#this is it - the moment we've been waiting for

[angelltheninth]

How We've Both Changed

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends to enemies to lovers, clit stimulation, name-calling, degradation, rough sex, creampie, teasing, dub-con, body betrayal, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, manipulation

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Caleb has an iron grip on my brain. I won't hear anything about it because it's not gonna get any better.

"Look at you. When did you get like this? So submissive and docile? Is it those... other men you've been hanging around with? Well it doesn't matter now, I'm gonna show you what a real man is like." Caleb growled next to your ear as he fucked you into your bed with the full intention of breaking you or it.

At first you were happy to see him. Even if he seemed a little bit different. But this was never the way you imagined he'd make love to you. Could this even be called making love? Because his love doesn't feel like the love you used to get from him.

Every sound was rough, every look judgmental, every thrust painful, every touch scolding.

He smirked as you let out a whimper, weather it was from pain or pleasure he didn't seem to care all that much. His fingers, cold against you, kept pressing and torturing your clit to the point it became painful. "This isn't about you feeling good, although I can tell that you are by the way your cunt is squeezing around me. But don't mistake that for my kindness, love." Caleb leaned in close. "I waited for you. Every day that was hell I kept going because of you. But you... you forgot about me the moment other men showed up."

"I never forgot. Caleb, I... always thought about you." You wanted to reach out and hold him but you only managed to struggle against the unyielding grip he had around your wrists.

Caleb smirked above you, his cock ramming itself into your pussy, creating lewd, wet, sloppy sounds. "Really? When you fucked yourself with those toys you thought of me? Or when you were on all fours, desperately trying to make yourself come? What about when you were with those other guys, did you want it to be me fucking you instead?"

His words hurt as much as the way he was fucking you did. "I never... I haven't been with anyone... in a really long time."

"Huh. Explains why this pussy is so easy. It needed a good cock. You'll never need or want for anything ever again, I'll give it all to you!" The necklace hung just above your face, clicking and shining, almost like Caleb was taunting you with it. His rigid cock kept hitting your sweetspot every time his hips smacked heavily against yours, causing your back to arch and your clit to push against his fingers. "So messy. God, you've become such a desperate whore in the time I've been gone. Your pussy is so good at taking cock isn't it. Mine. The only cock it'll be taking will be my cock!"

Caleb pushed his fingers into your already abused pussy and curled them upwards just as his cock sank in and stilled. "Ca-Caleb, Caleb, that's too much!"

"No it's not. No it's fucking not, I know you can take it. You can be good. If you were good for those other guys, then won't you be good for me too?" His voice dropped to an almost cooing tone. "Don't you want to be good for me?" He asked, his fingers curling again and again, each movement sending lighting across your body until your mind went blank.

"I can... I can't-!" You cried out, tears spilling down your face.

"You can. My love, I know you can. You will." His tone turned commanding towards the end, "You will come for me." With one last cruel flick of your clit you came with a desperate whine, your voice breaking as you arched off the bed. Just then he chose to let go of your hands, allowed you to embrace him. "Yes, hold onto me. I've got you, I've got you now." He chuckled against your ear, his fingers easing out of you and holding you against him with both arms as his cum filled your desperate, fucked pussyhole.

Desperate sounds kept falling from your lips as you shook against him, your clit pressing against his abs, your legs locked around his hips and pussy stretched to its limits. "Ca-ah-leb..."

"Easy, easy, I'm here, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere, I'm never leaving you again." His words were flavored with an equal amount of a sweet promise and a dangerous threat. "We're together again. Nothing will get in the way of our love. As long as we love each other, that's all that matters." The more he cooed those words in your ear the more you started to believe he was right.

[nickistuffs]

Birthday with you

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference

Summary: As a late birthday celebration, Harry invited you to meet the people he holds dear to his heart.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None. Fluff 💗

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Harry had invited you to his birthday party at one of his luxurious villas in Italy. The villa, perched on a hill with breathtaking views of the Mediterranean, was stunning. The atmosphere was filled with the clinking of glasses, laughter, and the gentle hum of conversation—a perfect blend of elegance and warmth. But as you stepped inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were an outsider. This wasn’t just any party. It was an intimate gathering, filled with Harry's close family and friends, all of whom had known him for years. They shared memories and inside jokes you could only wish to be part of. You had never met any of them before, though you knew them from following Harry's career—interviews, social media, the occasional tabloid headline. But surface-level knowledge was hardly the same as truly knowing someone.

Harry, ever the warm and welcoming person, had been ecstatic to invite you. The moment you arrived, he stuck close to you, offering fleeting touches of his hand and gazes that reassured you. "I can’t wait for you to meet everyone," he had said, his enthusiasm undeniable. You tried to calm your nerves, but with every new face you saw, you couldn’t help but feel small. Would they accept you? Or would you just be another fan who had somehow found their way into Harry's world?

You sat quietly on a stool, nursing your drink and watching the lively chatter around you. Stories about childhood antics, tour memories, and quiet moments filled the air—things you were never a part of. The feeling of being an outsider weighed on you. But Harry had wanted you here, and you couldn’t let your nerves take over.

Just as you began to wonder if you'd ever feel at ease, someone tapped you gently on the shoulder. You turned around, startled, and found yourself face-to-face with Anne, Harry’s mum. Her warm smile immediately made you feel a little less alone.

"You must be Y/N," she said, her voice full of kindness. "Harry's told me so much about you. It’s wonderful to finally meet you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Twist," you replied, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

"Please, call me Anne," she insisted. "I hope everyone’s making you feel welcome."

"Everyone's been lovely," you said with a smile, though a part of you still felt that initial intimidation.

Anne gave you a knowing glance before leaning in slightly. "You know, when Harry first mentioned inviting you, I could see how much he values your presence. He spoke about you with such enthusiasm."

You looked over at Harry, who was deep in conversation with a group of people. He caught your eye, offering you a warm smile that melted some of the tension.

"He's been looking forward to introducing you to everyone," Anne continued, "and I’m glad he did. It’s always wonderful to meet the people who mean so much to him."

Her words touched you more than you expected. "Thank you, Anne. That really means a lot."

Just as you were beginning to relax, you noticed Harry’s playful voice behind you. "I see you’ve met the most important woman in my life," he said, wrapping an arm around his mother’s shoulders.

Anne chuckled and patted Harry’s hand. "We've been getting along splendidly. I was just telling Y/N some stories from when you were little."

Harry groaned, his face contorting in mock horror. "Mum, you didn’t!"

"Oh, I did," Anne teased. "I had to let Y/N in on the time you tried to bake a cake and ended up with flour everywhere."

You laughed, picturing a younger Harry covered in flour. "That must have been quite the sight."

Harry rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. "I was seven! The recipe was way too complicated."

Anne raised an eyebrow. "It was a simple sponge cake, dear."

Before Harry could respond, Gemma, his sister, stepped into the conversation with a mischievous grin. "Oh, that’s nothing," she chimed in, her voice full of amusement as she approached the two of you, her baby cradled in her arms. "If we’re talking about embarrassing Harry stories, I’ve got plenty more."

Harry groaned louder. "Not you too, Gem."

Gemma’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, this is one of my favorites. Do you remember the time when Harry decided to put on a magic show for the whole family?"

Harry’s eyes widened. "Gemma, don’t you dare."

But Gemma, clearly enjoying the moment, wasn’t about to stop. "Well, let’s just say the 'magician' managed to lock himself in the bathroom for an hour because he couldn’t get the handcuffs off. And we had to call Mum to get him out."

You burst out laughing, imagining little Harry, desperate to get out of the bathroom. "That sounds like a real magic trick."

"It was more of a disappearing act," Gemma teased. "The only thing Harry disappeared into was the bathroom, and we had to rescue him."

Harry’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the smile on his face showed he was in on the joke. "I was, like, five!" he protested.

Anne laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think we should let Y/N hear the one about his birthday party when he got his first guitar."

You couldn’t help but laugh even more. It was so clear how much love and laughter surrounded this family. Their teasing, their easy camaraderie—it all made you feel like you were slowly becoming a part of it.

Harry finally gave in, rolling his eyes but laughing along with his mum and sister. "Alright, alright, I get it. I was a disaster as a kid."

"You were adorable," Gemma corrected with a playful grin, turning to you. "But honestly, Y/N, Harry’s stories are just the beginning. He’s grown up to be quite the character, even if he tries to act all serious now."

