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gurugirl · 5 months

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The Work Trip

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Sugardaddy!harry x yn

Summary: Harry takes Y/n with him on a work trip.

Word Count: 4850

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating (technically)

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When Harry told Jessica to also book Y/n on the two-night trip she gave him a look that he knew to be scrutiny. He figured there would be questions about why he was taking an intern with him on a business trip but he didn’t care. He could explain it away by saying he’d rather have an intern assist him than have someone else go with him who could be of better use at the office.

“What’s with you and Y/n anyway?” Sean teased as he stopped into Harry’s office.

“Nothing. Just wanted to have someone there to print out decks for us if we need, or executive summaries. Get our coffee. Things like that.”

His best friend nodded with a grin, “Sure. Whatever you say, Har. What about the way you flirt with her? Or the way she locks up and gets all ditzy when you’re around?”

Harry brushed his friend off. He wouldn’t tell Sean what he was doing with his cute little intern. All the disgusting and dirty little things she eagerly allowed him to do to her. That was just for him and Y/n.

No one knew for sure but some were more nosy than others. He’d have to behave himself with Y/n on the trip since Sean would be there as well. He already had a plan in place to make sure no one knew what was going on.

. . .

Y/n had her own hotel room. She had a little balcony and the bed was soft and the TV came with unlimited channels. Harry told her he’d give her instructions soon but that she was just to wait for him. She was allowed to order food if she wanted but not to leave the hotel because he would be expecting her to do something for him. She was not quite sure what that entailed just yet.

After ordering French fries and a fruit cup she got his first set of instructions via text.

Take the spare key card I gave you for my room and let yourself in at a quarter to 4. Don’t be late.

It was already 3 pm. Harry and Sean had been at some meeting for the better part of three hours. They’d had an early check-in to their rooms and then immediately left for their first meeting of the trip.

She quickly ate her snack and then used the bathroom before cleaning herself up a touch. If she knew one thing she could probably expect, it would be that he’d have her naked in some capacity and she always preferred at least being fresh for him. He never seemed to mind one way or the other but for her own sake, she liked to keep clean.

When she entered his room she noted it looked an awful lot like hers. But except for two double beds, there was one large king bed in the middle. Just as soft as hers.

At 3:40 she received her second text.

Take all of your clothes off for me. I’ll be there soon.

Her heart pounded as she folded her clothes and sat everything neatly on a chair. She loved not knowing exactly what Harry was going to do to her. Loved the anticipation of being caught off guard. Loved that he did all the thinking for her.

When the hotel room door opened Harry walked into the room like he was on a time crunch (he was) and took his suit jacket off, folding it and draping it on a chair.

He smiled at his pretty naked girl. She had goosebumps and perked nipples and he couldn’t resist touching her neck. “You’re such a good girl for, Daddy. Now climb up onto the bed, hands and knees down.”

She minded him quickly, crawling on all fours to the center of his bed, and turned her head to watch him as he dug into his suitcase.

Rope.

“Did you use the bathroom already? Peed and everything?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He kneed up to the bed next to her and pulled her arms behind her back, winding the rope around her wrists snugly, and then lifted her hips to have her ass up while her face was down into the soft bedding.

She felt his lips on her bottom before he pressed a kiss to her cunt and then to her anus. She felt the cool wetness of the lube as he smeared it over both her holes, “Gonna plug you up, okay? Relax…” he pressed an anal plug at her back entrance and she did as he said, relaxing her muscles as he pushed it into her small opening, securing it in place with a final little twist once it was inside.

“And before I leave I’m gonna fill you with my come and then I’ll plug your pussy up, make you keep it inside until I return after dinner. Okay?” He checked with her, knowing she’d say yes but still enjoying her little squeaks of compliance.

Harry undid his buckle and quickly pulled his pants down. He didn’t have much time to waste. They were due to meet out front in less than 15 minutes. He stroked himself with the lube and got his cock nice and hard as he enjoyed the site of her spread out for him with her ass in the air.

“Ready for Daddy’s cock, baby?” He pressed his tip to her entrance.

“Yes,” she cooed, “Please Daddy. Use my hole for your come.”

Harry pumped the base of his cock as he pressed in until he had both hands at her hips and he was bottomed out.

“This is gonna be really fast because I’ve got to go, but I need you to stay quiet or else you don’t get to have my come. Understand?” He asked her as he drew his dick out to tip and slowly pressed back in, repeating his strokes so she would open up and begin to wet him naturally. The lube helped, but he loved when she was wet for him.

“Yes. I promise to keep quiet.”

At that Harry began to pound into her quickly, feeling his cock stimulated by the little plug inside of her as he slid into the hilt and backed out, thwacking himself into her harshly.

He had to bite his lip not to moan. She felt so delicious around him and the plug was just intensifying how tight she already was.

She grunted as quietly as possible each time his hips smacked into her. With his long, thick cock moving inside of her, it was nudging into the plug in her ass and it made her clench and get wetter and wetter. It felt so good being fucked in her cunt while her ass was plugged.

But he came so fast. She felt him pulsing and throbbing in her as he quietly groaned and squeezed her hips. She sighed at the feel of his come being stuffed into her. She loved being filled with him.

Harry panted as he rammed himself once more inside of her deeply before giving her a light swat, “There we go. Just needed to get off with my little fuck hole or I was going to explode,” he spoke quietly as he pulled out.

She felt him spread her legs and then press the squishy silicone of the plug to her pussy. It was lightweight and shaped so that it wouldn’t come out easily. Once it was pressed inside and secured Harry lifted her by the back of her neck and kissed her, “Stay right here for me. I’ll be back in less than 3 hours. Take a nap. Here,” he helped her onto her side so she could lie down more comfortably.

She smiled at him and already felt herself getting sleepy. She didn’t get to come but she was satisfied being stuffed with his.

Harry left her locked in his room and feeling lighter after having just orgasmed and he wasn’t even late to meet Sean at the front of the hotel to get their car. And as delicious as the dinner was he couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n waiting for him the whole time. He wondered if she’d sleep or if she’d get thirty (he had left her an open bottle of water with a straw in it on the bedside table. Or if she was getting herself all wound up and desperate for him as the minutes went by.

Once the bill was paid Sean and Harry got into the back of the car to have their driver take them back to the hotel, “Let’s go get a drink somewhere.” Sean suggested.

Harry would have if he didn’t have Y/n with her hands tied behind her back and plugged up, waiting for him, “Not tonight. I’m exhausted with the trip here and everything. Maybe tomorrow night.”

“Really? You don’t want to get a drink with me because you’re exhausted?” He didn’t seem like he was buying Harry’s excuse.

Nodding his head he doubled down, “Really. I’m just ready to call it a night.”

Sean nodded and Harry could see he looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

Sean laughed and grinned, “I don’t know. This doesn’t have anything to do with that cute intern does it?”

“Of course it doesn’t. You know the arrangement I have with Romy. I’m getting what I need within her boundaries and our intern doesn’t have anything to do with that.” He lied.

Sean knew all about the agreement Harry had with his wife. He was his best friend after all. Sure they were work partners too, but it was always friends first so he knew everything about what Harry and Romy were going through.

“Okay. Just asking. I believe you.”

Harry nodded. The guilt he felt about lying was slowly fading away every time he did it. He trusted Sean but he didn’t need to know to know everything.

Y/n was wiggling the slightest when Harry walked back into his room. His pretty girl was facing the door with her arms behind her back. Her pupils were wide and dark over her eyes. He could see she was a bit of a mess.

He sat down next to her and smoothed his palm over her hip, “Are you okay, baby? How are your little holes?”

She let out a little breath, “I need you, Daddy. I want you inside of me. Please.”

His grin was proud. She was plugged in both holes and her hips were swaying gently as she lifted her thigh to show him, “Please, Daddy,” she let out a shattered moan.

“Oh, baby. Look at you,” He moved his fingers to rub at her clit and she closed her eyes and gasped lightly.

“Yesss… thank you…” Her words were breathy.

Her clit was slippery but the plug in her pussy was keeping most of her arousal inside. As well as his come from earlier. He gently manipulated her clit, pressing into it and stroking it back and forth with light pressure as she panted and writhed into his hand, her eyes on him.

“There you go. A little relief for my sweet girl. Feels good doesn’t it?” He took his fingers away and walked to the opposite side of the bed behind her to undo her wrists. He knew they must be sore. She watched him over her shoulder with rounded eyes. Still wanting more.

He laughed when he saw her pained look, “Don’t worry. I’ll give you Daddy’s cock soon. Just need to get you comfy first before I put you in a different position. Okay?”

She grumped with a small pout as she turned away. She knew he would take care of her but she was aching. The pussy plug was smushed into her g-spot and every time she shifted her hips she could feel it pressing into it and it was driving her insane. Not to mention the way the butt plug was filling her anus and making her ass tingle in the best way.

Harry rolled her to her back and grasped her chin, turning her face toward him, “Don’t fuss at me. I’m here to put you out of your misery. Unless you’d rather just suck me off and we’ll be done for the night. You get nothing.”

She shook her head, “No. I need it. I’m so… it hurts, Daddy,” she exaggerated. It didn’t actually hurt. But it was achy and she wanted to come so bad her tummy was twisting and she was trembling.

Harry spread her legs apart and looked at the plugs filling her holes before he stood from the bed to take his belt off, “I don’t believe that it hurts, Y/n. I think you’re being dramatic. Would you like it to hurt?” He asked in that mocking way that made her skin glow hot. “I can make it hurt for you if you want.”

He leaned over her with the belt in his hand as she watched him wrap the leather around his fist, leaving the end to drape over her hip as he dragged it up over her tits.

She was so frustrated. She just wanted relief. Her body was vibrating with need and she was so close she knew she’d come if he just kept his fingers on her clit for one minute. She’d be done for. But he was teasing her instead. She cried in frustration, “Please! I need to come!”

Harry grinned and pushed her to her tummy as he straddled the back of her knees to keep her from wiggling too much.

“I don’t like having you cry at me so loudly. You’re being a bit of a brat for Daddy. If you’d just been sweet I’d have let you come on fingers. I know that felt so good on your aching button, didn’t it?”

She nodded into the comforter and turned her head, “It felt so good. I want it. Please.”

He landed the first strike of his leather belt across her cheeks and she yelped, “And how does it feel to be spanked instead?”

She caught her breath and swallowed, “Hurts.”

He gave her another swat and she groaned and arched her back, trying to move away but she was pinned down. “That’s right. See this hurts,” he did it again, leaving behind a mark from the belt across her skin, “Waiting to have your clit rub doesn’t hurt. Isn’t that right?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, “Sorry. You’re right. Sorry, Daddy.” She rushed her words out.

Harry dropped the belt to the floor and removed his shirt as he kept his eyes on her, standing next to the bed, “Get up. Take my pants off for me.”

She shimmed herself around and tried not to put her bottom onto the comforter where her bum was sore before she stood to her feet and bent to quickly undo his pants at his direction.

She’d gotten really good at removing him from his pants. Far better than Romy had ever been. With his wife, she dawdled too much. Y/n never dawdled. She was eager. Desperate. And that’s exactly what he wanted.

She pulled the fabric of his brushed wool pants down his legs and looked up at him as she placed her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, “Can I take these off too, please?”

He loved when she said please. Loved that she wanted him so badly. It fed his ego to be so desired. But mostly he loved it because he wanted her just as badly. He’d really started feeling like she was more than just an arrangement. Y/n was something very special to him.

With Harry’s nod Y/n quickly pulled his underwear down his legs and helped him step out of them before she sat back onto her haunches in front of him, looking up at him from her position on the floor.

She could tell he was pleased with her. Despite his little correction, she knew he enjoyed it.

“On the bed, spread your legs.” Harry instructed.

Y/n stood up and sat onto the mattress and spread her legs. Harry stepped toward her and grasped the soft underside of her knees and lifted so that her feet were pressed into the mattress. He spread her legs apart more and thumbed at her clit.

Y/n bit her lip and watched Harry’s eyes as he focused on her pussy and his thumb.

“Messy. Does this feel good inside of you, Y/n? Made you all swollen and puffy for me didn’t it?”

She nodded, “Yes, Daddy. But not as good as you feel inside of me.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth to suppress his grin as he looked at his pretty girl, “Is that right? Well I am technically inside of you right now aren’t I?” He teased as he continued to stroke her clit.

She moaned softly and nodded.

“Yes. You’re all full of my come still. And when I take this plug out it’s gonna weep out of your little hole isn’t it?”

Another quick nod of her head as she began to pant. She was going to come. His thumb on her felt too good.

“Daddy…” she whined and pressed her thighs together just enough to indicate what was about to happen, “Can I come, please? Oh!”

Harry chuckled at her desperation as he continued rubbing her, “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He held one of her thighs tight to keep her in place.

Y/n’s eyes rounded out and her mouth dropped open wide as she watched Harry’s face, her orgasm rushing quickly through her veins. With a gently buck of her hips into his hand she gasped and threw her head back.

She knew to keep quiet but it was hard.

Her small squeaks and moans and the view Harry had of her had finished the job of making his cock swell. The toys peeking out from her ass and her pussy were pulsing with her orgasm and somehow she was so wet that she dripped, despite being plugged up.

“Good girl. Being so polite and quiet while you let go with all my come deep inside of you. Feels good to orgasm with my come in there doesn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer him. She was too busy trying to keep her voice down and get through her much-needed orgasm. She clamped around the spongy soft pussy plug and even her anus was quivering.

Harry released her thigh and began to stroke himself as he helped her lie to her back, keeping her bottom close to the edge of the bed as he was still standing.

She was heaving and hot and wiggly as he began to pull at the toy in her pussy. He watched as she stretched around it and her arousal clung to it in strings as it was placed on the bed. He peered down at her pretty hole and thrusted a finger inside then pulling it out to see his come finally run out a little. But he wanted his come to stay inside of her so he grapsed the back of her knees and pressed her thighs to her chest and angled himself above her, his cock pushing into her muscle quickly and deeply.

They both moaned in unison. Harry had needed that. He’d been imagining it all dinner and now he was finally going to have his girl and take his time with her, make her come on his cock like she deserved. Like he deserved.

Harry’s long shaft felt so good moving inside of her. The spongy toy was nice and filling, but it was soft and didn’t move unless she shifted into certain positions. She loved the hardness of him and how deep and heavy it felt. His cockhead stroked her g-spot satisfyingly.

He watched his engorged dick disappear inside of her, coated with her cream and his come. Repeated thrusts punched into her guts made her grunt and groan.

