looking down at your outfit, you felt out of place, wearing a soft denim skirt and tight black tank top. Nothing about you looked country, making you look like the biggest as you sat alone at a small country bar.

Sipping on the drink you received, your eyes grazed the people sitting at the large wrap around bar. Right across from you, you saw a gentleman sitting alone, clothed in a black button up and cowboy hat, staring right back at you.

He sipped on his drink before grinning behind the glass. You watched as he slid out of his seat and walked around the bar. Realizing he was walking your way, you looked away, acting like you never saw him, taking another sip of your drink.

Your leg anxiously bounced up and down as you felt his presence come closer to you. He pulled the empty bar stood next to you out, sitting right next to you and setting his glass down on the bartop.

“Rum and coke?” 

His question forced you to look at him, picking at the groves of your glass in your hand. “How’d you know?” You questioned back, curious on what his intentions were.

He smiled and thought for a second before speaking, “Well I wanna say I know my alcohol, but I wouldn’t wanna give off the impression that I’m some sort of serial drinker” 

You gave him a soft chuckle, recognizing his sense of humor.

“So let me guess, Captain Morgan?” He questioned again

“I’ll tell you one thing, this serial drinker impression is just getting stronger” 

The both of you chuckled before you took another sip of your drink. You still weren’t sure who he was or what his intention was, but he seemed like he was a decent person. He was attractive too, tall, white blonde hair, muscular, pretty eyes, and a really nice smile. 

“So, where are you coming from?” He took a sip of his drink, waiting for your response. You looked at you softly, like you were fragile or like he was afraid he would intimidate you.

“Oh, I’m just visiting. I go to school in Chicago and I'm off for a week” You took a deep breath and adjusted yourself in your seat, taking another sip of your drink.

“City girl, huh? I guess you’ve just found yourself quite the vacation spot” He smiled, “What’s your name, hun?”

“Y/n” 

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. Well here, if you ever want a little tour of good old Kentucky you can text me” He slid his phone over to you and offered for you to put your number in.

Doing so, you realize you never got his name, “So, what do they call you around here then?” 

“Gojo, kind of a big deal you know?” He joked, stretching his shoulders to seem nonchalant.

You laughed at his efforts in making you interested, “Big deal huh?”

“Mhm, ever been to a rodeo? ‘s where they find me, top of the charts”

You nodded at him with the slightest smile, wondering if you should tell him you're not exactly the city girl he expected you to be

“Well I’ll keep that in mind, just incase I ever need to talk to a cowboy” 

“Oh, please do” He got up from his chair before saying goodbye, heading out for the night.

Something about him was really intriguing. He was flirty but also extremely polite, didn’t pressure you to hang out with him or have a hookup, he asked for your number in a way that didn’t seem like he was forcing you to talk to him, and he wasn’t trying to get on top of you and take over your space.

For one of the first times ever, you met a man that seemed like he actually cared about who you were, not how you look.

Later that night, while pulling yourself into bed, your phone dinged, a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, hon. Offer still stands if you’re interested. If not, totally perfect.

You smiled at your phone, blushing at his interest in you. 

Y/n: Might just have to take you up on that offer, cowboy

Gojo: Sounds lovely, city girl. Maybe I’ll see you at the rodeo tomorrow???

Y/n: I suppose I could be there, teach me a thing or two about riding? 

Gojo: Horses?

You couldn’t help but be somewhat suggestive, not very many times do you run into a respectful man that's interested in you. It would be silly not to show your interest back. 

Y/n: Obviously, what else would I be riding?

Gojo: Forgive me if I’m being dirty, but sounds like you’re flirtin’ there y/n

Y/n: I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about ;)

Gojo: You’re quite the lady, you know that? I’ll see you tomorrow, city girl.

The blushing of your cheeks made your face hot, making you squeal and kick like a little girl. You were more excited to see the look on his face when he realizes you’re barrel racing in the rodeo than anything.

The day of the rodeo was stressful, you weren’t stressed about your time in the race, but more so about if you would make an embarrassment of yourself in front of Gojo. Regardless, you just did what your momma said, “get over it”.

You sat with your sister in the bleachers, watching as one of the bull riders fell off his bull and sprinted out of there quickly. Despite trying to listen to what your momma said, you couldn’t help but bounce your leg up and down in anxiety.

Your sister smacked the top of your knee, pulling you out of your little trance, “What's got your panties in a twist?”

You glanced at her before going back to bouncing your leg, “Just nervous”

“Man college has got you in a funk, huh? My ass just got flung off a horse so you definitely won't be the one ruining our families name tonight” 

Nodding, you went back to watching the bull riders, hearing the announcements call Gojos name.

So he’s a bull rider. 

The bull riders you’re used to meeting are usually full of themselves, and assume that all of the girls want them. But he was different, he wasn’t like that at all. 

You watched his run, it was impressive. You weren’t sure how you haven't heard of him yet, how his name slipped past your mind the past twenty one years. 

You got down from the bleachers and went down to the gate where the riders come out once they're done. You watched him as he celebrated with his friends, shoving each other and patting each other on the back. 

Once he noticed you, he pulled himself away from his friends, taking his hat off.

“Funny seeing you here” He smiled “How’d I do? Glad you came out here?”

“You did okay, could’ve been better” You joked, looked away from him

“Cute” Gojo muttered, “You know you look awfully country today, where’d you get that get up, city girl”

Looking down at your outfit, you brushed the fabric of your jeans, “This old thing? Just something I picked up I suppose”

Leaning against the fence next to you, he smiled, “You look really pretty”

He spoke very softly when he said that, trying to pull away from his humorous matter.

“You don’t look to bad yourself” 

“How about you come sit and watch the rest of the rodeo with me, huh?” Gojo offered

You wanted to, but you needed to race in ten minutes. Trying to think of an excuse, he must've noticed your frustration, “You don't have to darling, whatever you want is perfect how it is”

“Um, how about I come find you in like 15 or 20 minutes, I just gotta do something real quick” You muttered

He nodded at you before stating his approval, “I'll see you then, city girl” 

Right before your run, you could feel your heart pounding. You knew Gojo was watching, and you didn’t want to make yourself look like a fool.

They announced your name and started the countdown. Taking a deep breath before the gate opened. 

Your run was going perfect, your turns were great, and your speed was quicker than any of the other ladies who raced before you. Right when you were finished, you hopped off the horse and gave it a pat, thanking her for giving you such a great ride. 

Your sister and old high school friends came over and hugged you, telling you how great the run was. “Shit girl, you still got it!”

All you could do was laugh, thanking them for all of the support they were giving you. 

You took your horse over to where all of the trailers were parked, opening your parents trailer in the dark muddy lot. Your sister's horse stood there munching on food while you walked your horse in.

Hearing short claps behind you, you turned around to see Gojo slowly approaching, “City girl isn’t much of a city girl after all, huh?” 

You chuckled, finishing tying your horse up in the trailer before closing it. “I never said I was from chicago, only that I go to school there”

“Well you fooled me” Gojo chuckled, “Full of surprises then, huh?” 

“There’s more where that came from, don’t worry” 

Gojo leaned against the side of the trailer you leaned on, standing awfully close to you. 

“You’re quite the lady, you know that?” Gojo hummed softly

“You’re quite the cowboy,” You teased, poking his arm

He looked at you in silence for a moment, analyzing your face while holding a smile on his.

“Suppose I don’t gotta show you how to ride anymore then, hm?” He spoke softly, his body getting closer to yours

“I mean practice makes perfect” You winked

“I’m not being too forward now, am I?” He whispered

You shook your head, smiling at him, “Your not being forward enough”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss. His hands found your waist and pulled your body closer to his. Your lips started to move against his, softly gliding against each other while he caressed your waist with his hand.

You reached your hand up to pull off his hat, dropping it right onto the ground. He turned you so your back was pressed up against the trailer, still kissing you deeply.

Gojos lips moved to your neck, kissing it while you hummed a soft moan. “You got the keys to this thing?” He questioned

“It’s unlocked” you muttered while he kept kissing your neck.

The moment you spoke those words he moved away and swung the back door open, urging you to jump in. Hoping in after you he reached in the front and locked the doors of the truck, falling back into his seat. 

He pulled you onto his lap before he began kissing you again, massaging your hips and you kissed.

His hands found the bottom of your shirt, urging you to lift it up. Pulling the top off you, he looked down at your chest, “Fuck, you’re a gorgeous little thing aren’t you?”

Pressing kisses to your chest, you hummed in response, hands rubbing against his soft chest.

You pulled his buttoned up shirt out of his jeans and started unbuttoning the shirt, helping him pull his shirt off himself.

You traced the soft abs that laid under his skin, along with his strong biceps and muscular chest. His body was perfect, a masterpiece at that.

Biting your lip, you both quickly undid your belts, throwing them onto the floor of the truck along with your shirts.

Gojo moved sideways and put up his feet, allowing you to sit in between his legs. You leaned over him and started kissing him, soft lips pressing against his. While holding yourself up to kiss him with one hand, your other reached down in his pants to unbutton and unzip them.

Pulling away from the kiss, he glanced down at what you were doing before looking up at you, admiring the way you bit your lip just from his appearance.

You grabbed the sides of his jeans and boxers and yanked them down as he lifted his hips. 

His cock was large, the kind of large that would hit your belly button from the inside. The kind of large that would make you concerned you’ll bleed from the stretch. 

He chuckled softly at you, “Not something you’re used to?” He joked

“Eh, it could be bigger” You teased.

Right when you said the he grabbed you neck and pulled you towards him, pressing his lips right into yours again, “You ought to behave dear, or I ain’t gonna be a gentleman for much longer”

“Try me” You smirked

That really set something off with him, he was quick to flip you over to be underneath him and yank your jeans down, something that hasn’t quite happened to you in a long time.

You looked up at him with a cute smile before you reached his hand down to your pussy. His fingers found your clit before he started rubbing it in small circles, teasing your bundle of nerves. 

The rubbing motion caused you to twitch and squirm against the seats of the truck, “Such a pretty girl”

You moaned as he spoke, biting your lip again.

He slid his hand down your cunt and slowly put the tip of his middle finger in and out of your pussy, teasing you

You whined which caused him to chuckle as a reaction, “What’s wrong baby? This not enough?”

“Please,” You hummed “need more”

He smiled again before fully pressing his finger inside you, pumping it in and out before slipping in another finger.

His fingered curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot.

Leaning his face down, he spat right on your clit before pressing his lips against it and sucking on it, still curling his fingers against your g spot.

Your body tingled and you could feel like it was going to explode, his motions continuing. 

Your breathing deepened, your legs shook, and you felt as if you were just about to cum, right before Gojo pulled his mouth and hands away from your cunt.

He smiled at you as you whined and wiggled, “w-whyyy”

“You’re not gonna cum that easily now, are you?” He laughed

Rolling your eyes, he smiled at you once more as he sat down and pulled you into his lap. 

“You’re pretty damn cute, you know that?”

“If you think I’m cute than you shoulda let me finish” You argued

He rolled his eyes jokingly at your comment, taking your hand and placing it on his cock.

Your hand wrapped around it and stroked it up and down, admiring the girth of it in your hand.

He grabbed your waist and held you up, your hands grabbing his shoulders. He guided the tip of his cock inside your pussy, allowing you time to adjust before sliding you down further to the base of it. 

Your head fell back as you felt him fill you up. “Fuck” You muttered

His hand brushed your hair out of your face and behind your ear, falling back down to your waist before lifting you up and down on his cock slowly. 

His dick was so deep inside you that when you looked down, you could see the tummy bulge of his cock. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chest falling against his, moaning to the thrusts of his hips into yours. 

The feeling of his cock inside of you made your legs shake and hips vibrate. Moaning at the pressure it built inside of you.

Only to make things better, Gojos hand fell to your cunt, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit. 

This just about pushed you over the edge, whining at the sensation.

“I want you to cum for me y/n, cum on my fucking cock” Gojo groaned in your ear, clearly already close himself. 

His words caused yourself to clench around him, trying to hold yourself back. Without any failure, he still managed to make you cum, causing you to shutter against him. 

It didn’t take long before he had to pull himself off of you, trying not to cum inside you but still cumming all over your tummy. 

Putting your exhaustion behind you, you looked at your belly and then back at him, carefully watching him before busting out into laughter at his tired face.

“What a gentleman” You teased before laying back on him.

He rubbed your back and pressed a kiss against your shoulder, leaning his head against yours.

[juliasdowntonstuff]

New drabble posted :)

I've just posted a new drabble on ff and ao3. This one is called "Your wife is making you weak"

I know that this is a rather long one yet again, but I just kept adding more and more to it and now we've got this situation with two timelines going on. Still, hope you like it — I'll put a long-ish snippet from the beginning under the cut as well.

The coach rattled along the cobbled streets, and the horses' hooves clacked on the ground in a familiar pattern. They were on their way to the first ball of the season in a grand ballroom somewhere in Mayfair, London. Where exactly, he had no idea. Rosamund had mentioned it once or twice during luncheon, but he hadn't paid enough attention. This was not her first season, yet she behaved like it was for some strange reason. She had never been too enthusiastic about attending any balls or going to dress fittings in London — until this year. He had briefly wondered what had changed her mind, but Rosamund was old enough and he had more important things to take care of than his sister's sixth London season, or was it her seventh? He was not sure. Either way, Robert wished it was their coach ride back home after the last ball of the season, all these balls that would follow this one already exhausted him and he could only guess how Cora must have been feeling.

She looked beautiful, his darling wife, so very beautiful — especially in the soft yellow hues from the gas lamps that bathed her features in this warm glow. How it had taken him so long to realise just how incredibly lucky he was to have her as his wife was something he would never be able to understand. She was looking out the window, her eyes following the houses they passed by on their way, and the softest hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

They weren't speaking. There was no need for them to, they would have more than enough opportunities for that throughout the entire evening. Robert had no intentions of leaving her side even once this evening if he could help it. This coach ride was their calm before the storm.

Robert was thankful that he did not have to spend the ride together in a coach with his mother and sister. He was sure that there was another storm well underway already and he did feel for his father who would have to negotiate between the two headstrong women, which was not at all an easy task.

When the coach came to a halt in front of a stately London home of yet another English nobleman he had surely met before but could not recall, he squeezed her hand to garner her attention. "Are you ready, my dear?"

Cora blinked a few times, averting her tired gaze back to her husband on the seat opposite her. "With you by my side, yes," she replied, smiling widely at him.

He stepped out first, reaching out his arm to help her disembark as gracefully as possible, before he put his top hat on and straightened his tie. They waited patiently out in the rather chilly April night for the coach with his parents and sister to arrive. Robert knew Cora must have been freezing, and had it not meant getting into another quarrel with his mother, he would have quickly draped his coat across her slender shoulders. But alas, he knew that would not be deemed appropriate, and so he had to helplessly watch her pull her shawl tighter around herself.

A while later, after a nice, yet rather uneventful dinner, Robert stood next to the large dance floor with his family and had to listen to his mother giving his sister the same advice she always seemed to give.

"And Rosamund. Remember what I told you. You are entitled to your opinions, but don't speak them on a crowded dancefloor. That sort of thing tends to run the people off you want to attract."

Robert looked at his sister and saw how she rolled her eyes. She had had to listen to that countless times throughout her seasons already and it did not surprise him to find her sick of statements such as that one. Though, he supposed, his mother was right. Most men were not like him. Most men only wanted a pretty wife, not one with well-founded opinions of her own. What most of his fellow man had not realised was that the two were not exclusive — his wife had both, beauty and brains, each in large capacities. He truly was one lucky man with a bright future ahead of him.

"When do you think it is appropriate for us to leave? I do feel quite tired already," she asked lowly, only for him to hear. She was well aware they had only just arrived and it would still be a while until they would be able to go home, but she had found it was always best to tell Robert these things well in advance so that he could keep them in mind for later when the need truly arose.

"Once the dancing has officially commenced, I think. It should not be long now. We have to dance at least once. See, and especially, be seen, as Mama would say. But it should not be too long now, my dear. Do you maybe want to sit down?" Robert asked, looking around the crowded ballroom in search of a chair for her.

"No, no. I am perfectly alright standing here. Though I do think that your cousin will drag you away from me soon. He is already making his way over here."

Cora's tone suggested exactly what she thought of him, and he knew she was not wrong in thinking any of it. She had no particular sympathies for James, his first cousin. He could truly be a nasty man if he wanted to be, especially when he had had a few drinks already.

"Cousin Robert, I knew that was you I saw enter a while ago. I'm sure your wife wouldn't mind if I whisked you away to talk with a few chaps I know, would she? There are plenty of other men around to keep her occupied, after all."

Robert sharply inhaled. He could already smell the whiskey on his cousin's breath that told him it was not wise to argue with him. Looking apologetically at his wife, he followed James to the opposite end of the grand room and left her there to fend for herself against his will. "I will be back shortly," he said hastily as he had to let go of her gloved hand.

Robert did not enjoy himself standing in that circle of young men, half of whom had already had at least as many drinks as his cousin. He knew he should probably pay more attention to what they were saying, but he only had eyes for her. Even from across the ballroom, he revelled at her beauty. The way one strand of her dark hair always seemed to manage to escape her coiffure and fall to her neck almost drove him mad, and the way her new deep blue ballgown couldn't hide the impending change in their lives any longer mesmerised him.

"What do you say, Grantham? Are you in?"

He heard his name, one of the other men must have asked him something, and he had not paid any attention at all to their conversation. He should be feeling bad, but he simply couldn't when he was still looking at his pregnant wife.

"I'm sorry, I was rather preoccupied just now, I am afraid," Robert said, returning his attention to the men he was supposed to be conversing with.

"Preoccupied with what? Staring at your pregnant American wife?" one of them said, a rather distasteful undertone lacing his voice when he spoke of Cora's heritage. The man was short, surely at least a head shorter than him, and quite the weak fellow, Robert assessed as he looked him over. The suit he was wearing seemed way too big for him, and especially in combination with his sleek black hair, it made him appear almost ghostly white and rather feeble. He could definitely take him on in a fight, Robert thought disparagingly, not that he would throw the first punch if he did not necessarily have to. He knew better than to cause such a scene in a London ballroom.

"Branksome has invited all of us for a week of hunting on his estate in Dorset in June. Can we expect to see you there, as well?" another man said quickly before Robert had a chance to reply to that, shooting warning looks to the black-haired man.

"June, you say?" Robert asked to buy himself some time to come up with a plausible excuse. He could not tell them that he wanted to stay home for Cora, they would all laugh at him. Marriages like theirs were rare, and most of the men standing with him in the stuffy ballroom were still bachelors and as such even less likely to understand his true reasoning. "I don't think so, I will be busy with taking care of my father's estate from the end of May while he stays here with my mother and sister for the rest of the season, as far as I am aware."

Just when the black-haired man wanted to reply — something quite distasteful, Robert imagined — the music started to fill the air and called him back to his wife.

"I am sorry to hear you will be missing out, Grantham. But I wish you all the best in your homely endeavours. And now it is time for us to find our dance partners, I assume," Viscount Branksome then said with a smile, motioning towards the dance floor that was beginning to fill with people.

"If I were married, I surely wouldn't let my wife come in the way of a great week of shooting and drinking with my fellow man. It is her responsibility to bear the child, not mine."

Robert did not have to look to know that it was indeed that short man talking behind his back.

One last time, Robert turned back to face him. "Then I do hope that marriage is still a long way from you, dear chap, in the interest of any woman who makes your acquaintance in future," Robert only said dryly, raising his eyebrows as if to dare that man to retort something.

James threw him a warning look and it was clear that he did not agree with his cousin. Oh, he would definitely get to hear more on this matter later, though most likely from one of his parents. James was an awful gossip, always had been, ever since they were little boys.

She had her back turned to him and was talking to Rosamund when he tapped her gently on the shoulder and whispered near her ear: "May I have the honour of this dance, my Lady?"

Smiling brightly at hearing his gentle drawl from behind her, she turned around and put her hand in his so that he could lead her to the dance floor. She threw an apologetic look over her shoulder back at Rosamund, who simply smiled. Rather unhappily so, Robert thought.

"And? What did the young, desirable men of society want to discuss?" she asked as he carefully and skilfully manoeuvred her across the dance floor to the sounds of a slow waltz being played.

"Nothing much, at least I don't think so. And most of them are really not as desirable as one might hope."

"Really? Don't men like you always have important things to talk through whenever they meet?"

"I think so, maybe. If they did, then I did not notice. I was quite preoccupied with looking at this stunning young lady across the room. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you see," he replied teasingly, his lip curling into a subtle smile while his eyes stayed vigilantly fixed on their surroundings.