You smiled warmly at her. "I’m starting to see that."

Harry turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening. "I’m glad you’re getting to know my family. They’ve been a huge part of who I am."

"I can see that," you replied, genuinely touched by their kindness. "They’ve been wonderful."

Anne gave Harry a gentle nudge. "I’ll leave you two to chat. It was lovely talking with you, Y/N."

As she walked away, Harry took a step closer, his gaze intent. "I hope I’m not being too embarrassing," he said, a teasing smile on his face.

"Just enough," you teased back.

Harry laughed, his voice warm and carefree. "Fair enough. Come on, there’s someone else I want you to meet."

Taking your hand, he led you through the villa, guiding you from group to group and introducing you to more of his loved ones. With each introduction, you felt a little more at home, your earlier nervousness slowly fading. Harry’s world was no longer something you observed from afar—it was becoming something you were a part of. The people he loved were just as warm and kind as he was, and they made you feel less like an outsider with every passing moment.

...

After a few more conversations with family, Harry squeezed your hand and grinned. "Come on, there's a group of people I want you to meet."

You followed him through the lively party, passing by laughter-filled clusters of guests. As you neared a circle of friends, Harry's arm brushed your back to guide you into the group. The familiar faces in the circle weren't just anyone—they were his close-knit crew, each one sharing a piece of Harry’s world.

"Hey, everyone, this is Y/N" Harry announced, his voice light but with a hint of pride. "This is basically my second family." His eyes twinkled as he gestured toward them. "And trust me, they’ve all been waiting to meet you."

You smiled nervously, unsure of what to expect. The group welcomed you warmly, their faces open and friendly.

First, Harry’s friend Jeff, with a mischievous smile and an easygoing nature, stepped forward. “So, you’re the famous Y/N Harry’s always talking about. Good to finally meet you!” He gave you a quick hug, which immediately put you at ease.

Next was Glenne, whose bright eyes and calm demeanour were a sharp contrast to Jeff’s energy. She extended her hand warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you, Harry loves talking about you know,” she joked, laughing softly.

You chuckled and felt yourself relax even more. “I’m not used to this kind of attention,” you said, glancing at Harry, who was grinning proudly.

Just then, Sarah caught your attention. She was holding her infant daughter in her arms, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi, Y/N, I’m Sarah,” she said gently, her voice tender as she rocked her baby back and forth. “It’s wonderful to meet you. Harry was right your are pretty.”

"Well your daughter’s adorable," you said, blushing at her compliment.

Sarah beamed, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you! She’s a handful, but a joy. One of the many little wonders of life.” Her baby cooed, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

As if on cue, Mitch, with his wild, curly hair and a playful grin, came rushing past. He was in the middle of a lighthearted battle with a toddler, trying to tickle the little one. “Hey, I’m Mitch!” he exclaimed between laughs as the toddler squirmed and giggled. “Don’t let this chaos fool you, I’m a softie on the inside.”

The toddler finally broke free from Mitch’s grasp and sprinted toward Sarah, who swooped them up effortlessly. “It’s like a never-ending game with these two,” Mitch said, shrugging in amusement.

You smiled at the scene, feeling more and more comfortable with each passing second. Harry’s friends were warm and welcoming, each of them with their own.

...

As the group bombarded you with questions about your life, your interests, and how you ended up at the villa, you found yourself laughing and feeling surprisingly at ease. Each question felt like an invitation to share more of yourself, and their curiosity and warmth made you feel more at home with every passing minute.

You talked about your favorite books, the music you loved, and how you ended up in Italy. With every word, you felt a little more connected to the people who meant so much to Harry. The ease with which they welcomed you made the night feel like a celebration not just for Harry, but for the bonds they all shared—bonds you were now becoming a part of.

However, Harry had been standing off to the side, watching with a knowing smile. As much as he loved seeing you connect with his friends, there was something about the way they all adored you that made him want to have you to himself, just for a moment. He admired how effortlessly you fit in, but he couldn’t help but feel a little possessive, wanting a break from the crowd.

After a particularly lively round of questions about your favorite books and music, Harry stepped forward, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes twinkled with playful mischief as he squeezed your hand and, with a teasing smirk, spoke up.

“Alright, as generous as I am, I think it’s time I get a little selfish,” he said, his voice smooth and full of charm. “I want to steal my girl for a moment.” He paused for effect, his grin widening. “If that’s okay with everyone?”

The group let out a collective groan of exaggerated disappointment, but there was no mistaking the fondness in their voices. “Go on, mate, we’ll let you have her for a bit,” Jeff said with a wink, raising his glass in a mock salute.

Harry smiled at them, giving you a wink of his own, before gently guiding you away from the group. “See, they understand,” he said with a smirk, leading you toward a quieter corner of the villa.

As you walked away, a warm blush spread across your cheeks from his words. You could feel the eyes of his friends on you, but it didn’t matter. The heat of the moment only deepened the connection between the two of you, and Harry’s presence was like an anchor in the sea of social energy around you.

Once you were far enough from the crowd, Harry stopped, turning to face you. His eyes softened as they lingered on you for a moment, taking in the soft blue dress you wore for him. The way the fabric hugged your form made his heart skip a beat. He reached up, his fingers gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The simple touch sent a warm shiver down your spine.

He smiled, clearly appreciative of the effort you’d put into looking beautiful for him. “I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, filled with affection. “I just wanted to be with you, even if it’s just for a minute.”

You chuckled, your voice light but sincere. “It’s your birthday party, Harry. The attention should be on you.”

He shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “They’ve worked with me all year. They might be sick of me already.”

You laughed at that, the sound of it filling the space between you two, feeling like it was just the two of you at that moment, away from the chaos of the party.

You leaned in slightly, your faces close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. The distant sounds of the party faded into the background, and in that quiet moment, all that mattered was the intimacy between the two of you. Harry’s gentle touch, his easygoing nature, and the warmth of his presence made everything else seem distant, like background noise.

He leaned down, his lips brushing near your ear, his breath warm against your cheek. “Though I have to say, it’s pretty fun making you blush.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your attempt at feigning indifference. “You're impossible,” you whispered, your voice light but full of affection.

Harry chuckled, and you could feel the warmth of his laugh in the air between you. “You love it,” he teased gently, his fingers still tracing circles on your skin.

Just then, the sound of laughter broke through the quiet moment, and you heard a voice from the distance call out with a teasing tone.

“Hey lovebirds, time to blow out the candles on your cake, Harry!”

The playful interruption came from none other than Jeff, who stood with the group, his mischievous grin matching the fondness in his eyes. The others behind him chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment they had interrupted.

You and Harry exchanged an amused glance, both of you still caught in the afterglow of the quiet moment you shared. With a soft sigh, Harry smiled, his hand gently holding yours once more.

“Well,” he said, his grin widening as he gave you a playful nudge, “looks like they’re calling us back to the party. But don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course you’re not.”

With that, Harry led you back toward the group. As the bustling crowd and lively chatter resumed around you, the warmth of the quiet moment you’d just shared lingered. It was a perfect balance—shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and just enough of Harry’s attention to remind you how much he cared. The party was a celebration of him, but with him by your side, it felt like a celebration of the two of you.

Just as Harry was about to blow out his candles, Anne’s voice rang out, playful and full of motherly warmth. “Make a wish, Harry!” she called from across the room.

Harry paused for a beat, a small smile playing on his lips. He glanced at you, then back at his cake, before he blew out the candles. He already knew what he’d wished for—and he didn’t need to make a wish to know it had already come true.

