#sir I almost busted out laughing at work

[spidernuggets]

No. 18 "Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't" with reader saying this to Jason because he just found out that the Joker is her father

Jason Todd x Joker's Daughter!Reader

"Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't."

You tried long and hard to fall out of your father's tight grasp of holding you hostage, telling you many times that you are his flesh and blood. His family. His face and name.

He's repeated that no one in the world will ever love you except him. And even if someone did, if they find out who you're related to, they'd instantly stop loving you. No one in the world is aware of your existence except for him and a few of his goons. Not even Batman knows that the Joker has a kid.

You've watched the Joker torture, maim, kill so many innocent people. You've watched him force other men who can't fend for themselves to work for him.

And for what? Your father does this for a good laugh. Because he's bored. Because he wants to play Tag with Batman.

But with endless lectures and monologues from the Joker, somehow, you remain to stay sane. But every time you tried to escape his hold, he somehow still managed to find you. How does he do it?

You found out from overhearing a discussion to kill Batman that the Joker would use Scarecrow's fear toxin on you to do his bidding, knowing that maltreatment wouldn't get you to do what he wants. And upon this discussion, you hear that you can't escape. That you could never escape from him. He planted a tracking chip, under your tongue.

You instantly ran to what is labelled as your bedroom. But in reality, it's just a small, cramped space with mould growing in all corners, cracks in the walls, and dried blood stains on the floor. But toss an old mattress there, and suddenly it classifies as a bedroom from dear old dad.

There's a shattered mirror hanging on one of the walls. You grab a shard off the floor, staring into the mirror, looking desoerate to take the tracker out. As soon as you lifted your tongue to rip out your tracker, you hear the Joker call for you.

"Ohhh, Y/n, my sweets!" He bellows. You drop the shard, turning to look at your dad with an unamused expression on your face, replying with a harsh 'what'.

"Clear up the attitude, hm? There's someone I'd like you to meet!" He declares, almost in a tune. Your face scrunches in confusion. Joker says no more as he walks away, expecting you to follow, as you do.

You follow him down to the ground floor of the warehouse. And you're shocked to see Robin tied up with barbed wires to a wheelchair. His face is busted, there's dark circles under his eyes, but no one would notice them seeing how bloodied his face was, and his head was hung low.

He looked scared, confused. He looked like he'd given up on trying to escape.

"Meet boy blunder 2.0!" Joker cheered, picking up his crowbar, giving Jason a swing to the leg. Jason grimaces but doesn't scream in pain. He already looks so dead. Joker scoffs in boredom. "Not playing, I see," he mutters. "No matter! I'm quite finished with you anyway. But first!"

The Joker brings out a camera, putting it right in front of Jason. You're confused as to why you were brought down to witness this. You have an understanding that the Joker would kill Robin, but you have no control over what he does. You try to help Robin, and your head would have a bullet in there.

"How long has he been here?" You quietly ask.

"Oh, you know.." The Joker chuckles. "A month... a year? Same difference," he cackles as your eyes widen.

He starts recording, and you don't realise you can be seen in the corner of the background of the footage. The Joker goes on and on with his usual, riddled speeches. Within that, it is revealed to you that this new Robin is identified as Jason Todd, who claims to hate Batman.

"Hey..." The Joker suddenly says to Jason. "I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big, bad bat? What's his name? Tell me!" he calmly says.

"Of course, sir. It's-"

No matter how many times you witness your father murder an innocent person, you'd never get used to the sound of his gunshot. Or the sound of his crowbar against bruising flesh. Or his maniacal cackles of dekight when he kills someone. Especially someone who is... was close to Batman.

"Never could stand a tattletale. See, my darling, Y/n?" He says to you. "This is why I work alone. No one to spoil the punchline!" He grands the camera, bringing it to get a closer look at the dead boy in front of you. "You should try it sometime." At this point, you don't know if he's talking to you or the camera. You assume this video footage would be sent to the Bat.

The Joker finishes up the footage, tossing the camera to you as you clumsily catch it. "Export the footage, my sweets. Then, send it to the coordinates that I'll send to you in a bit," he instructs to you.

"Why can't you do it?" You carefully say, trying not to get on his bad side.

"Because..." He hisses, harshly grabbing your face with a firm grip as you winced. "I told you to do it. Now go."

You glare at him, going to go export the footage and send the taoes to the coordinates, in which you assume is where Batman would be currently located.

A month later, everything is quiet. The Joker and most of his goons are out to raid Scarecrow's cookery. You take this opportunity. You head to your room, looking dead in your eyes through the mirror. You slowly open your mouth, sticking your finger in, trying to feel the lumo of where the tracker is situated.

When you find it, you grab a shard, placing it directly over the tracker. You attempted to muffle your whimpers as much as you can to make sure the rest of Joker's goons don't hear you. You were finally able to pop the tracker out, and you hold it up between your eyes, your focus on the blinking light that somehow blinds you. It makes your eyes water, but you drop the tracker to the ground, leaving it there. You're aware that if you step on it, it might send a signal to Joker, indicating that the device he planted in you had been damaged.

So you left it there in your room, you pack whatever shit you can, and you attempt once more to escape that damn warehouse. For the uears you soent in there, you took note of usually unguarded exits and the routines of your dad's goons.

And with that, you successfully stepped foot out of the warehouse. And you took no extra second to bolt away as fast and as far away as you can.

With your bolt for freedom, you go to the closest drug store. Thanks to dear old dad, you managed to steal some essentials. Vitamins, bandages- oh. And some hair dye. You go to whatever public restroom you could find. You got your pocket knife and started to messily cut your hair, along with applying every last drop of that hair dye.

You decided to stay along the outskirts of Gotham. You were never able to get out of the warehouse, so staying in Gotham, a somewhat familiar setting would be safest for you.

And since the outskirts are the poorer sides of town, where the Joker wouldn't be interested in torturing the already tortured, you knew that he wouldn't be a problem for a good while.

So you went around, figuring the in and outs of the outskirts. It's been another few years, and you've forgotten all about the Robin fiasco that occurred in the warehouse. You even forgot that he willingly revealed his identity.

The past few years had been hectic. There was a new Robin roaming around, a new crime lord emerged by the name of Arkham Knight, whose name had died down a bit and is now working alongside Batman... you think?

You were able to get a stable job at Bat Burgers. Luckily, seeing as it's a cheao, greasy fast food place, they didn't need any formal documents. You were able to rent a run-down apartment (which was a huge upgrade to your decomposing room back at the warehouse) and with a little extra cash, you were able to buy snacks for some of the kids along the outskirts.

You were fishing through your bag for your wallet when you bumped into someone, and you hit your face prettg hard against them.

"Ow! Watch it, nitwit!" You snap at them, but they scoff.

"You're the one not watching where you're going," he bites back. And you were about to make a snarky comment, but when you looked up at the stranger, you swear you saw an angel. He was tall... very tall. He also had gorgeous green eyes and a few scars on his face that made him somewhat more attractive.

Your silence indicates to him that you have nothing else to say, and he scoffs once more and leaves. You shake your head away from the thought of how good-looking he was and continued your way towards the grocery store.

You picked up a few meats and vegetables you were going to offer to the soup kitchen down the road, not forgetting to put some candy and snacks in the basket for the kids that would be there.

When you checkout, you headed straight for the soup kitchen, immediately greeting Diane, the owner of the place,with a sweet smile and a wave. You say hi to the other volunteers when you make it to the back of the kitchen, dropping off the plastic bag full of produce, telling the others you won't be long.

When you step out, you're instantly tackled by a bunch of 6 and 7 years olds hugging you tightly, all of them talking at once saying how much they missed you.

"Okay, okay," you laugh with the kids. "Hey, guess what I got," you bend down to their level, lowering your voice, as they all copied you, looking more secretive and quietening. You then whip open your bag, reveal various treats for them as the kids squeal with excitement.

"Alright, alright, one at a time!" You exclaim, happy ti see the kids enjoying their time.

When you wrap things up, you hug the kids once more, saying goodbye and that you'd see them soon. But when you swiftly turn, your face is once more met with a solid surface.

You take a step back, grabbing your nose. "Ow! Shit- again?!" You hiss, your eyes tight shut as your hands apply soothing pressure to your not really broken face.

"You know you shouldn't curse. There's kids around."

You look up, getting a sense of deja vu, seeing the same pair of emerald green eyes looking down at you smugly.

"Ugh.. you," you groaned, secretly glad you got to see him again... just wanting to admire the view, you guess.

"Ugh, me," the handsome stranger mocked with a grin. He stuck his hand out, interested to officially meet the person who continuously walks into his chest. But also, the person who manages to make these kids smile in just a split second.

"Jason."

You raise a brow at his extended arm, shaking it cautiously. "Y/n..." You say, shaking his hand. Didn't he know a Y/n from somewhere?

You notice him wearing an apron. "You volunteer here?" You question as Jason nods his head.

"Whenever I get free time. I only started volunteering recently. Otherwise, I'm just doing whatever. How bout you?"

"Just visits here and there. I don't have time to volunteer fully. Just drop off some food and snacks most of the time, though," you explain, and Jason smiles.

"Well, your time here definitely seems to cheer up those kids. They're always frowning," he says sadly, but you just shrugged.

"It's not much. It's all I can offer. This side of Gotham really isn't Wayne manor," you joke, unaware that you were having a conversation with a son of Bruce Wayne. Well... not until Diane comes up.

"Ah, Y/n! You've met Jason Todd!" She cheers.

Jason Todd. Where have you heard that name before? It's starting to itch the back of your mind.

"Yeah, glad you got another volunteer since you're getting fewer people to help out," you say with a sad smile.

"I know, but it's not every day you get a son of Bruce Wayne to volunteer in a little kitchen," she happily says. One of the workers at the back calls out to Diane for some help. "Well, better get back to work! See you soon, Y/n!" She happily says as she walks off to the back.

Your brows are high, and your eyes are wide as you stare at Jason. "You're... You're a Wayne?!" You say shockingly while looks down at you.

"You didn't know? I'm kind of famous," he starts to say as you look at him cluelessly. "Was announced dead but was actually alove, just gone missing?"

"Nah, doesn't ring a bell."

"Wow, you don't get out much, do you?" He laughs.

"As much as that is an interesting tale to tell, I'm not interested in rich people business," you say as you glance at your watch. "Look, it was nice talking to you. Sorry for walking into you or whatever, but I gotta go. Late for work," you explain as you were about to bolt out the door. But Jason stops you by grabbing your hand.

"Wait! I... I kind of wanted to get to know you more. Can.. I get your number?" He awkwardly asks.

"Oh..." You quietly say. "I... Sorry, I just... Don't have a phone.." You say in embarrassment. But it doesn't seem to bother Jason.

"Oh, well... where do you work? What time would you finish? I can.. uhm. Drop you home if you want?" He offers, and you smile.

"Batburgers. 9pm, " you say as Jason nods and you finally run out the door, sprinting to work.

As promised, Jason comes to visit you half an hour before your shift ends, talking to you about the soup kitchen as you wiped down a table.

When you walk out with him, you notice that he's walking you towards a motorcycle.

"You ride a bike?" You ask.

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"Is it okay?? It's sick!" You exclaim as you hop on behind him once he gets on. Under his helmet, he smiles, thinking how cute your reaction was, as he hands you a spare helmet.

He would be lying if he said his heartbeat sped up when you wrapped your arms around his waist. He just met you. He shouldn't be so nervous around you like this.

"So... would you be free any time this week?" He asks as he walks you up to your apartment complex. You insisted many times you can go on your own, embarrassed for Jason to see where you lived in comparison to Wayne Manor, but Jason assured you that he wouldn't care.

"I have work for the rest of the week," you reply in disappointment. "But... I guess I do finish pretty late each night... wouldn't mind a ride back," you say in hopes that Jason would accept your request of taking both a lift off of him, and his time to talk to him more.

He smiles in response, agreeing to pick you up after work as you gave him your schedule.

Your routine of Jason picking you up during the late nights after work continued. Soon, the two of you went out on actual hangouts through Gotham for a few weeks. Then those weeks turned to months. And soon, Jason frew tired of just being friends with you.

How the hell was he supposed to just be friends with you when his heart raced when you smiled. Or when his cheeks burn when you compliment him. Or when his stomach flutters when you hug him.

How the hell was he supposed to just be friends with you when he's trying so damn hard not to kiss you just because you looked so cute.

Ao he grew himself a pair and asked you out.

Obviously, you said yes.

And another of a couple of dates later, you made it official. Jason was so down bad that he asked you to move into his apartment. You told him so many times you didn't want to intrude his space, but he just called you dumb and ridiculous (which you took great offence to). But eventually, you caved in and agreed.

During this time, you have never felt so loved before. Jason made you forget that the Joker existed. That he was even your father. Jason proved the Joker wrong. There is someone who can truly love you.

But... then your relationship started to get messy. He stopped picking you up from work. He was out late at night, and he wouldn't tell you why. You found him early next morning laying on the couch. He wouldn't even come to bed anymore?

You continuously asked where he's getting these bruises and wounds from. But he wouldn't answer that either. He just told you that it wasn't your business and to leave him alone.

Today, he woke up around noon. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck, clearly another uncomfortable sleep.

He was looking around his surroundings when he sees a duffle bag by the door. He then hears from the oppostie side, a door being closed. He turns to see you dressed and with no clear expression on your face.

You've acknowledged that he was awake, but you refuse to make any eye contact with him. You head straight to the door, picking up your duffle bag, fishing through your stuff as you find what you were looking for while Jason remains on the couch confused.

"Where are you going?" He calls out.

"Home." You spit, pulling the spare keys that Jason gave you for his apartment and slammed it on the desk beside the door.

Jason instantly gets up. "W-what? But- But you are home! This is your home! Our home.." he says, panicking.

"Is it? Is our home, Jason?" You yell. "Because you're never here! And when you are here, you're sleeping. Then, you wake up and you go out. And you get hurt. And you're not telling me how or- or why! I don't know if you're cheating or if you're in a fight club, but clearly, you don't want me to know, and clearly, you don't care if I'm worried about you. So, yeah. I'm going home. Oh! And it's over," you hiss, glaring at his, reaching for the door knob.

"Wait- wait! Please. Please, I'll explain," Jason begs, as you turn, a stern look on your face.

Jason sits you down, telling you not to freak out.

Ans you've never hated yourself more than you do now. Jason tells you that he was Arkham Knight, now going by the name Red Hood. And that he used to be the second Robin.

You wanted to scream and cry. That's where you heard the name Jason Todd from. Jason Todd was murdered right in front of your eyes. Jason Todd was tortured by your father. Jason Todd was killed by your father. Jason Todd os dating his murderer's daughter.

You play it off. Saying that it all makes sense. Why he doesn't pick you up anymore. Why he's always out so late. Why he gets so many wounds and bruises.

You'll tell him. You'll tell him who you really are. Soon. It's not fair if he doesn't know. Especially since he's coming clean now.

You'll tell him soon.

You didn't know when soon would be. Every time you think soon is coming, the moment disappears.

Jason's either in too much of a good mood or he's having a breakdown and a nightmare. He has nightmares about the Joker torturing him. And it's you who's there to snap him out of it. It's you who's there to comfort him. You comfort him, telling him that the Joker isn't here. But you are. You tell him that you're there for him.

You feel so guilty. You tell him the Joker isn't out there to get him. But there you are. His own flesh and blood, cradling him, shushing him, whispering sweet nothings to him til he falls asleep once more.

You'll tell him soon.

You grew even more guilty when Jason brings you over to Wayne Manor, and Bruce, Dick and Tim welcome you with open arms. Bruce had this... look in his eyes. But you ignored it nonetheless. Jason gives you a tour of the Manor, even shows you the big cave downstairs, and takes you to his old room. You try to stay optimistic, joking about how he was such a berd, looking at all the classic books laying around. But then you came across an old photo of him. He's younger and in his Robin suit. He looks happy. It was obvious Robin meant so much to him. And your dad took that away from him.

You'll tell him soon.

One day, you went into the cave after receiving a call from Jason.

"Why did you call me here?" You asked.

"Joker's dead." Was all he says. And you froze. You don't know how to feel. Relieved? Does this mean you don't have to tell him who you are?

"I know this is random, but... Superman killed Joker. I don't know if I can finally breathe, but... I don't know. There's a tingle inside of me. Telling me that the Joker is still alive and out to get me."

Shit.

You'll tell him soon. You'll tell him soon, right? Maybe now? Like, the Joker's dead. You've shown nothing but love to Jason. He'd believe you. He'd believe you are not your dad. You'll tell him. Yeah, you'll tell him soon.

Jason sighs and plays the tapes. The tapes that the Joker sent to Batman when he was Robin. And your eyes widen.

"Why the hell are you watching that??" You say in complete fear. The camera that the Joker used was old and glitchy with horrible quality. But as Jason played the tapes, you could still make out that there's a half of a figure, just peeking through the camera in the background behing the tied up, young Jason Todd.

"I don't know... Trying to find a conclusion. If anyone had to kill Joker, it should've been me," Jason says with a low voice.

"Hey... I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big, bad bat? What's his name? Tell me!" The tape plays, displaying on the huge screen in front of the two, and you swear you'd throw up any second now.

"Of course, sir. It's-" Before the gun gets shot, Jason sighs, pausing and rewinding.

"I'm sorry. This is all so dark and heavy." Jason grumbles. You don't say anything. You're focused on the small blur in the corner of the footage.

As Jason stares as the paused footage, he mentions, "That doesn't look like one of his henchmen."

Tell him.

"Fuck me, is that another kid?" he mutters angrily to himself, leaning in, taking a closer look at the footage.

Fucking tell him.

Jason takes a breath and presses play, and the video starts with a bang.

Tell him, god dammit.

"Never could stand a tattletale. See, my darling, Y/n?" The Joker says through the video. And time stops. Was the cave always this quiet? The video is still playing. How is it so quiet??

The camera wobbles as the Joker picks it up. He walks closer to Jason's dead body, but for a split second, you're in full, clear view. And Jason pauses the video. You weren't moving. You didn't look scared. You looked fed up.

Jason is silent. That's not you. That can't be you. Jason's head turns from the footage of you to you, currently standing behind him. No, no. That's not you. Your hair colour is different. But your face has the same bone structure.

"Y/n," he calls out. Your name is now so bitter on his tongue. "Tell me that, isn't you. He meant something else, right? 'My darling'? What the fuck does that mean? He was just scaring you, right???" Jason questions, his voice raising each sentence and his bottom lip quivering.

Your eyes are blurry as tears threaten to fall. You walk to Jason, bending down, looking up and you place you hands ever so gently on his knees.

"Jason," your voice cracks. "I wanted to tell you so bad," you whimper.

And Jason lets out a harsh, sarcastic laugh. "Fuck me. Don't fucking tell me you were working with him. You're a real fucking psychopath working with him at what? 13?" He spits, tears cascading down his scarred cheeks.

You shook your head. "Jay," you tried to sweetly call out to him. "I'm his daughter," you pathetically admit.

Jason's eyes widen to the point where it looks like his eyes would detatch from his sockets. He shakes his head slowly. But then, he shakes it faster, harsher.

"That isn't funny, Y/n," he almost chokes saying your name.

"No, it's not funny," you say. "But it's true," you start crying.

Jason pushes you away. You fall back as Jason stands up, towering over you. You've never been so intimidated by him before.

"You're his daughter? The Joker has a daughter?" Jason whispers in disbelief. And you nod in response. "So what the fuck were you doing just standing there? Ha.. What? Did you enjoy watching him put me through hell?"

"Jason- No! I wasn't even there when he-"

"LIAR!" He yells, his voice echoing across the cave. His breathing becomes heavy and uneven.

