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bunnyreaper · 1 year ago

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𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝖕𝖙 4 — 𝖕𝖙 3 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 wc - 5.8k warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, hints of petplay notes - i blame barry for the delay, jk. anyway, sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy! also on ao3! ♥

You've officially reached the point of insanity, and there's no turning back. One date with Johnny, and you're practically doodling his name in a journal with hearts all around, or putting your name with his just to see how it sounds.

Admittedly, you haven't done either of those things, but you did turn down another night out drinking this weekend on the off chance you end up having plans with Johnny—which might be just as insane, if not more. Especially since you hadn't brought up your intention with Johnny.

You suppose there's no time like the present, so cuddled up on your couch, you bring up your messages to Johnny and start typing.

i miss you so much, even if it's only been a few days!! when can I see you again?

Straight to the point—unbridled emotion that's honestly a little cringeworthy, but there's little point in pretending to be something you're not, especially when Johnny seems perfectly into it.

You have to distract yourself for a little while, scrolling through various social media apps to occupy your mind as you wait for a response. It's not too long before your phone pings, and you're rushing to click the notification—each time his name pops up on your screen your stomach flips, and you always click onto the message far too eagerly. You wonder if he does the same.

Been thinking, and I did have an idea in mind, but now am overthinking.

That certainly piques your interest, as you speedily type back a response, almost demanding an answer.

tell me!!

You watch the screen as it tells you Johnny is typing, then nothing. Then typing again, then nothing. After a minute or so of stopping and starting, his picture fills the screen as his call waits for you—you pick up immediately.

"Hey, pet." He greets cheerfully—so much so that you can hear the smile in his voice. It's so much better now the image of it is burned in the back of your mind—it feels like the two of you never stopped smiling when you were together.

"Hi, Johnny!" You reply, just as enthused, despite it only being a day since you last spoke. "What's your idea?"

Your insistence on hearing his idea makes him laugh.

"Straight to the point, lass. I was thinking that ya could come stay fer the weekend?" You detect a hint of hesitance in his voice, while your heart practically leaps at the prospect.

A whole weekend with Johnny sounds like a dream—talking, cuddling, kissing... maybe more. You burn with need thinking about finally taking things to a more sexual level with Johnny. So far you've only teased each other, and even that has made you unbelievably needy—practically every conversation with him leaves you dripping and aching, leaves you yearning for relief that you can only get at Johnny's hands.

Not only that, but maybe you'll get to explore more of your dynamic together—the thought of getting to submit to him sends you into a tailspin. You know it would come so easily, you know you'd slip under Johnny's command so easily were he to just take ahold of your metaphorical leash.

You come to, realising you'd fallen completely silent instead of responding when Johnny speaks again—lighthearted yet hesitant.

"... But it's okay if you don't want to—"

"I want to! On base?" You ask, already starting to unfurl the logistics in your head.

Johnny chuckles good-naturedly, seemingly amused by the idea of having you come over to his place on base. "Nah, I have a flat in Hereford."

"Oh, cool. I was a little scared for a moment." You admit, a hint of nervousness before you change tack. "But ooh, are you aiming to get laid this weekend? Bold move, Johnny."

Admittedly, you're teasing and not offended by the assumption in the slightest, if anything, you know wholeheartedly that you want him. If you go on much longer with the level of teasing Johnny subjects you to without any relief, you may just combust.

"You're the one making assumptions, needy girl." He teases right back, and then continues more earnestly. "I wasn't counting on it, jus' want to spend some quality time with you. Can't exactly cuddle up in a café."

How he manages to balance wholesome and filthy so well you have no idea. Consistently, Johnny shows his depth and keeps you on your toes by making you flustered in every possible way. One moment you're blushing from desire, the next from his sweetness.

"So... it's a sleepover, then?" You giggle as you snuggle closer to the couch cushions, already thrilled at the idea of spending time with Johnny in any way.

Johnny laughs right along with you, launching back into joking. "I'll even paint your nails if ya want. Braid your hair, talk about boys, as long as the boy is me..."

The hint of possessiveness makes your stomach do somersaults—despite the early stages of your relationship, your heart is set on Johnny, and it's reassuring to know he might be in just as deep.

"You're the sweetest! Do you even know how to braid hair, though?" You try to imagine Johnny's large hands working with delicate strings of hair, as braiding is something you even struggle to do yourself.

"I have sisters and nieces. Taken part in many a makeover." He proudly admits, and you can feel the joy radiating off of him. No threat to his masculinity at all, just sheer enjoyment at being the subject of his niece's whims.

The image it conjures up is downright adorable.

You nod to yourself, storing that piece of information in the back of your mind for later. "I'll keep that in mind for when I need to dress up for a special occasion."

The giggles are unavoidable as you picture big, bulky Johnny painting nails—you'd put good money on him being the kind to poke out his tongue when he concentrates.

Your thoughts start to drift to other plans for the weekend, other things you might get up to. Johnny was adamant that sex wasn't expected, but on your end, it's certainly still desired... at least in theory.

There are still some residual nerves and worries, even with Johnny's constant sweetness—past events, past bad experiences lurk in the back of your mind waiting to sabotage the present.

The need you feel almost overwhelms all of that though—the way Johnny just seems to speak to all the submissive parts of you, making you feel so desired and so safe.

"So... what if I want to have sex?" You ask, voice falling quiet as if admitting something forbidden—as if Johnny isn't going to do filthy things to you far beyond just sex.

A throaty, strained groan leaves the man, his voice dropping low and dripping with desire. "Might have to have you stay longer, since you won't be walking after."

You suspect the idea of you struggling to walk isn't just bragging—if you close your eyes, you can almost see his length, remembering how good it felt even though thick denim jeans.

"I— yeah, okay." The sigh that leaves you is instinctual, hot with anticipation.

"I've got condoms, but yer welcome to bring your own," Johnny mentions. "And I'll pick ya up Friday evening, drop you off Sunday night? How's that sound?"

"Wonderful." You say honestly, loving that you'll get to spend the weekend with him, all while being cared for and driven there and back. "Ooh, I get to be your passenger princess."

You giggle mischievously, playing it up for Johnny as your mind runs wild with ideas.

"Don't be getting any ideas, lass." He chides, playfulness clear in his tone.

"Hey, I was just planning on taking over your radio and telling you fun stories. Nothing more!" Your voice rises through your protest, as before Johnny had turned it dirty, you really hadn't been thinking of the way your hands may drift to his thigh, or palm at his cock.

"Not sure if I believe that. I felt the way you were squeezin' me under that table, yer a naughty girl." He purrs, making shivers run through you.

"You started it, not me." Your gasp is full of offence, proclaiming your complete innocence. Of course, you had wanted to feel him up way more than you did and had undoubtedly had a few very sinful thoughts while he was sitting next to you.

But you had been good, had behaved, and kept your hands to yourself. It was Johnny who led you to sin.

"So, you won't be feeling me up unless I'm the one guiding you?"

At that you fall silent, too stunned to speak—the thought of Johnny guiding you through pleasing him, guiding you into being perfect, just for him is overwhelming. He'll lead you deeper and deeper into submission—trust.

"Oh, you like the sound of that." Johnny's purr has you completely dead to rights, as once more, he sees right through you.

You take a few deep breaths, trying to settle your rapidly swirling arousal. "Of course I do..."

Johnny doesn't relent in his teasing, in his almost cruel display of control of your desire. Everything from his word choice to the dominant edge in his voice sends you spiralling. "Want me to show you how to please me, puppy?" He coos. "Show you how tae be a good girl fer me?"

"Please, sir." You feel your mind slip just a little—falling so easily into that blissful state just listening to Johnny's tone, finding it so easy to fall for him.

"Won't have to show you much, you just know how to turn me on naturally, like it's instinct. Fuck, lassie." The guttural noise from Johnny shows the effect his own words have on him too.

You hope he's squirming just like you are, achingly hard and straining against his jeans, just like he was in the café.

The tension crackles in the air between you, the silence thick with your joint lust settling deep in your respective guts.

You let out a shaky sigh before you respond. "It's only fair for us to be equal on that front since you just... I don't even have words. It's like you read my mind so you can drive me crazy."

Johnny is undoubtedly insightful, likely an occupational thing, but sometimes it's scary how well he can read you. He's not the only one who naturally knows how to appeal to someone's baser desires.

For a moment, and quite unfairly as the logical side of your brain notes, your gut twists at the idea of how he became so well practised.

Johnny's sweet laugh pulls you from that train of thought. "Am a smart man, perceptive, what can I say? Know how to read ma pet."

"I'm not your pet." You note, not bitterly, but rather plainly. You're not Johnny's—

"Not yet, aye, but you will be." He says with a sense of certainty.

"Johnny..." You don't even know what to say to that, beyond begging and pleading for him to make it come true—but that hardly feels appropriate right now.

"Even if we don't have sex this weekend, I'd like to explore things with us a little, if tha's okay?" He asks, his voice open and inquisitive, almost shy in how quietly he poses the question.

"Me too, I don't wanna rush too much but holding back somehow feels...wrong." You sigh, wishing you had the words to really explain the pull you felt. "It's like I know I shouldn't be rushing head first into this, but... I can't stop it."

Johnny is truly a magnetic force of a man, both in who he is and the way he treats you. There's so much about him that you can't wait to get to know, all the beauty and scars in equal measure, each story—the meaning of the waver behind his smile, the way he sounds first thing in the morning.

"Me either, if it helps." He admits, sharing the sentiment. "It's okay to fall, just gotta be there tae catch each other, aye?"

Your eyes flutter shut as you rip the phone away from your face, letting out a loud exhalation and a whispered "fuck". The warmth of his words and the weight of the meaning behind them overwhelming you, wrapping around you like a cosy blanket.

When you feel a little calmer, you return the phone to your ear to agree with Johnny's sentiment, though not quite as viscerally as you did in private.

"Yeah, just gotta keep each other straight." Your throat tightens as you push the words out.

The silence on the line is overtaken by shuffling from Johnny's end for a moment before he clears his throat. "Gotta go, pet. Duty calls."

"It's... 8 pm, what are you doing at this hour?"

There's a laugh from Johnny, and a more insistent knocking in the background. "Going for a pint with the lads."

"Oh duty, huh?" You tease.

He hums in affirmation, unashamed. "Team bonding, essential stuff for the functional operation of any squad."

"Have fun, Johnny." You wish him well sincerely, even if part of you wishes the call didn't have to end. "Talk soon."

"Talk soon, princess. Sleep well." He makes a kissing noise before ending the call, his photo disappearing off your screen before you lock the phone and clutch it to your chest just for a moment.

'It's okay to fall, just gotta be there tae catch each other.'

His words echo through your mind over the coming days—the light in an otherwise dreary weak.

You were definitely falling.

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Packing your bag feels like chaos, as you desperately scramble to not forget a single thing. You're only going for a weekend, and yet you're packing like you're bunkering down for the apocalypse. Well, a million pairs of underwear will be necessary with how Johnny ruins them just with his words and his voice—being there in person means you'll probably be going through a new pair every hour.

And of course, you need cute extra outfits, in case the two of you go anywhere... that means extra shoes too. Johnny is going to think you're crazy with all the bags and belongings you're bringing.

Thankfully, you got ready hours ago—did your makeup and hair to perfection and put on a pretty dress that you may have ordered just for Johnny. Okay, maybe you ordered several dresses just for Johnny.

As you rush to put the finishing touches on your packing, your phone buzzes with a text.

Outside whenever you're ready :)

i'll be out soon! <3

Maybe you should tell Johnny you'd buzz him up, but considering that your packing has made your flat look like a tornado has ripped through it, perhaps it's best not.

You do your best to rush, not wanting to exhaust Johnny's good patience, jamming in a few final items you might need just in case, before locking up your flat and heading down to the lobby.

You step out into the car park, spotting Johnny standing beaming, leaning against a jeep. His arms and chest bulge in his burgundy Henley, his jeans are slung low on his hips in such a tempting way. Is it possible he got more attractive since the last time you saw him?

Your eyes crawl over him, drinking in every little detail and falling for his good looks all over again—just as enraptured in his beauty as the first time.

"Hi." You call out as soon as the two of you meet eyes, the spark between you instantly reigniting just through a look.

"Hey, you." He immediately reaches for your bag, taking the weight off of your shoulder like it's nothing to him—even though the weight was already starting to strain your shoulder. "Let me grab that for yer."