"Oh, do I know her? Who is she?"

"I think you do know her." Robert quickly glanced down at her, not watching the other dancing couples for a second, trusting they would try their best to avoid bumping into them as well. "She is quite tall, with dark curly hair and ocean-blue eyes one could easily get lost in. Even from afar, she is radiant, especially in her delicate condition; and elegant in everything she does. And her smile is to die for."

"Stop, Robert, you are making me blush. Not in this room full of people," she replied quietly, smiling coyly with her eyes fixed on his cravat pin. She tried her best to hide it, but he saw the way her cheeks had coloured when he said the words and he liked it.

"But I haven't even got to the part about her lovely accent that I happen to adore," he jested, which did earn him a stern but loving look from her.

[courfee]

Getting dressed the Courfeyrac way

Bonus: not so cool-feyrac

[kyberphilosopher]

Androphobia

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An Android attempts to offer comfort to someone with sleeping trouble.

Androphobia [an·drow·fow·bee·uh]; Fear of or aversion to men. A related concept is misandry, the hatred of men, but not necessarily fear of them.

  * ✭ ˚ ✧* ･ﾟ * ✭ ˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ  *

Every woman or female born member of society has experienced an off putting encounter with a man. 

This is not to be entirely blamed on men- not as a whole, no. But individuals, the ones you run into on your way out of the grocery store, the ones who stop you on the streets, they are the ones to blame. Some women have the guts to tell them off. Not an easy task with the given anxiety, but one to take pride in for the capability that comes with it. Some women stay quiet, rush away as fast as their polite feet can take them and hope someone will see the problem. They usually don’t. And some women are outliers, tricking their ways out of interactions with these men one way or another, and to them I take my hat off. 

There are men who are easily construed as monsters, when in the dead of night their silhouettes flash beneath the tallest of streetlights. And there is no reason to not believe them as such right then and there, for as spoken by our Lady Galadriel, “the hearts of men are easily corrupted.” And any look into statistics will back up this fear, any personal experience, any hug that’s gone on just a bit too suspiciously long, any catching of those wandering eyes and it’s easy to feel in your heart that men are not to be trusted. They are not to be confronted, nor left alone with, and they will jump at the opportunity to put down anyone for the validation of other men. 

This is the reality of women and men in 2021. It is the same for several in 2039.

 * ✭ ˚ ✧* ･ﾟ * ✭ ˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ  *

You step out of your old, dusty car. Chips of the dark red paint flake away as the raindrops hit it. Above you, the gloomy, warm gray clouds roll against each other in different shades and sizes, high above the skyscrapers and the stress of the world.

Gathering your belongings for the day, you shut the door with your hip and shoulder everything. Then you make your way towards the Police Department, your work, with the heels of your shoes scuffing against the parking lot. 

Across the way, you can see Detective Reid, who rubs his brow while he does his usual slamming of the car door. There’s no point in looking for Hank at this ungodly hour, he’d never be in on time. He’ll probably park his car next to yours as usual- a little too close so it’s hard to squeeze into your own and pull out without causing his vehicle damage, but you never say anything. Not because you are one of the people who feel threatened by Hank as a man- It’s more because you trust Hank as a person, that you’d never bring up the obvious annoyances he places upon you and everyone else. Though, once you had tried. 

(“Cars parked a little close, don’t you think?”

“Shut the hell up.”)

The inside of the Department is bustling. A female Android brushes past you briskly, the others at the front desk all seemingly click clacking away in their own brains. Even months after they’ve gained independence, it’s not uncommon for you to remember how they were before. How still and lifeless they were. And looking back on it, it was awfully sad. They seem busier now, more alive and fast. A strange image, in your mind, but not an unwelcomed one. 

You reach your desk in the lobby, on the right side of the room slightly separated from the officers. You’re a psychologist, so it’s not plausible for you to be seated next to bias. Instead you’re in your own corner, with a rather cluttered desk on the top and empty rows of drawers. You do, however, keep a small japanese cherry blossom tree on the top, courtesy of Hank, though his has all but fully withered at this point. 

And then you’re ready to start your day. Pull out your chair, click your pen and type away reports and notes on the computer to send to the detectives. You don’t have any meetings scheduled today, so there’ll be no need to prepare questions or anything of the sort. Just an easy day. 

And then...

As you and I, the dear reader, have already discussed, finding men to be generally scary is an easy task. And even though you are smart enough to know that it’s simply not possible to truly believe that every man or male presenting individual is terrible, or has done terrible things, or has experienced the desire to do something terrible, there are times where you can’t help the cautiousness. You can’t help the flinch, the distrust, the physical distance, the hand in your pocket grasping for anything to use in self defense. Seeing men like Detective Reid in power, brutish and given guns and easily agitated, certainly doesn’t help.

So when you swish your chair around and come to a stand, your heart drops. You’re looking into the presence of someone tall, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. A man. 

[Sort of.]

“Good morning, Doctor L/N.”

“Connor,” you breathe out, eyes flitting down as you attempt to quiet the thump thump thumping of your heart in your throat. “I- I didn’t-”

“Your heart race has increased. You appear stressed, Doctor L/N.”

He cocks his robotic head to the side, his eyebrows creasing as the literal gears in his head turn. 

“You just startled me,” you admit, grabbing the back of your chair and moving it over as an excuse to create a bit of distance between you and the [possible] threatening force. “What is it, Connor?”

Now, for context, you and he were not considered close. You’ve spoken a few times, though never as friends, only friendly. You remember seeing him last Winter, when he would stand out in the snow outside the station, just gazing up after Hank had already returned to his own home. You remembered how he was different from the other Androids, besides being more advanced to begin with. You’d never said anything about that. It was obvious the only person it would’ve really mattered to, Hank, was already aware of this. And Hank liked Connor. There was no point in interfering. 

In Connor’s eyes, you could really do no wrong. You were smart, intelligent, and diligent in your work. Your job had been threatened by the presence of Androids for years by the time Connor had showed up, but it still appeared that they wouldn’t have done your legacy justice. But despite this, interactions were scarce. You were not friends. You were friendly. And you were always on your guard. 

“I was hoping to hear your thoughts on a case Lieutenant Anderson and I have been working on,” Connor tells you. He’s always made efforts to keep eye contact with people, and the tilt of his head tries to follow your eyeline to do so. But it’s never to any avail. “I apologize for the abruptness, but the thought only occured to me last night and I think it could be a good one.”

“Yeah, sure,” you answer. “I can help with that. I’ll get the details from Hank when he comes in.”

“No need,” the Android quickly assures you. When you look up to him for a brief second, you can see his tongue sway against his bottom lip, creating the softest of imprints. His dark eyes glitter like a beatles in the catch from the light above. 

He produces a light, manilla colored folder lined inside with papers. “I hope you’ll find all the details you need here,” he explains, offering the file to you. 

You take it after a moment, watching his thumb let go in the softest, most normal way possible. 

“Thank you, Doctor L/N,” Connor smiles. “I’ll go get you your morning coffee.”

Connor is like a dog in that way. Not in an insulting way, or an obedient way. In a kind way, in a warm way. With his chocolate eyes and the dimples when he smiles, it’s hard not to want to just believe that he is incapable of hurting anyone or anything. Especially a woman. 

But when you snap back to reality, you can see his male form. His set back shoulders, the robotic strength, the fact that he was programmed to execute any task he so desires. And then you’re right back on edge, wanting to step back from him until you’re sure you can take a full breath. 

It’s easier when he’s taken himself away. You can see him through the glass walls in the kitchen, waiting for the pot to heat up. Doesn’t seem so bad from far away, like most of them do. 

You return to the chair and open the file. At first, your eyes flit to the pictures attached at the top- one of a woman that looks so familiar, another of a man whose angry brows cover his eyes. Then they move to the written report, and something clicks. 

The woman in the picture was an acquaintance from college. The man next to her was the main suspect, and apparently her lover.

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“Morning Doc,” Hank waves tiredly. Then his tone changes slightly. “The fuck are ya doing at my desk for?” 

You push yourself from your lean on the edge of his property anxiously. “I read the report on your case. The Carla Rodriguez one.”

Hank sighs in his classic sigh, tired and grumpy from the morning and being alive. “What about it?” he questions, rummaging through his large bag of prescription pill bottles he’s brought with him every day this year. You suspect Connor has something to do with this.

“I had a... personal relationship with the victim,” you begin, crossing your arms. “I knew her.”

Hank looks at you, bewildered. “You were sleeping with my victim?”

“What? No. What? I- anyway. Carla and I were in college together.”

Hank’s face changes. He leans back with high raised brows in the way he does when processing something. 

“The boyfriend did it. I remember him from back then, I think. Real angry guy.”

“You’re sure you know what you’re talkin about?” Hank questions you, though not in an insulting way. You know it’s anything but that. 

“I’m sure. I can tell you what you need but you know I can’t testify. You won’t be able to use my bias in your report.”

“But the bias is the whole point.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, along with your shoulders. It’s the universal symbol for ‘I don’t know what to tell you’. 

“You talked to Connor about this?”

“Well, no. I- he wanted my opinion but I didn’t tell him this part.”

Hank glances around. “Where's he at anyway?”

You shrug again. You’re thinking about the disposable coffee cup on your desk, left there by Connor a few hours ago, that you’d never brought yourself to touch. 

“Run it by the Android before we do anything,” Hank advises you. “Nutjob’s got this whole system in his head.”

“Yeah,” you mutter as Hank seats himself. “That guy’s weird.”

“Tellin’ me?” Hank groans. 

And the rest of the morning you spend avoiding Connor, thinking at your desk, barely doing your job while you let yourself get lost in thought. You’re not usually like this. You’re very professional at work- you love this job. The thrill, the learning about criminals and their rehabilitation- it makes you feel so tranquil. Complete, even. 

But knowing a victim, knowing the perpetrator, still adapting to the change of Androids looking happy for once, knowing Hank pretends you’re the child he lost- it... it...

You snap your drawer shut. 

What’s wrong with you today? 

You huff out dry air. When you turn ever so slightly, you can see Hank at his desk, eyes already on you with concerned and empathetic brows. Seeing him calms you down a little, at least makes you feel more in the real moment. After a moment, you turn back straight. Then you smooth back your hair, and open a your file again. 

“Doctor L/N?”

You look up slowly, recognizing the boyish, sturdy voice of Connor. Sure enough, there he is. Tall, looking down at you with his warm, brown eyes. They remind you of an excited, loyal dog. Yeah, you think, Connor seems like a dog person. 

And then you catch the sharpness of how broad his shoulders are, how little effort it would take for him to kill you, or pin you down, or come at you in the dark. 

“Can I speak with you candidly, Doctor L/N?”

“You...may,” you say slowly. Connor begins to squat, until he is level with your eyeline, though he’s over on the other side of your desk. From your view, your cherry blossoms pink petals stand out against the paleness of his skin, and then the darkness of his hair. 

“I heard what you said earlier to the Lieutenant,” he begins. 

Truthfully, your eyes flicker around his face, mostly between his lips and his nose and his eyes. They’re all so realistic. Well, obviously that was the point in his creation, but still. They’re so human. Connor is human. Even the way he seems to move his mouth, like his lips are just a little dry, is human. Such a strange detail. Perhaps you would never have noticed it if he hadn’t gotten this close. 

“When?” you question. 

“About 3 hours ago, about the file I gave you.”

Your eyes snap away. Connor’s own eyes follow your movement. 

“I know that this must be difficult for you-”

“Connor,” you sigh, slightly exasperated, but still holding it together. Your eyes close like you can’t bear to look at anything in the present moment right now. You must be trying to pretend that you’re somewhere else. “I’ll be alright. This was in my job description.”

The Android’s eyebrows knit for a split second, confused. “Overseeing the psychology behind your friends death was in your job description?”

And it’s a genuine question from him. That’s what makes it so hard to contain your laughter, no matter how frustrated or overwhelmed you are right now.

“Yeah,” you finally muster with a light chuckle. “Apparently.” Then you’re back to business. “This is my job. I’ll be alright. Thank you for your concern.”

“I just considered that, since you’ve been on the news before, the suspect could know that you’re involved.”

“So?” you ask, slightly more snappy than intended.

“He may know you’re here and subsequently attempt to cause you harm.”

There are two conflicting sides in your brain right now. The first one says: Now think about this. How could he harm you in a place full of cops? It’s not like he knows where you live or anything. How could he even find that out? When they bring him in, he’ll be in custody the whole time. Gavin won’t let him out of those handcuffs. Everything will be just fine. 

And the other part? It shows you a dark, masculine figure, looming over you. Police department or not, he is there. He will cause you grief and harm, do something so terrible to you you could not even fully imagine it enough to anticipate yourself. 

And, despite your better judgement, and to your full awareness, you listen to the second half. 

“Okay, so,” you breathe out. “So what are you saying?”

Connor’s eyes draw to his left in a stutter, his mouth parting as if he’s in consideration. “The Lieutenant and I had talked about... having you stay in a... safer place.”

Your eyebrows pinch together. “What do you mean by that?”

Connor looks so human in this moment. it’s so apparent, and piercing in this exact second. The details in his eyes, slightest of blemishes on his cheekbones. 

Connor leans in, his eyebrows raising. Subconsciously, you lean back ever so slightly in response. 

“We were thinking of taking you to the Lieutenants place.” He sees your eyes widen, getting ready to give a vocal response. “It’s a very safe place,” Connor promises. “I can assure you there are many rooms to your liking.”

You take a minute, looking the Android right in his warm, hopeful, perfectly symmetrical eyes. “Connor, I’m not interested in having this discussion right now.”

“It’s just-”

“Back off,” you snap. It’s assertive. Something you don’t usually do towards masculine presenting beings. 

As soon as you say it, you regret it, however. The person across from you just looks so heartbroken, almost. His big brown eyes, the ones that remind you of a loyal dog, are looking right at you. How could you not feel bad for snapping at Connor? Sweet Connor, who doesn’t take pleasure in hurting people no matter how much you convince yourself he does. 

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The Carla Rodriguez murder case went on for two more days. Her boyfriend, unfortunately, was not yet found. Hank was working on obtaining a warrant based on your instincts that would give him access to search family members houses for the man. Things were becoming focused. 

Each night you went home, you struggled to sleep. You did in fact, find out that Connor may have been onto something when he suggested the consideration of safety. You indeed stayed up later than usual, using both locks on your dirty apartment door for once. It was hard to fall asleep. Whenever you did, it became all too easy for you to imagine a solid, big, broad shouldered figure standing over the foot of your bed, waiting to strike. 

A man, as usual. 

Ironically, you did feel better when Hank- a man- would come into the station. And then there was Connor, who was somewhere between a puppy and a wolf, half following Hank, half fully capable of loading and discharging a gun. Connor made you feel safe too, but only by association. It felt bad to think about him after the snapping that occurred Thursday, but it could’ve made you feel worse to act unprofessionally in the work place. It was best you try to forget it, and try to forget that Connor has unlimited and invincible memory. 

On Sunday, you and Hank had your weekly scheduled lunch. Nothing fancy, just fast food from a food truck by the train tracks. You’ll both probably get burgers, except Hank will try to add lettuce and some vegan bullshit to convince you he’s sticking to his diet. Of course he will. 

You throw the keys to your locker in the backroom into your desk drawer, and slip it closed. Across the floor, Hank is already ahead of you, tugging on his crappy jacket and somehow standing patiently and grumpily at the same time. 

“Ready to go?” you ask as you approach him, your own jacket in hand. 

“Yeah, just waitin’ for the kid,” Hank replies casually. 

“The kid?”

“I’m ready to go, Lieutenant,” the enthusiastic voice of Connor rings out. He has one of those voices where you can tell when he’s happy and smiling too, and he is in this very moment. 

Nobody ever joins you and Hank. You knew Hank had taken Connor to the truck before, but that was just between them, and this was just between you. An odd decision on Hank’s part to make such a change. 

“Alright,” Hank calls back. Then he turns to you, the smallest of knowing grins on his face. “Ready when you are, Doctor.”

You just nod your head and start walking out to Hank’s car, unsure of what to do think. In the end, you decide to just not think at all. 

“What are you doing this for?” you’d ask Hank as you were walking, when the Android known as Connor was out of earshot. 

“What? You got a problem with Connor?” You shake your head no. “Well good. Because besides bein’ a freak he’s perfectly fine.”

Yep. Thanks, Hank. 

The drive over is silent, besides Hank’s music. You like his taste, but it doesn’t make you feel less tense around Connor. On the other hand, Connor is completely oblivious of said tension. You can see him in the rearview mirror, smiling and looking out the window every now and again. 

Once arriving to the scene, Connor gets out first. You click your seatbelt away, about to pull the handle open when you notice Hank hasn’t moved at all. 

“You coming?”

“Mm,” Hank fake thinks, flipping through his cd cases. “Nah.”

“Well then... well then are you even hungry?”

“I got food back at the office,” he sighs, not even looking up at you. “Indian from last night. Gonna wreak havoc on the ol’ plumbing.”

“Then what did you bring me here for?” you question finally, developing a tension headache from how often you’ve been knitting your brows together lately. 

Hank looks up and over, an almost offended expression on his face. You can see it in his wide old eyes, the angry eyebrows, the slightly opened mouth. 

“Because I’m trying to create a warm and loving social circle.”

“You one time told me die because I ate your jar of pickles!” you cry. “Oh my god- Hank, is this about me and Connor? Is that it? You want us to get along?”

“Yeah, and what if I do?” Hank turns to you fully, putting an angry hand on the steering wheel to clutch something. 

“It doesn’t matter!” you exclaim. “It literally doesn’t matter at all!”

Hank is quiet. You can see his beady, angry eyes on you, his jaw clenching. “Get the fuck outta my car,” he says at last. 

“Gladly,” you mutter. You open the door and slam it closed. 

Looking across the wet, rainy street, you can see Connor looking up at the sign of the food truck known as Chicken Feed innocently. You breathe out, feeling the heat from the previous ‘discussion’ beginning to melt away. 

Okay, Y/N, you tell yourself. Just go talk to him. 

You begin your walk across the street, hearing the light tapping of the rain hitting the asphalt all around you. His back is getting closer and closer. You still have a chance to turn around. 

“Hey, Connor,” you say lightly. 

“Hello, Doctor L/N,” Connor greets in return warmly. 

“Whatcha... thinking about eating, there?” you ask, both of you knowing damn well Androids can’t eat. 

“I’m not sure,” he admits. Then he shrugs, and very genuinely says, “I guess I could have some french fries.”

“Alright. I’ll get you some.”

And you do. And you feel so stupid while ordering it. The guy in charge, Gary, looks at you with an ‘are you sure?’ expression on his face, but you only continue with the order, confirming that, yes, you are sure. Then you and Connor sit next to each other in silence, waiting for your food to be ready. You pretend to be very interested in a stain on one of the back menus for about three straight minutes. 

“Here you go,” Gary hands you the food. You take the bags and speed off immediately to an umbrella by the place. Even though you’re essentially powerwalking at about 6 miles per hour, it doesn’t feel fast enough in the moment. Connor is right there beside you the whole time. 

“Here’s your fries,” you mutter, pushing the bowl towards him. 

“Thank you,” he says, formally. Then Connor just stares down into the bowl. 

“I appreciate you paying for this meal, Doctor L/N,” Connor decides to say after another moment. When you look up, you can see he’s leaning down ever so slightly so that he’s closer to your height, and making pretty sturdy eye contact. It’s moments like this that you think you’re talking to Connor’s social programming, and probably not him naturally. 

“You don’t have to call me Doctor, Connor,” you breathe. “We’re not at work right now.”

“I apologize. How would you like me to address you then?”

“Well... how would you like to address me?”

Connor thinks for a moment. You can tell because his led is switching between yellow and white. Then the beginning of his eyebrows start twitching, along with the corners of his mouth, just like a human would when they have several thoughts on the tip of their tongue but none of them seem just right. It’s cute when he does it. 

“You can just call me Y/N,” you rush out in an attempt to save Connor from quite possibly exploding. 

He does the twitching once more, then looks up to the top of the umbrella without moving his head. “And, is this outside of the workplace or in it as well?”

“What would you prefer?”

His led goes yellow again. He looks back to you. “That depends whether or not you consider us friends, Doctor L/N.”

This takes you back. You’re silent, stunned, looking at him with slightly widened eyes for a few seconds- maybe a whole minute- before you make the decision to look at your burger and change the subject. 

“How’s been adjusting to life as a free man?” you ask, unwrapping the foil from your warm food. 

Connor adapts to the subject change after a few seconds, and you know that he’s seen right through you. “It’s strange,” he tells you, deep in thought, but sincere. “But, people seem happy.”