"Jason, you're going to have a pani-"

"Get out." He says.

"W-what?"

"Get. Out. If I ever see you again, I'll end you. I may not have been able to kill Joker myself, but you? Making me think you loved me? Fuck, is this why you only tell me now? Because daddy's dead? Just get the fuck out and never see me ever again. This is your only chance," he says, looking away from you as you finally start sobbing.

"Jay- Jason. Please," you beg, shifting to your knees, looking up at him. "Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't." You pleaded and begged and prayed that Jason would look at you.

But Jason knows that if he looks at your state, then he might forgive you. Might forget the situation. But he can't because your father killed him. And all in his mind is that you used him because you were working with his dad. And that you're only crying because his dad got killed and that you got caught. So, no. He won't look at you, and he won't forgive you.

"Jason, please, you- you're the only person who has ever made me feel loved," you sniffled. "And I- I wanted to help you then. Help you escape. But I couldn't, please! Please believe me, Jason, please," you cried harder.

"You weren't supposed to see that."

You and Jason's heads turn to the voice. Bruce comes out of the elevator to the Batcave, walking closer to the pair.

And all Jason could see is red.

"You knew?" He snarled. And then scoffed. "Well, yeah, of course you knew. You didn't even kill Joker when you found out he murdered me- You didn't even care!" Jason yells. "I don't care that Penguin or- or Riddler are out there. They didn't kill me! They didn't kill thousands- millions! The Joker did! And you kept him alive! Now that he's dead, guess what! His daughter is right here under our noses! And you knew! Do you hate me that much that you let the Joker's daughter into our home?"

"Jason, plea-"

"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT!" Now that Jasin finally looked at you, all you saw on him face was pure spite and anger. There was no more love for you left in his eyes. Just pure hatred.

And you finally got it. Jason doesn't love you any longer. And your dad was right. Even if someone loves you, when they find out who you're related to, they will instantly stop loving you.

The Joker was right.

So you got up and shamefully left the cave, and once you reached the manor, you can still hear Jason screaming and roaring.

You were numb. You finally got a tatste of what true love felt like, and it slipped through your fingers ever so quickly.

And now the only person you thought ever loved you would kill you if he saw you again.

So you left. You took your stuff from your- Jason's apartment and left Gotham. Now, future generations would probably read about the Joker in their history books. But not on a single page, paragraph or sentence would your name be mentioned. Because only two people in the entire world knew who you were.

One of them was your father's sworn enemies. And the other was your father's victim. One of these people, you hardly knew, but he knew who you were and still trusted you and welcomed you into his home. The other didn't know who you were. And you loved him. And you were positive he loved you too. But once he found out your identity, he loathed you. And he wanted you dead.

god damn that was long

pt 2

[iamasimperyk]

New assistant -Rafe Cameron

Summary: You are Rafe’s new assistant and ready to seduce him

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Taboo Topic, name calling, cursing, English is not my first language, not proofread

Pairing: CEO!Rafe x Assistant!Reader

It was your first day as Rafe Cameron's personal assistant.

"Good morning, Sir." You smiled brightly as you entered his office.

His eyes met yours as you came closer to his desk, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "Miss Y/l/n. A pleasure to finally meet you."

His large hand engulfed your smaller one, and you couldn't help but wonder how those fingers would feel touching your skin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too." You smiled at him.

"Thank you for taking over Mrs. Johnson's position so quickly," he said, looking into your eyes.

"Of course, I am happy I can work for someone like you." You tried to make him like you, "Black coffee, right?"

He nodded his head, as you leaned over his desk to place the cup, you already had in your hands, on the polished surface.

Looking up at him, you noticed he was staring at your cleavage, "Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Cameron?"

His eyes slowly took in your beautiful hair which was pulled back in a bun, your white silk blouse, and your black skirt that ended three inches above your knees.

"I will call you if there is something to do for you," He mumbled before you turned around and slowly walked out of his office, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. This was going to be fun.

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Over the next few weeks, the two of you became very close and continued your subtle teasing.

Today was the day you finally wanted to seduce him. You put on your new dress which had a sweetheart bust that allowed the top of your breasts to show. The dress hugged your body perfectly, showing off your curves.

You heard the elevator open and glanced up as Rafe walked out, wearing an expensive dark blue suit.

"Good morning, Mr. Cameron," You smiled up at him.

He had been reading something on his phone but looked up at your greeting.

He gave you a small nod before he took the stack of papers from you and headed into his office, you quickly walked after him.

He opened his laptop before he looked up at you once again, "What do you think of this email, Miss Y/l/n?"

You walked around the desk, leaning down a bit to get a better look at the computer screen. "Sorry, Sir, but there's nothing there."

"Really? You felt Rafe's hand touch the back of your knee. Slowly it glided up to the top of your bare thigh.

You stepped between his spread thighs, continuing to lean over his desk.

Both of his hands had now found their way beneath your dress. You looked back at Rafe, biting your lip. He reached back, grabbed the hem of your dress, and flipped it up so that your ass was bare to his view.

Rafe groaned and knelt on the floor behind you, starting to suck on your wet clit. After a few minutes, he inserted two fingers inside you.

"Fuck, Mr. Cameron, that feels so good. Oh, yes. You're gonna make me cum." You tried to say as quietly as possible.

When you were about to cum, he pulled back.

He sat back in his chair and unfastened his suit pants. "My turn, Miss Y/l/n."

You immediately knelt down in front of him before you took his hard shaft inside your mouth. You kept moving your mouth up and down until you noticed Rafe was almost ready to cum. You slowed down the movements of your mouth and stood up.

Leaning towards him, you released your breasts from your dress and rubbed them in his face, earning a small groan from him before his hands grasped them.

You bit down your lip, slowly sitting down on his hard dick.

Rafe groaned as he let go of your tits to place his hands on your hips, "That's it. Ride my cock, slut."

He slammed his cock deep inside of you, and you couldn't help but moan. It didn't take long for you to cum, as he started to fill you with his cum.

He held you close as your breathing settled, "You like my new dress, Mr. Cameron?"

He laughed against your neck. "Yes. Very much."

You stood up, straightening your dress, "I better go freshen up."

He smacked your ass as you turned around to leave his office when he called out for you once again, "Clear your schedule, Miss Y/l/n, you will stay at my place for the weekend."

You immediately nodded with a tired smile, "Yes, Sir."

You heard him laughing as you left the room. This is going to be interesting.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Bruises

Player 001 x reader

Masterlist <- comment on this post to be added to my tag list

Tw: mentions of abuse, savior complex In Ho

You drifted off lazily on your corner of the bed, you wrapped your arms around you. You awaited the arrival of your dreaded boyfriend.

(Y/n), where the fuck are you?’” His voice boomed through the house, you shuddered in fear. Dinner wasn’t on the table how he demanded of you everyday. You felt sick to your stomach, knowing what would happen when he found you.

“I-I-I’m in here�� you say as he busts the door open.

“Where the fuck is dinner?”

“I need money to go get food from the market.” You say meekly.

“I fuckin’ told you, go fuckin’ steal it. Or-or ask your fuckin’ parents for money” he shouted at you. His voice shattering you.

“O-o-okay” you reply.

“Well? Go on, get the fuck outta here.” He kicked you. You teared up as you ran out of the apartment.

You stumbled onto the street. Your clothes revealing your bruised arms. You still had the memory of the black eye he gave you last week. You walked down the cold street and to the grocery store.

In Ho’s POV

Walking into the grocery store was an abusive chore. After being so tired from work all i wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Work was aggravating, but nothing was more aggravating than opening my fridge and seeing 4 day old sushi. I walked down the isles with my basket in hand. Yawning, I lost awareness of my surroundings, accidentally stumbling over someone crouched on the floor.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Mister!” A bruised girl said standing. Her black eye was horrendous, a few of the blood vessels in her eyes had popped upon impact. Her bruises were fresh, some of them at least. I tried not to get involved. Ignoring her as I walked past. Yet, my cop curiosity got the best of me, I am a civil servant after all.

“What happened to you?” I asked her gruffly. I stood above her as she crouched. Her big watery eyes looked up at me.

“I fell off my bike sir” she lied I could tell.

Your POV

You lied. You didn’t want to risk anything, lying was your best option. But, you could sense he knew you were being dishonest. He grabbed your arm.

“These are not “fell off your bike” bruises.” He sighed. “Who did this to you?”

“My boyfriend sir” you told him. Taking your one chance at getting rescued.

“Come on, pick some food, and I’ll walk you home” he told you. You blinked, he almost looked like he had angel wings and a halo.

“No, it’s really alr-“

“I can tell you don’t have a single dime in your pocket. Let’s go” You browsed quickly. Grabbing a few things for dinner. The cashier looked at you with suspicion.

“My wife got into a fight with a man in front of her flower shop because she tried to steal her purse.” He chuckled. “Glad I was able to get there in time to knock his ass” the cashier laughed lightly, smiling and wishing you good day.

You walked back to your apartment, the unknown gentleman had given you his suit jacket, covering those marks.

“Well, this is me” you said. “Thank you so much for the food” you tell him.

“Of course, I’m a cop. It’s what I do” he gave a small half smile. Handing you a business card, “please call me if you need any help, or a place to stay” he said.

“Thank you” you bowed, handing him his jacket back. You walked up the stairs and into the apartment. In Ho stood outside, leaning against the pole, listening.

“Fuckin’ dumbass” he heard your boyfriend say. He stood straight, awaiting the sound that gave him the liberty to bust in the and beat that guy senseless. “I don’t fucking want ramen you dumb slut.” He slapped you across the face. You held the injury before a blow came to your abdomen. You heard your door get kicked in.

“Wanna put your hands on her again? Tough guy” he said.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Doesn’t matter” In Ho said punching him in the face, your boyfriend stumbled back into the wall. In Ho closed in on him, punching him repeatedly, not giving him a single moment to breathe. He beat his face in relentlessly.

His fists were bruised and bloody, face sweaty.

“Grab your clothes. We’re leaving” In Ho told you. You quickly gathered your clothes, following your white knight stranger out of your apartment. “Hold on” he turned and went back inside. He kicked him down, stomping on his abdomen.

“She’s through with you” he said. He inched down towards his face. “Consider your being alive as the courtesy of Hwang In Ho, Seoul Police Department” he dropped a business card on his chest. He grabbed your bags of food and led you away from that place.

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[prettyboypistol]

Hi, first. I just want to say I love your blog! And I also wanted to request, how the mercs would react to an M!Reader with a daddy kink

TF2 Mercs Being Called "Daddy" || TF2 x M!Reader +18 MDNI

Scout

More confused than anything at first. You're no girl, after all. It weirds him out a little when you pull him to bed and call him Daddy.

It takes him a second to really understand that "oooooh this is a domination thing." and then he hops right in on the kink with gusto.

Honestly? Is more down to call you Daddy rather than you calling him that.

Pyro

Oh god, that's a weird one lol

They immediately start sweetly murmuring in your ear, gently feeling you up, and loving on you extra. It's like- they especially don't want to hurt you now that you've said that.

Is more into the caretaker role than you initially thought! Overall a wonderful experience for those looking for a soft dom!

Soldier

Doesn't like being called Daddy, prefers Sir if you're gonna be submissive.

"I'm not your sissy of a father, son! I am your superior and you will address me as such. Now, let me hear a "Sir, yessir!"

Will call you son/sonny if you're down for that, but if you're not, then just "private" is alright by his books.

Engie

Secretly has a massive daddy kink too, on the receiving end of it. As soon as you call him Daddy he's almost busted in his overalls as he stammers out excuses.

Has a bit of a kink for calling you his baby, his sunshine, and his little darling, etc. Things that make you feel smaller.

"Shh, it's alright sunshine, let Daddy take care of all them needs of yours."

Heavy

He doesn't understand at first, thinking that you have a thing for roleplayed incest. It's not the weirdest thing he's been down to fuck around with, but you're now high on the list.

Either way, he's down to clown around with you, calling you things like his little bear, his sweetness, and his little lover.

After you explain the details and intricacies of your kink, he understands it better and knows how to play the role a lot better than the first time.

Demoman(my beloved)

Laughs a little bit at first, but is absolutely down to be called Daddy.

"Looking for a shag with yer Daddy, huh? I can work with that."

Makes jokes about how he's an old man now, how his hips hurt from thrusting, and how "you young people and your libido" are gonna be the death of him. (all in good fun, of course.)

Sniper

Confusion, realization, and then the fun part- roleplay. He's one of the better daddy doms of the mercs when he's in the mood to actually give it his all.

Mostly, sex is a relief and a slow massage of tension out of him, so the intense stuff is usually once in a blue moon when he's really jealous, angry, or just pent up and needs to blow a load.

Will probably go in for a little bit of swatting on your ass as a playful joke, but if you're also into that be prepared to be tied by your wrists over his lap and spanked as you sob out for mercy.

Medic

He brings up Freud, and you cannot stop him. He asks you a million questions about how you first developed your kink, why does he exude the energy of someone you'd call Daddy, etc. (well, at least you're being open about your kinks before going to bed!)

Is totally fine with you calling him Daddy, hell, he probably gets off on it too!

I'm so sorry but he does hook you up to some medical shit and murmurs how "Daddy's going to take very good care of you." to see how your heartrate spikes.

Spy

Finally some good fucking food

He's canonically a semi-silver fox, so he loves to be called Daddy in the bedroom. To have you so submissive, so eager for him, it makes him feel 20 years younger but also 30 years wiser and more intelligent.

He like the feeling of control that comes with the title. It makes him feel like he doesn't have to be too vulnerable, only domineering and firm with you, albeit with a touch of kindness to keep you invested.

[atarathegreat]

You Interrupt Their Training My Hero Academia

Kirishima Eijiro

It was late, and he wasn't supposed to be out of the dorms anyway. You couldn't help but watch him from your dorm balcony, scowling at the time. Mr. Aizawa would be upset if he caught your red-headed friend outside beating himself senseless with training.

"Kiri!" You called down quietly, "Kirishima, get yourself inside before Aizawa sees you!"

Your voice startled him, making him look around slightly before catching you on your railing. Kirishima waved, his usual smile in place, "I should be good out here, though, right? Aizawa never looks out back?"

"He does, you moron!" You hissed, "How do you think Bakugo got caught?"

Kirishima laughed, "Fair enough! I'm coming in."

He didn't mind you watching him working with Dark Shadow, the only problem was that you had to hide or Dark Shadow was distracted. The entity loved you almost more than Tokoyami did, and it was annoying when the boy was trying to perfect this skill or that.

Tokoyami Fumikage

But that meant that Tokoyami also didn't know where you were, or if you were even watching him. He always hoped you were, only to be thrilled when you would appear out of nowhere and compliment some of the moves and giving suggestions for others. Your input mattered to him almost the same amount Mr. Aizawa's did.

Yet, today wouldn't be as simple as the others. You caught both their attentions when you stumbled over a stack of something hidden behind the gym bleachers. Dark Shadow was quick to latch onto you, ruining Tokoyami's plans to train for the next hour.

"Sorry, Yami..." You smiled sheepishly as Dark Shadow dragged you closer.

He groaned, "It's fine...couldn't concentrate anyway..."

Hawks/Keigo Takami

It wasn't enough. He wasn't fast enough. Keigo tucked his wings in closer, diving until he nearly hit the roof, opening them and dragging himself back up.

"Six point fourteen seconds!" You called out, your flight suit tied around your waist. You'd been on the roof for hours with nothing to block the sun from beating down on you. Keigo landed angrily, his heel steadying him, "Shit! Six seconds!? You're kidding!"

"No, sir. It's the lower end of six seconds." You grinned, showing him the stop watch. He growled, plopping down on the roof like a child who'd just been told no. It made you laugh, "What's the big deal? That's faster than even All Might!"

"Not fast enough for me." He whined, laying back and stacking his feathers in a separate pile.

You thought for a moment. "What if..."

Keigo sat up, "What if?"

His eyes widened as you smiled and fell backwards off the rooftop. "Y/n! Shit!"

You clicked the stopwatch when you saw him dive over the side, starting another immediately.

It was funny to you, seeing the fear on his face. Some heroes still had fear, you guessed. But, damn, if this is what flying felt like, you could get used to it. The wind blowing your hair around, feeling weightless. You even forgot about the danger of the sidewalk coming closer, and closer, and closer.

Click. You pressed the button the second you stopped falling, becoming lightheaded at the sudden change of direction. "Point four seconds for response time! Six point nine seconds for rescue time!" You had to yell over the air around you, "Total of six point thirteen seconds!"

"Shut up! I'm done doing this with you!" Keigo glared.

Mina Ashido

She was focused, in her zone, ready to melt the multiple targets that Yaoyorozu had made for her. But, right as she went to throw a handful of acid, you busted through the door into the small room.

"Mina!" You yelled, clearly being overdramatic about something, "Mina, help me!"

She nearly jumped right out of her skin. Why had you busted in like that when you knew she was training? "What? What is it?" Mina forgot all about the targets. You threw yourself at her feet, "I superglued my fingers together! You have to help me!"

Mina laughed so hard she fell backwards. The tears in your eyes made it all the more hilarious. It was superglue, after all, and would come off with a lot of really hot water.

"C'mon, I know where a sink or two is!"

[anonymousbardd]

🤍 | Him & His Secretary

Samuel Seo x FemReader

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"Mr. Seo, there's someone who wishes to see you," a young girl said, "Who are they?" The former President of the fourth Affiliate, Samuel Seo asked.

"They claim to know you, he goes by the name Jake Kim," (F/n) replied.

Samuel's ears perked up and he glanced at the young woman in front of him, "What does he want?" He asked, still looking down at his computer.

"I want to talk to you," a dark haired man entered.

"You're interrupting my work, you know?" Samuel said, he then glanced at the young woman, in which (F/n) replied with a nod.

"It seems like Mister Seo is busy at he moment, it would be appreciated if you leave."

"No can do sweetie," Jake replied, (F/n) sighed and pushed her glasses up, "You seem to have misunderstood, Mister Kim, that wasn't a request."

"You looking for a fight?" Jake asked, looking down at the woman, "Fight me if you dare, there are cameras here."

"If shown to the authorities, who do you think will be more favoured?"

Jake clicked his tongue and looked at Samuel and frowned, "I'll come back," he said.

Samuel hummed and shooed him away, a noticeable annoyance crept on his face.

Jake then left, (F/n) was also about to leave the office and Samuel stopped her, "Stay, (L/n)," he said.

"Is there anything you need help with?" (F/n) asked, shifting her attention to his, "Close the door," Samuel smiled.

The room suddenly felt tense, the way Samuel sat and looked at (F/n) to an almost intimidating degree.

"I didn't think you'd be capable with such bluff," Samuel grinned, (F/n) smiled and held her clipboard up to her chest, "I'm just doing what I'm needed to do."

Samuel chuckled and stood up from his chair, "Come closer, (F/n)," he said, the young woman obeyed and walked towards the muscular man.

Samuel leaned closer, he held (F/n)'s face by the chin, his eyes looked at hers.

Samuel grinned as he looked at the young woman's eyes, the way she looked at him completely change, her pupils were filled with lust.

"You're very interesting, Miss (L/n)," he said.

As the muscular man was about to close his eyes, Jake busted in with Jerry and some others.

They were all taken it back when they saw the sight of the two of them so close to each other.

(F/n) hurriedly pulled away and faced the door, while Samuel cleared his throat and fixed his hair, "What makes you think you can barge in like that in my office?" Samuel asked, the tension in the air was somewhat awkward.

"I told you, I'll be back," Jake replied.

"I didn't think you'd be back this quick, did you miss me that much already?" Samuel asked, raising a brow.

"Guess you could say that, come back to big deal."

