#this man in a meeting was making really inappropriate comments towards me

[vivid-vices]

today was the worst actually

#this man in a meeting was making really inappropriate comments towards me #and at one point called me a ''pretty little thing'' and kept saying i was young #and i can pass for as young as 15 i know i look like a baby but this was in a meeting #my mentee was shaking with how bad he wanted to punch this fucker #so finally i just smiled and asked ''how old do you think i am?'' #and he said ''18. give or take.'' #my mentee (bless his fucking heart) lost it #which to be fair i probably would have a few years ago but i've learned self-control #it made the situation way worse and i could've easily handled it myself but his intentions were good #what fucking mental gymnastics was that man doing to think i'd have my job as a minor tho #like he was implying some things about how i got my job but i'm used to that at this point so whatever #still tho. ''18. give or take'' what the FUCK #my boss wasn't even mad he just laughed at how i seemed to have gained a guard dog #(this is the second time this week my mentee has gone off on someone on my behalf but the last time was more just funny) #(i'm not gonna torment him in elevators anymore as a reward) #ellie.txt

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

#warm up #writeblr #this one has bothered me for a bit #any time a woman does something even passingly annoying we treat it like a fucking crime #hey man. women are allowed to be annoying. everyone forever is allowed to be passingly annoying #as long as they aren't hurting anyone/thing #like u wanna know something? i find it super annoying that men don't wear seatbelts #why arent there thousands of comments on driving videos thats just like : men try not to die in a car crash challenge #''this briefly annoyed me''. okay??????? AND????????????????? go get ur self a cookie and calm down about it #ur not entitled to control other ppl's experiences and emotions just so u can maintain ur own peace #if being briefly annoyed ruins ur whole day! you! need! therapy!!!! #men try not to become immediately angry about nothing challenge: level impossible #ps author is nonbinary. we didn't even get into the gender presentation thing #the fact men think it's SEXY that my voice is on the lower end....

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Jealousy Jealousy

Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader

Based on this post. This’ll be a long one. Nanami is slightly OOC.

When a new face arrives at Jujutsu Tech in the wake of the Tokyo v Kyoto affair, Nanami cannot help but to feel wary of him. And why do you seem so close to him? Just who is this guy?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。✫・。.・゜ ✭・.

Jujutsu Tech has never had a dull day. Especially not with Gojo around. He was back from his long standing mission and Nanami couldn’t believe how amazing 8 days go by. Honestly, Nanami enjoyed every second of it. But Gojo had to come back eventually and Nanami was once again, considering if this was really the life he wanted to stick with. He took the initiative to come in a bit earlier than usual and yet, You and Gojo insist on speaking loudly, and extensively, about whatever escapades Gojo got up to while he was gone.

Right in front of Nanami’s coffee.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Not while Itadori needed him. Not while there were lives to save. You two however, always found a way to push him towards the edge though. Gojo was something he had come to be acquainted with, but you, Grade 1 Sorcerer (Y/N) (L/N), found a very special way to get to him.

“If I would marry anyone, it would probably be Nanami-San!”

That was the last thing you said to him before graduating all those years ago and even now you’ve stuck to it. Nanami cannot remember a single conversation in which you haven’t flirted with him or expressed the desire to marry him. And everytime he shuts you down and everytime you smile and say, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to!”

That’s not to say speaking to you was a chore. Once you get over the obligatory flirty comment, you are quite easy to have a conversation with. You aren’t pushy or handsy with him. You didn’t make any sexual or inappropriate jokes. If he asked you to not bother him, you wouldn’t. Still he couldn’t shake that annoying feeling he got when coming near you. He thought, maybe your proximity to Gojo is what makes you annoyed. That had to be it. Nanami didn’t have time to think about that, it was 8am and he was officially on the clock.

“Good morning Nanami, you look as handsome as ever.” You smiled as you poured a cup of coffee. The twinge of annoyance subsided as Nanami put the newspaper down on the table.

“Good morning (L/N).” In quick and precise movements, Nanami stood and walked towards the door.

“Why does he treat you nicer than me?” Gojo's whining voice became distant as Nanami disappeared down the hall.

Nanami didn’t actually have anywhere to be, Yuuji wasn’t due for their training until noon but it was so much better than hearing about whatever You and Gojo were talking about. 3 years had passed since you returned to Tokyo and you fell back into his life so seamlessly. You two weren’t close but you were one of his nicer upperclassmen. Nanami didn’t even notice how much you consumed his thoughts until he was stopped by Yaga.

“Oh good, Nanami-san.” Behind Yaga stood a tall man, a little shorter than Nanami, with shaggy hair and dark eyes. Yaga turned towards him, implying him to step forward. The man let out an awkward chuckle and stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Hasegawa Ryosuke.”

Nanami shook the man’s hand and introduced himself. Yaga spoke again, “Would you mind giving Hasegawa a tour of the school? I’d like to have him familiar before the students start class.”

“Sorry about this, I went to the Kyoto school and only recently came back to Japan.” Hasegawa chuckled.

As Nanami agreed, Yaga excused himself. Hasegawa assured Nanami he wouldn’t need an in depth tour, anything quick would do just fine. “To tell you the truth, I never lived in Tokyo so I got a little confused and was late.”

He was a sort of awkward man. He dresses casually and ends every sentence in a nervous laugh. Nanami could tell that he was powerful though, probably a Grade 1. He followed quietly, sparingly asking questions or inquiring about the school. By the time they finished in the courtyard the students were already arriving for their morning classes. Yuuji excitedly called out to Nanami, who greeted him, Fushiguro and Nobara as well.

“Who’s this?” Yuuji asked.

“I’m just a guest, I’m Hasegawa.” He said suddenly a bit calmer. Almost calculated. Nanami didn’t think too much of it. Many sorcerers were still iffy surrounding Yuuji and his circumstance. The sudden edge wasn’t lost on any of them as Hasegawa’s demeanor shifted back to the one he had before. “I went to Kyoto, Tokyo is always so busy.”

“Yeah it is,” Yuuji replied. Nanami cleared his throat, they both noticed that Nobara and Fushiguro also seemed to passively turn towards Hasegawa. As if they were guarding Yuuji.

“Itadori, you shouldn’t be late for class.” Nanami stated.

“We won’t be,” Yuuji called back as Nobara started to pull him and Fushiguro along. Before they could leave the courtyard a loud shriek broke out from the school.

“RYOSUKE!” (Y/N) suddenly came running out. They jumped into Hasegawa’s arms and he spun them around. “What are you doing here?!”

“I came to visit.” He laughed, still holding them up.

“And you didn’t tell me!” (Y/N) playfully hit his shoulders. They once again pull him close for a hug before Hasegawa sets them down. “Do you hate me now Ryo?”

“Hate you? The light of my life? Never.” Hasegawa grinned.

“And yet, you never call me? How am I supposed to trust you Ryo?”

“We could go get ice cream?”

“Ice Cream? Are we teenagers again?”

“I always feel so young with you (Y/N).”

“And here you go, trying to flatter me again. I’m not that easy.” You laughed as a deep blush crept across your face. Nanami felt a sudden pressure build up, like he was entirely separate from whatever world you and Hasegawa were existing in. Awkwardly standing less than three feet away from you both yet it felt like miles. The distance between you two has never been this noticeable to him before. You always felt close. Like he could look over his shoulder and you’d always be there. How could it change so suddenly?

You finally noticed Nanami standing there, stoic as always. You idly turned your body towards him, “I see you've met Ryosuke.”

“Yes, I was showing him around.” Nanami replied plainly.

“Yeah, with everything going on recently, I thought it’d be best if I familiarize myself with the place.” He replied. And the mood shifted again. That same feeling he felt when Itadori was around. You didn’t seem to notice.

“So you're in Tokyo for some time then?” (Y/N) smiled, “Gojo and I go drinking sometimes, you should come.”