“Are you happy?” you prompt further, biting a big bite into the meat. 

Connor thinks again. He thinks a lot. “Yes,” he decides. “I suppose I feel alive,” he admits. It sounds like a confession, and when he turns his head to look over to you, he sees your eyes are already on him. “Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” you repeat in question. “I... guess I am, overall.”

“Do you enjoy working as a criminal and forensic expert?”

Now it’s your turn to think. You swallow down your bite. “Yeah, I think so. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. And now I have it, and I’m comfortable and all. So yes... And you? As a detective?” You bite into the burger again.

“Well, it is what I was created for,” Connor tells you, with an almost charismatic, joking tone. It looks like he’s smiling a little, too. Cute. “I think so. Working with Lieutenant Anderson has gotten better.”

“God, I remember when you first came in,” you roll your eyes. “Hank was all in a mood. One of the grouchiest days for him. But he likes you now.”

Connor watches you pull the burger away from your face. He’s thinking again, but also admiring your features from up close. He doesn’t usually get to do this with you. The proof is in the lack of response to the ‘would you consider us friends?’ question. 

“You know,” Connor says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice for the millionth time. “I really admire how talented you are in your line of work.”

You feel heat in not just your cheeks, but in the rest of your face as well, as if you have a very sudden fever. You decide to keep your face down, trying to naturally make it not look like you’re using your burger as a shield. “Thank you,” you respond. 

The heat begins to subside, so you look back up to him. “I admire your...” and you can’t finish the sentence. Not because you can’t think of anything to admire. You know you had a good one in mind to say to him. But when you look up at his boyish face, with the innocent smile and the comforting eyes and the most human details in his skin, you lose your train of thought. 

It seems too late and rude to continue by the time you regain it, so you just decide to leave it and eat your burger as quickly as possible. 

“Are you done with your fries?” you ask, as Connor looks down at the untouched basket.

“Yes, thank you.”

You don’t even look into the waste of 2 dollars as you speed walk to the trash can and dump it full of everything. Then you hop across the street, Connor right behind you.

Getting back into Hank’s car makes you roll your eyes. It’s not that you’re mad with Connor anymore so much- not that you would describe the feeling as mad in the first place. You’re not even sure you’re ‘mad’ at Hank so much anymore. It’s more like you’re in the area that you previously had a yelling match in, so all that energy is still there. So stupid.

“Hey, you two,” Hank greets, though to you it sounds condescending.

“Hello,” Connor chirps back.

You just shoot Hank a glare.

“How was lunch?” The old man prompts, holding your eye contact knowingly the entire time.

“It was fine,” you tell him.

“Fine?”

“Yeah,” you practically seethe. “Just fine.”

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You stay in your house for another two days. Sleeping has become far more difficult, though you’d never openly admit it. Hank can see it in your face. There’s dark circles under your eyes, far more noticeable than before. Your eyes are dragging themselves down, along with the rest of your body which seems to be in a constant slump. 

You’re like a zombie. You’re just carrying yourself around, mindlessly doing your tasks while you try not to nod off at work. Hank hasn’t said anything. He just watches you from afar, not knowing how to apologize because he’s never been able to pull himself into one. 

Connor hasn’t said anything either. Hank’s pet has continued his daily routines around the precinct, going where he’s told and sitting on the other side of the older man. You haven’t been observing them much lately. Been a bit too preoccupied with the threat of sleep paralysis to do anything that you find matters in a social sense. 

Carla’s case is still open. Her boyfriend is still out there, watching and waiting. Maybe for you. Maybe for some other innocent woman. You keep picturing him towering over you, his shoulders looming, strong jaw twitching with anger. Those masculine brows, defined with the intent to strike at you. Kill you, like your old friend. 

Finally, on the fourth day of little to know sleep, you fell asleep at your desk. Completely zonked out, your head slumped against the surface, squishing your cheek in the process. Connor jumped up from his seat, Hank following shortly after. But there was no threat, you were simply resting. Once the two realized this, they calmed a little. Hank opted to send Connor over to you to check you out, crossing his arms as he got ready to observe. 

The Android creeps over. Your breathing is steady. So is your heartrate. You’re not in shock or anything at all. You’re not even hurt. 

“Y/N?” he prompts lightly, now crouched to be close enough to your ear so he can whisper. His chocolate eyes glance around the precinct, looking for anyone who might have noticed you to try and save you some embarrassment. Then he glances towards the Captain in his office, and he knows he has to hurry himself so you don’t get caught and reprimanded. 

“Doctor L/N?”

No response. Connor looks back at Hank, who shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly with little help. 

“Doctor L/N, you have to wake up,” he tells you, poking the back of your slumped shoulder. 

You were asleep, yes, but apparently not very deeply. You stir from your slumber, raising your head and your mousy appearance to look over at Connor with confused eyes. 

“What happened?” you strain, stretching. Connor detects a bit of drool on the corner of your lips. 

“You fell asleep at work,” Connor explains slowly. 

“I did?” you squint, obviously still out of it. 

“You have... drool on your lips.”

You wipe the left corner. “The other side,” Connor gestures lightly to his own lips. “Yes. You got it.”

“Was I out for long?” you look around, adjusting to the so very bright lights of the building. 

“No,” Connor answers in that sweet, sweet voice of his. “Maybe a minute, or two.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyes wandering around. 

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That night, it rains. 

Thunder echoes, with  ripples of light from the lightning that bears across the sky like great claw hands. 

You watch the view out your window from the middle of your bed for a long time. You’re curled up in a ball on the blankets, not even under them. You’re just there, watching the sky that reflects in your eyes. 

A sudden stir in you gives you a change of heart. Something you can’t explain to the fullest extent, something not even I, the one in charge of relaying all that’s happening to you, could explain the exact feeling. It’s like the snapping of a rubber band at 2:15 in the morning. 

You can’t stay in this apartment anymore. Not even two locks are enough to protect you. Not your kitchen knives, or the gun given to you from the department for self defense. None of it seems like enough, because all of those things are used after something happens. They don’t prevent it. 

You’re in a hurry. The comfiest pajamas you own are soaked in the salty rain water and protected only by the simplest of winter coats you own. It’s nice, though not appropriate for the current weather of course. Your hair gets drenched fast. Every individual drip that falls from the tip of your nose is felt, like you’re more hyperaware than usual. 

Now you’ve arrived at a house. A one story, fairly inexpensive home with a garage and recognizable old car out front. As you approach, you can already hear the barking of a dog, see a neighbor turn their lights on briefly to observe you, and feel the shivering of your knuckles as they tap on the door sporadically.

Come on, Hank, you think.  Please protect me. Please do this for me. 

And, believe me, Hank Anderson would’ve done it had he been awake. But he hadn’t been, and so he didn’t answer the door. Instead, the door swings open, and inside you see an Android. 

A tall one, with soft facial features. He has long, dark eyelashes framing dark eyes, surrounded by dark hair. He’s clean and clear cut, very put together. It’s Connor, Hank’s pet that you’ve never been able to get the hang of knowing. And he’s as shocked as you are. 

Your drenched hair, shivering body, distant look in your eyes. Though, Connor’s unsure of how he would appear if he had to show up to anyone’s house at 2:34am. Probably unwell. Probably a little bit like you. 

“Doctor L/N,” he says, though it seems mostly to himself. His parched lips barely move, though you notice how pink they look in comparison to everything else right now. 

“Can I come in?”

Connor is still for a few seconds, obviously still processing your appearance. For what, you don’t know. Must’ve been one of the few things he’s simply unable to calculate. But then he moves himself to the side, and you carry yourself in. 

As soon as the door closes behind you, everything is so much warmer. You haven’t been to Hank’s place in months, but it still feels as homey as it did before. It’s cleaner than it was a year ago. There’s more pictures on the walls, more clutter lining the shelves. He’s starting to care about things again. That’s good. 

“What are you doing here?” you suddenly ask, turning around to face Connor. 

That’s right- what is he doing here? He and Hank couldn’t be living together, could they? Or is... or is it that Hank is pretending Connor is someone else, too?

Connor’s led goes yellow, then blue, then back to yellow. “Lieutenant Anderson has offered me a place to stay until I’m ready to go on myself,” he explains, though the way it looks at you makes it seem like Connor doesn’t want to tell you this. Like he feels the need to explain himself. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You wipe your face, smearing your leftover makeup from your eye with the rain water. It burns, but you can’t feel it over the cold. “I uh- um... I’ve been having trouble- trouble sleeping.”

Connor’s lips close, and he looks at you in understanding as you stand there, now feeling your own pressure of having to explain yourself. 

“Just like... at my place I can’t- can’t sleep. Not a lot of it.”

Connor knows he shouldn’t, but it’s right there on the very tip of his tongue. It’s so close to just spilling out, until finally it does, all at once. He’s too curious to try and stop it. “Why?”

“I just- I can’t-”

You’re looking everywhere. The floor, the wall, covering your eyes with your arm or your hand, shifting back and forth between feet, making a soggy spot on the floor from your dripping clothes. 

“Can’t sleep.”

When you look up to Connor again, you feel better. Still panicked, but like you’re not in trouble. His eyes are so soft. They’re so human, and comforting. He looks at you like he understands, and like he’s not upset. You can see why Hank would pretend he is who he is now. But there’s no one for you to pretend who Connor is. He’s just Connor. And he’s better than you. 

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Connor lets you wear one of his sets of identical clothes. It’s a grey t-shirt and blue pajama pants. Your hair is still wet, but Connor doesn’t say anything. He lets you sit on the couch and watch one of Hank’s basketball recordings while he goes to make tea. 

He brings it to you and sets it down on the coffee table in front, but like days ago, you can’t bring yourself to touch it. Connor’s made himself a cup too, but doesn’t drink it. It’s deadly silent, the only light coming from the faint glow of the tv, the only sound coming from the biases of those annoying sports commentators. 

“Connor?” you whisper hoarsely, turning your body to face him. 

He looks over at you, at full attention. Such a soft boy. 

“Do you think I’m afraid of anything?”

Connor’s led goes yellow. It flickers in circles until finally he says, “What do you mean, Y/N?”

You look down at your hands. “W-when I try to sleep, I see someone,” you say, not bearing to look at anyone from that gender for a moment. “He never leaves me alone. I feel like I- like I’m seeing this thing everywhere. I can’t avoid it. It won’t leave me alone.”

“What is it?” Connor prods gently, leaning in in that innocent, but curious way he does. 

You open your mouth like you’re going to answer, but then your mouth goes dry. Instead, you just shrug your shoulders in a weak attempt of lying. 

“Um... why are you still awake?” you ask instead. 

“Androids don’t need to sleep,” Connor explains to you. “We just power down to conserve energy, but I don’t need as much as others.”

A light puff of air escapes your nose in time with the flickering of the corners of your lips. “Sounds like you’re bragging,” you tease for a second. 

Then it goes quiet.

“I don’t think you’re scared of anything,” you hear Connor’s voice say clearly. “At least, not that I’ve seen. You’re very diligent in your work.”

You take the compliment. It warms your chest for a moment, but the pit inside you is not so easily gotten rid of.

Your nails scrape against each other, breaking while you pick at one of your index fingers. “I think I have like... this fear of men. Fear of something.”

Connor’s led goes yellow.

“Androphobia, also known as the fear of male presences, affects nearly one third of the current female population.”

Connor watches you continue to pick at your nails. The memory of you standing at the door step, shivering like a kitten, drowning in the rain water stays on his mind. “Is this what you think you have, Y/N?” he asks, though this time it’s far more soft.

It sounds like he really cares.

You look up to him, your eyes glossing over from stress and the incoming wave of tears you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I can assure you, Doctor L/N, you are safe here,” Connor continues, holding eye contact as he speaks. “I won’t let any kind of harm get to you.”

The tears in your eyes seem less violent now. Like they’re disappearing already. And that’s how the story ends, in fact. With you, looking up at Connor, seated on Hank’s couch with your hair dripping around you- him promising not to hurt you. It ends on the silence that follows, right between the stare the two of you share.

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This is the first thing I’ve proof read. Also one of the longest things I’ve written somehow? It was fun. I apologize for any mistakes as English is not my first language.

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

I've noticed a couple of people liking that one drabble I did called House of Legions so here's a follow on drabble , please don't be mean I do this kinda stuff on the spot ^^;

So the time had come, each hour and minute had some how ticked by three times longer than usual, Black Hat couldn't believe he'd actually agreed to wait

Him wait? What had he been thinking, then again he didn't want what he'd bought to still have remains of a previous customer... leaning back in his chair against the plush seating he lit a cigarette, the butt placed delicately between his lips as his hands trembled.

What was he afraid of, he was Amadeus Black Hat! He took in a breath , a slight alteration to the order had been made , Acylius was to come here , the House of Legions dared not to argue.

He took a drag and let the smoke escape another mouth on his neck which growled appreciatively at the calming toxins it held.

There was a knock at the door, hmm that must be him.

His monocle shimmered as an eye where the peephole was on the large black oak and iron front door. Bulging yellow with a red pupil, it looked his guest up and down blinked and disappeared, the door swinging open by itself.

Acylius raised a brow and stepped in, squeaking as it suddenly slammed shut.

"Could have least greeted me, preened my feathers for hours for this hmph... hopefully this robe will be to his taste...now which way to go..."

It seemed someone was listening as candles on the wall seem to light up and guide the way, four black shimmering eyes watched as the green candle light danced and flickered casting long daunting shadows.

Alright if that's the way... hopefully there's something to eat I didn't have a chance for dinner and a growling stomach is going to be so off putting...shit if there's only alcohol... I'm gonna be pushy as fuck to be in charge...I should have had a last meal or something, this is Black Hat...

He thought nervously to himself, slicking back the feathers at the top of his head they popped back up again and sighed

"Well I'll either see tomorrow or I won't either way I've lived a fairly decent life."

He climbed a spiralling staircase only to be met with a long hall way at the top , there were trophies of past conquests, decorative crimson walls with portraits of Lord Black Hat.

His claws clacked lightly on the polished floor, pulling his coat tighter to him , he wasn't exactly wearing much under it, honestly with how hard the others had helped to scrub him he was amazed he didn't look like a plucked chicken.

Unbeknownst to him was a pacing Black Hat on the other side of the door, wondering what did the Legion drink , what could he serve him to eat, had he already eaten?

He thought of those beautiful black feathers that glistened with hues of sapphire and emerald , he couldn't see the tail ones properly but they looked as long as the Legion demons legs, he thought about playing with the base and watching them shiver from root to tip , maybe that would even cause them to fan out, he froze at that thought.

How beautiful would that look, no doubt it'd put any peacock to shame, the idea of him on hands and knees, body curving in as his ass was up, claws in his hips...how would he sound crying out his name the sound of him...

He was startled out of his thoughts as there was a knock on the door.

Hat opened the door only to be met with a fluffy chest of those beautiful feathers , he looked down and noticed the coat pooled by the demons feet who was donned in a beautiful red robe , off his shoulders one hand above his head on the door frame the other hand reaching out, clawed fingers under his chin, making the older demon tilt his head back.

His black heart was racing ,he hadn't realised he was so tall....nine ft to his 5 ft nine ....his lips parted as he stared watching as the Legion demon leaned in.

"So....Lord Black Hat I heard you were expecting me, do I please you... master?"

[shadowworks]

Compulsion

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi X Reader

Warnings: dubconish themes, flirting with Hawks, blood, murder, blackmail, fingering. NSFW, quirkless AU!

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Alright! This piece is for The Smut Pile Mafia Collab

I have to give my wholehearted thanks to @hisoknen @some-kindofgnome , @pleasantanathema, and @ever-enthralled for reading this over the last couple weeks, and making sure it reads well! I am so happy to have you beautiful souls! Also a special shoutout to Raph for brainstorming with me when I was stuck at the very end. 💕

Edit: This has fanart! Beautiful @maewoahoah created a Mafia!Hawks piece right here and a Mafia!Dabi piece here! She’s very talented! ;)

On this ominous winter evening it begins snowing. 

You readjust your peacoat and step through the frosty glow of the street lamp to your front door. Your muscles ache a little more than usual, your steps a little heavier. It’s been a long and tedious day at work; far less stimulating compared to Toga’s position working for a bootlegger named Tomura. But both jobs pay the rent. You push papers and withhold your scowls towards clients. Now, you want a bath. 

The sound of a muffled radio plays on the other side, and it floods your ears as you walk in with warmth and an iron smell wafting your chilled nose. 

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary...

Seeeee, my baby there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table

She looks so sweet, so cold, so fair.”

Toga’s playing blues again. It’s a routine she has before the graveyard shift across town. At this time, she’s in the kitchen making something before she goes, but you’re having trouble figuring out what food smells like copper. 

“He-e-e-y,” you call lazily, a sing-songy tone in your voice. 

She doesn’t answer, though you hear the clacking of stiletto heels on wood, which makes you amble down the hall to see what she’s doing. 

“Think you can smuggle some whiskey tonight? I thought we had some, but Keigo probably polished it off last—“

You stop in the doorway. 

There’s a poor bastard lying flat on his back, head twisting too far towards the sink. Ribbons of blood streak down his colorless skin, pouring out from a dark and glossy hole just beneath his jaw. You see it puddle and stain the edges of his hair a sticky red, the only sound besides your heart thudding is the soft thrums from the parlor.

“ When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang'll know I died standing pat.”

You’re in a daze, one where you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring. It doesn’t seem real. Is it real? But it’s not until you hear the sound of heels clicking against the wood floors that you drag your gaze to the noise. 

Toga’s standing near the stove, her features vacant, shoulders slouched, and she’s holding a knife that’s still wet.

What the fuck? 

You want to scream, berate her, seethe what the fuck was she thinking, or if she was thinking for that matter. But the blonde speaks up before you do, with a voice above a whisper. 

“He was going to leave me. Said he was too dangerous.” Toga doesn’t look in your direction, moving to the rim of pooled blood which has stopped spreading out, “I told him I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your jaw goes taut, staring incredulously at her steely face. The lack of emotion gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The man wasn’t a random suit who bled out on your floor, this moron was seeing Toga on and off for months and had been trying to be more present.

Nights spent arriving at your door with flowers and sweets, and driving her to work was becoming a staple in his routine. He preferred staying in Toga’s room if they had the day off, and he always slipped out when the morning frost dusted the grass, a soft bluish hue painting the streets before sunlight. 

But that’s not the problem. See, he was a core member inside the Mafia running the northern side of the city, ‘The League’ they like to call themselves. The only men above this guy was his boss Tomura, and the underboss Dabi. You don’t know the former, but you’ve spent time with the latter.

You’re aware of his sadistic nature that flashes behind those teal eyes, and he doesn’t try to  hide it, either. The sideway glances during a poker match before he fucked someone over , the smile he wore when you asked about the purple bruises on his knuckles. 

So fan-fucking-tastic, the broad has some nerve.

You curl your lip, already shrugging your shoulders from your coat. You toss it over the table and start rolling up your sleeves to the elbows.  

Toga finally turns towards you after catching movement by her side, brows raising confused, “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna grab his feet and we’re gonna move him onto the rug in the hall.” 

You step in the blood, grabbing him by the rusty black colored jacket and dragging him from the puddle. Of course it leaves drag marks, your heels making tracks alongside, but you can deal with the clean up later. 

Toga hurries over to help, carrying him by the legs and letting you guide the body to the floral rug.

“You don’t want to know what happened?”

You stop. Immediately dropping the dead weight, his blond head lolls off to the side. Your palms sheen with red, but you straighten up and push a beach curl from your cheekbone with the back of your hand.

“Not really. All I want is this fucker out of my house.”

It’s her turn to stare at you incredulously. This is completely out of nowhere for you to be assisting in hiding a dead boyfriend, even if you two are roommates. You’ve only been living together for four months now.

“Toga, I need you to listen, okay?” you say, a bit mockingly, “I can look past the murdering business by pretending you acted in self defense, but if you don’t have the goddamn brains to realize this idiot has friends, then I suggest you don’t stab people!”

Toga flinches slightly at the lilted pitch in your voice, already suggesting panicky, “We can take him to the woods and hide him there?”

“That’ll work.” You don’t think Twice about it.  

Working together, you both hoist him a couple feet onto the rug, refusing to look at his face. You didn’t need to be feeling a pang of guilt. It doesn’t take long for you to roll him towards the front door, as the material wraps around his figure. 

The hardest part is retreating to the car. The moment you push through the door, you see the distance from where you stand and the car parked a little down the sloping street. You both give a hard look to the powdery snow dusting the ground, quiet and enchanting. It would be beautiful...had you not been carrying a corpse.

“Stop being a little bitch and heave!”

“I can’t! You’re making me hold all the weight!”

