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freedomfireflies · 6 months

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A-Mazing*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where you and Harry find yourselves lost in a corn maze together.

Word Count: 7.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, exhibitionism, size kink, Daddy kink, enemies dynamic, Harry being a little bitch 🫶

“Oh, absolutely not.”

Harry smirks as he turns to you, hands sliding into his hoodie pocket. “Gee, thanks.”

“No, I’m serious, I’m not getting stuck with you,” you argue, glancing toward the rest of the group that’s already heading inside the corn maze. “Seriously, please. Anybody else. I will take literally anybody else.”

“Well, you don’t get anybody else,” Harry snorts, much too smug for your liking. “You were late.”

“Yeah, and I was late because I was fixing your mistake,” you remind him. “It took me three hours to recode that sequence. And I’m still not finished—"

“Right, because it wasn’t a fucking mistake, Princess. The way I designed it was going to help it run three times more efficiently than the way Prescott suggested. And you just fucking undid it—"

“You weren’t asked to make it more efficient. You were told to do it the way the client wanted—”

“Well, the way the client wanted it was slow and stupid—”

“And you would be the authority on slow and stupid.”

Harry’s eyes narrow while his lips press into a thin line, looking quite incensed. “Very mature. Are we going in or what?”

“Fine,” you agree through a heavy exhale, shoving past him to head toward the entrance.

You have no idea why you even agreed to come in the first place. Sure, the idea of getting a few coworkers together for some fall fun was sweet, but truth be told, you don’t really care about any of these people outside of the office. You don’t care to see them, or get to know them, or hang out with them.

And the one person you do know happens to also be the one person you can’t stand.

Corn mazes are fun. Even pairing up to do them together is kind of exciting.

But with him? You’d rather get lost.

“All right, here’s your map,” the kind, older woman at the table says, handing you a piece of paper. “Answer the questions at each fork and follow the path according to your answer.”

You nod your understanding and offer a quick thank you before slipping past the tent and toward the beginning of the maze. The setting sun casts shadows across the field as you both make your way through the stocks.

You feel a sense of adventure as you make your way to the first checkpoint. Taking in the lingering scent of kettle corn somewhere off in the distance, and the excited chatter of the other people inside the maze. It’s exhilarating, and you feel a sense of purpose as you stride forward. Spurred on by a need to win – to do better than him.

And you hear Harry subtly huff from somewhere behind you, clearly annoyed with the way you’ve left him behind. “Real fucking mature,” he scoffs, and you can practically hear his eyes roll. “We’re supposed to be a team, Tinkerbell. You know, work together.”

“Well, I don’t want to be on a team with you,” you retort. “And we’ve never worked well together. As is evident by your complete lack of common sense and understanding of the system we’re trying to design.”

“Oh, this shit again—"

“Yes, this shit again. You’re costing us time and money by trying to prove you’re so much better than everyone else—”

“Well, I can’t exactly help it if I am, now, can I?”

You feel your expression fall as you spin on your heel to face him. “You’re fucking annoying, is what you are. It’s not my job to clean up after you. Okay, I’m not your mother, I’m not your babysitter. I am your equal. And it’s about fucking time you start treating me like it.”

Even in the dark, murky space, you can see a certain glimmer in his eye. One that challenges the frown on his face.

He studies you for a moment, eyes searching for a response. “Careful what you wish for, Princess.”

With that, he shoves past you and forges ahead into the maze. Leaving you to stare at his back with a glower.

You’re both silent as you approach the first fork, offering nothing more than looks of indignation and huffs of apathy as you raise your map and scan the question.

“What does WWW stand for in a website browser?” you read aloud before snorting. “World Wide Web. C.”

An easy question. You both know the answer, and there's no way he can argue with you.

So, instead, he says nothing. Merely glancing over the paper almost skeptically before heading toward the third row.

Pocketing the trivia questions, you chase after him. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? The silent treatment?”

Harry’s back stays to you as he slips between the stocks. “I’m not giving you the fucking silent treatment; I’m not twelve.”

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?”

“Because you’re a fucking brat.”

The vicious way he sneers the word sends a certain reaction down your spine, but you brush it away just as quickly as it appeared. “I thought I was your teammate.”

“You said it yourself, we’re not a team,” he retorts. “You’re not my babysitter, and you’re not my mother. Unless what you were really trying to say is that you want me to call you Mommy.”

You feel yourself hesitate, confused, and slightly startled by the suggestion. “Ew. Why would I want that?”

You see his shoulder lift and fall in a shrug. “I don’t know. You’ve always been a kinky little thing. Maybe it gets you off.”

“Oh, fuck you, I don’t have a mommy kink. Especially not with you.”

“Fine, a daddy kink then. Don’t think I forgot how eager you were to say it last time—”

“That was for you,” you hiss, once again glaring at his hooded back. “Okay, I was trying to see if you liked it, and you did—”

“Of course I did. It’s hot.”

“Sure, yeah. But I’m the kinky one?”

“I never said I wasn’t. I’m just saying, if you want me to call you mommy…all you have to do is ask.”

You come to the second fork, forcing the conversation to a halt as you feel your heart hammer in your chest. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine.”

You unfold the map and search for the next question. “What is cynophobia?”

“Easy. Fear of cats.”

“That’s ailurophobia, you dipshit. Cynophobia is a fear of dogs.”

“Dipshit. Classy. No, that’s real nice, Tink. Very romantic.”

“Well, it’s true. Look it up.”

“Can’t,” he says calmly. Confidently. “There’s no service in here.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you know?”

“Cause I’ve done this before. Many times.”

Your eyes narrow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“…why?”

There’s a brief pause before he says, “She used to love it here.”

Your heart instantly drops into your toes, grimace untwisting as you glance toward the ground. “Oh.”

Another shrug. “Point is, I can’t look it up. So…pick whichever. I don’t care.”

Swallowing thickly, you gesture toward the second exit. “B. The answer is dogs. My brother used to have it when he was younger.”

And for the first time all evening, it’s Harry’s turn to look surprised as he nudges his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “You have a brother?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you learn that from my file?” you tease, and you notice his lips twitch up into a smirk.

“Not exactly.”

“Yeah, well…I don’t really talk about him. He doesn’t live here, he lives back home. After my dad left, he stuck around to take care of our mom.”

You see a flash of sympathy streak across his expression, but you’re brushing him off before he can comment.

“Anyway, it’s B,” you repeat, walking toward the middle row. “If you don’t believe me, then go your own way.”

For a moment, Harry hesitates, almost as though considering it. Then, he sighs, and begrudgingly follows your lead.

This time around, you’re both quiet. Listening to the sounds of everyone else further on in the maze laughing, or talking, or squealing with excitement.

A few scattered lamps help guide you through the dark labyrinth. You can see the wind move through the corn stocks. The way they rustle as they sway with the breeze, adding an element of eeriness to the already spooky scene.

Furthermore, the night air is beginning to grow cold. The fall chill nipping at your skin and reminding you once more that it’s no longer summer as you shiver and pull your jacket further around your body.

“Should have brought a real coat,” Harry comments, almost haughtily, and it makes your eyes roll. “It’s October, Princess. Can’t wear booty shorts and flip flops anymore.”

Despite the fact that you’re wearing neither of those, you still feel the need to scoff, “Well, of course it’s not cold to you. You’re already dead inside.”

“Ooo, ouch. You got me. Sick burn, Tink. Real sick.”

His flippant response makes your skin crawl. “You are so fucking annoying, do you know that?”

“And you’re a fucking brat, do you know that?”

“I’m not a brat, I’m just right.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

“Yeah, it is whatever I say, actually. I’m the one with the fucking map.”

To prove your point, you wave the paper in the air before stopping beside the next checkpoint.

“What are the names of the four women on the show, The Golden Girls?” you read, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “Uh…I know Rose is one of them.”

“And Betty White,” Harry adds.

“No, her character. Not her,” you huff. “And I’m pretty sure Betty played Rose, so that’s only one.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to help,” he scoffs before glancing over the multiple-choice answers. “Then it’s probably A or C. Those are the only ones with Rose in them.”

“Well, we have to pick one. Okay, we can’t do both—”

“Yes, I fucking know that, Tinkerbell. I’m just narrowing it down—”

“Well, maybe be less condescending about it.”

“Fine,” he nearly snaps, angrily stabbing at the map with his finger. “A. Dorothy, Rose, Blanch, and Samantha.”

“No, that doesn’t sound right. I don’t think they had a Samantha. It was…it was something else. Either Sophia or Sarah.”

“Well, you have to pick one. You can’t have both,” he repeats mockingly, and you begin to glare. “Besides, statistically, it’s more likely they switch up the letters with each guess. We’ve already done B and C. Next should be A.”

“Really? That’s your reasoning?”

“That’s my reasoning. Take it or leave it.”

And you don’t like it. You don’t feel convinced by it. But you decide – just this once – to put your faith in his incessant need to be right. To trust him and his judgment.

You nod once. A curt gesture of good will as he sighs gratefully and takes off toward the first row.

An eerie feeling follows you as you trail behind. Perhaps an ominous warning to turn around. That something is about to go wrong.

At first, you shake it away. Equating it with your distaste for the man before you.

But soon…you see the real reason why.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you groan when you’re both forced to a stop by a dead end. “See? What did I tell you?”

“Fuck off, you didn’t tell me shit, Princess. It’s a dead end, not death,” he huffs. “We’ll turn around and try again.”

“Can we? We passed like two other rows and now I can’t remember which way we came.”

“Well, that’s not my fault.”

“Oh, bite me, Harold.”

“Just tell me where.”