You let him take your bag, watching with glee as opens the boot to put it away. The manners are such a turn-on. "What a gentleman."

His chest puffs up in pride, a resolute look on his face. "Ma maw raised me right."

After closing the door to the boot, Johnny jogs round to the passenger side, holding the door open for you to climb inside.

"That she did." You nod, impressed and honestly swooning at the princess treatment as Johnny climbs into the driver's side.

With the two of you finally in the car, Johnny leans back to grab a shopping bag from the backseat, opening it to display a range of goodies. "Need anything? I brought drinks and snacks."

You peer inside the bag to see what he brought before meekly taking a bag of cookies and a can to drink. "Ooh, it's like a real road trip."

Johnny reaches back to put the bag away, stopping with his hand resting on the back of your seat—his baby blues shine, as does his smile as he looks upon you. "Gotta look after ma girl."

Your heart hammers against your chest, your cheeks flush and burn.

His girl.

"I could get used to that." You whisper, lost in watching his mouth, recalling the way they wrapped around those words.

"Me too, bonnie."

Before he turns his attention to getting the car running, he double-checks your seatbelt, making sure you're safe—he makes sure his rearview mirror is perfectly placed taps to activate the directions on his phone.

And then he does the thing—the arm on the back of the seat, backing out of the parking space and looking so fucking hot while doing it. You're entirely transfixed.

"I'm just getting it out of the way now, but I am gonna stare at you a tonne, you already look so attractive when you're driving." You know you're babbling just a little, a side effect of the nerves, and the fact that Johnny looks so good to you right now.1

"I'm all yours to feast yer eyes upon." He says with a wink, before turning his attention to the road as he pulls out of your apartment's car park.

"Lucky me." You whisper, gaze tracing over all of his features. "Especially since I love looking at you so much."

"Shame fer me tha' I have tae keep my eyes on the road." The smile on his face widens as he spares you a glance, doing a quick double-take.

"At least we have all weekend to spend time together uninterrupted." Feeling brave, you reach out to rest your hand on the back of Johnny's head, caressing the nape of his neck and threading your fingers in the roots of his hair.

Johnny's shoulders relax, as he leans slightly into the touch. "That we do." His voice turns serious momentarily. "Did you let someone know where you're going?"

Sweet Johnny, always concerned for your safety, even when it comes to him. The awareness he shows is another thing in the long list of little details you admire about him.

"I forwarded all of your info to a friend, so you should be very afraid." You tease easily. Your friend is under strict instructions to call the police should you not check-in.

"Terrified, lassie." He smirks. "Just tae be clear, you wanna go home at any point, I'll take you, or drive you to the station if yer not comfortable."

"I appreciate it. And if you want to kick me out, feel free."

"I'd never." He gasps, full of offence. "Unless ya decide to trash my flat, and even then that's only if you started damaging my keepsakes from ma granny."

It's your turn to gasp now. You wonder if that comment was inspired by past events—the kind of warning that only comes after you've experienced the event. "Only a monster would do such a thing."

"Aye, and I bet you can be a brat, but not a monster."

You shrug, a coy smile on your face, knowing just how bratty you can be when you want to be. "Everyone needs to be a little bratty sometimes."

"Hmm, do they now? Good job I won't get tired of putting you in yer place then, pet."

Johnny's hand slides from the gear stick to your thigh, his fingers curling around the exposed flesh just above your knee. The feeling is entirely electric, especially in combination with his words, making you hyper-aware of every sensation as his thumb sweeps over your skin and his hand tugs your legs ever so slightly apart.

"This okay?" He asks, glancing down to where his hand is settled on you—you know 100% if you said no, he'd withdraw in an instant.

"More than okay." You smile earnestly, slipping your own hand across to rest in the same place on his broad thigh. "But can I do the same?" You embrace the denim beneath your fingertips, relish in the firm muscle that rests underneath.

"As long as it's just tha', don't distract me too much." He smirks, turning briefly to wink at you.

You try to keep your eyes on the road and your hands respectful. "Can't concentrate on two things at once? Seems unlike you." You tease.

"I can." He protests, firm and certain, before his voice softens. "But I dinnae want to risk it. Precious cargo on board." He fixes you with a meaningful look in between glances at the road.

"Johnny..." You sigh, blushing profusely at his compliment and way of thinking.

"Dinnae care what anyone says, a man who'll drive like a nut with his lovie in the car is no man at all." He nods firmly, face morphing into something serious—though his eyes are filled with mirth, as his serious facade almost cracks."

"So no road head... ever?" You gasp, genuinely a little taken back at the prospect.

Johnny breathes deeply through his nose, his knuckles on the wheel turning white as his hand at your thigh grips. He faces ahead still, yet speaks slowly. "If the first time I get yer pretty mouth on me is while I'm drivin', I will crash, tha's all am saying."

"I value your honesty." Your voice leaves you as a whisper, your attempt to joke falling flat at your own breathlessness. You take a moment to compose yourself, before starting to tease again. "Save it for tonight, then?"

It's Johnny's turn to swallow hard. "We'll see."

The car journey falls silent for a little while, and the lack of conversation, while comfortable, allows for unpleasant and doubtful thoughts to creep in.

The truth is, you can talk a big game, but sometimes your desire becomes outpaced by your nerves—then you're left struggling in a swirling pit of darkened thoughts. Every time Johnny pulls away to change gear, you find yourself feeling a little colder until his hand returns.

But it doesn't do well to dwell on anxious thoughts. You force yourself to stop biting your lip, stop letting your mind flicker back to bad experiences, and actually speak to the one person who can offer you comfort right now.

"I am a little nervous..." You let the words fall free, and feel a little surprised at how small you sound.

"Aww, don't be. There's no pressure at all, promise." He says, sounding sweet and genuine—his hand squeezes your thigh once again. "Even if the furthest we go is cuddling on the couch, I'll be a very happy man."

The smile on his face speaks to the truth of the statement, and you can't help smiling right back at him.

"I appreciate you saying that." You think for a moment before continuing, trying to put into words the true source of your angst. "I just... get hesitant about opening up, I guess. Some guys before have promised me the world until they got what they wanted and then..."

You trail off, not feeling the need or the strength to go into detail about last time, or the time before that.

"Tha's not me." Once more, he squeezes and lets his thumb rub over your skin. "But I don't expect ya to just take my word for it, I'll show ya, as long as it takes."

His words mean more than you can say, and the fact he intends to back them up means even more. You really hope you can count on him.

"You're so sweet." You sigh, feeling full to the brim with appreciation.

Johnny seems a little nervous too, frenetic energy making him shuffle in his seat. He seems to be lost in thought for a few moments before he finally speaks up.

"I'm not looking to rush in and make a mistake maself. The last girl I dated..." He trails off too, his words tinged with dejection as he stares straight ahead. "Let's jus' say it didn't end well, either."

You nod understandingly, all too familiar with things not ending well. "You don't have to tell me now."

He shrugs slightly and seems like he's refusing to meet your eye any longer. "Don't want tae ruin the mood."

"It's hard to ruin it, Johnny. We're meant to be spending time together, getting to know each other." You offer your most reassuring smile, hoping he catches it out of the corner of his eyes. "I have my fair share of sob stories to unload on you, don't worry."

Although, that's another source of worry, that Johnny will run for the hills once he learns of your baggage.

"I don't doubt it." His lips fall into a frown, before being schooled into a half-hearted smile. "Hopefully we can replace them all with good stories instead."

You silently nod, hoping for the same.

"Speaking of good memories, I was thinking we could make pizzas together, I got the dough and some toppings." Johnny mentions, and the notion fills you with joy.

"Sounds like fun!" You gasp, a pressing thought flickering into your mind. "What kind of pizza toppings do you like? I feel like this is make or break."

Johnny seems to think for a moment, his tongue poking into his cheek. "Hmm... What are the most controversial choices?" He asks, a shit-eating grin breaking out on his face.

"Hmm, pineapple?" You pose a controversial yet not particularly gross topping first, to gauge Johnny's taste.

"Aye, don't mind it."

"Anchovies?"

He shrugs. "Why not?"

"... Olives?"

Now he turns, perplexed. "Who doesn't like olives?"

"A lot of people! They're horrible." You whine.

"The black ones aren't so bad, ya big baby." Johnny looks as he turns in time to watch you frown, his voice turning so condescending. "Aww, poutin' like one too. What did I tell ya about poutin' in front of me?"

"That you'd kiss me, nibble on me even." You squeak.

You watch as everything about him changes—his eyes grow stormy and lidded, his lips curl into a satisfied smirk and his voice drops dangerously low. "As soon as we get back, those lips o' yours are mine."

"... Yes Johnny." Your reply comes automatically, an instinct that you know will be capitalised on.

"Sound so sweet when ya say my name like that." He smiles brightly, genuinely pleased.

"Wait til you're fucking it out of me."

"That won't be the name I want to hear from that pretty little mouth, bonnie girl."

Shit.

You shiver all over, squirming in your seat. "Yes sir."

"Fuuuuck." Johnny groans, squeezing your thigh extra tight for good measure. "We should set some ground rules for the weekend."

He suddenly sounds quite serious, though you suppose it's a good thing. Boundaries are needed, especially if you're to keep things sensible and consensual.

"Yeah, sounds good." You nod, falling quiet to allow him to lead the way.

"I'm not gonna make ya do anything, don't think we're ready for that, but I'd like to tease it, if tha's okay?" You love the way he sounds measured and yet hopeful.

"More than okay, though I'm sure you love to tease." You giggle, filled with a little nervous energy. Johnny already teases you so much, if he steps up his game any more you might straight up melt into a puddle.

"Who doesn't? What did ya say about everyone needing to be a brat?" He jokes, winking—all charm. "But aye, think we need a long talk first before anything proper."

"I look forward to it, though." You admit. Despite detailing a lot of your interests and limits in your initial post, it's good that Johnny is adamant about revisiting them properly. Still, you're excited to get to a point where you both feel comfortable truly exploring your dynamic. "So... can I call you sir?"

Johnny falls quiet for a moment. "If it comes naturally to yer. Feel like it's something I should earn."

"You're already doing it, you make it easier to trust you with everything that you do." Like insisting the name is something earned, you think.

"I'm glad tae hear that." He nods, the smile on his face only slight, as he weighs his responsibility.

"I do have some questions, though." You begin, somewhat hesitantly, but you suppose it's good to lay your cards on the table completely. A part of you can't live with uncertainty—needs to know Johnny's true intentions.

He eyes you for a moment, before nodding. "Go on."

"So, say you had complete control over things going forward, what would you want to happen? What do you... want for our relationship?" You take a moment to breathe after spilling all of that.

Despite his focus on driving, you can see the cogs in Johnny's head turning as he mulls over your question.

"I want ya to be mine, in every sense of the word. My girl, my pet, my love. Everything, and I want tae be the same to you."

It's fortunate that you're stopped at a red light, so Johnny is free to look upon you, the meaning deep in his gaze stills you completely.

The light turns green, stealing his attention back, yet he continues to elaborate—a fond smile on his face.

"I'll always protect ya and look after ya, and you'll love me and care for me the way a good girl does."

"I'll get ya a pretty little collar, and a day one too, so no one ever forgets who you belong to."

It's amazing to you how Johnny can make your heart thump and cunt throb all in one sentence, in one look.

"We'll get you a cage, a nice training routine, and we'll fuck like animals."

His hand returns to your thigh, just as respectful as it has been all the drive thus far.

"And when we're not fucking each other's brains out, we're cuddling on the couch, going on dates, spending time with friends. All tha' normal couple stuff." He finishes up with a happy sigh, a far-off look in his eyes as he turns his attention back to you.

"What about you?"

After everything Johnny just said, an expression far beyond what you expected, you find it hard to verbalise anything at all, and certainly not something as wonderfully smooth and tempting.

You open and close your mouth a few times before finally getting your words out.

"Pretty much exactly the same." You cringe internally at how lame and lacklustre your words sound in response. "I'd like the dynamic to extend beyond the bedroom if we can manage it. For me, there isn't really an off switch."

You can only assume Johnny sees eye-to-eye with you on that, considering he replied to your post in the first place.

"Seems to come naturally with us, I like tha'."

"Me too."

Johnny removes his grasp from your thigh, opting to lace his fingers through the hand of yours sitting in your lap. "I'm glad we're on the same page, bonnie."