“He’s off the ground! How the fuck are you holding all the weight?”

“But my arms hurt!”

“Fucking hell, Toga. What if I had stayed at my sister’s tonight? What then?”

“Stop yelling at me! I get it, alright? I shouldn’t have done it in the house!” 

Your bickering toils through the winds, muffled by the falling snow. The burst of cold air is running through your buttoned blouse while crossing to the 1929 Chevrolet causing a shiver to roll down your back. When you reach the car Toga plops the rug down onto the snow first, then you. Your wet fingers feel numb against the metal handle. 

There’s one entrance on each side, which likely will make shimming the body to the backseat  much harder. You pause, looking at the front in thought. 

“I’ll go first,” you say, “when he’s in, you go and grab our coats.”

“Are we burying him?”

“Think the lake’s faster.”

“What if it’s icy? They’ll see the hole if we throw him in.”

You both ponder your options for a little while, this isn’t exactly something you’ve done before...You can’t say the same for Toga, but she seems just as puzzled, almost clueless on how to get rid of her ex. 

Meanwhile, the rolled corpse behind you starts to slip downhill, little by little. The slanting street gives speed and the rug starts to roll.. Red droplets trail behind in its wake. 

You just happen to see it first.

“Toga—Toga, the body! The body!” 

Toga cries out, taking off after the rug as best she can on a frozen sheet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The graceful snowfall flutters with pain and chaos.

Toga skids against the fresh ice, feet stumbling under her navy blue dress. She falls to the ground with a hard thud, and you see she isn’t stopping. She keeps going alongside the body, sliding until the two disappear under another parked car. 

You don’t have time to think, a chill strikes up your spine in your panic. 

“Toga!” you call out, taking off after her. Unfortunately you find yourself abruptly on your back, pounding hard on the stones and stealing the breath from your lungs. 

If you could sigh right now you would. Or rather, if you could punch Toga right now you would, as rage twists with a throbbing pain in your chest. Was all this worth having a mobster roommate? The odds were piling against her. You have a mind to push her in the lake when you get there.

Several silent minutes go by with you staring up at the cloudy sky. It’s brighter from the illuminating white snow, and despite the icy powder prickling your flesh, you have no choice but to wait for the ache in your chest to fade. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

You hear a new voice, male, and the suave tone tells you who it is before he treads near. He looks over you with half lidded eyes of honey gold. 

He’s very pretty. The drifting snow flakes above his wheat coloured head manage to enhance this, though the uplifted eyes lined in black, and nicely sharp features are the last thing you want to see. You’re nowhere near ready to start lying out of Toga’s mess. 

“That can’t be too comfy down there,” Keigo says, bending forward with an outstretched hand,“C’mon, upsy-daisy.” 

You take his hand, feeling another leather glove hold your waist and lift you onto your feet. When you settle, he starts brushing the caked snow off your back. Mobster or not, he’s at least a gentleman.

“You alright?” he asks, giving you a once over for any fresh scratches.

You give a slow nod, crossing your arms over your chest. Fear’s got the better of you, and you look anywhere but him., “What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“Oh I am! You could say I’m on patrol, need to pick up a few things.” 

Your gaze stills to your left, heart skipping. Keigo’s not alone. Standing nearby, a slim figure dressed in black from head to toe is watching you two lazily. A thread of smoke seeps from his parted lips, clouding a handsome face and spikes of black hair. Keigo keeps talking, but you can’t take your eyes off the ghostly presence you know to be Dabi.

“Unfortunately that includes loverboy. He was supposed to be back hours ago, but we figured he’s still fooling around,” a little smirk tugs at his mouth, suggestively “He’s still inside, right?”

You blink, turning back to face Keigo, “I wouldn’t know, I just got home,” you lie. 

“Look at you! You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He starts suddenly, swiftly slipping his arms out from his heavy coat, revealing a black three piece with pinstripes, and a brighter crimson tie. In one smooth motion he twirls the long, beige coat over your shoulders, letting it rest over your figure.

“Thank you,” you say, before your eyes catch something. 

Dabi moves towards the clumsy skid marks, head tilting down to the red dots in the snow near his polished shoe. You stiffen.

“You sure you’re okay?” 

Your gaze flashes from Dabi’s retreating back to a politely smiling Keigo, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m really cold is all.”

“Well, we should get you inside. You know you left your door wide open?” Shit, the door. You forgot about the stupid door—

(Dabi looms across the indents in the snow and follows down the hill like a dark shadow against crystals illuminating bright.)

“Ah yeah, I thought I left my purse in the car. It was just for a second, and then I slipped,” You force a smile. Relax. You need to relax. Keigo doesn’t seem convinced, reading something off in your features.

“Is that right?”

(He gets the edge of the old Ford, and notes the specks of red soak wider here. The spots lead underneath.) 

“I know, it’s pretty foolish. It’s um...It’s a good thing you showed up when you did, or...”

Your eyes drift over Keigo’s shoulder. The underboss starts to crouch low. Your pupils shrink, a new wave of panic tingles the back of your neck. Damn him, why was he so clever? 

“Dabi, wait!” you shout, pushing past Keigo’s shoulder. In your hurry you kick up the snowy crystals, rushing to the taller mobster in his long obsidian coat. Dabi quickly turns, standing up.tall before you hook onto his upper arm like a lover. “I saw an animal go under there that looked hurt. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

A smirk that breaks into a grin spreads on his face, a look of amusement blooming from your look of fright. You want to glare at him, though that could be dangerous. Why does he like seeing you scared?

 “An animal, you say?” he parrots back, adopting the same mocking pitch you gave Toga earlier. He’s not in the least bit on edge, and you really don’t like that. He flicks his teal eyes up to look behind you just then, “Good thing I have the city’s best exterminator right here.”

As if on cue, you hear the crunching boots of Keigo walking to the car. “Give me a break with the dirty work, will ya?”

“What, scared of a little pest?” Dabi taunts back coolly.

 “I’m not too fond of getting my knees wet, actually,” Keigo returns quite dryly, sharp eyes studying the long pattern marks. He places his gloved hands on his thighs and drops himself to a crouch in front of the vehicle.

You desperately hope Toga proves you wrong. Maybe she had the common sense to bail while no one was looking. It’s all you can do at this point, while Keigo dips his head underneath. You don’t realize, but your grip on Dabi’s arm presses tighter into the wool.

Keigo inspects below for a moment. There’s a long pause like a winter evening should be. Silent. Calming. You can almost believe in the soothing little lie. Then Keigo coughs a laugh  that echoes through the street. Bursts of manic giggles grow louder from the mobster, leaving you tilting your head at his pushed back hair, confused.

“There’s a pest, alright! I think I caught something—“

Keigo reaches under, and with an impressively strong yank, Toga’s head pops out in a doe eyed stare. Her arms are wrapped around a bundled rug with a fairly familiar head sticking out. 

“Hey there, Toga!” Keigo exclaims, “When did you become a rat?”

 Dabi tips his head down, drawing the lit cigarette back to his lazy smile. He’s shockingly calm which does nothing to ease your shivering panic. Toga however, seems fine. In fact, she’s moved on to livelier feelings.

“Hey! Does it look like a rat could’ve done this?!” she snaps, shaking the body in her arms. It bangs against the bottom of the car sending loud echoes through the nearly empty street. Specks of blood dribble on the white ground, and a couple more drops spray her cheeks.

You stare up at the clouds, rolling your eyes. Goddamnit Toga.

“Yeah, I guess a rat can’t hold a knife, huh? Ya got me there.” Keigo turns and beams you a smug look, eyes half lidded in an expression that reads, nice try, but you failed.

You scrunch your nose, quietly shooting him back a glare. Asshole might’ve caught you both red handed, but he didn’t have to be so fucking cocky about it. It’s only charming when he has a winning hand at cards. Beside you, Dabi’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, though you don’t have the guts to flash him the same glower. He is second in command after all.   

“Yeah, see? That’s what I thought!” Toga says in victory.

You blink very, very slowly at Toga when she finally meets your vastly unamused gaze,“...Nice work, Toga.” 

It comes suddenly. A fiery warmth ghosts the dip in your waist as Dabi leans in. It’s not unwelcomed, raw and soothing even, but it hardly lasts. His hand curls around Keigo’s coat collar and pulls it off your shoulders. The crisp wind rushes to your exposed arms.

“You got any rat poison on you, Hawks?” Dabi tosses the coat to Keigo. 

He catches it mid air as he rises to stand. “Nah, fresh out. But we have some back at the house.” 

“You want to take care of our rat problem then?”

“Can do, boss man.”

Before you can figure out what they mean–what they have planned for Toga–Dabi’s pristine leather glove presses at the small of your back and directs you toward the pouring light of the open door. “Don’t wait up.”

It’s barely there, but as you shift your eyes to Keigo, his features take on a darkened look toward Dabi.

“Play nice, now,” you hear Keigo say. This time though, the joyous tone is gone. 

A new song hums on the radio when you’re pushed through the threshold, you listen to the richly solemn blues as Dabi closes the door. He turns the lock with a click and pockets the key.

“I forgive you 

'Cause I can't forget you.

You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea”

He doesn’t give you a passing glance, instead he turns and strolls down the freshly bare hall. He hasn’t removed his coat, and each room he passes he tilts his head in to search for something, stopping by the parlor. With a twist of a knob, he shuts off the radio.

“Where’d she ice him?” he asks, still not looking at you by the stairwell. 

“In the kitchen.” You return. No point in hiding it now. 

His steps creak the wood as he ambles further down, knowing full well where to go. He’s been here a handful of times; of course, those were happier evenings filled with drunken laughs.

You watch him stand by the doorway, staring at the vibrant mess of a crime scene. He pops the tip of his cigarette in his mouth before slipping from your line of sight. Dabi’s got the key to the door, so it’s not like you can run away—especially with Keigo just outside. It’s too risky to try and you know it, but it does cross your mind. 

Summing up the courage, you decide to follow Dabi with measured steps, “What are you going to do with Toga?” 

When you face the kitchen, Dabi’s near the table where you threw your coat. He has a hand in one of your pockets, and he’s fishing for something inside. It jingles in his grip as he stuffs it into his own pocket. Your car keys. 

“Are you going to kill her?” you try again, a little irked he’s swiping your things left and right. He doesn’t release your coat either, laying it over the crook of his elbow.  

He draws a final inhale from the dying bud, and crosses to the sink to snuff it out. An exhale of smoke blows out from his lips, “Killing her seems like a favor, don’t you think?”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

He turns, flicking teal eyes sheening with energy at you, “That lunatic’s no longer your concern. Right now, you ought to be more worried about yourself.”

Your features go taut, which in turn makes Dabi’s sadistic smirk return.

 “I didn’t help her kill him.”

“No,” he agrees, taking a few strides around the blood to approach you,“but you were willing to stash the stiff.”

“Yeah, for this very reason. I didn’t want you coming after me!”

Dabi draws dangerously close, mere inches apart as he glances down with lidded eyes, the smell of tobacco perfumes from his shirt collar nestled under a violet tie. He crooks his index finger, embellished with a silver ring, ghosting it under your chin. “How’d that turn out for you, babydoll?”

With a ruthless smile, he breaks the fixed stare and rounds you to the hallway. He seems to be making his way towards the parlor again, but the swish of your peacoat in his arm, set you off.

How dare he? You don’t like how he’s walked inside, claiming what’s yours. You might have your life screwed over, but at the very least you want your coat back as some semblance of control.

You stalk after him, picking up pace to aim for his arm. The clacks of your heels are loud, but you currently couldn’t care less about being sneaky, “Give it fucking back. You’re not keeping that!”

You lunge for the black wool, but as your fingers brush the material on his left elbow, Dabi whips the coat, rotating arms. You’re not fast enough, but you try a second reach for his right arm, huffing out a growl at his stealthy reflexes.

“Dabi, I’m serious! You’re such a—”

In a twirling motion his newly free palm shoves at your shoulder, pinning you against the stairwell’s wall. He’s close, so close, the blue flames in his eyes are absurdly intense. 

“That makes two of us. You’ll get this back when I say so.” 

His voice is low, soft lips almost connecting to yours. You tilt your chin up, glaring at him with fearful, tentative eyes. His gaze flashes with mirth, and he huffs a small laugh at you.

“I’ve always liked this about you. That spark inside you.” He muses. The peacoat spills to the floor. Dabi lifts his slender fingers, pushing back a loose curl from your cheek. 

Your stomach flips, as shocks tickle your skin. There’s been subtle flirting between you two before. You just wrote it off as overthinking the moment. Even though he only called you, babydoll, and he sat next to you at gatherings. How he filled your glass with water instead of booze as the nights waned. Now, you feel foolish for denying the little signs. 

“You have a horrible way of showing girls you like ‘em,” you counter back, your voice’s quiet but leveled. 

“Yeah?” he asks. The arm holding your shoulder tightens, while the other lowers to collect your long skirt. He traces his knuckles on the soft flesh of your thigh. As his hand trails up, his eyes remain fixed on your facial features. “Maybe this will help.”

His slim fingers reach the cotton slip, and it’s easy to pull off to the side, exposing the lips of your warmth. He tests the waters, sweeping the tips of his fingers across your folds. Your mouth parts in a breathless hitch in your throat. Dabi parts his own lips drawing near, ‘til his lips touch yours but not quite pressing together yet. His pierced nose bumps yours.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts, just before sinking two fingers between your folds, pumping deep and slow inside. “You’ll go upstairs and pack what you need. When you come down—”

He thrusts particularly hard into you, sending a gasping moan to fall from your open mouth. His voice remains calm, a hint of glee can be detected. Fucking bastard.

“—You’ll be leaving with me. You’ll work for me...Live with me…And you’ll do everything I say. You got it, babydoll?”

He adds a third finger, soaking his knuckles deep with your slick. He’s hitting the right spots, the perfectly deep pressure. Your attention turns hazy as wakes of pleasure tighten just below your stomach. Your hips buck against his thrusting hand, yet still, you manage to nod your head. 

Moans flutter from your lips and vibrate onto his smiling one. To heighten the pleasure he begins swirling your wet clit. “Ah, Dabi...Oh god, Dabi—”

He slows his fingers suddenly, which makes you cry out. He pretends to ignore it. “If you try to escape me...I will hunt you down and hurt you in ways that will marr that pretty skin of yours. I’ll make you scream so loud, and no one will be there to save you. Tell me you understand.”

He curls his knuckles, pressing into a rough spot at the top, pumping fiercely against your slippery, muscular walls. You cry out, squeezing at his shirt collar and coat. “Fuck—I understand, I understand! Baby, right there, ah!”

Dabi gives you no mercy. He tugs and twirls the bud of sensitive nerves, swirling with driven circles that clench your walls in wonderous pressure. You’re close, he’s so close to sending you in high bliss. Your moans get heavier, and your clenching more and more and—

He removes his fingers. Another cry of protest sobs from your mouth only to be swallowed by Dabi’s lips on yours. His tongue massages the moans from your breath, his scent of cigarettes and smoke immerse your senses as you drown in the kiss.

He slowly breaks apart with a wet sound, looking deeply in your lust-glossed eyes. His voice is low and arousingly husky. “Now get your things.”

Before you know it, Dabi pulls away from your shoulders, and turns for the parlor. You try catching your breath, watching his slim, muscular back...Did that happen? Did he rob you of everything? Your home, your life, your orgasm?

Eventually, with light steps you do as you’re told, and turn to climb up the stairs. What choice do you have? He has your life in the palm of his hand. And right before you make it to the top, your hand drawn on the railing, the spinning clicks of your house phone perk your ear.  

A long pause. Then finally, Dabi’s rich voice speaks up from the parlor,

“Hey, I’ll be needing a few guys at Togas...Yeah, we found him….Toga did him in pretty good...No, we’ll need the good bleach for cleanup.”

***

P.S, this might be a mini series 👀

[zorilleerrant]

Okay, so, you know that part at the end of the LEGO Shazam! movie where Billy somehow immediately knows that Mary is his sister but she has to introduce herself also? That’s real weird...unless she’s trans! But actually this story is mostly talking about Tawky Tawny. Enjoy!

The Family You Build

“Oh my goodness!” Billy says, running to hug his sister, the Justice League completely forgotten outside. He runs into her with a sharp clack, nearly knocking her over. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!”

Mary hugs him back, jumping up and down with him a little bit while they awkwardly try to figure out where to put their arms, and drags him upstairs so he can settle into their room, with bunk beds, just like they used to have. Well, initially it’s two separate beds, but at Billy’s horrified face, Mary snaps one on top of the other, and then it’s just like old times. “It’s so good to see you again, Billy! I thought I might not.”

“You!” Billy says, hugging her again, after a quick stumble, his foot getting stuck to the carpet. “I thought I might never see you again!”

“That’s the same, silly,” Mary says, and bops him on the face. She circles around him, sucking her foot free with the same clicking sound, and resting carefully on top of it after.

“I’m just so excited to have a sister!” Billy says, spinning her around so he can get a good look at her. In their excitement, it sounds like a tap dance, and he almost wants to rearrange their chairs into a stage. “Having a brother was boring. This is so much better!”

“Oh, good,” Mary agrees, spinning him around too, not to look at him, just in retaliation. He lands against the dresser and gets caught on the handle for a moment, yanking himself free and popping himself into the chair instead. “I thought you might be upset.”

“Upset? How could I be upset?” Billy asks, looking out the window, and then back to her. The Justice League still stand outside, frozen, as if waiting to become narratively relevant again. “We have this great house, with comfy bunkbeds, and I’m a superhero, and I’m friends with the Justice League, and we have an uncle to watch us, and I finally found you again after this whole time! And I’m not homeless in an abandoned subway!”

“That’s true,” Mary agrees. She starts organizing various hats in the closet, even though Billy doesn’t think they need quite that many motorcycle helmets. He doesn’t make a comment about her large collection of hair.

“We don’t have any tigers, though,” Billy tells her, instead. He yanks up a few patches of carpet to build one, even if it is blue, instead of tiger colored.

“Where would we get a tiger?” Mary asks, dismantling the bed to help make the tiger larger and more convincing.

Billy settles into the new hole in the floor to watch her work. “Well. We could help one get a job at a history museum when he moves to America.”

“Wait, how is he going to work at a museum?” Mary asks, pausing, the tail still unconnected from the rest of the tiger.

“Oh, as a tour guide,” Billy tells her, reassembling her work so the tiger stands upright, and adding a dapper hat from her collection. “He can talk, on account of he got that magic potion at the murder trial.”

“The murder trial?!” Mary says, leaping to her feet, tail still in her hand.

“He didn’t do it!” Billy reassures her, taking the tail from her and attaching it. “He never eats people. That’s important in all versions of his canon.”

“If you say so,” Mary agrees, and starts assembling the closet into shrubbery to keep the tiger company, ignoring what their uncle might think of the situation.

“Or he could be a stuffed animal that got imbued with magical powers as thanks for fighting a demon,” Billy adds, hastily making the tiger rounder and more cartoony, back on all fours again, as he puts the hat away.

“Like Calvin and Hobbes?” Mary asks, considering it, and putting the hat back on him.

“I’m not sure we’re allowed to mention that,” Billy tells her, covering the tiger’s ears. “Or he could be from a demon realm where he was persecuted for his very nature, and started a crusade against fantastic racism with blatant but shallow parallels to real world violence.”

“I’m not sure I like that one,” Mary tells him, as she helps him rearrange the blocks that make up the tiger again, pulling him back upright.

“No one does,” Billy agrees, and starts reassembling the tiger to look much more like a real one. “But, also consider, what if he were a random tiger on a random island that got magicked accidentally for supervillain plots and I met him once and instantly became best friends with him and then left and never saw him again!”

“O,” Mary says, holding the hat out in uncertainty, “kay?”

“Or I guess he could be not a talking tiger at all, just an emotionally meaningful plush toy,” Billy says, mournfully, breaking the blocks down into their round, cartoonish form again, “from that time my mom abandoned me at the fair and I never saw her again until I was fourteen. That there’s a callback to, later.”

“I don’t remember that at all,” Mary says, giving the tiger a pat. “And the second half couldn’t have happened yet.”

“Oh, in that version you have a completely different and unrelated mom,” Billy says, patting her and the tiger at the same time. “So I think that one isn’t going to happen here.”

“Only that many possible tigers, huh?” Mary asks, shaking her head, and putting the dapper hat on Billy instead.

“No,” Billy says, transforming it into a realistic looking tiger again. “Or he could be a regular tiger from the zoo, but also my best friend! And I could use my Shazam powers to make the tiger magic, because I can do that for any member of my family!”

“Wait, any member of your family?” Mary asks, hands fully up in the air.

“Yeah, why?” Billy asks.