You feel your heart race beneath your chest. Spurred on by adrenaline, slight fear, and the brisk cold air. “Can you please stop being so infuriating?”

“Can you please stop being such a bitch?” he replies cooly before his eyes flick down toward your shivering frame. “You’re shaking.”

“Yes, I know,” you grit through clenched, chattering teeth. “It’s cold. And don’t you dare make another joke about flip flops. I don’t have the energy to slap you.”

That arrogant smirk returns. “Cute. Told you, you should have brought a coat.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you hiss. “So can we please just get the fuck out of here before I freeze to death?”

Harry’s eyes roll, but you notice his grin grow as he sighs and lifts a hand toward the collar of his hoodie.

In one fluid motion, he’s slipping the sweatshirt up his torso and over his head to hand to you. Dangling the dark fabric between your bodies as you stare at it incredulously.

“Take it,” he grumbles, waving the material in your direction. “And don’t fucking say I’m never nice to you.”

Stunned, you blink quickly. “What…are you doing?”

“Just put it on,” he huffs, gesturing toward you again. “Cause, if you die out here, I’m not dragging your body back.”

Your eyelids narrow into small slits while you cautiously reach for the hoodie. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Once you’ve taken it, he uses his knuckle to shove his glasses back into position. “Like you said, I can’t get cold. I’m dead inside.”

You smile at this before pulling the cozy jacket over your head. It smells…good. It smells like him. Radiating heat and the faint scent of his cologne.

Truth be told, it feels like a warm hug. Something you can’t imagine Harry ever giving you on his own. And a part of you feels…relieved. Relaxed and almost…enamored. Perhaps even grateful.

“Thanks,” you murmur, snuggling against the fabric before slipping your hands into the pocket. “You didn’t…have to. I know being nice isn’t your thing.”

He snorts, turning now toward the tall lookout platform just beside the dead end. “Whatever. Maybe we should go up and see if we can see the exit.”

“Okay.”

With that, he turns toward the stairs and begins the trek up. You rush after him, trying hard to see the steps without much light, and thankfully making it to the top in one piece as you begin to look around.

It’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning, the design lit up by the soft glow of the moon. An almost romantic touch, although you shake the thought away. You can see a few groups spread out throughout the rest of the maze, but most of them are already making their way out. Having figured out the riddles much quicker than the two have seemed to.

You pout. “Nuts.”

“Yeah,” he agrees in a low grumble. “Okay, we’ll…we’ll turn around. Maybe you were right. Maybe it was C. We can try that next.”

It’s strange to hear him admit you could have been correct, and you can’t help but smirk as you nod. “Okay.”

You follow Harry down the other side, focusing your attention on your footing as you take each step one at a time.

But once you’re toward the bottom, your tennis shoe suddenly catches on a rogue nail, and you begin to stumble. Body falling forward before you can even reach for the railing.

Instantly, Harry – who’s already made it back to the ground – reaches out for your arms, slipping his hands beneath your elbows to help steady you and catch you just in the nick of time. Sparing you from a rather embarrassing fall.

You gasp as you’re flung forward, allowing yourself to settle in his embrace for support while you work on your balance and place your feet back where they need to be.

And once you’re sure you’re sturdy, you take a deep breath, and straighten up.

“Shit,” you whisper, lashes fluttering from the rush of adrenaline, and the feel of his touch. “I hate these shoes.”

You expect a snarky quip, but instead, you see his expression twist from behind his glasses as he glances over your face. Hands still glued to your arms. “Are you all right?”

A bit stunned by the soft and rather gentle tone of voice, you nod once. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m…sorry. I should have been looking.”

He seems confused by your apology but chooses to ignore it, instead watching you closely as if monitoring your reaction. “If you wanted me to hold you, Tinkerbell, you could have just said so.”

Despite yourself, you laugh, cheeks growing warm as you push yourself out of his arms. “Fuck off.”

“Fuck off? Or fuck me?”

“Ha. Very funny.”

“Maybe I’m not being funny,” he argues. “Maybe I mean it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

You snort. “Harry, come on. This would be the last place to fuck.”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why. What’s wrong with it? It’s dark. Secluded. There’s the element of getting caught, which I know you like.”

“Harry,” you repeat, almost doubtfully. “We…there’s no place to even do it. It’s way too exposed, and cold, and dangerous. We’d be better off just fucking in my car.”

“If we can even find our way back to your car,” he retorts teasingly. “Besides, I thought you liked danger.”

You gaze at him with suspicion, feeling that odd racing return to your chest. “You’re not being serious, are you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe. I wasn’t at first, but…it’s not a bad idea.”

“Please. You can’t be that horny that you have to fuck me every time we see each other.”

“Okay, well, I’m not and I don’t,” he scoffs. “It’s just…different.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

Another shrug, but this time, he’s stepping closer. Those soft, green eyes dancing down your body as if drinking you in. Indulging in the sight of you. “I don’t know,” he repeats, a bit quieter. Thicker. “There’s just…something about you, in my clothes. It’s…it’s good. You look good.”

The look in his eye is primal. Breeding a new sense of desire deep within the pit of your stomach. You shift under his lustful gaze, fingers curling into your fist from inside the pocket.

“Thanks, I guess,” you manage to say, noticing the way he continues to move closer. “It is comfy.”

“Good,” he mumbles, still studying your stance before dragging his attention back up to your face. “And you’re warm?”

“Getting there.”

A short nod. “You know…there are other ways of heating you up.”

The sneaky remarks are back, and even though you can feel your legs squeezing together from the suggestive tone of voice, you grin. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” He finally reaches you, fingers outstretching for the front of his hoodie. Moving up your chest almost innocently before slipping around the back of your neck. “Want me to keep you warm, Tink?”

And you want to tease him a little longer, make him wait. Suffer.

But he’s too good. He’s always been too good at catching you off guard and luring you into submission. The way he speaks, the way he looks at you, the way he pulls you closer with the palm of his hand. You can practically taste him. Can smell him everywhere. Feel him in places he’s not even touching you.

And you need it. You need him, you want him. Right now, more than anything.

“Yes,” you exhale, almost shakily. “Yes, please—”

He surges forward, lips connecting with yours almost violently. Stealing the rest of your plea before you can make it.

You can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but whimper as he sucks on your tongue and presses his fingers harder against your head. Trapping you against his mouth until you feel dizzy.

And he’s so warm. A stark contrast to the brisk, autumn air. And he’s soft in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Inviting. As though he’s been waiting his whole life to lay his mouth to yours.

“Har—” you gasp when he pulls back to nip at your bottom lip. “Har, please—”

You sound deranged. Wounded, almost, and so goddamn pitiful. You’re tugging on his shirt, trying to yank him impossibly closer. Tilting to the left for a deeper angle and raising up onto your toes in order to taste him fully.

“Easy,” he whispers, and it’s so very strained. Like he’s using what little strength he still has to speak to you. “Easy, Princess. S’okay, I’ve got you.”

It’s possessive the way he talks to you. Commanding you to listen. Insisting that your pleasure is his. That your wellbeing is in his hands.

He’s not a caring man by nature. At least not to you. But in moments like this, his dominance takes control. Turning him into a desperate man eager to care for you. To protect you and keep you safe.

Perhaps it’s a more caveman mindset. The idea that he needs to look after you. That you’re his to keep and care for.

But right now…you adore it. Feel safe in the idea of submitting to him.

“Please,” you try again, breathless and desperate as you cling to his strong frame and beg him for something only he can give you. “Harry, please…hurts.”

There’s a teasing glimmer in his eye, brightened by the reflection of his glasses. “Yeah? Is it achy, Tink?”

You nod quickly, grabbing onto his other hand to slide it down your stomach. Right toward where you need him most.

And he lets himself be moved, watching with intrigue at the way his fingers are dragged toward your thighs. Smirking rather sadistically while pressing his palm against your pussy with fervor.

You whine at the subtle friction, already attempting to grind down against the heel of his hand as he meets your pace with soft strokes of his own.

“There you go,” he murmurs, watching your hips before returning his attention to your face. “Feels good, baby, yeah? Like to use me, don’t you?”

Another quick nod, and you sigh contently when he presses his lips to your cheek. Placing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Har,” you try again, nuzzling closer. “Har, they’re…they’re gonna see. Can’t…can’t do it here—”

“Yes we can,” he replies calmly. And the soft, secure tone of voice instantly turns your insides to jelly. “Promise I won’t let them see, okay? Gonna keep you to myself.”

He removes his hand from your pussy to place it on your hip. Guiding you back until you feel your body connect with something hard. You glance around just long enough to find that it’s the wooden frame of the lookout. And he keeps you trapped there as he hides you both beneath the structure, tucking you away from any prying eyes that might pass.

“There,” he says, grinning to himself at the eager look on your face. “Now Daddy can see just how wet you really are, hm?”

You can tell he’s using the nickname sparingly. Tentative of your reaction as he waits to see how you might feel about it.

And truthfully, you hadn’t anticipated liking it as much as you do. Especially in this moment, when he’s giving you everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s like music to your ears, orgasmic just to listen to.

You swallow thickly and nudge your nose against his cheek. “Yes, Daddy.”

He tenses beneath your touch, cursing against the shell of your ear before he whispers, “Show me.”

He returns his hand to yours, allowing your fingers to interlock as you shakily guide him toward your jeans.

After a bit of maneuvering, you get the zipper down, and help slip his hand inside your underwear. Straight down to your cunt as his fingers glide through your folds until he can find what he’s looking for.