Samuel let out an amuse laugh and walked away from his desk, "Give me a reason to," Samuel said.

"You and your lover could live freely," Jake replied.

(F/n)'s face flushed red when she heard the word lover as a way to describe her relationship with Samuel.

"She's not my lover, she is my secretary," Samuel stated, his cheeks were slightly tinted with pink.

"My secretary and I are more than capable to live freely, in our own separate ways, thank you," Samuel added.

"You're bold for going back here," Jake let out a huff and crosses his arms, "The way miss secretary delivered the bluff could have fooled me, but fortunately for us, we've already got this place scanned out."

"Mister Seo has important things he must tend to..." (F/n) said, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

Jake had a sly grin and cracked his neck, "Sure, but I'm not leaving here until we have a proper conversation."

Samuel sighed and smirked, "If that's what you want, then..." His eyes widened, Samuel's gaze looked at Jake's, "Entertain me."

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┆➽───── TimeSkip ────────❥

"Sir, are you alright?" (F/n) asked as she held Samuel's shoulder, "I'm fine, don't get in my way," he growled.

(F/n) sighed, the office had turn into a mess, the other members of Big Deal were too frightened to come in-between the two fighting men.

Surprisingly, no one has yet come to dispose of the intruders, half an hour had passed.

(F/n) sighed and looked at the two men who were breathing heavily, "You both are tired, you should stop."

"Don't worry about us, sweetheart, this will be over in no time," Jake said in such a way that triggered Samuel.

(F/n) frowned and got in between the two of them, "How about I propose you a deal," she said, Jake paused for a moment and looked at the woman, "Continue."

"Leave the office and help pay for the damages, and I'll schedule you an appointment for a meeting with Mister Seo," she said.

"The hell are you doing?" Samuel spat, he glared at the woman in front of him, "Mister Samuel, we both know that you aren't in the condition to fight for a little more longer."

"After all, you still haven't fully recovered from the kidnapping incident," she added.

(F/n) looked back at the tired man with a cold gaze, "As your secretary, I can't have you getting more injuries."

Jake let out a huff and stood straight, "The deal isn't too shabby, how do I know you're not lying to me," he asked.

(F/n) pushed up her glasses and smiled, "Mister Kim, I never go back on my word."

Jake nodded and turned his back away from the two, "Alright then, how long am I going to wait?"

"Approximately a week, specifically, Tuesday 3:30pm," (F/n) said.

"Alright then, I'll see ya later, Samuel."

After all of them left, Samuel grabbed (F/n) by the collar, "Why the fuck did you do that?!" He asked, his eyes were enraged.

(F/n) sighed and placed a hand on Samuel's cheek, "You're breaking yourself, you need rest."

She then glanced at his lips and back to his eyes, "Didn't Mister Goo himself told you that you need to take it easy?" (F/n) asked, her voice was soft and gentle.

Samuel clicked his tongue and looked away, "Fine."

After a long night, Samuel and (F/n) headed back to Samuel's apartment.

"Would you like a warm bath?" (F/n) asked, Samuel sighed and nodded, (F/n) helped the young man take off his coat, he had serval cuts and bruises.

"I'll heat up the water for you," (F/n) said, she headed to the bathroom and opened the water, she then poured in some soap, causing the water to foam up with bubbles.

The young woman got distracted and she started playing with the foamy water, as she did, Samuel walked in wearing a bathrobe.

He caught sight of his usual cold and serious secretary being gentle and calm.

Samuel cleared his throat causing (F/n) to let out a quiet squeek, "Ah—.., Sir I didn't hear you come in," she awkwardly chuckled.

"A bubble bath?" Samuel asked, raising a brow, he gave the young girl a look that said, "Do I look like a child to you?"

(F/n) giggled, a sweet sound coming of her lips made Samuel feel a tug in his stomach.

"It'll help you relax, sir."

Samuel sighed and took off his bathrobe with no shame whatsoever.

He slowly got in the warm bath, as he soaked his body, he let out a deep breath and relaxed.

Samuel closed his eyes and rested he arms on both sides of the tub.

(F/n) then fetched a cloth that was wet and soapy to help clean Samuel.

She gently rubbed the cloth on his body, starting with his right arm, her soft touch made Samuel ease up.

The way (F/n) softly cleaned him like he's a delicate antique vase, that with any wrong move it'll shatter.

"What would you like for dinner tonight, sir?" The young woman asked, Samuel grabbed the young girl's wrist and looked at her eyes.

"Stop it..." He muttered, (F/n) looked at him with a concerned look, "You... You can't keep doing this to me, (F/n)."

"What are you—..," Samuel cut her off by looking at her, his eyes were filled an emotion (F/n) never saw in him before.

His cheeks were flushed with red and his breathing raced.

"How long have you been working for me?" He asked, "Almost two years now..."

Samuel chuckled and held (F/n)'s hand to his cheek, "Two hears, huh..." He said.

"That's how long I've been wanting you."

(F/n)'s eyes widen from his words, "What do you mean...?" She asked.

"Don't play dumb with me, (F/n), I see it in your eyes, your voice, the way you move."

(F/n) sighed and slightly frowned, "Come on now... Don't tell me you're falling in love too..." Her voice cracked as she looked at Samuel's eyes, her own were starting to get filled by tears.

Samuel chuckled and held (F/n)'s chin, "Why're you crying?" He asked, "We both know how shitty this will end up."

The muscular man sighed and smiled, he then pecked (F/n) on the lips and looked at her eyes, "I do... And I don't care, in the end, I get what I want."

(F/n) sighed and splashed Samuel with water, catching him off gaurd, "H-hey! What was that for?!" He asked, letting out a playful laugh.

"You're and idiot," (F/n) muttered, hiding her flustered face, "Yeah? Well I'll be your idiot, forever."

[witchygagirlwrites]

Back to You-Pt. 1/3

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz X Reader

When Hank tells you he's hiring a new Tech expert the same week Mouse is due back stateside you never think to make the connection until he's standing in front of you and you're faced with every emotion you tried to bury for two years.

Warnings: I think maybe just some cursing?!

When your alarm went off you reached blindly for the button on top that would get you relief from the shrill noise. When you finally smacked it you pushed yourself into a seated position in the bed and reached for your phone that had an alert flashing on it and groaned to see it was a text from Jay that read He's coming home this week. He wants to see you. You shook your head and threw the phone behind you onto the bed. You couldn't deal with that. It'd been almost two years and the subject still hurt.

You glanced up at the dog tags hanging from the mirror on top of your dresser. The light streaming in the window reflected off the metal surface as if the entire world was meaning to drag your heart through the dirt. You brushed off the dreary feeling and kicked the blankets off your leg. A nice hot shower and some coffee was all you needed to feel human again.

When you walked into the precinct Trudy smiled at you from behind the desk, that smile growing when you held out one of the cups of coffee to her "Morning Trudy" "Morning sweetheart" She said with a nod as you headed up the steps towards intelligence. The fog you'd felt that morning was slowly beginning to lift. If you could dive head first into a case well that would be all the better.

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"What? No coffee for us?" Adam asked with a mock expression of hurt when you sat a cup down on Kim's then Erin's desk and stuck your tongue out at him "You see Ruz us ladies have to stick together." Hank shook his head with a laugh from where he stood talking to Jay and Al. "When you're through passing out coffee and busting Ruzek's balls I need to speak with you for a minute"

"Yes sir" you replied trying to remember if you'd done anything worth being yelled at for. He tilted his head towards his office so you followed him curious as to just what was going on.

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"Have a seat" he said motioning to the chairs in front of his desk so you sat down. He walked around to sit in his chair, eyes never leaving you. "We're getting another tech expert in here soon" Oh so that's what this was about. Did he feel like you would say something against the new person in that slot?

"Sounds good to me. No offense to any of the team but we all sorta suck at that end. I mean I'm decent and I still suck compared to the skills we really need"

You were trying to make a joke and actually got rewarded with a half smile from Hank. "Good, I'm glad you feel like that. Thing is we don't exactly know when they're gonna start so I need you to install the new software that was sent over for the tech room downstairs" "Why me?" You asked suddenly wishing you had never picked up anything about computers.

He shrugged and said "Well out of all of us here you picked up the most skills. It's simple stuff really but anyone else I'm afraid they'd crash the entire system"

You weren't going to argue with him so you nodded "Yes sir. I'll go get started now so if we happen to have a case pop up later" You stood to walk out but stopped when Hank added "Thank you. I mean I know you don't have that detective shield for shit like this but it helps"

You smiled and said "Don't mention it boss. I get my hands plenty dirty in the field. Why not put some tech work under my belt?" Then walked out to head down to the tech room.

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You walked into the room and felt a chill run through you and suddenly wished you'd brought your jacket downstairs. The equipment in here had to stay a certain temp and it used to not bother you but now? It felt like a frickin ice box.

You sent Kim a text begging for more coffee and your jacket before picking up a new laptop that was still in the box and looking over the manuals that were with it. "Well let's see how much actually sunk in" You muttered to nobody in particular as you went to work.

When Jay left around lunch saying he had to run to the airport everyone still in the bullpen spun around to face him "Is Mouse coming home today?" Erin asked, glancing back at the hallway you'd have to come up through. "Yea. She knew it was this week but not today. He's been dying to see her and I really hope Voight isn't going to want him to start until I can ease it onto her" Jay answered as he pulled his jacket on. "Wait, he's the new tech guy?" Kim asked in shock.

"He knows this team and I know he can be trusted" Hank cut in from where he stood at his office door.

Adam let out a low whistle and when everyone looked to him he pointed at your empty desk "Any of you think about the shit storm you're bringing down on her?"

"Yeah! I mean Jay you should've told her and Hank! C'mon man why would you spring something like that on her?" Erin threw in knowing out of everyone she could get away with calling Hank out.

He faced her before saying "She's a strong woman Erin. She can handle it. We need him here to fill the position and she isn't going to argue something for the good of this unit. As for her personal feelings she didn't let what happened affect her on the job and I don't see her letting it now. When and if there is a problem I will handle it"

Jay pointed towards the door "Well I'm gonna go. All of you can curse me once I leave and try to convince Erin to kill me in my sleep" "Such bullshit" Kim muttered to Kevin who nodded in agreement. "I give it two hours before they're either fighting or doing something that shouldn't go down at work. The way the two were about each other, that doesn't disappear" "She was a wreck when he left. I'd put my money more on fight" Adam cut in earning him a glare from Kim. Al stood up from his desk and said "Whatever does or doesn't go down is between them" and that was the end of the conversation.

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You were sitting in the middle of the tech room surrounded by new coms, new cameras,tablets and laptops currently growing a headache. "I hate this shit!" You groaned and heard your phone go off where you had sat it on the desk but at the moment you could've cared less about anything anyone was telling you via text. If you were really needed they'd send someone down after you. Hank had banished you to this tech hell and you would be damned before you headed upstairs in defeat.

Walking up the stairs to the twenty first was a surreal feeling for Mouse. The last time he'd been here you had left in tears after telling him goodbye.

Every day he regretted hurting you the way he had. You had been made to feel like you were forcing him to choose to do what he wanted to with his life or being with you. You'd taken yourself out the equation and his heart still hurt when he remembered your eyes that night. You had still written to him once a month.

It was less personal then if you'd sent a hallmark greeting card but it was at least a sign you were alive and remembered he existed. The letters had stopped the moment he'd told you he had a discharge date. He wasn't stupid. He knew you didn't want to see him but when Voight had offered his job back along with the perks he'd offered he couldn't say no. Even if you hated him he would be able to see you. He was willing to hide in the tech room all day to stay out your way but the truth was more than anything he wanted another chance with you.

Trudy spotted him first and an actual smile perked up her face "Oh my god! Mouse!" He was shocked when she came around the counter to pull him into a hug. "You look good Gerwitz" "Thanks Trudy and I heard congrats are in order. You got married!" He replied smiling when she showed him the ring. "I'm gonna take him up" Jay threw in nodding towards the steps. Trudy's face went blank with horror "Um Jay she's still down in the tech room" "Good thing we're going up first huh?" Jay responded, dragging Mouse up the steps by his arm.

"Guessing she doesn't know I'm coming here today and probably doesn't know about the job?" Mouse pondered as they headed up to the bullpen and groaned when Jay did a so-so motion with his hand "Oh for fuck's sake Jay! You shouldn't have sprung this on her!"

"That's exactly what I said!" Kim spoke up from her desk before standing to hug Mouse "but welcome back still" The overall greeting was welcoming back a family member but there was still a feeling of dread that came along with knowing they were welcoming one and putting another's heart at risk in the process. After Al hugged him he pointed him towards the stairs "Well kid why don't you go down to the tech room and rip the damn bandaid off?"

If there was one thing Mouse was certain would never change, it was Alvin Olinsky. That man called everyone's bullshit.

He headed for the stairs hearing murmurs behind him but focusing on the fact that you were in front of him.

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"Ugh! You stupid son of a bitch I already did that! I think you just don't fucking like me!" Yes you were arguing with a tablet but damn, it had gotten on your nerves.

"Well sweetheart if it doesn't like you it's got really bad taste" You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, causing you to startle as you jumped to face Mouse who was standing in the doorway.

You could feel your brain fuzz out like an old tv as you looked at him. His shoulders were broader than they had been before, biceps straining against the material of his t-shirt with his movements. A layer of scruff covered his jawline and he was about three shades tanner than the last time you'd seen him. The chain of his dog tags sticking out his collar made you subconsciously reach for the chain you hadn't worn in a year, knowing it wasn't at your neck.

When he moved his left arm you could see the hint of a tattoo peeking out his sleeve and knew you probably looked like an idiot sitting there surrounded by equipment and staring at him slack jawed but you couldn't help it.

All the love you felt for him and all the anger you'd buried at how he'd broken your heart washed over you in a crushing wave and it took effort to get your brain started back up. "Greg" you all but whispered and when he smiled had you been standing your knees would've gotten weak "She remembers! Can I get a welcome back?" You mentally slammed the door shut on all the emotions threatnening to spill over and held up the tablet before saying "Welcome back now come fucking help me"

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You could feel your hands shaking as Mouse helped you to set up all the new equipment in no time. "Guessing you're the tech person?" You asked, breaking the silence in the room. He glanced up from the laptop he was currently typing on and smiled, something so familiar it made your chest ache "Only if it's ok with you. Voight offered"

"Why wouldn't it be? We split before you left, remember?" You knew you sounded cold but you had to. You couldn't bear to let yourself slip around him or you'd be pulled in. You couldn't let yourself feel everything you wanted because what if you did and then he decided once more it wasn't enough? "How could I ever forget about you telling me you didn't want to be with me anymore?" He asked in a small voice and you felt tears spring to your eyes so you quickly got to your feet "Looks like you've got this. I'm heading up"

Mouse regretted the words the moment he said them. He'd promised himself he'd give you space and time but God being this close to you after so long and not being able to touch you, you barely looking at him. He'd broken your heart he knew that but he hadn't exactly escaped unscathed either.

He called your name when you sprung up to leave but you practically ran from the room. A part of him wanted to run after you but he knew now wasn't the time. This was your job and his now as well. This was also just his first day back in Chicago and Jay hadn't even warned you. He looked back down at the stack of equipment and let out a sigh "Welcome home Gerwitz" he mumbled to the empty room before starting to put everything in its place.

Part 2

[pekoehoneyncream]

Meeting a Magpie

Price & OC

Captain Price isn't pleased by how casual the base's newest Specialist is with her health.

Words: 3400~

Tw: Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified. (sfw)

Could be read as pre-relationship Price/OC. Fun Fact: The working title for this story in my docs was "an editing disorder".

Enjoy!

Magpie approached who she hoped was Captain Price with a friendly smile. “Hiya, I'm Magpie. I think you guys requisitioned me.”

The man crossed his arms, running an impersonal assessing gaze over her, “That we did. You’re the Intel Specialist?”

“That's me!” she chirped, “You’re Captain Price?”

“I am.” He confirmed, filling Magpie with relief. He’d resembled the photo of him in her transfer documents enough that she’d been almost positive she’d stopped the right man, his beard of choice was pretty distinctive, but it was always better to double check.

Captain Price looked at her with more cordial eyes and noted how worn-down she seemed, “You look more exhausted than me. How long have you been here?”

“Total?” glancing up at the sky, she gave it some thought, “Well, I got on base at eight-hundred and it's-” she glanced at her watch, “ten-forty-seven now, so not long at all!” She laughed. The edges of her cheer stained by fatigue.

Price raised an eyebrow, then actually processed what she'd said. “You’ve been out here since eight in the morning?” He exclaimed, “That’s almost three damn hours! Let’s get you inside.”

“Do you think we could maybe hit the mess?” She asked as he turned to lead her inside.

Scanning his card to get into the building, Price held open the door for Magpie and eyed her as she passed by, “It'll be the first stop, you need to eat. You look like a walking skeleton.”

“Me?” Magpie gasped with mock offense. “I am a delight, sir! Dior is busting down my door, Chanel is on their knees.”

The door fell shut behind them and he scoffed his disbelief, though he internally found her dramatics amusing, “You’re more skin and bones than a damn cat. You need to eat. Unless you're allergic to food or something?”

She tried for a smile, but there was a wince around her eyes that she couldn't hide at the reminder of her strange relationship to food, “No, sir!”

Catching the small flinch, Price’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze sharpening. “Have issues with food, recruit?”

Magpie wobbled her head a bit, “Not ‘issues’ per se, no.” She hedged.

Eyes narrowing, Price frowned, sensing this might be a bigger problem than she was letting on. “Then why do you look like you've been missing meals?”

“I have a… high metabolism?” She excused, flashing a disarming smile up at the Captain.

The Captain’s look of skepticism couldn’t get any stronger. “That is absolutely the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” He deadpanned.

“It can't be. You're the Captain of the One-Four-One, I’m sure you’ve heard so much worse.” She tried to deflect with a joke, but Price wasn’t willing to go along with her distractions.

He stopped walking and stepped in close, deliberately looming over her. “Why won’t you tell me the truth?”

“Oh c'mon, it’s nothing bad.” Magpie tried to wave away the issue, “Nothing for you to worry about.”

His voice was gruff and demanding, his eyes locked “I’m your superior. I have the right to know. Spill the damn secret.”

“Oh, but it's so dumb. I'm surprised it's not mentioned in my file somewhere, honestly. Damn thing feels like the brass' diary sometimes,” she rambled, her hands waving and her gaze darting.

Building aggravation yanked a groan from Price, he was tired and needed her to answer him plainly. “Stop talking around it and tell me the damn issue.”

“There's no issue! I eat!” Magpie exclaimed, throwing her hands out to emphasize her claim.

“Eating the minimum ain’t enough.” Price flatly informed her, “You look like a breeze could carry you to the next county.”

“Ugh, fine. It’s just—” She hesitated and her voice dropped to an awkward mumble. “Food just doesn’t look good to me, okay?” She felt a flush start to rise in her cheeks, she was fully aware this could be seen as a juvenile way of thinking.

Dumbfounded, Price stared at her, then ran an exhausted hand over his face. “You— you don’t like looking at food?”

Twisting away from his scrutiny, Magpie shrugged, “No. It’s not looking at it. Food’s just not… appetizing.”

Stepping around, he forced her to engage with him, “Why are you making this so damn difficult? It’s a simple question. If food ain’t appetizing, then what are you even running on?”

“I… drink a lot of juice and smoothies and stuff.” She tried to excuse, ducking his gaze.

Hooking a guiding finger under her chin, Price nudged her into looking up at him. “And how long have you been doing this?”

“Uhhhh, does my enlistment date pop up somewhere in my file?” She gave him a wince of a smile.