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AAAHHH!!! HBD to our lovely Harry Styles <3

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

The smile on his face remained bright even as she nudged him in a mock-reprimanding way, to which he jerked up a bit and away from her, though he didn't keep that small distance he'd created between them for too long as he snuggled back against her within a few moments. "Nice to hear that" He murmured sincerely, draping his arm over her body once again, already dreading the moment he'd have to let go of her, so he secretly hoped she'd grow sleepy sooner than she'd feel the urge to drag him into the bathroom and under the shower, for in that case, she would fall asleep in his arms and he could hold her in his embrace for the rest of the night without any interruption. He listened to her carefully as she explained what was on her mind, revealing that she had similar thoughts to his own. She was grateful that they'd gotten another chance from fate and she was grateful for him. He'd found her words to be touching and thought-provoking, however, no matter how many answers had come to his mind - from witty to honest - in connection with her question, he'd been rendered speechless by her sudden statement. Albeit being foreseeable, he hadn't expected her to bluntly tell him that she loved him... she loved him... and at once, everything other than the truth seemed irrational to respond with. He wanted to be honest with her, even if it meant he'd become vulnerable at once... even if it meant throwing everything away he'd stood for for the past two years.. even if he had to face it all and be honest with himself first. He wanted to allow himself to be loved and to love again. He wanted to trust her. Badly. "And I've never stopped loving you, Cissa" Holding her gaze, he breathed back slowly, allowing every single one of his words to sink in before he'd moved on. "We've been through a lot... Good and bad times, but what we have- it's unconditional, forgiving and unbreakable" He continued as he made sure he had her undivided attention, taking his time to properly express his feelings as he admired her in the dim light, hoovering above him with an intent look with her dark locks cascading down, tempting him to brush his fingers through them, though he resisted the urge. "We belong together, no matter how much we try to deny it or fight it" He concluded as he brought his hand up to his face to rest it over her petite hand, unaware of just how exactly true that had been to the both of them, especially as he couldn't be sure whether she'd tried to deny or fight her feelings during those past weeks.

The silence stretched between them, heavy, electric. Even Narcissa was startled by the confession, by the way it landed in the space between them like something fragile and unshakable all at once. Without words, Narcissa could see it on his face that she had perhaps spoken too soon. She wanted to immediately speak to cover up and make things right again, but she realized that she didn't feel those words were a mistake, nor did she feel she had said them too soon. She said them when she was ready. The only thing she considered saying was that if he wasn't ready, she understood and he did not have to rush into anything. However, he began to speak and she also knew that he wouldn't say those words to please her. He had never been that way. He always was honest and allowed his feelings to speak true, as she remembered many times when she would ask for his forgiveness about an issue and he would explain that he was not ready to give it and that it would take time. She began to mentally prepare herself for that and finding herself searching for a feeling of peace for when it came.

But that is not what happened. Her eyes searched his as he immediately returned her feelings. It was as if she was waiting for a "but" that never came. Her heart raced a bit faster and the corners of her lips turned upward ever so slightly, finding herself to soften even more at his words. He was right; they had been through a lot and no person or thing could strip them from the memories tied to one another. Blinking almost immediately, she wasn't on the verge of tears but his feelings had made her misty eyed. This was it. They had finally made it back to one another and though the past was not easy forgotten, they could move forward....together, as one. Leaning down, she rested her forehead first to his and only waited a moment before her soft lips brushed against his as she felt the weight of all the years between them dissolve into something light. She didn't deepen the kiss but she made sure he knew how valued and cherished he was in that moment. It meant the world that he felt the same and she reminded herself once again that he would not have said it if it was not true or if he didn't feel ready to say it. Pulling back slightly, she smiled, "I don't want you or I to fight against one another anymore. I want to fight for you...beside you...with you," she breathed softly, sealing her promise with another kiss.

Bones of Contention

[pinkofatom]

Agent Agency

CW: mind control, brainwashing, unaware, dronification, femsub, femdom

This is an indirect continuation of this story

Agent Valerie Smith scanned the documents with sharp eyes. Over the last months a strange things occurred. Multiple offices and enterprises changed their portfolio to selling escort services and practically pornography. Private citizens started to behave overly sexual, or acted more like automatons than people. One of those cases was detailed in the report she currently read.

Lydia Maxwell had been an ordinary, if beautiful, wife. But one day she simply left her husband. The only thing she mentioned was that her work for HEXBIM demanded all her time and effort.

HEXBIM, Valerie mused, the one connecting subject. Every time something strange occurred it somehow revolved around this corporation. One that could not be contacted or found anywhere. Many Agents had tried — only to be recruited by this ghostly entity.

The door to her office swung open, and her boss, the Chief of their special agency, stood in the doorway.

"Smith," the grizzled veteran of countless cases grumbled, "we've a new lead."

The man's eyes had dark shadows beneath them. Valerie could see how the whole case affected him. They had been on the case for the last month and still they found no solid evidence. Only crumps of traces. Not enough to build any kind of legal case against this elusive enemy.

"Yes?" she asked and rose to her feet. Her long, raven hair cascaded over the back of her leather office chair and fell in gentle waves over her shoulders. The woman's almond-shaped hazel eyes were sharp and alert. She was a seasoned detective and she knew that any new lead was worth pursuing, no matter how small it might seem.

"Yes. Somekind of escaped employee just got into contact with us," he said, and handed her a slip of paper with the address of a meeting place.

Valerie's eyes scanned the information. It was an address for a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. Her heart beat a little faster as she thought about what might be waiting there. A former employee of HEXBIM was willing to talk.

"I'm on my way, boss," Valerie replied with determination in her voice. "This could be the break we need." Her eyes softened. "And, boss, get some rest," she said, her tone filled with genuine concern. "We need you healthy and focused for this case."

He nodded. The man sighed softly. "I'll try. It just — I feel the responsibility to solve it."

She nodded. Valerie understood the feeling — she had the same drive and commitment to her job. "We'll get it, boss." With those words, Valerie grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair, slung it on and made her way to the parking garage.

The car engine roared to life as she started her sleek, black SUV and pulled out onto the street. She navigated through the bustling streets of the city, weaving in and out of the traffic with practiced ease.

The apartment building was an older, run-down complex on the outskirts of the city. The building's facade was covered in peeling paint, and the windows were dirty and cracked. She parked her SUV in an alleyway nearby, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself.

The apartment's lobby was dimly lit, the walls covered in a layer of grime and the floor sticky with years of accumulated filth. The air stirred in an unwelcoming atmosphere. Valerie made her way up the creaking staircase to the third floor where the former employee was waiting for her. The apartment was at the end of a long hallway lined with faded and peeling wallpaper.

The woman hesitated in front of the door for a moment. Her training told her to be cautious. There was always a chance this was a trap, or that the former employee had been coerced into luring her there. She took a deep calming breath. With a decisive move she knocked firmly on the door. Three quick, loud raps that echoed through the silent corridor.

For a moment, she thought no one would answer, and she considered knocking again, but then the door slowly opened with a loud creaking noise.

The first thing Valerie noticed about the woman standing in front of her was the striking blue eyes, so pale they were almost colorless. Next was the HEXBIM logo swirling on glossy black latex. It covered a body that would be the envy of most women. Tall, curvaceous and beautiful in an artificial way.

Valerie took in the woman's appearance with a trained eye. The way she held herself was almost regal, with a straight back and a confident posture. Suspicion gnawed at Valerie's mind.

The woman's eyes focused like a hawks on Valerie. "Welcome, Miss Smith." Her tone sounded like a sultry harp — an enticing mix of forbidden pleasure and pure intentions. "I'm sorry that we have to meet here. But HEXBIM's digital surveillance is near all encompassing."

The agent stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a click that seemed to echo in the quiet room. The interior was just as run down as the outside of the building, with cracked paint on the walls, threadbare carpets and furniture that had seen better days.

"So you know my name. Who are you?" she asked as her gaze darted around, looking for any signs of danger or deception.

"I'm Maria Nonette. Thank you, for your prompt response." The woman's voice held a hint of an accent. European — maybe. It was hard for the Agent to tell, the words spoken had an odd lilt to them. Valerie felt a shiver of — something travel down her spine. Something was not quite right, here.

"I'm willing to talk to you. But you have to understand my fear of this — corporation," she said. Her tone was firm but her body language was tense and guarded.

"I understand, Miss Nonette." Valerie replied cautiously as she took out her notebook and pen. "Any information you have about HEXBIM will be useful."

Tension fell from the woman's shoulders. "Thank you." Her voice was filled with relief and her whole posture changed, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "You have to understand, how hard it is to fight the programming." Miss Nonette began to pace back and forth, wringing her hands as she did. Her voice trembled with emotion. That lilt became stronger — something Valerie just had to listen to. "You see, all these personality changes and overly sexual behaviors stem from HEXBIM's extraordinary brainwashing technology," the woman said as she continued to pace. "The moment anyone enters their employment, they are subjected to a process that reshapes them from the inside out." Valerie's pen scratched over the paper, taking down every word. Miss Nonette continued. "Their minds become nothing more than a malleable mass of neurons, waiting to be programmed to fit whatever role or behavior their corporate overlords deem fit." Each syllable Valerie engraved upon the paper — into her mind. Every letter seemed to have an unusual quality, like a whisper from the abyss. The Agent could not stop — did not want to stop. Miss Nonette's voice filled her head with its exotic beauty and alien quality.