You squeeze his hand, relishing the way he instantly squeezes back reassuringly. Despite being connected in this way, you find it hard to look at him as you stumble through a self-conscious admission. "I was a little worried it was gonna be just sex."

"Already well beyond that, pet," Johnny replies in an instant, before chuckling and squeezing your hand again. "Dinnae go all shy on me now."

"Why? I'm sure you enjoy seeing me blush and squirm." You mumble, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

Johnny hums, amused and content. "Good job tha' I know all the best ways to make it happen then."

You hide your face in your other hand, cupping your burning cheek and disgusting your shy smile. "It's only gonna get worse for me too, I know it."

"Promise to use my powers for good, lass."

You meet Johnny's gaze again, and feel a deep joy and contentedness flowing through every part of you.

"You better."

You drive through quiet, suburban streets on the outskirts of Hereford, rows of houses passing by until Johnny turns into a street—fairly empty, and neither upscale nor impoverished. On the end sits a house, since converted into two seemingly distinct flats.

"Here we are." He comments, pulling a car to a stop and turning off the engine. Johnny leaves the car first, eager to open the door for you once more.

"Ooh, are you upstairs or downstairs?" You ask, looking at the flats and the surroundings.

"Upstairs," Johnny replies, grabbing your bag again. "Landlady lives downstairs, sweet woman."

Your mind is flooded with a little old lady, lonely and completely adoring when it comes to her young renter. "I'm sure you have her completely charmed." You giggle, imagining the effect Johnny has on older women.

"Oh aye." He laughs too, a knowing glint in his eye as he leads you up the stairs, unlocking the door. "Keeps trying to set me up with her daughter."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

As the door opens, the smell hits you—clean and fresh with an undertone of something masculine. The entryway is narrow and crowded with jackets and boots of all kinds.

"I better tell her you're off limits." You joke, as Johnny steps aside to allow you in.

He doesn't reply, simply taking ahold of you and pinning you to the door, slamming it closed behind you. His firm hands pin you by the hips, pressing you between him and the door in an instant.

"Johnny!" You gasp, breath stolen from you as Johnny is suddenly in your space—so close and hot and heavy.

He leans in, one of his hands from your hips drifting up your body, trailing up your breast and your neck, before stopping at your jaw. His large hand cups your face, thumb swiping across the plush of your lips, parting them slightly for him—he's entirely transfixed, eyes filled with arousal as they flicker between your lips and your eyes.

Closing the final few inches, his lips brush against yours, and you can practically taste the mint in his breath.

He dives in, kissing you fervently, pulling you flush against him as he practically devours your mouth with his lips and tongue. His teeth worry at your lip, his tongue collides with yours, and his hand at your waist grips you intently as a throaty groan leaves him. "Told you, pet, this mouth is mine now." taglist: @cooliofango @ramadiiiisme @pterodactyal @simonrillleyyysss @hexqueensupreme @ivymarquis @oilfics @ghosts-cyphera @msdrpreist @collmemabi @ysljoon @kmi-02 @mockerycrow @nakedcrackers @cassiecasluciluce @xcup1d @cloudsovercoffee @lovewithasideoflust @abbiesxox @ramblingsofachaoticthinker @bubuslutty want to be tagged? click here! want to be untagged? dm me or comment, i won't be offended <;3

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kotton-kandy953 · 1 month ago

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━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.1k┆warnings: death, kidnapping, blood, murder, ranpo can drive, inaccuracies in detective/police work┆a/n: I really thought I ate with the plot but then it just got thrown out the window near the end. I hope you like it, nonetheless! Merry Christmas!! ^^ (not entirely proofread/unrelated to my current event)

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

➛ yandere!ranpo e. x fem!reader

⤷ 𝕴𝕿

was a normal day at the detective agency today. Ranpo, as usual, was noisily rustling a bag of chips he has been eating out of for the past 15 minutes. The dark haired detective had his feet propped up on his desk as someone approached him.

Looking up, Ranpo’s eyes fixed on Kunikida who had stopped at his desk. The blond held a couple of papers in his arms, some stapled together and others on their lonesome.

“Ranpo,” Kunikida cleared his throat, “There have been serval reports on a missing woman in the Yokohama area, and I’d like to see your view on the case. If you’re interested, that is.”

Still eating out his bag of chips, he turned in his chair to face his coworker with an amused smile; his feet falling from his desk. “Seriously!?” He exclaimed rather excitedly, “It better be something worth my time!”

“I wanted to ask you because I’m pretty sure you knew this woman if I am not mistaken. Not only that, but she has been missing for so long that her case had gone cold. All police have given up after almost a year.”

Kunikida continues, “But the woman’s family is relentless. They won’t stop until they get answers, even if she turns out dead in the end.”

With that, the blond spread out the papers in his arms on Ranpo’s desk scattered with empty candy wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda. The papers consisted of reports about your last known whereabouts, the clothes you were wearing, and a description of your appearance.

“Her case is very strange, in a way. She showed up to work that morning like she always did, but once she left the building, no one has seen her since. There was a witness testimony saying that she had entered someone else’s vehicle but there was no evidence to prove so.”

At his words, Ranpo reached into his pocket and pulled out his “special” glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. He lazily ran his green eyes over and over the papers until his eyes landed on a picture. A picture of the missing woman in question.

A picture that made his blood run cold.

A small gasp escaped his lips as his eyes went wide in visible shock.

“What…?” He whispered, barely audible over the noise of rustling of paper filling the room as he brings the photo closer. The photo was attached to yet another paper, describing her appearance, profession, ect.

But something that he just couldn’t pry his lingering eyes off of was her name. His irises ran over the bolded text over and over again until the words didn’t even look like legible characters anymore.

“Kunikida…” he muttered almost silently, “Could you… could you tell me her first and last name?”

“Oh, her name?” He asked, confused. Surely Ranpo could’ve seen it already, but nonetheless, the blond replied.

“Her name is Y/n L/n.”

“…”

“Ranpo?”

“Oh- uh… sorry. I just…” He paused, desperately trying to gather his bearings, “I just lost my appetite.”

He crumpled up the half-eaten bag of chips and tossed them in the trash.

“So Ranpo, do you think you can find her?”

ONE YEAR AGO

“I am not going out with you, Ranpo!” You giggled at your best friend’s romantic advances, “Plus, I’m not even looking for anyone right now.”

“Really?” He tilted he head to the side as he pulled a sucker out of his mouth. He pointed it towards you in a playful manner.

“Well I can change that, Y/n! Just give me a chance, alright?” Before you could even utter a response, he began speaking again. This time, with the sucker I’m his mouth.

“You have work Monday-Friday if I am not mistaken… and you get out and hour early on days like tomorrow and Friday…” He muttered quietly to himself, but you still overheard him.

“When you get off tomorrow, I’ll be there pick you up for our date, got it?” He informed you.

Now that he’s bombarded you with the whole date idea, you can’t deny his offer now. He’s too stubborn to let you decline now.

“It’s a bit frightening how well you memorize things… especially my work schedule…” You muttered, not exactly sure if your words are genuine or not.

“Well I’m not called the ‘World’s Greatest Detective for nothin’!!” He exclaimed self righteously.

But even you knew that knowing all of those specific details about one person specifically may not solely rely on one’s “special ability.” But, you decided not dwell on it too much. You, yourself, don’t even have a special ability, so who are you to say anything about it?

But it isn’t wrong to have concerns over your privacy.

The next day, you woke up early as usual for another long, grueling, work day. At least you have a date with Ranpo to look forward to; well, the date you were practically forced into attending.

You got dressed in a nice outfit that was both appropriate for work and a date. Speaking of which, you still don’t know where Ranpo is taking you.

Knowing him it’ll probably be a movie theater or even a restaurant with a large selection of deserts on the menu.

Once the end of your shift rolled around, you left the building with your purse and your phone in your hand. As you were about to send Ranpo a quick text message asking him where he was, he came walking up to you.

As usual, he had a bag of candy in his hand. “Hey Y/n! You ready to go?” He smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I just had a question,” you began and diverted your gaze away from him. “You know how to drive?”

Ignoring your useless question, he held you hand and led you over to his car. A nice one, in fact. But seriously, when did Ranpo even buy a car!?

“Ranpo, you didn’t answer my quest—“

“-Since this is our first date,” he spoke over her, “I wanted to take you to a nice restaurant nearby. It’s only about 20 minutes away.”

“This isn’t a date, Ranpo. Not a romantic one, at least.”

“But you did agree to go on it, am I wrong?” He flashed a sly grin your way as he drove further and further away from your work building.

You never knew that’d be the last time you’d see that place.

“Well- no! You pressured me into it!” You defended yourself.

“But you got in the car of your own will, correct?”

Damnit, he got you there. Well, that’s what you get for daring to argue with a great detective.

About 15 minutes later, Ranpo had offered you a sucker and of course you took it and began eating it with no hesitation. But you couldn’t help but notice that it had a slightly different taste than usual. Weird.

Suddenly feeling a bit tired, you leaned your head against the passenger’s seat window and contemplated if you needed to go to sleep a bit earlier to avoid this grogginess.

But that’s when you noticed it, the both of you speeding past the restaurant building. At first, you beloved it was your fatigued eyes playing tricks on you, but you recognized the surrounding area.

Perking up a bit, you turned toward your eccentric “friend,” “Ra… Ranpo, we passed the, uh, restaurant…”

But there was no response from him. Shocking, usually he always has something to say, but right now he’s silent.

Weird.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was Ranpo’s hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel lightly caressing your head.

PRESENT TIME

How long has it been?

How long has it been since you left this house? This hell.

It would have had to been at least 3 months, at least that’s what you think. He doesn’t like talking about that, or anything that has to do with you and the outside world, as a matter of fact.

Why did you have to show up to work that day? You ask yourself over and over each passing day.

You were rudely awakened from your thoughts by the sound of the front door unlocking. You gathered your bearings before running up the the door, your hands clasped together in front of you. You wore a beautiful sun dress he had picked out for you in your favorite color.

You may wonder, why aren’t you locked up in his basement with no source of natural light to be seen? Why is he letting you do as you please, for the most part?

Well, it is simply because you knew better than to defy him.

Ranpo believes that without trust, there’s nothing. He’s taught you that after your very first attempt at escaping.

But no need to dwell on the past.

The door swung open to reveal a quite lethargic and tired man. Noticing his… off behavior… you moved in closer to him.

“Ranpo, dear, is everything alright?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him and pulled off his hat.

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/n! You don’t have to worry your little head about me!” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead that you desperately resisted to scrub off your face with soap and water.

“Although…” he pulled your hands up into his his as he stared deeply into your aching eyes. “Ever since your… hiatus… there have been many searches for you by the police; all of them ending up inconclusive due to my, not to mention, incomparable deduction abilities.”

Suddenly, a dull ray of hope lit up deep inside of your spirit. People out there are actually looking for you, there is a chance someone might save you from this hell.

“But, it seems they’ve left the case cold, or given up completely…” He sighed, “But of course, your family won’t give up until they know your whereabouts. Dead of alive. They just care way too much about you. That’s why your case was brought to me today.”

“How ironic.”

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t know what exactly to say.

“Wh- why are you telling me this, Ranpo?” You palms grew clammy and you became filled with anxiety.

“I can’t let them find you, love. You know I can’t! If they do, I’ll never see you again!”

I know that.

You jerked your hands away from him, letting them form into fists by your sides.

“No… No Ranpo!!” You cried as fat tears threatened to streak down your cheeks and ruin your mascara. “You can’t ki- kill them! You said that if I do as you say they- we won’t be punished!! What did I do wrong dear, please tell me!”

Sighing, he comfortingly rests a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. “I know. You haven’t done anything wrong. That’s exactly why I have to get rid of ‘em. And plus, I’m the only man- only person you will ever need or love. Is that why you’re doing this, huh? Don’t tell me you still love them?“

Grabbing onto his sleeve, you began to get desperate, “I do! I do love you! I just… isn’t taking the lives of the innocent… wrong? And there’s n- no way someone can solve a crime such an amazing detective!”

“Please just tell me… you won’t murder them…” you diverted your gaze to the ground, your hands refusing to release their strong grip on him.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Pressing a soft kiss onto your lips, he left the room.

You wanted to flinch at his kiss, but the overflowing anxiety and fear building up inside of you was enough to distract you. Was he telling the truth? Only God knows.

They only thing you can do is wait it out.