Incredulity filled his eyes, “So you’re telling me you haven't been eating properly since—” He cut himself off, realization truly dawning. “You’ve been doing this since you joined?”

“Thereabouts,” she said with a chirp, trying to make it seem less concerning.

Rubbing at his face with both hands, he groaned. He didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. “And you call this nothing? Jesus Christ.” He looked back at her. “So, you haven’t eaten a proper damn meal in who knows how long?”

“No, no, no,” she hurried to assure him, bouncing her hands in a belaying gesture, “I eat, I do! It’s just—” she grimaced, looking down and pulling away from him again. “I just gotta kinda… force myself.”

Price propped one hand on his hip, leaving the other available to chop through the air and emphasize his words, “You do realize that eating just a few bites of food a day won’t keep your body nourished.” His tone softened slightly with some level of concern, “Why do you have to force yourself into eating?”

Magpie took in a long bracing inhale, “I guess it's some kinda psychological something. But when I'm not at home, or I don’t feel at home—” there was a heavy undertone of when I don’t feel safe in her voice “—food all looks kinda… suspicious to me? I know it doesn’t make sense, but food all looks like it’s- Not dangerous, that’s- I know it’s not dangerous. I just- Wow. I've never had to explain it like this before. People don’t ask. I dunno how to make this make sense to you.” She pulled fretfully at her fingers, flustered by him watching her struggle at getting her words to cooperate.

Watching her fidget, Price kept his gaze calm and his voice firm, “So, you refuse to actually eat a meal because food looks unsafe while you’re out of a familiar environment? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“Uhhhh, yeah,” She gave an apologetic smile. “That’s the gist, sir.”

Honestly bewildered by her story, Price threaded his free hand through his hair to tug at the back, trying to ground himself, “Love, not being able to eat ain’t something to brush off. At this point, it sounds like a goddamn disorder.”

“No, no.” She hastened, “You're not understanding me. I do eat!”

He stared her down, his expression speaking volumes. “You said, it’s practically impossible for you to eat a damn meal while you’re on base or even outside a damn space you consider familiar.”

“But I do eat!” Magpie’s voice was practically a pout at this point, “I said so! I'm good at forcing it. I don't even gag it back up anymo—” she cut herself off abruptly. She hadn’t meant to say that. That was private information.

Price's eyes widened, then narrowed in realization. “Wait a goddamn minute…” He stepped in close again, backing her up against the wall. “Say that last bit again, love.”

She stared at him for a moment, weighing her odds, “No, Sir?” She tried with a smile.

During any other conversation, he probably would’ve found that little grin charming. Instead, he stared her dead in the eyes, stern. “Say the last sentence again. You know the exact sentence I mean. Don’t bullshit me.”

“Uh, I do eat?” She backtracked.

His eye spasmed, “You know damn well that’s not the sentence I’m talkin’ about.” He leaned closer, “It sounded to me like you were saying ‘I don’t even puke it back up anymore’?”

“…Well I don’t.” She muttered petulantly.

Crossing both arms over his chest, he raised a brow and leaned back to really stare her down, “So you’re seriously telling me, if I took you to the mess right now, and placed a full plate of mashed potatoes, chicken, and vegetables with a glass of chocolate milk for after, you would not throw it all back up? You could sit there and actually eat all of it, no problem?”

“I wouldn’t throw up,” She nods with confidence. Saying nothing of eating all of it with no problems, that was an entirely separate kettle of fish.

A deep sigh rocked Price’s chest, “Yeah, that I doubt. You’ve gone too long without eating normally, love. Sounds like you’ve been relying on smoothies and juice to keep you feeling full.” His words were gruff and blunt. “Your body’s not used to actual hard food, it would probably reject regular full meals at this point-”

“Sir, please.” Magpie interjected, “You’ve misunderstood me. I had a meal yesterday- Today even. I do eat. I just… have a…” she hesitated, her voice and gaze dropping. She absurdly felt more ashamed to say this than anything else she’d said this whole awful confrontation. “I just have a hard time.” She mumbled, letting her words run together. Keeping her gaze pinned on the Captain’s cleanly laced boots.

Price was silent, the scales weighing and balancing behind his eyes as he assessed her, “Let’s keep going and assume that I believe ya.” There was a short thought filled pause. “You say you have a ‘hard time’ eating? Explain to me again what that means.”

Taking a deep breath, she drew her scattered thoughts together, determined to get him to understand this time, “People don’t ask me about this. I dunno how to…” She glanced up, as though the path to making this sound normal would reveal itself from amongst the dingy water-stained ceiling tiles, “When I'm not at home—” she cut herself off to mutter scathingly, “What am I saying? I haven’t had a home in years.” She shook herself free of that thought and spoke up again. “Okay! When I don’t feel… settled?” Her voice lilted up. It would have been more honest to say ‘when I don't feel safe’ but that still felt too babyish to admit. “Food all tends to feel suspicious to me. It doesn’t look edible. So, I have to force myself if I wanna eat. But I do eat! I promise I do. It’s just that drinks are easier. Drinks taste nice.”

Though he was listening carefully as she explained, his expression was unreadable. His arms still crossed over his chest as he took her in, determined to give understanding her strange reality his best shot.

"So, food, if it’s not a smoothie or juice, looks inedible to you, and your solution is to force yourself to eat," Price summarized. He sounded to be analyzing the situation. Trying to come up with a strategy. "Do you mean you have to force yourself not to throw it up? Or to actually stomach it?" He tried to clarify.

"Uh… both?" Magpie answered. "One after the other usually. Force myself to eat, then force it to stay down." She tried to stretch her awkward grin into a placating smile. This was an odd conversation for her, no one had ever cared to question this. She’d before never felt so warmed by an interrogation.

Price wasn’t above admitting to himself that her dimpled smiles were endearing, but he was still horrified by what she was saying, "You- you mean to tell me you force yourself to eat full meals, and when your body rejects them, you force yourself not to throw up by sheer will alone?"

"Got it in one, Captain!" Magpie shook pointed fingers at the Captain and bounced a bit on her toes, trying to find an outlet for her flourishing unease.

Price looked away, searching the empty hall for someone to sympathize with him, then back at Magpie, feeling baffled. "Your goddamn body’s running on nothing, love. You can’t be fully nourished. You’re running on fumes."

"No," Magpie draws the word out with a whine in her voice, "You're taking this out of proportion. I do eat, that's what I've been saying. I just like drinks, whereas I don't like food."

A few deep cleansing breaths calmed him enough to continue, "Drinks can be good for ya, yes. But food should still be the main damn part of ya diet, love. But you’re telling me, you do eat? You don’t only rely on drinks?" Price tried to level with her.

"Yes, sir!" Magpie chirped her affirmation.

"And how long does it take you to force a full meal down? Not a snack. An actual full, proper meal." His expression was steely, he was getting impatient. He just wanted Magpie to be honest with him.

Oh, fuck. Panic blared through Magpie's mind. “Uhm…” She scrambled to estimate how long a normal person took to finish a meal. She had no real clue, but she was certain it had to be less than her hour average. She decided to lowball it, just in case. “Twenty minutes,” She declared with all the confidence she could muster, lifting her chin.

A doubtful brow crept towards Price’s hairline, "Twenty minutes… and how long does it take for your body to actually accept a meal and stop trying to reject the damn thing?" Price waved an aggravated hand around, the other finding its home on his hip again, "You seem to have a hard time understanding that what's going on with you is a problem. A big goddamned problem."

"Well, I know that,” Magpie allowed, “but I'm handling it. I’ve got it handled, in fact."

Price tousled hair that he could feel rapidly greying, exasperated. "No, you damn don’t. How in the hell is force-feedin’ yourself, and forcing your body to not throw it back up, because you think food’s ‘suspicious’ or ‘not edible,’ handling it?"

"Well, yeah, but it’s not like I can help it.” Magpie was starting to feel a bit annoyed by the Captains persistence, “And pills make it worse."

The hard shake of his head belied the fact that Price felt that he was on the verge of losing patience, or possibly bursting from frustration, “Explain to me, how in the bloody hell pills could possibly make it worse?”

“Well I went to the medics, right? Back in Basic when this all started-.” Magpie looked to Price to make sure he was following, continuing at his nod, “and they gave me 'appetite stimulating' pills or whatever,” She added an impressively scathing flare to her finger-quotes, “but they just made it worse. It made me hungrier, yeah, but I still couldn't actually stomach food, so they switched to food additives, but actually having something added to my food just like… validated my suspicions, I guess, and made my body reject the food faster.” Magpie spread her hands in a helpless ‘There it is’ gesture, looking to Price for his judgment.

Unreacting for a moment, Price stood, stunned to silence. He was now seriously wondering how in the hell she'd even survived this long. He rubbed at his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"So you mean to tell me,” He bit out, “The medics actually gave you something to help you eat, and the only damn progress it did was make you hungrier?!"

"Well, they did stimulate my appetite." Magpie joked.

Beyond frustration. Price’s groan flattened out into a sigh. He'd almost hit acceptance at this point. "Of course they did. So, nothing's helped with your actual problem?"

"Nope." Magpie pops the 'P', staring up at the ceiling and rocking on her feet. Ready to be done with this conversation.

Covering his eyes again, he felt the curtains on his frustration lifting as his headache cheered it on for an encore. "Love… you do realize this isn’t normal, right? This is beyond someone bein’ a picky eater. I get that it’s not somethin’ you wanna be doin’ at all. But how, in jesus’ name, did you even survive boot camp?"

"Uh, painfully, sir.” Magpie winces at the memory. A phantom ache stinging her knees, the cold hours they spent pressed against her platoon’s concrete bathroom floors haunting her, “I drank a lot of smoothies back then."

Price's eyes snapped open and he jerked his head up to stare at her, "That’s not what I mean.” He felt something like desperation growing in his chest, he needed her to understand what he was saying, “I’m askin’ how the hell did you get through the physical aspect of it, especially with the running and all the damn training? Your body didn’t have the nourishment of any solid food. You must’ve felt awful."

"Oh, for sure." Magpie nodded. "But I found my niche pretty quick and by the time I’d become valuable enough that they specialized my training I’d learned that if I got tired enough I could eat on autopilot and pass out before my body could overthink its way into me gagging it back up. Eventually I learned how to Mind-Over-Matter it and not throw up at all and now-" She did some cheery jazz hands, "-here I am!"

Captain Price stared at her, hands slack, eyes wide. He was seriously trying to comprehend what in the hell he’d just heard. His mouth silently opened and closed as he tried to find any way to respond to the pile of bullshit she’d planted in front of him.

"So you survived by pushing yourself to exhaustion, and eating on autopilot to not throw it back up." Price overflowed with concern. "How in the hell did no one notice?"

Solemn eyes looked up at him. "I think somebody must have noticed,” Her voice had an apologetic edge, sorry that the Captain seemed to be taking this so hard, “especially after I went to medical for help, but… I'm really good at what I do? So I guess as long as I can keep doing it…" She trailed off with a shrug.

A tinge of anger grew in Price, but it was mixed with a wash of genuine and growing concern as well. "I seriously cannot believe that nobody bothered to get you help. They should’ve. You absolutely shouldn't have to force yourself to goddamn eat food."

The beat of silence held and grew as Magpie looked back at him without responding, there was nothing more she could say. Price sighed for the nth time this conversation and muttered. "No one else, besides the medics, knew about this?"

"I don't know, Sir.” Magpie’s tone took on a formal cadence, “I only told the medics, I’m not aware if they told anyone else, Sir."

"So, there is a possibility of someone knowing about all this. But you don’t know?" Price gazed at her with tired eyes.

"Yes, sir." She nodded.

Price backed away, but stopped her from moving forward with an aim of his finger, "Just because it’s normal to you doesn’t mean you should be this okay with it. It’s concerning, love. I can’t even begin to tell you how concerning this all is."

"I mean, it was pretty scary in boot camp." She tried to sympathize.

He shook his head, and his tone now entirely coloured by gentle concern. "Love, it’s still concerning now. You, living your life like this.” He caught the look in her eye and tilted his head up to the heavens in a faux plea for guidance, or perhaps deliverance, “Hell, you’re not even worried about it, are you?"

Magpie gave a guilty smile. "No, sir."

"Yeah, I figured as much." He grumbled, closing his eyes. Keeping his head turned away from her as he tried to think rationally. "Love, I'm trying to get you to understand how serious this is. How goddamn dangerous it is."

"Could we maybe… just go to the mess hall?” Magpie asked. “I didn't mean for this to become such a thing for you."

Price had been able to see how uncomfortable she had been throughout their discussion and with a final sigh decided to let her off the hook, "Yeah, sure, love. We can head out."

“Yay!” Magpie cheered with a happy little wiggle, "Lead on, Captain!"

Thank You For Reading!

Some context if you want it: Magpie is an expert at espionage, intel extraction, and stealth. She has no permanent post, instead getting bounced around and transferred from base to base and team to team, there's actually a waiting list for her, hence why she jokes that she gets requisitioned, like a tool. This means that she is rather desperate to make a good first impression, as she most likely won't have time to make any other kind of impression before she has to move on. Thereby why she was so determined to smooth over what is honestly a rather concerning issue, she knows that she (probably) won't be around long enough for Price to actually make any difference. That, and everything that Price is saying is something that she's already thought (or had a crisis) about. She actually had a medic write her up a few diet plans that specify how many calories and nutrients she needs to be healthy for various levels of activity, and she follows them religiously. Having a tangible end goal makes it easier for her to power through meals. She's aware that this isn't a healthy way of living, but it's how she has to live.

Let me know if you want more Magpie stuff! She's the only cod oc I have right now and I love getting to put her scenarios.

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[sugarafterhours]

Here’s a deathglare tickle fic I wrote

///the picture is from my comic I posted on my main account 🫶

TW/// Mention of kn!fe

——-Chapter 1——

it was just an average day upon the skullship. Everyone was doing their best to maintain the ships duties……well almost everyone that is. Andy was once again punished for “invading the commanders privacy” as he stood in front of commander peepers, even though the commander himself was shorter than the other watchdogs his temper and attitude made up for his height

He stood there with a stern glare “I have just about had it with you Andy! You’ve gone too far this time!”

His voice cracked in frustration “no one on this ship needs to know my business but me and me alone” he squawked only to realize that Andy was broadcasting the whole thing live , and just when things couldn’t get any worse the broadcast came across lord haters TV that was in his bedroom

“But sir I was just wondering, do you or do you not have a weakness?” Andy asked and chuckled “I mean everyone has their own weaknesses and guilty pleasu-“

peepers eye turned red with anger, his fists shook out of anger as he grabbed and smashed Andy’s camera on the ground causing the broadcast to immediately end.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!! NOW GET BACK TO WORK, ALL OF YOU OR SO HELP ME!” The short tempered commander yelped loudly and stormed off down the hallway as little footsteps could be heard

“What was that all about?” One of the watchdogs approached Andy curious of what just happened

“Oh well you see, I was interviewing the commander and asking him some questions and everything was going fine until I asked him if he had a weakness and if so what exactly was it?” Andy described “I don’t understand what the big deal is with weaknesses, I mean everyone has them. Right?” Andy questioned as he scratched his head

“Yeah for sure, everyone has their weaknesses and it’s nothing to be ashamed of……unless…”

Bean who was Andy’s cameraman thought for a moment “Maybe he’s hiding something from us and that’s why he got so angry, maybe he was afraid he was gonna slip up” bean replied

“I mean to be fair if someone found out my weakness. they could easily use it against me so I guess I can’t blame him for being upset” another watchdog commented

“Maybe he’s embarrassed” bean wondered as he crossed his arms curiously , his eye turning into what would appear to be a smug smile

“What do you mean?” Andy questioned him and tilted his head

“Maybe….whatever that weakness of his is, is too embarrassing to reveal, ya know? I mean after all he is known for being the stern hot headed commander we all know”

bean replied back confidently and gave what would appear to be a grin

The other watchdogs nodded and agreed with him. This certainly left them curious…

“Maybe he isn’t as harsh as we think he is…maybe he has a soft side to him” a watchdog added to the others

There was deafening silence then

Moments later they all busted out laughing. That’s impossible! Theres no way someone as strict and cold hearted as commander peepers could possibly have a soft side

But just what is the commanders so called weakness? Let alone if he even had one

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—Chapter 2—

Lord hater was curled up in a blanket sitting on his bed next to captain tim who was snuggled up next to him, as the broadcast had ended, not only were the watchdogs curious about peepers secret weakness. Now hater was too

“Peepers has a secret weakness huh…?” and he was determined to find out what it was that peepers was hiding. “Well….peepers can’t hide it from me, I’m his boss so he’ll have to tell me!!”

Hater claimed as he patted captain tim “isn’t that right captain tim? I mean after all I’m his boss therefore I get to tell him what to do” he said with pride as he smirked, Tim purred loudly

a few hours passed and it was getting late, the tiny commander walked down the hallway to go retrieve his boss for dinner time as little footsteps could be heard from haters room, peepers opened the door to his bedroom and spoke softly

“Sir, your dinner is waiting for you in the dining room” he spoke in a chipper tone and stood on his tippy toes as hater jolted up from his blanket “WHA- oh!” He replied and fell off the bed face first “PEEPERS DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” He shouted as the little commander ran up to him worriedly making sure that the skeleton was okay and not injured

“Sorry sir! I swear I didn’t mean to startle you” he apologized as he squinted his eye concerned, hater slowly got up and glanced down at peepers as they walked out of the room. he followed him to the dining room, his loud footsteps now accompanying his tiny commanders footsteps “you know sir today is Tuesday” peepers peered up at him as they continued to walk down the hall

hater scoffed “yeah so?” He spoke irritatedly with commander obvious

“it’s taco Tuesday” peepers sang

“TACOS!? WHERE??” Hater shouted excitedly and practically flew down the hallway, peepers chuckled to himself and mumbled “works every time”

But just as he reached the dining room hater remembered the mystery of peepers secret weakness. He just had to know what it was as his curiosity ate away at him, he panicked “wAIT- WHAT IF PEEPERS WEAKNESS IS SOMEWHERE IN THE HALLWAY?! ILL NEVER FIND OUT WHAT IT IS!!” He screamed and immediately ran back down the hall and scooped up his commander

“Sir? Is everything alright?” He questioned as hater ran with him in his arms

“WHAT?- oh! Uuuhhh…n-no nothing is wrong c peeps, I just uh…..didn’t want you to miss out on taco Tuesday” he blurted out, peepers wasn’t convinced but didn’t bother questioning it

After dinner. peepers made his way to the bathroom only for hater to watch him unsettlingly, it felt like his eyes were practically glued to peepers

“uhh peepers where are you going?” He asked as he followed, towering over him

“Uhh I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll only be a minute si-“

hater shouted at him before he could even finish his sentence “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE BATHROOM” he spoke in an aggressive manner, peepers pupil shrunk in shock

“Sir I am NOT telling you what I’m doing in there that’s private! what is the matter with you?!” He replied back in an irritated tone as he shook his fist up at his boss

Hater got flushed and realized what he had asked was a bit too personal “N-no peeps you have it all wrong! That’s not what i meant!” He stuttered and stammered as peepers gave him an unamused glare

“then WHAT exactly did you mean sir??” The commander crossed his arms and sassed him as he began tapping his foot in annoyance waiting for a response

ten seconds went by and the silence was so thick you could easily cut through it with a knife

“Uuuhhhh……what I meant was are you getting ready for bed soon? Maybe before bed you’d like to oh I don’t know…play a video game?” Sweat dripped down his face as he gave the fakest smile, it kinda creeped peepers out to be honest

Peepers stood there shocked at haters kind offer, this wasn’t like him at all. then thought for a moment as he began to blush “O-oh! Yes of course sir I’d like that!” He chirped

——chapter 3——-

“Uhh okay great! Come as soon as you’re done. DONT BE LONG!!” he shouted and zoomed off to his room, peepers shrugged and walked into the bathroom “ugh what a guy” he muttered

Once he made it to his room he closed the door behind him and sighed of relief “that was close….”