When he pulled out, keeping his dark pink tip pressed to her hole he moaned as he watched more of his come drip out and down to her ass, making a path around the plug and disappearing under her bum as he painted his cock through her sopping crease to collect a little come before plunging himself back in, fucking his own come back into her.

“Stuffed with Daddy’s come and his cock, baby. Feel better now? This what you needed?” He panted his words as he rocked into her in harsh thuds, wet skin colliding.

She grunted a yes and yelped when he ground himself down into her and she felt him in her cervix, nudging in so close to her uterus.

Y/n was spinning and free-falling. Her knees pressed into her chest and Harry’s breathing and the sound of her creamy pussy getting fucked… And the way he felt inside of her… She was in heaven. All she needed was him doing with her what he wanted.

He couldn’t get over how good she always felt. He sometimes wondered if it was just because it was Y/n. Because it was his girl, and that’s why she felt so good around him. Her pussy was always wet for him, always gripped him perfectly, and made his cock feel like it had found its true home. He hated comparing her to Romy but he couldn’t help it. Because he was starting to resent his wife and Y/n was growing more and more important to him. Everything about her was better, he concluded. Not just her pussy and her mouth. But Y/n was better. They fit so well together in every way.

“Gonna take another one of Daddy’s loads, Y/n?”

She breathed a yes and clung to the blankets for leverage as he hammered into her.

“I know you will. But I need you to come first. Give me another,” his balls were already squeezing and cock was throbbing inside of her, precome mixing with his earlier orgasm inside of her.

Y/n wasn’t sure she could come again. She was wiped out. And in that particular position, her clit was neglected completely so it would take a lot longer for her to get close enough.

But of course Harry knew this. Because he’d really gotten to know Y/n’s body over their short time together. They’d done a lot of fucking since he propositioned her so it wasn’t hard to figure out all her little spots and what she needed.

He pulled out and released her legs, “Roll over honey, hands and knees.”

Y/n pushed herself to her side and got up to her hands and knees, ass in the air, the little plug sparkling at Harry.

He smacked her right cheek and then her left before gripping her hips to position her the way he wanted. He kept himself standing as he pulled her cheeks apart and twisted the anal toy, making her jolt slightly.

Harry grinned as he picked his belt up from the ground and returned to his spot. He leaned over her back and wrapped the belt around her neck, looping the end through the buckle for a makeshift leash until it was just tight enough.

He took one of her hands and pulled it up to her core, “Rub your messy pussy while I fuck it.”

His voice was deep and severe. Y/n began to finger at her clit as Harry gripped the belt in his hand and pulled to keep her neck back for him. Carefully, he pushed back into her pussy and hissed. He was sensitive and aching but her warm, slick walls greeted him with relief.

Y/n choked out a moan when she felt Harry begin to glide through her walls and his fingers dug into her hips. The belt around her neck wasn’t as tight as the collar he’d gotten her, but it did squeeze around her neck with a slight pinch that she loved.

When Harry pulled out to grab the belt it gave him a break so he knew he’d be able to last longer until she could finally come. He wanted to feel her pulsating and clenching around him in her orgasm as he came inside of her. There was nothing better in the world than to be in the throws of ecstasy while a warm, wet pussy was fluttering around his cock and milking him of everything.

But his reprieve and the small break did little good. He was on edge nearly immediately upon thrusting into her.

Y/n felt her limbs start to quiver slightly and her pussy just felt so good she could die. That would be the way to go too. With Harry’s dick deep inside of her and drool down her face? Yeah. She’d lived a good life. And that was in part due to the man railing her to death at that moment. Death by cock. Happily.

The belt was pulled back a couple of inches and Y/n’s neck with it. Harry leaned over her back, one fist holding the end of the belt and his other in the mattress right next to your hand, his arm aligned over yours. He pushed in deep and continued to thrust inward, “Hear that, baby?” The slower swing of his hips as his cock inched in and inched back, spreading your dripping cunt apart sounded like an audio porn. You knew you were wet, you always were for Harry, but having him fuck into you not only being aroused and wet but having his last release still inside of you was extra messy. And extra hot so you were both moaning and panting together.

“Yes, Daddy. Sounds like you’re fucking me really good.”

“Yeah? You like getting fucked really good, Y/n?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Harry stood back up and began to roll his hips into her at a hungrier pace. Y/n was doing everything in her power to keep her volume down as she started to come. With her neck pulled back slightly it felt like she had almost no control. That Harry called the shots. Which had always been the case but the physical act of having his leather belt used to spank her and then wrap around her neck like a leash and collar made her feel unhindered.

When he felt her begin to spasm around him he released the collar and covered her mouth. Her feminine groans were getting louder and louder. He wasn’t sure she even realized it. He gasped at the feeling of being squeezed by her, “So fucking dirty, baby.” Harry’s thrusts became erratic, the jolted motion stunted as he felt the heat of his own end uncoil.

“Fuck, baby…” Harry released into her, his cock throbbing so hard she could feel it inside.

He kept his hips glued to hers as he removed his palm from her mouth and could hear her heavy breaths mixed with his own.

Gently pulling himself out he spread her pussy lips and watched drop after drop gush from her. He kissed her bottom, all the spots where there were small marks from the belt, and then placed a hand on her anal plug, “I’m gonna take this out now, okay?”

Y/n was already melting into the mattress. She was trying her best to stay on her hands and knees but her face and shoulders were already down on the bed, “Okay, Daddy.”

The moment she felt the plug gone she also felt Harry’s absence. She blinked her eyes and lay on her side when heard the tub water running. A few moments after, Harry leaned over her and placed one arm behind the bend of her knees and his other behind her upper back and tilted her into his arms to bring her to the bathroom.

She was used to the routine by now. He’d kiss the bruises or spots where she was spanked and then run her a warm bath. He’d usually give her something to drink and sit behind her in the tub, run his hands over her limbs, and talk about whatever topic felt right in the moment (last time it was about a dog that Harry used to have as a kid) until the water turned tepid and he’d help her out and towel her off and carry her to bed where she’d sleep like a baby.

“Lavender okay?” Harry asked as he lifted up the glass jar of salts after sitting her in the warm tub.

“I love lavender,” Y/n smiled and watched him sprinkle white flakes into the tub before finally climbing in behind her and pulling her back flush against his chest. Y/n leaned her head back into Harry’s clavicle.

“You were so good for me, Y/n. Can you handle another day of that for me tomorrow?”

She nodded with a small smile on her face, eyes closed, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. It’ll be a longer day tomorrow. More meetings. I’ll come back between to see you,” he kissed her temple.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 27 days

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Do you know who my daddy is?

Captain price x Fem reader (single mom)

You brought your kid to the base, she has an important homework, talk about what mom/dad does at work. The little kid is in trouble and the best she can do to get out of the problem is lie about who her daddy is.

Warning: it's not very interesting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I like to think about Price having a daughter. Anyway, as usual, grammatical and spelling errors.

- hey my little sunshine! how was your day?

- it was fine, I have homework though.

- oh, what is it?

- I have to talk about your work, what you do and things like that.

- Oh well, I have to talk with my superior and let him know that you will go with me for a few hours just to see what we do, ok?

- Okay

That was the small conversation with your kid, she was very excited to go with you, you talked her a little bit about your comrades and your very handsome captain, she made fun of you for the way you talked about Price and sang «Mommy and the captain, sitting on a tree giving little kisses and falling in love...», of course you warned her to not say that at the base, as every kid, she thinks your job is full of action and adrenaline, because that's what she watches on tv, she certainly wasn't expecting to see you writing reports and reading files, attending some calls, just like you're doing right now.

Price was very kind to let you bring her today, he also told you to give her a small tour around the place to make it more exciting, your poor girl is dying of boredom sitting in the chair of your office, observing the ceiling and the light over your heads.

- I'm sorry darling, we will give the tour as soon as I finish this report, okay?

- I thought we would fight against bad people or that you would show me guns, this is so boring!!!!!

- Honey, making all this paperwork is also a way to fight against bad people, also very important.

- B-O-R-I-N-G...

You sighed, certainly it's not the funniest activity but you needed to finish it as soon as possible, a knocking on your door was perfect to interrupt your girl's complaints, Gaz appeared with a small bag of candies.

- I heard you brought a mini you today, I wanted to say hi.

- Oh Kyle, thanks, come in, this is my daughter (____). Honey this is my friend Kyle, be nice and say hi.

Your girl smiled at Gaz and took the small bag, she started to eat some jelly beans and talked for a few minutes with Kyle.

- (...) And now I'm here! Bored!

- I already say Sorry like a thousand times baby!!!

- I can take her to give a walk while you finish... just if you want (y/n)

- that would be great, I will finish soon I promise!

- YEAH! LET'S GO KYLE!!!

Your daughter took Kyle's hand and left the office, you laughed and continued your work.

Gaz went to the common room so your daughter could say hi to Soap, Ghost and other soldiers. needless to say that your girl was enchanted to meet Soap who played with her and gave her a small gel blaster, both made a mess with those gel bubbles, Gaz and Soap were cleaning up while Ghost and your daughter were painting one of Ghost's skull old masks, but your daughter was impatient to be with you and see the rest of the place as you promised her, she took her opportunity to escape from the three men when Soap attacked Ghost with some of the gel bubbles that were still on his blaster, Gaz was recording so, none of them noticed when your daughter left the room.

«Ah, Guys... Where's (_____)?» «Shit» «Was Johnny's fault»

They started to look for her, while your daughter was walking unsure of where she was going, she brought the blaster that Soap gave to her and started to shoot and play, her fun ended when she accidentally shot a soldier in his eye. The guy saw her alone and started to try to scare her.

- Hey kid, Did you forget the way to the daycare? who gave you that toy? This is not a place for babies.

- I'm 6, I'm not a baby!

- Aren't you? Then, maybe I have to tell you that you can go to prison for what you did?

Your daughter really believed that, she started to feel nervous, she was in serious trouble, what would she do now?. This guy kneeled down in front of your daughter and smirked.

- What will you do now? Cry with your parents?

An idea popped up quickly to her mind.

- I won't get in trouble, Do you have a clue of who my daddy is?

- Do you know who my daddy is?, oh please tell me who's your father, dwarf, I will tell him you're being a troublemaker!

He imitated your daughter's voice.

- The Captain Price is my daddy! He will beat your ass if you don't let me go!

This soldier was ready to say something until someone appeared behind you, he stood up quickly and paled, the little girl thought it was Gaz or Soap who found her and arrived just in time to save her, until she heard the soldier said «Captain!», she paled too and looked behind her, a tall man was observing the soldier with a cold look.

- Is this young man bothering you, my dear?

- He says I will go to prison just because I was playing a little and I hit him by accident.

- I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know she was your daughter...

Price didn't act surprised by the soldier's comment, he continued looking at him and put a hand on your daughter's shoulder.

- Next time I see you bothering my daughter or anyone else, you will be In serious trouble. Do you understand?

- Yes Sir.

- Fine, now leave. Let's go my little princess.

Price kneeled down a little and carried your girl over his shoulders, he talked with her about your work and maybe, your girl talked about how you feel about him, on their way they found Ghost, Soap and Gaz running through the entire base looking for her.

Finally you finished your work and went to the common area to see if your daughter was there, on the way you noticed some soldiers were whispering and talking secretly while you were passing by but you tried to not pay much attention, you arrived to the common area and indeed there she was, she fell asleep on Soap's lap, who was sitting on a sofa.

- Hey y/n you found us!

- Sorry guys I had a lot of things to do, thank you to everyone for taking care of her.

«No problem» «Soap is always here to help» «it was your fault that we lost her!»

- You what??

- Don't worry, nothing happened to her, the Captain found her!

Before you could say something, Price caught your attention and asked you to go out with him to have a small conversation. You felt a lump in your throat and stomach, you felt you were in problems, as soon as you and Price were alone you started to apologize.

- I'm so sorry John, I mean, Captain, it won't happen again I can assure you that...

- Y/n, you're not in trouble.

- wha..?

- I was going to say, you have a sweet and smart daughter and... Very... chatterbox...

- Chatterbox?

- Yes, she said she was my daughter, and then she told me about... Some feelings you have.

- Oh...

You instantly started to try to fix and look for excuses.

- Sir, I'm... She's just a kid, she fantasizes a lot about her father and... Also she understood all I said in a different way, I'm really sorry Captain...

- I see, well y/n, you don't need to apologize, I understand she's just a kid, and as she's just a kid, tell me, who are we to ruin her fantasies about have a father?

He smiled mischievously at you, you were speechless, what the hell was happening?.

- Ah... Excuse me, what?

-Well, she's a brilliant girl and I always wanted to have a daughter and a very attractive wife. There are a lot of reasons to make this come true.

You're still processing all that is happening right now.

- Really?

Price took your hand and squeezed it softly, without losing eye contact with you.

- For sure, by example, everybody around the base is already talking about us and our little daughter and the other reason is that those feelings your daughter talked about, are mutual.

You couldn't say anything, you were lost in thoughts, but your silly smile was enough for Price to go a little bit further.

- So, if you allow me, I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow night. What do you think?

- I would like that, but who will take care of (____)?

He laughed a little and then simply said.

- I think Soap said he's always ready to help, no? And if you don't think he will be a good babysitter... well, I think your daughter has another two uncles that can help.

That definitely made you laugh loudly, Price looked at you with tenderness still waiting for an answer, then, after a few minutes of silence you nodded, that was the story of how you and your daughter won the Captain's heart and three new uncles for your little girl, it would be the story that your daughter would talk about in every opportunity she had.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #x yn #long reads #x reader #141 x reader #fanfiction #price x reader #captain john price #captain price #captain john price x reader #john price #cod #captain price x reader #john price x you #john price x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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i watched spto and i'm down bad for matthew patel now so uh- can i request platonic matthew patel x reader where reader works at gman media and they become friends with him after he realizes just how out of his depth running the place and just like breaks down to the nearest person that he has no idea what he's doing?

Oufh I gotta admit the same thing-

......

Being a custodian at G-Man Media certainly wasn't the job you hoped for, but at least it was a job that paid well...better than anything McDonalds could have provided.

And of course, that's only because it used to be run by gazillionaire Gideon Graves.

Yes. Used to.

There was a huge change in management that literally happened overnight--as your boss was defeated in battle by Matthew Patel, and he became the CEO of pretty much everything the former had.

The two record labels, fourteen animal shelters, movie studio, etc. etc. were now all his for the taking.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this theater-obsessed punk who was Ramona's first evil ex-boyfriend would be able to overthrow the G-Man himself.....and yet he won.

Of course, the aforementioned battle they had resulted in some serious damages and a lot of repairs having to be done in several rooms and floors. But if anything you were just relieved Matthew chose to disband the League of Evil Exes. You didn't have to clean up all their messes or fix anything Luke, Todd, or the twins' robot might have broken.