“Oh, Tink,” he coos almost sympathetically. Stroking your pussy as you move to grip his wrist excitedly. “S’all wet, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you mumble, leaning your head back against the wooden board for stability. “Hurts.”

“I bet,” he tsks, sliding his middle finger toward your hole. Circling it once before glancing over your expression. “Need something to fill you up, hm? Get you warm again?”

You hum your agreement, tugging his touch further into you as he chuckles and steps closer. “Please…”

“What, baby? What do you need?”

You whimper again and roll your hips against his fingers. Needing the friction of his thumb against your clit which he refuses to give you.

“What do you want, hm?” he mumbles, dipping down to ghost his lips across yours. “Just ask…and Daddy will give you anything you want.”

And in this moment, you know he means it.

“Want you…to fuck me,” you exhale, reaching now for the curls lying against the back of his neck. “Please, Har. Need you to fuck me. Make it better. Make it go away.”

“Is that right?” He slips a finger inside, and you feel your insides twist as you gasp and squirm against the pleasurable touch. “Need something bigger, yeah?”

“Yes…yeah. Please. Please, Daddy.”

He smiles again before slipping his hand from inside your jeans to help tug them down your legs. Yanking almost furiously until they’re settled near your ankles. Allowing him just enough room to slip between.

And once your cunt is on display for him, he stares at it with a certain mesmerized admiration. Allowing himself to enjoy you before he reaches for his own belt and tugs it free.

Once he’s managed to pull his cock out, he reaches again for your hips. Squeezing them once before turning you around.

His arm slips around your middle to keep you secure and you grin lazily as you rest yourself against his chest.

“Gonna hold you, just like this,” he whispers against your cheek, and you feel the tip of his cock trailing against the curve of your ass. “Keep you warm.”

The hand against your ribcage is gentle. Keeping you steady as he attempts to hold you close.

“Deep breath, Tink, okay?” he instructs next, nudging the crown against your dripping hole. Warning you of his next step. “Know it’s a lot, but you always take me so well, don’t you? Gonna take me again?”

You grab onto his arm, nails scraping down his skin as you whine, “Yes. Yes, I’ll take you. Just need it, Har, please—"

“Okay, all right,” he shushes, nudging his cheek against your temple. “Need you to relax, okay? Are you relaxed, baby?”

And you think you are. Mentally, anyway. You’ve never felt so comfortable in someone’s arms. Under their influence and control. Even despite the cold air nipping at your thighs and the outside threat of getting caught, you feel at ease. Adrenaline coursing through your veins as the sounds of people somewhere else in the maze float toward you. Reminding you of where you are. What could happen.

“Tink,” he warns, sliding his cock through your folds in wait. “I need you to relax for me, okay? I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“No?” you manage to retort, and you catch his smile out of your peripheral. “Thought you liked to hurt me.”

“I do,” he agrees, lips following the shell of your ear. “But not like this. Don’t wanna split you in half.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you breathe, reaching back for his neck. “Maybe I need it, Daddy.”

He chuckles almost darkly before pressing his mouth against your heated skin. “I’ll remember that.”

With that, he drops his hand down to your cunt, circling his fingers around your clit until he feels your body unwind. Allowing him just enough room to begin pushing his cock in.

“There you go,” he sighs, both of you groaning when you feel how easily he slips in. “So fucking good. Take me so well, don’t you? Always do, I know. Relax, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

The burn is almost overwhelming. Demanding your focus and attention as you feel him stretch you open, forcing your walls to accommodate his size.

“Hey,” you hear him murmur, his palm coming up to cup your jaw. Thumb sweeping across your parted lips. “Are you breathing? Gotta breathe, Tink, come on. You know better—”

“I know,” you gasp, sucking in a greedy gasp for air before you suck in his finger. “I know, Daddy, m’sorry.”

He hums his approval before allowing himself to sit inside your warm mouth. “It’s okay, know it feels good, hm?”

“Mhm,” you agree around the large digit, allowing your tongue to settle him on your tastebuds. “More.”

“More?” he repeats, using his other hand to squeeze your hip. “Want more, greedy girl?”

“Please…”

“Please," he echoes thoughtfully. "Greedy Girl has manners, how precious.”

There’s a slight air of condescension and teasing to his response, and you feel yourself flutter around his length.

His grin grows. “You like that, baby?”

You manage one more weak nod as you press yourself against his body, squirming in his hold while his cock pushes in to the hilt.

“There,” he exhales, groaning some before falling still. Allowing your body to adjust to his size. “You okay?”

“Yes…yes, m’okay. Please move, please…please, Daddy—”

“Okay, all right,” he agrees coarsely, readjusting his stance before returning his arm to your stomach. Just beneath your chest. “Need you to be good, okay? Just listen to Daddy’s voice and do what I say.”

“I will. I will, I promise.”

“Good.” He begins to pull back. Dragging his cock through your quivering hole as you moan his name.

But such a loud noise isn’t quite what he had in mind, his other palm reaching up to smack across your mouth to silence you.

“Uh-uh,” he grunts, pausing the rhythm of his hips until he’s sure you’ll obey. “None of that. M’keeping you for myself, remember? Can’t let them know.”

You make an incoherent noise against his hand before writhing back against his cock. Needing more friction and movement that he refuses to give you.

“Unless that’s what you want, Greedy Girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Want them to see what I do to you. The way I make you fall apart…the way you beg for my cock. Even when you hate me.”

The idea sends a shiver down your spine as you groan his name and claw at his wrist.

“Is that what you want?” he murmurs between sharp thrusts. “S’it why you keep this pretty pussy so nice and tight for me? Cause you want them to know that it’s only me? That everything…everything…you do is because of me?”

Your eyes roll back, either from annoyance or pleasure. But it’s blissful, this feeling. This hard fuck, this angry connection.

And yet, this infuriating man is oddly tender with you. Holding you close and helping you find your release, despite the way he goads you.

“Do you, Tink?” he asks again. “Do you want Lucas to see? Want them all to fucking see what you do to me?”

His nails are scraping down your ribcage, pulling you taut against his chest as he drives his cock as deep as it’ll go. Hips meeting your ass as he releases your mouth to hold onto you again, keeping you still.

“Tell me,” he says between deep breaths. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you only cum for me—”

“Har—”

“My greedy little whore. My dirty fucking princess.” His tone is angry. Dissolving into something feral as he begins to pound into you with a harder force. Nearly knocking the wind from your lungs. “Not his. Mine. Always mine—”

“Yours,” you repeat between soft whines. “Yours, Harry, you know that—”

“Yeah?” He holds you tighter, allowing you no room to squirm as he nears his release. His pace becomes faster and sloppier the closer he gets. Allowing your warmth to soak him, draw him in. Using you as nothing more than a toy. A means to his end. “Then prove it.”

Even without much extra stimulation, you can feel yourself getting closer to the brink. Harry has always had this innate ability to get you there without much more than a few pumps of his cock. Perhaps it’s his size or his technique. The way he knows exactly where to thrust in order to hit the right spot and make you see stars.

And maybe there’s a part of you – albeit small – that enjoys the idea of being good for him. Of coming on his cock (or his tongue or his fingers) just so he can watch. So he can feel what he does to you.

Maybe…you just want to be good for him. At least in moments like this. To know that you’ve earned his approval, his praise. That such a brilliant man has devoted his time and attention and body just to you.

That you’re worthy of his time.

Worthy of him.

It’s almost degrading to think about and yet…it makes you clench. Pussy clamping down on his beautifully thick cock until he groans and nuzzles his nose against your neck.

“Shit,” he hisses, rhythm stuttering as a shot of pleasure rolls through him. “Tink, if you’re gonna do that, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good,” you answer instantaneously. “Want you to. Need you to, Daddy, please—”

“No,” he huffs, and he stills for only a moment as if attempting to refrain from falling apart. “No, need you to cum first. Daddy needs to feel you cum first, okay? Come on, baby, gotta give it to me—”

You mewl helplessly, drowning out the rest of his instruction. You’re close, and you know it won’t be much longer until it overwhelms you.

And there’s some part of you that feels…disappointed. Saddened by the idea of things going back to how they normally are. That he’ll take himself from you – take his cock from you – and return to the maddening man you can hardly tolerate.

Maybe subconsciously, you try to hold off. Keep your orgasm at bay so you can keep him just a little longer. So you can appreciate the caring man behind you and the way he’s so desperate to put you first.

He’s quite wonderful when he’s not being an ass.

“Tink,” he grunts, hand moving up toward your jaw. You feel his palm press to your throat, and you swallow thickly against his skin. “Baby, I want you to cum. Wanna feel you. What do you need? Hm? Wanna play with your pretty button for me?”

You nod pitifully and allow your own fingers to move down toward your cunt. It’s wet and achy and swollen so much it almost hurts to touch. But you release a strained breath, nevertheless, appreciating the sting of overstimulation as you writhe in his hold.

You can feel your body beginning to overheat the closer you get. Helping warm you up from the October chill still biting at your skin. And the sounds of your friends aren’t far behind. Perhaps looking for you, waiting for you both to exit the maze and continue on with your evening.

But you don’t give a damn about anybody else right now. Just him.

Something you never thought you’d say.

“Getting closer, yeah?” he hums against your ear, fingers tightening around your neck. “I know. Fucking shaking, baby, you’re okay. I got you. Just let it happen, let go.”

There’s something about his voice. About the feel of his glasses against your temple. About the way he makes you feel safe and secure. The way he effortlessly brings you to the edge and promises to catch you when you fall.

You know he hates you. And yet you also know that despite this loathing you share, you’re still his priority. That he’ll put your pleasure first, no matter what. That he wants to be good.