Moments later he gasped loudly “WAIT A SEC- WHAT IF HIS WEAKNESS IS IN THE BATHROOM?” He screeched “wait a sec why would it be in there….” He began changing into his pjs, mind racing and all “maybe his weakness is dairy?…is he lactose intolerant?” He thought out loud and cackled “HES TOTALLY LACTOSE INTOLERANT HAHA” he laughed as he finished dressing and plopped on the bed chuckling hysterically at the scenario

Peepers walked in already in his pjs as his pupil shrunk once again, this time in confusion “Uhh…sir?” He spoke as he tilted his head

Hater sat right up and ran up to him and began poking his belly “HAH! YOURE TOTALLY LACTOSE INTOLERANT” he shouted excitedly and laughed, but didn’t realize that when he poked peepers belly he flinched

Peepers shouted loudly “SIR WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT? I’m not lactose intolerant!” He gazed up at him confused

“Oh uhhh, sorry I must’ve gotten you mixed up with another watchdog” his lie wasn’t even a little bit convincing

“Sir what is this really about?” Peepers asked as he crawled on haters bed which felt gigantic to him

“Uuuhh what do you mean peeps?” Hater frowned and sat next to him on the bed trying to act innocent to cover up his lie

“Sir, with all respect you’ve been pestering me all day ever sin-“ peepers froze for a minute then he realized “you’ve been pestering me”………”ever since Andys broadcast ended! That’s what this is about isn’t it?” He shouted and scolded his boss “sir I’m sorry but I am very disappointed in you! You need to start respecting my privacy!”

He crossed his arms out of anger and looked away “And even if I did have a weakness which obviously I don’t…..why do you wanna know so bad?” Peepers was upset with him and it was starting to show

Hater pouted as his lip quivered, he laid on the bed right next to commander peepers “because c peeps, you’re my best frriiiiieeennnndddd” he whined

Peepers was shocked when hater said that to him, was he really his best friend or was he just being childish to get his way as usual? Either way peepers perked up and spoke in a calm tone “Im your best friend?…is…is that true sir? Do you really mean that?”

Hater grabbed him and hugged him close “well duh peeps! Everyone knows that, why else would I make you my commander in the first place? You’re my bestest buddy”

hater began to blush as he looked away, he couldn’t believe the words that just poured out of his mouth. he would never admit it out loud. but because it was just the two of them…..he trusted him whether he wanted to admit it or not , peepers genuinely meant a lot to him. he just has a hard time showing and expressing his feelings was all but he never understood why exactly that was….

a tear filled peepers eye as he hugged him back tightly “Oh sir, that makes me so happy!” He squeaked

Hater was alarmed at the little noise that came out of his commander as he looked down at him confused “Did you just squeak?” he asked in a confused yet curious tone

Commander peepers blushed deeply and tried to look away to avoid eye contact with hater , but it was hard when he was being held so closely in haters arms “N-no”

Hater smirked down at him and chuckled “yes you did, don’t lie to me peepers” hater playfully poked his belly lightly teasing him “you’re like a little squeaky toy!” He laughed

——Chapter 4——

When hater gently poked the commanders stomach, he let out another little squeak accompanied with a giggle , realizing his mistake the little commander blushed more and covered where his mouth would be in embarrassment hoping that his boss didn’t realize what just happened

“You did it again!”

Hater laughed “awww that’s so cute peeps!” He smiled at him and poked his stomach one more time hoping to hear his tiny commander squeak one last time

“S-sir please don’t!” Instead of a little squeak the commander giggled

Hater froze for a second. Then that’s when it hit him

“Peeps…….are you ticklish?!” He immediately grinned at him teasingly, his eyes lit up mischievously at the scene of the embarrassed peepers. it was an adorable sight

Peepers became flushed once again, he started to grow nervous “w-what?! No I-I’m not ticklish! Don’t be ridiculous sir”he stammered and shook nervously, he tried everything in his power to deny the fact that he was ticklish, he didn’t want anyone finding out, especially hater.

but hater wasn’t falling for it, by the flustered look on peepers face, he was most definitely ticklish….and embarrassed about it for some weird reason but hater couldn’t figure out why

“Awwwwhh!! Peepers is ticklish! Aren’t you??” Haters smirk grew larger as he gently tickled under peepers chin hoping to get another reaction out of him

Peepers blushed even more as he giggled loudly “s-sir! Please y-you’re embarrassing me” Another tiny squeak slipped out

“Embarrassing you?” He asked, then he stopped for a moment and thought….. then finally realized why peepers was so embarrassed. as the smirk grew even larger on his face

“Wait….is this your weakness?? Your weakness is tickles?” He asked aggressively

Peepers didn’t have much of a choice but to fess up “Y-yes!” He squeaked and immediately hid his eye out of embarrassment , he couldn’t make direct eye contact with hater without his stomach filling with butterflies “It’s just that….I’m really…REALLY ticklish, I-i dunno why but even the slightest touch gets me” he winced out of embarrassment and explained to hater as he hovered over him looking down at the embarrassed commander who was curled up in a ball of shame

“Wow peeps…and to think I was barely even touching you” he replied and smirked “maybe we should see just how ticklish you REALLY are….” hater approached him closer as peepers backed up all the way to the headboard, he felt his face getting hot as he looked back at the headboard then back at the tall skeleton who was ready to ambush him with tickles “S-sir please n-no!” He stuttered and begged him as his pupil once again shrunk out of fear as he shook nervously

Moments later, hater gently sat on the tiny commanders waist to pin him and immediately began tickling his body rubbing his long fingers up and down peepers sides

Peepers didn��t have time to react to the fact that his boss, the person he had the biggest crush on was sitting on his waist, he busted out in laughter and began to squirm at the sensation of the deep tickles, he began to feel it deep in his ribs

“N-nohohohoh plhehehehleassssee!!!” The commander cried out and wiggled

Hater stopped for a moment and looked directly into his eye

this started to make hater feel hot and bothered, he could feel his face getting hot , he wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was pinning down the commander, or if it was the adorable little squeaks he cried out…..or the fact that he had came face to face with a helpless and humiliated peepers which made him feel even more powerful, or maybe it was all three

he didn’t know what exactly it was he was feeling but for some reason it was starting to turn him on, he looked down at him once again and gave him a smug look

Peepers caught his breath and looked up at hater who was smirking down at him, his face got slightly redder once he realized that hater was practically riding him

“Uhm…..S-sir?” He cried out “w-what are you doing?” He began to feel some tension in his nether reigns

Hater crossed his arms and grinned playfully “How’s about you guess then if you’re right I’ll let you go and leave you alone?”

Peepers got nervous and spoke in a shaky tone of voice “U-uhh you’re gonna…..l-let me go so I can get back to work?” He chirped nervously

“WRONG!” Hater yelled which startled peepers and started tickling his stomach, his smirk growing bigger at the sight of the embarrassed little peepers

Commander peepers squealed and began laughing hysterically, his stomach was especially the most sensitive

“Gahahahahhahh! Sheherherherherrr!! No faiirrr!” He squirmed and struggled underneath hater who was pinning him down

Hater got up close and personal to peepers face and started taunting him playfully “Tickle tickle tickle~” he whispered

The commander realized that he was too far gone, there was absolutely no turning back now as he was completely under haters control

Peepers jerked and twitched, tears were now streaming down from laughing so hard

Hater laughed for a moment and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath “Grop peepers” haters voice became low and seductive.

“I never realized just how submissive and obedient you were~” he winked at him

The little commander caught his breath and blushed deeply at his response “I-I am not submissive! And you know it!” He denied angrily “it’s only because you bullied me into submission!” He squawked as the blush slowly faded away from his face..eye?

“Ohhh but you love it don’t you?” Hater growled teasingly and gently pulled his commanders face closer to his by placing his finger under his chin before giving it a second tickle

Commander peepers winced and whimpered as he tried to look away but failed miserably, he had never felt so embarrassed “S-sir~” he squeaked cutely. he secretly loved every minute of it

Hater smiled down at him and let go of his chin “Okay peeps….I’m done” His smile seemed sincere

“R-really?” Peepers asked relieved as he sighed loudly

Hater screamed “NOPE! I’m gonna getcha!!” Hater continued to taunt him. He began tickling him once again and began tickling around his navel, this made peeps squeal loudly and jolt

“Hey peeps..” hater blurted out still ticking him as he got up close to his face once again “Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo” he mocked him seeing how he would react this time

Peepers could feel his knees weaken, stomach fill with butterflies as his face became really hot, hot enough to the point where he almost felt like he was burning up, but in reality it was from being so flushed. “NOO! GHAHAHAH plehehehese sir stohohohopp! I can’t take it anymohohohoooree~” he started kicking his feet

hater had never ever seen peepers like this before, he felt pleased with himself as he laughed at poor peepers who was absolutely drowning in embarrassment. then a couple minutes later he finally stopped and this time for good

He carefully got off of c peeps and peeps finally managed to fully catch his breath as he was drenched in sweat from laughing so hard , hater laid next to him and grinned right before peepers looked at him and covered his face in embarrassment, he couldn’t bare to look at him

Hater spoke softly “Heh…you’re so cute peeps” he commented as he blushed a little

“S-shut up!” Peepers replied annoyed with him, he couldn’t look at his boss the same way again after this

a few seconds later peepers slowly uncovered his face to peer at hater, hater just laid there next to him smiling at him , peepers grumbled and finally gave in as he cuddled up close to hater

“Uh peeps…..ya know you’re really cute when you’re like this….I’ve never seen you this way before” he blushed a bit as he held c peeps close to him rubbing his back to comfort him

“Well sir…..you should consider yourself lucky, no one has ever seen this side of me before..” peepers explained “I just get embarrassed at the thought of others seeing me as all soft and mushy….I don’t wanna have that reputation” he sighed out of stress

Hater smiled at him and whispered softly “Well uh” he stuttered nervously “I’m just glad that you trust me enough to be able to talk to me about these things, and ya know I hate to admit it but…you can still be big and tough and still be a bit soft” he blushed “I uh….I know it’s not easy but despite what happened tonight. But I won’t look or think any differently of you because of it”

Peepers blushed out of shock, his heart started pounding. What hater just said was so reassuring it put him at ease. he didn’t feel as embarrassed now “Th-thank you sir….that means so much to me” he perked up and cuddled him

“No prob peeps…..no prob” he whispered as a few minutes went by “the only thing that makes me see you a bit differently is just how adorable you are when I’m taunting and ticking you, I’ll have to do this more often” he teased and winked at him

Peepers heart fluttered as he buried his face into haters chest “Shut up~” he muttered as hater laughed at him “Oh settle down you big softy”

The two finally settled down after all the excitement, peepers ended up falling asleep with hater but just before he fell asleep in his arm he couldn’t help but feel at ease after the discussion he had with hater, he actually felt a lot better and hater promised to keep his weakness a secret

besides what fun would it be if everyone found out? Hater would no longer get peepers all to himself anymore

The next morning hater was in the kitchen getting peepers coffee ready, peepers woke up to the sweet smell of hot coffee and slowly shuffled his way to the kitchen to get some breakfast

He walked in and yawned as he rubbed his eye then proceeded to walk up to get his coffee only for hater to hug him from behind, it was warm and cozy “Mmmh morning peeps” hater growled affectionately and nudged him as a little giggle slipped out of peepers mouth

“Sir please you’re distracting me~” he spoke in a sleepy tone, he had never felt so loved

[thotsforvillainrights]

Alright… I’m craving some skeptic Christmas smutty.

How about a little #8, #15, #17, and #20?

Man is force into a Christmas break, and he thinks a best way to spend it is with their partner in a cozy cottage, surround by nature and far away from city. And maybe they get snowed in and reader suggested they should “keep themselves warm”

Hehehehe

Anyway, don’t overwork yourself! Especially this holiday!

Love ya, rest well, and happy holiday!

(Every time someone requests Skeptic content, I treat it as a gift for myself...)

~Tomoyasu Chikazoku Prompts #8,15,17,20~

"What? But sir I...yes, I see. I understand yes. Very well then." He grits his teeth and hangs up the phone before laying his head on his desk and trying to control his breathing. You careful enter the home office where he's at and place a plate with finger sandwiches down next to him. He takes a peak at you with one uncovered eye and you can tell he's still glaring. "What's wrong?" You ask, knowing he's going to likely either ignore you, or tell you. Luckily you get the latter of the two outcomes. "I'm essentially being forced to take a Christmas vacation. I've apparently stacked too much overtime and we're severely overstaffed by the workers trying to get a little extra cash on their schedules this holiday. I told them I can work for free and they still denied my offer." He grumbled and you sighed. "You'd rather work for free than spend time with me?" You teased and he quickly sat up, blowing bangs out of his face for a moment. "I never said that." You laughed and went to sit in his lap, taking over control of his computer for a moment. "What are you doing?" He asked but you didn't reply. In fact, you didn't say a word until you finished the task at hand. "Booking us a romantic trip for Christmas before all the spots fill up. Look, I know you don't see a point in this time of the year but I swear if you give me a week then I'll show you what makes it so fun!" Despite your cheerful demeanor, he still managed to mope around the entire time. During the road trip, during the ski lessons, during the couples Christmas workshop, during the hot cocoa and dinner, he moped during all of this. He even moped around when the two of you retreated to the dazzling cabin retreat on the side of the mountain overlooking a beautiful view. He watched you sitting next to him on the bed, smiling widely at the same Christmas movie you watched every single year. You seemed so happy through everything. "What the hell are you even so happy about right now? It's been freezing cold this entire time, the car almost got stuck halfway up here, there are too many people in the dining hall, you busted your ass skiing, and we nearly got chased by a bear when trying to get our shit into the cabin." You still smiled and nuzzled closely into his side before speaking again. "Because I'm with you." And probably for the first time he finally started to understand why this time of the year meant so much to you. It wasn't what you were doing, but what you were doing together. And he would've returned the sentiment had your hands not begun to wander beneath his sweater and toward the hemline of his pants. "Looks like we're snowed in." You hinted at the view from the window. "Yeah? Is that so?" He whispers while feeling that familiar heat creeping up beneath his skin. You smirk at him. "Yeah. Maybe I can show you a little more holiday cheer than earlier, Tomoyasu~" He wouldn't dare complain about it now. Especially not with the way you were causing him to burn up internally like this.

[danni-k]

Doctor’s Visit

Based on what if things ended up differently for my favorite antagonist couple.

“Hellllooo nurse!” You hear as you look up from your desk. Looking down at you was this shaggy long haired man with honey colored eyes. Laughing you said, “Nah,” more to yourself than him. He looked like the best bad decision you could make and you couldn’t afford to make one at work. “Damn at least I made you laugh do I get points for that?” He asked as he leaned down giving you a whiff of his cologne and and weed cementing hisself as a bad decision. He was cute though and it wouldn’t hurt to keep your options open for a little fun after you finish this rotation of shadowing. “You’re right 2 points for making me laugh and using a cartoon line,” you say smiling back up at him. “ I see you are a enjoyer of the great 90s cartoons, I like.” He said in his most snobbish aristocratic voice. Laughing you ask, “Can I help you sir?” Seeing that you were warming up to him he went in for the kill. “Your name and number will be nice.Also I’m here for my 3:30,” seeing the blank look on your face he added, “Hanma Suji, remember that I’ll have you screaming it after our date.”

“A little presumptuous are we? And no thank you it’s against policy to fraternize with the patients.” Keeping your eyes on the screen so you can try to keep an ounce of professionalism and not hurt his feelings by laughing in his face. Even if he wasn’t a patient that line would’ve turned you off of him. “Don’t worry I’m not crazy; I’m just here as part of my probation,” he said not realizing that wasn’t the part that caused you to decline his offer. Finishing up his check in you smiled nicely and let him know, “That’s not as big of a flex as you think it is. But I have you checked in.” He gave you one final cocky smile and a couple of finger guns stating, “And you’ve been checked out,” as he walked to the waiting room and took a seat.

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“Your 3:30 is here.” You say coming into the office. Your colleague was sitting in the armchair basking in the sun from the skylight. He turned his head to look at you complaining, “God why did I let you talk me into this?” Closing the door behind you; you walk over to the chair across from him stating, “Because Kisaki you made me do it last week.” He thought it would be more efficient if one of you focused on the paperwork while the other focused on the patients. It was also his idea that the one taking patients didn’t read the files so they couldn’t have any biases already made. Which was good but it also left you blindsided on what was going to happen until the last minute. Taking his glasses off Kisaki pinched the bridge of his nose he said, “I swear they weren’t this needy last week.” Of course he didn’t think it bad he was the one on paperwork, laughing you say, “Come on it can’t be that bad.” Rolling his eyes he looked at you stating, “”I almost had to call the cops on that couple that just left.

“It was the wife wasn’t it? I told you she seemed like she was overbearing and he looked like he was about to bust.” You asked sitting down in the other chair. “You wouldn’t believe it. He started unloading on her and then she started crying and beating on herself. She only stopped when I told her I would have to call the authorities.” Stories like this is why you wanted to be a therapist. Some of the things that people come in with beat out anything on tv. Already preparing yourself for the extra work you ask, “You gonna still send them to the house?”

“Yeah if she’s like that in front of me just think what she like behind close doors. Anyway what do you have for me?” He asked changing the subject. You almost forgot about the guy outside thinking about the drama that’s gonna happen when the cops do their wellness check. Pulling out your iPad you go into the notes that you had placed in his file and started your report, “He’s a handful. He says he’s not crazy and he’s just here because of his probation. Seems like the type to use humor to deflect, so direct questions won’t really work on him if your ask too personal a question. Also I would recommend recording the session I feel like if he sees you writing anything he’ll feel like he said something wrong.” You could see him deflating as you finished. You two have known each other for two years and you knew that as much as he wanted to just go through the motions he wasn’t going to let a challenge slip through his fingers.

“Ugh don’t you think you’d be better for this one?” He asked getting up so he can get the recording system set up. Using your best southern belle accent you state, “Not you trying to make me use my southern charm and feminine wiles on him.”

“You don’t think you could do it?”

“Oh I know I could but he already asked me out and I’m not trying to deal with that again.” You two didn’t get along for no reason, you could’ve easily cracked him at the front desk but it’s not your week to take patients.

“Not even if I said my leg was acting up?” Kisaki was in an accident as a kid that left him with nerve damage in his leg and caused him to walk with a cane on his bad days. You’ve seen him use his injury to get sympathy from professors to girls, as well as use it to garner trust from the younger patients, so it wasn’t going to work on you.

“Nope, get up and walk around for a bit.” You replied while finishing up the timetable for the next day.

“So mean.”

Giving him a bride hug around the neck you let him know that “You got ten minutes before I bring him in.”

“Fine.” He says as you walk out the room. Ten minutes later you knock on the door letting him know to get ready. As the door opens he hears a familiar voice calling back to you down the hall, “Are you sure about that date I know a good sushi spot? What’s up doc can we speed this along I gotta make sure I get out before that nurse of yours before she leaves.” Not being able to help himself Kisaki utters, “Holy shit.” Like a ghost from his past he sees the only person he would ever consider a friend. His hair is longer but there is no mistaking the “sin” and “punishment” tattoos on his hands.