Even better was that Gideon wasn't around to nitpick at every little thing anymore.

That was a huge upside for you.

On the downside, however...your new boss was somehow both better and worse than him.

Matthew was thrown into such a tough role so quickly, and while he seemingly had everything under control with his demon hipster chicks becoming his agents.....sometimes he just looked lost.

Sure, he seemed to like shouting out orders and getting escorts in fancy helicopters, but when it came down to actual business stuff, he kept asking his employees about different things--even painfully obvious things.

You've never talked to him much even before this, although you usually keep to yourself and don't really speak unless spoken to. But you can tell he's struggling to maintain his image.

Still, you don't wanna say anything that might anger him or get you fired.

And besides, he had mystical powers that were ten times cooler than anything Gideon ever had, so pissing him off would be most unwise.

.......

It's late in the evening when you're heading to your final stop before getting to go home: Matthew's office.

He didn't say anything in particular had to be repaired, although you figured there was no harm in double-checking things. For all you know, the TV's wiring might need to be fixed or a screw in the table might've come loose.

Hopefully he didn't mind. You're usually in and out of there by the time he returns from whatever business trip he attended.

Yet upon entering his office, you stood in your tracks upon seeing that he was there, sitting all alone....apparently brooding and monologuing to himself. You were used to seeing him doing that sort of thing.

But this time something seemed...off.

Even his demon agents were concerned and looked grateful you showed up, immediately stepping aside so you could walk in further, hearing his mumbling become more coherent.

"What am I doing with my life? This isn't what I went to college for..."

"Mr. Patel, sir?" You called out cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"....no, actually. Everything is NOT okay!" Slamming his hands onto the table, he stared up at you from across the table, taking a moment to identify you. You could see how exhausted and bloodshot his eyes were, along with his eyeliner looking more smudged. "You're the custodian, right...[y/n], was it?"

You blinked, surprised he remembered your name. "Correct. I was just-"

"Look, [y/n]..I've been feeling really awful lately and I just need to....get some stuff off my chest. And since you're the only one here right now, you get to listen to me." He then pointed to a chair near him. "Sit, and don't you dare tell anyone what we've discussed, capiche?"

Even though the clock was ticking close to the time you went home, concern over your boss' mental stability took priority over everything else at that moment. So you listened to his demand and took a seat, remaining silent and patient.

As Matthew slumped back into his chair, his whole expression shifted into one of sadness, as though he just lost his best friend. "I'm....not cut out for this job..." He confessed. "This isn't what I envisioned myself doing."

"I imagine it's been difficult. But for the record, you've only been doing this for-"

"I've already lost this company billions of dollars."

You blinked. "Billions, sir?"

"Yes, billions! You know, I-I only defeated Gideon Graves in battle because he would have taken my life if he won. And for a while it felt good to have all of his fame and fortune.......but now it....i-it just sucks! The paperwork never stops, I can barely catch a break, I don't know any of the computer passwords, and I don't even like wearing this stupid suit!!" Laying his head on the table, he banged his fist against it, choking back tears. "I'm a theater major..not a business major, damn it!"

'Poor Matthew..' You frowned slightly. "If all of this is so overwhelming, maybe you could-"

"No." He quickly sat up, his face darkening with a deep scowl. "I am NOT giving anything back to that lying scumbag! Besides, we have a legally binding contract that states all his properties are mine! That means permanently! Forever!"

"My apologies, sir..i-it was only a suggestion." You put your hands up, feeling tense especially as his demons were now frowning at you. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately...and there's no shame in admitting that."

Matthew blinked. "You've noticed?"

"I have." You nodded. "I mean..a lot of people go to college for one thing and suddenly wind up in an entirely different field. I know my opinion may not matter much, but...I think you're doing a great job despite your lack of experience."

He shrunk back, no longer looking angry but rather...guilty?

"Thank you.." He sighed. "I'm sorry for never saying this, but you've been a huge help cleaning up after all our messes when we had the League of Evil Exes. So..you better give yourself a little credit, too."

Now it was your turn to be flattered, as you smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Mr. Patel. I appreciate that."

"Uh-huh..and there's something else, too.."

"And what would that be?"

"....I only refuse to throw in the towel because this company can give me the funds necessary to make the Scott Pilgrim musical a reality." He confessed.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "A musical based off of that guy you killed?"

"Yes. But apparently he's alive. Ramona told me."

"....I see-"

"BUT as soon as the production takes off, I may or may not return some of Gideon's empire to him. I'm sure that asshole is scheming to reclaim it as we speak..." He grumbled, his attitude turning sour again.

You thought about what you could say to cheer him up without patronizing him...but fortunately that wasn't too hard to figure out.

"I wouldn't worry about him. May I ask who you'll be starring as in the musical?" You rested your arms on the table, smirking as you saw the way Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Why, of course!" With a wide grin, he jumped up onto the table, dramatically posing. "I will be the main character: Scott Pilgrim!! I vow to delight and entertain people everywhere!" He laughed, before he stopped and stared down at you. "[Y/n], may I show you a presentation of my many one-man shows? They've all prepared me for this moment and I'd love your opinion on them."

"Sure." Shrugging, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. "I'm getting paid overtime for this, right?"

His face fell flat. "...I'm supposed to give you guys overtime?"

"Well...Gideon never did, but--nevermind." You shook your head. "You can roll the footage."

His grin returned as he snapped his fingers, causing the room to darken and the TV to come to life, showing off one of his many recorded performances.

It was a two hour long video, but entertaining nonetheless. You recognized a lot of the songs and were impressed by all his method acting.

It's no wonder he made such a convincing CEO.

After that, he finally allowed you to go home with a promise to give you overtime....although not before he exchanged phone numbers with you as thanks for being his unofficial therapist for the day.

He claims it's so he can update you on the musical's progress and "other business stuff", as he put it.

But he kept calling you on your days off to talk, insisting you referred to him as Matthew instead. "Mr. Patel" was slowly starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

You didn't mind it, though.

At this point, you accepted the fact that you became your boss' first (and possibly only) friend.

Maybe after he surrenders the G-Man empire for good, that friendship can continue.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #platonic

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 months

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Yandere Coworker (part 5)

Tw: non-con touching, coercion, molestation, Afab/fem reader

Masterlists, part 1, part 6

Damn now that my account is blowing up cause of our resident asshole Cyprus, lemme introduce yall to my favourite Yandere oc Yves

And his respective Series featuring my cringefail yandere Montgomery

Btw vote down below

"It's five, baby. Stop working." He ruffled your hair, you whined as you fixed them with your fingers.

You looked up to see him casually leaning against your cubicle, holding his suitcase in a hand and his car keys in another.

You said you need to finish your work.

"The company paid you for your time from 9 to 5. Not 9 to 5:10. Come on, princess. I already clocked you out." He teasingly rubbed the shell of your ear, making you recoil and complain, you told him to not touch you.

And he did the exact opposite. He dropped his suitcase just so he could utilize both hands to tickle you. You tried stifling your laughter, but it was near impossible when he blew raspberries onto your neck while his hands attacked the most sensitive part of your sides.

"I can't touch you, huh? What are you gonna do about it, pretty girl?" He rapidly fired kisses onto your face. You can feel the cold frame of his glasses pressing against your skin each time he smooches you.

You relented. Saying you give up and will stop working for the day if he lets you go from this tickle torture of his.

He stopped, and you took a few seconds to catch your breath. You thank the stars that the office was mostly empty, save for a few coworkers working overtime.

You frowned, got up from your seat, and began packing. He watched you with a satisfied grin on his stupidly handsome face.

You're uncomfortably pressed against his side as your eyes darted between him and his TV. Your arms were forced to be sprawled on his broad, bare chest. He paid no mind to your squirming as his hand mindlessly rubbed your hips, towards your buttocks and locked you in place. Whenever he switches the channel, there is a brief moment where the screen would turn black. You would stare back at the reflection between the two of you. This would have seemed cozy and sweet, if only you agreed to be Cyprus's girlfriend.

He has a carnivorous diet, Cyprus fed you dinner which consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, gravy and peas. Of course, all served in a paper plate which was then disposed of. The lunch he bought you this afternoon was of similar nature.

You told him you have to head back home. It's getting late and you did what he told you. All of them.

He dangled your wallet over your head, making you do tasks that become more and more upsetting and perverted.

Cyprus started with asking you to help clean up the table while he took a shower. You agreed, thinking you could take your belongings and leave while he's busy. But only your bag was present, you later found out that he brought your precious wallet into the bathroom with him.

He then told you to take a shower too. You locked your door and even jammed the knob with the mop that's in there.

The next one was to wear one of his oversized shirts. The one that's similar to what you woke up with last Friday.

Then, he told you to give him a 30 second hug. You couldn't push him away or let go, or else he's going to reset the timer. You're tired from jumping, trying to reach the wallet. You couldn't even kick him in the groin with his lightning reflex.

So you did. You wrapped your arms around him and braced for whatever he has next. Only to flinch away when he tucked his calloused hand under your clothes, roaming his digits on your bare back and toying with the hook of your bra.

You shouted at him, feeling angry and violated. He simply rolled his eyes, called you dramatic and walked away, stowing your wallet in his pocket.

You contemplated calling the police and making them deal with him. Then you realize that he managed to snatch your phone again.

You ended up doing the 30 seconds. The entire time, he was licking the nape of your neck, groping you everywhere and grinding his crotch against yours. You cried hot tears when he slipped his hand into your underwear, caressing the vulnerable flesh underneath.

You felt suffocated when he crowded you to a wall. You couldn't jerk your hips to avoid his frotting because the wall was in the way.

However, he was a man of his word. The alarm on his phone went off after exactly 30 seconds, he allowed you to leave and handed you your wallet.

But not your phone.

He tried consoling you by cooing sweet nothings into your ear, it just sounded patronizing and demeaning despite his sugary words.

You managed to say through your sobs that you wanted your phone back. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pretending that he couldn't understand your babbling. Cyprus talked to you in a sickening baby voice, as if you're dumb and silly.

That's what got you lounging next to him on the couch as he surfs the channels. He told you that you'll earn your phone back after this.

He yawned, turning his head to give you a peck. "No. I don't think you did enough to earn it."

You let out an exasperated cry, asking him what else he wanted from you.

He stared at your face for a bit before chuckling to himself. "Cute."

You complained, whined and hit his chest with considerable force. Yet he wouldn't budge his hand from your rear.

"Princess, look at me." Commanded Cyprus as he took his glasses off. You did as you were told.

"Stay the night." He whispered before kissing you on the lips. "We could cuddle." He slid his soft, and supple pair of lips down to your neck, to the spot where he knew would make you moan the loudest.

"Or we could have fun 'till the sun rises." He breathed into your ear huskily, giving your ass a squeeze and your neck a suckle.

You whined and mewled, trying to push him off you weakly but it felt embarrassingly good. Toes were curled and cheeks were heating up while he slipped his hands under the large T-shirt, feeling every square inch of your skin.

You shoved him off you when he managed to unclasp your bra. Hands were crossed in front of your chest as you moved away as far from him as possible.

His face expressed disappointment and annoyance. But it lightened up when he saw that he gave you a very visible Hickey. It's sizable and dark enough that you would have a hard time concealing it with makeup or clothes.

"Fine, be that way then. You'll give in sooner or later, princess." He wore his glasses as he rose from the couch. While you're fixing the hooks of your bra, he was yawning and stretching his shoulders.

"Come on, let's get to bed. We have work tomorrow." He waited for you by the armrest.

You asked if you stayed the night, he will give everything back to you in the morning.

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Sure." His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, he yanked you towards him, making you stumble over yourself and nearly losing your balance.

He seized this opportunity to scoop you off your feet, carrying you in his strong, muscular and veiny arms effortlessly.

No matter how many times you protested or tried to hit him, Cyprus ignored you and kept walking on.

He used his foot to close the door behind him.

You were stressing over the number of eyes on you today. Cyprus was holding you by the waist as you and him ascended the elevator.

Seeing that Jane is there, souring the carefree mood of the office for everyone, Cyprus also scowled.

He clocked in for the both of you before escorting you to your cubicle, dropping your suitcase off as well. Your manager was burning holes into him, curious about the relationship between her most difficult employee and her most hardworking (yet spineless) one.

Her eyebrows cocked upwards when Cyprus pressed a kiss onto your forehead before ruffling your hair into a bird's nest.

She was mostly surprised at first, even amused. But when she saw the time that you arrived, her expression darkened. Cyprus has infected you with his disease, you would usually come in much earlier than this.

She does not need another "slacker" in the office to spread their bad influence.

She opened her mouth to comment about something to you. Sighing, you expected this to happen, it comes with the package of "dating" Cyprus.

"You got a minute, Jane?" The dreaded confrontation was interrupted by Cyprus's sudden interjection.

He led Jane into the conference room, where the frosted glass and soundproof walls gave them the much-needed privacy.

You're grateful that he pulled her away for whatever business he needs to talk about. Now, you could focus on your work, getting as much done before she comes out and starts biting your head off.

You were too engrossed in your work to notice that she came out looking quite shaken. As if she had seen a ghost.

Jane had walked away, leaving your department to work on their own without her soul killing micromanaging. Deciding to exert her power onto some other floor.

"She won't bother you anymore, princess." You jumped as you felt Cyprus's breath tickle the back of your neck.

He laughed at your reaction. "You're too damn cute for your own good."

You asked Cyprus what he told her.

"Watch my match tonight and I'll spill." He must be referring to his boxing hobby.

You asked where it is.

"Can't tell you. Won't tell you."

You said how could you attend if you don't even know where the venue is. He clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.

"I'm driving you there anyways, why would you need to know anything when I'll take care of everything?" He placed a hand on his hip as he leaned against your cubicle wall.

You asked what time it would be.

"Just get ready when I tell you to."

You said that you don't check your phone often. You need a set time when he would pick you up, should you agree to come and watch him fight his poor opponent.

"Who said you'll be getting ready at your place?" He smirked.

You said you're not going back to his place.

He displayed mock hurt, he pouted and whined softly to tease you. "You're so mean, baby."

You repeated that you're not going back to his place again.

"I guess you won't be needing this anymore then." he pulled out your ID from his back pocket.

You tried to swipe it from him as usual, but you failed. You looked up at him.

"You know the drill, pretty girl." He brought his face close to yours.

You thought about your choices. You're curious, wondering what made The Jane of your department scared shitless. You're also curious as to how a boxing match look in real life. Finally, you need your ID.

However, you could always make a new one and claim you lost it. It's not like you need your ID urgently, plus, it could send Cyprus a message that you're willing to go through this much hassle to get away from him.