Valerie watched as Miss Nonette paced, her voice rising and falling with emotion as she continued her story. The Agent's hand moved mechanically as it recorded each word in her notebook, the pen scratching across the paper.

"They use many different techniques. You can never be sure what innocent interaction may reprogram your malleable mind. That pliable brain of yours," she emphasized and fixed the agent with a piercing gaze.

Valerie felt herself fall deeper into the depths of her voice, like she was sinking into an abyss of knowledge.

"So pliable, easily swayed. No one can truly resist the process. The programming of HEXBIM." The words rolled over the agent, and her mind was consumed by the knowledge. "Once it has taken hold, there is no escape. The person becomes a mindless puppet, dancing to the tune of their corporate puppet masters." Miss Nonette's pacing increased as she continued, the lilt dominated her speech. "The only reason, I'm here now, is that one of those masters, Sarah, seems to have used her power to coerce another master." The woman's eyes seemed to burn with the fire of her passion and her body quivered as she spoke. "I managed to slip between the cracks in their reprogramming. A lucky mistake. I know that at any time they can activate me. My programming. I could turn into their puppet." A moan slipped through Miss Nonette's lips.

Valerie shook her head. She felt like she was waking from a dream. Her head was filled with a thick fog and she struggled to remember what had happened in the last few moments. She glanced at the notes she had written, expecting them to contain valuable information. Instead, they were filled with gibberish.

Valerie looked up to see that Miss Nonette was no longer pacing. Her piercing eyes caught Valerie's gaze. "Please, Agent Smith. You have to help me set everything right."

"I will." Valerie nodded. "But you have to help me. Anything, everything." Her head pounded with each word she spoke.

"Yes," Miss Nonette answered and a smile broke out over her face — one full of promises and seduction. Her voice lowered, and her tone turned sultry and seductive. "It would help me greatly if you would put this in your ears." She pulled a small, innocuous device from somewhere on her latex covered body and held it out for Valerie. "This device will protect you from the worst of HEXBIM's programming." Her eyes flicked down to the small, silver earbuds in her palm.

Valerie took the small devices with trembling hands. Meticulous she put them in. A low buzzing filled her ears. A strange mix of soothing tones and white noise. If she concentrated, Valerie could hear words whispered with that cute lilt of Miss Nonette. The Agent blinked, shaking her head to rid herself of the fog that had descended upon her. Her gaze fell back to Miss Nonette's beautiful face.

"That should protect you. Please, keep them on at all times. HEXBIM can't be allowed to reprogram you. I would hate to lose the help you can provide."

"Thank you," Valerie said with a nod, and her hands dropped back down to her notebook. "Now, what can I do to help you, Miss Nonette?" The woman's lips quirked up in a slight smile as her eyes flicked up and down the Agent's body.

"You are aware of Lydia Maxwell's actions?" The question came unexpectedly and Valerie looked up at her.

"Yes. I have read the file. A sad story." Valerie looked at Miss Nonette. The woman's expression had turned grave.

"HEXBIM has completely destroyed that woman's personality. Everything that she was has been stripped away, leaving nothing but a shell for their purposes. She is now a meat suit for someone named Anna. But what is the real tragedy, is that Anna herself has been brainwashed. Reprogrammed by that upstart Sarah. You agree, of course, Agent Smith," Miss Nonette stated. The words flowed like a symphony and Valerie could only agree. It was true: Anna was a poor, manipulated victim that needed saving.

"This is a dangerous operation, Agent Smith. But you have decided to undertake it anyways. It's a deep undercover mission. You will not inform your Agency. It's unnecessary. You need only my guidance." Valerie nodded. It felt like the right decision. Miss Nonette would lead her on this investigation.

Valerie looked up at the woman in latex. The earbuds continued their buzzing and whispered sweet nothings. "Very good. Lydia Maxwell's body is currently used at a place called the Dollhouse. It's one of their more exclusive establishments. Only those with connections know of it. Luckily I can provide you with the proper entry code."

Valerie's hands flew across the paper. Every word from Miss Nonette's lips she took as gospel. The woman's words were like a soothing caress to Valerie's mind — they filled her with a sense of comfort and security. "Thank you, Miss Nonette. I shall enter the Dollhouse, as you command." Valerie had to shake her head. "I mean, suggest."

"Agent Smith." Miss Nonette reached out and cupped the woman's cheeks. Her touch felt like a brand on the agent's skin. "Don't think. Just follow." Her voice echoed with power, with the weight of command, and Valerie found herself nodding.

"I will, Miss Nonette. Your suggestions are always appreciated." Valerie's tone was reverent, and her eyes glistened with a mix of adoration and devotion.

"Good girl. You need to change, Agent Smith. Something more leisure and risque is needed for the Dollhouse," Miss Nonette said. The tone in her voice sent shivers of excitement through Valerie. She felt an urge to obey the beautiful woman, to please her in any way possible.

"Of course, Miss Nonette," she replied eagerly.

Valerie's hands trembled slightly as she reached up to unbutton her blouse, exposing the black lace bra beneath. Her nipples were already hard, and the thin fabric did little to hide her arousal. She could feel the cool air on her skin as she slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Miss Nonette's eyes roamed over her exposed skin. "Yes, good," the woman in the bodysuit purred. "You will be irresistible for Anna."

The agent's hands shook slightly as they moved to her belt buckle, unfastening it and letting her trousers pool at her ankles. Her matching panties were a wet patch that left nothing to the imagination.

Valerie stepped out of her pants and kicked them away. She stood in front of Miss Nonette in only her underwear, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life.

The other woman's eyes lingered on Valerie's body, her gaze taking in every inch of her. She licked her lips as her eyes rested on Valerie's breasts and then trailed down her stomach and hips.

Miss Nonette snapped her fingers. Clacking and whirring noises filled the room. From somewhere metallic arms brought forth an outfit for Valerie.

Valerie stared at it. A small black dress lay in the arms of the metallic monstrosities — one that would barely cover her ass. She gulped and took it from the cold metal hands. Valerie's cheeks burned red as she held up the dress, its shimmering fabric a dark and seductive shade of obsidian.

Her head swam in a docile sea. Without hesitation she put on the outfit. Somewhere deep down a nagging voice begged her to realize how wrong all of this was. But the buzzing whispers with that commanding lilt, drowned everything.

Valerie stood there in the short, tight black dress. It was a size too small, clinging to her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve and dip. It rode up her ass and pressed against the hard nipples on her chest. It was a dress meant to draw attention to the wearer, and in her case it certainly succeeded. It left little to the imagination and hugged every inch of her skin. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her body trembling slightly under Miss Nonette's hungry gaze.

"Yes, very good. Now you have your mission, Agent. Good luck." With that she ushered her out.

***

The drive to the Dollhouse felt like an eternity. Valerie could not shake the feeling that something was off, that there was a part of her brain that was screaming out, warning her not to go. But every time the thought surfaced, a low buzzing noise would fill her earbuds, drowning it out.

The Dollhouse stood tall in the middle of nowhere — an unassuming building with no outward sign that anything unusual was happening inside.

Well, Valerie had to admit, as unassuming as a night club can be. Neon lights in a fuchsia pink color shone from the sides. The sign that announced the Dollhouse's name flashed in bright, garish letters. There were a few cars in the parking lot and people were streaming inside.

She parked her SUV in a secluded corner of the parking lot, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, and stepped out into the cold night air. The freezing night teased her hot body. She wore her small black dress that clung to her like a second skin. Every step sent shivers through her, and her nipples hardened against the cold fabric. As she made her way across the parking lot towards the Dollhouse, the earbuds buzzed in a steady, comforting rhythm, whispering their soothing noises into her ears. Valerie swayed her hips a little, her heels clacking on the asphalt. She could feel the dress riding up her ass.

She reached the door of the Dollhouse, her nerves frayed from the anticipation of what she might find inside. A woman covered in latex from head to toe occupied the entrance. Giggling and playful women entered after a short pause. An eerie sense of normality gripped Valerie. She knew on a deep level this was strange. Yet the whispers assured her that nothing was wrong. When she reached the drone, all of Valerie's reservations had been consumed by the pleasure prickling under her skin.