Now Hanma was use to word getting around that he’s a hard time, this is the 5th therapist he’s been to since he’s gotten out five months ago, but that’s not usually the reaction he’s gotten from just walking in; laughing it if he jokes , “That’s not very professional doc. Fuck…” looking up he sees the reason he’s been in prison for the past 12 years. All those years Kisaki never thought he’d see the one person who saved his future. Hanma had owed up to two murders and said he wasn’t involved to prevent him from going to prison. Anyone else he would’ve had to trick into taking the charges but he took the blame for everything.

“It’s you.”

“Long time no see Tetta.”

@bubble4u @cottacyber @summerxxplosion

[regulus-books]

wc: 700

warnings: the literal smallest amount of abuse (I don't think it counts as abuse, but better safe than sorry), regulus calling james father (sensually??)

PRIEST JAMES X DEMON REGULUS DONT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE!!!

"Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him - James 1:12." The preacher said, watching over the people in the pews. Regulus was more than surprised when he saw the man. He's young, most of Regulus' victims aren't. Besides young, he's attractive too. Honey brown skin, beautiful hazel eyes, and a bright smile. His curly brown hair is left messy as a mop, but it fits him Regulus thinks. He says something that Regulus doesn't quite catch, and suddenly everyone is leaving.

The young preacher stands at his platform and watches as everyone but Regulus, disbands. Regulus watches him instead, studying his moves. He's smiling, saying goodbye to young children, then he's back at his platform, reading his bible. Regulus finally stands when everyone else is gone, walking up to the preacher, his boots clomping and echoing through the large church.

"Hello." The man says, looking Regulus up and down, taking him in. "Is there something you need, sir?"

"No, not right now, I suppose." Regulus rests his hands near the mans, "Do you have a name?"

"Of course I have a name. My name is James." Regulus scoffs out a laugh.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Regulus remarks, James' smile gets wider and he nods.

"Apologies, I didn't catch your name."

"Regulus." He simply answers.

"That's ironic too, you are a star. Close to the heavens." James pauses, "Is that why your parents named you that?" James asks, his eyes flickering from Regulus' eyes to his hands, his ring shining red through the onyx. He smirks, covering his hand.

"Quite the opposite, actually."

"How so?"

"Well, James," Regulus watches as James' lips upturn more, "Regulus is the heart of the lion, no?" James nods for Regulus to continue, "My brother is Sirius, Orion's dog, my mum thought it'd be poetic in a way, she was sure that Orion's dog would rip out the heart of the lion when he got sick of me. My parents didn't care too much for Jesus Christ, or God." James' smile falters.

"And where is Sirius today? Nobody joined you in your pew." This causes Regulus to sharply inhale.

"Dead." Regulus feels awkward for the first time in millennia, twisting his ring and not looking up at James.

"Well, he's in a better place then." James tries to place a reassuring hand on Regulus' shoulder. Regulus smiles tightly and nods, he knows Sirius went to heaven, he had too. He was good from the age of 0, all the way up till he died. "You're very beautiful." James says, and Regulus almost busts out laughing.

"Well, I'm not that much of a saint, y'know? They say Satan was beautiful."

"Saintly people can be beautiful." James remarks, leaning on his platform, both of his hands resting near Regulus'.

"Yes, I can see that." Regulus looks James up and down, causing James' face to flush red. "‘The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.’ Who said that, James?" Regulus quotes, and brushes James' hair from his face.

"Sorry, I can't think right now." James says, his doe eyes big, watching Regulus' every move.

"Oscar Wilde said that. I believe he's right. I'm a sinner. I'm a filthy sinner. Are you?" Regulus taunts.

"Yes." James mumbles, but then he snaps out of his like trans, "No. I'm a man of God, Regulus. Why do you think you're a sinner?" Regulus walks around the pew and places a hand on James' chest. Clearly he works out.

"Can I kiss you, father?" James' breath hitches in his throat, but nods. Regulus licks his lips and smashes his lips to James', he feels as James hooks a hand behind his head, feeling at the hair at the nape of his neck. Regulus brushes his tongue lightly along James' bottom lip, pushing in his tongue before James abruptly pulls away.

"Can I take you out on a proper date? I mean, not in the church?" James asks, and for the first time ever, Regulus says yes.

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Arcadia or Bust (19)

Arcadia Oaks High School Stadium

FF.net | Ao3

I ran a poll to see what WIP I would update next and this story won! I had been hesitating on this chapter for a while since it deals with a topic I know little about…

Football.

Ultimately, I got a basic rundown of the rules from my husband and ran with it. Please don’t correct me in the comments, I’m sure I’ve made a mistake. 

That being said…this chapter is chaos and I hope you all enjoy.

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Barbara was not happy. 

“No. Practice is one thing, but a game? No sir!” 

“But mom! They’re all counting on me!”

“It’s a game, Jim. If we were talking about the safety of the world I’d give it a little thought, but not high school football! And I have to work that night so I can’t even be there to check on you!” 

Jim sighed, knowing that his mom was completely justified in feeling like this. “But it is just a game. I’m not going to war. How badly could a couple of high school boys hurt me?” 

“Jim, do you know how many football injuries there are in a season?” 

“I’m assuming more than I thought?” 

“No football.” 

Jim screwed up his lips, “Alright, then how about this: I play as long as I feel good. If I start to ache or twinge in any way, I bow out.” 

Barbara was quiet, contemplating. 

“I’ll be really careful, mom. I just…I feel like it’s a way to make it up to the town for the whole…” he flexed his arms and swung them like a gorilla. “I know it’s not much, but I think it will mean more to them.” 

Barbara dropped her arms in defeat. “Kiddo, you have to stop playing with my heart strings. Fine. You can play. But please be careful!” 

“Don’t worry, I will!” He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek. 

“And tell Coach Lawrence if anything happens to you, I’m suturing his mouth shut!” 

“Horrifying mental image, mom!” Jim called as he retreated into the garage. 

Upon opening the door, Claire and Toby were waiting. 

“Where’s Nari?” Asked Claire. 

“She’ll be out in a minute. In other news, I’m cleared to play on Friday.” 

Toby laughed. “How did you manage that?” 

“I’m not above begging.” 

“I am ready!” Nari skipped out of the house, notebook in hand. 

“Is that my Journal?” Jim asked. 

“Yes, you said that you had written down all accounts of events while you were Trollhunter. I thought I should read it first before Bellroc and Skrael.” 

“So you can tear out all the personal parts, right?”

“Oh no!” She hugged the journal. “Those are the most important! Your thoughts and feelings, everything that makes you a human…I promise to cherish it.” 

Jim shook his head slightly in embarrassment. “Okay…” 

As they were talking, Jim noticed a strange car coming down the road, it slowed in front of his house, but didn’t park in the driveway. 

“Who’s that?” Claire asked, following his gaze.

“One guess.” 

James Lake Sr. got out of the car, leaning to say something to the driver, and then started toward the house. 

“On your way to school?” He asked, good natured. 

“Where else would we be off to on a Wednesday morning?” Jim snapped back. 

“Fair enough.” As he headed into the house, he passed Nari and peered at her curiously. After all, she could be wearing human clothes, but that didn’t make her look any more human. “Another…uh friend?” He refrained from saying ‘freak’. 

Nari smiled at him. “Nari, of the Eternal Forest!” 

“James Lake,,” He held out his hand to shake. 

“Oh! You are the Trollhunter’s father? How wonderful to meet you!” She clasped his hand in both of hers.

Almost immediately, her eyes flashed with a bright light and she tore away from him, and shuffled back towards Jim.

“What? I know my hands are cold, but they’re not that cold…” He chuckled. “Have a good day at school, kids!” He waved as he walked inside.

“J-Jim…” Nari stuttered, as she clenched onto Jim’s sleeve. “I…I’m so sorry. Your father…he’s…he’s horrible.” 

Jim patted her head calmly. “I know he is Nari. I’m sorry you had to see whatever it was that you saw.” 

Nari pursed her lips, unconvinced that Jim truly knew what his father was hiding. 

–

With all the work Jim had to do to catch back up, the week went quickly, and Friday approached before he knew it. 

“We didn’t have time to get you a preferred number, so you’ll just have to deal with being number 64,” Steve explained while they were in the locker room. 

Jim held up the XXXL jersey against himself. Once upon a time, he’d be swimming in it, but now…it might be a bit snug. 

“This has to go over padding, right?” 

“Yeah.” Steve patted the plastic suit of armor Jim would be donning for the battle…mainly just shoulder pads and a cup. “Unless you want to try to go without?”

“I think my mother would kill me if I didn’t wear any padding.” Jim winced. He already had his uniform in place from the waist down. He opted to go without the thigh and knee pads. He took the shoulder pads and put them on. Then he put the jersey over it. It wasn’t completely uncomfortable, but not nearly as natural a feeling as his Daylight Armor. 

Steve practically had stars in his eyes. “You’re going to make them pee their pants!”

Jim stood, not thrilled that the shoulder pads partially blocked his peripheral view. But it was kind of cool that Steve looked small to him, even in his own gear. 

“Alright,” Coach Lawrence announced as he walked into the locker room. “I’ve been meaning to send this helmet back since it was cracked, but I took a dremel to it and made holes for your horns. 

Jim attempted to put the helmet on, but the holes weren’t big enough. 

In the end, Coach reviewed the plays with the team while one of the other players used the dremel to make the holes bigger. Finally, the helmet snapped into place and the team cried out with a unanimous ‘yay!’ 

Coach looked like he was going to cry. “You look like a tank,” he sniveled. Then he collected himself. “Alright, remember team, Jim’s going to get the ball and run it in as often as possible. Keep the other team back, because they’ll no doubt try to take him out. Per doctor’s orders, if he feels hurt, he’s to be benched. We’re a team. Jim’s going to turn this season around for us, but he can’t do it alone. Don’t slack off, don’t leave it to him. Work together, just as we have so far. Now…who’s ready to kick some ass!?” 

All the boys put their hands in the center of the circle and did their game chant. “MOLES DIG HARD!”

–

Bellroc and Skrael followed Nari to the football field. While Nari was getting used to wearing human clothes to stay inconspicuous, Bellroc and Skrael stayed in their natural forms.

It was a good thing the people of Arcadia were used to magical beings, or they would have gotten a bigger reaction than just a few confused looks. 

“So, tell us again, the Trollhunter is participating in a battle?” Skrael asked. 

“No no,” Nari laughed. “They have assured me that this combat is truly a sport, a game. There will be no bloodshed.” 

“Then how do they determine the victor?” Asked Bellroc. 

“I am unclear on the rules. But as the name suggests, I believe there are feet and balls involved.” 

They approached the gate, where they were stopped. “How many?”

“How many what?” Asked Bellroc. 

The ticket booth volunteer rolled his eyes. “How many tickets do you need? It’s 5 dollars a person.” 

“What do we need tickets for?” Asked Skrael. 

“To…get in? Are you not here for the game?”

“We were not aware there was a need to exchange goods to enter this arena.” 

The man sighed. “Look, I can’t just let any magical beings in here. How would that be fair?”

“Nari!” Toby called, running towards them. 

“Oh! Toby!” Nari smiled. 

He slowed his trot as he noticed the other two with her. “Oh…are these your siblings?” 

“Can you guys move over?” Asked the ticket vendor. “There’s a line forming.”

Toby grabbed the three and tugged them over a few feet. “Hi, I’m Toby, friend of Jim’s.” He held out his hand for a shake. 

Neither Bellroc nor Skrael went for it. “You are friends with the Trollhunter?” 

“Oh yeah, me and Jimbo are best buds!” 

“I can attest to this,” said Nari. “Toby and Jim are very close.” 

“Interesting to see the company the Young Trollhunter keeps…” Noted Bellroc. 

“Perhaps you can help us, Toby. We wish to see Jim’s battle, and we cannot gain entrance.” 

“You need money, dudes.” Toby took out his wallet and looked at the few bills within. “Hmm…well, I guess I don’t need dinner…”  

“Save your money, One Called Toby,” said Skrael, holding up a hand. He then raised his other hand, where a ball of ice began to form. Using both hands, he manipulated the ice ball into a small diamond ring. 

He approached the ticket counter and held it up to the vendor. “Here, proprietor, an enchanted ring. While worn, it keeps any vessel of liquid cold. Would you accept this in exchange for entrance?” 

The man took the ring, put it on, and took a sip of his drink. “Wow! It works! Never a lukewarm beer again…yeah, this will do. You four can go on in!” 

Skrael bowed his head and gestured the others forward. 

“Wow! That was amazing!” Said Toby. “Can you make other enchanted items?”

Skrael and Bellroc chuckled. “Where do you think magic comes from? We are magic embodied.” 

“Awesome sauce!” He squealed, then he patted himself down. “Can you enchant my keys so I can never lose them?” 

Again, the three mystic beings laughed. 

“Your desires are so simple, yet so delightfully wholesome,” Nari giggled. She waved her hand and the keys flashed yellow. “No matter where you go, your keys will find you.” 

Toby squealed in excitement. “Ohmygosh Darci’s never going to believe this!” 

“Do not think we are enchanting objects at every request. Balance must be maintained. A set of returning keys may not tip the scale, but if we fulfilled every request, it may.” 

“I understand. I won’t tell anyone!” He totally was. “Now, let’s find some good seats!” 

Not long after they got inside the gate did Bellroc stop. “I smell the cooking flesh of a mammal.” 

Skrael sniffed the air. “As do I.” 

“What? Oh. That’s a really weird way to say you smell food. It’s probably the concession stands…you know, where they sell snacks?” 

“Snacks?”

“Food,” clarified Nari. “Some human foods are very delectable.” 

“I would like to consume the cooked flesh,” said Bellroc. 

“Again, a really weird way of saying that. Let’s get in line then.”  

In line, Toby described the different menu items to the Order, while other people in line gave them strange looks. 

“What is a…‘walking taco’? Does it have legs?” 

“No, no…” Toby explained, ready to explode. “It’s ground beef, you remember the hamburger? It’s crumbled into a bag of corn chips and sprinkled with cheese and lettuce. It’s like a taco, but more portable.” 

“I believe I shall have the ‘Hot Dog’. I am intrigued by the cylindrical meat,” said Bellroc. 

“And I shall have a ‘Walking Taco’,” said Skrael.

“Toby? I do not wish to consume meat. Is there something without it?” Asked Nari. 

“Oh yeah! You can have popcorn! You’ll like it!” 

Finally, armed with food, Toby led the Arcane Order into the packed stadium to find seats. 

It was a good thing they stood out, since Darci and Claire spotted them quickly and stood, waving from the student section. 

Through many ‘excuse me pardon me’s, the group made it to the row, to find just enough space for them all. They rearranged so that Toby could sit by Darci, which left Claire to sit by Nari and the rest of the Order. 

“Claire, these are my siblings, Skrael of the North Wind, and Bellroc, Keeper of the Flame.” 

 Claire offered a polite smile, despite how scary these two newcomers were. 

Hadn’t Jim and Nari mentioned they wanted to purge the earth of life? 

“And this is Claire, the Trollhunter’s mate.” 

“He chose a human as a mate?” Bellroc scoffed. 

“We were dating before he was transformed,” Claire offered as an explanation. 

“Ah, I see then. Was it difficult to adapt?”

“I think it was harder for him,” she smiled softly. “Jim is rather easy to love.” 

Skrael gave Bellroc a look, though what it meant, no one was sure. 

“Claire,” Nari asked. “Can you explain what the rules of this battle are? They asked me, but I cannot explain it.” 

“Oh, I can, sort of. There’s a lot of small rules that make it more complicated…but basically, there’s two teams. The Arcadia Moles, Jim’s team, and the Reese Puffer Rockets. Both teams start in the middle of the field, and have four chances to get the ball down at least 10 yards…that’s what the white lines on the field are for. The ultimate goal is to get to the end zone. The side with the scoreboard is our side…we don’t want the ball over there. We want our team to get the ball over on this side.” She pointed at the end zone closest to them. “When they make it to the end zone, it’s called a touchdown, and worth six points. The team with the most points when the clock runs out, wins.” 

“What are the large yellow posts for? Are the losers strung up to them in the end?”

“No no no,” Claire laughed, a bit horrified. “Those are goal posts. After a touchdown, players can try for an extra point by kicking the ball through the goal.”  

“Seems fairly simple, as most human activities tend to be. What weapons do the combatants have?” 

“Oh, no weapons. They can tackle each other, but no punching. It’s not really a battle at all.” 

“Hm…and here I thought the humans had found a way to focus their bloodlust.” 

“It can still be brutal. But the object of the game is to get points, not hurt others.” 

“We shall see if that is true.” 

–

At 5:30, the broadcast began. “Gooooood evening ladies and gentlemen! I’m Eli Pepperjack.” 

“And I’m Shannon Longhannon.” 

“And we’d like to welcome you all to this very special game!”

“Arcadia Oaks High has had a very rough season so far, with not a single win! But that all changes tonight!” 

“That’s right Shannon, because tonight, we’re welcoming a new player onto the team! Jim Lake Jr. is in the stadium tonight!” 

The crowd went crazy, shouting ‘Lake! Lake! Lake!’

“Just listen to that crowd! You know that’s a hometown hero when you hear that,” Shannon chirped.   

“Lake is replacing Shamus Johnson as Running Back. Johnson is suspended for three games for bad behavior.” 

“Can you say that over the radio?”

“He shoved me in a locker yesterday. I don’t give a flip.” 

“Lake has had a rough season himself,” said Shannon. “At the beginning of the summer, he valiantly rescued and saved dozens of lives during the ‘freak tornado’ that broke out over the canal. He sustained some serious injuries, but not enough to keep him down! He returned from a backpacking trip from New Jersey just in time to start the school year. While still injured, Jim topped his gym class records. Then, only a few days ago, tragedy struck.” 

“Jim’s a real special guy,” said Eli. “He’s got a growth defect, so when you see this hulking blue skinned, horned teenager…you’re going to want to call the army.” 

“And that’s exactly what happened! The army came and took Jim away.” 

“Now, if you haven’t seen the online campaign #FreeJimLakeJr, you must simply be living under a rock!” 

“And considering that Jim is here and ready to play goes to show that the campaign worked!”

“Now, I could go on all day about Jim. He’s a real pal. But he’s not the only heavy hitter on the field.” 

“You’re right about that, Eli. Steve Palchuk, Quarterback for the Moles has been a real threat on the field.”

“That he has, Shannon. Remember that touchdown he had against the Ducks? Pure poetry.” 

“The only one scored the whole game. You’d think they would have scored more playing against a field of birds.”

“Didn’t you know? Ducks are extremely violent creatures. Only second to geese.” 

Shannon shivered. “I just got chills. We’re playing the Geese next week.” 

“That’s okay! Jim’s a great chef! I’m sure he’ll whip up a nice goose dinner.” 

“Oh, I’m getting the announcement that the game is about to begin. Looks like the Rockets are gathering on the field.”  

–

Ray Tanner was a Junior at Reese Puffer. It was a larger school than Arcadia, by a long shot, but he still had a prominent place on the team as one of the Defensive Ends, the player best suited to tackle the Running Backs.  

“Hey Ray! You up for going over to Kelsey’s after the game? You know it won’t take very long. These guys have been pushovers all season,” said Zach, another Linemen. 

“Yeah, I have my swim trunks in my bag. I think the bus ride home will be longer than the game!” 

The boys laughed as the loudspeaker turned on. “Introducing your Arcadia Moles starting lineup!” 

“This oughta be good,” said Ray to his friends. 

“Starting with the offensive guards, we have Sophomores Wayne Franklin and Jordan Cooke.” 

The Rockets watched as names were called and students ran out. Each kid was as lanky and pathetic as the last. Some were tubby, but not bulky, and ran rather slow. The Rockets snickered to each other. 

“Now coming in, Junior Steve Palchuk, your Quarterback.” 

Steve hit the field, raising his arms to encourage the chants and cheers. 