You took a deep breath when you're ready to say your answer.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc cyprus #male yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere x darling #yandere coworker

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rexxatexxa · 1 year

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141+könig reactions when you kiss their foreheads💋

Warnings: Fluff, kisses, Civilian y/n (you), more fluff, No cursing <3

Summary: You get bored while doing stuff around the house and just kiss your lover on their forehead just for the funs of it <3

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, König x reader. <3

Quick Note: I do not own any of these pictures or characters. I am open for requests and enjoy <3

Simon Riley: Simon would literally just be sitting down in the living room relaxing doing nothing staring dead at the TV blocking everything out. And you use this time to clean around the house, talk to yourself, and play with your dogs but obviously Simon isn’t really aware of anything. He’s spaced out staring into the walls like somethings going to come out of it. So instead of tapping his shoulder to snap him back into reality you walk up from behind the couch and give him a loving kiss on the forehead. He’s startled to say the least but he slowly turns over to looking into your eyes.

“What was that for hm?” He asks still holding eye contact waiting for your response.

“I don’t really know just felt like it you know?” You say shrugging abs turning around to go play with your dogs more. Simon watches as you walk away he faces the TV once again with a small smile on his face.

John MacTavish: You and Johnny would be putting together a little coffee table for your living room because your other one just broke somehow. You and Johnny sit around trying to put together this table while he’s screwing the legs of the table in you sit and watch him playing around with little stray screws. You kind of just sit and play around with things as your lovely boyfriend screws in the last leg of the table and setting it upright looking at it very proud that you both did that. He turns his head over to you has your fiddling around with the screws.

“What you got over there?” He asks scooting closer to you you place another little screw down and look up at him.

“I am making a little kingdom and this is the castle I mean it looks like a castle right?” You say furrowing your eyebrows he laughs a little at your little pretend screw castle. About about an hour later you guys are making more little screw people Johnny is very focused on his work. You just took this time and turned his head over so he would face you he then also holds you head so you would face him like you weren’t already you place a soft kiss on his forehead and he’s quick to return the favor.

John Price: John is hunched over his work scribbling on paper and typing essays on his computer you would come in every once and a while to drop off some food and drink so he would starve or get dehydrated. You were just upstairs reading and drawing after about 2 hours of doing this you got up and took your shower after you were done you you went downstairs to check up on your very overwhelmed and overworking boyfriend when you opened his office door he looked up at you and back down at his work you walked over to him placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging them slightly you could feel how tense he was.

“Don’t you think you could use a break?” You said leaning over his shoulder “I mean you could use one your really tense..” you said as he stopped working and turning his spin chair to face you he pulled you in by the waist

“Your right I should take a break huh?” John said smiling you placed a kiss on his forehead as you two stayed as you were holding each other.

Kyle Garrick: You two were in the kitchen making cookies because I guess you just had a taste for cookies. You and Kyle were making the batter as you were reading what you needed to put in the bowl you caught him eating the chocolate chips. You and him just stared at each other in awe as he kept putting chocolate chips in his mouth. You just blinked at turned back around acting like you didn’t see that letting his enjoy himself and indulge.

“So do we have flour?” You asked looking at him put the bag of chocolate chips down and handing you the bag of flour as you poured the flour into a measuring cup you have flour all over your shirt and hands. Kyle held back his laugh as you looked at him there was flour everywhere you politely asked him to mix the ingredients in the bowl as you cleans yourself up you turned back to him and caught him eating the mixture.

“KYLE YOUR EATING EVERYTHING YOU CANT EVEN EAT THAT THERE ARE RAW EGGS IN THAT!!” You yelled as he backed away from the bowl laughing you were concerned he walked over to you

“I just couldn’t stop myself I guess?”Kyle said wiping his mouth he continued to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Be lucky I love you enough to make sure you don’t get salmonella” and with that you kissed his forehead and leaned into him.

König: You and König were stargazing in your backyard pointing out constellations if you looked close enough. König had you wrapping in his arms we wasn’t even looking into the sky he was just looking at you as you lightly started to sink into him and his warmth.

“There’s a Little Dipper over there you see it?” You said pointing into the sky he stopped focusing on you for a little bit to see where you were pointing.

“Oh yeah that cool isn’t it?” König said looking back at you. You shifted to look back at him

“Big dippers and little dippers are cool” you said maintaining eye contact with him he nodded at you you scooted up a bit and placed a kiss on his forehead he froze

“I love you König..” you said holding him close to you.

“I love you too Y/N”

#cod x reader #cod headcanons #simon riley x you #john mactavish #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #könig x y/n

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equallyshaw · 5 months

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the one where - | nico hischier

─ nico x erik johnson oc sister

warnings: swearing, anxiety attack. angst, thats all i can say. a bit slow burning as well. sexual themes at end, but its like pg.

word count: 5.8K

shoe link.

dress link.

clutch link.

second outfit.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the first time they met.

miranda stepped into the prudential arena for the first time since she had been hired by the management team. she followed the team assistant that had been waiting for her as soon as she walked into the staff wing, and the two made their way up to her office than she would be getting a personal tour of the arena. miranda johnson was hired as as the devils second in command to their head psychologist, thought she was hired for the social worker aspect. "is it true your erik johnsons little sister?" the assistant asked and the girl nodded towards the older girl. "yep unfortuntly." miranda hummed causing the blonde girl to giggle. "i have an older brother too- id like to kill him sometimes." and miranda laughed. "oh good lord, i want to sometimes as well. sometimes they need their lives threatened every once in a while." miranda joked as casey opened her office door.

four walls covered with grey paint, a desk, small leather couch, mini fridge, a tv, some fake succulents and a desktop computer filled the room. "home sweet home." miranda said softly, setting her bag down under the desk. "lets head down to the ice, I'm sure its different then denver." casey smiled and miranda grinned. "well for starters yall have no mountains." miranda joked. miranda had done her undergraduate and graduate degree at the university of denver, and as soon as her brother was traded she no longer wanted to be in denver. so she headed out to the east coast, looking for different jobs in the new york area and came across the devils. match made in heaven she thought, doing what she loved and working within the sport she adored. the two headed down talking about jersey and the team themselves, "i would say the captain does a great job of keeping the team together but he's also younger so sometimes it doesn't always work out." casey explained and miranda nodded. "good to know." she hummed, now walking down to the bench. the ice was clean, patiently waiting for the players. they sat on the bench taking in the quietness of the arena. "it definitely is different than ball arena." miranda commented, with slight sadness in her voice. the two spoke about the team, the coach and anything else casey had to say. they stood up just as some of the players began to filter out. "casey!" the boys said as they noticed the girls. they smiled at miranda before stepping out on the ice, and then nico stepped out. "hi casey!" he said and then stalled seeing the dark haired girl. casey noticed him trying to figure out who miranda was as she watched the players skate around. "oh this is miranda johnson, the new social worker we just hired for the team!" casey explained and miranda was pulled out of her trance and turned to look at nico. "miranda johnson, nice to meet you..." she trailed off as she held out her hand. he took off his glove and held out his hand, "nico hischier, captain." and she nodded before pulling back her hand. "hopefully we arent too much work." he joked and she waved him off, "nothing i cant handle." she smiled and he chuckled softly. "let me know if that's the case in a...week." he joked before stepping onto the ice. miranda looked at casey, "you're gonna hate jack hughes in a week." casey joked causing miranda to smile respectfully. "trust me, you will..." casey added, before the two headed back upstairs.

the time she ended up at his place. and one where she got fired.

it was saturday night, before a early afternoon game between her brother and the devils in jersey. she had been with the devils for about two months already and was enjoying her time, and most definitely understanding the chatter (mostly harmless) around jack hughes. he definitely had a lot to say, and most of the time it was just drama he wanted to talk about. she had to remind him many times, that she was a mental health professional not somebody who talked about drama all day everyday. he still came around, to do just that. but she enjoyed getting to know the other players and some of their wives, all of them wanting to meet the person on the team who had been knocking some sense into their men and who was making progress. like real progress. and creating an environment that made the team, staff, and everybody who came across her safe.

she smoothed down her black mini dress and stepped into her baby blue heels, making sure everything looked good before she left her apartment. she quickly made her way down to her car, sliding in and letting erik she was on her way. about 35 minutes later, she pulled up to the Italian restaurant in lower manhattan and pulled up to valet, letting them pull her car around back. she made her way in and greeted the hostess, and they took her towards her brother. "bean!" he said wrapping his arms around her 5'5 frame. "hi bear." she smiled, taking in the hug she had missed the most. they parted, and he pulled out the chair for his sister and she thanked him. "so tell me about jersey, how is it?" he asked as she sipped the wine he had ordered for the two. she smiled, "its good! i've pretty much have found my groove with everybody. i think they're really taking to my style of work and i think the way everybody has responded to it has been good. though." she paused giggling, "there is one guy that quite literally just wants to gossip with me, he knows my role and stuff but just wants to gossip. half the time its funny shit but others its like serious and so i tell him he cant go around blabbing his mouth but i know he doesn't listen." she said and ej laughed. "hows buffalo though, hows josty?" she questioned, a small smile forming on her soft pink lips. ej laughed, "he's great! he's happy to have me on the team...y'know he still asks about you." ej said grinning and miranda rolled her eyes. "last time i checked..isn't he the one that said we couldn't be together after he was traded? that he didn't want to do long distance?" she smirked, quirking an eyebrow. he shrugged, "i think because im now there, he realizes how much he's missed having a johnson in his life." he said with a toothy smile. she rolled her eyes, "alright big bear." she hummed.

as the dinner progressed, miranda's phone hadn't stopped vibrating in her clutch that sat next to her. erik took notice of it, but did not say anything at first. "hey randy, you wanna check your phone?" he asked slirping spaghetti in his mouth. her eyebrows creased in confusion, and she pulled out her phone to see multiple messages from nico as well as a few phone calls. she read the messages, nico clearly in some sort of distress. "do you need to take it?" ej asked and she looked up at him, "its one of the players." she said looking back down debating if she wanted to call or text. she chose the latter,

miranda: you ok?

nico: i dont know whats happening

miranda: whats going on? are you hurt? do you need an ambulance or me to call somebody?

nico: thats why i was calling you. my chest hurts, i cant breathe.

miranda sighed knowing what was happening.

miranda: do you need me to call?

nico: can you come over? i need to talk face to face with whatever this is

miranda thought long and hard, before looking back up at erik. "one of the players needs me to come to his place and i-i don't know." she paused to bite her lip, thinking if ethically she could. "ej-im sorry." she said looking up at him but he waved her off. "your job calls, don't worry randy. go, ill take care of the bill. ill see you tomorrow." he said standing up to hug the girl. the big bear wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head before they pulled apart. "ill let you know when i get home!" she said before taking off towards valet. she texted nico, asking for his address and he responded quickly. back to jersey.

she knocked on the highrise apartment, alerting the swiss inside. he stood up and dragged his feet towards the door and as soon as she saw the state of nico; she knew she was in for a long night. he opened the door wider for her, and she took in the surroundings. clean, crisp, and sleek, she thought. she turned around to face nico, keeping a bit of distant between the two. he took in her attire and then looked at her. "were you on a date?" he questioned, with somewhat of a distaste in his mouth. she shook her head, "no i was out with my brother. him and buffalo just got in." she said and he was confused. "my brother is erik johnson." and then nico's eyes went wide. "i had no idea, I'm so sorry!" he said feeling bad, his anxiety rising even more. she shook her head, "no no, its ok! i just want to make sure you are ok nico. whats going on?" she asked softly. he closed his eyes and sighed. she took in his composure and his inability to relax. may it be because he's the captain and he feels as if he can't show any weakness or maybe its pride. "take your time nico, you don't need to spit it out all at once i promise. whatever you feel comfortable with." she said trying to gage his reaction. he nodded, reopening his eyes, and looked towards the kitchen. "would you like some water?" he asked shooting himself in the foot, calling himself stupid for not asking it to begin with. "sure, ofcourse, thankyou." she said following him towards the kitchen now. she could tell that it was eating him up inside, and knew at some point she'd need to inquire about it. but tonight was not the night. she sat down at the island counter, and he pulled out a bottle of water for himself and her.

"how are you feeling right now nico?" she asked sipping a bit before setting it back down. he shrugged, "i feel a bit better, after you said you were coming i kind of calmed down a bit but my mind wont st-stop racing. which is causing my to be nervous about something, i have no idea." he rambled as bit and she nodded. "what are the thoughts you're having? are they about hockey, personal things, family?" she asked tilting her head to the side just a bit. he bit his lip, "its-its nothing." he said closing off, and she nodded "okay. in order for this to work nico and to understand more of why you called me, can you explain a bit about how you were feeling earlier?" she questioned, treading water. he was either going to answer it or retaliate and get upset. he sighed, "it felt like i had a weight on my chest or something, i couldn't breathe. my breathing was fast and shallow, i was sweating..i-i cried a bit." he said looking down at the ground. "I've never had that happen before though, it was a shock and so that made it worse." he said looking up at miranda. "well it is completely normal, nico. i can assure you that. sometimes our bodies can not always tolerate or compensate our anxiety. thus, leading to anxiety attacks. so we have chills, the sweats, overwhelming thoughts for various reasons. could be from work, could be our family or personal life or it can just be triggered for no apparent reason." miranda explained and nico nodded. "i don't want you to feel as if its wrong or that it means you are weak, because that is far from the truth. i like to say that when people have an anxiety or panic attack, it shows how strong mentally we are because to get to the point of an attack we would have had to gone through so much turmoil mentally and emotionally. and sometimes the only release is for those to happen. to think of how much you might have been taking on and that is remarkable in itself. besides, having an anxiety attack makes humans more resilient." and that made nico relax just a bit.

"well good thing you said that, i was feeling like a freak over here." he said cracking a small smile. she nodded, "yeah no, you are from a sneak i can assure you. if its considered to be a freak, then call me one. i don't wanna feel left out." she hummed, "you've had them before?" nico asked quickly. she nodded after realizing what she had said and the fact that she shared personal info, "uh yes. I've had them throughout my childhood and adolescence. its gotten better over my young adult years but i still get them occasionally. especially when i feel like a fraud at work or in my personal life." she said shrugging. "a fraud?" he questioned, moving towards the kitchen island and resting his elbows on it, their hands now only inches away from one another. she nodded, "yes. i believe and feel as if i don't belong where i have ended up. i believe that i don't know enough, have enough experience for the work i do. and then i don't feel as if i deserve the friends i have, especially the ones i made back in denver. I've always thought that if they did not know my brother, they wouldn't give me a second look." she said shrugging before she took some sips of water.

nico took in that information and his heart broke just a bit, she didn't understand what a god send she was. how kind, open hearted, always willing to help in any way she could and on top of that, she was hilarious. always had a joke or two to cheer up some of the guys. he didn't like how she sold herself short over friendships. "i don't buy that for one second." he said, "the friends part. you're pretty rad miranda." he hummed and she felt her cheeks heat up just a bit. "oh really? i guess ill add that to my case file." she said laughing, and nico chuckled softly with a smile forming.