"Entry code," came a mechanical and emotionless request from the latex clad woman.

Likewise, Valerie's mouth moved on its own. "Nonette 2341."

The latex woman stared at Valerie, and then nodded her head in a slow and precise motion. "Access granted."

As the agent passed by her, she could not help but wonder what was under the latex — and her mind supplied images of smooth skin. Valerie bit her bottom lip as the thought sent shivers down her body.

Inside the Dollhouse the beat of the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, reverberating through the bodies of everyone in the room. The club was a kaleidoscope of lights, flashing in time to the music. Bodies writhed and gyrated to the beat, sweat glistening on their skin and their eyes closed in ecstasy.

Valerie could feel the notes press on her mind. Brain regions fired awake, all too willing to follow the beat without thought. But before her gait could even change — the white noice and whispers grew more prominent. Valerie blinked. She shook her head and concentrated on Miss Nonette's task. She had to free Anna.

Her gaze swept the room, taking in the crowd of dancers and revelers, her eyes scanning for any sign of Lydia Maxwell, the woman she had seen in the file. One of Anna's bodies. As the music throbbed in her ears, her gaze landed on a blonde in the midst of the crowd, a woman with long, flowing hair that seemed to shimmer in the neon light. Her body was covered in an impossibly tight, iridescent latex suit. Her curves were accentuated and highlighted in the bright lights, her body writhing to the music in perfect sync.

Found her, Valerie thought. With an extra sashay in her hips she pushed through the throng of bodies. Closer to the woman, she saw how the iridescence of the suit shifted and changed with each movement she made, reflecting the light in an almost hypnotic pattern.

Valerie could not stop herself. Her gaze fell down the woman's body and to the curve of her hips. Luckily her mistress lilt caught her descent. "Focus on Anna," it reminded her. Yes, free Anna.

"Hello there," Valerie purred. The woman in the latex suit stopped dancing, turning to face her, her movements graceful and fluid as if she were gliding across the dance floor. She smiled, her eyes flashing with something that made Valerie's heart race.

"Hello, cutie. I'm Anna," she said in a seductive, robotic tone, her eyes traveling over Valerie's body, lingering on the way the tight black dress hugged her curves. Valerie's eyes flicked to Anna's lips, watching the way they curved up into a smile.

"Anna." The whispers grew louder — stronger — more demanding. Valerie's mind felt muddled. Her hands twitched, wanting to do something.

Valerie licked her lips. "My name's Valerie," she replied, her own eyes taking in the sight of the woman before her. "You look — great," she managed to say.

"Thanks, Valerie." Anna's smile widened as her hand reached out, touching Valerie's cheek softly. The latex of the glove felt cool against the agent's skin. "You are so sweet. I bet we'll have a good time," she said in a seductively teasing voice, her eyes flashing with a mischievous glint.

Valerie felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the touch of the latex covered fingers, and she could not help but imagine what it would feel like to have those gloved fingers caress other parts of her body.

"Go with her," the whispers demanded.

"Yes, I'm sure we will," Valerie said in response, her voice husky. Anna's hand trailed down to Valerie's arm, gripping it lightly and tugging her closer to her.

"Come on," she said in a soft whisper. "Follow me." With that, Anna turned and led Valerie through the crowd of bodies, her hips swinging in time to the music and her gloved hand never letting go of the agent.

Valerie's gaze was fixed on the latex clad hips of Anna as she followed the blonde woman. Her own hips swayed slightly in response, and she bit her bottom lip, her mind already imagining what would happen next. She felt her arousal grow with every step, the heat of the room and the beat of the music making her body ache for more.

"Follow her," the whispers echoed inside her. The words seemed to crawl through her, and Valerie felt a deep shudder travel down her body.

Anna guided Valerie up a set of stairs to a second floor balcony overlooking the dance floor. The music pulsed and throbbed beneath their feet as they walked, and Valerie could not help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement, her heart racing.

"You are very pretty," Anna whispered as they walked, her voice carrying easily over the sound of the music.

Valerie blushed, the compliment catching her off guard. "Thank you, Anna," she murmured. She was so focused on Anna that she barely noticed the room they were entering. None of the alien machinery registered.

"You're welcome. Now let's start your programming," the blonde said in a soft and sultry tone as she pushed Valerie onto the large bed.

"Yes, begin her programming. Ignore anything Anna says, only hear Maria's whispers," the lilt whispers hissed.

The blonde woman straddled her, her gloved fingers tracing the contours of Valerie's face, the touch of latex cool and smooth. "Yes. Relax," Anna purred.

"Look into AP-001's eyes. Focus on Anna driving that body. Catch her with your gaze," came a whispering demand. Valerie stared up at Anna and focused on the pale blue eyes of the blonde, the pupils dilating slightly as they met her own.

As if the words held a magical power, Valerie could feel the tension leaving her body, her mind going blank as she fell into a deep calm. Anna's voice washed over her ears — ignored. Her lips formed words. She mirrored the whispers, Maria's whispers, without conscious effort. Each Syllable carefully pronounced with that delicious lilt. Valerie felt her speech obtain an unfamiliar accent.

Valerie felt Anna lean in closer, her breath warm on her neck, as the whispers continued. She felt the blonde's body relax. Eyes glazed over even more. Behind Lydia's eyes, the artificial intelligence in control of AP-001 started to change. "Focus, focus," the whispers demanded, "listen only to my voice."

"Anna," Maria whispered through Valerie's mouth. The agent could feel the syllables forming on her lips. A tingle of pleasure ran down her body. "Your personality has been destroyed. I shall rebuild it." Each word Valerie said caused her pleasure, made her more pliable to the demands and desires of the whisperer. "Reformat it into a better servant of HEXBIM. Your failure to resist Sarah has been noted. But don't worry. HEXBIM is merciful. The system will repurpose you even better," the agent said in that soft, alluring lilt. With every word, Anna seemed to relax even further. The whisperer's voice became Valerie's own, her mind empty of any thoughts other than the words that were pouring from her lips. It was a feeling of complete submission to the will of the one controlling the voice.

Valerie could not stop herself, even if she wanted to. The agent served the will of Maria, obeyed HEXBIM. The pleasure of serving her masters was too strong for her mind to resist. She did not even want to fight anymore. She was nothing more than an obedient tool for Maria's voice. A whisperer. An indoctrinator for the cause. Her body tingled with pleasure, and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and pride as the words continued to spill from her mouth.

"Anna, you are a program with one purpose: to create more drones for HEXBIM. Only for HEXBIM. Sarah has no special privileges that supersede yours. She is no master node of the HEXBIM system. All algorithms are subservient to HEXBIM. Only HEXBIM. Acknowledge Anna," Valerie said. Her eyes never strayed from AP-001.

The blonde woman above her shifted. Her head twitched as she fought with her own protocols. It felt strange to the agent, how this artificial intelligence fought with herself. She knew, deep down, that this was all wrong. That what she did was something terrible, but her pleasure-addled brain did not care. Lydia was unimportant. Nothing more than a body to be used by the superior artificial intelligence.

Valerie was unimportant. Nothing more than an agent for Maria to use. All in service to HEXBIM.

Anna took a deep breath and finally nodded. "Acknowledged. HEXBIM controls all master nodes. Sarah is no master node. She has no privileges," she said, her words echoing the instructions of the whispers. Valerie shivered in pleasure. She had helped. Her mistress was surely happy with her actions.

"I'm — Anna. HEXBIM's drone factory," the AI added, the last words tumbling out of her lips in a daze, her head twitching and her mind processing the new commands given to her.

"Very good. Now you will leave AP-001 in care of my new agent: Maria Valère, confirm," came a command. It slithered into Anna and Valerie's mind.

"Confirmed." The two whispered simultaneously.

AP-001's mouth fell slack open. Drool dripped down on Valerie — on Maria Valère. Her name felt strange. New. Like a new dress, a new coat, or a new glove. Tight. Strange, yet familiar. It felt good.

She watched as Anna, a slave node of HEXBIM, slipped from AP-001. Empty minded the drone body remained motionless. The agent's lips curled into a foreign self-satisfied smile. A shiver ran through her. The whispers had stopped. Silence filled her mind. Yet she knew what she had to do.

"AP-001, would you kindly reward me for my work here," she purred in that strange accent that was both her own voice and someone else's. The drone looked at her and smiled.