“Har,” you whimper through a high-pitched whine. “Shit, please—”

“You close? Gonna give it to me? Make Daddy happy?”

The reminder of the nickname makes you moan, a bit softer than before, but still rather lewd. And Harry tsks from behind you, once again sliding his palm up to your mouth.

“Dirty fucking princess,” he grits before he’s suddenly slamming himself into you. “Can’t ever do what she’s told, hm? Just loves to disobey me. Wants to get caught. Wants to be my greedy little girl—”

My greedy little girl.

That’s what does it for you. His possession, his mark, his claim. Reducing you to nothing more than this thing he uses for his pleasure. An object to be had.

In any other moment, you’d chastise him for it.

Right now, it’s everything you need to hear.

You cum on his cock without much choice. Pleasure unfurling like the petals of a flower in spring. For a moment, the overpowering sensation is all you can comprehend. Just ecstasy, a weightless euphoria. Lifting you up and dropping you back down.

He curses when he feels it, offering you quick murmurs of praise before he’s grabbing onto your hips with both hands and yanking you back. Using this leverage to drive his cock in in sharp thrusts before he’s following. Releasing himself into you with a groan as you gasp and grab onto one of the beams for support.

Thirty seconds pass of heavy breathing and lingering whimpers before you both fall quiet, chests heaving and legs still shaking.

He doesn’t pull out for at least a moment or two, merely holding onto your waist as he works to gather himself together.

“Shit,” he finally whispers, and you feel the subtle stroking of his thumb against your tender skin. Right over the bruises you’re sure to find tomorrow. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum weakly, nodding once. “Really good, actually.”

“Yeah? Good. You needed it.”

You feel your lips pull back into a smile. “Oh, did I?”

“You really did.”

“Right. Even though you’re the one that fucks me every time you see me.”

You hear him scoff as he finally – and slowly – pulls out. Allowing your muscles to unwind as you release a deep breath. “I’m doing you a favor,” is his reply. And it’s laced with a condescension and haughtiness that you know all too well.

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

“Yes.” He tucks himself back into his briefs before crouching down to reach for your jeans. Pulling them back up your legs with a strange amount of care, despite his snarky attitude. “I do a lot of favors for you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You turn around while he steps back and readjusts his glasses. “Was getting us lost one of those favors?”

A strange, almost sadistic kind of grin begins to stretch across his face. “Maybe.”

You hesitate. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs once before backing out of the lookout as you rezip your jeans. “It means…maybe I knew this was the wrong way.”

“…I’m sorry?”

His hands shove into his pockets while his sly smile seems to mirror his satisfaction. “I just figured it wouldn’t hurt to do some…exploring.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you nearly gasp, striding after him so you can swat your hand across his chest. “Are you fucking serious? You got us lost on purpose?”

“We were never lost, Tinkerbell. I knew exactly where we were."

"Yeah? And where are we?"

"Taking a detour."

“I cannot believe you,” you murmur, staring at him rather incredulously. “God, you are so fucking horny, it’s insane.”

“Oh, relax,” he snorts. “I didn’t take you back here to fuck you. I just thought you’d wanna see the top of the maze.”

“And you couldn’t have just asked?”

“Would you have agreed?”

You consider this. “…all right, maybe not. But you’re still a fucking ass.”

“Yeah,” he agrees coyly. “I know.”

You keep your stern glare, but your grin is playful. “Whatever. Does this mean you know the way out?”

“I do,” he says. “There’s a shortcut. Cassie and I used to cheat and use it all the time.”

The revelation of her name makes your breath catch. You hadn’t expected him to reveal something so personal, and there’s a part of you that isn’t quite sure what to do with it.

You can tell he hasn’t realized his slip, because he’s still smiling at you like he’s waiting for you to get the joke. To laugh with him.

But there’s something else in his eye – something beautiful and reminiscent. Excited. Like the mere mention of her name has calmed him. Reminded him of a better time. A happier place.

Reminded him of someone who isn’t you.

“I see,” you manage, choking the words out as you glance toward the dirt beneath your sneakers. Avoiding his eye. “Well…great. Get me the hell out of here, please.”

He studies you for a moment. You can feel his eyes boring into your profile, as though attempting to work out just what changed in your demeanor.

Then, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and says, “Yeah. This way.”

With that, he maneuvers back through the large stocks of corn and leads you through the intricate labyrinth. Weaving his way along the path and bypassing each checkpoint with ease, almost as if he’s done this a hundred times.

You imagine he has.

You reach the exit in only a few minutes, and relief washes over you as you catch sight of your car in the distance. Your means of escape and your excuse to leave him behind.

“Thank God,” you mumble as you both slip out from the corn and back into the light. “That was…excruciating.”

“Oh, was it?” he teases. “Really? All of it?”

“Yes, all of it,” you snort, but you feel rather amused as you glance over his expression. “Let’s never get stuck in a corn maze together again, agreed?”

“Agreed,” he replies, but there’s a certain playful glimmer in his eye. “We can just fuck the old-fashioned way. In your car.”

“Gee, great.”

You both fall silent as your quippy remarks die down. Looking at each other like you’re waiting for someone to break the spell. To return you both to your anger and your rivalry. To poke fun at the few moments of intimacy and understanding you shared and release you from this strange yearning.

You decide to be the first, clearing your throat as quietly as you can while reaching for the collar of the hoodie to slip it off. “Uh, well…thanks again. For letting me borrow this.”

He blinks, momentarily puzzled – or perhaps…disappointed? – as he watches you pull it from your body. “Yeah. No problem. Just bring a fucking coat next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, remember?” you retort, tossing it over.

He catches it with one hand, and smiles. “Right. And thank God for that.”

“Exactly.”

Another lull, the two of you continuing to stand in the dimly lit parking lot as you wait for him to say goodbye.

And suddenly, you realize…you don’t want to go. You don’t want to say goodbye. That you feel…safer when he’s around. More relaxed and at ease. Even when you’re griping with him or resisting the urge to put his head through a wall, he’s still…comforting. A forceful and reassuring presence that you otherwise feel lost without.

Because you remember who he was before…Cassie. You remember his kindness and his ability to make you laugh.

And you know that he’s still that person. He’s still trying to take care of the people he feels closest to, even when he doesn’t mean to. Even when he doesn’t realize.

You know why he pushed you away. You know why he’s created such a vast, unyielding distance. And you can’t exactly blame him.

But the version of him that automatically thinks to care for you…that’s the version you’re drawn to. That’s the version you don’t want to say goodbye to.

“What?” he asks, grinning again as his head cocks. Seeming to notice the shift in your expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You hesitate, lashes fluttering as you work out a response. Wondering just how much you can share…and how much of it is real. “Nothing, I…this was just…”

He waits, brow raised.

Your lips clamp. “Nothing. I’m just thinking about all the fucking work I have to do when I go in tomorrow, thanks to you.”

And you can see he’s unconvinced, eyes flicking between yours as if looking for the real answer. But he waits a beat before his smile fades and he asks, “Why did you really come tonight?”

A bit caught off-guard by the question, you blink. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you could have partnered with anyone else. If you really wanted,” he explains, slowly stepping closer. Forcing a hitch in your throat. “Could have left me behind. Gone ahead. But you didn’t. Why?”

And there it is. That hint – that almost undetectable trace – of vulnerability behind the usual arrogance. He’s giving you the chance, offering you an opportunity for truth.

And maybe you want to take it. Maybe you want to confess and unburden yourself of this weight that’s settled on your shoulders.

The truth teases the tip of your tongue, laden with consequences.

But just before you can offer him the real answer, there’s a distant laugh from one of the groups back in the maze. Interrupting the moment and stealing what little courage you had left.

Your lashes flutter quickly as if shaking yourself from a daze, and you step back. Forcing distance between your bodies in an attempt to find clarity.

Harry watches you go, expression hard and etched with frustration, while you swallow thickly and spin on your heel.

He doesn’t call after you as you race to your car. Doesn’t insist on an answer or try to make you stay.

He merely stands there beneath the warm hue of the streetlamp, allowing you to run away, and disappear into your car before fleeing the scene.

Leaving him behind.

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princessbrunette · 12 days

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he always promised to take you on more dates when he got out of jail, and jj was a man of his word.

a gross, seedy dive bar on the outskirts of town wasn’t exactly what you had in mind — but jj was all over it. he was said to have been locked up with a couple of the guys that work there now, and would be able to score the two of you a couple of free drinks, and that was enough to convince you. plus, you didn’t really care where you went with jj — you were just happy to be able to spend time with him again.

“look, if my probation officer has no problem with me bein’ here, it’s clearly safe. you got nothin’ to worry about — i know these guys.” jj grins reassuringly, noticing your unsure expression as he opens the door to his truck for you. “now would i bring you somewhere if i wasn’t one thousand percent sure you’d be alright? no. that would be like, neglecting my duty of care for my girlfriend. just wasn’t raised that way, mama.” you raise an eyebrow as he loops an arm around your waist, walking you towards the door — internally questioning what he meant considering he practically wasn’t raised by anyone.

there’s a chorus of his name when he walks in and you shy to his side, clinging to his arm. he meets and greets, before the attention is turned to you, smiling bashfully through the ‘and this must be the famous girlfriend. you know we thought maybank was lyin’ about you.’ along with all the usual banter.

the real fun doesn’t start for a few hours. the place has cleared out a little, and you’re a couple of drinks in, feeling a lot more loose and comfortable. your boyfriend nurses the same beer he’s had for a while now, making a conscious effort not to go over the legal driving limit because he could not afford to get sent back into the slammer over something so dumb. for entertainment, the two of you are stationed at a pool table in some dimly lit corner, feeling your body get hotter just at the blonde explaining the rules of the game.