Well, that’s what you thought you had to do. Because when Ranpo arrived home from “work” the next day, the crimson spatters on his outfit was enough to let you know the answer to your question.

Looking over him, you felt… you felt betrayed, in a way. Stumbling back, you hit the kitchen table, tears running down your face, causing your mascara to come down in dark streaks.

“Y/n, I know I- I lied to you but please just remember…” he reached a bloody hand out to your cheek, smearing blood on your skin.

He pulled you in closer with his free hand around your waist, “…I did this for us. For you! Because I love you.”

Without a second thought, he brought you into a forceful, yet passionate, kiss.

Do you, Ranpo, you thought.

Do you really love me?

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seiya-starsniper · 9 months ago

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Six Degrees of Separation

Rating: Teen || Chapters: 1/4 || Word Count 1.4k

Summary:

The Dead Boy Detectives run into a familiar pub while out on a case, and Crystal has to contend with an unfortunate event from her past.

Hob Gadling wasn't planning on adopting three teenagers and a full grown woman, but stranger things have happened in his long centuries of life.

Read here on Tumblr, or over on AO3

dedicated to @softest-punk for making me emotional about Hob adopting the kids in DBD 💖

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“In here!” Edwin shouts, gesturing frantically at the entrance to a pub that looks vaguely familiar to Crystal. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have much time to wonder before the banshee chasing them lets out a blood curdling scream. Crystal rushes in with Charles right behind her, pushing the door and slamming it shut behind her. Thankfully the pub seems to be completely empty except for one man.

A man who looked extremely pissed off to see them.

“Oh bloody hell, fuck no, not you, out!” the older man shouts, moving out from behind the bar and looking ready to chase them out by force if necessary. Crystal braces herself, glancing around frantically for some sort of back door that she can bolt to if necessary. She’s pretty sure she can outrun him.

Charles and Edwin however, are a different story.

“Hob, it’s us!” Charles exclaims, throwing up his hands in an attempt to show no harm.

“We’re sorry for bringing a ghost to your door, Mr Gadling,” Edwin adds. “If you’ll just let me borrow one of your books to get rid of this banshee, we’ll be out of your hair.”

“Not you two, her,” the man, Hob (what the hell kind of name was that?) growls, pointing at Crystal accusingly. Edwin and Charles turn to her in shock, and Crystal is about to protest that she has no idea what this man is on about, but then the memory of how she knows Hob Gadling comes flooding back to her.

The pub they’d run into was The New Inn and Crystal had almost burned it down last year because some girl she hated at school had come here for her 18th birthday. With all of Crystal’s friends, sans Crystal. Ex-friends now, since Crystal had tried to burn the place down with the whole party still inside. Hob had, unsurprisingly, pressed charges, and it took a lot of money from her parents to make everything go away.

“I’m sorry!” Crystal yells, just as the banshee screeches and slams its body against the door behind them. It lights up an iridescent blue, a warding against ghosts. Of course Crystal had to go and fuck up the one supernatural relationship she had because she was an idiot asshole last year.

“I know this isn’t a great time, but I’m kind of a different person now?” Crystal says, having no idea how to even begin to explain the weird circumstances of the last month. “I swear what my past self did isn't who I am now,” she adds, also raising her hands to show she means no harm.

“She’s part of the Dead Boy Detectives Agency, mate,” Charles interjects, while Edwin nods furiously in agreement. “Please don’t throw her out!”

The banshee lets out another screech and slams itself against the door, rattling the frame so hard that Crystal’s afraid it might fly off the hinges at any moment. Whatever ward Hob had placed, it wasn’t going to hold out for that much longer.

“What the hell is going on?!” a familiar voice cries out, and then Jenny Green of all people is coming out of what Crystal assumes is the kitchen. She’s also brandishing a butcher knife, because why would any of that change now that she lives across the pond?

“Jenny?!” Charles and Edwin yell.

“Oh fuck,” the older woman curses, glancing back and forth between the three of them and Hob. Crystal really hopes they haven’t just gotten Jenny fired. Finding a job had been tough enough for her when they'd relocated, and she had refused any help financially from Crystal.

“You know them?!” Hob asks, shock clear in his voice.

“It’s a long story,” Jenny grumbles, then screams when the banshee throws itself against the door again. “What the fuck, why did you lead a ghost here? ”

The door rattles and creaks, and the ward around the pub shimmers and vibrates angrily, which seems to finally prompt Hob to action. He straightens his back, rubs a hand over his face, and then takes one, two, three deep breaths before he looks them all over appraisingly.

“Jenny, get the salt from the back,” Hob orders, gesturing her back to the kitchen. “The iron knives should be on the shelf next to them. Edwin, you know where the tomes are,” he adds pointing upwards, likely towards a room on the second floor of the pub. Jenny and Edwin nod quietly before disappearing to their designated posts, leaving Crystal and Charles alone with Hob.

“Right, so since when have the Dead Boys gotten themselves involved with trust fund brats?” Hob asks, still eyeing Crystal warily as if he expects her to pull out a lighter at any moment.

“Since this trust fund brat got possessed by a demon and got her memories stolen,” Crystal answers, wincing when she realizes how harsh that sounds. “Sorry. I just recently got them back and it's been a weird time. I really am sorry though. For like, nearly burning this place to the ground cause I was mad.”

“You did what? ” Charles cries out, his mouth agape. “Please tell me that was all David’s doing.”

Crystal scrunches up her face and then shakes her head. “I wish it was, but no. Just plain old shitty Crystal,” she answers truthfully.

Hob looks between the two of them, then sighs, his expression softening.

“Look, clearly you’ve done some soul searching and I am the last person who should be allowed to hold a grudge against someone who’s done some bad things,” he says, then gestures to Charles. “If the boys vouch for you, then I’m willing to bury the hatchet. All right, Ms Von-Hovercraft?”

“Please just call me Crystal,” Crystal pleads. She really hated being referred to by her surname. It still felt weird and foreign to her, after everything she had gone through. Hob huffs, and this time when he looks at her, there isn’t a shred of contempt in his expression.

“Yeah okay. Crystal,” he says warmly. “You can call me Hob.”

Crystal wants to ask where the hell the name Hob comes from, because she’s pretty sure she remembers his name being Richard , but before she can say anything, Edwin and Jenny come back and Hob turns his full attention to taking care of the banshee that’s trying to get past the wards he has around the entire pub.

“You’re lucky Tuesday’s a slow night,” Hob says, before he starts flipping through the tome. “Jenny, Crystal, make a salt circle by the tables over there,” he adds, pointing to his left. “You’re going to need to lead her there so we can trap her.”

Crystal and Jenny make as large of a circle as they can, pouring generous amounts of salt into the floor. When they’re done, Hob instructs them to the front of the pub, where the door is still rattling and glowing angrily. Edwin and Charles are standing next to Hob, Charles with his cricket bat out, and Edwin and Hob ready to chant the spell within the tome.

“When I count to three, open the door and run like hell into the salt circle,” Hob tells them. “One, two, THREE!”

Crystal throws open the door and both she and Jenny cover their ears as they run towards the salt circle. The banshee’s cries are even louder now that she’s inside the pub, but their plan works. She follows them straight into the circle, then screeches again in anger once she realizes she cannot follow them out. Her long hands try to grab for Jenny’s apron, but Charles materializes right at the circle’s edge to bat her hand away.

Hob and Edwin start chanting some spell in what Crystal assumes is Latin, and the banshee screeches at an even louder volume than before. The salt circle alights a bright gold, and Crystal and Jenny are practically thrown backwards by the force of the magic taking effect.

The banshee lets out one more high pitched scream, and then her dark grey dress suddenly becomes stark white, dark and wet black hair paling slowly to a soft light brown. When the banshee lifts her face, her eyes are no longer sunken and black, but wide and bright green.

She’s beautiful, now that she’s no longer in pain.

The Night Nurse shows up shortly afterwards, collecting the woman and gently reassuring her that she’s going to a better place. She looks at Hob like she’s offended by his very existence, which the man takes in stride and cheerfully waves her off, telling her to say hello to her boss for him.

“Right then,” Hob says after the banshee and the Night Nurse have left. “Now that that’s taken care of, care to explain to me what the bloody hell is the connection with you lot?”

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives fanfic #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #hob gadling #crystal palace #edwin payne #charles rowland #jenny green #will eventually be payneland and dreamling but this part is gen #seiya writes #seiya writes dbda

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where-dreamers-go · 8 months ago

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“Introductions” rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Meeting Connor for the first time. Reader is an investigative assistant. This one’s a little short. Warnings: Language and canon violence (one punch). Use of (Y/F/N) for your first name. Word Count: 738 words)

Days could be exceedingly repetitive. Other days were only the same by slim comparisons. The work day ahead of you would likely change all of that by a sizable percentage.

Not that you knew that in the moment.

Walking out of the restroom, close to the break room, you heard the tell tale voice of Detective Reed. He didn’t sound too enthused. Nothing new there.

Before taking notice of anything else, you saw ‘ANDROID’ on the back of a dark jacket. An intriguing sight for the break room and unfortunate given a certain detective’s presence.

Oh, no, you thought as your feet took you closer. A wall blocked the scene’s entirety, but you could hear plenty.

“. . . is that it?” Detective Reed asked sourly.

You reached a vacant space behind the concrete wall, hearing his voice clearly.

“Hey, bring me a coffee, dipshit.”

Quietly, you took one step into the break room.

Reed was standing uncomfortably close to the dark-haired android and looking smug if not a little peeved.

The newcomer did not turn to retrieve any coffee.

“GET A MOVE ON!”

Rigid, you watched on. Something in you needed to know how this turned out, to get a better read of everyone in the room.

Neither individual moved in their standoff.

“I’m sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” The android replied.

“Oh… Oh…” Detective Reed turned sarcastically to his companion at a small table who was watching.

The android had been looking to the silent detective as well until Reed sucker punched the android’s middle. Without a word, the android dropped down to one knee. Stiff and giving no other reaction.

Their backs were to you completely.

“When a human gives you an order, you obey.” Reed pointed at the downed figure before leaning forward. “Got it?” He crouched even further to be eye level. “Stay outta my way… Next time you won’t get off so easy.”

Reed pushed the android’s forehead before leaving him hunched over, close to the floor. Even walking off with the other detective a few paces behind, Reed stared harshly at the android.

Hater, you thought, ignoring the widescreen television hung on the wall set to a news channel. Poor thing.

In front of you, the figure pushed themselves up in one straight movement before rolling the shoulder joints.

Oh. You rushed over.

“Are you okay?” You asked in a hushed tone, coming up beside the android’s left side.

“I do not have any damage. All of my systems are operational.” The brown-eyed android said. After adjusting his tie, he turned to you fully. The LED on his temple spun for a couple of moments before settling to a steady blue.

“So…you are okay?”

“I am.” He gave a half smile, encouragingly. “My name is Connor. I am the android sent by Cyberlife.”

“Hi… My name is (Y/F/N). I am a human….who had enough motivation to go to work today.” You paused with a small smile. “I’m an investigative assistant.”

“Perhaps we will both be assigned to the same case. Lieutenant Anderson and I are assigned to any case involving androids.”

“Hank Anderson?” You lowered your voice as you asked.

“Yes. Have you worked with him?” His eyes seemed to brighten.

“Yeah. This should be interesting.”

Connor tilted his head.

Cute. Well at least he’s not teamed with Reed. That’d be a disaster and a half.

Clearing your throat, you clasped your hands together.

“Uh… Not all humans are like Reed, but if he bothers you again… Please let me know.”

“I can handle myself, but I will keep that in mind.”

I hope so. You thought and took a step to the side.

“Good. Uh. I guess I’ll see you around, Connor. I hope your day goes by more smoothly.”

“Thank you.” He gave a slight inclination of his head. “I look forward to working with you if we are assigned on the same case or in passing.”

Smiling in kind, you gave a small wave and left the break room to return to your business.

Whether the android’s words were merely professional or friendly, you had a good feeling about your new acquaintance. You harbored no ill feelings towards androids. Perhaps that was a weakness, perhaps not.

But why would they have an android put on android cases? Hmm.

There would be plenty of time to ponder that question and many more.

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sillydummydum · 4 months ago

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Hello Everybody!!!