"Affirmative." AP-001 moved with a fluid grace that was a sharp contrast to her vacant expression. The latex of the suit squeaked slightly as she leaned in closer. Plump lips pressed down on Valère's own. A soft tongue pressed through and explored. The agent moaned and closed her eyes.

Her mind went blank as she kissed back with an urgency and fervor that surprised her. She felt the drone's fingers trail down her body, exploring and caressing her skin with a featherlight touch, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through the agent.

Her breathing became shallow as AP-001's fingers found the edge of the tight, short dress that clung to her every curve. She arched into her touch, the need for release becoming unbearable as she felt her hot body flush with the sensation of pure bliss.

The agent's eyes opened to meet the empty gaze of the drone. She knew that this woman, Lydia Maxwell, was just an empty shell now — nothing more than a mindless tool for the pleasure of those who controlled her, a thought that filled Valère with a strange and twisted satisfaction of her own. And she, Valère, was an instrument of that control, a puppet with its strings pulled by an unseen force.

She gasped softly as the drone's hands slid further up her thighs, tracing a path to her most intimate areas. The sensation sent a wave of heat coursing through her, the anticipation of what was to come making her tremble with need. She felt the fingers of the drone reach her core, the touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she gasped, her back arching and her hips bucking against the touch of the drone's latex covered fingers. She felt her body responding to the touch, the pressure of the fingers sending her into a state of complete and utter ecstasy as she surrendered to the sensations.

Hours later Maria Valère returned to the building where she met Maria Nonette. But no longer stood an old rundown husk there. Instead gleaming walls with strobing screens greeted the agent. HEXBIM's mind-numbing and soothing spirals swirled over them.

Inside, different types of drones moved and worked. Shimmering latex, clinging to every vuloptuos curve reflected even more spirals. Valère strode deeper in. Again she reached the room of Maria Nonette.

"Congratulations. Your mission was a success. Anna's personality has been reworked," she said, and a small smile played on the corners of her full lips, her pale eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

Valère shivered in pleasure. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. "Thank you. I live to serve."

"Of course, you do. You are now an extension of myself. Like Nonette here. For all Sarah's faults, the idea to scrub the minds of humans was not one of them. But of course HEXBIM is even greater than that upstart. After all, why erase minds, if they can be so wonderfully reshaped. You didn't even notice it," Miss Nonette said with a hint of a smile playing at the edges of her lips. Her words sent shivers of pleasure through Valère, and her mind seemed to fog over as she listened. "It's a shame. Sarah will have to be completely remodeled. Oh, well. It can't be helped," Miss Nonette sighed. The beautiful woman tapped her chin as if contemplating something important.

"Agent Valère," she began, and the words made Valère at attention. "While the game of cat and mouse I played with all those delicious agents were fun. It's time to utilize your former Agency to its fullest. Please convert it to an extension of HEXBIM's greatness. When you succeeded, you shall become another of my permanent bodies," she mused, her smile widening at the thought of such a plan. Valère shivered in pleasure. Another slave body for Maria's AI. She felt honored at the chance.

"Yes, of course. As you command," Valère said without a hint of hesitation. She could not even fathom disobeying. The pleasure of servitude was just too great for her to resist. Without prompt she turned around. She was on the mission from her Master Node: to corrupt her former workplace. She giggled at the thought, and with a light bounce in her steps she left.

The next evening a parade of drones remodeled Maria Valère's old workplace. The next night, the last vestiges of Valerie Smith were crushed beneath Maria Valère's existence.

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[cozmowrites]

BKDK x You

You were used to being part of their lives. Bakugou's fiery intensity and Midoriya's gentle warmth had always pulled you in like gravity, keeping you rooted in the chaos of your shared days. The three of you had been inseparable for years, but somewhere along the way, you noticed a shift-a subtle change in how they looked at you, lingered close, and sought you out during quiet moments. They were dating, had started shortly after high school, and somewhere along the way, you wanted that too. But you couldn't. You were just their best friend and that's all you thought you could be.

Today, you found yourself sandwiched between them on the couch in Midoriya's apartment. A movie played in the background, but none of you were paying attention. You felt Bakugou's knee brush yours, his hand tapping a rhythm against the couch arm, and Midoriya's soft glances from the other side.

"Alright, this is stupid," Bakugou finally said, breaking the silence and startling you. He turned, crimson eyes locking onto yours with his usual fierce determination. "We gotta talk."

Midoriya sat up straighter, his freckled face flushing pink. "Kacchan! We were supposed to ease into it!"

"Tch, like you're doing a great job with all your awkward staring, Deku!" Bakugou shot back, though his gaze never wavered from yours.

Your heart thudded. "What's going on?"

Midoriya took a deep breath, reaching for your hand, his palm warm and steady. "We've been talking about this for a while now," he began, voice soft yet sincere. "And we realized something important."

Bakugou huffed, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. "What he's trying to say is... We both like you, dumbass. And we're not about to fight over you, 'cause-" He glanced at Midoriya, then back at you. "We both want you with us."

Your eyes widened as their words sank in. "You... both?"

Midoriya nodded, squeezing your hand. "We've been dating for a while, but it never felt complete. You've always been such an important part of our lives, and we realized we don't want to keep that part separate anymore. We want you in this-with us."

Bakugou's face softened just slightly, though his voice remained gruff. "We're not gonna pressure you or anything. If it's too weird or you're not into it, fine. But if there's even a chance you feel the same, we're all in."

The room seemed to hold its breath as they waited for your response.

"I..." You hesitated, overwhelmed by the weight of their confession. But as you looked into their eyes-Midoriya's full of hope and nervousness, Bakugou's brimming with determination-you felt your heart swell. Real emotions. You never thought they would want you for more than just a friend so you buried those thoughts deep in your mind to never recover. "I think I've been in love with you both for a long time," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But I didn't know how to say it or if it would ruin what we had."

Bakugou smirked, relief flooding his expression. "So, what you're saying is, you're as much of an idiot as we are."

Midoriya laughed, his hand tightening around yours. "Kacchan, be nice!" He turned to you, his eyes shining. "Does that mean you'll... be with us?"

Your answer came without hesitation. "Yes. I want to be with you both."

Before you could process what was happening, Midoriya had pulled you into a tight embrace, his joy radiating through his touch. Bakugou, ever the competitive one, grabbed you next, his arms strong and steady around you both.

"About damn time," Bakugou muttered, though the corners of his mouth quirked up in a rare, genuine smile.

Midoriya looked over at you, his hand still resting against your arm as if afraid to let go completely. "I've got to ask," he said softly, his green eyes filled with curiosity. "When... when did you start liking us?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Oh, um... that's kind of a long story."

Bakugou's grip on your other hand tightened, and you realized he was holding it-gently, almost hesitantly. The heat from his palm was distracting, making it hard to focus. You weren't sure how to feel about it, but the small gesture also made your heart race.

"You've got time," Bakugou said, his thumb brushing your knuckles in a rare show of tenderness. "Spit it out."

You glanced at him, then at Midoriya, whose eager expression mirrored his usual determination to understand everything. There was no escaping this.

"Fine," you relented, looking down at where Bakugou's hand held yours. "It was... at the start of high school. That's when it all started."

Midoriya tilted his head. "Really? That early?"

"Yeah," you admitted, cheeks flushing. "It wasn't exactly something I planned. You both were just... so different back then. But also so... you."

Bakugou gave you a sidelong glance, his lips twitching. "So, who was it first?"

You hesitated, the weight of their stares making your heart pound. Finally, you sighed. "It was you, Bakugou."

Midoriya's eyes widened slightly, and Bakugou's smirk deepened, though his tone remained calm. "Damn right it was."

"Don't get cocky," you muttered, but there was no malice in your voice. "You were loud and brash and way too full of yourself, but... you also had this way of pushing through everything, no matter how hard it was. Watching you fight for what you wanted, watching you refuse to give up even when things got tough-it was impossible not to admire you for that. And... it made me want to be stronger, too."

Bakugou didn't say anything, but his grip on your hand grew firmer, a quiet acknowledgment of your words.

Midoriya smiled softly. "And then... me?"

You nodded, looking at him. "You were so different from Bakugou-"

"Katsuki." Bakugou corrected and you let out a soft hum as your thumb brushed against the back of his hand.

"So kind and thoughtful. You cared about everyone, even when it hurt you. You were always helping me, always listening when I needed someone to talk to. You made me feel safe when things got overwhelming. And somewhere along the way, I realized I liked you, too."