“We haven’t even planned our ice cream date and you're already trying to get me drunk? You move too fast for me (Y/N).” He smirked.

You lightly hit his shoulder and turned back to Nanami, “Ignore him, he’s always like this. Would you like to come to Nanami?”

In a surprising act Nanami accepted the invitation. This caught him and You off guard. You always invited him as a formality but never thought he would agree. He was just as shocked. Something however was pulling him towards the idea. Something about Hasegawa was too alarming to let You be alone with him. Especially if he would be hanging around Jujutsu Tech. This is not the kind of person Nanami would allow himself to be careless around.

You cheered, “Great! Gojo will text you the place, we’ll go around 7!” That familiar blush deepened and somehow soothed Nanami slightly. Your presence did have that effect however. Not just to him but to those around you. It made you a good fit for being around the students so much. No wonder they favored you over Gojo (though that wasn’t a high bar to reach).

“I’ll let you know if anything comes up.” Nanami replied and excused himself.

“Thanks for showing me around!” Hasegawa called out as Nanami stepped into the building. The weight of his decision suddenly hit him as he crossed the classroom and heard Gojo’s voice. Just what did he get himself into?

#no beta we die like men #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #kento nanami

[pablitogavii]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is really shy and anxious but she’s a literal angel, and Gavi just thinks she’s the most adorable human being ever and is very protective over her? Maybe Gavi introduces her too his teammates?🫶🏼 You don’t have too of course, but if you do thank you!❤️

Figther

Pablo's POV

The moment we arrived to the bar that guy was eyeing her down like a piece of meet which clearly made her uncomfortable and made me furious. Hijo de puta!

My girl isn't one for confrontations since she is very shy and often stays quiet when she feels uncomfortable. It's that fact that makes me want to protect her from everything, and that awakens my short fuse.

"Nice dress, nena!" he said as we walked to the bar to order our drinks and I noticed her shift uncomfortably and pull her summer dress down while reaching out for me like she was asking for protection..my precious girl!

I wrapped my arm around her waist protectively and she leaned into my touch ignoring the asshole and focusing on the menu in front of us instead. She was very short and tiny so with my arms around her people could barely see her.

I hoped that when he saw that she is not alone, he would just let go off inappropriate comments so I didn't react the first time.

"What would you like anjo?" I said while she was looking through the menu with her head laid on my shoulder so preciously.

"Um..can I have a lemonade please?" she asked and my heart melted at how freaking cute and precious she was all the time!

"You can have whatever you like mia preciosa" I said and she blushed looking up at me and I leaned down pecking her lips.

Everything was perfect until we heard his snarky "fucking hot!" in the background and she became anxious and uncomfortable right away. That's it!

I was ready to react but she stopped me, placing her small hands on my chest and looking up at me with big eyes. Fuck I couldn't resist those adorable eyes!

"Please don't Pablo..for me" she said an i nodded kissing the top of her head before ordering us the drinks we choose.

Luckily, he was quiet for awhile until she went to use the bathroom and I joined my friends at the bar stools where he also sat.

"You guys are seriously the cutest couple" Cristo said and I smiled showing him the picture we took last night with the sunset in the background. She looked so cute with my strong arms wrapped around her and her curls falling over them. She was wearing a cute pink bikini and a summer hat...so adorable.

"Joder! The things I'd do to her in that bikini!" he said and since she was nowhere to stop me, I've had enough putting the phone down and charging towards him.

Your POV

"What the fuck did you say!? Hijo de puta!" Pablo was in the man's face when I came back from the bathroom feeling anxious as to what had happened while I was gone.

"I said I would do so many things to her!" man replied and my stomach twisted in disgust and then Pablo's fist met his jaw as he fell down from the chair and Pablo's friends were pulling him backwards.

"Hermano, you gotta relax!" it was Cristo who tried calming him down together with Ale but Pablo was way too charged up to stop himself anymore.

I knew he had short fuse..and whenever someone dared disrespect or make me uncomfortable, there was no stopping Pablo's reactions...well, unless I ask him to stop.

The fight unravelled in front of my eyes and I screamed while people tried separating them as my anxiety reached it's peak..I hated violence and it always triggered me.

"Vamos, amiga! Let me take you home!" Cristo pushed through the crows helping me into the car even though I didn't want to leave without Pablo. He reassured me that Ale and Mario will stay behind and get him home in one piece.

Another hour passed before Pablo finally made it home knocking on our bedroom door before walking inside with a bloody lip and a few bruises on his chest. That sight was enough to make tears fall down my cheeks.

"Shh shh preciosa..I'm alright..come here" he sat down pulling me into his arms and holding me tightly against his warm chest. We stayed like that in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke again.

"I don't like you getting into fights because of me.." I said and feeling his heart racing against my chest and I finally look up to meet his eyes.

"I was just sitting with my friends..and that asshole started to talk about things he would do to you" Pablo explained and I gulped knowing that he had a reason to react but also hating the fact that it turned into a fight that could throw shade on his career.

"So?" I said and he raised his eyebrows pulling me closer and making me straddle his lap while his hand moved my hair to the side and he left hot kisses on my neck and shoulder.

"So..I told him I've already done all those things" he smirked knowing how shy I become when he dirty talks to me. He kissed my lips wincing a little feeling a sting from his cut.

"Your lip is bleeding..and you have bruises" I said touching his chest while he was breathing heavily. I thought it was because of pain but later I started to realize it was more from excitement.

Pablo's POV

Every guy in this world dreams about his girl tending to his wounds especially if he got into a fight for her..I was certainly living my dream now as she was inspecting my bruises carefully.

"Do they hurt cariño??" she asked adorably and I nodded my head seeing her blush bright red while leaning down and leaving sweet kisses on my heated skin. Fuck! I loved her innocence so much but even more when she was naughty only with me.

"Thank you for protecting me cariño..te..amo" she said in between kisses moving all the way to my face and kissing my cut gently while looking at me with those innocent eyes.

"Sempre mi amor.." I said moaning a little when she started to suck on my neck..looks like my angel was enjoying being naughty right now.

"You want to be bad anjo?" I smirked and she looked at me with completely red face and big eyes while still kissing my neck.

"Mhmm" she said and I smirked twisting us around so that I was on top of her trapping her small body underneath mine and kissing her lips passionately.

There is nothing better than having an angel in the streets..and bad girl in the sheets...;))

Hope you like it :))

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavi x reader #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavira #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablogavixreadersmut

[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part Nineteen

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts here:  1 -  2  -  3  -  4 -  5 -  6 -  7 -  8 -  9 -  10 -  11 - 12 -  13 -  14 -  15 - 16 - 17 - 18

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, smut, Tommy being possessive and into public sex? I guess idk how to label it😂

A/N: here you go a very long chapter with all we need, smut and grace being put in her place.  Please comment and interact. tell me what you think! it means a looot to me if you do!

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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Sitting at one of the tables in the betting shop, Scudboat was seated beside you, receiving the money and passing it along to you. 

The scents of tobacco smoke and stale beer hung heavily in the air, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar (to the garrison) and overwhelming. The dim lighting did little to conceal the shop's well-worn and slightly grungy appearance.

The room was a cacophony of voices, a mix of slurred and animated tones that melded into a symphony of emotions. Laughter intertwined with muttered curses, blending the excitement of bets with an undercurrent of desperation. It was almost poetic 

As the activity around you buzzed, you realized that the betting shop was even busier than you had anticipated. Men crowded around the counter, jostling for Scudboat's attention and placing their bets with fervor. 

But along with the fervor, there was also an air of intoxicated audacity. Almost every man who interacted with Scudboat ended up casting suggestive glances or making inappropriate comments to you.

It was wearing you down, the constant stream of advances and remarks. 

However, an unspoken understanding seemed to hang in the air. Whenever a man crossed the line, Scudboat would mutter the words "She's Tommy's girl." Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. Respect seemed to replace the inappropriate behavior, and in some cases, apologies followed.