“I’m a member of your family,” Mary tells him, smacking them back down onto his shoulders with an echoing click.

“Oh,” Billy says, bringing his arms up to vaguely cross hers. “I mean, the magic power kind of turns me into an adult man and I thought maybe you wouldn’t like that if that happened. But actually it didn’t make Wonder Woman not a lady!”

“So maybe it’ll work on me!” Mary agrees, popping up into a superhero pose, which Billy hurriedly copies, as they say together, “Shazam!” Her outfit changes to one with a lightning bolt. Also the power goes out. When it comes back on a moment later, the room is now a pile of loose bricks, no version of the tiger to be seen in the midst of it.

“So?” Billy asks, tilting back and forth to show off his suit, reminding you that he’s in superhero form, “do you feel any different?”

Mary walks around the room (a.k.a. pile of rubble) a little bit. She is also in her superhero form, just fyi. It looks the normal way like from the comics, probably. “I feel taller. But, look! I’m definitely a woman, and not a man! It works differently for me than you!”

“Yeah! You can tell because of the way the emphasis lines are drawn differently!” Billy says. “That was going to be really awkward otherwise, because I don’t know how to make the outfits change. They don’t come off the normal way.”

“You know it’s more than just the outfit, right, Billy?” Mary says, seriously, patting his hand. “I also had to have a hair transplant and a mouth repainting to leave me feeling my best.”

“Oooh,” Billy says, in understanding. “That’s serious. Was it scary?” They begin picking up bricks to put the room back together. Faster than normal because, if you remember, they’re still in superhero form.

“No,” Mary says, snapping bricks together into a bunk bed again, “it was a pretty quick swap. Not as fast as screaming Shazam! and then we’re adults in very bright and garish costumes and also the power went out and it blew up our room a little bit. Plus we have superpowers. But the Justice League didn’t have to be involved in that one.”

“But this way we’ll get to be friends with Tawky Tawny,” Billy says, beginning to rebuild the tiger from bricks neither of them can quite identify.

“What?” Mary says, trying to take them back to finish the bed.

“That’s the tiger,” Billy tells her, snapping the hat on its head.

[the-fiction-witch]

Shave

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE BENNY X READER RATING CUTE AF + FLIRTY

I sat eagerly watching the world come ever closer from the vast blue sky and cotton candy clouds down to the glass and metal skyline of the bustling city. Once we had properly landed I waited being one of the last people off the plane, I walked my heels clacking on the airport floor I grabbed my suitcase rolling it along with me sitting my handbag on top of it as I moved through the many things I needed to go through I was scanning the large open floor is shops and information for a phone to call my lift but I didn't need to, as I saw him.

Stood by the window watching the planes come and go, on his usual shoes, his typical slightly dirty jeans, his belt and knife close to him, in his black t shirt and green button down his black leather coat around him having pulled it close where he felt a chill his hat perched on his head I smiled and headed over he glanced away from the window and saw me he looked me up and down and smiled at me straightening up a little

"Hi Benny" I smiled

"Hi" he smiled "come on it's bloody freezing in here" he complained taking my stuff for me so we headed out to his car and loaded up my stuff climbing in and heading out into the busy new york streets

"Were you waiting long?" I asked as I got settled

"Not long I had a coffee just finished it before you came around" 

"Sorry you know what there like board at six barely off the damn ground by nine" I laughed

"It's alright, I was watching the planes"

"I saw"

"Well I didn't know what flight you where on"

"I did tell you?"

"Yeah but… I forgot" he admits 

"Silly boy" I laughed soon enough we pulled up at his apartment so I climbed out grabbing some of my stuff and heading down with him to the familiar little basement I put my stuff on the floor by the door kicked off my heels and sat my Jacket on the hook beside his own as he too slipped his jacket off and his hat kicking his shoes down the stairs and going into the apartment

"Coffee?" He asks 

"Yes please, lots-"

"Lots of milk, half the coffee I have. I know dolly" he laughs starting on the coffee

I sighed rolling my eyes at that stupid name, I don't know how he ever got into calling me that, well… technically I know. When we first got together in that weird smutty honeymoon phase he called me baby as my pet name I liked it fine but it slowly changes to babydoll as he couldn't call me baby when we were like in a supermarket and then over time it just became doll and then one time he just called me dolly and for whatever reason it just kinda stuck, I smiled going down into the apartment more and going over to the kitchen counter leaning over it a little and coughing expectedly "yes?" He chuckled "coffees coming water only boils so fast" 

I coughed again pulling my sad eyes at him 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I whined

He smiled leaning on the other side of the counter and giving my lips a little kiss I happily kissed back even if I was getting stabbed a little by his facial hair as we kissed gently and slowly till I pulled back

"Thank you" I smiled rubbing my cold nose on his

"Your very welcome" he smiled doing it back before kissing my forehead and going and finishing with the coffee so I went and unpacked my bags into all the places stuff usually gets put whenever I stay with Benny as he'd began leaving half his wardrobe, half the sink, a shower self for me and my things whenever I visited, soon enough he brought me my coffee I had a sip but put it on the table giving him a cuddle nuzzling my head into his shirt 

"I missed you"

"I missed you too." He cooes kissing my head "hey, come on course I've missed you I haven't seen you in like three months" he laughs hugging me tighter "course I missed my dolly" 

"Benny" I laughed giving him a shove 

"Come on, let's have a little speed chess then we'll head off to the store okay?"

"For snacks and things?"

"Yep, and… I'll be honest I've needed to go shopping for a while I just kinda wanted to wait till you for here as I know you'd want stuff" 

"Can we get take out on the way home?"

"Of course we shall get take away in the way home" 

"Yay! Love you"

"Love you too" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss 

"Oww" I complained

"What?"

"When did you last shave Benny?"

"Uhhh twelve years ago why?"

"You are so stabby today"

"Ohh I trimmed some of it because it was bugging me"

"Your so stabby" I whined "your kisses hurt"

"Awww I'm sorry" 

"Maybe you should just shave it?" I shrug going to the table 

"What!"

"You could it's an option"

"I thought you liked my mustache?" He whines wrapping his arms around me 

"I do, but I don't know a little change is good sometimes Benny,"

"But I thought you liked tickly kisses?" He smiles kissing all over my face and neck tickling me all the while 

"Benny!" I whined pushing him away and sitting at the table 

"You really want me to shave?"

"Maybe, I've never even seen you without it benny"

"I am not shaving this"

"Why not?"

"I have my reasons" he says sitting across from me 

"Like?"

"Well I'm not shaving it so your not going to find out"

"Benny come on tell me"

"Nope. I am allowed my secrets"

"Why? Are you worried I won't love you anymore if you shave it off?"

"Yes. And other things"

"I'll still love you benny, you just won't stab me, and tickle me"

"But I like tickling you, it's cute"

"Just like… just the beard bit?"

"No, I'm not shaving y/n. I shall trim it if it shall please mi lady but I'm not shaving it off" 

"Why? You got some kinda hideous scar under there?" 

"No, I just don't wanna shave"

"Birth mark?"

"No"

"Do you have a tattoo under there?" I asked 

"No. I just don't wanna shave"

"Why not?"

"Look are we playing speed chess today or not?"

"Would you shave it… for me?" I whined

"For you my dolly, I'd think about it" he says "only thing though no further"

"What If I offered to… visit more often?"

"I'd think about it"

"What If I offered to move in with you?" I suggest he looked up at me a moment a little suspiciously

"I'd think about it" he smirked 

"What If I…" I suggest moving my foot up his leg 

"I would… think about it" he smirked winking at me 

"What if…"

"Yes my pretty dolly?" He smirked 

"If I agreed" I smiled evily 

"Agreed to what?"

"You know what"

"Then I would give it… conservation"

"Fine, but I'm buying gum"

"Find just don't stick it behind your ear it grosses me out" he complained starting the clock.

I smiled as I laid in bed snuggly the covers around me tightly smiling as I watched him in his sleepy state I moved a little closer so he tightened his arms around me slightly shifting in his covers I went closer and gave his nose a little kiss he smiled at me and rubbed his nose on mine "hey, I thought you were sleeping?"

"I know"

"So you lied to me?"

"No, you didn't ask, I didn't say"

"Touche dolly" he yawns. I sat for a moment just watching him in his half asleep state watching his chest rise and fall. I moved my finger to boop his nose "yes?"

"Nothing go back to sleep" 

".... Okay?" He chuckled a little confused by me but not wanting to question it, I moved my finger to run across his upper lip feeling the sharp ends of the hairs as he had trimmed it, it slightly too long again improching over his lips, I moved down noticing the tiny little but under his bottom lip and how it didn't connect to his little beard, I went down further gently petting the hair there and messing with the little beard where it was too long and coming off his face till I tugged a little too hard "Oww!" He complained

"Wasn't me!" I yelped hiding under the covers

"There is only you and me in this apartment, and I know I didn't damn do it" he laughs before pealing the covers away "dolly?"

"Wasn't me" 

"I'm not shaving it," he says before turning over to face away from me 

"I'll kiss you more"

"No you won't"

"I'll give you… other kisses"

"Ummmm you said that when I wouldn't buy you strawberries I now buy you strawberries and my rate of blow jobs has not improved." 

"Are you keeping track?"

"Yes I am. So I don't fall for your promises again"

"I'll agree. To that question you keep asking me?" I smiled nuzzling with him letting him be the little spoon and kissing his bare shoulder 

"I will consider it" 

"How long does it take you to consider?"

"A while, come on bedtime. Or I swear to God I will grow a wizard beard"

"Nooooooooooo" I whined 

"Then go to sleep dolly" he laughs Petting my hair 

I was beyond excited, at last there was a tournament close to my home town only about half hour drive away so of course I went I hadn't seen Benny for a few weeks after my stay in new york with him so of course I was overwhelmed with excitement to see my lovely boyfriend I walked around the hotel seeing the usual people that I had known for a while now until I spotted the familiar coat and hat I knew so we'll as he stood away from me reading the board I smiled and hugged him tight as tightly as I could "awww Benny I missed you" I giggled

"Awww hey dolly I missed you too" he laughs turning and giving me a cuddle to kissing my hair "course I missed you y/n. You didn't have to come all the way out here to see me you know"

"Well I wanted too" I giggled nuzzling with his black jumper "I missed you so badly"

"I missed you too." He smiled I moved away and I had a heart attack "what?"

"You shaved your face?"

"I did"

"who is this infant?" I asked 

"Funny really funny y/n"

"Are you sure your Benny?"

"Pretty confident"

"My boyfriend doesn't look like this"

"Well this is what happens when I shave?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I shaved my face. Like you asked me too"

"I think I liked it better before" 

"you said you wanted me to shave it?"

"Yeah because I'd never seen you without it… now I see it. I don't like it that much" i explained before giving his lips a kiss "… ohh grow it back"

"What?"

"Grow it back I hate it"

"I can't just grow it back dolly" he laughs

"Now!" I complained "put it back"

"I can't just grow what was literally twelve years of facial hair back in a few seconds Because you decide you liked me better before." 

"Please Benny grow it back" I whined

"Nope you wanted this, now you gotta live with it"

"You look like seventeen"

"I know! What do you think I bloody grew the damn thing for" 

"That's why you grew it?"

"I have a babyface I know I do, so I grew it, that and I'll be honest shaving is really boring and I couldn't be bothered"

"I definitely like it better then without. I'm sorry"

"It's fine. You still love me dolly?"

"Of course I do" I smiled "just please grow it back"

"I shall try" he says "and I love you too"

"How long will growing it back take?"

"No idea it grows slowly I did this right after you left new york and in not even getting stubble yet" 

"Awww poor benny" I giggled holding his hand 

"And my face is so cold. I don't have much but it was just like a little jumper, a little scarf to keep me warm." He complained 

"Aww well I'll just have to keep you warm Benny" I giggled hugging him

"Awww okay. Also… I did as you asked so, are you going to uphold your part of our deal?"

"What deal?"

"That if I shaved you'd… agree to what I've been asking about?" He asks rubbing his nose on mine 

"You said you'd consider it"

"And I considered and I did it so… dolly owes me her side of our deal"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Okay. Once the competitive chess season is over. We can make arrangements I suppose"

"Ah ah ah. I wanna hear it"

"Yes Benny. I'll marry you"

"Excellent. Now I've got a match to play, you can start thinking what kinda ring you want" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss and heading off to this match.

[sweetest-honeybee]

Down to Dust

Chapter 1

Fic Summary: Grian will have to keep the dragon egg secure for the Watchers. But, they’re not the only ones who want it. On a completely unrelated note, Mumbo will have to deal with a version of himself thats only amplified by his No Killing mindset.

Chapter Summary: Grian’s getting tired of Scar’s shit and Mumbo thinks he’s a responsible adult.

Word Count: 1392

TW: None

Note: TEGG doesn’t exist in this fic

Enjoy!

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This was the third time this week that Scar managed to find Grian’s hiding spot for the dragon egg. Grian was sure that he couldn’t have possibly found it behind one of the sheep in his farm and yet, here the two builders were, one with a proud smirk on his face and the other glaring with a somewhat playful disdain. They stood in the center of Grian’s base interior, the avian cradling the egg in his arms.

“Someday I’m going to hide this egg a thousand blocks away in the ocean,” he said. “I bet you’ll waste your time then.” This was only met with a snort.

“Hey, I might. You never know,” Scar shrugged. “You never let anyone near it, it only makes it more fun!”

Grian rolled his eyes, biting back a smile at the other’s blatant ignorance. “I never let you near it. Besides, it's a fruitless attempt for me at this point.” He turned and rested the egg on a nearby anvil. “If I don’t let anyone near it, it’s because you told them to touch it in the first place.”

Scar raised a finger to say something but clamped his mouth shut with a reddening face. “Mumbo wanted to touch it,” he opted to retort.

The other didn’t reply, only facing his friend with a raised brow and crossed arms.

“Okay maybe I talked him into it but that’s not the point.”

Only now did Grian break into a grin. “Well, I hope you look forward to never seeing this egg again.” He tapped at the top of the shell. “It’s too special to lose.”

“Yeah I bet it is after it took five minutes to kill the dragon,” Scar laughed. “You’ve never told anyone why it’s so special, though. I’m curious.”

“That’s for me to know,” he jabbed a finger at Scar ,”and for you to never find out.”

“Ah, but I will.” Scar pulled his sleeve to check his watch. “But, my time here is done. I’ve got wagons to build.” With a tip of his hat, he exited the base.

Grian watched as the door shut behind him. “Talk about time management,” he mused.

With that, he sighed and swiveled his gaze to the egg. Under the later afternoon beams, it was a beautiful thing. Its contents, however...The avian shook his head. For now, it was a peaceful souvenir from his battle. Although, it wouldn’t be his to keep. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. It belonged to a much more powerful family of beings.

And so Scar needed to keep his hands off of it.

Despite this, however, Grian hardly minded the shenanigans. He wasn’t exactly praised by the egg’s owners; really, he lacked a more...optimistic relationship with them. Having his rank and abilities revoked by the Watchers was almost as bad as being disregarded by them as a Player entirely. He shuddered at the thought but followed Scar’s choice to leave the building; he wondered what his neighbors were up to. Although, he probably shouldn’t have left the egg so exposed should Scar try to touch it again.

He rolled his eyes to himself, then looked around. Scar, like he mentioned, was stringing together small wagons. Grian cringed at how much copper the man used in his builds- not because of distaste but that he could hardly imagine himself spending so much time grinding for the stuff. He glanced at his roof.

Well, maybe he could.

His gaze then rested on Pearl’s and Impulse’s bases, then Mumbo’s. It was strangely quiet this afternoon. He’d hardly seen any of the three since the day before. Mumbo moreso, but the other two not so much. Curious, he made his way across the field. Only then did Mumbo’s head pop out of a hole by his surface farm did Grian notice that anyone except Scar was out there at all.

Grian stopped and watched as his mustached friend pulled himself out of the hole. Unsurprisingly, he was covered in patches of mud and dust starting at the tips of his fingers. As he noticed that Grian was there, he waved.

“Hey!” Mumbo greeted happily. He stood and dusted himself off in a useless effort to look somewhat presentable. “Sorry about the mess, I’ve been fixing some things in the potato farm.”

“I thought that usually didn’t involve rolling in the dirt,” the avian chuckled. “I’m trying to keep Scar off of the egg.” Mumbo raised a brow. “No, it didn’t work.”

“Huh, I thought he’d never find it in the sheep pen.”

Grian scoffed. “You’d think.”

“You could hide it in someone else’s base. Or better yet, in his own base,” Mumbo suggested.

The avian contemplated the idea, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I can’t really let it go anywhere else.”

“You can’t or you won’t? I can babysit the egg.”

At that, Grian laughed a single ‘HA’ at the proposal. “I’d rather have Scar just take it,” he replied. “No offense. It’s a magical egg, you couldn’t handle it.”

The redstoner gaped with offense despite Grian’s comment. “I think I’d be great at it!”

“Right, right,” the other sneered, but couldn’t help but to giggle at the thought. Eventually, he calmed himself. “Anyways, I’ve got work to do. I suggest a bath for you as well.” Grian looked Mumbo up and down. “You need it.” With that, he rocketed himself away with a salute.

Mumbo stared in disbelief, then turned to Grian’s house. He’d be a great babysitter for the egg! Grian was only just trying to insult his obvious responsibility. Seeing as Grian couldn’t keep the egg away from anyone, it wasn’t like he was much better at the task. Besides, he couldn’t kill the dragon, so what better way to obtain a dragon egg than through showing Grian just how responsible he was with it.

With that thought, the redstoner looked around. Nobody other than Scar, who was busy building, was around. So, he more or less stealthily creeped his way into Grian’s base. If anything he probably looked like a long legged spider. Mumbo expected the dragon egg to be hidden once more but much to his surprise, it was blatantly out in the open. He almost face palmed for Grian’s sake. It was too easy. He hastily plucked the egg from its place and shoved it into his inventory. Hopefully, Scar wouldn’t find it odd for Mumbo to have been there should he notice anything weird.

Mumbo left quickly and already began conjuring plans for a vault. Knowing Grian, it hardly needed to be in any way complex. Where to put it, however, was the question plaguing his mind. He really didn’t have a lot of space to work with. But, the underground potato farm should work just fine. Behind the backdrop was a perfect area. So, he did just that. Within hours, the vault was done and dusted. In it, a quartz interior with a pillar topped with a purple pillow. Mumbo looked around, admiring his work. He then turned to the pillar and pulled the egg from his inventory. He placed it on the pillow carefully, almost as if he wanted the egg itself to be comfortable. With a pat to the top of the egg, he left the vault.

It’s been a while since he last saw Grian. The builder should’ve returned to his base by now and saw that the egg was missing. Mumbo supposed that Grian was simply hanging out with their neighbors. He ascended the ladder, still covered in layers of soil that fell from the wrinkles in his now stained white undershirt. The redstoner peeked his head out of the hole. The sky was dark and littered with stars. Zombies groaned and skeletons' bones clacked blocks away.

Ah, Grian might’ve been sleeping.

He sat on the edge of the hole, legs still dangling inside, and checked his watch. It was late and tremendously so. How long had he been under the ground for? He raked his fingers through his hair. Well, time to sleep then. He made his way to the van and after he did, he looked out once more before sliding the door shut. Tucking himself into bed, he drifted into a peaceful slumber. The thought of the stolen egg hardly left any thoughts on his mind.

[aceofspadegrass]

Pranking Kuzuryuu

Characters: Kuzuryuu Keiichi, Mira Kano, plus the mentioned cast of Tatta Kodai, Hatter, Niragi Suguru, Ann Rizuna , Chishiya Shuntaro , Aguni Morizono, and Last Boss

Genre: Fluff and crack. Kuzuryuu's just having a weird day while Mira is being Mira.

1.2k words

Here it is! It's mostly Kuzuryuu having to explain the bullshit I put him through, but it gets the job done. Besides, he gets tea as a sort of apology. :D

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Mira hums to herself as she carefully prepares tea for herself and Kuzuryuu in the quiet setting of her assigned room, the table in truth just her bed with a piece of cardboard she asked for laid underneath the blanket and draped a tablecloth over. Granted, Mira could have done this down in the dining hall, where there were actual tables, but she knew Kuzuryuu knew she was a bit of an oddball at times, and there was little privacy down there. After all, nobody else needed to see them having a conversation like this.

She picks up the plate she left in the connected bathroom, small cookies already resting on top as she carries it to her makeshift table, setting it perfectly in the middle. On either side were the currently empty teacups and saucers, the cup closer to the window a bright red colour resting upon white, the one parallel a rich blue one. Mira smiles to herself as she sets a stool in front of each, the click of the electric kettle telling her that her hot water was ready.