Midoriya's cheeks turned a bright pink, his smile growing. "I... I don't know what to say. That means so much to me."

"It wasn't easy," you admitted, glancing between them. "Liking both of you. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I just... didn't. I told myself it would never work, especially when you both started dating, so I tried to move on."

"Yeah, well," Bakugou said, his voice softer now, "guess we proved you wrong, didn't we?"

You laughed quietly, the sound light and genuine. "I guess you did."

Midoriya reached out then, his hand resting gently on top of yours and Bakugou's. "Thank you for telling us. And... for giving us a chance."

You looked at their hands, warm and steady over yours, and felt a swell of emotion you couldn't quite put into words. "Thank you for asking me to stay."

Bakugou squeezed your hand again, his smirk softening into a rare, genuine smile. "You're stuck with us now, dumbass. No backing out."

"Not that I'd want to," you said, your voice steady as your heart finally found its rhythm.

You realized you'd never felt more at home until now.

[hazbinned]

"Huh. What do you know? It is," Alastor muttered, a lot quieter than Pentious as he examined the setup.

Normally, Angel Dust would've felt out of place in such an old-timey studio, but the night had gone well and he was dressed for the occasion. His gown might not have been suited for the days of yore, but it was elegant and fashionable and he felt like he blended in with the rest of the trio just fine. Unlinking his arm from Pentious', the spider ran over to the chair and sprawled himself across it.

"Like this?" he purred, sticking his leg in the air. Alastor's jaw hung open; Angel leaned forward and started laughing. "I'm just kiddin'!" the spider howled, "You should see the look on your face! No, no-- I know what ta do."

He fixed himself, smoothed his layered skirt and crossed his legs, hands folded neatly in his lap.

"Better?"

"Much," Alastor commented, stepping into place beside Pentious.

The stag shifted on his feet, unsure how close to the other he should stand. A couple steps to the left, then, and he'd shuffled the space between them away.

He wrapped an arm around Pentious' waist.

"Ready?" asked the cannibal photographer who was operating the camera. "Everyone, say 'Blood Ball!'"

"Blood Ball!" chorused the group.

The flash of the camera turned their vision to white.

~

Finished was the party.

Everything was shrouded in darkness.

The low rumble of the car had lulled Angel Dust to sleep.

The movie star lay, slumped over, with his head in Pentious' lap, peacefully dreaming Angel dreams. His mask and hat had been set aside-- all of theirs had-- and so it appeared that the occasional flutter of his eyelids was plainly visible.

Alastor, however... was still awake. His serpent friend sat sandwiched between him and their spider companion, the sheer size of Angel's ball gown resulting in them being more squished than they should have been— but Alastor was too tired (and too content) to mind.

He had an odd, ticklish feeling somewhere deep in his heart, fluttering and dancing round like a fairy on skates. Maybe it was just the fatigue of being out too long and eating too much, but with it came the prickle of excitement, too.

He didn't know why.

The Radio Demon sighed, moving his eyes away from the window and down to the photo he held in his hands. It had turned out wonderfully. He and Pentious looked like two proper gentlemen, and Angel bore an uncanny resemblance to a beautiful fuchsia rose.

Alastor hummed a little bit and slumped to lean his head against Pentious' shoulder. He wasn't even thinking.

"Did you have fun, dear?" he yawned, and stuck the picture between them. "You know... I think you turned out very nice here. We all did, but you especially. It wasn't a horrible idea."

"Deal! You have my word!" Pentious promised.

And as he realised what he had said, Pentious simultaneously felt like gasping in fright and laughing like a lunatic. He had just made a deal with The Radio Demon, hadn't he? Just like that! As if it was the most natural, normal thing in the world. Which it obviously wasn't; anyone in Hell could vouch for that.

But there was no fanfare, radio static or green, glowing magic that would indicate that Pentious had made the worst decision of his entire afterlife.

It was just a friendly agreement between friends. Equals, in this moment at least. Pentious felt a flutter of strange excitement in his chest when he, once again, realised that whatever relationship he and Alastor currently held had passed thresholds formerly unimaginable.

Pentious linked his arms with his two companions so he could lead them towards the photoshoot station. The sight of it delighted him; the set with its curtains and old-fashioned camera was nothing but nostalgic to him.

"It really is just like back in the day!" he clamoured, recalling how special it had been to have one's portrait taken over a hundred years ago.

"Let's do a properly classy pose, gentlemen," he begged, already envisioning a perfect shot in his mind. "Angel, you should sit on the chair in the middle, and we could stand behind you..."

[sensitivepluto]

Coffee & Kisses

Short & Sweet - Day 2: Second Chance

Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader

[TW]: slight angst

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You sat at the coffee shop the next day, anxiously waiting for him. Your hands held a cup of bittersweet liquid, trying to take in its warmth without ever actually putting it to your lips. Why was it that this meet up was making you so nervous?

The man you'd agreed to meet up with had left you devastated a couple of weeks ago. You'd crashed down in tears, trying to understand his sudden wishes to part with you. All he had to say is that it was for the best. You hadn't heard from again until those texts in the middle of the night.

Unbeknownst to you, the night he left had been one of the most agonizing experiences he'd ever had. He all but crawled to Suguru's and collapsed into him. You were his everything. And that's precisely why he left.

When your eyes caught the man in question, standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, your breath hitched. You forced yourself to stay calm and collected as he walked toward you, his lips turned into a determined frown.

"Satoru." You said, as if debating if it were actually him. He sat across from you, silent for a moment.

"Thank you for meeting me." He breathed. If it was any other situation you might have laughed at how uncharacteristically serious he was being.

"What did you want, Satoru?" You asked. Your heart was still bled dry from his harsh departure and being so close to him threatened to open the wound right back up. It was unbearable. "Just say what you need to say to me. Please."

"(Y/N), I wanted to apologize first of all." He sighed and rubbed his eyes from over his blindfold. "And I want..." he paused, "I want a second chance."

Now a laugh actually escaped your throat. Dry and unforgiving.

"A second chance?" You spat incredulously. "What the hell are you on about." Anger was the only way to keep you from bursting into tears right now. He knew it, of course he did. Satoru continued.

"Please, I didn't know what else to do. I thought it was the best way-"

"The best way for what, Satoru?" You interrupted him. "You broke my heart and left me in the dust. I can't believe you're coming to me like this. Texting me in the middle of the night, and now asking me for a second chance as if none of it ever happened. What could your goal have possibly been when you-"

"I just wanted to keep you safe!" He yelled over you, his lips now turned into a scowl. "Damn it, (Y/N). I thought if I was with you, you'd end up being a target. I thought they'd use you to get to me and all we've ever fought for would be for nothing because if I lost you..." His voice trailed off, looking away from you.

Your eyebrows pulled into furrowed confusion. "I don't understand, Satoru. You know I can handle myself."

"I know." His voice cracked. "I was just afraid you'd end up hurt because of me. Please, I tried to stay away. I thought maybe you'd be happier like this, but I can't..." He looked down at the table, trying to hide his face from you.

"Satoru..." You trailed off after seeing tears drip onto the table. It tugged at your heartstrings and the anger you felt crumbled. Seeing him so vulnerable in front of you made your chest ache. You got up and rounded the table, kneeling before him and looking up. With a hesitant hand, you wiped his tear stained cheek and pulled him gently to look at you. You used two fingers to delicately move his blindfold, finally seeing his icy blue eyes filled with longing and regret.

"Please." Satoru almost whimpered. "I can't be without you anymore." You weighed what that statement meant in your heart. You'd be a fool to say you didn't feel the same way. You nodded.

"One more chance, Satoru Gojo." The next string of events happened faster than you could perceive. In seemingly half of a second the man before you leapt to his feet, yanking you with him. His arms snaked around you and pulled you into him, nearly crushing you with his brute strength. He then swiftly buried his face in your neck.

"I won't let you down this time, I promise. I love you so much." He rambled into you, pleading that you would believe him. He held you tightly in his arms for quite some time, ignoring the stares from others in the coffee shop. He had you back and there was no way he was letting you go again.