"I'll take a break," you told Scudboat as you stood up.

You scanned the room and spotted a familiar face, making your way towards it. Polly was seated in a separate area, divided by a thin wall, with the vault nearby. This small area was right next to Tommy's office.

"Tired?" she asked, lowering the paper she was reading as you entered the room.

"Just need a breather," you replied, taking a seat in front of her and letting out a sigh. "How men are able to get so drunk so soon, it's not even noon," you grumbled, eliciting a smile from her.

"Men, darling. Their minds are so limited," Polly said, her voice carrying a mixture of amusement and understanding. She leaned back in her chair, regarding you with a knowing look “are they bothering you?”. 

"Not really, just a bit annoying. Scudboat has been helping," you replied. "The problem is, I keep losing track of the counts. They're constantly talking to me and striking up conversations."

"You know, you could go to Thomas's office," she suggested, readjusting herself in the chair. "There you'll have peace to do the counts."

Thomas had left, gone off to who knows where.

After you and Tommy arrived at his house, you decided to take a bath and give yourself time to relax a little. When you were finished, you found that he had already left.

When you asked Polly where he had gone, she shrugged and said, "Who the hell knows.".

Arthur and John were gone with him. 

You carried on with your day, helping Polly open the betting shop and assisting her with whatever was needed. 

You pushed aside thoughts about what to do regarding your own shop; you knew you'd have to address it eventually. But you were emotionally drained. The prospect of returning to the camp stayed with you in the back of your mind, but you weren’t ready to face your father just yet. 

After a small break you accepted Polly's idea, taking the bag of money from the day and headed for Thomas's office. 

As you walked into his office, you immediately noticed the change in the air. It held a mixture of leather, paper, and a hint of cigar smoke, all intertwined with the scent of his cologne. You breathed deeply, enjoying having his scent around you. 

Inside his office, the atmosphere was notably quieter than the bustling activity outside. You couldn't help but let your mind drift back to the first time you had entered this room. It was when you had made your initial contract with the Shelbys, and you remembered how Thomas had purposely inserted a typo error. 

The memory brought a fond smile to your lips. 

Some things in the room were different than before, but the essence of the room remained familiar. He had a new chair and his fax machine looked new. You settled into his chair, the cushion offering a slight creak as you did.

You placed the bag of money on the desk and started to take the money out of it. Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you began counting the money. 

The soft scratch of the pen against the paper after you reached ten euros, and the tick of the clock were the sounds now surrounding you. Yes, you could still hear the loud voices outside, but nothing that bothered you. 

 As you were nearing the end of counting the money, the door creaked open slowly, and Thomas walked in with a curious look, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Hiding, are you?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

"Something like that," you replied, smiling. "I can't seem to concentrate out there, with all the men."

He approached the desk, his eyes locked on you as he took a drag from the cigarette.

“Yeah, Scudboat told me we had some troublemakers,” Tommy said as the smoke came out of his lips

"Nothing that hasn’t been handled. Where were you?" you asked, reaching the ten euros mark and finally able to shift your attention to him.

As the second he walked in and saw you he felt himself relax. The sight of you, with your hair loose and you just completely focused, brought some sort of comfort to him. 

If anyone was sitting on his chair, he would simply tell them to fuck off. But you? No, he liked seeing you there. 

He scratched the tip of his nose and audibly settled into the chair across from the desk. "Doing the police's job," he said.

"Did you find anything?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued.

He shook his head. "Not yet. Whoever did this wasn't stupid. They covered their tracks."

You nodded in understanding, absorbing the information. 

As he exhaled a puff of smoke, you leaned back slightly, studying his expression. The lines on his face showed he was frustrated. But you knew he wouldn't rest until he had answers.

"Thank you for this," you said, your expression a mix of gratitude and concern.

"For what?" he asked, his tongue sliding over his lower lip.

"Looking for answers," you replied, a small frown forming. "You didn't have to do it."

He regarded you with a steady gaze, "I want to," he stated firmly. "I told you I would take care of you, eh?”

"You also told me you would make sure this wasn't boring. You know, I've been counting money for ages…" you quipped, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"Being surrounded by money is boring? You're a hard woman to please," he retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You chuckled softly. 

"Move the chair back, love," he instructed, and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

"What?" you questioned, uncertain about his request.

"You want some fun, don’t you? Just do it," he replied with a husky voice, his tone sending a shiver down your spine. You complied, pushing the chair back slightly. "Now, put your feet up on my desk, let me see you," he requested in a low voice, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through your body.

The air in the room seemed to shift, the energy between you seemed to hum with anticipation. 

You obeyed, placing your feet on the desk as instructed.

"Go on, pull up your skirt," he murmured, adjusting himself in the chair to get a better view. you slowly gathered the fabric of your skirt and pulled it up slightly

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the outside world faded into the background. It was just the two of you now

"Did you lock the door?" you asked, your voice carrying a mix of caution and curiosity.

"No," he answered, clicking his lips in a gesture of dismissal.

The realization that the door was unlocked added a new layer of excitement. The thrill of the possibility of being caught in this intimate moment, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

You could feel your heart racing as his eyes roamed over you, his gaze lingering on your legs. There was something exhilarating about being the center of his attention, about surrendering to his command.

"Take the panties out of the way, love," he continued, his voice husky and filled with a mix of desire and anticipation.

You followed his instruction, slowly pulling your panties to the side and exposing more of yourself to his gaze. As you adjusted yourself, you couldn't help but notice the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. 

His eyes held a mixture of desire and amusement, and it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this moment

“You know what I want. Make yourself cum” he said, making you shiver

You took your other hand and started to caress yourself, gently first. His gaze never leaving you, until he stood up.

You watched as Tommy stood up and went to serve himself a glass of whisky. Your attention was fixed on him, you momentarily paused what you were doing, hoping he would come to you and do it himself, but instead he said 

"Don't mind me. Keep going," he instructed in that husky voice of his, and so you did.

starting to move your fingers rubbing yourself in a way pleasing your senses. You could feel your nipples getting harder and your skin getting hotter.

Tommy goes back to his seat and takes a sip of his whiskey, His eyes consuming you.   

You inserted your fingers, moving them in and out. You had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning. 

"Don't do that, I want to hear you," he said, his words taking you by surprise.

"What? There's a bunch of people out there," you protested, stopping what you were doing

"So, let 'em hear," he responded, taking a slow sip of his whisky. The corner of his lips curled into a confident smirk, his eyes holding yours with unwavering intensity. "It's about time those fuckers know you're mine."

The weight of his words hung in the air, you weren’t sure how you felt about that. Yes, it made your blood rush. all this possessiveness energy he has is fucking sexy. 

You quickly lowered your legs from the desk as you heard a soft knock on the door. Your movements were abrupt.

Tommy, however, remained composed. He raised a hand in your direction, silently indicating for you to stay calm and remain right where you were. His subtle gesture was a reassurance, a reminder that he was in control of the situation, of everything.

"Tommy?” You heard John's voice calls. Tommy answered with a simple “yes” and the door opened a little, just enough for him to pop his head in “The barmaid is here to see you," 

"Alright," Tommy responded

“Should I tell her to wait?” John asked and Tommy looked at you, wanting to know from you. 

“Yes, tell her he is busy” you answered and John nodded closing the door.

“Busy, eh?” he chuckled

“Yeah, busy making me cum” you said, a malicious smirk forming on his face as you stood up and walked over to him.

"I can do that," he said, his eyes intently following your every move.

As you approached him, your heart raced in anticipation. With a mixture of boldness and desire, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a sensual dance. Your lips slowly sliding over his and he followed your pace perfectly.

The sensation of his lips against yours was the best thing in your day. Each movement was deliberate, a careful exploration of the desire that simmered between you. The taste of him, the warmth of his breath, the taste of the whisky on his tongue, all of it created an intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped you.