“Oh he looks like he’ll put up a fight,” said Zach. 

“Yeah, but he’s just one guy. If that Johnson kid is Running Back again, there’s not going to be any issues.” 

“And finally, the player you’ve all been waiting for!” ‘The Eye of the Tiger’ started playing over the speakers. “Coming in at 6'6, 300 pounds of pure muscle, The Man, the Myth, the Legend…your Running Back Jim Lake Jr.!” 

The crowd went wild with cheers as Jim hit the field. 

Ray Tanner felt weak. 

This guy was a foot taller than his teammates. He was easily the biggest dude on the field, including everyone from the Rockets. And by god, he had horns and blue skin! 

He had a nice hustle onto the field, and waved humbly to the crowd that continued to chant, ‘Lake! Lake! Lake!’ 

Ray Tanner wondered if there was a hot tub at his friend’s house, as he figured he’d be rather sore by the end of the night. 

—

“Well Shannon, I can see from here that the Rockets are looking pretty shaken by the appearance of our secret weapon.”

“That they are, Eli. But does Jim have what it takes to change the tides of war? Let’s see! Looks like the Moles won the coin toss, so they’re on offense. The Rockets will start the kickoff here in a moment.” 

“While we wait, did you know that Jim is building his own house with his bare hands?”

“Wow, really? That’s so impressive!”

“I saw it myself. Last I knew, he was installing the plumbing all by himself too.” 

“And here I’m having a hard enough time holding the flashlight for my dad when he fixes the sink! Let’s hope that Jim continues to heal up nicely so he can get back to his project.” 

“I talked to his girlfriend, Claire Nunez, this morning too. She said a lot of people were coming out tonight specifically to see Jim. Unfortunately, his mother Dr. Lake couldn’t make it, as she’s hard at work in the hospital. But we’re going to give her a shout out in case she’s near a radio. Hi Doctor Lake!”

“Hi Doctor Lake!” Shannon parroted. 

“Oh, looks like the kickoff is lined up. Number 37, Finch, is up to kick for the Rockets and wow! It’s a beautiful shot down the middle, landing at the 30. Looks like the Moles will have a lot of work to do!” 

“They’re playing it from where it landed.”

“Palchuk is at the center…he snaps, passes it to Lake. Lake’s booking it! Look at him go! He’s at the 40…oh and a Rocket slams into him, but Lake is completely unphased! He’s at the other 40, another Rocket has leapt onto his back, and Lake has wrapped an arm around him and is carrying him down! 20…10…touchdown for the Moles! My god I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“And look at how gently Lake sets that Rocket on his feet. He even brushed off his uniform. What a gentleman!”

“And are the Moles going for a field goal? No! Looks like they’re going for two! They’ve lined up…the Rockets have formed a tight defensive line.” 

“Looks like they’re preparing to play Red Rover over there, Eli.” 

“It sure does! We see Lake has the speed…but will the other team block him off?”

“Palchuk snaps and passes it off to Lake. Wait, Lake is backing up? What is he doing? There he goes, running right at that line of muscle! He’s jumping it! Like a graceful gazelle, Lake has cleared the defense! That’s two more points for the Moles!”

“Uh Jim? The Track and Field Team are calling. They want you to sign up.” 

“Oh, looks like the Rocket’s coaches aren’t big fans of Lake’s actions. They’re talking to the ref.” 

“I don’t know, Eli. I don’t think there’s anything in the rules about jumping over people.” 

“The ref has allowed it! The Moles pull ahead by 8 points! Now it’s off to the Moles to Punt.” 

–

Football wasn’t Walter’s favorite game. In fact, he rather disliked it. But he didn’t mind watching Jim absolutely decimate the opponents, and recording the highlights for Barbara. Since Jim was off the field currently, Walt went for coffee at the concession stand. 

“What do you mean you don’t have coffee? It says it right there on the board!” 

“I’m sorry sir, we just sold out of what we had before we thought we would. We’re brewing some more now.” 

“Unbelievable. You know who never runs out of coffee? McDonalds, that’s who!” 

Walt recognized the voice then. It was Merlin, out in the wild for the first time since…well, he hadn’t seen the man for a while. “Merlin? Is everything alright?” 

The wizard turned and looked at the man. “Oh, you…you’re involved with the Trollhunter’s mother, right? I don’t believe I caught your name.” 

“Walter Strickler…but just Walt is fine. I’m also Jim’s principal.” 

“Ah, that’s right. So, you’ve come to see Jim give those boys what for, have you?”

“That’s about right. Barbara is working late, so I promised to get some of his plays on my phone for her.” 

“Yes, very nice. I came to see the Trollhunter in action as well. From the first five minutes of the game, I’d say that potion worked rather well, don’t you think?”

“I thought it worked rather well when he was able to take down Gunmar, this is secondary.” 

“A Trollhunter’s job is never finished.”

“Here you are sir,” the cashier set a styrofoam cup down. “Careful, it’s very hot.” 

“Oh, thank you.” 

Walter nodded in agreement. “Yes, Jim’s always going to have a lot on his plate. Especially since the Arcane Order has come to judge him.” 

Merlin sprayed out his scalding hot coffee. “THE WHO WHAT?!” 

—

“7 minutes left in the second quarter. Moles lead 48 to 7. The Rockets are looking shaken.” 

“How’re you doing Jim?” Steve asked. “You’re absolutely crushing it out there!” 

Jim rested a hand on his stomach, trying to soothe the burning ache in his wound. Somewhere in the first quarter, he took an elbow right in the wound that still hadn’t healed from Morgana…not that his ramage in sunlight or the experiments at the army base helped at all. “Yeah, I’m doing fine. Good thing we’re so far ahead. I might need to bow out soon.” 

“BOW OUT?!” Shouted Coach Lawrence. “No no no! You can’t Lake!”

“But the score–” 

“We’re so close to breaking a record here!” He gripped Jim’s shoulders and squeezed slightly. It was like squeezing dry clay. “You got this, Lake! I’ll rally the others to keep the Rocket’s off of you!” 

Jim glanced at his side. His white jersey only had the tiniest twinge of red on it. Little more than a rug burn. Other guys had been hurt worse than that today alone. 

“Okay. I’ll keep going.” 

“Check back with me at half-time, okay?”

“I can do that.” 

–

“3rd down, 12 yards to go. The Rockets are pushing forward, trying to make up points but the line just won’t budge. Those boys on defense might be thin, but they’re made of rubber! They’re taking hits like the kids under the bleachers at lunch.”

James Lake Sr. didn’t often spend Friday nights in, but ever since Jim’s capture from the army and subsequent campaign for freedom, he had been hesitant to go out. But the divorce was almost over, and he was close to signing away the house to Barbara so he could officially cut ties and flee. Maybe to the East Coast? Maybe a different country? Iceland was supposed to be rather beautiful. 

“Touchdown Rockets! Number 17, Freeman has been doing an excellent job at scoring despite the hefty defense from the Moles tonight. Not as good as Lake, but we’re not here to brag.”

There was a small part of James that wanted to go down to the stadium and watch. After all, that was his son playing. His boy. His boy bowling over high schoolers left and right. 

But the radio would have to be enough. 

There was a knock at the door, and at first, James didn’t think much about it. This was such a sleepy suburb, nothing ever happened. That’s why he and Barbara had picked his house way back then. 

But then he realized what time it was, and began to wonder…who would be stopping by at this time of night? Maybe…maybe…

He turned the volume down on the radio, only to hear the knocking again, more insistent. 

“Draal?” He called towards the basement. He hadn’t exchanged pleasantries with the huge troll, but he came to respect him for the power he represented. He was the prison guard to his inmate…but also a variable guard dog in general. 

Draal did not answer. 

“The game. I bet he went to watch,” James muttered to himself. 

Slowly, and quietly, he went to the window to peak out and see who was there. 

Shit.

—

“And that’s halftime folks! Moles lead 80 to 16. Make sure to get up and stretch, take a tinkle, and visit the concession stand.”  

Jim rested on the bench, his side throbbing. Word must have gotten around on the Rocket’s side that that side was his weak spot, so he’d been jabbed there two more times. 

He kind of assumed the guys that did it probably cracked an elbow in the meantime, but wowzers did it hurt. 

“Uh oh,” said Steve, looking at the red stain on his jersey. “That’s not good.” 

“I’m sure it’s not that bad, but my mom’s going to kill me.” 

“I’m sorry for pushing you, Lake,” said the coach. “I’ll get the medics out here.” 

“Are you alright, Master Jim?” Blinky’s voice appeared, but all Jim saw was the mascot. Come to think of it, the costume looked a lot…less plush than usual. 

“Blinky?” Jim asked.

The Purple Mole Mascot raised its foam head, and Jim realized it truly was Blinky…painted purple with a jersey and just the foam mask as the costume. “Like my disguise? I wanted to get close to the action, but didn’t want to risk being seen by the other team.”

“That’s hilarious, Blink,” Jim grinned. 

“Thank you, and ARRRGH and Draal are just under the bleachers.” He pointed a few feet away where the trolls sat crouched in the shadows. They both waved. “Now, the question remains. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Blink. The wound is tender, so I think I’ll need to stop now, but I’ll be okay.” 

“Well, there goes the record. Oh well, there’s always next week!” Coach said optimistically. 

“If I may,” said Blinky, “I may have an alternate solution.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I have with me, the Glamour Mask.”

“And that is…?”

Jim explained, “do you remember when I returned to school looking like a human? This mask allows you to change shape into anyone you want.” 

“So we’re substituting someone in? Who?” 

Blinky looked back towards where ARRRGH was hiding. “He’s wanted to play a real game for a while now.” 

“I can’t imagine that’s a good idea,” argued Jim. “ARRRGH is just so big and I worry that—” 

“Great idea Blink!” Coach cheered. “ARRGH has been practicing at night with the boys. He knows the plays better than most of them! Let’s sub him in! Jim, go hit the showers.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“STATE RECORD BABY!!” 

—

“We’re moving into the 3rd quarter. Moles lead 80 to 16. We’ve received a page for a Ms. Tickles. Ms. Tess Tickles, your son is looking for you at the—wait a second. I know this handwriting! Very funny, Toby!” 

The student section was in great spirits. Someone had brought a bottle of blue face paint, and it had made its rounds, half of the bleachers were the same blue as Jim in solidarity. 

“Nari, did you enjoy your exploded corn?” Asked Bellroc.

“I did indeed! How was your…cylinder meat?” 

“A disappointment, I must say.”

“I have half of the bag left, if you would like to try some.” She held the paper bag out to her sibling. 

“I appreciate it.” Bellroc took a handful and shoved it in her mouth. “A much better mouth feel, I think.” 

“Yes! Go go go! Yes Trollhunter! Show the tiny humans who owns this realm!” Skrael screamed down to the field as ‘Jim’ ran to the endzone with three players draped over his back. 

“I am very pleased to see you enjoying yourself so much, Skrael!” Nari chirped. 

“He has always enjoyed the prolonged suffering of humans more than I have,” Bellroc noted. “Though, Trollhunter Jim has certainly made this combat very enjoyable.” 

Claire listened to this conversation, but didn’t say anything. It didn’t sound like they were swaying the other two Order members away from their hatred of humans, but it didn’t sound like it was getting worse. So that was good, right?

—   

“35 seconds left in the game. 1st down and 20. If the Moles can score at least one more point, they will have beaten the state record for most points scored in a game. Currently, the record is 141 points, scored back in 1924. The Moles are at 140.” 

“That’s quite the feat, Shannon! The Rockets did a great job getting 40 points today, but they aren’t letting the Moles take the record so easily.”

“Here’s the snap. Palchuk hands off the ball to Lake and wow! Dogpile from the Rockets! Look at that! Every member of their team is piled on Lake right now!”

“Is he down?”

“No! He’s not running, but he’s still moving! Ladies and gentlemen, Jim Lake Jr. is carrying a team of 12 football players into the endzone!” 

“You love to see it, Eli. The Moles are walking alongside, making sure none of the Rockets fall.” 

“This is surely the most bizarre game anyone has witnessed.”

“Lake just passed 10, and he’s still going. By god, he’s still moving.” 

“Shannon, this has to be a new record in and of itself. Most teenage boys deadlifted into the endzone.”

“Number 54 of the Rockets has fallen off. He’s taking a running leap, and his teammates have helped him back onto the pile! I’m certain those teammates at the bottom are suffering.” 

“And the crowd is cheering him on! The energy in the stadium is deafening.” 

“He’s a yard away…Touchdown Moles! And that is the game ladies and gentlemen! Moles win 147 to 40! They take the state record for most points scored in a game! Jim Lake Jr. is a hero once again in Arcadia! I’m Eli Pepperjack and I have to go kiss someone!”

—

ARRRGH hustled off the field so that Jim could have the real celebration with his team. Gatorade was dumped, there was screaming and jumping. Guys climbed on Jim, who just laughed and spun them around. 

“Jim!” Claire called from the sidelines. 

“Claire!” He called back, opening his arms for her. 

She ran and hugged him, careful of his side. “Are you okay?”

“Completely fine. Got a little bandage and ointment and I feel much better. Thank you.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss to her lips. 

“You did great!” Then more quietly added, “while you were playing.” 

He chuckled, “you noticed?”

“I know you well, Jim Lake Jr.” 

Jim just grinned at her as the team continued to celebrate. 

—

While the rest of the team departed to shower and change, Jim left with Claire to meet up with Toby and the others. As they walked, Jim noticed a missed call and voicemail on his phone from his mom. 

“Hi honey! The hospital is really slow tonight, so they moved me to on-call. I’m just going to swing home and then I’ll be by the stadium to watch. See you!” 

Jim frowned as he looked at the call. It had been received an hour ago, around half-time. But she had never texted him to let him know where she was sitting. 

He called her back. Maybe she just couldn’t get a good seat? The phone rang and rang, and then eventually went to voicemail. 

“You didn’t happen to see my mom in the stands, did you?” He asked Claire.

“No? I thought she was working.”

“She was, but she said she got to leave and was coming to watch. Let’s go wait by the gate for Toby and the others. Maybe we’ll see her.”

They watched the crowd filter out, with lots of celebratory pats and handshakes delivered to Jim as people walked passed. Merlin was the first to find them, congratulating Jim on a ‘roaring defeat’. Then Walter arrived.

“Did you see my mom?” Jim asked as soon as he was in distance.

Walt looked startled. “Your mother? I didn’t talk to her today. I didn’t know she would be here.” 

Jim repeated what he had told Claire and only grew more and more anxious as Walter seemed clueless. Surely she would have found him if she had made it. Maybe she was called back to work and got swamped. Yeah, that was more likely. 

Soon, Toby, Darci, and the Arcane Order met them at the gate.

“How did you guys enjoy the game?” Jim asked.

“It was totally crazy bonkers banana pants!” Toby squealed. “You were unstoppable! And that ending! The whole team! We beat the record!”

“You know to fly under the radar, we can’t actually report that we broke that record, right?” Claire reasoned. 

“What?! Oh come on!” 

“Claire’s right. As fun as it is, officials will want to know why a teenager was able to carry 12 players 30 yards. We can’t tell them I’m a troll. It’s too risky. Besides, ARRRGH substituted for me in the second half.” 

“What?! Wingman played and I didn’t even get to know?! Boo!” 

“Your dedication to your job is admirable, Trollhunter,” said Bellroc. “To protect the magical creatures is the most important. More important than a silly human game.” 

“Right,” he answered rather absently.

“Are you okay, Jim?” Claire asked. “And I’m not talking about your side.”

He frowned. “I can’t explain it…but I have a weird feeling.”  

Just then, the last of the crowd left and Blinky, ARRRGH, and Draal emerged from under the stands. 

“Love the costume, Blinky,” Toby laughed. “I wondered who was in there, since Darci was in the stands.” 

“Did I do a good job? I thought I did a swell job hyping up the crowd while Jim was off the field.” 

“If no one else was entertained, I certainly was,” said Draal. 

“You just enjoy seeing me humiliate myself.” 

“ARRRGH had fun!” 

“Thanks for stepping in, Big Guy,” Jim gave him an affectionate punch to his shoulder. 

“Now Jim, if I recall, you were preparing celebratory desserts in Heartstone Hall?”

“Oh yeah! I have pie and ice cream back in Trollmarket. I’d just like to pop in at my mom’s place first.” 

“We shall go back to Trollmarket, but we shall pass on the celebration,” said Bellroc. 

“Speak for yourself, sister,” objected Skrael. “I would like some of this ice cream the Trollhunter offers.” 

“I’ll go with you!” Said Nari. 

“Well, whoever wants to come can come, I’ll meet you there,” Jim stated, backing away to go to his truck. 

Claire was only a few steps behind. “Mind if I tag along?”

“Not at all. I want to drive by the hospital and see if my mom’s car is there.” 

“Okay. It probably will be. I’m sure she sent that message and then immediately got called in. It happens a lot, right?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure you're right…I just feel…maybe I’m just over protective.” 

“No harm in double checking though, right?”

“Right.”

Jim drove over to the hospital and circled the area she usually parked. There were plenty of open spaces, but her car was nowhere to be seen. He did a lap through the parking lot, and nothing. 

“Maybe she got held up at home.” 

Jim didn’t say anything, dread creeping in through his stomach. 

The drive to his mother’s house was quiet as Jim was mulling over the worse case scenarios, while still being rather winded. Claire just kept him company, and let him think in peace. 

When they turned the corner to his block, he could already see the red and blue lights flashing on his street. 

“No…” He floored it, speeding down those last few streets. 

Six police cars lined the street in front of his house, and an ambulance parked in the driveway. Jim parked in the road haphazardly and ran towards the house. 

The door was open, and worse still, his mother’s car was in the driveway, and the driver’s door was wide open. Her purse and phone laid on the cement. 

“Sir, you can’t approach,” said a police officer. 

“This is my mother’s house! Where’s my mother?! Where’s my mom!?” Jim all but roared in the policeman’s face. 

Detective Scott came running then, and got between the two. “I got this Dan,” he waved the other officer off. “Jim, someone broke into your house. Your father was home at the time, but he’s–” 

As if on cue, a stretcher came out of the house, with James Lake Sr. strapped in. 

“Dad!” Jim called, running to him. Later, he’d kick himself for shouting that out, but in a moment of weakness, it was all he had. 

James looked at him, with one horribly swollen black eye, a clearly broken nose, and other assorted bruises over his face and neck. 

“Where’s mom? What happened?”

“He can’t answer,” said the EMS worker. “His windpipe has been crushed.”

Though he couldn’t speak, James made a great show of raising his hand to show off his phone, and typed in the passcode. He then handed it to Jim.

“What…? Why are you giving me this?”

James just squeezed his hands around the phone before letting go and closing his eyes. 

The EMS didn’t dawdle any longer and loaded James away. 

Jim stared at the phone in confusion. Wouldn’t James want to contact people from the hospital? Like that girl he was with? 

Claire, ever faithful and comforting, just stood beside him, hand on his back. 

“Jim,” Detective Scott started again, slowly. “Nanna Domzolski was the one that called. She said she heard your mom screaming and fighting. But when we arrived, they had left already, and your father was beaten to a pulp. We have to conclude that whoever this was…they took your mother. I’m sorry.”

[gunshaverrr]

I slowly awake to see Xandia working her magic on my leg where my tibia was shattered when a war axe-wielding bandit successfully flanked our party. Being a ranger, I was tasked with staying back and defending our little healer, and the last thing I remember before blacking out from the searing pain shooting from my calf was seeing Xandia come to my rescue through black-clouded vision. Xandia is a 3-and-a-half foot tall Geckoid clad in off-white robes with red detailing and gold-fiber trim. They’re an unassuming little thing, with a cheery disposition and a penchant for little critters (if my memory serves, I recall them saying they grew up on a frog egg farm in the swamp-marshes of Tihulia). Only, now those off-white robes are more crimson than cream. They finish bandaging my wound with a big smile and implore me to rest before moving on to another member of the party, and I am left wondering how this cute little thing saved me from a hulking bandit as wide as they are tall.