“you wanna hit this ball with this ball, n’get it into this hole. i already know you’re gonna be a pro at this, okay — i have full faith in you.” he chuckles, because you both know it’s likely not to be true. he passes you the cue stick, giving your ass a little pat in gesture to position yourself. “bend over the table a lil’ f’me.” he instructs, eyeing the table before smirking at his own double entendre. “i know y’know how to do that, atleast.”

you bite your lip, containing your growing excitement — but can’t help yourself from making a real show of it, lining up your stick with the ball and really laying your body on the table to have your ass practically stuck in the air. whilst you’ve been tugging your mini skirt down all night, you finally just let it ride up to the bottom crescent of your ass cheeks. the cherry on top was the way you glance over your shoulder, pouting your glossy lips.

“like this, jayj?”

he’s glancing around the room for any watchers before cementing his vision to the sight of your panties peeking from beneath your skirt. “yeah, yeah just like that actually.” he’s distracted, and shakes himself out of it to lean over you and adjust your hand placement on the stick. “there y’go, atta girl. like i said, total pro.” he praises and to retaliate, you press your ass into his crotch making him clear his throat. “dont start sumn’ you can’t finish, lil girl.” he chides teasingly, as he backs up a little, eyeing you — but you can tell he’s getting wound up.

“not doin’ anything.” you smile impishly, practically waving your lace panties at him as your skirt rides up even more. he steps closer protectively, looking around as he scratches beneath his nose — making sure no one else can get a peek.

“nah? well in that case, don’t mind if i do…” his eyes are flitting round still cautiously as a hand slips between you, skilfully forcing your panties aside and sliding his fingers through your glossy folds. he smirks, brows jumping up and his tongue poking out to fiddle with the corner of his mouth. “oh? wha’s got you so excited mama? i dunno you must really like playin’ pool. you’re soaked.” he teases, licking his lips and leaning down to speak to you a little quieter. you pretend to continue lining up your shot, but your hands get shaky and you can’t keep the cue stick still.

“just happy to have my man back.” you admit sweetly which is the final straw for him. he pulls your skirt back down and steps away, making a real show of licking the residue of his fingers.

“right, right — y’know i hear the bathrooms here are like, super spacious. we should pro’lly go check it out, right? see what all the hype’s about.” he nods casually, helping you stand up straight.

“but jj, what about our game of pool?” you pout theatrically knowing you don’t really care. he turns to you, cornering you against the table.

“well i mean, i’m suggesting the bathroom out of respect. trust me, i got no issue gettin’ all in those guts right here on the table infront’a everyone. s’your call, babydoll.” he thumbs at your chin and your lashes flutter as an immediate response, feeling your mind go to mush.

“uhm… bathroom.” you agree shyly and he nods with a simple smile, patting your cheek.

“tha’s the spirit cupcake. that pool table ain’t goin’ anywhere.” jj commends, leading you by the lower back to the glowing bathroom sign on the wall.

#heard you guys missed criminal jj #jj maybank prompt #criminal!jj #sakuragifs has the best gifs

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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Day Three: Karl Heisenberg + Violent Night

The movie you want to watch is rather fitting for your partner. You drag Karl to the makeshift living space. The TV is old, but that doesn't mean that Karl hasn't tried to update it.

'Just because everyone else wants to be stuck in the past doesn't mean I wanna be.' Karl had muttered as he tinkered with the metal box.

"Are you sure it comes out tonight? I've got a lot of work to get to Buttercup." Kalr asks; you roll your eyes. You're pretty sure of it. "It played on the radio a few days ago that it would be out before Christmas." You answer Karl. "And all of this is necessary?" He asks, waving his hand around to the decorations filling the room with light and life.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Of course, it's all "necessary" Karl." You say, making air quotes out of your fingers. Karl sighs. "Fine, but the popcorn is all mine," Kalr says, taking the large bowl from the table and placing it in his lap. Large hand dipping into the bowl, grabbing kernels of popped corn.

The static on the TV screens blurs out, and the movie starts quickly. You curl into Karl's side, his eminence heat. Seaping from his skin through clothes to wrap itself around me like a heat blanket.

The mountains behind the factory keep the cold wrapped around us, though Karl says that keeps the super-sized bitch and her kids away. Regardless, Karl seems to be genuinely calm and even relaxed in the movie that plays on the screen. Your original plan had been to watch the movie alongside your boyfriend, but the longer you sit there with him. The longer your eyes drift over to Karl's face.

Gray hair litter his beard and mustache. A sharp nose that you want to reach out and boop half the time. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, making his face more evident. His sunglasses were tossed off to the side table along with his worn-out hat.

Gloves sitting on top of them. It makes you jolt when Karl laughs at a line or two in the movie. Karl's right arm is wrapped around your shoulder, as he always does, keeping you tucked to his side.

Moments later, the light flickers as Karl burns the end of one of his cigars. The smoke filters into the air, making you feel at home. Karl smokes his cigar and laughs at a few lines for the rest of the movie.

Karl looks over at you, "What's wrong, buttercup?" He asks, his voice thick and smooth. "Nothin'." You mutter softly before returning your attention to the movie for which you have no idea what's happening. "Are you sure? Cause staring is rude, you know." Karl grunts out, with a chuckle rattling the both of you. You roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn with the embarrassment of being caught.

By the movie's end, you've seen not enough to even understand what's happened. On the other hand, Karl is impressed by the film; he's always been a Western guy. Loving the gun-slinging cowboy. The violence usually follows them around on their horses' backs, but you can guess the violence in this movie is enough for Karl to enjoy it.

"Good pick, love," Karl mutters, stubbing his cigar into the ashtray. You wish you could stay like this forever, in the warmth of your boyfriend, in a fantasy world that doesn't exist outside the factory's walls. "I'm glad you liked it." You say as you try to snuggle further into Karl's side. "We should do this more often." He comments, letting you practically climb into his lap.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 12/03/23

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emjiroki · 1 year

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Rodeo with country Kiri headcanons

Timeline disclosure: you've been dating for about 6-8 months now

This might have gotten away from me a little bit... I'm in love with him okay? Just fluffyness and maybe a little crude language from bronco busting Katsuki

♡~ Flat out shocked you hadn't ever been to the rodeo before (or maybe only once or twice) and insists on taking you when it was in town the next week, happily chattering about the events and all the food and games when you agree to go with him

♡~ His face might have split if he grinned any bigger day of when he sees you in your jeans and the boots he had bought for you. "Can't let my girl go to the dusty rodeo without boots" he had commented the weekend before when he was on his knee helping you squeeze and maneuver your foot in the leather boot (if you've ever worn cowboy boots before it can be a pain getting them on with the comfortable socks you need to break them in)

♡~ Talks about how his friend Katsuki is participating in the bronco busting event this year after helping him win this particularly feisty stallion at auction, he's excited to see him win again for the seventh year in a row

♡~ You get excited when he takes you to the livestock pens to see all the cows and horses; getting to the end part where they have goats and ponies and even a couple of Llamas to feed the little pellet treats. He laughs at the piglets as they run around and slide down the little metal slide they have and comments how he wants to get a couple of pigs because they're just so darn cute

♡~ Only a few minutes before the main barrel racing event starts you and him are loading up with snacks from the vendors outside the stadium. Soft pretzels, corn dogs, jumbo lemonades, and a funnel cake you guys couldn't pass on. His hands are full as you make you way up the stadium bleacher seats, Eijiro will only let you carry the lemonades and nothing else.

♡~ He's so happy to answer any questions you have; pointing out different aspects of the events and telling you what he knows about the reaccuring riders. Just happy to listen to you and watch you get so excited.

♡~ You both almost shout your voices raw when Katsuki enters the arena (who cares if you hadn't met him quite yet) he makes it 7.8 seconds on the bucking stallion before getting thrown, rolling up onto his feet and racing for the barrier walls while the attendants rangle the horse back into the starting pin. Kirishima asks if you'd be okay skipping the next couple of events so he could go check on Katsuki and make sure he was alright. Of course you say yes and take his hand as he leads you back down the stadium stairs to the back area

♡~ Katsuki is being looked over by the standby paramedics even though he's putting up a fuss. Snapping that he's just fine and to leave him alone, which they do after a minute of his arguing. He washes the blood from his busted lip out of his mouth with a quick spit of water as Kirishima is introducing you, his calloused hand shaking yours gruffly. He waves you off when you ask him if he's alright, nearly biting Kiri when he pokes the bruise blooming across his shoulder. "'m fine, nothin' to worry over. So you're the girl Red's been talkin' my ear off about for the last few months".

♡~ After talking for a few more minutes and making Katuski laugh, Kirishima tells you that that's pretty rare, he asks if "Red" had told you anything about his own rodeo career. "No! Kiri how could you not tell me anything?". Eijiro is blushing a dusty red across his nose, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh darlin' there's not really much to tell honestly, broke my collarbone in two places and thats pretty much all she wrote". "Ha! Like hell Red! Told me ya wanted to-" "Katsuki leave it" "wanted to what Eijiro?" You ask, Kiri blushing again with a heavy sigh. "He wanted to quit so he could work on having a family, family and the rodeo don't mix well, especially with the injuries" Katsuki explains taking another drink from his water bottle. "Well we gotta go Kat, be careful see ya later" Eijiro says quickly, taking your hand and practically dragging you away back out to the main area where the vendors are.