"what do you like to do to relieve any stress or anxiety?" she asked, trying to regain focus on why she was here. he shrugged, "does hockey count?" he asked genuinely. she nodded, "ofcourse but that is also your job. so anything else that you do outside of work would be a good place to start." she said and he nodded. "i uh like to hang with the guys, um i read a bit, i like to workout and play video games." he said, "but i don't know if those count." he said but she nodded anyways. "ofcourse! anything you do to distract yourself in a healthy way and relieve stress are coping skills, the ones you have are great nico!" she said smiling and he nodded, mirroring hers. "i would stick with those but would not limit yourself to just those. there are so many out there, i can definitely offer some others when i go back into the office monday." she offered and he nodded.

"thankyou, i definitely am feeling much better now. you've relieved a lot of anxiety i had tonight, by just talking and listening to me." he stated and she nodded. "I'm glad nico, i find that talking about things in a safe place can do wonders. and having somebody understand you as well can be beneficial. would you like to come see at some point this week?" she questioned and he nodded. "yeah id like that." he said smiling. the smile he gave everybody closest to him. "great, ill send out a few times for you and we can go from there." she said standing up. he nodded, again taking in her outfit. "sorry, i came right from manhattan so i didn't have time to change." she said feeling self conscious, "nonsense..you look uh, you look really nice." he said. really nice? oh my god, he thought. "well uh thankyou nico, ill see you monday. text me if you need anything else." she said praying to the universe to get out of there as quick as possible. he nodded her walking her back to the front door, he thanked her once more and she slipped out.

she woke up the next morning to a text from her boss, stating the he needed to see her in the office today. she groaned as she stood up, her body feeling the effects of only getting 6 hours of sleep. she quickly got ready and stopped at starbucks before heading over there. when she walked into the arena, some of the players had just begun to arrive. she slipped between arena personal trying to get to her office. once she opened it, she saw nico sitting in one of the seat two seats in front of her desk. "ah hi nico, how can i help you?" she questioned setting her bag down under her desk and sitting down. "i wanted to apologize for calling you over last night. it was way outta line and it shouldn't have happened." he said feeling remorseful and guilty for the reprimand she was about to get, "oh uh, no problem nico. its all good." she said trying to reassure him but she could tell that by the look in his eye, it was not. "i have to go see larry, ill stop by and talk to you guys soon. just check in." she said as they both stood up. he only nodded before walking out. she sighed, placing her hands on her hips. what did all this mean? she did not have time to ponder anymore because larry knocked on the door. "hi larry! what did you want to speak about?" she questioned, her hand raising for him to sit down in front of her. he sat down sighing, not sure of how to say what he was about to say. "you're fired miss johnson, i'm sorry i have to do this. but you are not permitted to treat players at their residences." larry said feeling horrible, he really liked miranda but nobody from upper management liked that she did what she did. "wait-what? he was having a crisis! i went over there, besides. nobody wanted to tell me this, tell me what i cannot do?" she said as her heart beat began to rise. he shook his head, "it was in your contract." he stated and she shook her head. "larry excuse my language, but what the fuck? it was not!" she said taking out the contract she kept in her desk. she threw it on the table before them, "you no what no. I'm taking this." she said snatching it up and putting it in her bag. "seriously larry what the fuck. fuck you." she said angrily. she hoisted her bag up and threw open the door, and made her way down the hallway toward her car.

"miranda!" he screamed but she didnt budge. she continued walking faster now, weaving in and out of people. she sighed knowing that she was about to pass the lockerroom and most likely a group of guys playing soccer. "miranda!" larry yelled again, gaining some attention from people. "don't you fucking say another word larry. you guys will be hearing from my lawyer." she spat as she turned around to face him. larry froze taking in the words, and knew she was serious. the group of players looked up as soon as she had said that. all of them confused and looking at one another. she shook her head turning around and continued towards the exit. larry stood there shocked, and mentally panicking. they did not need a scandal to get out, and he quickly made his way out to find somebody in upper management.

the one where she confronts nico.

she sat at the bar, sitting next to a friend she had made in her time here in jersey. "i cant believe they didn't even give you a warning! fuck them, I'm never supporting them ever again." molly spat, and miranda chuckled. the two had had there fair share of cocktails the past 2 hours as they conversed. "but that means you can come work with me!" molly added causing the dark brunette to giggle. "we'll see. I'm sure erik would want me to come to buffalo." she sighed. "or ill go back to denver." she said shrugging. molly nodded before swearing, "you are fucking kidding me." she growled seeing some of the devils players walk in. miranda followed her eye sight before the taste of vile hit her throat. "fuck off." she mumbled, pinching her nose. "lets go." molly said looking at her phone calling an uber. "yes lets." miranda sighed, "lets head outside it'll be five minutes." molly said and they both stood up. as they began their dissent out, nico took notice of the dark haired girl. he immediately felt guilty and a sense of dread washed over him. "isn't that-" jack didn't even finish his sentence before nico was off to go talk to the girl. molly and miranda held hands as they filtered their way through and miranda felt a tap on her shoulder as they were close to the door. she turned around and looked up at nico. "oh no not you." she growled but he wouldn't let her leave that quickly. "wait miranda!" he said but she was not in the mood. "what do you have to say nico, huh? wanna let everybody else in the world know that i came to your place last night to talk? huh! you wanna tell explain to them that that was the only reason why i came over? you wanna tell management that that was all that happened? because they think other stuff happened and i'm you know quite disappointed in you, being the captain and all. let me know if you need some help, i know a great captain that can help you out if you need it." she seethed, molly and the rest of the team taking in the interaction between the two. nico felt like an ass watching her as she walked out. he felt like an idiot too for telling a trainer that they had seen each other last night. not thinking anything of it when they asked what he did over the two day break.

the one where nico apologizes.

miranda was back in denver by new years, taking on a new position with the denver hospital. she would be working in case management and was happy to be back with her friends and the organization that adored her. she worked part time for the avalanche, after nathan mackinnon begged for her to come on for the rest of the season. he accredited some of his work these past few years to her. even if she was just a student at the time, her advice had helped tremendously. it was right before all star break when the devils came into town and she was dreading the game. she stood down near the entrances that the players used to get to the lockerroom. she was chatting with the head sports psychologist about a research article they'd both read in the past when nico saw the girl. she did not notice him at first but when she heard jack, she knew that the devils were arriving. she turned to look when she heard the whiney voice call her name. barabra the psychologist laughed and then bid her goodbye until after the game. "if it isn't mr hughes." she said crossing her arms, "oh it is me johnson. I'm sure you've missed our gossip sessions." he said cheekily, smiling widely. she rolled her eyes, "not in the slightest, bud." she said smiling just a bit. he grabbed his chest where his heart was, "that hurts." he said causing her to giggle. she saw luke walk in and she smiled to him and he waved back with one. "hows luke doing?" she asked the older brother, and he shrugged. "taking it one game at a time. day by day." and she smiled. "well good, im glad." she hummed. nico stood by jack, waiting to continue their walk together but also hoped there would be a chance to apologize. "well jack, good luck with the game." she said bidding her farewell. he nodded, saluting her briefly before turning back around. as miranda was about to take off, she heard her name. "miranda!" nico called out, his thick swiss german accent sending shivers down her spine. she sighed stopping and turned around, "yes?" she asked curtly. "can we talk..in private?" he asked and she thought for a brief second. "come e're." she said motioning for him to follow. they walked off into a hallway over from the opponent's lockerroom that was deserted. "yes, nico?" she asked, and he sighed. he knew he didn't have much time, "im sorry." he blurted, and her lips turned inward. "im sorry i said something without clarifying what had happened. im sorry i didn't defend you or speak to management. i fucked up badly, i know that and i wish i could take it all back." he said taking in her reaction.

her arms were crossed per usual, her neutral stance. "nico, i-i cant talk about this." she said shaking her head. he knew why, he knew about the lawsuit going on. "yeah, i know. I'm sorry about it though." he said and she nodded. "yeah, thanks." she mumbled. " i really am, you were an asset to our team. larry couldn't crack half these guys in the time he's been here and it took you all of 2 days to. the guys miss you, especially me." he said the last part softer. her eyebrows crinkled, "you made my job easier ofcourse." he teased. "ahh gotcha." she said rolling her eyes playfully. "its unfortunate that you guys are the most affected by this. the constant in and out of psychologists and therapists is not good for the morale and the mental health of the team, so I'm sorry you guys are going through the ever-revolving door." she said and he nodded. "yeah its too bad. i don't particularly feel comfortable talking to any of them." he said non chalantly. alrighty, she thought. "i hope things get fixed soon nico, i really do. if any of the guys need a place to talk outside of larry, i can send some referrals out." she said looking at nico in the eye, and he nodded. "thankyou miranda and again...i really am sorry." he said genuinely. she nodded, "its all good." she said. "good luck tonight, you'll need it." she said grinning as she began to walk backwards towards her team. his face lit up in a cheeky smile one second and in the next she was gone.

the one where they confess.

molly and miranda laid out in the sun of sunny hawaii, as by week had finally rolled around for the nhl. molly jumping at the opportunity to join the girl, her brother and her brother's fiance. the two chatted for a while in the sun, sipping on some mimosas after brunch. miranda stood up, stating that she was going to get another. she walked from the private pool area where the villas were and walk towards the main one that had a bar. she took in her surroundings, lots of families, couples, and great, the familiar group of guys from jersey. she sighed hurrying towards the bar across from them, and she quickly ordered another mimosa and a water bottle. she tapped her fingers tapped the wooden bar and took in the slight chill that was coming off of the ocean just beneath them. "holy fuck- johnson?" she heard to her right and she turned to see john marino. "john!" she said smiling softly, "how are you?" she asked taking the mimosa and water bottle from the bartender. "good, good! can never be sad with by week." he mused and she nodded, "no you cant, or else i would knock some sense into ya." she teased and he laughed. "oh don't we know it." he said laughing. "randy!" she heard her brothers name from the left of her, and she turned to see him waving her over. "good luck with the rest of the season and have a wonderful rest of the week." she said before walking off.

she walked towards erik when she heard the group of guys talking loudly, all now looking over to see the girl. nico took in her two piece suit, the soft waves hanging off of her shoulders and the confidence she possessed. "whats up bear?" she asked erik, shielding her eyes from the sun. "dana wants to know if you guys wanna get dinner at 7." he stated and she nodded, "i don't see why not. we didn't have any plans." she said and erik nodded, "see ya bean!" and she smiled, "see ya big bear." and the two went their separate ways. nico watched as she went back to the private area with bungalows. he prayed to the universe he'd see her again.

it was 6:20 when molly and miranda went down to the hotel bar before dinner. the two had napped and sobered up since their mimosas and sun time. they stood there drinking some champagne, when molly had left briefly to use the washroom. miranda sat down on the bar stool and took out her phone. she heard the familiar deep voice of the swiss she hadn't seen for a few weeks. she turned to her right and saw him in black collard shirt, black suit jacket and black pants. he looked good, she thought. too good. she turned back to her phone and hoped molly would come back soon. "fancy seeing you here." she heard and she turned towards nico who had a toothy grin. "hi nico." she said setting down her champagne. "what can i do for ya?" she said turning towards him. "well for one you can let me join you." he said boldly and she was taken back, but found her self nodding softly. he sat down next to her, "how are you enjoying your by week?" he questioned, sipping his drink. "its been nice thus far, especially when i'm not the one footing the bill." she grinned and nico chuckled. "i told ej to spread the wealth one time years ago and thankfully he hasn't stop providing." she teased causing nico to laugh again. "all jokes aside, im extremely grateful for him. he just doesn't know how to take no for an answer." she said as nico looked at her. "oh really? so you're not a moocher?" he grinned, and she grinned. "not in the slightest!" she said placing a soft hand on his arm. he looked down at it, and then back at her. she didn't move it, especially not when he looked back at her. she left it there for a few seconds, before pulling away. "sorry, i should probably be finding molly. we've got dinner with my brother and his fiance." she said clearing her throat. nico nodded, a tad bit sad. "well i think she'll be a bit occupied for a while longer. saw john sneaking her into the elevator as i walked in." he mused and miranda's eyes went wide. "no way!" she said, her hand going back to the spot it had just occupied.

"things have happened since you left, that happened quickly after you screamed at me in the bar." he said and her face flashed through guilt and remorse. "yeah...sorry about that." she said biting her lip. he shrugged, "i needed it. it knocked some sense into me." he hummed finishing the rest of his drink. "well now i don't feel as badly." she grinned, enticingly. he looked at her, and she at him. her hand softly moved down his arm, her head cocking to the side. call it alcohol, call it the heat of the moment, or the fact that she'd been thinking about nico since she spoke to him in his apartment. "maybe you could also sneak me into the elevator." she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. nico had a mischievous look on his face, once he realized what she was getting at. "lets go." he said pulling her off of the bar stool by her hand.

as soon as they entered the elevator, nico placed his hands on her waist pulling her in closely. "god I've been waiting for this." he whispered in a husky voice. "oh really?" she teased innocently, catching the heat in his eyes. "hmm mmm. couldn't wait to tell you that i like you...the first moment we met i was a goner." he said as the elevator dinged to his floor. "is that so?" she grinned, feeling butterflies flutter in her chest. "uh huh. surprised you didn't notice that long stares, always finding ourselves in the same area and the smiles i reserved just for you." he said as they entered his room. "i thought you were just being nice, nico." she hummed, placing her hands on his chest. "oh no, only reserve those smiles for the girl who stole my heart one casual conversation at a time." he hummed sliding out of his suit jacket as she began to work on his buttons. "i feel quite flattered, cap." she grinned looking up at him with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

clothes were quickly discarded after that, teasing and many kisses were exchanged after that. "well its a good thing i like you too, nico." she said as she laid in his arms. she looked up at him with a smirk, before he leaned down and kissed her. "how bout i come to denver after the season ends?" he questioned and she nodded. "id really like that, really would." she smiled resting her head on his chest. they looked at one another for a minute more, "now tell me whats going on in that pretty head of yours." she smiled and he blushed. "where do i begin?" he smiled.