His hands traced a path from the outer parts of your thighs up to your hips, leaving a trail of electricity. The touch was both gentle and possessive. And then, in a sudden and unexpected move. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, a surprise maneuver that left you gasping.

His kisses and touch, now more urgent, made you breathless. You got lost in the kiss. Nothing else mattered at the moment. How it usually is when you are with him, just him.

“Tommy?” you whispered his name on his lips. After what seemed like forever.

A small “hm” escaped his lips as he was too busy to stop kissing you. His kisses slowly went to your neck making you shiver.

“Why are we still wearing clothes?” You asked a bit out of breath, making him chuckle.

He grabbed your asschecks firmly and stood from the chair, placing you on top of his desk.

You quickly unbuckled his belt while he tried to get your skirt's fabric out of his way. You lowered his pants just enough to feed his hard cock from his briefs.

His hand found its way to your panties pulling them away completely and tossing it on the floor. His fingers slid through your entrance. The feeling of having him there making your stomach flutter.

“Always so ready” he smiled and kissed you as he pinned himself in your entrance.

He pulled your ass closer to the edge of his desk and then entered you without much resistance. Your juices make him glide easily. You let out a low moan as he did.

He found himself in a good rhythm, pumping into you slower than normal. His lips attacking your neck, sucking at your skin leaving a small purple mark.

you held tightly to his back with one hand while the other was wrapped around his neck caressing him, and eventually, your hand went into his hair pulling him closer

His lips went to your ears and with his voice hoarse with desire he whispered “I want to hear you”.

you held strong into his back and directed your low moans to his ears, still doing your best to control yourself.

“You feel so good” you whispered

“You can do better than that, eh,” he said as he sped up his pace. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Fuck,” You gasped and dug your nails into his skin

“Yeah? Come on, love” he encouraged you

The problem with having sex with Tommy is that he fucks you senseless. It’s never a simple fuck. He always fucks you to your edges. So to keep control… it's hard.

Outside of Tommy’s office, sat Polly, Arthur, John, and Grace in the same room you talked to Polly in earlier. Scudboat was still taking the bets.

Even though your sound now could be easily heard, the loud men in the betting shop made it hard to.

“What did he say exactly?” Grace asked a bit annoyed by the wait

“He’s busy” John answered moving the toothpick between his lips

“Is he in a meeting?” she asked

“Hum… you could say that” he answered as he tried to hold a smirk

Polly was silent, just watching the girl in front of her. She didn't really like Grace. After Tommy vented a little and from what she could gather from hearing you and Tommy arguing a few weeks before, Grace had caused some trouble. Or rather… Tommy did, but she sure was in the middle of it.

“What are you doing here?” She eventually asked

“Tommy asked me to come. We have business to discuss” Grace responded with her superb posture

“What bloody business? You’re a barmaid” Polly asked frowning, taking her black cigarette to her lips to take a drag.

“Hasn’t he told you? I am his new secretary” she said proudly making Polly scoff and chuckle

“Bloody Thomas needs a secretary now. He got an office five minutes ago” she mocked thinking the whole idea was stupid and she hoped he had told you.

Arthur chuckled and said “She’s good with numbers, Poll”

Polly simply gave him an eye roll and took her cigarette to her lips again, taking a deep and long drag.

Scudboat walked him to get a glass of water. “Things are heated up today,” he said, voice full of energy. Arthur stood to fill his glass with whisky.

“You doing a great job Scud, keep it up,” Arthur said as he patted the man’s back, who smiled proudly.

Suddenly a noise drew their attention as if something had hit the wall that divided the room they were in from Thomas's office.

“Is everything alright in there? Is he alone?” Scudboat asked instinctively

“Yea, our brother just likes it rough, eh,” Arthur said, chuckling and sitting back down.

The sound was made by a chair he kicked out of the way as he spun you around, fucking you now bent over his desk.

“Oh god, this feels so good” you moaned. Your moans now starting to get louder, but at this point, you weren't even thinking about being silent.

“There's no God here, love” Tommy spoke breathlessly

You chuckled and corrected yourself “Oh Tommy, this feels so good”

“That's it. Better” he praised slapping your asscheecks.

He pulled your body up, your back resting on his chest as he continued his thrusts. Both his hands holding your breasts firmly through the fabric of your shirt, the feeling of his actions making you completely at his mercy.

His lips went to your neck again; leaving kisses and small bites on your skin.

Holding your chin in his hand he turned your face to him and kissed you. His other hand slid to your clit, making you shiver when he pinched it gently.

He rubbed your clit relentlessly, your moans against his lips getting louder.

“Come for me, love,” he said

“I’ll. I’m so close” you told him.

In one swift movement, he pushed you down against the desk again with his free hand and his other hand continued its attack on your clit.

Now his thrusts got faster and stronger. Every thrust he went deeper.

You had to hold strongly to the desk under you to keep yourself in place.

“Oh, Fuck!” you moaned, the sensation of the double stimulation being overwhelming

“Who?” he asked completely breathlessly

“Oh, fuck! Tommy. Fuck!” your legs felt weak. The burning sensation in your core took over your senses as he continued fucking you as hard as he could. A loud moan escaped your lips, followed by Tommy's name.

Seconds before coming, he pulled out. His sperm spreading all over your legs and the floor.

“Shit” he cursed resting his head on your back as he recovered his breath. “I thought you were going to be silent” he chuckled

“You know when you fuck me like that is impossible” you giggled feeling his weight on you lessen as he got up

“Yeah” he chuckled himself, closing his zipper “hold still, eh. let me clean you” he said taking a step back, admiring the view of you bent over his desk, red asschecks and pussy completely red and wet. “Fuck you look like a work of art. Should be put in a museum, ey” he said taking his handkerchief to clean your legs, then the floor “Ready” he said slapping your butt when he finished.

You stood, and as you did, he pulled you into a soft and tender kiss, a moment of gentle affection that contrasted with the intensity that had come before.

"I love you," you whispered, your fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks and neck as you spoke.

His response was just as heartfelt. "I love you too," he replied, his lips meeting yours in a lingering peck. "Want some whisky?" he offered, stepping away from you briefly.

"Sure. Now why is Grace here?" you inquired, curiosity piqued as you watched him.

"Oh, I guess I should've told you. I hired her as my secretary," he admitted casually, his attention focused on preparing the drinks.

With his back turned to you, he didn't see the roll of money you had picked up and thrown at him. The object hit him in the back, and as he turned around, he was met with your angry expression. His amusement was evident, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Did you just throw that at me?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"What the fuck?" you exclaimed, your frustration evident.

His chuckle only served to irritate you further. "Did you really just throw money at me?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement.

"Why her?" you demanded, your irritation and confusion bubbling to the surface.

"She's good with numbers, and she has what I need," he explained, walking toward you with a glass in hand.

“And what the fuck is that you need, Thomas?” you asked angrily

He regarded you with a calm and composed demeanor, as usual. Taking a sip of his whisky, he gestured for you to join him in a seat.

"Sit down, love," he said.

“You sit down!” you barked at him

He breathed deeply, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of apprehension. He knew that you wouldn't like this

"I know this might come as a surprise, but Grace is capable, reliable, and discreet. I need someone who can handle the legal side of things, manage the accounts, and keep track of our dealings," he began, his voice steady as he explained his decision.

Your response was immediate, your frustration evident in your tone. "And it had to be her? After everything. It had to be her?" you questioned

Thomas tried to reason with you, his voice softening. "She already knows the business, love. It made sense to have someone with experience in that role."

"Good for her," you retorted, your voice carrying a mix of sarcasm and bitterness.

As he approached you, placing a comforting hand on your lower back and planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

"Hey... y/n, don't be like that," he asked, his gaze searching yours for some sign of understanding.