♡~ Kirishima apologizes if Katsuki made anything weird, smiling nervously and saying it really was for focusing on his animals and building up his ranch. The rodeo took all of his spare time and he didn't wanna live in a horse trailer forever. He seems surprised when you ask him what event he had been apart of to break his collarbone. "Bull Ridin'. It's a dangerous chance game and the minute I ate dirt I knew my time had run out," He explained as you both strolled through he vendors again on your way to the parking lot, "plus I liked taking care of the bottle babies more than ridin' the bulls anyway". "So the whole starting a family thing wasn't a factor for you?" You asked teasingly as his cheeks flamed again, his ruby eyes looking down to his boots as he gripped your hand a bit tighter. "Actually that part is true... Katsuki’s right, mixin' a family and the rodeo is no life to have. I wanted to enjoy my time while I had it instead of a big ass beast stepping on my neck or somethin some day".

♡~ Butterflies start swarming in his stomach when you tell you understand, you wouldn't want to put having a family in jeopardy either. "So... you want kids someday?" He asks, trying to be nonchalant as his hands sweat alittle. "Of course, not right now or anything but if I'm with the right guy I think I'd give him as many as he wanted". A soft, loving chuckle escapes him as you nudged his arm, happiness blooming in his heart as he looks down at you leaning against his truck, the sunset casting you both in vibrant orange light. "Well I guess your mr.right's gotta put a ring on your pretty finger first huh?". "Is that a proposal mr.right?" You ask with a smile. He shakes his head kissing the tip of your nose as he wraps his arms around you. "Not yet, I wanna give you everythin' in the world little lady, and a big fat diamond is first on my list"

#country boy eijiro #eijiro kirishima #rodeo headcanons #this will be reblogged a couple of times #em x eijiro ♡#em talks 👄#em writes ✍

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moqi2004 · 3 months

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uhmmM UHMMM CORN YAOI MARRIAGE BANTER MAYBE? FIC WHERE THEY ARE HAPPY AND MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER..........

Anon to let you know I saw you ask this literally like four minutes after the post went up, I was beyond amazed. Ask speedrun award goes to this person.

Also sorry I made your happy happy fic hurt/comfort I couldn't help myself...

Marriage Banter

Words: 913

cross-posted on Ao3

tags: hurt/comfort, wedding anniversary, lazy mornings, breakfast in bed, self-doubt, fluff, Dalv being kinda traumatised but he's doing his best, hugs and kisses, no beta.

Summary: Dalv overthinks about his past. His husband unknowingly cheers him up with a little surprise on a special day.

Fic under the cut :) enjoy

Dalv never expected this would be him. That life could be kind to him. He had spent an entire year hiding… Not of the unknown, mind you - the unknown was his only friend back then. No, it was the known that was truly scary. What he’d seen with his own eyes, felt within his own chest, tasted within his fearful breaths. The sound of her cries… He couldn’t deal with that life, where he could be hurt all over again. No, hiding was safer. His cornfield was there, his projects. Pops and Broom were his only friends… Sure, Penilla and Decibat were kind to him, but that was it.

Then Clover showed up. Clover, who reached out their hand even when Dalv attacked them. Clover, who showed them he couldn’t predict the world by hiding. Clover, who made time to visit him in Snowdin. Clover, who he never got a chance to say goodbye to…

No. Dalv’s eyelids fluttered open. Now was not the time for that. Not today.

He rolled over to his side, only to find the bed empty. Where… Where was his husband? This wasn’t the first time Dalv had woken up alone, but usually he knew about it beforehand. He knew that they would be spending the day together, and yet his absence only made him paranoid… Dalv shook his head. Not. Today. No getting in his own head! Everything would be okay. Everything is-

Dalv snapped to attention. The door creaked open, just a notch. For a few seconds, there was nothing… From the gap in the door, Dalv could see something. He squinted, focusing as hard as he could, and yet he couldn’t make it out. It was then that, higher up from the object, something yellow moved to peek through the crevice. An eye was staring at him, the white shining from the glasses protecting them. He noticed it widen, which made Dalv lift a hand up to suppress his laughter.

“Dal, yer not supposed to be awake! Goshdarn it…”

Dalv couldn’t hold it in, his face scrunching as he giggled. The door fully opened itself to reveal his husband, dressed in casual teal sweatpants and a black shirt with a sleeping horse on it reading “ride off into dreamland”. Dalv recalled that Starlo’s posse got that shirt for him. Dalv then realised what the object he couldn’t describe was: the corner of a tray. It was now fully in view, holding two steaming breakfast plates. On it was some sausages, hash browns, and-

“Corn?” Dalv tilted his head slightly, a fond smile forming on his face.

“‘Course!” Starlo smirked proudly, “straight from my parent’s farm! Only the best fer you.”

Starlo walked next to Dalv and carefully placed the tray in his lap, the fresh corn smell causing Dalv’s mouth to water. Starlo leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Dalv’s cheek before moving to his side of the bed, sliding in next to his husband and reaching over for his own plate of food.

“Mmmm, this is so good,” Dalv munched contently, “your cooking is getting better and better by the day.”

“I hope so,” Starlo sighed, “can’t have Martlet fixin’ the stove again…”

“Or Ceroba scolding you,” Dalv smiled.

“Angel above, especially not that…”

“Oh, uh, and about that entrance?”

“It was suppos’ta be a surprise!” Starlo moved his hand to rest between the points on his head, “nothin’ much, mind you, but just a lil’ somethin fer-”

Dalv watched, amused, as Starlo’s face flushed a deep red. Starlo collected himself with a deep breath, a tell Dalv had learnt over the last year of their marriage and their time dating before that. Starlo quickly flipped to his North Star persona, leaning towards Dalv with a wink.

“A lil’ somethin for the most charmin vampire in the Wild East.”

Dalv felt his own cheeks warm at the corny attempt at flirting. Even after Starlo grew more confident to be himself around Dalv, he still couldn’t deny being charmed by both sides of his husband - the confident sheriff and the dorky farmboy. Starlo then leaned forwards to press a light peck to Dalv’s lips. The contact was fleeting and brief, yet it hit Dalv square in his soul. He turned away, beet red, noticing Starlo do the same out of the corner of his eye. Dalv melted completely at the sight.

The two of them soon recovered from their lovestruck thoughts and enjoyed their lazy morning breakfast, Starlo chatting constantly between mouthfulls.

“So, I’ve got tha whole day planned out,” he gave Dalv finger guns, “first, this. Then imma give you my gift; thought I’d tell ya instead of makin’ it a surprise. Then we’ll head on down to Snowdin for a lunch break, cause I know ya love the food they’ve got over at the Honeydew Resort. After that, we come back here and celebrate a lil bit with Ceroba, Martlet, and my posse. And finally, there’s nothin planned for the evenin’! Just, uh, potentially cowboy movies and cuddlin..? I didn’t wanna do anything too crazy since I know yer prefer time to recharge and-”

“It sounds perfect, Star,” Dalv leant against Starlo’s shoulder, content.

Dalv mentally thanked Clover for allowing him this chance. For the opportunity to make friends, to take steps he never thought possible. Without meeting Clover, Dalv would have never met Starlo.

“Happy Anniversary, Dal,” Starlo wrapped his arms around Dalv’s smaller frame, “love ya’.”

“Love you too.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Promptober: Day Twenty Nine

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 714 words.

You didn’t know you were going to the county fair until Steve picked you up from work that evening, an extra sweater of his on the passenger seat and an excited smile on his face.

“Babe, it’s freezing,” you told him mildly, already shedding your coat to pull the sweater on underneath. It smelled like the boy, like mint and the forest and something that reminded you of home. “You hate the cold.”

Steve shrugged, pulled out of the mall parking lot and headed towards the park. “But you love the fair,” he’d reasoned.

And that was that.

He promised you a dinner of corn dogs and funnel cake, sticky cotton candy and a caramel apple to share. He already had a hat on, dark navy with a bobble on the top that wiggled when he spoke, that pushed his messy hair out around his eyes and you were hopeless with the way you stared at him.

“What?” He’d asked you as he opened your door for you, hand extended, gloves meeting, touch softened by wool. “What’s wrong?”

Steve blinked and you grinned, pushing up on your toes to finally greet him properly, a kiss that was as sweet as the smell in the air, buttered popcorn and cinnamon, fresh doughnuts and pumpkin pie.

“Nothin’,” you told him as you pulled away, “you’re just really cute.”

The boy turned pink at your words, five years together and still soft for you, cheeks flushed and smile shy as he rolled his eyes and tried to feign annoyance. He tugged at your hand, led you across the leaf strewn parking lot.

“C’mon, pretty thing,” his voice was impossibly soft, honey and sugar, just for you. “I’ve gotta win you some sort of stuffed animal.”

You laughed, everything about the night bright and crisp, the park lit up with string lights that were hooked around tree branches, across stall awnings. The Ferris wheel blinked red and yellow, the candy stand flashing pink and violet.

“A big one?” You hummed, teasing, letting go of Steve’s fingers only to needle your arm through his, your hand pushed into the depths of his pocket.

“So big it won’t even fit in the damn car,” he promised.

“You talk a good game, Harrington. I’m holding you to that.”

The boy grinned, stopped you in your tracks to kiss you in the middle of the crowd, the night sky black above, the fair a mass of colours and smells, everything so much sharper in the cold, October air. His kiss warmed you, hands pushed into each other’s pockets, chilly noses pushed to pink cheeks and you could feel Steve’s smile, could taste it.

He hummed, content, happy. His eyes were still closed as he spoke, lashes blinking across your own, nose bumping against yours.

“What do I get if I win, huh?” His voice was low, familiar, stirring the heat in your tummy that his kiss had started.