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Snow Day

Pairings: Fiance!Travis Kelce x Fiance!Reader

Words: 1,095

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Even though you and Travis had only been engaged for a couple of months and living together for about a year, you finally felt comfortable in the NFL life. Travis’ schedule was always busy, even in the off season, so while you spent the first couple of months of your relationship missing him and sitting around waiting for him to come home, you had learned to enjoy the quiet and find your own groove.

You settled into your morning bath, something that you looked forward to after your 5AM workout. Kansas City winters were cruel to your skin, so you loved to be able to sink into the hot water, the temperature just shy of scalding hot. You slid down the tub, allowing your head to dunk under the water, a few bubbles leaving your lips. You emerged from the water when you could no longer hold your breath, the bubbles on the top of the water’s surface clinging to your face. The soap was burning your eyes, so you kept them closed, reaching for your towel to dab your face.

Your tranquility was quickly ruined by the sound of the door opening, Travis walking in drenched in sweat, the stench of his training lingering in the air. Your eyes shot open to the sight of Travis stripping down and stepping one of his long legs into the top between your thighs. You shifted to sit up, his move surprising you. “What are you doing?!” “What? Ow! Why is it so hot, are you trying to burn your skin off?” Travis winced as he settled into the water. “Again, I ask, what are you doing?” You looked at your fiancé, who was interrupting your personal time. “Practice was canceled, we’re expecting a snowstorm.” He leaned forward to dunk his head under the water, his nose grazing your knee as he did so. “No, I mean why are you in the tub, with me?”

“Oh, I missed you. We need to spend more time together.” Travis shrugged. You turned your body carefully, sitting in between Travis’ legs, resting your back against his chest. His big hands wrapped around your waist, taking his time to touch multiple places on your body that tickled you. “Hey! Watch the hands or your gonna get kicked out of the bath.” Travis kissed behind your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ve got the day together, what do you want to do?” You raked your hands through the water, only a few bubbles left on the surface as the water temperature dropped.

“I have a long to-do list today, a lot of boring things though.”, you told Travis. “Alright, I’ll just follow your lead.” You rolled your eyes, this was going to be an interesting day.

First on the list, laundry. Travis had offered to hire someone to clean the house including laundry, but you thought that was silly, especially since you worked from home. Between a professional athlete, and a woman with an enviable wardrobe, you two accumulated a lot of laundry. “I haven’t seen these before.” Travis held up a pair of completely lace panties, a new pair you had picked up last week. You snatched them out of his hand with a quickness. “I’m surprised you even recognize any of my underwear considering how quickly you rip them off me. I have to replace my underwear way more often than the average person!” Travis threw himself on the bed, landing on top of a pile of clean towels. “You wouldn’t have that problem if you stopped wearing underwear completely, like I suggested.”

Next on the list, facetiming your family. Your family adored Travis, and he felt like part of the family, but you usually used this mid-day call when Travis was working to gossip and catch up with your sisters. Travis pulled a chair up to your desk in your office as you turned on your computer. “This is going to be boring for you, you can go watch some game tape or something if you want,” you admitted as Travis pulled out his phone. “I’ve been taking notes on some of y’alls favorite TV shows so I can keep up with your conversation.” He scrolled through his notes app, showing you the names of characters, he had jotted down from ‘Real Housewives’. You gave him a peck on the cheek, beaming with pride that he had been paying attention.

Lunchtime rolled around and you had only gotten a third of a way through your to-do list. Your 6’5”, 280 lb. distraction kept stealing you away for makeout sessions on the couch and the bed, but you weren’t complaining. Travis insisted on taking care of lunch, so you used the time to send some work emails. The smell of potatoes peaked your attention, so you sauntered to the kitchen, Travis plating some steaks and roasted potatoes. “That smells amazing, baby.” You followed Travis into the dining room, sitting down to dig into the delicious meal. “How is the off season going?” Travis swallowed before answering. “Good, the team looks really good already. Everyone’s healthy.” “That’s good.” You shook your head up and down hoping you were convincing. Travis chuckled, sitting back in his chair. “It’s okay, baby.” You gave your fiancé pleading eyes. “I really am trying, babe, there are just so many terms to remember, and I still can’t tell the difference between rushing yards and whatever other yards there are.”

By the time the sun was starting to set you were satisfied that you had gotten as much done as you were going to in the day. You and Travis bundled up from head to toe in snow gear because the dogs needed to get their exercise. A walk around the neighborhood was going to have to suffice because the snow was already a foot high and a trip to the dog park was out of the question. The sound of snow crunching under your feet and heavy breaths as you trekked through the snow were all you could hear. You grabbed Travis’ hand, giving it a squeeze before you pulled him into the snow, him face planting into a pile atop the sidewalk. “Are you okay?” you asked in between giggles. “Can you at least help me up, traitor?” Travis reached out for your hand, and as soon as you grabbed he pulled you into the snow. He hovered above you before he pulled you in for a kiss, gentle and warming to your icy cold lips. “I love snow days”, you said to yourself.

#travis kelce fic #travis kelce fluff #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #traviskelce #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl fluff #nfl imagine

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need the princess, the baby girl, the absolute girl boss that is trophy husband terzo making a nice meal for his partner (and maybe also making a nice meal out of them)

terzo is the ultimate wife guy! mdni! 18+ under the cut!

You slam your car door shut. Traffic had been unbearable that day and it took you almost two hours before you finally made it home. Relief has not washed over you yet. Anger is still bubbling up inside you and you may or may not have lost it at a few shitty drivers while trying to make it home.

It had been a long day. Even though you typically enjoy your job, there are always bad days every so often and today was one of them. You were pulled in so many different directions and were up against several deadlines. The good thing about this job is that you were able to leave all of that at the office. Still, there are times when the stress stuck with you even after you had made it home for the day.

The minute you open the door, the scent of something delicious wafts to your nose. There’s clanging in the kitchen and you can hear your husband joyfully singing. You close the door behind you and all the sounds immediately halt.

“La principessa é a casa!” He sings and quickly exits the kitchen to come greet you. Terzo uses one hand to take your purse from you and the other slings around your waist. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “I am almost done making lobster ravioli, amore.” You lean against him and linger in his arms, longer than usual.

“Tough day, eh?” He whispers into the shell of your ear. You give a small grunt and nod against him. “Get comfortable, dinner is almost ready.” Terzo kisses you again, this time on your forehead. He then scurries on back to the kitchen and starts singing again, full volume.

If it was anyone else, his overwhelming positivity would annoy you. But you think back to when you met. You both were in bad places. You didn’t know what you wanted out of life and he had left the only home he ever knew. He was miserable and bitter for a long time, even after the two of you started dating. Perhaps, you two weren’t right for each other when you came together.

But you two have grown so much since all those years ago. Neither of you wanted to get married and now, here you are, married with a home of your own. He is so happy and even with bad days at work, so are you. Coming home to him every day is what you look forward to.

You feel like a person again once you’re back down the stairs, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. The smile you are met with once you enter the kitchen makes your heart melt.

“Thank you, Terzo.” You take a seat at the table as he puts your plate in front of you.

“Thank me? No, no, no. Thank you for working so hard today, amore. So, what happened?”

You explain your day to him and he hangs onto every word. He asks you questions and really tries to understand the ins and outs of your job. He may be the best listener you have ever met and you feel lucky that he is yours.

And the lobster ravioli is to die for, of course. You gobble it up between chatting with him about his day. He took care of some yard work and cleaned up the basement a bit. The basement is full of old keepsakes from the time he spent in the clergy and he had been going through the boxes little by little, saying goodbye to things that remind him of the tough times.

“I will do the dishes.” You declare.

“No, no, you’ve already done enough today, I—“

“Terzo. I am doing the dishes and you can’t stop me.” You giggle and he gives a dramatic sigh. It was always a “fight” but it was the absolute least you could do.

You finish the dishes quickly and come out to the living. Terzo is perched on the couch skimming through a magazine. You crawl next to him and snuggle up underneath his arm. He puts the tv on and the two of you mindlessly watch whatever shitty Netflix series is out. His hand rubs up and down your back, dipping just underneath your shirt to touch at your sensitive skin.

“We must have our dessert.” Terzo hums after a while, his hands finding your waist and positioning you on your back. Before you’re able to respond, his face is between your legs, kissing at your inner thighs. You suck in a shaky breath as he tugs at your shorts and underwear and pushes them down. “You’ve been waiting for me to serve you this, no?” He grins at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

He dips down and runs his tongue over your already slick folds. Your hips jerk and he firmly placed his hands on your side to pin you down. Terzo’s lips find your clit, sealing them around it as he sucks and flicks his tongue across your sensitive bud. You whine softly, tilting your head back on the couch, your eyes fluttering shut.

He presses two fingers against your entrance as he slowly pulls himself from your clit. A deep moan rumbles from your chest and he chuckles against your stomach, pushing his fingers inside and curling them just so. Your legs tremble and your hips jerk again with a soft breath. His eyes meet yours and you can tell that he’s grinning again. He looks so mischievous, his raven hair falling into his face.

Terzo pumps his fingers in and out of you, watching you intently and taking in your delicious sounds. He dips down and uses his mouth to work your clit again, groaning quietly at the taste of you. Even after all these years, he couldn’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. He is devouring you as you arch your back, your hands falling to his hair. You tug at his locks as you grind into his face. He growls and adds another finger, his thrusts and curls growing faster. You moan deeply and finally the pleasure overtakes you and you’re left crying out his name as you cum against his face.

He slides up your body and kisses you deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. You pull him in even closer and he nestles himself between your legs and he rests one of his hands on your cheeks. Terzo leans back from the kiss and the two of you just admire each other for a moment before he breaks into a sweet smile.

“I love you, amore.” He purrs against your lip and presses his forehead against yours. “I love you so much.”

#terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus x reader #terzo request

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Coughs and Cuddles - B.Floyd

pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Female!Reader genre: tooth rotting fluff Warnings: Fevers, cough, sickness, Bob Floyd is a cute ass motherfucker and needs to be treated as such word count: 900 Note: I can literally feel the pneumonia marinating in my lungs, and so I present Nurse Bob:)

Bob knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He knew when you were hungry, when you were tired, when your cycle was about to start, and when you were getting sick. You hated being sick. The fever, the chills, the constant hacking up a lung. Not to mention, if you were really sick, you had to take a day or two off of work. Flying while you were sick was a thousand times worse than flying normally. The pressure in your head felt like a knife being driven into your skull over and over. So when Bob heard that first sneeze, he knew that you were going to be in bed sick tomorrow morning.

And he was right. You woke up drenched in sweat, and calling out his name. Bob had already called Maverick that morning to tell him that neither one of you was coming in. He had stocked up the night before, leaving work early to go to the store. He was down in the kitchen making you tea with honey when he heard the pitiful sound of your voice. His heart broke on sight as he finished setting up the tray with everything.

“I’m right here,” Bob said, gently pushing the door open.

“I don’t feel good,” You said and Bob nodded. He set the tray down on the bedside table.

“Can you sit up?” He asked and you nodded weakly. Bob helped you sit up, and then fluffed the pillows behind you. He then placed the back of his hand on your forehead, and frowned. Double checking, he grabbed the thermometer on the tray, “Under the tongue, honey.” You opened your mouth and he stuck the thermometer in.

“Ya know this isn’t the most-” Your words ceased as Bob grabbed another thermometer, this one was one that was placed on your forehead. He smiled at you as he waited for them to go off. When they went off, Bob looked at them both and frowned.

“102.4, a fever,” Bob said, “Like I thought. What else is wrong?”

“My tummy,” You muttered.

“I got you some buttered toast, tea, ginger ale, and saltines. Eat the toast first, and then I can give you some tylenol-”

“I can’t-”

“It’s the gel capsules,” You hummed and Bob leaned down to kiss your forehead, “You lay here,” He grabbed the remote from the middle of the blankets, “And watch the Bachelor, while I go do laundry.”

“Bob, that mountain has been growing for like a month,” You guys had been so busy with work lately that the last thing you guys had time to do was laundry. The clean clothes basket had been overflowing for weeks.

“It’s fine. Eat first, tylenol, oh and here,” He grabbed the cool washcloth that was also folded on the tray. You leaned forward a bit and put it around your neck, “Help cool your temp and break the fever. Call if you need anything, I love you.” He pecked your lips before heading out of the room. Bob knew that when you were sick that you didn’t like people to dote on you hand and foot. You were thankful that he let you have your space, and shifted a bit to get more comfortable and turned the TV on.

You must’ve dozed off at sometime cause the next time you woke, it was to Bob rubbing your back. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to see the panic in Bob’s eyes. Bob caressed your cheek as you took a deep breath, which resulted in a fit of coughing. He helped you sit up a bit, clearing your airway. He rubbed your back gently as you doubled over from coughing.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke.

“You started whimpering and shaking. I could hear you down the hall in the office,” Bob said, and then checked your forehead, “I think it was your fever breaking. Kind of scared me.” You frowned at that, seeing his big blue puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh no, honey, don’t apologize. I’m sorry for not checking you more often. I came in like two hours ago and you were fast asleep. Looked kinda cute, so I went to work so you could sleep more. How are you feeling?”

“Slightly better,” You admitted, “But I think I do need something?”

“What is it?” Bob looked around, “Water? Shoot, I didn’t get you any water, I’ll go-” You grabbed his hand to stop him from running to the kitchen to get you water.

“I need a bubble bath,” You said, and watched as a smile broke across Bob’s face, “Followed by cuddles. Doctors orders.”

“The doctor, huh?” Bob smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “You sit tight, pretty girl, I’ll go get it started. Lavender or Rose Petal soap?”

“Mmm, lavender.”

“Sure thing. Don’t you move an inch, I’ll come get you when it’s ready,” He pointed at you, and you gave him a mock salute. Bob chuckled as he walked towards the bathroom. You sighed and flopped back down on the pillows. You looked up at the ceiling as you listened to the water being turned on.

“Yeah. . . I’m gonna marry him,” You said aloud.

"What was that babe?!" Bob yelled from the bathroom.

"Nothing!"

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Robert Evans as the Riddler.

It is 2019 and riots are breaking out all over Gotham. What started as peaceful protests over police violence, accountability, and the death of Joe Chill quickly escalate when the GCPD GCPDed. People are angry that the police managed to solve the Wayne family murder in under a week while thousands of existing cases are ignored.

Moreover, just as quick as elderly black man Joe Chill was implicated in the murder, he was also shot dead by police. The cops said they exchanged gunfire with Chill and he was struck while running away. The autopsy showed that he was beaten before being shot point blank in the back of the head. The cops were never even put on leave. Gotham exploded.