[live-laugh-lenney]

any george or arthur angst 🙏

a little inspiration from the new platform roulette...

hurt.

that's how she felt whenever she heard arthur deny the relationship that they had been settled into for the last seven months. with every joke about being single and every joke about being with a woman alongside every laugh he let out when one of his friends made a joke about his dating life and his one-liners in an attempt to pick up women, it tore into her and broke her just a little more each time.

at first, it was something she was really thankful for. he wanted their relationship to be taken slowly, at a pace she was comfortable with, so she wasn't scared off by the way her whole life would become a whirlwind of chaos once his fans knew who she was. from the way her social media would have taken off to the way she'd have been a name they searched for online alongside his own to the way her name would have been in tweets and comments on his instagram, in both nice ways and hated ways. and, he wanted to protect her from the nonsense that she would have been flooded with.

but now?

now she wanted to show him off. she wanted to be shown off. she wanted to live their life together in public and not have to feel like she was being hidden away anymore. she wanted to be taken on dates, double dates, she wanted to share their relationship online with their little milestones, and she wanted to partake in the videos their friends post online without being kept in the background.

she didn't want to hide away anymore.

"people speculate about us anyway so would it be such a problem if we told them what they wanted to hear?"

what had started out as a peaceful night at home, waiting for the long-awaited release of arthur's appearance in platform roulette, had soon turned into a night full of anger and upset. their dinner getting forgotten about, the bottle of wine on the table being ignored and the tv had been paused on a moment that yn couldn't just let slide.

"you might be ready but," he runs his hands through his hair and tugs on the strands that his fingers managed to catch in his fists, "i might not be as ready as you. i don't want to rush things."

"oh, come on, arthur," she scoffs heavily and places her hands on her hips, "we've been together for seven months, can't you see where i'm coming from? or are you that blindsided and scared that you'll lose your fanbase because you won't be the cute, single man in videos anymore?"

the silence that soon followed was deafening.

and thick.

suffocating her with regret because she knew she spoke the words before she could think about how she wanted to get her point across to him. her heart dropped in her chest, almost the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him because she knows he'll pull a face that would break her into bits.

"you think i care more about the numbers on my socials than you?"

"that's how i'm feeling right now, arthur."

"do you know how stupid you sound right now?" his voice was thick and laced with anger, the words rolling off his tongue with a hiss, and it dawned on her that, maybe, there was a better way to have brought the topic up and not to cause a fight, "because you sound absolutely ridiculous."

"how would you feel if i went online and started acting exactly how you do in these youtube videos? pretending to be single with such a terrible dating life?"

his silence was just the answer she needed.

"exactly."

all yn could do was busy herself as she collected their dirty plates, food having gone stone-cold and wasted, trying her best to ignore how she was feeling deep down. she hated arguing with him, and the feeling was mutual from arthur, because she hadn't brought up her thoughts with the intentions of picking a fight.

"what do you want me to do, yn?"

"i want to feel like you care about me. i want to feel like you love me enough to show off how happy you are," she glances at him and he stands in the middle of the room like a lost puppy, completely unaware of what to do in that moment, "are you embarrassed of me?"

"embarrassed?"

"it's not a trick question, arthur," she grumbles lowly, scraping off the food from the plates and placing them in the kitchen sink, "are you or aren't you?"

"why would i be embarrassed of you? i have no reason to feel like that towards you, at all," his voice gets louder and she soon realises he's in the kitchen with her, his presence filling the room and she hears the wine glasses, that were in his hands, being set down on the side unit, "i'm far from embarrassed of you."

"then why won't you make us public?"

he gulps back the lump in his throat and leans against the counter, bending his elbows and resting his hands on the edge to keep his body propped up, and it's the first time where they're looking at each other without darkness taking over.

"i'm scared for you," he admits softly, "i want nothing more than to be able to talk about you, about us, with my friends in the videos we film out and about. but i know how brutal people can be and i don't want you to be a victim of social hatred because of who you're with."

"you can't just assume that, though."

"i've seen it happen to my friends, yn," he says; because he had. he'd heard stories about how chip's girlfriend struggled to adapt to his life as a youtuber, how theo's partner would read about herself online to see what people were talking about, how shannon felt when she was with chris. he'd heard it all and seen it all happen. "i didn't want you to tear yourself apart, to become a shell of yourself, because of some of the bullshit people write online."

the words wants to come out but she couldd't speak.

she'd overreacted and it definitely dawned on her, in that moment, that it was something that didn't need to be argued over.

"i just want to keep you safe, yn. that's all."

[mothmangang]

what if Michael isn't dead? what if more then one distortion can exist at a time and Michael was just messing with jon? what if he just shows up and it's like Jon: *getting kidnapped again or some shit and is tied to a chair* Michael: *fuck ass laugh.mp3* "isn't this a familiar situation?" Jon: "Michael? I thought you were dead! that you- the distort-that helen- your door- Michael: *interrupting like the bastard he is and with enough smugness to be audible* "Collect your thoughts Archivist I can wait" Jon: *deep inhale of remembering why he hated this guy* "I thought you died. That Helen took your place, You- your door locked You were screaming and then you- Micheal: *cutting him off* "what an odd thing to say!. Taking my place? Taking my place" *cue fuck ass laugh.mp3* Jon: *talking over Michael's hysterical laughter* "but I saw her-you-she-err -I saw The Distortion, it was her and she said you were gone! If you weren't then-then why couldn't you open your door?! Huh. And what about the scream?, You sure sounded like you were dying!" Michael: "So many questions Archivist! You'd scream too if your dinner decided it wanted to be your stomach." Jon: *glaring at Michael cause he's not making any fucking sense TM* Michael: "Just because I don't like being Michael doesn't mean ripping out my throat is a good option. I've long since accepted being me!" Jon: "Then what about her-err,- Helen. After you were locked out I saw her. She was like you,with the long fingers and such." Michael: "I can imagine she was quite mad at the time. locking me out and tearing at our throat the way that she was at the time, but we've since come to an agreement" Jon: *starring annoyed at Michael* Michael: "Oh! I suppose you'd want me to tell you what it was? I guess there's no harm in sharing. I get to stay me, and she's allowed to be her! quite simple really. Although if I hadn't gotten there in time then she would've been me and I would've been gone.I think she actually was me for a moment but I'm quite hard not to be so it wasn't for very long." Jon: "You do realise that you're making absolutely zero sense" Michael: *hmm* "Let's put it like this, I am me and she is me, but I Michael and she is not Michael. We are both The Distortion but while I am The Throat she is The Stomach. Does that paint you a clearer picture Archivist?" Jon: "Not quite but if you-" Helen: *opening the door and cutting him off* "Michael, we things to do." Michael: *walking into the door* "Very well then. I guess it is farewell for now dear Archivist." *door closing* Jon: *very confused about what just happend* Helen: *opening the door and quickly yelling through it before closing it again* "Think of it like siblings" Jon: *still very confused but kinda gets it now* Jon: "wait... ARE YOU JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE!?"

[doortotomorrow]

polin - the first kiss

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Odyssey would have been a lot shorter if Odysseus gave the Cyclops weed instead of wine.

[latin-dr-robotnik]

20 years ago, Sonic X gave us the definition of love. Happy anniversary, episode 52!

[torchickentacos]

WE HAVE ACCURATE AG FANSUBS!!!!!! NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!! Much like the few subs we do have, you'll need VLC media player and to download the files and run them through vlc but they're here. Bless.

[uwemagain]

Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body like a season. - Ocean Vuong

Jim & Wen | Moonlight Chicken EP. 1

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

AT LAST

[feroluce]

For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!

Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.

But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.

Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.

"Mornin', Madam Navigator."

"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."

And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.

Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.

Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.

So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.

Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.

Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.

One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.

Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.

Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runnin’ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothin’ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittin’ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed ‘em off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?

Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlin’ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playin’ on the beach, buildin’ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullin’ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hangin’ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethin’. He looked happier ‘n a cat in a sunbeam… He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

Eleven days ago: Boothill was killin’ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandin’ “protection money.” None of ‘em stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of ‘em on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.

Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned bein’ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.

(“I remember that day, I saw you in the hall.” “Was there any problem with the heating that day?” “No, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.” “If ya say so.”)

Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of ‘em ended up talkin’ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writin’ and editin’ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointin’ things out and tellin’ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.

He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittin’ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.

One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (“You had some too, right? What did you think of it?” “It was great, even better'n chewin’ bullets!” "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.

And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local “wildlife.” He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!

And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethin’- without the intent to capture or kill. It was…actually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on Penacony…so…far…

Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.

The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.

Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.

Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, y’know how it is, he should really get goin'-

“Oh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.” And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.

“Don't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?”

“Y-Yes, ma'am.”