You could’ve told him a hug, a chance to pick the movie later on before bed and you knew the boy would’ve been just as pleased. But you felt playful, the jingles and sounds of music and laughter lifting your spirits, the same ones that eight hours at work had dampened.

But then Steve came, Steve fixed it.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” you murmured, lips brushing his, once, twice. “Could do that thing you like.”

You laughed when he choked, his breath hitching and catching in his throat at your implication and Steve’s cheeks were rosy as he thought about your lips and your tongue and the sounds you could pull from him.

His fingers hooked into your coat pockets, lips twisted as he tried to hide his grin and his bobble hat wiggled as he shook his head at you. “You’re a fucking menace,” he whispered.

“The big prizes are at the stall by the pond,” you simply answered, grinning wide. You could see your breath in the air, a huff of smoke that floated to the moon above. “C’mon, hot shot.”

The boy merely grinned wide, eyes bright and full of promise, ‘cause he was still thinking about you and damn mouth. He let you tug him across the grass, a little dazed, happy to follow you anywhere.

“Yes ma’am.”

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angry-trashcan · 9 months

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Snakes and Waterfalls

The cowboy AU has arrived.

Warnings: None

1.6K WC

(Read on AO3)

“Do ya think it’ll be a hard winter?”

“I don’t reckon it’ll be any worse than the last.”

“We can only hope for that.” The soft patter of horseshoes over the earth filled the silence between the two men.

“I do reckon your Ma is gonna be havin’ a fit over us gettin’ back so late.” The older man leaned over and nudged the other, getting a laugh out of him.

“Now, there ain’t much I’m scared of. But Ma’s spoon is one of ‘em.” Twilight answered, looking ahead to the house in the distance.

“Then let’s hurry before she feeds us both to the pigs.” Time kicked his spurs in, hurrying Epona onto the farmhouse.

The sun was low on the horizon, fireflies dancing in the tall grass near the barn when they arrived home. They dismounted and untacked the horses before assuring there was plenty of hay in the stables for them for the night. It was a fairly long distance back to the main house, but they put a pep in their step to get there before the sun was completely below the far-off horizon. Time opened the door, calling out that they were home as he kicked off his boots near the door.

“And y’all are late for dinner!” Malon called from the kitchen, “Ever’one else is already eatin’! Come and sit and I’ll get some plates.” She continued to mumble under her breath as Time and Twilight shared a look and hurried to the full table.

Time took his seat at the head of the table quickly, Twilight sat next to him. Malon set plates in front of them both, overflowing with hot food. As she began to turn away, Time grabbed her hand, pulling her down to him. “I’m sorry we’re late, darlin’. Deliveries ran longer than we planned.” He planted a quick kiss to her cheek before letting her stand again.

She huffed, “It’s always the same excuse with you boys. Deliveries ran late, business took too long.” She took her seat across from Twilight before looking down the table at the near quiet men. “I’m sorry y’all had to hear all that. It’s none of y’alls business and I shouldn’t have made it so. I’ll deal with my son and husband later. Eat up before it gets too cold, now.”

An awkward cough came from the other end of the table, “It’s no trouble, Mrs. Malon, really.” Hyrule smiled too her before continuing his food.

Wild nudged Twilight from next to him. “How’d Epona do today? It’s her first time goin’ out since she had that fall.”

Twilight shrugged, “She did aight. I didn’t wanna push her too hard. Another reason we were gone so long today.”

Wild nodded, shoveling more corn into his mouth. “What ‘bout you, old man?” Food fell out of his mouth as he spoke, “You think you can take me with ya next time you’re doin’ deliveries? I got business in town.”

Warriors scoffed from across the table, “What could you possibly have business in town doin’?”

“I do have a life outside of here, ya know?”

“I doubt that one, bud.” Wind pipped up from next to Warriors. The bickering kept up between the rowdy bunch until the plates were empty and bellies were full. Legend and Wild stood and collected the plates from the table and placed them in the wash bin.

“Thank you again for having us for dinner, Mrs. Malon. It’s a pleasure as always.” Hyrule thanked her as he pulled on his boots.

“Oh, nonsense. I can’t have y’all not eatin’ properly. Then nothin’ would get done ‘round here!” Malon clapped her hand on the young man's back, sending him stumbling slightly.

Legend laughed from behind him, “We’ll see you all at sun up.” He called as he closed the door behind him.

Malon’s smile fell as soon as the door closed, turning to face her husband and son still at the table.

“So, not only do you two show up late.”

“Mal-“

“I’m not finished.” She put her hand up. “But then ya make the ranch hands clean up dinner?” She looked between the two men. Twilight was looking down at the table and Time anywhere but her.

“I’ll take care of the dishes, Ma.” Twilight stood, his chair dragging across the wooden floor and making his way to the wash bin.

“And you?” Malon’s eyes drove daggers into Time’s face.

“I’ll give the boys half the day off tomorrow. I’ll deal with the rest of their chores.” Time spoke up.

“And their pay?” Her arms crossed, tapping her foot.

“We can still pay them for a whole day’s work. Ain’t their fault.”

“Damn straight it ain’t.” She nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. “Now, don’t be late comin’ to bed too.” Though her voice still held an edge, he could have sworn he saw a smile on her lips as she turned towards the stairs.

He shook his head, laughing to himself before standing. “You did good today, pup. I’ll see you in the morn.” He put a hand on Twilight’s shoulder before making his way up the stairs himself.

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“Howdy, boys. Hope you all slept well.” Time clapped a hand around Wild onto his shoulder as he overlooked the stables.

“Glad to see you still breathin’ old man!” Warriors laughed from the other side of the stables, shoveling the floor clean.

Time laughed lightly, “I think if anyone could do me in, it’d be her.”

“Well, ain’t that the truth.” Wild laughed. “The smith is gonna be stoppin’ by sometime this morn to check horseshoes and get us some new ones.”

Time nodded, letting Wild go so he could take a bag of feed from a struggling Wind. “That’s good to hear. Some of them are startin’ to need a new set. Make sure y’all get your own horses checked. I’ll foot the bill.”

Hyrule and Sky shared a look. “You sure ‘bout that, Time? Covering everyone is gonna be expensive.” Sky spoke up.

“I wouldn’t of offered if I didn’t mean it, son. Your horses go through a lot of work here, probably more than you lot do.” A few chuckles rang out, “So it’s good to be sure they stay healthy.”

“Dad! The smith is comin’ down the drive!” Twilight shouted from the house.

“Well, speak of the devil.” Warriors says, burring his pitchfork into a bundle of hay.

“One more thing before we get started with that. The sooner we get done with the smith, the sooner you boys are done for the day. So, I’d get a move on if I were you.” As soon as the words were out of Time’s mouth Wind was taking off towards the smith.

“Good thing Four is a damn good blacksmith. Because I don’t plan on being out here until sundown.” Legend says as they all make their way towards the man.

“Didn’t know I needed a whole damn welcomin’ crew! But since I got one, y’all can help carry this all up for me.” Four dropped heavy bags to the ground from his horse. The sound of metal-on-metal rattling inside of them. He hopped down off of his mount next, taking his hat from his head and wiping his forehead. “It’s good to see ya, Time. You ain’t been ‘round the last few times I came by.” He shook the taller man’s hand before they began walking back to the stables.

Behind them, the group of men and boys struggled to pick up the bags of metal tools and horseshoes.

“How did he just throw ‘em around one-handed?!” Wild whisper yelled towards Wind.

“Hell, if I know! I cain’t even get one!” The boy whisper yelled back, trying to put his back into lifting a bag.

They eventually got the bags to the stables, where Four was looking over the horses. “Yeah, it looks like these four all need a new set, the rest could just use a few new ones if any.”

Time nodded, “Do whatcha need to, smithy. The boys will help you however ya need.”

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It was true, Four was fast. He got through with the horses in just a few hours. The sun was just reaching the middle of the sky as he carried his bags back to his horse. Malon came out of the house with a small bag of food for him, extending it to him.

“Before ya even try to argue, I knew you wouldn’t stay and eat. But you got no excuse to not take this with ya for later.” She shoved it into his hands before he could get a word out. “Now take care of yourself, Four. You know you’re always welcome here.” She gave him a soft smile before turning back towards the house.

Time shook his head watching the event before he approached Four himself. Four put his food into one of his bags, throwing it over the back of the saddle before turning towards Time. Time extended a bag of rupees towards him, which Four took, stashing it into his chest pocket. He mounted his horse quickly.

“Things are lookin’ up for ya, smithy. Don’t let the past wear ya down.” Time spoke, looking up at the shorter man.

Four’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he adjusted his hat on his head, meeting Time’s eyes. “I plan on goin’ with y’all this winter.”

Time sighed, “I had a feelin’ you’d say that.”

“I have to fix things. We all do.”

“Those kinda thoughts are what get kinder and wiser cowpoke killed.”

Four hissed under his breath, “Inaction is gonna get us all killed, Time.”

Time shook his head. “Seekin’ vengeance is what’s gonna get us killed.”

“It’s all the same to me. I’ll see ya next time, old man.” Four dug his spurs in, getting his horse moving down the long drive toward the road.

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sukis-artchive · 6 months

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@pbmonstaa Happy Halloween! (My drawing tablet broke, so I had to improvise with finger painting😭) I hope you like it!

(I was very happy that you said you liked cute fall outfits it was a lot of fun looking for inspiration!)