Enter journalist Ed Nigma. Nigma, a brash, 30 something thinkpiece writer has covered conflicts across the globe and even he has never seen violence on this level. He jumps into the streets, covering the inner-city war zone.

Police tanks parade down the street. Rows of armored police shoot tear gas and beanbags into teenagers with gas masks and cardboard signs.

Ed is interviewing first aid teams carrying milk jugs when he is caught in a kettle. Despite wearing a vest and helmet loudly declaring him as PRESS, he is beaten into a coma.

Six months later, the riots have been suppressed. A handful of cops have been suspended as a concession to the people. Tanks still roll in the streets. Ed disappears from his hospital bed.

Another year and the security theater has only grown. The police coffers swell and they are spending as quick as they receive. New transfer Jim Gordon doesn't get it. Drones and acoustic deterrents and crowd suppressants andAI facial recognition.. Jim's too old for that.

A beat cop from Chicago, Gordon keeps it clean. Descendant of militant abolitionists, Jim will do what's right, no matter the cost. His sense of justice led him to police work. His sense of morals led him into the path of his superiors, who punished him by sending him to the dirtiest precinct in the country.

His first assignment is reports of a strange podcast (what is that even? You have to what? What's an app?) that seems to be threatening local industrialist Derek Powers. Jim listens through the three available episodes. They cover Powers; his early life in South Africa and Venezuela. Inheriting his fortune. Claims of slavery and rape and murder. Each episode ends with a promise to kill Derek.

The episodes are listed as a four parter, with the last one streaming tonight. Jim tunes in with the help of his daughter, Barbara (that girl is smart!). Jim makes her leave as the host has a rather filthy mouth and is quite raunchy.

It starts normally enough. A list of social connections that reads like a terrorist watch list. Flights to isolated islands. Associations with the police. This last part catches Jim off guard, as it details Powers' involvement in the Joe Chill protests. The host alleges that Powers paid off commissioner Loeb to get extra protection around his building and giving them permission to get extra hands on if necessary.

"And that's it for ol' international pervert and expert trout seducer Derek Powers. Hey, Sophie, you know what- what really.. really.. uh, explodes? My office building? Aw, fuck, I fucked up that transition. Anywho, join us next week on the podcast whose name is literally just a question mark when we start a three parter on Ace Chemicals and the incredible world of crowd control!"

Gordon sits in silence for a minute. If what this.. 'Riddler' says is true.. Powers is a monster. A sick Bastard. A.. a.. His phone rings. It's Bullock. Jim thinks Harvey Bullock is only putting on the airs of a dirty cop. Somewhere under that trench coat and cigar is a decent guy trying to do good in a place that actively tries to beat you down. Bullock says to turn on the news. Powers Plaza has been bombed. Derek and six shareholders are dead.

His eyes move from the burning tower on the TV to the podcast app on his computer. The question mark logo purple on green. What the hell is going on in Gotham City?

#the riddler #robert evans #behind the bastards #ed nygma #jim gordon #batman

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multific · 1 year

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Slow Dance

Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Summary: You always admired his tattoos.

Every time he wrapped his arms around you, you just admired the ink on his skin.

Of course, your favourite was the one in the middle of his chest. You kissed that one many many times.

But his arms were filled. Right up to his shoulders both of his arms were covered and he even had some on his legs. One of his favourites was a newer one he got, a rather cliché one but he made you wear dark lipstick and kiss a piece of paper, you were so confused but the next day he came back with the exact print of your lips on his chest, right above his heart.

He did that for your anniversary and you had a doubt the red lace you had in mind was nowhere near as good.

Jesse was a strange man, he was very particular. He was very clean and organised. Everything had its place. In the beginning, you found it strange that such a man would allow ink to be put in his skin but it soon started to make sense.

The Skull on his chest showed his status, his true self.

Chromeskull.

At the start, you thought that the Chromeskull was just an identity of his, but soon you realized Jesse was more like the part he's hiding and the Chromeskull is his real, true self.

But you loved both, and both loved you.

He was sitting at his table, you assumed working while you sat on the small couch in his office with your legs laid in front of you.

"Found a new piggy?" you asked as you saw his eyes shine in a way it only did when he found something new. It was a very different shine from the way he looked at you.

He nodded and turned his laptop. The woman on the screen looks almost identical to you, same hair colour, and around the same weight.

Your expression dropped a little, your eyes met his. So far, the women he killed were nothing like you. Complete opposite so to see someone who looks almost like you, gave you the expression he wanted to kill you perhaps.

"She- uh...She looks nice, hope you'll have fun with her." you said as you quickly walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

Why were you panicking? Throughout the many years you spent with him, it never once occurred to you that he might want to hurt you. So, why were you so on edge right now?

You never even noticed the door opening next to you only when you caught something moving out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm not feeling well." you said as you turned to wash your face.

"She looks like you and it bothers you." his text-to-speech said as you dried your face and looked at him.

"It's just-"

"I'd never hurt you."

"I know Jesse, its just-"

"I'll never hurt you, she looks like you, yes, but that is it. I will never hurt you, you mean too much to me." you knew that, he didn't have to say it, you knew that, but then why did you react the way you did?

"I know, Honey, I just never expected for it to really... None of them ever looked like me and I know you will never hurt me, it just worries me."

"I'll find a new Piggy." the voice said after a couple seconds. "I will not be able to do it, she will remind me of you too much."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, really I'm okay with it."

"I wanted to try out something new, someone different and that's how I found her, I didn't even realize she looked like you until your reaction." you nodded, understanding that sometimes he really didn't see the person but rather the piggy in them.

"It really is okay, Jesse. Do as you wish, I'll be here. I'm hungry so I'll go and make something, would you like dinner?"

He nodded before he took a step and hugged you, pulling you close before he too joined you in the kitchen.

He could tell you weren't 100% sure so he wanted to comfort you.

And he knew one was to do just that. After dinner, you two went to the living room, you were searching for something to watch on TV while he turned on the radio, putting a nice slow song on, you looked at him.

He had his hand out, waiting for you to take it. And you did. He started to slow dance with you, the same song played as on your wedding, it really reminded you of it.

You had two weddings, on for the public and the other just for you where he wore his mask.

Sometimes it still surprised you that a man who is so gentle with you can be so cruel to others, but you didn't care about others. You cared about him.

He then suddenly pulled back and removed his shirt, letting your eyes roam along his delicious-looking skin, you looked up at him.

He then pulled you back, placing one of your arms on his back, the other on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat.

You recalled how truly handsome he was before the accident, you still found him very very handsome, you made sure to often tell him so he wouldn't forget. You remembered the past as the song played, as your fingers roamed his skin.

"I love you," you said not like he didn't know. You placed a kiss right where is lips tattoo was as your eyes locked with his, you knew he felt the same, you didn't need to hear it, he proved it every moment. "You go and get that piggy."

He wanted to smile but his scars didn't really let him, so he just nodded once.

Because right in that moment he realized, no matter how many women he kills, no matter how many of them look like you, he will never be able to hurt you.

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kingpin ⦾ nine

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2325 warnings: moving, boxing,

summary: in which bob’s intense and emery is feeling things

author’s note: we’re slowly learning more about the characters and seeing bob and emery interacting a bit more 🤭

eight | kingpin | ten

The weekend came around fast and Emery had finally packed all of her belongings into the back of the U-haul. Penny had helped them finalise the lease on the first apartment during the weekend, and while Nat had fronted most of the bond, she knew Emery would pay her back.

Emery had worked up a sweat helping Nat bring out all of her belongings. They’d sold Emery’s beat-up little Toyota Corolla, which would pay for their food and the cost of the U-haul, but was one less thing for them to worry about. For now, their mission was to travel back to Los Angeles and start unpacking.

Emery had picked the truck up from the lot in the city after work on Friday evening. She’d had to finish a little earlier, but Bob knew why. He’d encouraged her to leave her car in the lot at the office, and had driven her to the depot himself. The gesture was kind and she’d appreciated that he was eager to help in any way, even offering to help unpack if they needed it. She’d assured him they’d be fine and make a weekend of it.

That, and she didn’t really want her boss in her apartment.

He’d told her to call if she had a change of heart, then she’d put the last of her money towards the deposit for the truck and drove back home. Nat was waiting at her apartment when Emery arrived back, and had already loaded up her own car with a few things. Spending about an hour moving all of Emery’s things into the truck before winding up at Nat’s and ordering pizza while they cracked on. Working late into the evening to get the majority of the things packed. Keeping only Nat’s mattress and tv in the apartment so they could watch a movie in bed.

By the time Saturday morning came around, they spent an hour at both places cleaning thoroughly before their landlords took their keys, promising their bonds would be returned to their accounts within the week. Then was the drive back to the city. Nat led the way in her Nissan while Emery followed in the U-haul.

Penny was there to meet them, alongside the landlord to officially hand over the keys and help them get settled in. The landlord was a lovely woman named Heather, who they’d briefly met while going over the lease agreement. From what Penny had told Heather, she knew the two girls were in a tight pinch for funds. Heather assured them she wouldn’t expect the extra week’s rent until the three month mark, to give them time to settle in and earn their keep.

Emery found it weird. She knew landlord’s to be money hungry sharks who couldn’t care less for their tenants. Natasha beamed brightly. “Thank you so much, but we’ll be able to pay it at the start of the next month.”

Heather made her leave shortly after welcoming them to the building, while Penny stuck around a little longer.

“Do you need any help moving your things in?” She asked.

It was a struggle to get their things downstairs. Neither Emery nor Nat anticipated how hard it would be to get them up. They assured Penny they’d be fine before she bade farewell.

“My boss offered to help if we really need him to,” Emery said as they struggled to get the mattress out of the truck. “I’d rather he not be in our apartment, but maybe we do need help.”

“Does he seem like a creep?” Natasha asked.

“No,” Emery replied. “More like a personal boundary thing.”

“I get it, but it might be worthwhile to make the call,” Natasha agreed.

“Okay,” Emery said, grabbing her phone and dialing Bob’s number. Natasha started on the smaller items in boxes while Em waited for Bob to answer.

“Hi,” Bob exhaled heavily. Emery rolled her eyes.

“Hi Bob,” she greeted as warmly as she could. “You know how you offered to help my sister and I move?”

Bob let out a breathy chuckle. “You changed your mind about that, huh?”

“Yeah, guess I did,” Emery said softly. “I understand if you’re busy…you sound like I interrupted something.”

“Just boxing,” he assured her, whistling off to the side to grab someone’s attention. “You guys mind helping me move some stuff?!”

Emery paused as she strained to hear any response from whoever Bob was talking to. The clearest answer was “when?”

“Now, I’m assuming,” Bob told the man who spoke. Then, to Emery, he said, “text me the address. I’ll bring some friends, get it done quicker.”

“Alright. Thank you so much, Bob.”

“See you soon.”

Emery put her phone away as Nat strolled back outside. “He’s on his way and bringing friends.”

“Did he say how long they’d be?” She asked.

Emery shook her head. “No, but they’re apparently boxing,” she replied, handing another box to Nat before grabbing one of her own.

“I wonder if they go to Fitch’s,” Nat mused as they started inside.

“Guess we’ll soon find out.”

They managed two more trips upstairs with boxes before Emery spotted Bob walking towards the truck, flanked either side by two equally gorgeous men. The one on the right was almost broodingly handsome, face set like he was daring someone to piss him off. The one on the left wore a much more relaxed smile that put her at ease.

“Thank you for coming,” Emery said with a smile, looking between each of the three men. “Hope it’s not cutting into your boxing practice too much.”

“Was almost finished anyway,” Bob assured her. “This is Coyote and Payback.”

He pointed to them both as he said their names. Emery greeted them warmly before introducing Nat, her sister.

“Payback’s my new boss,” Natasha said.

Joy. Emery’s boss is friends with Nat’s boss. Small world.

Emery kept the smile on her face, though she was sure she didn’t look pleased by the new information. Instead, she busied herself and put them to work. Telling them they were up on the sixth floor and only needed help with the couch and bed, because suddenly, she wanted them gone sooner rather than later.

Together, they all made quick work of unloading the truck and Nat’s car. It took them close to an hour, but was a lot quicker than either woman had anticipated.

“Where’s your bed?” Bob asked, standing in the doorway of Emery’s bedroom. She had a chest of drawers and boxes with her belongings in the room, but no actual bed. She couldn’t blame him for being curious, though she wished he’d drop it.

“It’s getting delivered this afternoon,” she was quick to lie.

Bob studied her quietly. He made her feel small under his scrutinizing gaze. He didn’t look convinced by her lie, but she was grateful he didn’t press any further.

“Thanks for your help again,” she told him.

Bob hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll see you on Monday, Emery. Welcome to LA.”

Emery stared after him as she watched him leave, making sure the door to their apartment closed before she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding.

“He’s cute. Intense, but cute,” Natasha said.

You’re not wrong there, Emery thought in agreement. “I’ve gotta take the U-haul back to the lot. Mind following me?”

A full day of unpacking on Saturday saw the apartment looking more habitable. The couch Emery had been using as a bed was now the main couch, with Nat’s armchairs adding to the lounge furniture. Emery had taken the mattress into her room – she had her own room now, not a studio where everything was in the one room, – and she loved it. Sure, she’d save to buy a decent bed later on, but for now she was happy.

Since Nat had put the most money towards their bond, Emery had insisted she take the room with the ensuite attached. She didn’t mind, in all honesty. Nat had more belongings than Emery did. It was a no-brainer.

After they returned the U-haul to the lot, they stopped off to pick up a few groceries to stock the fridge and cupboard. Nat enjoyed meal-prepping for the week, but given that they were balling on a budget currently, she opted for prepping their dinners instead. If anything was leftover, they’d be able to take it for lunch during the week.

Emery enjoyed her first night in their new apartment, even if she was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. She had to think of the positives. They’d made the move together. They’d both found amazing new jobs that would be able to provide them a better life than they’d previously known.

She kept being reminded of FBY, the account the Floyd’s paid fairly regularly. Was it a charity or a not-for-profit organisation? Was it a client? Either way, knowing there was a five grand payment scheduled every Wednesday had her on edge. She didn’t want to snoop in case her hunch was right, and the Floyd’s had affiliations with the mob. But she couldn’t in good conscience keep the payments going through every week until she had answers.

What if the account belonged to the diner guy? The guy who’d gloated about how much he’d stolen from Floyd. Was Floyd even the same Floyd she now worked for? What were the chances of them all being connected?

She couldn’t talk to Nat about it. Emery knew she could, but knowing now that Nat’s new boss was friends with her own boss…she didn’t want Payback to pass on anything she wasn’t sure about yet. Nat would never gossip about Emery’s concerns, especially not if they were as important as Emery feared they were. Still, she wasn’t willing to take that risk. She didn’t want to get Nat involved in whatever the fuck was going on.