My name's Luna, I'm an autistic 16y old demiaroace bissexual girl who really enjoys playing games, drawing and self shipping!! I've been doing it without knowing since I was like 8 so yeah -v-" I'm a little bit shy and definitely don't know how to make pretty aah tumblr posts but I try to have fun! Never interacted with much people from the self shipping community due to shyness-- but I'm happy to make new self shipper friends!! I tend to talk allot so sorry if I yap! I got the silly--

☆ She/her ☆

I really like:

- Persona (main special interest)

- Pokemon (very strong special interest!!)

- Sonic

- Undertale

- Touhou

- Rpg

- Honestly videogame and uh-- hell! even anime in general!! sign me in! I really like to learn abt other people's passions so plz show me lots of cool media!! I'll love it!

- Does my boyfriend counts?... cuz I do like him allot

- Making friends!!

I don't really enjoy:

- fighting on the Internet (I swear don't fight me I'll cry) /j

- Basic dni stuff yk just bad people in general

- Anti self shippers duhh

- People who don't like my boyfriend

- People who DO like my boyfriend/j

Romantic F/O's:

- Goro Akechi ♡ (my main f/o!! My boyfriend! My silly!~ Will mostly if not a 100% of the time talk about him!! And I'm usually mocking him lol he's stupid, miserable and fun to laugh at/pos Not really comfy with sharing! Aaah sorry i mean i don't mind if you interact but you knoooow... ><")

- Naoto Shirogane (kinda jealous so nu-uh)

- X!tale Chara (don't mind!)

- Satori Komeiji (don't mind~)

Short list lol the only ones I am very invested in are Goro and Naoto, i'm a detective kisser ig 😭

- Shuichi Saihara (don't mind!!)

- Shadow the hedgehog (It's a little funny to think abt that one I mean I freaking love yall Shadow selfshippers plz do interact)

Platonic F/O's:

- Honestly all the persona 3/4/5 main cast are my best friends in my respective persona alternate universes, change my mind. BESTIES BESTIES BESTIES!!! I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS AND BEING SILLY WITH THEM!!!

- Akiren and Futaba specially tho, Leblanc familly makes me happy happy happy hi Sojiro plz adopt me :3

- Sumire too, THAT'S MY BESTIE RIGHT HERE EVERYONE!!!! (Can my royal trio favoritism be noticed throughout this post? Impossible challenge.)

- Nanako as well!~ my cute little consideration sis <3

- Sumireko is my absolute Touhou bestie!!!

- Flandres is my sis <3 (Remi too naturally cof cof)

- Cream the rabbit as my little sister? HELL YEAH, CLAIMED!! (I really enjoy having siblings leave me alone 😭)

- If a character exists in a media I self insert into, i'll probably be their friend or steal their blood/hj

Okay let me stop myself before i start becoming a friends/sister with the whole fictional universe...

So that's it! I'm not really good at using tumblr or... talking to people-- so yeah lol sorry!! I just really really like my boyfriend and wanted to share that! he makes me happy and joyful and makes me forget about my problems to worry about his ♡ And i wish that everyone could be able to experience that hapinnes without judgements! happy self shipping for everyone!!! And remember...

Your F/O loves you ♡

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10:19

Fluff, x reader (feat. Bakugou & Kaminari)

You blinked back at the sunlight cutting across the patio, slowly seeing more of a silhouette talking to Bakugou. You elbowed him in the side until he nodded as if you’d spoken.

“Oh. Just Kaminari.”

“Just? What kinda’ intro is that.” The blue shades slid back into his hair, showing off the creases around his eyes when his smile widened at you.

“Hel-“

“Sorry, but you are so pretty.” You paused at the interruption, tilting your head to take in his expression and features.

“Oh? Thanks. You’re pretty too.” You turned back to the man beside you. “Gonna grab a drink. See you guys inside?”

“Um…dude?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just shoot me down or?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

You heard the scraping of a chair as you wandered into the building. The air was much cooler than the summer you’d left on the other side of glass. Yet the bakery atmosphere was thick was cinnamon, meeting you with a different sort of warmth. You jumped as a hand wound around your waist. You relaxed into it as you saw the pink skin tone.

“Mina, I almost smacked the shit out of you.”

“Um, you should smack people who grab you.”

The guys caught up as you wriggled loose of your friend’s grip. She squealed just as you broke loose.

“I love your earrings!” Your hand flew up to your ears, curious which ones you’d put on earlier. You found the cool surface of clay polymer and laughed.

“Thanks, they’re my new favorites.”

“Mmm, I like ‘em too. Didn’t even notice them at first. Only saw that beautiful face.” You turned your smile to Kaminari as he fell into the seat beside Mina.

“I’ll have to let the guy know he should work harder at the earrings if my face is stealing the attention.” Your eyes darted to the table, seeing she had already started breakfast without you. “I’m gonna grab a coffee. You good?” Mina took a large bite of the muffin she’d been working on and waved you off in the direction of the counter.

“The fuck keeps happening?”

“What? If you spilled on my fur again, I’m covering you in acid.”

“They-dude, I don’t even have anything. What would I spill? Wait… wasn’t I annoyed about something other than you?” You caught the sound of a soft slap. “Ow.”

You took your time looking through the display case and menu, letting their bickering float around you. Mina seemed to have countless faux brothers she bantered with like this.

“Oh, so am I broken or are theyyy?” The blonde’s voice morphed into a whine…very younger brother of him. “I mean, NO reaction? I’m not that fuckin’ low on the hero charts, what’s the deal?”

“Hmm. Maybe they don’t like blondes…or idiots.”

“Shut your-“

You turned just in time to see a pink finger flick a forehead. You sipped at your drink, hovering near the chair they’d left open for you once you reached the table.

“They don’t have a problem with blondes.” You smiled at the way Bakugou chimed in without looking up from his phone. He always seemed to be actively listening to his friends no matter what he was pretending to be more focused on.

“Sorry, kami…they just don’t like you then.”

Bakugou finally looked up at you when you still hadn’t settled into the seat beside him. You shook your drink at him, rattling the ice.

“This is really good. Sure you didn’t want one? It’s a new spiced one.”

“What about meee?” You laughed. The whine still hadn’t left Kaminari’s tone. He really was giving off younger sibling energy.

“Spiced? You seem like you prefer the sugary stuff.”

“You’re so sweet I could skip the sugar.” You hummed, processing the information.

“So you want me to get you a spiced one?”

His mouth fell open. “What? No, I-“ You sat down, watching his desperate gaze fly from a laughing Mina to a smirking Bakugou. “What…is…happening…to me?”

“They’re just not great with that.” You furrowed your brows as a pink hand gave unsolicited head pats, tugging your head away from her reach after she got a couple taps in.

“What does that EVEN mean?”

Someone tugged your drink from your loosened grip as you swatted at the pink attack that was never ending.

“They didn’t even realize we were dating for a few weeks.” Bakugou took a long sip from your drink. “That is good.”

“Hey! I said I’d get you your own.” You yanked it back, frowning at the new level halfway down the ice. “What’re you guys talkin’ about anyway?”

“How pretty you are.” You rolled your eyes, shoving him out of his chair.

“Haha. Very funny. Go buy me another one of these, you monster.”

“Sure thing, beautiful.” You smacked his hand away as it pinched at your heated cheek. You saw Kaminari’s mouth was open.

“What…is…HAPPENING?” You laughed as Mina pet him like a dog.

“There there.”

Masterlist

Just some mindless bakusquad I guess?

#tag list #if you changed your name sorry i am not a detective

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mxstly-melancholy · 21 days ago

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William Afton X Detective!Reader Part one

You're a detective working on a bunch of missing children’s cases. Your head is throbbing from the sleepless nights, no leads in sight. Then, an important man walks through your office door. He says he has something that could change the case and make you a hero.

Warnings: not proofread lol, fem reader, mentions of the missing children, kind of coercion? (But reader wants it), blowjobs, a knife, physical assault?, manipulative behavior, pet names, cliffhanger (i am horrible at warnings I am so sorry please let me know if I should add anything else.)

A local pizzeria, Freddy fazbears, has been having a horrible experience lately with children going missing nearby it. Unfortunately for you, you’re the top detective on the case of nearly all of these children.

You can’t find a lead, at all. No one can. Any shred of evidence there might have been is completely gone. Your biggest suspect is one of the owners.

The police, and the detective agency you work for have searched the place top to bottom- and yet there’s absolutely no indication of anything happening there.

The owners, William Afton and Henry Emily, had absolutely no clue what was going on either. Or so they say.

Henry was disgusted, sad and horrified. Meanwhile, William seemed to not… care?

Having to sit in front of the distraught parents and tell them there were no true leads was hard. Some of them yelled, screamed, and tried to fight. Others just broke down crying and were inconsolable.

After nearly a month, the case was cold. With no new information, and being unable to find anything- the detective agency had more important things for you to do.

Until one day, you sat at your desk, a police officer knocked on your door.

“Come in!”

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you. We have a man here who says he owns that pizzaria you have been investigating?” The officer spoke.

Your eyebrows raised.

“Bring him in.”

The officer nodded and turned, allowing the tall man to come into the office. He shuts the door behind him.

“William, Nice to see you.” You spoke, curiously. You two have spoken previously during the initial investigation.

He smiled, sitting down on a chair in front of your desk. “Likewise. Hey, so.. I have some information that could change this case. I mean, it’s pretty big information.”

Your eyes widen, “Go on.”

“I found out about it and immediately had to come and tell you.” He smirked, weird.

You looked around, as if this was a joke.

“Alright… well… what is it then??”

He crossed his legs and folded his hands.

“Well see, that’s where things get tricky.” He sighed.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not giving this information up for free.”

You scoffed, dropping your pen on the desk. “I mean, it’s your business, don’t you want to clear your name?”

William shrugged. “Could care less about that right now, I have a few other things in mind.”

He looked you up and down.

You blushed, “Mr. Afton, what are you suggesting?”

He gave that weird smirk again.

“I don’t want your money. I want you.”

You nearly choke on air, taken aback by his straight forwardness. Part of you gets it, you honestly take a good look at him and think ‘fuck it, why not.’, but your professional side doesn’t want to lose your job.

“Mr. Afton that’s not appropriate.”

He stands up quickly, sticking his hand into his pocket and tossing a folded piece of paper onto your desk.

“I thought you might say that.. Well, When you want to become the town's hero, come see me.”

And with that, he left.

The paper had his phone number on it.

Later that night, you were at home.

You held the paper in your hands, examining it carefully.

Sweating, you picked up the phone. You knew you should not be doing this right now, your job would be on the line if anyone found out about this. But, he had a certain.. aura about him.

You dial his number, the ringing of the phone making your stomach turn.

“I see you came to your senses.” He answered.

You nervously laugh, “Mr. Afton this is business.”

”And, what is this business about that you call me at nearly midnight?”

“I want to take you up on your offer. You give me the information in exchange for… whatever it is you want from me.” You swallow hard, instantly regretting your words. But his words of becoming the towns hero rang in your ears.

He hummed, taking a moment to reply.

“I see… Well, why don’t you come over then?”

You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. But you had to. You had to figure this case out.

”What is your address? I'll be over soon.”

Pulling up to his house you couldn’t help but notice how huge it is. Does he have a family? There’s no way he’s living in this house alone, and if he is, why? The detective in you looked around before getting out of your car, examining his sleek car and the exterior of the house before you were interrupted by him opening the front door.

You exit your car and walk to the door, smiling nervously at him.

“Welcome. Come in.”

You nod and walk in, looking around.

“I don’t believe I caught your name, Miss..?”

You tell him your name, watching as he locks the door behind you.

“Beautiful, just like you.”

“Thanks.. So… um… we need to make a deal here.”

He walks you to the living room. You couldn’t help but notice there are no picture frames on the walls. Strange for a house this big

“Mmhhh, A deal?” He sat on his black leather couch, spreading his legs and leaning back. You stood in front of him, staring down at him. You couldn’t help but be flustered by him doing this.

”You give me the information first, and then.. i'll do whatever it is you want, plus.. i'll even pay you.”

William giggled, crossing his arms. He looked up at you with a sly grin.

“How do I know you’re not going to just run off after I tell you?”

This stumped you. You scoff, putting your hands out in defense. “I wouldn’t get much out of it. You’d probably go to the press or something and say I did something I didn’t to get back at me. I have everything to lose here, I swear I’m not going to run off. Here,” You get your Wallet out of your pocket and put $200 on the coffee table. “So at least if you do think I’m gonna run off, you aren’t leaving empty handed.”