Sir Gregory Littel, the head of our merry band and a veritable brick shithouse of a man, passes me and I call out to him, "Hey, Gregory!"

"Ah, miss Jenevieve, it is good to see you awake! Xandia told us you took a nasty blow to your leg. You had us worried for a moment," he says, and despite the sling around his right arm his tone is as jovial as ever. For being so large and imposing, Gregory Heath is a surprisingly kind and genteel man.

"Yeah, that bandit got the jump on me. Guess my senses aren't as good as they should be, huh. Sorry to disappoint," I say, and I mean it. My first battle with this crew and I make a mistake that nearly kills me and our healer.

He must sense my rising panic because he holds his hands in front of him in a pacifying gesture. "Nothing to apologize for, miss Jenevieve. Everyone makes mistakes in the heat of battle. I am just glad to see you better."

"But I put myself in danger," I say, trying to hide the quiver in my voice as tears begin to fill my eyes regardless "And worse, I was supposed to protect Xandia but my screw-up almost got them killed." At that, Gregory lets out a laugh that comes from so deep in his belly you'd think I just told him the funniest joke ever told. My guilt and remorse quickly fade into confusion, and all I can do is stare at Gregory until he’s finished guffawing. “Oh, ho ho, I do not think we need to worry about them, my friend,” he says. “Xandia can handle themselves.” After a pause, I respond “could elaborate on that…” while making a ‘go on’ gesture with my hand.

Gregory’s laughter dies down and I swear his face blanches a bit. He looks around the camp and, after seeing Xandia on the other side of the tents working their magic on our other mage, he settles onto the ground next to me, one leg bent up for his busted arm to rest on. “I know you are new to our little group,” he starts, “but I would like to keep you around so suppose you have a right to know. Xandia is easily the most powerful member of our team. Quite frankly, they might be one of the strongest mages I have seen outside of a court.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “That little thing,” I ask, my incredulity no doubt written all over my face. “Okay, that’s a good joke. But seriously, what-”

All humor drains from my face when I look up and see Gregory’s serious expression, his face stone-set in intensity, his eyes locked with mine. “This is no laughing matter, Jenevieve,” he says, before turning his gaze down to the ground. “Every day I am grateful to count dear Xandia as a friend rather than an enemy.” An impregnable silence forms between us, lasting for an eternity before I can finally muster up the will to speak.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Gregory’s gaze focuses on the campfire in front of us. “Long ago, when you were no doubt still a young lass learning how to whittle arrowheads, I was the captain of a company of soldiers in the Sandian military. We were one of the best in our division, owed in no small part to the undying loyalty between my men and I. They were some of my closest compatriots, many of us cutting our teeth in guardsman training together as youths. I knew each and every one by name: their hobbies, their favorite campfire stories, where they grew up. We were thick as thieves, or so I thought. A few years ago, some of my closest men and I were camped north of Kasi, a little hamlet just outside of Balalan territory. We were a forward party, sent ahead of the company. The plan was to meet with the Diwan of the bordering Balalan region to negotiate a trade route; only, my men had a different idea.

“The night we arrived, we drank to the negotiations, saying a prayer for success. The next morning, I awoke in chains in the dungeon of the stronghold in Cheshapa, the seat of the Diwan. As I learned after the fact, my men⏤my closest brothers⏤sold me out. 30 years of service together; 30 years of loyalty; 30 years of blood, sweat, and tears shed with and for these men, apparently all meant nothing in comparison to a few acres of Balalan farmland.” I can see the anger and resentment wash over Gregory’s expression. But beneath that, deeper down, I sense a profound sadness to his words. I reach out and gently rest my hand on his, and I give him an understanding look that tells him to take his time. I know how it feels to be betrayed: the shame it makes you feel, the ache in your heart, the amount of damage it can do to your ability to trust. It speaks volumes that he is comfortable enough with me to tell me this story. After taking a moment to settle himself he continues.

“Fortunately, it was by divine providence that Xandia was in Cheshapa that day. Or maybe it was only dumb luck…” I squeeze his hand. I also understand what it feels like to have a crisis of faith. You and I are more alike than I thought, big guy, I think to myself. “Either way,” he continues, “as Xandia tells it, they happened to come across some of my men spending big in the local gambling house. Being an adventurer at heart, they could sense something was amok. It is not typical to see soldiers with as large of fortunes as they were waving around. Xandia never told me how they got the information out of my men, but after witnessing their rescue of me, I never had to ask.

“By now, I’m sure you’ve noticed how accomplished a healer our Geckoid is,” Gregory says, glancing up from the fire and over the camp towards Xandia. “On top of being a good all-purpose healer, Xandia is a skilled volantus ossium Adept.”

“Shit,” I say, the weight of what he is saying hitting me like a runaway bull, “they’re a bone mage. Aren’t those, like, super rare,” I ask, and Gregory nods silently.

As if they can sense us talking about them, Xandia looks over at us and gives us their trademark wide smile and an exaggerated wave. Gregory gives an equally enthusiastic smile and a wave, while mine are much more timid in my attempt to reconcile this newfound information about our healer with my previous view of them. Turning back to Gregory, I ask, “so, what happened next?”

His gaze drops back to the fire and his expression returns to something more neutral, though I can feel a distinct sense of awe in his words. “As I sat chained to the floor, wallowing in my own self-pity, I was stirred out of my stupor by screams in the hallway outside. The four guards posted outside of my cell readied their weapons, but they never stood a chance. The door to the chamber was reinforced from the inside, and still it broke with ease as a wave of skeletal bodies burst forth, collapsing on one of the guards. Another guard was killed instantly when his own bones were formed into spikes protruding from every inch of his body. I barely had time to notice the small figure in the doorway before the remaining two guards leveled their spears at the approaching mass of skeletons. One of them was thrown off when the bones of previous prisoners that littered the floor melted and formed an undulating mass at his feet, solidifying and locking him to the ground. Two of the skeletons grabbed his arms and pulled him down, while the rest⏤scarred and missing bones from the battle outside⏤began cannibalizing him for scraps. The final guard had a look of resignation on his face, but it was too late, as his body had already begun folding in on itself. For what felt like an eternity the room was filled with the sharp sound of cracking bone, the wet shlop of chunks of meat being tossed about by the skeletons, and the gargled screams of the final two guards before everything eventually went silent.

“There I sat chained to the floor, barely beginning to comprehend what had just occurred through the blood and viscera now caking the walls, when the small figure began approaching me. I was sure I was next and, rather than beg for my life, I pleaded with the figure for a swift and merciful death.” A small smile graced Gregory’s lips. “You’ll imagine my surprise when this unassuming little Geckoid, covered from head to toe in blood and guts, pipes up with the sweetest voice and said [and here Gregory sits up straight and does his best impersonation of Xandia’s swamp-marsh belle accent] ‘Oh, bless your sweet little heart, I ain’t here to hurt ya! Now let’s skedaddle.’”

By the way Gregory looks at me and starts laughing, I can tell my jaw is on the floor. “After we made it out of Cheshapa, we returned to my company. We told them of the betrayal and the company set off for Nancontenay to inform the Council of what happened. Xandia accompanied us, claiming they had business in the capital, but I think they could sense my internal struggle and wanted to be there for me. I appreciated their presence greatly. After I met with the Council, I tendered my resignation from the service. Despite my best efforts, I could not bring myself to trust my men anymore, and a good captain cannot command his men on a foundation of fear.”

He clasps my shoulder with his good hand and looks me in the eyes.

“I understand why you think I would be disappointed in you, Jenevieve, but I assure you I am not. You made a simple mistake, it happens to all of us.” He moves to stand up. “But you are wrong about one thing. We didn’t put you in the back of the party to protect Xandia. We put you there so Xandia could protect you.”

I watch Gregory as he walks away and is intercepted by Xandia. The two share some pleasant words that I can’t hear before embracing, and I find myself agreeing with Gregory; I am damn glad Xandia is on our side.

The rest of your party is always making sure that you, the healer, stay in the back. Not because they don’t want you to get hurt, but because they all still remember the last time you took the front line and nobody wants a repeat of that.

[hereyesblueasice]

The chief undergaoler telling Jaime he “has a little dragon in him” and all Jaime can say is “Yes, I almost mistook you for Aegon the Conqueror.”

[sugugasm]

A FAVOR — ft. scaramouche

♱ babysitting for scaramouche ends with a treat.

CW : fem! reader, dominant scaramouche, bimbo reader, age gap ꒰ scara is 35 and reader is 21 ꒱ miss reader is a little seductress. mssionary, use of profanity and pet names. <> hiii, so so sorry this took so long. i hit a road block but i’m back now !! special thank you to my lovely anon who requested this scenario <33 i hope you enjoy ! interactions are sweet.

babysitting hasn’t always been your dream job.

with bratty children talking your ear off all day, you wouldn’t exactly say you enjoyed your occupation.

but it paid well and shit, you were living pretty lavishly. not only did it pay the bills but it paid for your pretty attire—kinda like the dress you wore now. pink and snug— something you knew would get the attention of no other than scaramouche, your boss.

the man was a ceo and a colleague to many, but to you— he was just sweet, handsome scaramouche. a man who always made sure to compliment you whenever you entered his home to fulfill your duties as a nanny for his son. they were one of the few families you didn’t mind getting a phone call from.

you sat pretty on his velvet couch, awaiting his destined arrival due to a text you’d gotten a few hours ago from a worried scaramouche. he was suddenly ordered into work by his partner due to a mix up made by one of their employees. of course being the man he is, he had no choice but to go.

the familiar sound of keys dangling grasped your attention as you watched scaramouche lazily walk through the door of his penthouse. he looked at ease, and his tie was a lot more loosened than it was when he’d left. the slacks that gripped his thighs showcased how toned his legs were, and you couldn’t forget the bulge that threatened to bust from his zipper.

“i appreciate you coming by on such short notice. i didn’t know i’d get called in so late to the office, but y’know how it is.” he announces, quickly lowering his voice when he realizes his son is asleep on the couch next to you. he smiles, walking over to ruffle the kiddo’s hair before scooping him in his arms.

“it’s no problem at all, mr. scaramouche. he was an angel as always.”

he nods at you briefly before heading upstairs to put his son to bed. a short while later, you heard his heavy footsteps approaching you again. only this time, his suit jacket had been removed and his button up was slightly open.

his appearance almost made you drool. even for his age, you could see he was a handsome man. the guy was built like he wasn't years and years older than you— lean and fit like no tomorrow, you had to give him his props.

“wanna’ take a picture instead? it’ll last longer,” he jokes and you avert your attention back to reality. you quickly shun his kind eyes and look away.

“well, could you blame me, sir?” as you give him a rather innocent look, you adjust your posture, the pretty dip of your spine causing him to lick his bottom lip.

scaramouche wasn't a moron. he could see right through your antics. this wasn't the first time he'd noticed you staring at him, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. although he knew this would be far from protocol, he couldn’t deny your beauty. you were just so pretty and sweet. it was a curse that you were able to take such good care of his son. if you weren’t he’d have no issues letting you go, but he had to tough it out.

“i’m flattered, darling. but i’m far too old for you to be crushin’ on.” he says, a chuckle leaving his lips. he undid the cufflinks around his wrists before pulling out his wallet.

“how much i owe ya’ ?” he asks and you smirk. what scaramouche didn’t know, was that you had something else in mind — a payment far more entertaining than a few lousy hundreds.

“how about you give me a kiss and we’ll call it even?”

scaramouche could’ve laughed in your face, but instead he just shakes his head and hands you two, crisp hundred dollar bills. you fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your already plumped tits directly in his view.

“don’t be coy, sir. i see your wandering eyes too.” you take a step closer, wrapping his tie around your finger. looking up at his tall stance, you pull him closer and his lips nearly graze your own.

“i think you’re too far in over your head, pretty. you wanna’ fuck and then what? become a little stepmommy to my kid, huh?”

“no. i just think you deserve a break, scaramouche. let me help you,” you whine. you were a bit closer to him now, your nipples pressing against his chest sending a chill down both your spines.

to be fair, you weren’t all the way wrong here. scaramouche was a hardworking, single dad. he rarely ever had time to get a good fuck in here and there. it was always either home or the office— no in between. he’d be a fool to bypass your successful attempt at the art of seduction.

there was nothing else he needed to hear. the feeling of scaramouche sweeping you from your feet and into his master bedroom shut you up completely. although the world was spinning around you, the dominance he quickly grasped on to put a damp mark in your panties.

he was attacking your lips, sucking and pulling at them as if he were a hungry man— and he was. you two were sharing a messy kiss; a type of kiss scara hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“your lips taste so good,” he breathes, pulling away from your swollen mouth, “i bet that pussy tastes better, huh?”

you giggle, “wanna’ find out, sir?” testing the man, he sends a small pat to your thigh and begins to nip at your neck. with the amount of pressure being sent to your sweet spot, you knew you’d most definitely be waking up to a bruise in the morning.

“sir. i like that. keep it up.”

you ran a hand past the bulge in his slacks, gently grasping it in your palm, “do i get a reward?”

“we’ll see.”

scaramouche chuckles a deep laugh and gives you one last peck. by now, his pants had been unzipped by you and the only thing left to remove was his underwear and button up shirt. a small section of his chest could be seen through your lustful eyes, eager to rip the fabric to shreds just to get a better look at him.

“let’s make somethin’ clear,” he says. your back met the bedding as you paid close attention to the man. he had nothing but determination on his face and you had to admit, it was a picture you loved seeing, “i’m gonna’ teach you to take everything given to you and you’re gonna’ listen. can you do that for me, yn?”

you mouthed a quick ‘yes’ and spread your legs as wide as they could go. scaramouche smiles at your keen effort and moves to touch at your damp underwear. coincidentally, the wet patch in your panties was in the same spot as your clit.

scaramouche’s fingers worked their magic ; small circles tickling a spot that was just right. you could squirm at how much attention the small bud was getting, but you decided going against his rule of ‘listening’ wouldn’t be that beneficial for either of you.

“fuck me already, scara— i’m tired of waiting.” your complaints didn’t exactly bring the happiest expression to the man’s face; his eyes narrowing down at you as he began to unzip his slacks. the thud sound of his cock hitting his abdomen almost knocked the wind out of you.

scaramouche was big; most definitely on the longer side, giving you a small sense of worry. not only did he have length, but a bit of curve to it as well— capable of hitting any and every spot possible.

“oh, don’t look so timid now. you talk a lot, funny i’m leavin’ you speechless right now.” positioning himself between your thighs scaramouche kindly pulls your panties to the side like once before. he tapped his cock against your pretty clit— chuckling at the small whimpers you let out a bit louder than intended.

when your eyes met his, you almost felt irritated by how slowly he was starting the process. however, this only made you feel more libido. he had a way of capturing your attention that seemed effortless. he was a fantastic man, regardless of your sexual desires. a part of you secretly hoped that this joy wouldn't be a temporary temptation.

scaramouche held a defined look on his face as he sat his cock directly on top of your stomach. he moved his hips as if he were inside you, just casually gliding his length on your skin. it almost seemed as if he was trying to see how far he’d fit inside of you.

“gonna’ treat this pussy so well, sweet girl.” anticipation ran through your veins making you use both hands to help spread your cunt. scaramouche had a grin on his face as he slid inside of you slowly.

warm.

it was the only word he could use to describe the feeling of your cunt around him. you were so wet, making it easier for him to guide himself in. he had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs— your knees to your chest.

“oh my—fuck! scaramouche,“ you suck in a harsh breath as grip on to his forearms. you were pretty sure a crescent mark would imprint on his skin due to your nails digging for support. his movements were sharp and exaggerated— taking his cock all the way out and pushing it all the way back in again, a bulge forming in your tummy.

scaramouche moves his hands from your thighs to your stomach, pressing down with minimal pressure— but still enough to make you feel a more intense sensation in your lower belly.

“look at you, takin’ me like a slut. you’re so nasty, baby,” he laughs, and you moan in response, “you look so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his roaming hands could now be felt on your neck. you spread your quivering thighs further apart, this way, giving him more work to get to work. with the hands wrapped around your neck, scaramouche began fucking into you again.

“c’mon, sweetheart. take it like a good girl,” he says, using your throat as leverage while moving in and out of you. he split you open with his cock and let out a groan feeling you clamp around him. scaramouche lowered his head down to seal your lips with a kiss, biting and sucking on your bottom lip in heat.

“scara—“

the man shushes you with one powerful stroke to your pussy, making your eyes drift shut, “kunikuzushi,” he utters and your eyebrows furrow.

“kunikuzushi, my first name. i wanna’ hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours when you cum.” he said it so casually. being in the employee guidelines was far from your concerns, but his first name? you wondered if he was on a power trip.

“kuni— please don’t stop.”

“you must want me to cum, huh?” he taunts, his thumb coming up to your bottom lip. you felt like it was almost an instinct as you took his thumb into your mouth and began suckling at it. scaramouche bit down on his bottom lip, almost getting harder at the image. “you wanna’ cum too? your cunt’s squeezin’ me so tight. i can feel it, just give it to me why don’t ya’?”

you were sweaty and a bit sticky, but you could care less. you threw your head back with a pretty grin on your face as scaramouche held on to you tightly. the levels your whimpers and cries had begun to rise and he had no choice but to kiss your plumped lips to muffle the rukus.

“are you gonna’ cum on me, angel? you wanna’ make a mess for me?” with your feet dangling by his ears and your legs cramping, you’d normally feel like tapping out— but your were close. close enough that if he said one last thing you would feel it bubbling over—

“cum for me, baby. c’mon, you can do it.”

and just like that, scaramouche could feel your slick coating his cock. the moan you let out was almost concerning, because when you came, you came hard. you squeezed him for everything he had with the intention of being filled.

“need it in me sir! please, please, kuni!”

scaramouche hearing that sentence fall from your lips was all he needed to cross that line. “fuck, princess. ah- i’m gonna’ cum.”

not long after, his strokes became sloppy and his grunts gradually grew louder. each movement was followed by small curses under his breath as he poured his all into you— literally. scaramouche continued to fuck into your hole until there was nothing left to give you.

“shit, yn. that was amazing. i’m proud of you, you took it like a champ.”

you giggle as he pulls out of your pussy, dick still a bit hard by just watching the remainder of his cum spill out of you. sharing a small glance once again, he then proceeds to place gentle kisses all over your face and neck.

“not bad for someone who was too far in over their head huh?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. scara’s bare chest pressed up against yours, the feeling of your hardened nipples greeting his own.

the two of you laid there together for what felt like hours before you got the urge to begin your journey back to your apartment. by now, scaramouche had drifted off to sleep— the sound of your breathing and your natural scent sending him into a daze.

quietly wriggling your way out of his grasp, you slip on your clothing worn a few hours prior. as you scurried to finish, the sound of scaramouche’s groggy voice startled you. “leavin’ so soon?” he mumbles, stretching his limbs and ruffling his hair a bit.

“did you want me to stay?”

in the darkness of the room, you could see scaramouche’s fingers usher you back to the comfy bed. he pats the pillow next to him twice and waits for you to fill the space.

“i let you be big spoon. there’s no way you’re leavin’ me that easily.” he smiles when he hears a small laugh from you. once you finally take your place next to him, he whispers a small 'goodnight' into your shoulder before delicately kissing that same spot. the butterflies quietly flutter in your tummy, guiding you into a deep, well-needed, slumber.

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