She gently picks up the kettle and moves to her teapot, which sat in the bathroom and pours half, still idly smiling to herself. Setting the kettle down, she picks up her teapot and swirls the water inside before dumping it out. She watches it flow down the drain, her hands reaching for the tea box she set next to the pot. Opening it, she scoops a fair amount in and shuts it once more, the wood hitting the marble with a nice clack.

Yet more hot water goes within the teapot, and she shuts the lid, bringing the whole thing outside and setting it on the impromptu table she made. Mira sits down just as there was a knock on her door, her smile brightening.

“ Come in~♥︎” She calls out, and the door opens, calm yet with a bit of extra oomph to its pace that Mira silently giggles at. Once she caught sight of Kuzuryuu, she offers a bow of her head as greeting.

Kuzuryuu, covered in wet spaghetti, flour, and confetti, nods his head back in greeting. His eyebrows were furrowed as he steps in and shuts the door, picking off more spaghetti that fell in front of his face. One of his lenses was absolutely caked in white, but Kuzuryuu seemed to not have bothered, continuing to attempt to make himself at least presentable for the tea party.

“ Sorry I was late, some…. things came up.” Kuzuryuu mutters as he finally gets a decent amount of stuff off.

“ Oh, don’t worry, I just got the tea ready for us! Just wait a minute or two so it can steep.” Mira waves her right hand in both a gesture of dismissal and for Kuzuryuu to take his seat. Kuzuryuu does sit down, Mira folding her hands in her lap. “ Do you want to talk about it? I’m all ears you know~”

“ Ah, it’s nothing terrible. Just the usual shenanigans that happen.” Kuzuryuu states, watching as Mira opens the pot and carefully removes a portion of tea leaves out and drops them into a napkin. “ Must have been a simple prank war that I was caught in the middle of.” Mira quirks an eyebrow, her lips never dropping once as she pours a cup for the both of them. Kuzuryuu thanks her with another head nod, picking up the cup only when Mira set the teapot down.

“ The first thing was I was suddenly awoken this morning by the mechanic boy, the one with the hat. He came in with a power drill and started trying to unscrew my shower apart, which was rather odd. He didn’t leave for a while, but he did apologize for waking me up.” Kuzuryuu takes a sip of tea, eyes deep in thought as he began to recall his day. “ Then Hatter needed me in private, so of course I came to see what he needed. Instead, we ended up watching some movie about some bank robbers, but with an ocean involved. He wouldn’t let me leave until we watched the entire thing.” “ Was it a good movie?”

Mira receives a loose shrug. She nods a little, drinking her tea as he continued onwards.

“ After that, it was quiet for only half an hour at best, although it felt much shorter. Suddenly I hear a shout and it’s raining balloons. Several people got hit, but they weren’t normal water balloons, these were filled with flour instead. It got everywhere, and on everyone who came past.” He gestures to his hair, which stubbornly clung to a bit of it within the black expanse of his hair. “ It wasn’t that long, and I’m sure it was the Niragi guy.” “ Ooh, is that so?~” “ Yes. I still don’t see why you seem oddly fond of his chaos.” “ It’s funny~♥︎”

“…. Right. Anyways I wanted to head back to my room to change, but Ann came by and requested my presence.”

Mira sets her cup down with a soft clink, Kuzuryuu rubbing his temples. Her smile softens a little, yet never leaves as she watches the pure frustration in Kuzuryuu’s expression.

“ I don’t know what she was up to but she needed help carrying multiple buckets of raw intestines to the freezer. It was an odd task for sure. Not my cup of tea.” Mira gestures to his tea cup, which he had set down during his mini rant, Kuzuryuu tapping a finger against the china. “ This is my cup of tea, yes I am very aware of that.”

Mira simply giggles, urging him to continue.

“ Right. After that I tried to head to my room again, but Aguni had come by to tell me of your tea party, and slapped me on the back, which was rather odd. Usually he’s not that… touchy with people.” “ That was all?”

“ I had thought so, until someone pointed out that there was a ‘Say stuff about my hair’ paper taped to me….. after 10 other people told me that my hair looked nice.” “ Aren’t they sweet.” “ It was more interestingly tame compared to a lot of the other stuff, I suppose.” Kuzuryuu stares down at a cookie, Mira waving her hands over them as a silent invitation. Kuzuryuu picks one up and eats it, chewing quietly as his gaze stayed downwards. “For example a little after that the small Chishiya guy came by and sprayed me with a toy water pistol, then hit me with pocket sand confetti. Which he clearly did state. I don’t know why or where he even obtained pocket sand.” Kuzuryuu mutters through a bit of cookie.

Mira giggles, and finishes her first cup. “ And the spaghetti?” “ The one with the tattoos piled them on my head as I walked here. Came down the hall and dumped a bowl full of it on my head, then left as if he wasn’t doing a single illegal thing.”

Mira giggles, resting her elbow on the palm of her other hand. Her free hand rested on her cheek as she leant into it. “ Well didn’t you have an interesting day today~”

Kuzuryuu sighs and finishes the rest of his tea, grabbing the pot and refilling for the both of them. “ I guess. Any particular reason why it was me being seemingly targeted today?” Mira only smiles wider like she was a child caught with the cookie jar, and Kuzuryuu runs a hand down his face like the exasperated parent who caught her. “ …. Of course it was.”

[bubble-booty-cuties]

Yesterday, the bindings on Naoto's ass came a bit loose, which seemed to distract Senpai when she subtly probed him for info (read: had a steamy makeout/petting session with him at school). Thinking she could get him to slip up and reveal something, Naoto not only ditched them entirely, she wore her tightest, ass-huggingest pants. Unfortunately, she didn't how much the attention she's getting turned her on, or how sensitive her ass really was, until Senpai had gotten his hands on them.

Once again, I took this ask and turned it into something bigger, sorry if you were hoping for something else!

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"Y-Yes Niijima-San.. Yes, I know.. I require a bit more time before I can show you anything concrete, but I promise you, I am very close to cracking this case wide open! I need only find my in, and I will have my suspect! Yes, I won't fail!" With a tap of her phone the call was ended, and Naoto looked straight ahead towards her destination.

Well, she tried to at least, currently she was doing her absolute best to turn invisible in the middle of a busy backstreet, and failing, unsurprisingly.

Even as she looked down low at the ground, hiding her face behind the rim of her hat, the echoes of her own high heels clacking against the stone ground reverberated loudly, and she could hear every one of her steps. Though she was having a bit of trouble, she'd quickly grown used to the shoes and her pace was quick, hoping to reach Leblanc with some ounce of dignity left, at least.

And why was she dressed in such eye catchingly blue, high heeled shoes? Well, it was to accentuate the rest of her outfit, something Ann had managed to drill into her when she'd made her purchase the shoes on one of their outings. For the shoes matched her dark blue button up shirt, blending wonderfully with her own hair. And they even matched her deep blue lipstick covered lips.

Of course, that was just about the most normal part of her outfit. Foregoing her chest binder once again, her plump, perky breasts bounced freely with each long stride of her long legs, straining against her shirt and revealing her deep, creamy pale valley of cleavage that not only stretched out her shirt, but pressed her erect nipples against the soft fabric, making each move a slight, shiver inducing feeling of fabric against sensitive nubs.

Naoto cursed silently as another man passing by tripped and stared like she was the first woman he'd ever seen, his head following her even as she passed by, no doubt looking at her massive, wobbly globes of meaty ass hang out of her extremely tiny, slutty jean booty shorts. Did she forget to mention the shorts? How silly of her, it wasn't as if she felt like she was walking around in nothing but a thong in public with the chill to match.

And speaking of thongs, hers hugged her hips high above where the shorts ended, putting together the perfect slutty image that she regretted she pulled off so well. Damn her naturally curvy figure. Damn her perky, ballooning tits that even Makoto looked jealous of when she saw how they naturally stayed perky. And damn her massive, round, bouncy butt that she could literally feel jiggling with every step!

Why couldn't things have been easy and she was just small? No, she had to be short AND stacked. Even her thighs were plump and meaty, something that made all kinds of men stare. She swore her face would catch fire if one more man whistled after her. But she was so close, so close to Leblanc and so close to making Senpai confess to his crimes!

That's what all of this was for! She had to keep reminding herself, even as her shorts rode up between her perfectly meaty, fat, giant cheeks like a second skin, like a thong, and even as she convinced herself that NO she wasn't wet. You have no proof otherwise! Senpai's weakness, that's what this was! He talked more when she'd dressed like this, talked more when he had her on the ropes doing lewd things to her, talked more into her ear while he was fingering her holes then he ever had before!

That was her chance, she had to make him talk through any means necessary! And if that meant dressing like a five dollar whore for him to toy with while he finally slipped up and spoke of his status as the head of the Phantom Thieves, then goddamnit that's what she was going to do! She was a Shirogane Detective, and she would do what it takes!

"But maybe I should have at least brought a coat.." She muttered to herself as she finally made it to Leblanc's front door, the sign reading closed, but the lights on inside. She'd texted him, told him she'd be coming over, so surely the door was unlocked? At least that meant she wouldn't have to be gawked at by men on the street, but perhaps the alternative of being toyed with and.. Licked was the wasn't the lesser of the two evils..

Bells rung out above her head as she pushed her way inside, making sure the door behind her shut and locked, just so she and him were left alone, and no one walked in while she was dressed this way.

"Senpai? I'm, um, I'm here!" The detective however got no response, the cafe lit up, but seemingly quiet.

"Senpai?" She called out again, hoping for a reply. With a cautious step, Naoto stepped deeper into the cafe and towards the stairs of the attic, where her suspect's room was.

"Hello? The door was unlocked so I let myself in!" She called out just as she made it to the top of the stairs, just to see.. Nothing. The young man was nowhere in sight. Not even his feline companion was in his room.

"What? But he knew I was coming over. Perhaps I should try his cell-Ah!!"

"Why don't we skip to the fun part?"

Naoto squealed yelled in fright as she felt the large, warm hand of her Senpai suddenly smack grip her bubble butt as hard as he could, his other arm snaking around her slim waist and hugging her back closely to his chest, and she didn't even hear his footsteps coming up the stairs! H-How did he sneak up on her?!

"S-Senpai! How did you-? N-No, it doesn't matter, I've come to talk with you!" Naoto tried her best to relax against the young man, but she usually found it difficult when he was groping and mauling her fat ass like a stress toy.

"You came to talk," He started, plainly, evenly, even as he felt p her curves. He simply talked gently into her ear. "You came to talk, dressed in this?"

"I-I.." Naoto froze, looking down at her own clothes, her own perky breasts, feeling her own heat racing. Was it excitement? Was it worry? Why were things never easy with him..? "I need to ask you a few questions, S-Senpai.."

"Sure." Was all she heard as he began kissing the side of her neck, one of his hands snaking down between her thighs in the way it always did when they were alone, in the way that made her spread her legs for him instinctively.. Pushing her pelvis against his hand as if to invite him inside of her..

N-No! Focus! The bluenette detective bit her lip, her face bright red once again, and she tried her best to focus on anything but the pleasure of his fingers.

"Senpai, where were you on-Aah~!" His fingers hooked against her inner walls, and she was gently lead to his bed in the corner of the room, pushed slowly, her high heels clacking loudly. "Wh-Where were you on the night o-of October 8th?"

The young man froze for a second, his fingers paused in her folds, before continuing the next, so quickly she almost didn't catch it, but she did, and she wasn't sure what emotion filled her in that moment.

"With my friends." Was all he said as they both got on their knees on the bed.

"Wh-Where, Senpai?"

"Here and there."

Naoto had to actively rip her mind away from the hope that he was going to bend her over and eat her out again, she had to stop herself from looking forward to the feeling of his face between her- Stop! She's so close! She can feel it!

"Plea-Mmh~! Please answer the question, S-Senpai!" She needed to know! She.. Fuck, why was it so hard to focus when he was so close?! She couldn't even think of what else to ask, her practiced questions, her traps she had thought up for days! Not when he was so close to bending her over once again, not when she wanted to feel his tongue slither passed her tight pucker once more!

That feeling of his tongue inside her ass, it was.. Damnit she'd resorted to fingering her own backdoor on nights he'd teased her just to leave her alone! Her face burned, her lower lips burned with need even more, and all she could remember was that she needed to know the answer to that one damn question!

And then he stopped, with them both on their knees on the bed, he'd stopped his fingers from toying with her, and he pulled away from her sensitive neck to talk into her ear.

"How about a wager?" Naoto's eyes shot open from their clenched shut state in surprise. "If you win, I'll answer any question you want with the truth-"

The detective's heart raced in her chest, the whole truth, there, right there within her grasp.

"And if I win, you have to answer any question I want, with the full truth."

"Wh-What's the wager..?" Whatever it was, she needed to try, she's so close, she could feel it.

"Simple. The first one to cum loses." Excited butterflies bubbled up in her tummy, but just so did trepidation. She'd never made him cum, he'd only ever toyed with her, made her scream, or made her.. Make a mess..

"B-But how am I supposed to.. I-I've never made you.." She trailed off, the words burning in her mouth, but she was far to embarrassed to tell him to his face she wanted to know how to make him cum.

"It wouldn't be fair if we weren't both having fun," He whispered even closer, making her shiver and squirm in place. "So you're going to bend over, and I'm going to fuck you."

"Wh-What?!" Naoto wasn't stupid, she was a Shirogane detective for christ's sake, she had questioned why he'd never tried to go the next step, why he'd never.. Bent her over and fucked her. And on those steamy nights alone, she'd fantasized about it, wondered what it was like..

"Your choice. You can leave if you want." His hands slid down her sides to grab her wide hips, pulling her plump, jiggly ass back against his covered cock, straight up showing her that he was ready to rail her, much to her burning hot embarrassment. "Or, you can get on all fours, and I'm going to rail your ass 'till you're squealing."

He was plain, as usual, and she doubted he was much for negotiating his terms right now. The choices were simple. Leave, or let him fuck her from behind. The choice was obvious.

Slowly, on shaky legs and arms, Naoto leaned forward onto all fours on the bed, laying her well endowed chest down low on the bed, and raising her extra meaty, plump ass high up into the air, those tiny booty shorts riding up deep between the valley of her ass, both hefty cheeks wobbling as she got comfortable in her new position.

Looking back over her shoulder, Naoto's pretty face looked more feminine then ever as she gently held the pillow for comfort, her hat hiding one eye as the other looked at him with excitement and worry. And her voice broke the tension in a way that reminded him who she was, so soft and girly.

"P-Please be gentle, S-Senpai..~"

Joker's cock nearly broke passed his belt as all the blood in his body raced to his appendage at once, his cool guy act all but gone and replaced with pure, red hot horny at the sight of that massive fucking ass wobbling like jello on one of the cutest girls he's ever met. How could she expect him to be gentle after that?!

"S-Senpai~!" Naoto squeaked out as she felt the man smack her ass as hard as he could, he heart beating out of her chest as that feeling of pleasure from a spank came back 10 fold. But she wasn't focused on that. No, she was focused on the fat, raging, throbbing, veiny slap of meat that just slapped down on her ass with a weighty thud, the first cock she'd ever seen in person and it looked hard enough to cut glass, and felt like a bat as it slapped down between her warm cheeks.

Th-That was going in her backdoor? It was throbbing and twitching with need, and it looked so huge, thick and long! And it was so hot! Naoto already felt heated and steamy in the young man's bed, her cheeks lightly peppered with beads of sweat, but the warmth between her cheeks now was like an oven with that fat cock squished between them.

And it was squished between them, sandwiched in between those meaty buns like it belonged, the first thing she'd felt him do was press his cock deeper in her newly slippery valley of heat, and now the head of his cock was almost the only thing visible as it poked out passed her cheeks and over her lower back.

Naoto bit her lip to fight back the adorable little noises she threatened to make as she felt her Senpai grab her asscheeks, squishing her globes together like balls of dough, with his veiny cock right in the middle. And finally, she felt her body lightly rock on the bed as he began thrusting his cock between her sweat slicked cheeks.

"Ahaaa~! Senpai~!" She could feel his thrusts grow faster between her cheeks, and she could only think about how her Senpai was using her pillowy butt like an onahole! B-But, she remembered the wager, if she could m-make him cum first, then she'd win!

With a peptalk and hope not a single soul could see her besides the obvious, Naoto braced herself against the bed and did what she'd seen Ann and even Futaba do a number of times before.. With a bounce of her extra wide birthing hips, Naoto started twerking her massive fat ass on her Senpai's c-cock! Each and every twerk of her hips made her ass jiggle and ripple like two massive water balloons, her cheeks clapping against his hips heftily as he let go of her and let her work.

Naoto had never felt this way before, the embarrassment was like a forest fire against her pretty face, and she'd wondered if she ever saw herself doing something so.. so.. Lewd! But, the moment she heard the deep, masculine, pleasured grown of the young man behind her, Naoto felt.. Sexy.. She felt good knowing her extra plump rear was good for something other then ripping open her favorite trousers.. That groan was from her twerking on her Senpai's dick, from her making him feel good, and she just couldn't stop herself from slipping her own hand down the front of her shorts, toying with herself at the feeling of his cock between her sweaty cheeks.

The plapping of her cheeks against his hips echoed in the room as the young man groaned in pleasure, and once more the harsh sound of him smacking her fat ass and her high pitched squeal filled the room instead.

"A-Aaah~! I-It's okay, S-Senpai~! You can c-.. Cum whenever you w-want~!" Naoto tried to sound sexy, anything she could to make him cum early, to win the wager, but one look back at that throbbing beast between her cheeks and the look in his eyes made her realize he wasn't anywhere close to being done.

Suddenly, Naoto felt the man pull his cock free from her her warmth and felt him grab her booty shorts, yanking the poor excuse for pants down around her thighs and down onto the bed below, leaving her extra fat ass bare of all but her tiny blue thong that couldn't hope to hide her jiggly cheeks, let alone the cute little twitching pucker between them.

"W-Wait, S-Senpai-!" Naoto squeaked in ways she didn't wanna think about tonight, her voice high and feminine, pretty and girly, and she sounded so needy it hurt to think about. But what else was she supposed to do when she felt the tip of her Senpai's cock slid up and down her cheeks, pressing lightly against the fabric between his cock and her pink ring, as if taunting her.

"Senpai, pl-please, just-" Naoto pushed her face in deeper to the pillow when she felt him grab her thong and pull it out from between her cheeks, not even taking them off, just pulling the small blue string to the side, catching on her plump cheek. And with two jiggly handfuls, the young man pulled her cheeks apart and once again was greeted with a front row seat of her needy, wet, twitching holes.

"P..Please don't stare Senpai.." Naoto's gasping breaths were quick and uneasy as the gravity of her position finally set in, and she knew her Senpai was looking at at her little backdoor, with his member hard and waiting for it's chance to enter inside of her.

"You're so pretty, Naoto."

It was those simple, quiet words that made Naoto push her face into her pillow in embarrassment, warmth spreading in her chest at the compliment.

"It's why you can't expect me to hold back."

"A-Aaah~!" It was a sudden, warm, wet pressure against her back door that made her clenched eyes shoot open in surprise, the feeling of his broad, throbbing hard tip against her tight little pucker was as pleasurable as it was shocking. There was a slight amount of pain, a feeling of something so big pushing into her that only his tongue and her own fingers had gotten into, but it wasn't unbearable.

Certainly, that didn't stop Naoto from gripping the pillow and sheets as tight as she could as the pressure against her asshole only got stronger, and she felt the warm precum drip out onto her ring of muscle.

He was slow but firm, and just like that, with a wet little plop, Naoto's anal cherry was popped, and her tiny asshole spread and clenched around the tip of her Senpai's cock, feeling bigger then it ever had before.

"S-Senpaiii~!" There was a dull pain that mixed in with radiating warmth and pleasure, and the tip of his cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, completely still as the man stopped his push to slide his hands up from holding her cheeks open, to holding her wide, sultry hips like handle bars. And it was all the break she got before he started right back up again.

"Ha-Haaaa~! S-Senpai~! You're so-!" Deep, that's all she could think of, as inch after inch of thick, throbbing, veiny cock slid passed her stretched little ring and into her warm little asshole, inch after inch filled her and reached places she'd never felt before. There was pain, but it was deeply overshadowed by an intense, blistering hot feeling of pleasure and fullness as he plundered her insides, making sure she couldn't pull away even if she tried by pulling her wide hips back to meet his narrow ones, watching her extra fat ass swallow up his dick hungrily while she made the most adorable noises ever.