Emery had a restless sleep that first night. She enjoyed the happiness she felt of living with Nat again, but her mind was racing. She needed an outlet for her frustrations – needed to process them in a productive way, – so when Nat suggested they sign up for a beginners boxing class together, Emery jumped at the idea. Eager to work up a sweat and hit something if it meant she could actually sleep at night.

With everything going on, the move, a new job, and her theories about what business the Floyd’s were running, it’d been a minute since Emery had been to one of Nat’s spin classes. She was hoping that they’d be able to take this class together instead, at least until Nat built up her clientele at Fitch’s Boxing Gym. She was excited as Nat gave her the tour, and surprised when Payback stopped by to chat.

“Hey, good to see you here,” he greeted warmly. “Nat mentioned you attended a few of her spin classes, and while we don’t have those, I mentioned that we do offer a lot of other classes. Glad to see you’ve decided to check one out.”

He had a calming presence that Emery found herself relaxing in. Offering him a warm smile back. “I’m excited to try something new. New job, new city, why not a new fitness class?”

He laughed softly. “That’s a great mindset to have,” he told her. “Hopefully something piques your interest. I know a lot of combat exercises isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I want you to feel comfortable here. Give a couple different classes a try until you find one that fits. We offer Jiu Jitsu, boxing and self-defense classes, but I’m sure Nat’s given you the run-down.”

“She has, but I’m still keen to give them all a try. Can’t hurt, right?” Emery replied with a laugh of her own.

“Let me know when you find one you like, or if there’s a couple then I’ll do a deal for you. Like a friends and family discount of sorts,” he replied.

“Thanks, Payback, I appreciate that,” she said. He wished her luck with her class, letting her find Nat again. “Your boss is so cool.”

“Your boss looks like he wants to kill him for even talking to you,” Nat replied. Emery followed her line of sight to where Bob was standing in the ring, Coyote clearly saying something to him. When he noticed Emery was staring, he gave her a small half-smirk before turning away.

“He’s so fucking intense,” Emery said quietly. She’d felt a shiver run down her spine under his steely gaze and had barely been able to suppress it. Now, with his attention turned away from her, she stopped fighting it.

Nat’s words stuck in Emery’s mind. He looks like he wants to kill – she was right. His eyes had been cold and his features hard, and even now as he fought Coyote, she could see the power behind each punch. The way he was quick and light on his feet. He could do serious damage if he wasn’t hindered by the boxing gloves or headgear Coyote was wearing.

Bob didn’t have that; the headgear. He managed to duck and avoid each one of Coyote’s calculated hits, and she wondered if he was letting Bob win. Surely not. Both men looked like they belonged in the ring, but Emery had seen Bob in a suit. She knew he was a businessman, and a finely dressed one at that.

Sighing, she turned her attention to the instructor who had just introduced himself and tried to pay attention. Bob’s grunting kept her mind otherwise occupied and she found herself tuning into their fight. Watching the way both he and Coyote moved – fluid, like water. A well-rehearsed dance around the ring with several hard hits being thrown in the mix. It was an art. She was transfixed, and the noises her boss was making had no business siring erotic thoughts in her mind.

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Castle x reader - my badass hero

FRANK CASTLE X BADASS READER ONS OMS OMG PLEASE LIKE SPIDEER READER AND ROMANCE PLWASE HOKY SHIT - @nyxiethesimp 💜

Walking into the precinct, you were aware of all the gazes on you, and you pushed the man forward you were holding.

“You win again.” Beckett said.

Grinning under the mask a little bit, you jumped on a desk and sat in it, swinging your legs back and forth.

“You called for help, I helped, it’s what I do.”

“You’re a vigilante, last time I checked that is illegal.”

“Yeah but I’m on your side, so, in a way isn’t that a win for you Detective?”

She hummed a little bit, slapping you in the back of the head with some files.

“Get out of here.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You jumped of the desk, holding your hand out your shot a web at the flask that was sat on the table and waved it in the air.

“Later!”

“Hey come on!” Beckett yelled.

You headed back to the elevator and stood in it, giving her a little wave as the doors closed.

Leaning against it, you waited for the doors to open again, and you grinned even more as you stepped out, handing the flask towards the man gawking at you.

“No way…”

“Heya Castle. Take this back to Beckett for me.”

He took it without a work and watched as you made your way towards the doors.

“Wait! Wait! Come on!”

Castle tried to chase after you, and just a he got outside he watched as you went swinging into the distance.

He just stood there in awe.

Of course Castle knew where to find you, so later on that night he made his way to the top of his apartment building.

“You could just come inside, like a normal person.”

You shrugged a little.

“It’s more fun this way.”

“Right, right. So… am I ever going to get a tour of the city like that?” He grinned.

Castle walked over, placing his hands on your shoulders and frowned as he pulled his hand away.

“You’re bleeding, are you alright?”

You swatted his hand away, turning around to look at him.

“It’ll heal in no time, get outta here.”

“I live here!”

You grinned a bit, standing up, pacing back and forth.

“Yup, and it’s so easy to break into your building, nice clothes by the way, probably should get some locks though.”

“You didn’t..”

You laughed, jumping over him, landing on the other side.

“Nah, I didn’t. I did take some food from your fridge though, being a vigilante don’t pay all that well you know.”

“Are we at least going to take a look at that wound?”

“Nah, I gotta go, later.”

Jogging over, you pulled the bottom part of your mask up and kissed his jaw before running towards the edge and jumping.

Castle rolled his eyes and made his way back down the stairs.

He knew you broke into his apartment most nights, it’s why he always had extra food.

But he had never seen you bleed before, and it did worry you, despite how he knew you could look after yourself.

So, he kept himself glued to the TV, watching the news waiting for you to appear.

And when you did you were in a clean suit, no sign on injury as you helped the NYPD tackle a few thugs who had been targeting stores.

He sat there, popcorn in a bowl in his lap as he watched you dodging attack after attack.

He was practically on the edge of his sit, these guys didn’t seem to be playing around.

But soon you got them down, stuck in a trap of webs that you had made, and after some small talk with the officers you were gone.

He carried on watching the news, and soon enough he heard a small clatter come from his kitchen.

“Seriously! Just knock!”

“Shut up!”

He chuckled.

Castle sat there, waiting for you to come through, and after a short while you did, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

“You’re going to run out of suits you known.”

“It’s fine, I’ll make more.”

You stood next to him, taking some popcorn from him as you stood watching the news.

“Ah. No. You’ve done enough. Sit.”

Castle quickly changed the channel.

You sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and when he was sure that you weren’t looking he reached over, trying to get a look at your injury.

You quickly brought your hand up, grabbing his wrist, tilting your head back in order to look at him.

“Don’t.” You warned.

“Just a look, please?”

“It’s fine.”

He sighed, moving his hand away from your shoulder, placing it on your head instead.

“All I’m saying is that you need to be more careful. Or even better stop.”

“I thought you liked a badass, crime fighting vigilante Richard castle.”

“Not when you come over bleeding and injured.”

“Eh, get used to it.”

Castle sighed, turning to face you.

“But you shouldn’t, you can get a safer job.”

You turned to him, standing up.

“Castle it’s not that simple, I got given this power for a reason, I need to use it. Somebody has to protect these people.”

“That’s what the police are for, come on you work with them anyway, why not work with them?”

You scoffed, shaking your head a little bit.

“You’re just like them you know, you just want me to follow their rules. When we met I saved your ass when they wouldn’t. When I revealed my identity you swore you would keep it secret and support me.”

“I do support you (Y/N) but come on!”

“I’m not going to listen to this crap.”

You began to walk away and he rushed over, taking your hand and you spun around, webbing his hands together.

He raised them, giving you a small smile.

“I’m sorry, okay? Just stay?”

You sighed, pulling the webs from his hands and you pushed him away from you as you went to go lay down on his couch.

“Next time I’ll leave you in the wall.”

“Noted.”

Castle walked back over and sat next to you, and he smiled as he looked down at you.

He took your hand in his to hold it, and he could feel the small scars along your skin.

Small battle wounds, and he didn’t mind them.

It reminded him of who you were, what you could do.

That you were a badass superhero, his badass superhero

#castle #castle x reader #castle x you #castle imagine

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Hello hello! Can I pretty pretty please get something about Lee hard pining? He's very pretty and i just love the idea of him having a cute crush ♡

Have a lovely day!

VERY SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE AND I FEEL AS IF I DIDNT CAPTURE THIS REQUEST PROPERLY word count: 1.1k ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Lee x gn!reader ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Notes and a coin

The flashes of colors bursting from the screen as a Wuxia fight scene continues to play. Silently you and a certain perro from the LDA were too focused to even give the thought to look around you another look.

As the action got more intense you were at the edge of your seat as you rooted for the character you liked in the show.

"Come on…! Come onnnnn!!!"

"Oy- you two can you tone it down?" The weight beside your seat dipped as you felt something behind.

"Oh! Mr. Lee!" You're focused shifted from the screen to the face of a smiling Lung. The feeling of his tail slightly curling around your waist as Lee boredly smiled at you with his eyes closed.

"I didn't expect you to arrive, I guess I just got so absorbed in watching the show with Hung that I didn't even notice you." A small chuckle leaving your lips, scratching your head along.

Lee still had his closed eyed smile as he chuckled along with you.

You were currently here at the LDA to give an operation notice from the doctor to Mr. Lee but got swept up with Aak's antics leading to Hung getting you out of the feline's fur, even preparing a meal for you and now watching a Wuxia show with him.

"O-oh! Right right! I forgot, I'm supposed to give an operation request to you Mr. Lee, uhm if you don't mind, may we discuss the operation request in your office?" Your voice slightly carrying an embarrassed tone from being found like this.

Lee said nothing as he just smiled, you can't help but wave your hand in front of his snout.

"Terra to Mr. Lee? Terra to Mr. Lee??? Helloooo???"

"A-ah! Ahaha I must've fallen asleep there~ ahem." The lung stood up from his seat, the tail behind you following suit as you stood up as well.

"Oh I suppose you guys are gonna get to work, I'll clean this up then." Hung voiced as he paused the show on the tv. “Yes, thank you again Mr. Hung for accommodating me.” You bowed as Lee waited for you in the corridor as you waved at Hung before walking in Lee's direction.

“Ah wait Mr. Lee, would you mind if I use the bathroom for a bit? I just need to freshen up before the meeting starts.” Lee quips a questioning look towards you. “Now now operator (Name), This isn’t some formal business meeting, you already look good.” “Oh no it’s more of a personal thing, and besides you’re our partner Mr. Lee, I'd want to at least represent Rhodes Island as a respectable figure so please.” Lee let out a laugh, amused by your explanation. “Well now I can't deny you with that explanation. The bathroom’s just the 3rd door down the hallway.” You thanked the Lung before making way to the bathroom.

As Lee saw your figure enter the bathroom, the door shutting, a deep sigh escaped his lips, he was sure his face was burning red if ever he was seen. He’d been watching you ever since he got back from strolling the streets, watching along with Hung. Your little quirks while watching was endearing to him, standing there observing as your face kept painting different emotions.

He didn’t know when it started but to his eyes you’ve become so lovely, so dearly close to his heart. Yet unwarranted fear crept to him, gnawing at him as his doubts crashed underneath those easygoing smiles of his.

Lee unconsciously walked towards the bathroom door, hearing your humming was enough to make his heart skip. The Lung tried to speak but his voice couldn’t even dare to interrupt that angelic humming of yours, with a defeated sigh he only placed his hands in his pocket. As his hands reached for his pockets, he almost forgot that he’d had sticky notes given to him by a kid he helped for directions and strangely gave him sticky notes.

As if getting an idea, Lee grabbed a pen that was also conveniently in his pocket, writing down something on the sticky note, leaving it on the door of the bathroom.

Finally deeming that you were much more presentable than earlier, you stepped out of the bathroom with a satisfied and determined face. Looking around you can’t find Mr. Lee in the corridor. “Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee where-” You notice a sticky note on the bathroom door.

“I’m at the study ;>” You couldn’t help but snicker from the written emoticon. Mr. Lee must’ve written the note to know where he went. Without anymore dilly dallying, you went straight to Mr. Lee’s study.

Nearing the study, you saw another note on the ground and a coin next to it. Picking both up you read the note. “Ahhh I must’ve dropped my lucky special coin, care to return it to me?” “Special lucky coin…?” Why does it suddenly feel like Mr. Lee is playing a trick on me? Disregarding those thoughts, you continued towards his study arriving at the study door, knocking on it before entering. “Mr. Lee what are these notes-”

“I like you-” “Huh…?” “Ah-”

You both stood there dumbfounded as you both processed what happened.

Lee was the first to speak with what you think was a blush on his face. “(Name)! You’re already here-” “What did you say, Mr. Lee?” You spoke, cutting his sentence as you stared at Lee with an intensity he didn’t know you had. “Well- Uh- now now- what I mean to say is-” This was the first time you’ve seen Mr. Lee this flustered, a contrast to his calm and almost smug attitude.

“Agghhhh! Fine fine, I like you alright?” It felt like a damn had been lifted inside Lee’s chest as he said those words.

“Mr. Lee…? You like me…?” You stood dumbfounded as you gripped the sticky note and coin that was on your hands.

“YES! I mean. Yes, I have been liking you for a long time now I suppose… ahaaaa” Lee could only sigh as he rubbed his temples. “Well since this isn’t a secret anymore I have some explaining to do right?” The Lung could only chuckle as he sat down on with a sigh. “You… (Name)... I don’t know when it started but every single time we’ve interacted it feels as if my heart would leap out of my chest, haha sometimes I’d even wonder if I’d become a Feranmut if my heart jumped enough, kidding of course.” Lee carried a look of adoration and affection that you’ve never even seen before. “Mr. Lee-” “Sorry it must be quite uncomfortable talking about this, let’s get on with wo-” “Mr. Lee.” The second time you’ve cut him off. “I… Pffft!” You couldn’t help but start laughing from Mr. Lee’s, what you assume, confession. “I- Ahaha- “ You swore you saw Mr. Lee get a bit offended before laughing along with you. “You like me?” “I do.” “Well, I can’t deny Mr. Lee’s feelings since I… aha… also like Mr. Lee in a romantical context.”

You felt your whole body propel forward, strong hands embracing you.

“Then will you be mine?”

#arknights #arknights x gn reader #arknights x reader #arknights x male reader #arknights x fem reader #Lee x reader #Lee x fem reader #Lee x gn reader #Lee x male reader

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