William smirks, “Smart girl.. alright, come here.”

You walk closer to him, slowly and hesitantly.

“I don’t bite.”

You look him in the eyes, blush rushing to your face.

“Now, get on your knees darling. I’m gonna tell you the information while you blow me.”

You nearly gasp at his words, but a rush of adrenaline runs right through you, and a shock down to your core. You can’t believe this is happening… but you aren’t against it.

Doing what he says, you get on your knees and slowly put your hands on his thighs. He leans back a little more and undoes his belt.

”Now, you know I am a very successful business owner, hm?”

You nod, watching him unzip his dress pants.

He grabs one of your hands and places it on his growing bulge.

“Mmh, Well then you’re gonna take what i say very seriously, right?”

You nod again, stroking him through his pants before licking your lips. He smiles, pushing his pants down to give you full access. You quickly push his briefs down far enough for his cock to spring out. Your thighs press together, you couldn’t lie to yourself - he was so fucking hot.

You take him in your hand, stroking him slowly.

”That’s it, darling… doing so good.” He pats your head, “Now suck it.”

Leaning forward, you take him into your mouth gently.

He shivers and moans, making you want to hear more.

”I’m gonna tell you.. don’t worry… keep going…”

You go slow, taking as much as you can into your mouth. You swirl your tongue on the underside of his shaft, earning more breathy moans from him. His hand tangles in your hair, lightly guiding your head.

“You see- ah- i found this information out a while ago but I didn’t think- mmhh- that someone would care so much to keep digging,” He spoke softly, listening to you moaning and sucking him off. His eyes stayed on you.

”I couldn’t help but notice how dedicated you are to your work- impressive really.” He teases as he pushes your head down more, causing you to gag. He giggles, letting up.

You weren’t going to lie, his rambling was distracting you from the task at hand, even though this is literally the whole reason you’re doing this in the first place.

His hips push up into your mouth as he holds your head still, starting a rougher pace. Your eyes teared up as he throat fucked you. His grunts and moans made you shiver with arousal, being used like this made you feel filthy in such a good, but awful way.

”Fuck love, your throat feels so good. Gonna cum in it, and you’re gonna swallow every last fucking drop. You hear me?”

He breathes out, you try to respond, but there was no way. Your hands gripped his thighs painfully tight, pushing him further to the finish line. The tears and drool were not helping his case here. His eyes lock with yours as he gives a final thrust, cumming in your throat with a loud moan. He pulls out, watching as you swallow and cough, and try to catch your breath.

Before you could even do that, suddenly you’re flipped and turned around, his arm wraps around your neck, putting you in a headlock.

You panic, sniffling and gasping.

”W-what are you-!”

William leaves enough room in the headlock for you to breathe, giggling in your ear.

“You are so silly, darling.”

You heard him shifting, grabbing something. Your eyes leaked tears, silently sobbing as you struggled in his grasp.

”William please- Wai-“

Suddenly he put his hand over your mouth, and a knife was held against your throat instead.

You wanted to scream, fight and run, but you couldn’t. Any move you make right now and you’re dead.

“It’s me.”

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goddessofmischief · 1 year ago

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SAY DON'T GO (YOUNG BUGGY X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read. (Especially with this one. It really, really fits it. Maybe even read the lyrics. It's really Buggy's POV in this fic.)

The first nights alone on the Oro Jackson were quiet.

You weren't alone, not really. You had Buggy and Shanks with you, after all, but it was strange hearing the place you grew up be silent for the very first time. The soft snores of your friends were nothing compared to the riotous laughter you had fallen asleep to every night for the past decade.

You were all orphans now.

"Shanks," you whispered, tapping him on the arm. You didn't dare wake up Buggy.

"Hm?" he hummed sleepily.

"Can't sleep."

"Me neither," he said, despite the fact that he was very obviously asleep mere moments ago.

Things felt different. Different than days before. You didn't feel like the woman who had been abandoned by - then reconciled with - Dracule Mihawk, or the woman who had stood and witnessed Roger's execution only one day earlier. You felt like a girl again, now that it was just you and Shanks and Buggy. Just the three of you, against the world, a world that did not seem quite so dim and empty as it had been these past few months.

And so you and Shanks (and Buggy, once he woke up to the commotion) "can't sleep"-ed together, laughing and talking and acting like everything would be fine, like you were a proper crew, like you were all you needed, like you and Shanks had never shared that poisoned kiss.

...

The mornings after that were not quite as bright.

It turned out that if you wanted to be a pirate crew, a real pirate crew, you needed some things. Other crew mates - those would come later, Shanks reasoned - and supplies, plenty of them. So you docked the ship at a nearby port, far from Marine influence, and began shopping.

"You know, I've been thinking," said Shanks, taking a bite out of an apple, "Maybe we should change our flag - our Jolly Roger?"

"Roger's flag? No way."

"C'mon, think about it. It's our ship now."

"Who would we even change it to? I mean, I wouldn't mind letting you be captain - in name only - but Buggy won't like it."

"Buggy will get used to it."

"What, and he'll be first mate? Who am I, then?"

"I don't know, I'm sure we'll come up with something-"

You smacked his arm.

"You're such a jerk."

"Such a jerk, 'Captain.'"

...

Buggy had dreamt of you last night.

How things were different now, maybe, for the first time. How maybe things could really change.

Mihawk had abandoned you (bummer) and you and Shanks seemed to have a strange distance between you since the wedding that Buggy couldn't understand. You would need someone, he was sure of it, and he would be there.

"Hey, guys," Buggy called out, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and climbing aboard the Oro Jackson. A single daisy was concealed in his pocket. "Got everything?"

"Yeah, um," you said, and you couldn't look at Buggy.

"...What? What's going on?"

You looked up at Shanks, pleadingly.

"Don't make me say it."

"He'll take it better from you," said Shanks, and Buggy detected a hint of a smirk on his face. Weariness, too.

"Shanks wants to be captain," you mumbled, staring at the deck.

Buggy laughed.

"Kidding, right? You're... kidding." He saw the look on your face. "You're not kidding. Well, you told him, no, right? You told him no."

"She agreed to it," Shanks said. "She didn't mind. But she wasn't sure how you would take it."

"Why would you agree to that?" Buggy shouted, louder than he meant to, and you flinched. "Look at me. Why would you-"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I thought it was the right thing."

"Why isn't it me, huh? Why not me? What's the difference? There's nothing Shanks has done that I couldn't do."

"I trust him," you confessed. "I trust him to lead-"

"Yeah? Why not me?"

"Buggy-"

"Answer the question," Buggy snapped. "Why not me?"

"That's enough," said Shanks. "That's enough."

Shanks, he noticed, had put his arm around your shoulders protectively - as if you needed to be protected. As if you needed to be protected, from him.

"I'm leaving," Buggy said, and turned to grab his things.

He really meant it, too - he meant it, as he went downstairs and collected his clothes and weapons and souvenirs of the life he'd been living for the past twenty years. He almost grabbed a sweater of his you often liked to borrow, but left it.

He'd been so stupid to believe that anything could change. That he'd finally be like Shanks, an equal. He would never be as good as Shanks. He would always be second in your heart to him - third, depending on what your opinion of Mihawk was at the time.

Somehow, he'd always known.

It didn't matter if this crew, this boat, was the best chance he had at getting the One Piece. He would get it anyway, and when he did, he was going to have a good laugh at the look on you and Shanks' faces. But then again, you probably didn't care if you died peasants, as long as you had each other, and you'd probably be thrilled to be rid of him-

"...Buggy?"

He heard a creak and turned to see you holding the sweater.

"You forgot something," you said quietly, holding it out to him. Buggy shook his head.

"It's worn out. It's all... stretched, and you got stains on it, and there's too many holes. It's beyond repair."

All lies. You were particularly careful with this sweater, because it wasn't just your favorite - you knew it was Buggy's favorite, too.

You frowned, staring down at it and searching for a tear.

"You can throw it out, for all I care," and Buggy slammed the lid of his suitcase down.

"It's really warm," you said, "...And I don't want to."

You pulled it over your head, sleeves hanging far past where your arms could stretch. Buggy watched you, unable to look away.

He had forgotten how cute you could be when you weren't stabbing him in the back.

"Why'd you come down?" he asked, fixing a resentful expression on his face. "Figured you'd be celebrating with Shanks right now."

"I'm not gonna let you leave, Bug. You really are crazy if you thought I would."

"What's the point in me staying? You as good as said it back there, there's nothing I do that Shanks doesn't do better-"

"And how do you think I feel?" you snapped. "You think it felt good, watching him be stronger my whole life? Knowing that no matter what I did, Roger was never gonna respect me more than him? Did you even think about the fact that when I let Shanks be captain, I took it away from myself, too?"

Truthfully, Buggy had never thought to consider it.

"Do you know why I put up with it?"

"Tell me."

"Because he goddamn deserves it," you stated. "He deserves every bit of respect he gets. He's nearly the best swordsman because he trained to be, he's a fighter because he fought to be, and he's never once faltered when I needed him. He's a leader, and that's not who we are. So you can walk away from me and him and the One Piece, and be a big baby, but there's a reason why I chose him over myself. Do you not think I'm capable, Buggy? Do you not think I'm good enough?"

"You're good enough."

"I know I am. But you didn't see me throwing a fit on the deck. Making him captain doesn't mean that I think Shanks is better than you, because I don't think he's better than me, either. We all have jobs."

"Yeah? What's yours?"

"Doctor," you said. "And sniper, and cook, for now."

"And what about me?" Buggy asked, leaning against the wall and fixing his gaze on you. "If I stayed, what would you have me do?"

"I'd let you be first mate. And shipwright. And blacksmith. You're talented with making things."

"I didn't think you'd noticed."

"Of course I have," you said. "I'm wearing something you made right now."

It's true, you were. Buggy had gotten into knitting a long time ago, during lazy days on the Oro Jackson in his youth, and had decided to make a sweater for you after seeing how cold you got. He'd lost his nerve in the middle of the project and begun making it in his size instead of yours after fearing you wouldn't want it, but it ended up in your hands anyway.

You approached Buggy, tentatively, the long sleeves of the sweater draping off your wrists. He eyed you as you stared up at him, pleadingly, and then threw your arms around him as if you trap him, and could make him stay there forever.

"Please stay," you whispered, voice muffled by his shoulder.

Buggy smirked, holding you.

"I didn't think you would beg, doll."

"...Only for you."

Maybe he would stay a little longer.

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avocado-writing · 1 year ago

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What if after the dance scene Wyll wasn’t as much of a ~gentleman~ and put his Disney prince persona aside for one night???

pairing: wyll x reader

rating: E

words: 1.3k

Pt1

You are lovely.

Ever since you convinced him to come to this party he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you. You were as good as your word about your performance, hopping up on a crate repurposed as a stage and pouring your heart into your lute - all the time throwing him glances and winks. It made him hot under the collar, and not for the first time Wyll is glad that his new demonic features make it more difficult to detect a blush.

You danced with him as much as the other partygoers would let you. Harmless little ballroom-adjacent two-steps to start with, getting more joyous as the night went on; you made him help you teach the children how to dance a weave and he thrilled every time your hands brushed together. By the end of the night your arms were looped around his neck, face sleepily tucked into his shoulder as you moved together to the memory of music.

He is so glad he didn’t spend the night alone by the river.

But gods, he is suffering.

Eventually he manages to pull himself away from you under the guise that he’s going to retire for the evening. This seems plausible enough: it is late after all and most people have settled down, nodding-off children carried in the arms of adults for one more night of safe slumber before a long journey to Baldur’s Gate. The party seems to be over.

That is not the reason he hides.

Wyll has been spending the last half an hour desperately trying to hide the fact he’s hard from you. At half-mast at least, and the feeling of you up against him… gods, of your body pressed to his…

He knows it would be improper to do what he longs to do: drag you to his bedroll and spend all night worshipping you with his tongue, his hands, his cock. There is a decent way to do these things and he has too much respect for you to ask for it otherwise. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s aching in his trousers, though, so he bids you goodnight, ignores the bittersweet look in your eye as he heads off, and practically legs it to his tent.

The second the fabric of the door comes down behind him, he unlaces his fly and slips out, taking himself in his hand and trying not to groan.

He can still smell you on him. Whatever scent you wear is rich and sweet, like freshly spiced apple cider. He can feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, not shying away like he was worried you would after Mizora wrecked him, but leaning into him with love.