There's two versions:

(It might be a bit hard to read, but in the second image the text behind Sun says "Happy Hallo Ween")

I didn't think this was enough, so i wrote you a little mischief/fluff of @castercassette 's cowboy au :3 (1,910 words)

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"Holler 'cause ya don't need us"

"SON OF A GUN!" You holler from the back of a horse. You were in quite the predicament, as this wasn't your horse.

You hoped 'Heaven to Betsy' that this would be the last time you'll be strapped to the back of someone else's horse and dragged around the county. Specifically these guys' horse. As it gallops out of town, you can't help but try to struggle out of the rope.

"Shhh Darlin' this is all in good fun!" The inflection and twang in his voice quickly alerting you of who your abductors were, as if you weren't already sure.

"C'mon Poppet! I thought ya'd wanna spend more time with your bounties!" The other one said smugly.

"Like I'd wanna hang out with some low life, outlaw, shit grinned-" you started rattling off insults, still writhering in your lasso prison.

"Language Sugarcube!" Sun warbled happily. You groaned. Who woulda thought that a feared criminal would draw the line at swearing? These two were truly something else.

Moon finally seemed to notice your fruitless attempts of getting free. Your hands bound behind your back, making this escape essentially impossible. "Don'tcha ever give up hun'?"

Sun then cuts in "We're gonna return ya back to yer post in one piece, don't you worry 'bout a thing."

They had rangled you in a surprise attack, while you were walking in the middle of town. Your own town. You don't believe for second that your return will be anymore respectable, even with the promise of returning unharmed.

"You blitherin' buffoons! Lemme' down! I got a town to take care of!" You argue. Even walking back from this distance on your own two feet would be less embarrassing than them taking you home.

"Aww Sheriff, we just wanted to celebrate Hallows' with ya!" Sun exclaims, lamenting dramatically. Moon takes the reigns as they swap places on the horse. Sun is now infront of you, using his new spot to adjust your hat. He grabs your cheeks with one hand, pulling you in closer. "We'd love to celebrate with our favourite Sheriff! Dont'cha want a bit of a vacation? It's a holiday after all!"

"I'm the only Sheriff! And I dont want nothin' to do with yer 'celebrations'." You don't want to be an accessory to their shenanigans. Especially on Halloween. A night known for tricks and deceit, even among the sweet treats.

"Oh but we had such big plans for it! It's quite rude to not accept an invitation." He hums, finnicking with the ends of the rope. Tying a nice bow, over the knot that kept you restraint.

"Hey- stop that!" You grunt, still trying to get free.

"No-can-do pardner." Moon claimed.

It takes another hour to get to their destination. A deserted farmland filled with corn and hay. Great. Hopefully they don't dump you here to find your way back, after you told them to let you go. You were too busy arguing to pay attention to where you were headed. Though you were grateful that you were no longer getting jostled around. It was quite a bumpy ride, and you were still slightly dizzy at the newfound stillness.

Then you unceremoniously 'get the boot', as sun literally kicks you off the horse. Laughing all the while. Sure it's wasn't a hard kick, only enough force to push you off. But you hit the ground with a thud, and can't help but let out a yelp at the sudden impact. This was going to be a long night, if they keep their antics up.

"Motherfucker" You grumble to yourself.

"Gettup Nightingale. We've got a lot of stuff planned." Moon shouts into the field, proving you were alone. No deputy to save you now.

Sun scoops you up in his arms, and plops you down on your feet. Dusting off your vest, and readjusting your hat again.

"Wouldya just stop already?" You mutter loudly, they turn to stare at you. Moon walks towards you, bending down. Only to pick you up by the spurs of your boots, and dangling you upsidedown. You can't fathom why they find this so enjoyable. Sun snags your hat before it hits the ground, placing it atop his own.

"You better give that back vermin!" You snarl jokingly, there is no bite behind your bark. You knew they were just having some fun. Maybe loosening up would do you some good, you've been very stressed lately.

They seem to pick up on this, deciding to place you down. Nicely this time, and ask "Honeydew, there ain't no 'vermin' in sight?" Moon says cockily.

"I think you might wanna check the barn though!" Sun adds on, with a mischievous grin. Pointing to a rundown barn over the corn stalks. It looked depressing to say the least. Majority of the wood missing from the sides, what was left was discoloured and weathered. It's a miracle this thing is even standing. Definetly infested with some kind of vermin.

"If yer scared of a little rodent, you coulda just told me." You jested, making fun of them for 'running to their lil' ol' sheriff for help'. But you continue to follow, as they lead you towards the dilapidated barn. They seem to have decided wading right through the corn was their best option.... were they planning on getting you lost in the field?

"Where are we goin'?" You query, suspicious of the boys.

They both giggle, before Moon scoffed. "The barn, where else? You ain't the sharpest tool in the shed anymore, aren't ya Sheriff?" Sun continues his laughing fit. Before strangely dashing off, their cackling growing louder.

"What in tarnation-HEY GET BACK HERE! YOU STILL HAVE MY HAT!" You howled, jumping into the thick mass of shucks before you.

Your arms were still bound, yet the rope has loosened significantly. You sprint through the corn chasing their maniacal laughter. This goes on for 15 minutes, until you are surrounded by complete silence. Panting you frantically look around, starting to go in circles. You knew you shouldn't have humoured them!

"Shit" You hiss between gasping breaths.

"Language" a voice behind you sings, you turn to see suns face through the crops. "Aww shucks, you found me. A-maze-ing detective skills Sheriff" He continues laughing at the horrible puns. "You've got me smiling from ear to-" You tense, readying to pounce for your hat.

"AH MOTHERFUC-" "BOO!"

Moon leaps out, causing you to jump. You swear these bastards were going to be the death of you.

"Well well, look who's scared now? Shaking in your boots Sheriff? I thought ya didn't fear 'vermin'?" He drawled. "You look like yer soul has left yer body, just a husk now huh?" Oh not him too! Sun giggles.

"Oh I'm sure stalk-ing wasn't the best idea, we've terrified the mighty protector of Fazed Bear." Sun taunts.

"Stop with the puns ya unruly outlaws!" You fail to swipe your hat back. "Did you get us all lost or was that yer plan all along?"

They look to eachother, neither opting to answer. Instead they pull back some of the corn stalks, and the barn comes into view. You chased them all the way to the other side. These smart sons of bitches.

"Well I'll be darned." You murmured, now that you can see it closer you notice the faint orange light illuminating the inside. You stumbled out of the field, walking into the barn, the boys slinking in behind you.

It's sure not organized. Hay bales and pumpkins strewn haphazardly. But the warmth it fills you with is unremarkable, it's so cozy. Blankets are piled around, with jackolanterns acting as the only light source. Barrels of cider, filling the air with a delicious apple and cinnamon scent. You move to sit on one of the quilts.

"Do ya like it Darlin'?" Sun asks hopefully, though you don't miss the touch of nervousness in his breath. Moon placing a hand on his shoulder, as he fidgets with your hat.

"It's amazing boys." You gasp. They really wanted to just have fun with you. Maybe you can take a break. Just for tonight.

"Glad ya do sugar." Moon exclaimed turning to grab a nearby pumpkin. You soon realize the design carved into it looks like your face. Sun finally puts your hat down, perching it on top of the jackolantern.

You sigh, the only chance of you getting it back now is once the gord starts to rot.

You are finally set free from the lasso, as Sun unties it. Moon hands you a flask of the liquid gold, you take a swig. Through the corner of your eye you notice Sun holding what appears to be a clothing hanger, behind him. Then a realization hits you, oh no. OH NO. You are not sticking around for this. Almost wanting to, as the cider distraction actually tastes delightful. You immediately try to make a bolt for it, but Moon catches you by your shirt collar. Tugging you back, causing you to gag.

"Hol'up their pardner. We just wanna play a lil' game." He remarked, snickering at what was to come.

Once they were done with you, you could barely recognize yourself. A frilly dress was put on top of your regular clothes. And it fit like a glove. You had fought tooth and nail while they were getting it on you, and you were too exhausted to make an effort to tear it off. Oh well.

The dress made you look like Dorothy from the wizard of Oz. If only you had the red shoes to match. Ironically, you really wished you could just tap your heels and say you 'wish to go home' right now.

And just as you thought all hope was lost, you were scooped you again by one of the boys. Still screeching at them to put you down, after the way the first 'rodeo' had turned south. You nearly fell asleep during the ride to Fazed Bear. Only awaking fully once you were dropped into a water trough in the center of town. You knew some sort of shenanigans was coming, you shouldn't have let yourself fall asleep. Fucking outlaws.

"SHIT-" you yowl, as the cold water cascades around you.

"Language Sheriff, ya wouldn't want the towns kids pickin' up on that wouldya?" Moon remarks, Sun returning back to his giggle fit.

You reach up to fix your hat, which didnt feel right. Then you notice your pumpkin has been place in the middle of town square for all to see, adorning not only your trusty hat but also your badge. Huh, what's on your head? Oh shit, they put you in a fucking bonnet. How mortifying.

"Don'tcha think yall have gotten a lil' too gutsy lately? Waltzing straight into town?" You say soppily.

"Says the one who's goin' apple bobbin' in a horse trough. Sorry to disappoint Darlin' but yer not gonna find any apples in there." Sun chuckled.

You surprisingly grin. It grows, spreading from ear to ear. And a loud full belly laugh escapes your mouth. Your chest shakes with the effort. Aww your boys did all this just for you. Sure it was a bit much, and you could of done without all the tricks. But this Hallows eve has truly been a treat. You had completely forgotten about your duties, in favour of 'hanging out' with your favourite outlaws. Maybe you really did need a break from being Sheriff after all.

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I hope you like it! Happy Halloween! (PS I love your art)

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