And just as she felt like his cock was reaching her very core, making her head spin, it stopped, and she felt her wobbly cheeks meet his with a small clap of flesh on flesh, his balls nuzzled comfortably against her wet, dripping lower lips and reminding her that it wasn't just an endless ladder, and her Senpai was officially balls deep in her rear.

He groaned, and twitched, and throbbed, and she could feel her own hole clenching and squeezing from the new and strange feeling of being absolutely filled. Naoto's eyes were practically rolled up into her head as she pressed her teeth into the pillow in front of her, and that was before the sudden and breathtaking feeling of him slowly pulling his cock back out of her almost sore already asshole.

Every inch leaving made her feel more empty then ever before, not unpleasant, but she had just gotten used to having his cock inside of her, and now he was pulling it out until just the tip was left inside. And then, with her legs quaking under her fat ass, she felt him press his hips forward once again, but gone was his gentle care and slow pace, instead she felt like he was trying to force his dick back inside of her, quicker, harder. Not so fast, but certainly enough to make her, well, scream.

"Aaaaaah~!! S-Senpai~!!" Her high pitched scream was muffled by the pillow in front of her mouth as he once again bottomed out sinde of her ass with another meaty clap of her ass, much louder and harsher then before, not taking a second of hesitation before she was ince again pleasurably tortured by that feeling of him pulling out of her ass inch by inch, just for him to actually pull her wide hips back to meet his hard, firm thrust.

All things considered it was a moderate pace, thrusting his hips forward in long, hard strokes while pulling her fat ass back to meet him halfway, a nice rhythm of her ass clapping heavily back against his pelvis, weighty cheeks rippling and wobbling like two massive waterballoons as he fucked her ass.

For Naoto however, the virgin felt like her asshole was on fire, and she had no idea this was a slow pace. Instead, Naoto's body rocked back and forth on the bed, her much smaller and lighter frame bouncing forward and back to the strong thrusts while she almost lost her mind to feeling of getting fucked like a bitch, face down with her ass raised high for her Senpai.

"H-Hhnnng~!! Hng~!! Hngk~!! Hnnngggk~!!" The pillow between her clenched teeth muffled her squeaks and squeals, her own juices pouring down her thighs as tears formed in her pretty blue-grey eyes. Oh god, she.. She was getting fucked by her Senpai, she was bent over on all fours getting fucked by her Senpai and she could barely remember where she was!

The harsh smack of his hand meeting her meaty bubble butt echoed even louder then the clapping of her cheeks, her globe of pale flesh rippling on impact and wobbling for seconds after as she squealed loudly at the feeling of getting fucked and spanked at the same time.

"Fuck! Your ass is so tight!"

Naoto almost didn't register it, her Senpai's voice was deep and guttural, labored as he pounded her ass like a slow drum, and she could feel herself shiver at the idea.. The idea he was feeling so good from using her hole~

And that's when she felt the young man grab her wrist, yanking it away from sheets and using it like like a handle, yanking her face up and out of the pillow while the other stabilized her rocking body. Of course, that just meant she couldn't hide her bright red, beautiful face in the sheets, or her pretty voice~

"Aaaaaah~!!! Ah~!! Ah~!! Ah~!! S-Senpai~!! Y-You feel s-so-Aaah~!!" She looked back at him, tears of pleasure shining in her eye as her pretty voice chimed so loudly when not muffled, and it was all that the young man needed to snap.

Grabbing her other arm, the young man pulled her entire body back against his hips and her fat ass onto his cock, slamming forward far harder then he had before, catching her completely by surprise as she was suddenly not in control of her own body at all, her arms bound and pulled behind her, and her whole body now at the mercy of her Senpai. The feeling was exciting yet scary, but not nearly as exciting as the sudden strength in his hips, slamming against her bubbly cheeks harder then she thought he could. And she soon realized she knew very little about how rough sex could actually be.

Suddenly her Senpai yanked his cock out of her already abused whole like it was stuck, before jamming his cock into her asshole like it barely fit before, yanking her entire body back to meet his extremely hard thrust before doing it again even faster, and it was this sudden and brutal pace that made Naoto's eyes roll up completely as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

"Senpai~!!! S-Senpai~!!! Ghaaaa~!! Haaaa~!!!" The young man's blistering pace turned her detective brain into a slutty mush as he brutalized her previously virgin asshole, her meaty, wobbly, planetary globes of creamy smooth flesh clapping like a drum so hard and fast it was a wonder if anyone could hear it outside, along with the squeaking bed and her slutty squeals of pleasure.

In the back of her mind she wondered if this was what it was like to be a whore, to be used by a man who wanted nothing more then to watch her fat cheeks jiggle and ripple around his cock while he ripped the screams of pleasure from her throat, just to dump the contents of his balls inside of her. It was the last vestige of her inquisitive mind, but even that soon shattered along with the buttons of her blue shirt, the small bits of plastic popping off as her plump, perky tits sprang free, swinging and bouncing freely beneath her chest as her whole body bounced and rocked back and forth.

Sweat dripped down each and every curve of her body, the heat in her core as sweltering as the heat around her, and it was there that the young man suddenly let go of her arms to grab a fist full of her partly long hair instead, her hat skewing forward on her head to cover her vision partly, rocking, bouncing, and teetering on her head dangerously. It was a wonder it hadn't already fallen off, but she wasn't focused on that, not when the brutal, feral pounding of her asshole made her clench hard around her Senpai's cock, and the moment she felt the man smack her fat cheek harder then it'd ever been smacked before, something inside of her snapped, broke, and suddenly she felt a rushing pleasure overtake her entire body and she saw stars for a few seconds. Not to mention her squeal.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!!!!!" Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as her entire body shook and writhed in pure, white hot, mind melting pleasure, and the feeling of her Senpai's cock still slamming in balls deep into her tiny clenching asshole only made it last longer, hit harder, and she could feel something spray across her meaty thighs and make a mess of the bed below her. Drool dripped down her chin and she felt a tear fall down her face as well, and every single fiber of her being was on fire.

And suddenly, it all stopped, and she felt the young man behind her let go of her hair and hips, yank his cock free from her little gaping asshole, and let her fall face down onto the bed, her shock overtaking her for a second as her body screamed out for more! There had to be more! He wasn't done yet right?! He hasn't cum, he can keep going!

Naoto looked back at the man with almost desperate surprise, rising to her hands and knees shakily, looking almost pleadingly at his lubed, throbbing, shining cock before looking up at him.

"S-Senpai, wh-what-?"

"You lost the wager."

What?

"You lost, and now you have to tell the truth."

"I-I don't under-"

"Tell me what you want."

What did she want? What did he mean what did she want?! She wanted to know.. something. She- What did she-? N-No, she wanted-! She wanted-!

"I-I want.. I want.."

"I-I want you to f-fuck my a-ass~!! P-Please Senpai, f-fuck my ass m-more~!!" Naoto needed more~! She felt so empty, shame and embarrassment made her face light up and almost steam, but she couldn't hold back anymore, not when she felt so lightheaded, not when his cock was still so hard~!

The needy detective bit her lip in desperation as she reached back and took both of her creamy globes in her hands, spreading her fat cheeks apart while looking back at her Senpai, panting and gasping while revealing her own tiny, winking, slightly gaped, slippery little backdoor~!

"Please~!! I-I need Senpai's c-cock~!!" She didn't care anymore~! She needed to be fucked again~! She needed that feeling of being filled, she needed to feel him fuck her ass so hard she could barely think~! "Fuck my ass~!!"

All it took was a grab of her wide hips and a slam of his as hard as he could before Naoto felt his balls slap against her dripping cunt, slamming in nuts deep into her needy asshole while her cheeks rippled from the meaty clap~! And Naoto once again made that slutty face she tried to hide, but she kept herself held up, didn't put her face in the pillow~! Her Senpai wanted to hear her, it's why he did it before right~? And she squealed just as loud as she did before~!

"Y-YEESS~!!!" There was no build up, Naoto's entire body rocked as hard as before as her Senpai fucked her fat ass, brutally railing her tiny little pink pucker like a jackhammer, but this time he was met by the slutty sight of the little detective throwing her fat ass back on his cock, bouncing her cheeks back against his hips and making sure every single inch was as deep as could possibly be!

"F-Fuck me~!! Aaaah~!!! Fuck me Senpai~!!" Stars exploded across her vision with every single brutal slam of his hips, and Naoto had the sluttiest look she'd ever had on her face, her eyes rolled up while she squealed happily out for more.

Naoto suddenly felt the young man's weight push harder into his thrusts as he reached forward and began mauling her fat tits, groping and squeezing them so hard she almost winced, from pain and pleasure both at once, and she could only grit her teeth s=to stop herself from screaming so loud it broke the window near them as he pulled and twisted one of her sensitive little nubs~!

"Tell me what you are!!"

What she was~? Naoto could barely remember her name, but she knew what she was, she was a whore~!! She was a nasty, needy whore~! That's what women like her were right~? Women who loved getting fucked up the ass like this were-

"I-I'm a whore~!! I'm a n-nasty whore~!!" Naoto couldn't hold on, she fell forward onto chest and her Senpai followed her down, slamming his cock down hard into her little asshole one last time like a feral beast, ruining her tiny previously virgin tunnel in a prone bone that left the room spinning for the little detective. Leverage worked against her in the best way possible, and her fat ass rippled and wobbled like two massive water beds, both meaty cheeks shining with sweat as he hooked her legs open permanently with his own, making sure she couldn't curl up even if she wanted to. And all she could feel was her Senpai's weight and heat on her body while she was fucked into a squealing puddle.

"You're my whore!! My personal whore!!"

"YES~!! I'm your whore~!!! I'm Senpai's anal whore~!!!" She could do nothing but lay there and take his cock like a whore, it's what she was~!! A whore for cock~!! Cum squirted out of her untouched cunt over and over all over her thighs and the sheets as he slammed in like a jackhammer, she swore she heard something under the bed break as she almost blacked out, screaming so loud she felt her own throat hurt before he finally slammed into her slutty little love tunnel one last fucking time, and she was so suddenly filled with a boiling hot, bubbly sticky heat~!!

"AAAAAHHHHHH~!!!!!" Naoto's entire body tensed as she came harder then she ever had in her life~!! The feeling of being filled, of practically being bred felt so fucking good, she wanted every single last drop inside of her~!! She wanted to be Senpai's cock warmer~!! She wanted him to fill her asshole with his cum every single day~!!!

And suddenly, it stopped, all of it, the pounding, the squealing, the cumming.. And all that was left was her Senpai suddenly flopping down on top of her, his cock still twitching inside of her hole, spurting the last of his seed, and the only noises filling the room was their panting and gasping.

Naoto felt so small under her Senpai, more feminine then she'd ever felt in her life, so warm and full~ She felt.. She didn't know, but it felt right, almost as right as the butterflies that sprung up in her tummy as the young man wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her gently, laying them both to their sides on the bed and pulling her as close as he could against his chest, his face buried in her hair behind her.

She felt so light, and happy~ So.. Sleepy~ Darkness slowly covered her eyes, or were those her eyelids, and she felt her entire body relax against the young man behind her~ And she remembered she was supposed to tel the truth~? Or something~? Well she knew what the truth was~

Sleep finally came for the small detective as she mumbled what was in her mind~

"I love you Senpai~"

Soft snores was the only thing that filled the room now, and the young man wasn't far behind, putting his glasses to the side and shutting off the lights. He'd have to say it back to her tomorrow.

Though he was worried how she'd react when she found out she needed to walk to school the next day wearing what she came over in, with a limp.. And he wondered how Sojiro would react when he saw them both coming down the stairs..

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

The long awaited 2017 fic I wrote about Nick is here!

I'm posting it in three parts and I didn't edit it like I said I would because I'm a heathen

Enjoy

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"Picturesque"

The only noise in the room was the consistent clacking of the old, rusted keys of the typewriter and the dull whir of machinery.

The calmness of the room was soothing, greatly contrasting to the mood of the man who quietly typed up reports for his recent cases only for them to go back into the filing cabinet and collect dust. Not often did he have the whole office to himself, this was a rare occasion, he had given Ellie the day off to spend to her leisure and his partner had left earlier that morning on business concerning the Minutemen.

The now cold, empty coffee cup on his desk standing as a reminder that she was gone. The agency seemed very empty without the two of them, more so with (Y/N). She may have been a recent addition compared to Ellie, who had worked for him since she moved to Diamond City, but the love he held for her was different.

It was no secret that the two of them were lovers, yet still not common knowledge since they weren't ones for pda; well at least he wasn't. But the way they looked at one another was unmistakable, absolutely smitten.

Yet today Nick found himself alone. It didn't bother him much since she had only left that morning and she was sure to be back later that night. This of course didn't stop him from worrying.

He looked at the clock on the wall across from him, only 2 o'clock, he was talking with a client now. It was a follow up on a case he did recently, nothing too serious; merely a missing family heirloom which had been easy enough to retrieve. As per habit, he usually smoked when speaking with a client, always making sure to offer one of course; as he was a gentleman. 

Reaching down, he pulled at the desk drawer in an attempt to retrieve the pack of cigarettes and his flip lighter only to find something strange; a piece of paper. He peered down into the drawer only to gasp. He was sure that the now erratic whir of machinery was him short circuiting. Down, in his desk was a rather raunchy photograph of his lover wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts, his hat and his tie. He took in a harsh breath. The shirt was only buttoned up to where the valley of her breasts began, his tie was hung loosely around her neck and his hat was tipped back on the top of her head. Not to mention the rather provocative pose she was pulling.

He was sure that there was no way he could have hid the shock on his face, his client would probably be able to discern his distress. His suspicions were confirmed when his client raised their eyebrows in question at him, unaware of the very compromising position he now found himself in.

He didn't want to seem rude but the client had to go. Nick gathered as much information as he needed to get a feel for the position of the case; which was now closed, and ushered them out the door. Leaving himself alone in his office again.

Finally, he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, taking the edge off of his nerves. He slowly paced back around to the other side of his desk, sitting in his chair and went back for the photograph. Leaning back in his chair, resting his legs over his desk; he studied the picture. Taking a long drag of his cigarette and tapping the butt on the edge of his ashtray, he let his mind wander.

She really never ceased to amaze him. Every time he looked at her it was like seeing her for the first time, and it was beautiful; she was. Just as she was in the picture. Alluring, enticing, seductive and overall enchanting. He couldn't get enough of it, the way (Y/N) looked at him from underneath the brim of his own hat sent shivers up his synthetic spine. As lovely as the picture was and how much he really did enjoy it, she had known he had a client today and hid it in a place where he was bound to find it. This was deliberate and he had some investigating to do.

It was 7 o'clock now, he had found several other photographs scattered and hidden away all over his office. Some were more scandalous than others; such as the first one he had encountered.

He found himself, restless and frustrated with the events of today, deciding on taking a walk around Diamond City too cool off.

Only for him to pull his lighter out of his pocket and a new photograph fall out of it and onto the ground of a rather crowded Diamond City Market. He quickly scrambled to pick it up, yellow irises going wide with sudden panic that someone would see it. Thankfully it was only him who had the pleasure of seeing the photograph.

Stuffing the photograph and the lighter back into his pockets, he stormed back to his office. He could feel the coolant pumping through his mechanical body as he slowly pulled the photograph out of his pocket.

This was it. He couldn't take this slow agonizing torture. He could have sworn he heard his jaw hit the floor.

The photograph. Her legs were tangled up in the sheets of the bed that she slept in upstairs, kneeling, one hand on the bedframe, the other holding an her index finger to her lips. Once again, she donned his hat, tilted back ever so slightly and wore only his tie which was the only thing covering any of her. Said tie was placed tastefully atop her breasts so that her nipples were hidden from view. He slowly sat back in his chair, exasperated and at a loss. He needed her here. Now.

As if on cue, the door opened and (Y/N) walked in, a smile on her face. His glowing eyes followed her silently as she hung up her jacket, and put down her bags next to the door.

Finally after slipping out of her shoes (Y/N) walked over to him and hugged him, of course Nick reciprocated her embrace. Holding her close as she sighed contentedly.

"I missed you."

(Y/N) said sweetly. Tilting her head up to look at him and leaning into his chest.

"Mmh I missed you too." He responded as his kerosene gaze bore into that of the woman before him.

(Y/N) blushed under the intensity of his glare, full knowing what was eating him.

"So Nicky, how was your day darling?"

 She inquired, batting her eyelashes innocently at him, her hand holding his own metal one.

"Doll, I think you know exactly how my day went." He remarked accusingly, stepping around her and shuffling over to his desk.

"Oh I'm not sure what you mean by that dear."

(Y/N's)  head shook lightly, denying his playful accusation.

Nick made a noise that sounded like a frustrated grunt as he opened his desk drawers to retrieve the spoils of her carefully planned little scavenger hunt. Setting them out on the desk, he looked at her again; their eyes locking.

"Are you so sure about that sweetheart? It looks like you sure knew what I was talking about when you took all of these pictures."

He said sternly as he fought to keep his composure, the smirk that was slowly crawling to his face, betraying his authoritative tone.

(Y/N) batted her long lashes once more before sitting on the edge of his desk and placing her hand atop his, (Y/E/C) eyes never leaving his.

"I don't know what you're going on about Valentine. You're the detective after all and it sounds like it's time to do some investigating."

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

 In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out. 

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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.

You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).

You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"

"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"

"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"

"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.

"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"

"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

"Even the man who was here the week before?"

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.

"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.

You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."

There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."

"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."

He nods his head in understanding.

"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."

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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

"How convincing they are."

"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.

As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"

He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."

"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."

Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."

"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."

"She would've."

"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

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Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"

"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."

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The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

"Thank you..."

"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."

"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.

"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."

"Cause I love animals."

"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!

You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"

"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"

"Put on your seatbelt."

There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"

"Much."

[ifwallscouldtalkkkk]

"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

ifwallscouldtalkkkk MASTERLIST

[leejungchans]

— fashion consultant.

juliet’s masterlist

set in may 2020

summary: in which juliet needs a second opinion from her victim fashion consultant before a date.

a/n: bc sangliet as a duo deserve more love 😔💕

Juliet stares at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her room before craning her head to look at the other outfit laid out on the bed with narrowed eyes.

She’s definitely overthinking this like she does with practically everything else, but can you blame her for wanting to make a good impression?

With a frustrated huff, she throws her bedroom door open to look down the hallway only to find it empty, light peeking out from under the other doors. If she listens carefully enough, she can hear the clacking sound of San’s keyboard as he games.

Juliet debates on whether she should knock on one of the boys’ doors. She doesn’t want to disrupt their rest, but she really needs a second opinion.

The maknae grins to herself when she finds Yeosang in the kitchen enjoying a cup of instant ramen.

She’s found her victim—uh... consultant.

“Perfect timing, oppa!” she chirps as she makes her way over to him, tugging at his sleeve to drag him back to her room.

“But I’m still eating!” he whines.

“You can eat while helping me.”

Yeosang looks at her weirdly. “I thought you hate it when people eat in your room,” he points out. “Because of crumbs and bugs and stuff.”

“I’m making an exception for you as this is an emergency,” Juliet sighs, shutting the door behind them. “But please don’t spill it everywhere.”

Yeosang takes a sip of the soup before passing the cup to Juliet after she makes grabby hands at it. “What’s the emergency?”

She drinks the spicy broth slowly to avoid it going down the wrong tube. “I can’t decide on which outfit to wear,” she finally reveals, handing the cup back to him.

“That’s it?”

“Hey! First impressions matter!”

“Since when did you replace Hongjoongie-hyung with me as your fashion adviser?”

“Since he decided to sleep in his studio instead of here,” Juliet sighs, hoping their leader isn’t currently overworking himself, which he no doubt is.

“Who are you seeing at this hour, anyways?” Yeosang asks suspiciously. “It’s almost ten.”

Juliet mumbles something unintelligible.

“Yeah, I definitely heard that,” he says sardonically before shoving another mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

The girl huffs before speaking in a louder voice. “I’m seeing Channie. Happy?”

“Bang Chan? Aren’t you two close? What did you mean by ‘first impressions’ then?”

Juliet laughs awkwardly. “No, not that Chan. I meant Dino.”

Yeosang cocks a brow at her. “Oh? Moved past the ‘Dino-sunbaenim’ phase, I see.”

She groans at his teasing. “Shut up. We’ve only been texting and talking over the phone until now, so I don’t want to look too horrible for our first time seeing each other in person.”

“I’ve never seen you wear a bad outfit before, but okay. What’s wrong with the one you’re wearing right now?” He gestures to her current ensemble, which comprises a white crop top under a leather jacket with wide-legged grey sweatpants that barely graze the floor.