He begins to move his hand up and down his cock, using the other to clamp over his mouth. Despite everything he still wishes that it was your fingers doing this, not his own, and he begins to rut properly into his own palm, gods, yes, just a little sigh of your name and…

“Wyll I wanted to ask– oh.”

His head snaps around. There you are, door falling closed as you’ve entered his tent, eyes on where he’s fisting himself. Ears pricked to the moan he just let out.

His mouth goes slack. Fire floods his face.

“Gods, I am so, so sorry, I never meant for you to…”

But you don’t look disgusted. In fact, he can see the way a smile is pulling at the corners of your mouth, the way you’re approaching him, closing the small distance and then oh god there is your hand over his.

“Can I help? Please?” you ask, wide eyed and sincere. It is a punch to the gut, stealing his breath, stealing his breath, and Wyll cannot form words to properly answer.

You should not do this. They are worth waiting for, doing this properly, his head reasons.

But his soul cries out for you, so he nods. Maybe it is not so bad to give into temptation.

Your lips capture his in a searing kiss and suddenly it is your hand on his cock, not his, and gods it is wonderful. You stroke him languidly, fingers curious to explore the ridges his body has gained since Mizora’s curse. He feels you smile as your tongue meets his.

“Oh, Blade of Frontiers,” you whisper, “this is a mighty fine weapon…”

He laughs, and it breaks some of the tension, encouraging him to kiss you more fiercely. He lets himself rut a little into your hand. You are good, so so good, and he wants you like he’s never wanted anything before. He needs you more than he needs air, and oh gods when you reach up to stroke one of his horns –

Wyll gasps at the shock of pleasure which lightnings through him. You pull back, eyes wide in the fear that you might have done something wrong.

“Those are… sensitive,” he manages through gritted teeth. You get a devilish look on your face.

“What a wonderful revelation,” you sigh, and then the two of you are no longer standing, you’re lying on his bedroll together. Clothes come off in a desperate scramble of hands from two people who have been wanting this since they met, and have no reason not to indulge each other. Wyll flips you onto your back and you let out a little yelp of enthusiasm, arching your body up into his touch as he slide his cock along the fold of your thigh and hip. His leg meets your sex and you groan at it, the friction mutually delicious.

“Tell me you want this. If you desire me to stop, I will. I will wait for as long as you want me to,” he says between kisses. You wrap your arms around his neck and meet his eyes, sincere even when blown wide with lust.

“I want this. I want you,” you whisper, and his cock finds your entrance and slides in. You throw your head back in rapture as he begins to cant his hips, sliding in a little more each time until he he fully sheathed. The hot clench of you is delicious, it is heaven, and Wyll has to put all of his effort into making things slow and sweet like you deserve rather than losing himself in you.

Your hands are everywhere. His back, his face, oh gods his horns, hanging onto him in desperation as he begins to fuck you in earnest. The thick head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, the ridges given to him popping in and out of your hole with every thrust and driving you wild. This form might have been put upon him as a punishment but the two of you are enyoing every second of it here.

When your legs wrap around his waist, ankles crossed to drive him in deeper, he knows he is not long. You have devoured him, his soul and body, he is dedicated to you - he has never felt this way about someone before. As his hand reaches between your bodies to stroke you he pictures what he wants to give you: a lovely house, a happy marriage, as many children as the two of you can handle –

He spills inside you as your hole flutters around him, and you come all over his thighs. He silnces your orgasm with another kiss, and as the two of you return to the world he holds you tightly in his arms.

“Was that alright?” is all he can think to ask, and you laugh. Half because that is a silly question, he is still inside you right now, and half because you’ve been wanting this with your whole being since you first met him.

“More than alright. I’d have you, Wyll, in every way I can, forever. If you let me.”

His grin is felt against your mouth in his kiss.

“I do.”

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blouisparadise · 1 year ago

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature breastfeeding or lactation. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Come Here (And Rescue Me) | General Audiences | 2,139 words

“It’s because of people like you that the world is going to the dogs.” The woman barked with scorn. Her eyes were as dark as her soul and Louis held Apollo closer when he started to whimper, being very in tune with his surroundings. “Breastfeeding in a park? Where do you think you are? We’re not in one of these poorly developed countries where you can act in such a discourteous way and…” “I’m sorry, but could you get lost?”

2) Effervescent Opal, Say My Name | Mature | 3,463 words

Louis has an oversupply of milk after his first pregnancy and Harry wants nothing more than to suck him dry.

3) Stuck On Me, Stuck On You | Not Rated | 8,738 words

It’s not a big deal that Harry and Louis grew up together, and not a big deal that Harry is in love with Louis since he can remember. But it’s a big deal that Louis is pregnant and has no idea who the father is.

4) Could Start A Cult | Explicit | 8,750 words

He lowers down the top that Louis is wearing, successfully unclasping his nursing bra as well, letting Louis’ tits bounce at the sudden movement. Harry massages both breasts to stimulate the milk flow, and he can feel his cock hardening inside his pants.

5) I Don't Want To Close My Eyes (I Don't Want To Miss A Thing) | Explicit | 13,605 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is married to Liam and pregnant with his child. Liam isn't ready to be a father, but Dr. Harry Styles is more than willing.

6) Three's A Crowd, Four's A Party | Mature | 16,569 words

"Morgan, sweetie, mommy and daddy have something we want to talk to you about." The little girl looks at them confused, having no idea what's about to happen. "First I want to tell you that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that, okay?" "I love you too!" Louis smiles. "What we wanted to talk to you about is that there's going to be some changes around here soon." "Why?" "Because mommy's having a baby."

7) Mob Boss Omega | Mature | 16,786 words

Mafia "any organized group using extortion and other criminal methods" In all definitions, I am in line for the throne. As the son of a mob boss I'm set to inherit everything my father has built up. He's always been set on expanding though and who better to use than his overprotected omega son. That's me in case you're wondering. The crown omega prince of the mob.

8) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21,011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

9) Fell For You | Explicit | 26,136 words

A crime investigation fic in which Detective Louis Tomlinson and Detective Harry Styles are tasked to solve a case together where Louis hates Harry Styles or does he?

10) For Your Eyes Only | Not Rated | 26,501 words

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Louis likes to feel beautiful and taken care of. Harry is just the person to help. They figure it out together.

11) Just Forget The World | Explicit | 42,861 words

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Louis is the last person on earth who can get pregnant after the birthrates decreased then completely stopped twenty years before and in search for someone with good genetics and a family tree Harry is chosen to mate with him.

12) I'm Me When I'm With You | Mature | 86,123 words

AU in which Louis finally is able to attend the University he’s been dreaming off: Queens University. But fate works in mysterious ways and it certainly doesn’t care about your dreams nor your plans. No, fate had a whole other future planned for him the moment he met the popular, gorgeous and mighty Alpha named, Harry Styles who accidentally impregnates him after a one nightstand… Accidents happen, but not all accidents are bad.

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Hi 🙋‍♀️

How are you doing ?

I have a request- fandom : Disney’s the great mouse detective

Characters : Cg! Professor Ratigan & Little! Basil { infant/ baby age }

Little info : Basil is someone who would bottling up their regression to functions on his job or other "important " things unfortunately resulting in him involuntarily regressing in bad timings.

Story : Basil was involuntarily slipping while having a fight/argument with Ratigan, he noticed it right away and tried to pause the fight & take care of the little detective dispirited Basil protesting (involving biting). After the fit eased off, Ratigan was now comforting a now regressed Basil in his arms.

{ sorry if it’s too long, & take your time with it }, please ? 🥺

Ok, so first of all, I am so, so sorry for taking forever to finish this and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. Between work and sickness, the past month has been crazy. However, I hope you liked the finished product. It’s actually on of the longest request fics I’ve done at nearly 2000 words, so hopefully that makes up for the delay :)

Again, Thank you so much for your request and patience, and sorry for the wait! PS, I hope the characterizations are okay; I haven’t watched the movie in a hot minute! Also, it takes place in a post movie AU in which Ratigan lives and now he and Basil have a love-hate relationship. Enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: The Little Mouse Detective

Pairing: Little! Basil & CG! Professor Ratigan

Description: Basil, yet again, has been working too hard. Work has to come before his personal time, after all. Unfortunately, Professor Ratigan does not share his sentiment, especially after seeing how badly a case has worn the poor mouse out. (Takes place in a post-movie AU, in which Ratigan lives)

Word count: 1968

The Little Mouse Detective

Work came before regression. That had been Basil’s rule since the beginning.

He had to put his work, his cases before his personal comfort sometimes. Because sometimes their lives were on the line; he just couldn’t fathom being selfish enough to put his enjoyment above that!

However, while he had maintained that simple rule for himself since he began his work as a detective, admittedly circumstances had changed. Namely being the presence of Professor Ratigan.

Ever since their confrontation at Big Ben, the two had reconciled. Instead of allowing the professor to fall off the clock’s immeasurable heights, Basil had pulled him to safety, and thus the rivalry had changed. Instead of sworn nemesis, they had an odd partnership. Ratigan would occasionally show up or even work the cases alongside Basil.

In some ways, this was a grand improvement over their previously perilous adventures together. As long as Basil didn’t interfere with Raigan’s business, then the rat would offer his personal perspective and advice on the cases. But on the other hand…

Unfortunately, Professor Ratigen did not share Basil’s sentiment of ‘work-life-balance-which-really-means-only-working.’

“You should take a rest,” the professor would always note when he saw him scrubbing his eyes sleepily. But Basil would never relent, even when his mind was far too foggy to make proper progress on his work.

“You are looking rather weary. How are you supposed to keep up with me if you are in such a state?” Professor Ratigen would say after a long, tiring, and tough case. “I’m fine,” Basil would always reply tersely, even when his emotions were running high and his exhaustion left him ready to cry.

Basil shook away his irritation, trying hard to refocus on his work. Even if Ratigan doesn’t understand nor approve, I have more important things to worry about! I can rest later.

He gazed upon his endless notes, determined to solve this case before taking any more personal time. This was just too high-stakes to fathom taking a break! A family of mice had their entire family fortune stolen–and they were counting on him to find it!

His scatter-brained mind and strained eyes absorbed as much information as they could, staring at the papers strewn across the desk. Even if his thoughts were only running at half their usual speed, something was far better than nothing.

Even as the night sky and its moon shooed away the sun, Basil did not take its invitation to rest. Though the sun had long since set, though his whiskers and ears drooped with exhaustion, he did not allow himself to be deterred.

He didn’t bother looking up when the door opened and the familiar footsteps of Professor Ratigen filled the room.

“Working late again, Basil?” the rat noted.

“Mhm,” the mouse nodded without looking over. His voice was small and tired when he responded. “And what are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” Ratigan replied. “Though I presumed you would be enjoying yourself and not working so late again.”

“This is important work,” Basil argued, beginning to nibble on his finger restlessly.

I have to finish this, Basil thought, despite the anxious, exhaustion pulling at his mind. Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball, and rest. Maybe gather a few small toys to keep himself busy, have a snack before tucking into bed for the night–

“You live to work, don’t you?” Ratigan huffed in disapproval. “This is why I get goons to do my dirty work, you know. So I can have time to relax.”

“Well unfortunately, I don’t have goons,” Basil huffed, feeling his temper rise.

Ordinarily, he could keep a level head, but between his fatigue, cloudy mind, and Ratigan’s repeated insistence, he could feel his ire rising. The urge to stomp his foot on the ground like a much younger child was high, though he resisted the temptation. The last thing he needed was to give Ratigan another excuse as to why he should take a break.

“Perhaps you should find some,” the professor mused, “then you could afford some time off. Though, finding some intelligent enough to connect the dots as you do might prove difficult.”

“Exactly. I must do it myself, and will continue to do so,” Basil huffed, “so if you don’t mind I should like to get back to work.”

Professor Ratigan went silent for a moment, and the young mouse naively believed he had won the subtle argument. However, much to his misfortune, Ratigan was not ready to put the issue to rest.

“Really, I don’t think it is wise for you to sacrifice your health when you are so obviously worn out–” Ratigan began, but Basil was quick to cut him off.

“I’m fine!” his voice came out harsh, frustrated, and childishly insisted. “Leave me alone!”

Ratigan stared at him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them as Basil turned away again to focus on his writings. However, as he re-read them for the tenth time that evening, the paper was abruptly snatched away from him by Ratigan.