You sighed, torn between your emotions and the reality of the situation. "I just wish you would have talked to me about this before making the decision. It's not just about her qualifications, Thomas. It's about everything else. It's about how she makes me feel. It's about how she treats me. It's about what she wants with you, and you didn't even think to mention this."

He nodded. "Y/n, there's nothing between us. It never will. Do you want me to not hire her?"

Your gaze softened as you considered his question. You took a sip of your whisky, allowing the rich warmth of the liquid to calm your nerves.

Leaning into his touch, you felt a mixture of conflicting emotions slowly ebbing away. "No, Thomas," you said softly, "I don't want you to change your decision just because of me. I know you have to do what's best for the business. I just would appreciate being considered when you took decisions that affect me" his fingers brushed lightly against your skin, a gesture of reassurance.

“I’m sorry, eh? I will,” he said sincerely, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "Are we okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. You nodded, a small smile forming, his thumb caressing your neck. "I left a mark here," he said proudly, referring to the hickey he had given you. "Just a small reminder that you're mine."

You couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at his words, your thoughts running wild for a moment.

Fuck whys that so sexy? You thought to yourself

You leaned closer to him, kissing his neck that turned into a hickey, creating a similar mark. "So that she knows it too," you said with a playful smirk, eliciting a smirk from him in return.

“You can stay to the meeting, if you want” he said

"No, I have many things to fix. I'm going back to the camp," you explained,

"You'll sleep there?" he asked, a hint of frustration evident in his tone. Your decision wasn't one that pleased him,

"Probably," you replied honestly

Before you left, he pulled you into an intense kiss.

"Bye," you said with a small smile, then playfully added, "You should probably take that panty from the floor." With a teasing grin, you turned and walked out of his office and into the small room Grace and the others were “he’s free now” you told her and walked out of the betting shop after saying your goodbyes to everyone.

As Grace walked into his office, Thomas had your panty in his hand. "Hi, Grace. Sorry for the wait," he greeted her, slipping the panty into his pocket and taking his seat behind the desk.

Truth was, everyone out there heard what happened in his office. The walls were not capable of holding in the sounds of the last five minutes, both yours and his moans echoed through the betting shop.

"It's okay. I just want to know if you are serious about me," she began, her tone carrying a mix of uncertainty and frustration. "Because you lacked respect towards me."

Thomas couldn't help but chuckle at her words.

“I lacked respect?" he repeated.

She continued, her voice holding a hint of vulnerability, "I just wish to be treated right, Mr. Shelby."

He nodded, his tone shifting into a more business-like tone. "Right, what you wish, Grace. It's not my concern," he replied candidly. "Can we discuss business, or do you want to rethink the job?"

Grace looked at him, a mix of confusion and determination in her gaze. "We can discuss business," she affirmed

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Falling For the Devil [Part nineteen: "The Time You Almost Told Him"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt accompanies you as your date to a charity event where you're being honored for a journalism award.

Or

Absolutely everything has you nervous–your speech, how handsome Matt looks in a tux, Katy's inappropriate silent commentary, Jessica Manning (a news reporter who always has it out for you), and the fact that Matt apparently notices something off with your body every damn time you almost blurt 'I love you.'

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.3k

a/n: Another fluffy installment here with Matt being sweet (and Katy being Katy). You can find the full list of the installments for this series on tumblr here! There's a total of 75 of these bad boys I'm still trying to transfer over from AO3...

"...and I just want to thank the Pelman Foundation for honoring me tonight with this incredible recognition, though I certainly had some help from my sources when it came to outing the corrupt elite in our city," you said, throat feeling uncomfortably dry as you neared the end of your speech. "And honestly, they're as much to thank for that as I am."

You were trying hard not to focus on the many eyes staring up at you as your hands fidgeted nervously, toying with the fabric of your dress. You felt like you were going to throw up right on everyone who was standing just below the stage you were on with the way your stomach had been twisting the moment you'd stepped your shaky, heeled feet onto the stage. Maybe you'd even manage to vomit on the foundation owner standing just your left if you did, and that thought only had you rushing faster through the rest of your speech. Silently you thanked whatever deity above that you'd refrained from a drink before you came up here. That would have made things worse. 

"When I chose journalism as my profession, I honestly had no idea how often I'd be chased by guys with guns wanting to kill me," you nervously joked. 

A few people laughed, but a multitude made faces at the comment and your instinct to bolt quickly set in. Your eyes darted to Matt, who was smiling in amusement up at you among the sea of people– he was the real reason those guys with guns had been thrown behind bars and had never managed to do more than try to intimidate you these past few months. Really, he deserved this recognition. But he had practically forced you to promise him that you'd in no way make a public statement linking you to his alter ego for your own safety.

"So–so thank you, again," you stammered, eyes darting to the foundation owner now as you stepped away from the microphone, desperate to get off of the stage.

Polite applause erupted in the ballroom and you quickly shook the foundation owner's hand once again, giving him one more nervous 'thank you' before you and your trembling legs hurried across the stage as fast as possible without looking too ridiculous.

Hands shaking just a bit as the adrenaline still surged through your nervous body, smiling politely at those you passed who offered a friendly congratulations, you carefully made your way back towards Matt from across the ballroom. His dark glasses were covering his eyes, but with the wide smile spread entirely across his face, you knew he was focused solely on you despite the room full of people you were slipping your way between as gracefully as you could. 

Your heels clicked along the wood floor with each step, the silk of your floor length black dress swishing softly across your legs. You'd picked silk intentionally for tonight, knowing how much Matt had seemed to enjoy it on you at Marci and Foggy's wedding. Since he could only feel what you were wearing, you’d found another way to dress for him–and he’d certainly complimented you on the dress a few times already this evening. 

And just like at Marci and Foggy's wedding, Matt looked heartbreakingly handsome in his tuxedo with the bow tie you'd helped him with earlier tonight. The coat fit him just right, his shoulders somehow looking even broader underneath it. Somehow the full ensemble made him look even more intimidating to you tonight. Your heart had been wildly beating in your chest when you'd first seen him open the door to his apartment, entirely in amazement that this man was accompanying you as your date tonight. Before the two of you had left for the event together, you had been almost more nervous to spend the evening with him than you were to give the brief acceptance speech you had just given.

"That was terrifying and I never want to do it again," you told Matt when you finally reached him, wringing your hands anxiously in front of yourself. 

"You were perfect," he told you, warmth and calm radiating from him as he reached a hand out, placing it gently on the small of your back. "Just as I said you'd be. I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

"I almost tripped going up those little stairs," you told him, stomach still twisting with nerves. 

"No one noticed," he assured you. 

Still wringing your hands in front of you, you tried to release a deep breath, but the exhale came out as shaky as your knees. Matt's hand on your back pulled you in towards him and you eagerly accepted the comforting embrace. To anyone else it probably looked like he was congratulating you, but you were grateful for the brief moment to bury your face into his neck and block out the room around you as you inhaled the faint warm, woodsy scent of his cologne while his strong arms held you to him. 

Slowly stepping out of his embrace a moment later, you tried to take another calming breath. "I don't know how you do it," you muttered.

His head tilted curiously to the side as he gazed back at you. "Do what?" he asked.

"The whole lawyer thing," you said, waving a hand at him. "Having to memorize your speeches and deliver them in front of so many people. And they're picking apart everything you say. Not to mention the consequences of fucking up are pretty big, too."

He chuckled lightly, his hand gently rubbing along your back. "Somehow you just managed to make me nervous for court on Tuesday," he teased.

"Sorry," you muttered. 

"I'm kidding," he answered with a smile. "I do get nervous, actually. I just hide it well. Plus knowing my client is innocent and having the evidence to back it up helps."

"You do everything well," you mumbled. Matt chuckled beside you and you blushed, realizing you said that aloud. "Sorry, I'm really focused on not throwing up right now."

"Yes, I've noticed," Matt said. "You just need to take a few deep breaths, sweetheart. You were great, really."