“Well, it’s not wrong,” Juliet says, turning back to her mirror, “just... don’t you think it’s too casual? What if I wore that with this jacket instead?” Yeosang’s gaze shifts to where her finger is pointing, eyes landing on the oversized button-up dress laid neatly on her bed.

“But if I wear the dress, I’ll have to dig out my boots because I’m so not wearing sneakers with it,” Juliet mumbles, more so to herself than Yeosang.

He smiles amusedly as she continues to talk to herself. “Where did I even put those boots? Seonghwa-oppa will know, but I don’t want to bother him if he’s already sleeping... Are boots too much for May?”

“Where are you two even going? Like... is this a date?”

Juliet’s head snaps up in alarm. “N-no!” she splutters. “It’s not a date-date! A friend-date. We’re just going to get food. As friends.”

“If you say so.”

Juliet ignores his knowing comment. “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she says, spinning around to face him. “Commit this outfit to memory.”

“Uh... okay?”

“Good, now...” her voice trails off as she grabs Yeosang’s shoulders, rotating his body so he faces the wall behind him. “Don’t move! I’m changing.”

After a minute of shuffling she gives him the green light to turn around, and he finds her wearing the dress over the crop top with the same jacket draped over her shoulders, her sweatpants hastily tossed onto her bed.

“Just imagine I’m wearing my black knee-high boots with this,” she instructs. “Which outfit’s better?”

“Is the top part of the outfit, or...?”

“Oh, no, I just left it on in case you prefer the first one.”

Yeosang tilts his head to the side as he looks her over. “Yeah, I think the first one’s better,” he says after a few moments of consideration, “not that this one isn’t good, it still is, but the first one just looked more comfortable.”

“You don’t think that one’s too casual?” Juliet asks with a slight pout. She doesn’t know why she’s already so stressed when she hasn’t even left for the date.

Scratch that, she does know. They both do.

“No,” Yeosang reassures, “but even if it is, who cares? He didn’t become friends with you because of how you dress.”

Juliet falls silent, eyes trained on the floral pattern on her bedding as his words sink in. “You’re right, the first one it is then,” she finally says, looking up with a smile before putting back on the pants and removing the dress.

“Don’t forget your mask,” Yeosang reminds as she grabs a black bucket hat from her closet.

“In this economy? Never,” Juliet jokes, putting on the black mask that she pulled out from her bag. “Any final comments?” she asks, holding out her arms to show him the full outfit.

“No, you’re good to go. How are you getting there and coming back, by the way? Please don’t tell me you’re gonna walk alone in the dark.”

Juliet laughs as they walk back to the living room so she can put on her shoes. “No, he’s driving. Don’t worry, Sangie.”

Yeosang nods while she puts on her high top sneakers. “Ah, so you’re already at that level of friendship.”

Juliet briefly looks up to give him a halfhearted glare as she deftly ties the shoelaces. “I have no idea what you’re trying to hint at, but I don’t like it one bit. We’re just friends.”

“If you say so,” Yeosang sings, repeating what he said earlier.

“Goodbye, Kang Yeosang.”

“Love you too! Stay safe!”

Juliet rolls her eyes affectionately as she heads out, waving to him before closing the door behind her.

At that moment, San enters the living room to refill his water bottle. “Was that Julie? Where is she going?”

Yeosang grins. “She’s on a date-that-she-claims-isn’t-a-date.”

a/n: yeosang being big-brained as usual and foreseeing everything 🤩✨ hehe pretty proud of how this turned out!! please leave feedback and chat with me!! also if you want you can send me some ideas as to what you want to see from juliet 🥺💕 thank you for reading and ily!!!

[lupiiifics]

Halloween Frights

Fic #4 Posted on AO3 on October 15, 2021.

Summary: Lupin drags Jigen to a haunted house. He does not have a good time.

Word Count: 3635

“Damn it, Lupin. Do we really have to do this?” Jigen asked as he followed Lupin into the smoke-filled building. Normally the scent of smoke didn’t bother him, but this was different. It was sweet and sticky. Mixed with strawberry vape juice and what had to be a fog machine.

Lupin smiled at him, biting down on a cigarette as they stepped up the stairs to the front door. He wore a long black and red reversible cape with a surprisingly realistic set of fake fangs, as well as some makeup Fujiko had done before they left. Fake blood trailed the sides of his mouth, giving him the appearance of a bloodthirsty vampire in search of his next victim.

Jigen himself hadn’t dressed up, but he did have two fang marks dotted just below the collar of his jacket. It had been Lupin’s idea since Jigen had refused to put on a costume. It had been a fight to get him to agree to this in the first place, so Lupin didn’t try to push anything other than some stage makeup. Haunted houses and costume parties weren’t Jigen’s thing, but Lupin wanted to go and when Lupin wanted something, Jigen just couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

“Don’t be such a downer, Jigen,” Lupin said. They stepped through a dimly lit hallway to another filled with people. A line stretched through this hallway to the entrance of the main room, with each waiting person dressed in every costume imaginable. “This’ll be fun!”

“For you maybe,” Jigen said. He reached forward and stole the cigarette from Lupin’s mouth, jamming it into his own. Lupin looked offended, but he didn’t say anything. “But not all of us get our kicks making out with dracula’s bride or jumping at cheap scares for fun.”

“We’re relaxing ,” Lupin said. “It’s Halloween and the weekend. Learn to loosen up.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Jigen let out a deep sigh of smoke, passing the cigarette back to his partner. “Those taste like shit.”

“Smoke your own then,” Lupin said, pouting. They moved past a sign which said, “Welcome to the Haunted House!” as well as a bouncer checking the IDs of the people they deemed young enough.

Jigen smirked at him. “But where’s the fun in that? I am a thief, you know.”

Lupin was stopped by the bouncer, while Jigen was not. He wasn’t sure if he should have been offended by that, but Lupin seemed happy, if his giggles were anything to go by, anyway.

“Told you you were an old man, Jiji,” Lupin said. He tucked one of his many fake IDs back into his wallet and stepped through the threshold where Jigen was waiting. Strings of tiny plastic skeletons hung in the doorway, clacking together as people continuously passed through it.

“You’re only three years younger than me,” Jigen said. “And they only checked your ID. because Fujiko did your makeup. It’s dark so it’s hard to tell.”

“What’s my makeup got to do with anything?” Lupin asked.

“Makes you look younger,” Jigen said.

“I am young.”

“So how am I old?”

Lupin grinned at him. “Who got carded just now?”

Jigen shoved a cigarette from his own pack into his mouth, tamping the top of his hat back down to hide his face. “40’s not old, man,” Jigen said. “They’re checkin’ IDs. Does that mean there’s a bar?”

“Way to change the subject,” Lupin said, laughing, “but yes, there is a bar.”

He led Jigen past the entrance to a larger room filled to the brim with smog and people. Two large smoke machines puffed vapor at their feet, and from the ceiling hung the obviously-fake, but noless creepy bodies of what Jigen thought were supposed to be zombies. He couldn’t really tell due to the darkness, but given the fake upturned graves littered throughout the venue, he was pretty sure that’s what the theme was. Red, orange, purple, and green lights colored the room, illuminating off the brightly hued garland that decorated various tables and chairs sitting throughout the room.

Lupin seemed eager to mingle with any person he could get his hands on, while Jigen felt more inclined to seek out this bar for a drink. They agreed to meet up when the haunted house actually opened in an hour, since that’s what Lupin had wanted to come for.

Apparently this place was famous for its scares, and the fact that they served alcohol to go along with it.

Music blared from speakers at the front of the room, playing any song they could associated with Halloween. Some of the songs he recognized, and others he did not. He had to fight through a group of people gathered to dance, heading to a line which he was certain led to his target. He felt out of place standing there alone. Honestly, he had wanted to stay back with Goemon and Fujiko, but Lupin had insisted. The thief always knew exactly what to do to get Jigen to agree with something, and while the idea of a haunted house made him nervous, he had decided to suffer through just to make Lupin happy.

The line to the bar was long. Many of the people standing in it were younger than him, and much more social. Though, despite how awkward he felt, he didn’t stick out like he normally did. In fact, there were a good number of people wearing outfits similar to his. He wasn’t sure if that was on purpose— they were world-famous thieves after all— or if they were just dressed as generic mobsters. Many of them reminded him of his old associates, and for a moment, he itched to reach back and grab his Magnum. He decided to drown those old feelings with something strong, so he ordered a few shots and downed them one right after the other.

Most people didn’t pay him any mind, but when a few of them noticed his shots and the fierce glare he hurled at anyone who dared approach him, they began to back away out of fear. Years of working with Goemon had taught them all to be imposing. The only thing it took was a few dark glances, and the natural dominance that came with slicing things at will. Jigen had that same sort of confidence. The kind which came from a 0.3 second draw and the assurance of a target well struck.

He lingered near the bar, ordering drinks and glaring at anyone he deemed necessary. People didn’t fight him as he entered the line time and time again. By the time an hour had passed, he knew the bartender’s name (Abby) as well as what was good on their menu.

He was about 4 drinks deep when his phone buzzed, and a text from Lupin popped up at the top of the screen. He squinted as he tried to read it, a mixture of alcohol and bright light making the words hard to decipher.

“Meet me where we came in,” was all it said. He looked across the crowd to determine his best path, knocking back the last of his drink and placing the glass down on the bar to be discarded. He tipped his hat at Abby as he left, passing the young girl a sizable tip for her troubles.

Getting through the oscillating group of dancers was a bit more difficult now that his steps weren’t as straight. Unlike the people at the bar, these people didn’t find him intimidating. They were too focused on dancing, slamming into passersby without a care in the world.

He found Lupin standing by the smoke machines talking with a woman scantily clad in a police officer's costume. He jokingly held up his hands like he was about to allow her to arrest him, and the woman scoffed and turned away. He was disappointed for all of a second before he spotted Jigen. He jumped forward to greet him.

“Hey, Jiji! Ready for the haunted house?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Jigen shoved his hands into his pocket, inclining his head upwards to allow his partner a peek at his eyes. “Saw you strike out. You have any luck findin’ someone to entertain you?”

Lupin shrugged. “The night’s still young,” he said. He smirked. “And I have you, so I’m happy.”

Jigen looked down to hide his blush, though he wasn’t too successful given the one already there from how much he’d had to drink. “I’m glad,” he said. “Now let’s get this over with.”

Lupin grasped his wrist and began trying to pull him through the crowds. Jigen, who was beginning to feel the full force of the drinks he’d had, stumbled along behind him. It was much more difficult getting past the mob with two people rather than one. Without their interlocked hands, Jigen and Lupin would have been pushed apart by the rotating people and their various costume props. He was hit in the face by many fake pairs of wings, plastic medieval weapons, and people not watching where they were going.

They came to a line at the head of the room, quickly lengthening as the opening of the haunted house was announced over the speakers. It was louder here, located between the bar, the dance floor, and a growing crowd of excited people. Lupin practically vibrated as they stood in line, his enthusiasm fueled by the hum of elation in the air. Jigen could feel the unraveling of anxiety coiling in his chest. It strengthened with every step he took, agitated by the decorations and the idea of something jumping out at him.

The line was moving quickly as people entered the maze of horrors. At the front of the vinyl ropes was a hanging display of corpses. They were illuminated by bright stage lights, allowing Jigen and Lupin to see the horrible details. For Lupin, this marked the beginning of something he’d been looking forward to. For Jigen, the sight of fake blood, torn flesh, and yellowing bone compelled him to turn around and make his way back home. His anxiety hardened into a knot, which weighed down his chest and tricked him into thinking he couldn’t breathe.

"Nah. Nah. Nah. Nope. Don't like it. I don't fucking like it," he said.

Lupin stared between him, and the almost cartoonish display zombies they had hanging by the door. "What's wrong with it? It's just a Halloween decoration. It's not gonna jump out at you."

Jigen teetered back and forth on his heels, shaking his head. "Yeah, but somethin' in there will. 'S fucking creepy. I don't like it."

"How much have you had to drink?" Lupin asked. He continued to pull them inside as the line got smaller, but the more Jigen stewed in his dread and his intoxication, the more he began to drag his feet.

"Not enough. I don't think I can do this, Lup," he said. "You know jumpscares aren't my thing."

“It won’t be that bad,” Lupin said. “Besides, you’ve done stuff way scarier than this. Why’s a few fake zombies got you so wired up?”

“I just don’t like ‘em,” Jigen tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes.

“Here, I’ll tell you what,” Lupin smiled at Jigen, holding out one of his hands. “I’ll let you hold onto me if that’ll make you feel better.”

Jigen stared at the offered hand, but turned his eyes away from it despite himself. “‘M not a baby.”

Lupin laughed, dropping his hand. “You’re ridiculous , that’s what you are. If you don’t wanna hold my hand, that’s fine by me. Just don’t expect the other not to hear about this later.”

Jigen snatched his cigarettes out of one of his pockets, shoving one of them between his teeth. “Asshole,” he murmured. Lupin laughed again, and turned just in time to see one of the workers beckoning them through the entrance to the haunted maze. Jigen could hear the shrieks of the people who had entered ahead of them, just one more thing that fed the flames that burned within his chest.

The beginning of the maze was dark. He couldn’t see much other than Lupin’s costumed back, as well as the smog that trickled in from another smoke machine. The walls were decorated to look like tall hedges, towering over the thieves and reminding Jigen of a scene he’d seen in a movie. For a while, they simply navigated, taking turn after turn in an eerie silence punctuated by occasional screams. Jigen tried his best to focus on anything but what was about to happen, taking in lungfuls of smoke and letting it filter heavily out through his nose.

As they rounded yet another corner, a person in dark crimson robes jumped out at them from a doorway hidden in the wall. Their face was painted like the bloody corpses he’d seen outside the maze, and the wail that emanated from him was loud, shrill, and embarrassing. He could hear Lupin laughing as they passed the first of the scares, his shoulders shaking in time with his incessant giggling.

“I’ve never heard you make that noise before,” he said. “Holy shit that was so funny.”

“I’m gonna punch you,” Jigen said. He snuffed out his cigarette and shoved the filter into his pocket to be thrown away later. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

They continued down the hedge maze to a dark hallway littered with the same upturned graves they’d seen in the main room of the building. Discolored hands of many sizes rose to snatch at their feet, grasping both of their ankles and immediately letting go so they could pass.

Jigen didn't like it. The moment he felt a hand grasp his leg, he decided he was done with this whole ordeal.

He crashed into Lupin’s back, screaming like many of the people they'd heard ahead of them. He gripped the other man’s cloak and buried his face in it, officially done with being scared for the night. Lupin looked back to stare at the top of his hat, his face half contorted into amusement and concern.

“Hey,” he said. “You okay?”

“I want out of here,” Jigen said, voice muffled by Lupin’s back. “I don’t like this.”

Lupin turned to wrap an arm around Jigen’s shoulders, allowing the gunman to bury his face in his neck instead. “Well we can’t go back the way we came,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re freaked out by this. I thought you’d find it amusing.”

“I don’t like creepy things, man,” Jigen said. “I thought you knew that.”

“Yeah, but you’ve seen a lot worse in our line of work.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“I can shoot anything that scares me with my Magnum.”

“Please don’t shoot any of the people in this maze,��� Lupin said, voice flat. “They’re just having fun like everyone else.”

“‘M not stupid,” Jigen said. “I know they’re not real. Doesn’t mean I like it.”

“I’ll protect you,” Lupin said. “Just leave it up to me!”

They continued down the hallway to a maze of mirrors. Lupin navigated with one of his hands outstretched, feeling his way through the passageways and grinning at the reflection of Jigen cowering into his shoulder. Every so often, as they walked past reflections of themselves, a face would appear to jump out and replace them. Each scare made Jigen jump, and despite hiding his face, he still couldn’t handle the terror. Eventually, they found themselves in a revolving room with shifting paintings. Some of the paintings were replicas of artists they’d actually stolen from before. Each one opened to reveal a person dressed as the painting’s muses. They were disguised as bloodier versions of the people within the paintings, with torn clothes, pale faces, and the blank eyes of someone long dead.

Lupin found most of these scares amusing. None of them were particularly scary. At least to him. To Jigen, they were terrifying, though Lupin suspected that was more due to his intoxication than anything else. Jigen tended to blow things out of proportion, especially when drunk. Lupin probably should have stopped him from consuming so much, but Jigen was a grown man who could make his own decisions. Besides, he didn’t mind Jigen clinging to him. It was actually kind of cute. In the way a gruff old mafia man could be cute, anyway.

By the time they made it out of the maze, and they were back in the main room, Jigen was so worked up he literally refused to let Lupin go. He had to practically drag the man through the crowds to the front of the building. Luckily the people were starting to dwindle, mostly due to a lot of them exploring the maze and the attractions within it. They went out the way they came in, stumbling past excited people to the dim hallway and steep steps they’d climbed to enter.

The Fiat was a few blocks down the street, which seemed much more daunting now than it had when they first arrived. Jigen wasn’t much help as they walked down the sidewalk. He kept dragging his feet, mumbling random words of terror as Lupin tried to get him to the car. At this point, he was nearly asleep, a mixture of alcohol and fear-fueled exhaustion weighing both of them down. Despite the outward darkness, it was only about 11:00pm, and while Lupin would have wanted to stay and mingle with people a little longer, he figured he’d put Jigen through enough for the night.

It was a relief when they finally made it to the car. Getting Jigen off his arm onto the passenger-side seat was more difficult than Lupin wanted to admit, and while the clinging was nice, he couldn’t drive with Jigen on his lap. Eventually he managed to get him lounging against the headrest, his feet kicked up to rest on the dash. He finally seemed to be calming down, and now he seemed embarrassed.

“You won’t mention this to anyone ,” he said. “Or I’m gonna put you out of your misery.”

“Aw but, Jiji. I have to tell the others how I saved you from the zombies,” Lupin teased.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Jigen said. “ Not a word .”

“Alright, alright,” Lupin started the car. He checked his mirrors and pressed on the clutch to shift into first gear. “I won’t tell anyone, but you’ve gotta promise me something.”

“What?”

“You have to let me be your knight in shining armor more often. That was adorable.”

“Idiot,” Jigen said. He readjusted his hat to sit farther down on his face, reclining his seat to lean back and close his eyes. “Jus’ go home already, would you?”

“Yes, sir!” Lupin threw the car into motion, doing just as Jigen had asked him. He saluted Jigen a moment later, and the gunman scoffed.

The drive home wasn’t very long. At the moment they were renting a house not too far off from the suburbs, which wasn't far from the city. It was located in the middle of a town which had charming little shops, as well as children out with their parents for trick-or-treating. Most of these children were older. Old enough to be out by themselves, gathering the last of the spoils before people shut off their lights and stopped answering their doors. The fog light at the front of their garage was on, along with the lights from the living room shining through the front windows. He parked in the driveway and shut off the car. The lack of sound coming from the engine jolted Jigen awake, and both of them got out to go inside.

They were greeted by Goemon holding a large half-full bowl of candy. He was wearing an older kimono that had been tarnished by one of their jobs, as well as his Sandogasa despite him being inside. The image was so odd, Lupin immediately broke into laughter. He looked up at the samurai and found Fujiko standing not too far away dressed in her own costume.

“What are you doing?” Lupin asked. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“It was Fujiko’s idea,” Goemon said. “She told me the people here enjoy handing out candy to children as a Halloween tradition.”

“Yeah, but why are you dressed like that?”

“I’m a samurai,” Goemon said, like that was obvious. “The children seemed fascinated by my attire so I decided to indulge them.”

“He’s been having fun showing off for the neighbors,” Fujiko said. She was wearing a slightly-more-modest than usual costume, complete with a tight-fitting leather jumpsuit, whiskers painted on her cheeks with eyeliner, and a pair of dollar store cat ears. “Did you two have fun?”

Lupin grinned. “Yeah, you won’t believe what happened—”

“ Lupin ,” Jigen came up from behind Lupin, pressing a rough hand against the master thief’s shoulder. “You promised.”

Lupin slumped, sighing out his disappointment. “ Fine ,” he said. “The maze was a little boring, but it was fun enough.”

Fujiko and Goemon looked between the two of them. “Did something happen?” Goemon asked. “Pops didn’t show up or anything, did he?”

Lupin waved a hand. “Nah, it’s nothing. Just Jiji here being overdramatic.”

“Don’t make me act on my threat,” Jigen said, touching his side where his Magnum was holstered. “You know I’ll go through with it.”

Lupin frowned, and nodded his head quickly to appease his friend. His zipped his lips. “My lips are sealed, dear Jigen. You can trust me.”

Jigen didn't look like he believed him, but his hand left his side and he leaned down onto Lupin's shoulders again. He upturned his head, and allowed Lupin to lock eyes with his own. "Thanks, boss," he said. "I appreciate it."