“Give it back!” Basil cried, jumping up and trying to retrieve his notes.

“You may have them back tomorrow,” Ratigan replied curtly. Basil didn’t take his insistence well.

“I won’t! I want them back now!”

Much to Basil’s chagrin, he could feel his words become watery and slurred. Not now, he lectured himself. Taking care of this mouse family was far more important than whatever his brain was trying to do. Nevermind its desire for peace and rest–that could wait until later.

Basil, being so much smaller than Professor Ratigan, struggled and failed to retrieve his papers as they were tucked neatly into one of his suit pockets. Despite his growing hysteria as he clawed at the man’s shirt in vain attempts to find them, Ratigan remained mostly calm. He stared down at his once-arch-nemesis with furrowed eyes, analyzing his every sluggish and uncoordinated movement.

“Give it back!” Basil tried to yell, but instead fat tears rolled down his cheeks to display his irritation.

“Not right now,” Ratigan replied coolly. “For now, you will rest and take care of yourself for once. If you have any plans on stopping my schemes or someone else’s, then you must be at the right mental capacity for it. You will rest.”

“No I won’t,” Basil argued, this time not resisting the urge to stomp his foot on the ground.

When Ratigan’s infuriatingly calm expression did not change, only looking concerned and curious, Basil collapsed to the ground in utter bitterness. He flopped over and scowled deeply while his watery eyes leaked more tears down his face. He wanted to lecture himself over his weakness; his face dragged down by exhaustion mixed with this display of emotion must look positively pathetic to Ratigan. However, Basil could not find the words nor the motivation, his focus narrowed to the fact that he hadn’t gotten his way.

Initially, Ratigan did not move. Standing over the mouse detective’s wilted form, he wanted a long moment for him to bounce back to his normal self. After all, Basil was never one to take defeat, especially not in such an emotional manner. That being said, it didn’t take a genius to reason that he had overworked himself to an extreme yet again. It had undoubtedly worn down on him, and these were clearly signs he had regressed–something Ratigan had not witnessed him do for quite some time.

Ratigan kept his tone even and neutral as he leaned closer to the mouse, “don’t you see that you need a rest? Let me help you to your bed and–”

“No!” Basil whined as Ratigan tried to pull him to his feet. Frightened and offended by the sudden touch, he did the only thing he could think of: sinking his sharp teeth into the professor’s hand, which had grabbed his forearm.

Ratigan hissed in surprise as the young mouse bit him, and he fought to keep his own feelings under control. Normally, he would not tolerate such an attack, but reminding himself of Basil’s current mental state, he kept his cool.

Carefully and wincing, he pried Basil’s jaw open. Only for it to snap closed again the moment he attempted to pull his hand out of his mouth.

“Basil,” Ratigan muttered, tone even but serious. He kept with his same statement, “you need to rest.”

“Noooo,” Basil whined between clenched teeth. He tried to swat away Ratigan’s free hand, the one currently attempting to open his mouth, but his uncoordinated movements did nothing against the rat.

“Rest,” Ratigan repeated. “You have worked hard and done well, but at the expense of your own health. We can discuss a plan for your future work schedule another time; now is not the moment to debate it. However, now is the time for you to calm yourself.”

Basil stared up at him, his eyes batting tearfully as he processed his words. His body bounced with sobs. His jaw gradually loosened, releasing poor Ratigan’s fingers from his powerful, toothy grip.

Cautiously, in case Basil decided to bite him again, the professor drew his fingers away from the mouse’s mouth. Thankfully, no such attack occurred.

Instead, Basil slumped over completely, giving up control over his enervated muscles. Entirely limp, he curled into a miserable pile on the floor; and he looked perfectly miserable.

The mouse whined quietly to himself. His mind was far too drained to process any of the swarming feelings in the chest except for one: tired.

He forgot all about the work he was ‘supposed to’ be doing, solely focused on the concept of a nap. To rest.

His subconscious argued otherwise, nagging at him to pull himself together; there were people who needed him for goodness sake…

But he couldn’t bear to do it. He couldn’t bring himself to gather off the floor, to argue with Ratigan until he returned the papers, or to complete the heavy quest of returning his focus to the present moment. His body and mind had betrayed him instead as they went completely slack and refused to move forward.

“Are you ready to rest then?” Ratigan inquired, taking in the sight of the detective.

It took several seconds for Basil to process what the words meant, then he gave a single, slow nod. Rest. Yes, please.

This time Ratigan was much more careful in his approach, kneeling beside Basil on the ground. He waited a few seconds for signs of hostility, but was only met by extreme fatigue. And, when the mouse gave no further responses, other than closing his eyes wearily, Ratigan dragged Basil into his arms. He kept his movements slow and sure, just in case he startled him, but Basil seemed far too tired to care about anything he did.

“The floor is hardly the place to sleep,” Ratigan remarked. “Perhaps it would be best if I took you to bed.”

Whatever Basil thought of the idea, he gave no indicative response. He remained entirely limp, allowing himself to be lifted off the floor and against Professor Ratigan’s larger form. Even if he did want to put up a fight, he would doubtfully do any good in his current state.

Not that he’s really ‘want’ to anyway. Ratigan was surprisingly gentle and careful as he lifted him off the ground; an action he never would have imagined coming from his former enemy. Basil even remained completely relaxed as he was carried out of his study, away from the work that had taunted his overworked mind for so long.

“That’s it; rest,” Ratigan’s voice rumbled through his half-asleep thoughts. “Your work will be ready when you are.”

With that, Basil couldn’t fight off his sleep any longer and succumbed to its peaceful invitation.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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So, this is an unofficial, official request. I am in the mood for confessions. There is no outline. As long as it has Jason and a confession, we squared. Though sprinkle in a little angst, and maybe a little bit of Dick giving advice.

Angel in Red (Jason Todd x F!Reader) Pt. 1

Image Source(s): Pexels & DC Comics

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader Category: Angst, Eventual Smut Warnings: Swearing, Endangerment, Mentions of Murder Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: I was so excited to write this story, you have no idea! I hope you enjoy!

-> Part 2

Your heart stopped when you reached your desk.

“I told you already, I made sure the murders were pinned on one of Falcone’s men, not Marchetti’s,” your boss, Police Chief Sullivan, harshly whispered into a cellphone. Your eyes widened as you froze where you stood.

You were just coming back inside to grab your phone. You were working late tonight to catch up on some menial tasks…but you never expected to stumble into this kind of conversation. Sullivan sighed.

“Christ, Dante. You’re killing me here,” he groaned. A cold chill ran down your spine as your throat tightened. Dante…as in Dante Marchetti. The mob boss that had Gotham in an iron grip for the past few months…the one your boss was tasked in capturing.

You quickly grabbed your phone, your hands shaking as you pressed “record”. You tried to remain as hidden as possible as you held your breath.

“What more do you want me to do?” Sullivan snapped as he banged his fist on the desk. You flinched and nearly dropped your phone, sighing quietly as you caught it. “You listen to me, Marchetti: I’ve been covering your ass this whole time. The least you could do is give me some more time to-“ the police chief paused. “No, please. I-I’m sorry,” he said in a more shaky voice. “There’s no need to bring Abby into this,” Sullivan swallowed thickly. Your heart raced when he mentioned his wife’s name. “Alright, I’ll get it done,” he sighed. Your stomach twisted into tight knots.

Get what done?

“As of tomorrow, Detective Montoya will no longer be assigned to your case,” he said. You shivered at the implication as you took a step back. You gasped when your ankle rolled, making your heel loudly clack against the marble floor. You tensed when you heard some shuffling inside Sullivan’s office.

“Hold on a second, Dante,” he said, his voice a strained murmur. You scrambled beneath your desk, tucking your knees up to your chest just as Sullivan came out. You held your hand over your mouth, your phone still recording as you squeezed yourself into the space as much as you could. Sullivan grunted as he sighed. “Sorry, I thought someone else was here,” he muttered before turning back into his office and fully shutting the door. You exhaled and stopped the recording, your heart pounding inside your ears as you shook.

Your mind raced as you slipped onto your hands and knees and crawled past his office. You tried not to let panic overwhelm you as you made your way to the back door. You clutched your hand over your chest as your eyes burned.

“Holy shit,” you panted. You forced yourself to continue down the street walking despite how heavy your body felt. You couldn’t stop, not now. Not when the whole narrative of the case was changing this quickly. You finally made it to the subway station and pulled up Barbara Gordon’s number. You quickly dialed the number, glancing all around you until Barbara finally picked up.

“Barbara Gordon speaking,” she hummed on the other end. You sucked in a sharp breath as you bounced your leg.

“Barbara, it‘s (Y/N). I need to talk to you about something,” you said.

+++

Barbara’s eyes were wide by the time you finished playing the recording. You squeezed your hands in your lap as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“I always knew that guy was a dick,” she huffed. You sighed and ran your hands through your hair.

“How could I have been so stupid? I’m his assistant for God’s sake,” you groaned. You relaxed a little when she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N). He’s obviously been using burn phones to ensure that he isn’t being tracked,” Barbara said as she placed a warm cup of tea in front of you. You gave her a small smile before sipping on the drink.

“He…He almost caught me, Barbara. I don’t think he saw me, but I’m not sure,” you said as your chest tightened. Barbara took a sip of her tea as she thought to herself for a moment.

“You still need to go in tomorrow,” she said. Your eyes widened as you clenched your jaw.

“What?!” you breathed. Barbara set her cup down.

“I know it sounds like the least safe option, but think about it. If you call off or don’t show up at all, Sullivan might start to connect some dots before we can come up with a plan of our own,” she explained. You shook your head.

“I don’t think I can do it,” you groaned as you tugged on your hair. “How did I get myself into this? I’m a pencil pusher, Barbara, not one of those caped crusaders you see on the news,” you said. Barbara nodded slowly, her blue eyes softly glowing with sympathy.

“I know…but what you did today showed that you’re just as brave as them,” she reassured you with another pat on your shoulder. You nodded and took a deep breath.

“Thanks, Barbara,” you gave a weak smile. She grinned back and nodded.

“Of course,” she said gently. You blinked as she took your phone. “May I?” she asked. You nodded and watched as she wheeled over to her computer station. She plugged your phone in with a USB cord and downloaded a copy of the recording. “I’m sending this to my father. He won’t be in town until tomorrow morning, but I know he’ll help us as soon as he can,” Barbara said as she typed a few things into her computer. You nodded slowly as you watched her send the file to the Commissioner.

“You okay?” your friend asked. You glanced up, your throat tight as you tensed.

“I…I don’t know,” you sighed. “What if he did see me? What if something happens tomorrow?” you clenched your fists. Barbara paused for a moment.

“How about this: I’ll send over one of my guys to come pick you up,” she offered. Your eyes lit up.

“Really?” you asked. Barbara nodded as she cleaned her glasses.

“Absolutely. My assistant Thomas can come get you,” she explained. You nodded.

“That sounds great,” you replied as you stood up. Barbara gave you a weary glance.

“(Y/N), you still need to be careful. I’m sorry, but like it or not, you’re a part of this now. I’ll do my best to protect you, but you need to stay alert at all times, okay?” she said firmly. You took a deep breath.

“I understand,” you said. Your friend looked you up and down.

“Do you feel comfortable going home? Or do you want to stay the night?” she asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as you rested your hands on your hips.

“I don’t want to endanger you by being here,” you said with a strained voice. Barbara sighed as she turned in her wheelchair.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N). I can handle it,” she said as she cheekily flexed her arm. You laughed and shook your head.

“I mean, if you’re offering,” you shrugged. Barbara smiled.

“Let me get a few things for you,” she beamed before going down the hall. You sighed and looked back at the three computer screens. You noticed a window open with a news article.

“RED HOOD STRIKES AGAIN: FIVE MARCHETTI FOUND DEAD IN TRINITY PLACE”

You shivered as a cold chill ran down your spine. Barbara came back out as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Are you okay?” she asked as she furrowed her brows. You nodded.

“Yeah, I just need to get some sleep,” you said. Barbara hummed and nodded.

“Alright,” she grinned before turning around. You offered her a smile, but it quickly dissipated as thoughts of tomorrow violently swarmed inside your mind.

+++

Jason remained tense in his dark vehicle, his crimson mask clad over his rugged face as he listened in on a phone conversation. He narrowed his green eyes as he heard the police chief murmur over the phone.

“Roy, it’s Sullivan…I may have a job for you”.

————

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