"I didn't say anything stupid like I did earlier to the senator, did I?" you asked him nervously. 

Matt barked out a laugh, the sound carrying as his head fell back along his shoulders. You frowned at his response, noticing a few eyes on the pair of you now.

" Matt ," you chided. 

He tried to recover, shaking his head as his laughter died down. "I'm sorry," he said, still smiling, "but you brought it back up. I can't believe you told the senator you thought Daredevil was probably 'a pretty cool dude' in defense of his vigilante endeavors."

A hand flew to your face and you groaned. "He's not being a pretty cool dude right now," you mumbled behind your hand, which only brought on another round of laughter from him beside you.

“Alright, I’ll stop laughing,” he promised, removing his hand from your back and offering you his arm instead. “Would you like to dance?”

Your hand dragged its way down your face and you studied his offered arm for a moment. “Can we…get some alcohol in me first?” you asked. “Now that I don’t need to worry about slurring my way through that speech?”

The smile never fell from Matt’s face, his arm still held out to you. “Seems a terrible way to try not to throw up,” he teased, “but yes, whatever you want. You are the woman of the hour.”

“Please do not say that,” you begged as you slipped your arm through his. “I would much prefer to fade into the background for the rest of the night.” 

You began to lead Matt towards the bar at the opposite end of the ballroom, careful to navigate the pair of you between the different small circles of conversing individuals gathered around the areas not filled in with tables. His cane was currently folded up in his right hand, allowing you to do most of the guiding, even if he did have his extra senses that he was pretending not to be using. 

“Why do you so often want to go unnoticed?” Matt asked curiously.

Caught off guard by the question, you turned a fraction towards him, your heel slipping along the floor and causing your ankle to twist uncomfortably. You would have fallen straight to the floor if Matt hadn’t instantly tightened his hold on your arm, his other hand that was holding his cane quickly darting out to grab your waist and steady you. Readjusting your foot, you slowly glanced up at Matt beside you as you regained your balance.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

He shot you a charming grin, his hand falling from your waist. “Anytime, Bambi,” he teased lightly.

You snorted inelegantly, noticing a tall, slender blonde nearby turning and shooting you a disgruntled look at the sound. Biting your lip, you threw a hand over your mouth and glanced away, carrying on leading the pair of you towards the bar.

“You never answered my question,” Matt pointed out.

“I just…don’t like the attention,” you answered him. “Not all of us are as charismatic and charming as you, Matt.”

“I think you certainly are,” he disagreed.

You couldn’t resist the laugh that came from you. “Pretty sure someone would be more inclined to describe me as awkward and socially-inept. And I am still waiting for you to realize that.”

“I’d be more inclined to say quirky and adorable,” Matt countered, shooting you another charming grin.

You couldn’t fight the smile that slid onto your face as you reached the bar. The pair of you ordered a drink, waiting for the bartender to make them. As you were about to open your mouth, attention returning to Matt, you felt an arm sling itself over your shoulder and you startled. Glancing to your right you spotted Katy with a drink in hand and a sly smile on her face.

“Congratulations lady,” she said. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Katy,” you told her. “I honestly can’t believe they picked me this year.”

“Oh, I can,” she replied. “You’ve been busting your ass chasing some big, dangerous stories all year long. But I meant I’m so proud of you for giving that speech up there. You did great and I’m sure you were fighting to not vomit on the head of the Pelman Foundation that was standing beside you the whole time.”

You rolled your eyes, handing Matt his drink from the bartender before accepting yours. “Yeah, and now I’m planning to drink off the lingering nerves,” you informed her.

Her attention shifted to Matt just in front of you, her smile still widely plastered across her face. “Hey, Matt,” she greeted him. “Been a few weeks since I last saw you. You treating my girl good? Because I’ll kick your ass if I have to,” she threatened him, raising her half-finished wine glass and pointing a finger at him firmly.

Matt only grinned in response. “Threatening a blind man, Katy?” he joked back.

“Yeah, I am,” she said with a shrug. “Equality. Don’t hurt my girl.”

“Katy,” you said, shooting her a look.

Matt’s free hand reached up, adjusting his dark glasses on his face as he smiled back at her, entirely unphased. “You know,” he began, something in his tone causing you to instantly narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, “our girl here said you seem to be under the impression I own a bakery?”

A hand flew to your mouth instantly, covering the laughs dying to break free from you. Your shoulders were shaking lightly as you fought them down. Beside you, Katy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I just want to clarify that I’m a lawyer,” he continued, that charming fucking grin on his face. “Not really sure I’d know how to bake a cake.” His head turned towards you, the lights overhead glinting off the red of his glasses as he added, “Though I do appreciate a good cake.”

The laughter died in your throat, your eyes on him like a deer in the headlights. Katy beside you bit down on her lip, fighting back laughter at your discomfort and embarrassment now. 

“Good to know,” Katy said with a laugh, slapping you hard on the back. “Hope you both enjoy some cake later. I’m going to go find the cute brunette in the blue suit. Keep an eye out for Jessica–she’s exceptionally pompous tonight.”

You huffed, shoulders sagging at the mention of that particular woman, but as you watched Katy take a few steps away, she abruptly came to a stop when she was just a little behind Matt. Spinning back around, her movement catching your attention, Katy waggled her brows at you and your eyes narrowed as you watched her just over Matt’s shoulder. She exaggeratedly gestured a hand towards Matt’s ass before shooting you two thumbs up, managing it even with the wine glass in hand, and then followed that up with a few lewd hand gestures afterwards. Matt’s head tilted curiously, his gaze still on you.

“She’s behind me, isn’t she?” he asked you.

“Yeah,” you answered, shaking your head roughly at Katy.

You watched as she gestured to Matt’s ass again before making the same lewd gestures, this time adding an inappropriate facial expression. Your eyes went wide, mouth dropping.

“She’s making hand gestures, too,” Matt said. “I’m guessing about my ass?”

You swallowed hard, trying to shoo her away with a hand and a pointed glare. She rolled her eyes at you, turning and ignoring the older gentlemen who you were pretty sure was some big CEO shooting her a disturbed look at the scene she’d just been making.

“Yeah,” you answered Matt, attention returning to him. “She wants me to–” you abruptly stopped, shaking your head as Matt’s mouth twisted into a sly grin. Blushing, you quickly said, “Not important. How about we chug these and go dance?”

“Now I’m curious,” Matt whispered.

"And you're going to stay that way," you told him, bringing the glass to your lips and downing it.

With a wince you set the glass back onto the bar counter, Matt slowly raising a brow at you.

"You were serious about chugging the drink?" he asked.

"Or at least moving far, far away from this spot," you said, your eyes catching sight of Jessica making her way right to the bar. 

You grabbed Matt's wrist, trying to be mindful of the drink in his hand, and led him away from the bar. He willingly followed along beside you, but as you maneuvered around a group of people loudly discussing some current political drama, you almost ran headlong into Jessica Manning. Internally you felt yourself deflate.

One of her perfectly plucked and penciled dark brows slowly slid up on her forehead, her blue eyes that looked almost as soulless as you knew her to be scanned you from head to toe, taking in your dress. Of course she looked like a living doll in her form-fitting and quite low cut red dress. She said your name–as if it was something that tasted horrible–in way of greeting.

“Jessica, hello,” you greeted flatly.

“It’s cute they’re still giving awards to print journalists,” she sneered. “Surprised The Bulletin is actually being read and not just used as packing material and fire kindling.”

Your grip tightened on Matt’s wrist at her words. Katy was right–she was extra pompous and insufferable tonight.

“Though I suppose you don’t have quite the right look for actually being on the news,” she mused aloud, her eyes once again scanning you over. “Or the presence and refinement necessary.” Her eyes slid over towards Matt, approvingly and openly roving his face and his body with her gaze. “Suppose that’s how you landed this particular date–he can’t quite see what you’re lacking. But let me assure you," she hissed, leaning towards Matt, "you certainly can do better than her .”

Her words stung, striking something inside of you that was already vulnerable and unsure when it came to you and Matt. You fought hard to keep your composure, forcing away the sting of tears. Opening your mouth to form some sort of retaliation or dismissal, you were quickly cut off by Matt beside you. 

"It would appear you lack the refinement you claim to have," he replied, tone low and sharp, yet somehow oddly composed. "Only a jealous woman would tear down the success of another and make a tasteless comment about someone's disability in the same breath. So," he continued, "I'm quite certain you've only further cemented the reason I'm here with the beautiful and talented woman beside me and not someone quite as… lacking as yourself."

He pulled you along beside him, your mouth partially agape as Jessica Manning stood seething, a group of onlookers having overheard the brief interaction and whispering to each other as they glanced in her direction. 

Quickly you remembered you needed to lead the pair of you and you focused on guiding the both of you towards an emptier corner of the room far away from Jessica. You hadn't expected Matt to stand up for you like that, and as you glanced over beside you, you saw his dark brows pinched together behind his glasses, his cheek twitching just a bit as if he was irritated.

Drawing to a stop, you released Matt’s wrist, your hands once again nervously fidgeting in front of you. That had been embarrassing and humiliating even if you were touched that he'd stood up for you.

"I'm sorry," Matt abruptly said.

Your brows furrowed together at the unexpected apology. "What?" you asked him.

"I'm sorry you've had to watch as women slip me numbers and flirt while you're standing right there," he answered, his voice low. "I'm sorry any of them ever made you feel like you were somehow less than. Or like you're somehow not good enough. It–it pisses me off," he admitted, the irritation still apparent on his face. 

"It's not your fault, Matt," you whispered. "You don't control how others react or what they say." You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "But Jessica is…another thing entirely. She's been like this ever since I started at The Bulletin and I ran into her covering the same story."

"She's jealous," Matt told you. "I read it in her body the moment we ran into her."

You laughed lightly–Jessica Manning, New York City's favorite, darling reporter–was jealous of you? That was even more unbelievable than the fact that you'd received the Pelman Award tonight. 

"The only thing I'd believe she was jealous of was you not being on her arm," you told him. 

Matt shook his head, his expression finally relaxing. "No, she was reeking of jealousy before she even noticed me, sweetheart," he told you.

You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your mind around that information. It was still too absurd to believe. The motion of Matt raising his glass to his lips and downing his drink caught your attention again. When he'd finished, he roughly set the glass on a table beside him, his eyes never leaving you. He shifted the folded cane in his hand, setting it down on the table as well before holding a hand out to you. Your eyes dropped down to it, feeling your stomach flutter pleasantly.

"Why don't we focus on enjoying our evening instead," Matt suggested, the irritation gone from his voice. "Dance with me? Make up for all the dances I missed out on with you at Fog and Marci’s wedding?"

You swallowed hard, eyes slowly sliding up to the sweet look on his handsome face. Your heart stuttered in your chest–one of these days that 'I love you' was going to just come barreling out of your mouth at him. 

But no, not tonight. Despite how sweet he had been handling Jessica and your feelings after, and the fact that he was choosing to focus on you instead of the situation, tonight was not the night. You'd make sure the alcohol didn't loosen your tongue too much just in case. The last thing you needed was to drunkenly admit your feelings.

"I'd love to," you whispered instead, accepting his hand.

You led the pair of you out towards the dance floor where there already were a handful of couples holding each other close and swaying to the live string quartet playing just off to the side. Finding a place a little out of the way, you stopped, turning a little nervously in towards him. He flashed you a curious smile and you couldn't fight back your own nerves at the sight.

"What?" you asked him.

His hands easily slipped onto your hips, gliding their way over the silk of your dress towards your lower back and carefully drawing you in close. Your hands carefully slid underneath his arms, snaking their way to his back.

"You've been nervous around me all night," Matt finally answered as the pair of you began to gently sway to the music. "And you just got really nervous before we stepped out here to dance. More than you usually have been during our relationship so far. Reminds me of back before we were together and you'd find reasons to bolt out of the room whenever we were alone. I've noticed it off and on the last couple of weeks, but you seem even more nervous than the other times. What's going on?"

Of course Matt would notice every time your heart fluttered and your body freaked out whenever you were fighting down the urge to tell him how you felt these past couple of weeks. Your nerves had also increased tonight solely because he looked like he should have some model hanging on his arm instead of you with your awkward bumbling in your heels. 

Lightly clearing your throat, you quickly replied the first not ‘I love you’ response that flew out of your mouth. “Nothing. Nothing is going on at all. You’re just, you know, really attractive and sometimes when you focus on me, like you’re doing right now,” you rambled, the words just spilling out of you with no end in sight, “it makes me incredibly fucking nervous. And it doesn’t help that tonight, in that tux, you look really, really good. And you have that goddamn fucking charming smile on your face and it’s making me blurt shit that’s almost worse than having just blurted the actual reason and–” 

You stopped, eyes going wide as Matt’s charming smile slid into a triumphant and devious smirk mere inches from your face.

“So there is a reason and I’m not just misreading you,” he whispered.

You tensed in his arms, swallowing hard as your cheeks grew warm. Licking your lips nervously, feeling like your breathing was becoming shallower, you asked, “Can we just, uh, forget I said all of that? Because I…I’m pretty sure I’m going to vomit and faint simultaneously if I have to answer your question for real right now.”

His head shifted, face lowering down towards yours. From this close you could see his eyes behind the lenses of his dark glasses; they were slightly narrowed, curiously scanning around your face and then dropping lower, towards your chest. Head canting a little to the left, the right corner of his mouth curled ever so slightly upwards. A moment later his gaze drew back up around your chin, the smile spreading a little further on his face and his eyes creasing lightly at the corners behind the glasses. You shot him a questioning look in return even though he couldn’t see it. 

What was that look about?

“Well, we certainly wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Matt teased gently.

One of his hands left its place along your back and a moment later you felt him gingerly tilting your chin with his fingers until your lips were almost brushing his. Immediately your gaze lowered, focusing on his own lips as a dizziness washed over you. Gradually he leaned in, closing the distance and drawing your lips against his in a soft kiss, one that sent your heart racing in your chest. A moment later you felt his lips tighten, pulling into a smile against yours, his fingers still carefully holding your chin. You swallowed hard, eyeing him curiously as he drew back.

“What?” you asked him cautiously.

He had an unusually large smile drawn wide on his mouth, one that was a prime example of the whole cat-that-ate-the-canary expression, and you were currently feeling like the goddamn canary.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I don’t want you simultaneously throwing up and fainting on the dance floor.” An amused grin slid across his mouth now as he straightened. “You might find that to be a little more embarrassing than talking about how Daredevil is a ‘pretty cool dude’ to a U.S. senator.”

Matt let out a laugh as your forehead dropped to his solid chest, your eyes closing and a groan of embarrassment falling from you. His other hand returned to your back as he held you close, still swaying with you to the music. 

“For the record though,” Matt said, leaning closer to whisper into your ear, “Daredevil appreciated the compliment.”

A slow smile spread across your face as it rested against Matt’s chest, your hands clutching the material of his suit from their place along his back. He had been amazing tonight handling your nerves and every other potentially embarrassing thing that had happened, and internally in that moment you let yourself tell him ‘I love you,’ even if you were still too terrified to actually say it aloud to him.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock series #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x reader #fftd

[fluffypotatey]

Say what you will about Arthur and his utter lack of game, but always appreciate the fact this man looked at Morgana, duchess of drip, and decided a dagger would be the best gift for her.

And when it was pointed out that it might not be her style, he went "ah shit you right" and just had the fucking thing tricked out. That was his solution. That was his thought process. Not that a knife was inappropriate, but that it needed to be a custom piece. No basic bitches in this household.

Mans said "what shall I get my significant annoyance this year?", shook his braincell like a Magic 8 Ball, and came up with "knife."

We stan one princely himbo.

ngl i like to use this as proof for Arthur and Morgana being so close and knowing each other so well because i have such a soft spot for my pendragon siblings 🤧

(thoughts under the cut bc….*coughs* i suffer from pendragon sibs brainrot)

listen, listen to me: these guys really did only have each other when they were younger and surrounded by nobody but stuffy nobles and an emotionally repressed/abusive father. Arthur lost his mother king before he got to know her, and Morgana lost a father whom she knew and loved so dearly. they were children who never really got to grieve what was lost from them (although, in some way, Morgana was given some time to grieve and mourn but never for too long).

Arthur has known Morgana for her spunk and rebellious nature against the status quo King Uther enforces since they were children. She was always trying to learn to fight (see her bragging about beating Arthur when they were younger in 1x10) and probably taught herself secretly how to use a sword (or had some help as well 👀 but that’s just a headcanon). She was always at odds with Uther about magic (while Arthur would receive severe punishment for disagreeing with his father, Morgana’s anguish was treated like the flights of a lady’s emotions).

It would be offensive (towards Morgana) if Arthur were to ever gift her something so stereotypical and stuffy on her birthday. He most likely knew that she would have wanted something to use to protect herself: ergo, dagger.

Fuckinnnnnnng, read what Arthur says about his gift omfg 🫠

ARTHUR Beautiful, isn't it? Feel the balance, feel the sharpness of the blade.

I AM PUNCHING THE WALLS 🫠🫠🫠🫠

This man put so much thought and care into this gift for her. Listen, she was his first friend, the first person to not treat him like he was fragile or the fault of his mother’s demise. She was Arthur’s sister before he even knew that’s how he saw her and their relationship. Morgana meant so much to him, your honor, I fucking can’t. They loved each other so much despite the gradual rift that he gained when we first meet them in s1, your honOR—

But then you have Merlin’s comment:

MERLIN Well, I'm no expert, but don't women normally go for pretty things? Like, maybe, jewellery?

(yes he said this as a way to deter Arthur from sticking with a dagger bc of the vision he saw but still)

And so Arthur Dumb-of-ass & bi-of-sexual Pendragon takes Merlin’s advice, realizes that yeah, Morgana still likes feminine things like dressed and jewelry and pretty shit. LET ME BEDAZZLE THIS DAGGER JUST FOR HER

LOOK AT IT

THE FUCKING PENDRAGON COLORS YIU CHEEKY FUCK ARTHUR 🤧 AND LOOK AT HER REACTION TO IT

SHE LOOKS ENTRANCED BY IT???? MAYBE TOUCHED (<- fluffy is reaching, she has gone insane) MAYBE EVEN CONSIDERING THAT ARTHUR DOES CARE AND MAYBE SHE COUOD TURN HIM AGAINST UTHER TO JOIN HER???? (<- fluffy.exe is suffering malfunctions. delusion file has been corrupted)

Literally every other noble gifted her a fancy hairbrush (those fucking posers) and you would think! With how much this show presents Arthur as emotionally repressed and very obtuse when it comes to women, you would think they would regress his character (again) to make a joke out of him (again) not knowing what to give Morgana for her birthday

BUT THEY DONT!!!!

NO! THEY SHOW HIM BEING CONFIDENT IN HIS DECISION FOR IT TO BE A DAGGER THEN NERVOUS ABOUT HIS CHOICE BC MAYBE IT’S NOT A GOOD DAGGER THEN PROUD BECAUSE NOW IT IS A BEDAZZLED DAGGER

WHAT THE FU—

Not only that, BUT SHE TAKES THE DAGGER WITH HER WHEN MEETING MORGAUSE (s3’s big bad villain who is the new up-and-coming High Priestess after Nimueh, whom Merlin smited (smote? smitten?) and does not give any fucks about Uther or Arthur. Both could just die for all she cares.)

I would never lie to you. Transcript speaks the truth. Also, what other dagger would they speak about??? It’s Arthur’s gift and she was so touched by it that she decided to use it for her nefarious schemes of regicide!

OH YEAH AND AFTER THIS WHEN SHE’S IN A COMA YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ARTHUR SAID

ARTHUR To lose her now, like this...I've grown up with her, she's like a sister to me. I'd sacrifice my place on the throne for her to see another sunrise.

*deep breath*

So much shit could have been avoided if these dumbass Pendragons just talked to each other T^T Jfc, Arthur loves those close to him so deeply. He is so loyal to them that it blinds him, that he would willingly give up anything just to keep them alive and happy.

ough, yeah I’m okay (<- liar)

#sorry anon i’m sure you were just shitposting but my mind fell into the pendragon sib brainrot and spiraled from there #this was in fact a bbc merlin meta by the unwell (me) #now onto the weather #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana #merlin meta #long post #used receipts (aka the transcripts coming in clutch) #asks #anonymous #thank you anon for reminding why i love them #pendragon siblings #pendragon sibs

[aridiary]

OK SO IF REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN ,,,, how about idol!hoon x fan!reader like maybe oc goes to a enha fansign and she instantly caughts his eye ..🤭🤭 and maybe he’s all cocky like i hope i’m your bias or something Like that JNDKXFJCK you can make it smutty if you want!! 🤭🫠

i have NO words 🤭🙈🙉

pairing : idol!hoon x fan f!reader ft. enhypen members

Sorry if there are any grammar or spelling errors, this has not been reviewed or edited.

warnings : smut, a little exhibition (?), nicknames (slut), degradation, oral (m receiving)

Sunghoon would be very delighted and excited to continue meeting his dear fans, although there was undoubtedly no shortage of those strange girls who asked him somewhat inappropriate questions but not too much. The fansing was great and even though he was tired he would make sure to meet them all and talk to even the last girl, which was you.

Unfortunately you were almost one of the last people there but that didn't take away the excitement of finally being able to meet your favorite group, Enhypen. When your turn finally came, you were very anxious, happy and a little nervous to be in front of the men you admired so much.

When you were finally able to sit in front of them to meet them, your heart was beating too fast and you felt like your face was burning.

The first one you met in person was Sunoo who tried to help you stop being nervous by giving you some compliments and paying attention to you while you talked.

Then Riki and Jay did the same because you were still a little nervous and it was difficult for you to communicate with them but you had a nice moment together and there were no more complications.

With Jungwon and Jake you were already calmer and you were really able to open up a little more with them since your nerves were gone. When you were with Jake you two really talked too much since you communicated better through language, but you noticed that Jake's gaze drifted a little towards your lips and from time to time towards your cleavage. But it didn't bother you at all and you decided to let it go.

Then when your turn with Sunghoon came, all the attempt and effort you had made to be calm went to shit as soon as you had that beautiful man in front of you. You greeted him and feel your face turn red again as you thought about what to say.

"You're nervous?" Sunghoon broke the ice with a small laugh as he took the things you had given him and began to sign them.

"Yes, a little..." You laughed lightly and looked at him.

"You didn't seem that nervous around Jake, did you?" His question surprised you and before you could answer, he spoke again. "Am I your bias? Well, i think yes~" he said in a playful tone.

It was a common thing that sometimes idols would throw little comments like that at fans, but you would still feel something different in the way he said it to you, but maybe you were just delusional. You laughed and now a little less nervous, you decided to play along with him. "Maybe yes... Jake is handsome too"

"im more handsome." He said and raised an eyebrow with his typical smile that showed his characteristic fangs. Suddenly, you felt one of his legs brush against yours under the table and your heart melted completely. "I feel like I am your bias, right?... don't lie to me"

He reached out his left hand and took yours with a smile as he continued signing. Your heart jumped from the excitement inside you and you went completely red, how he was being so touchy and flirt with you. "A-are you... flirting with me?"

"Maybe yes... or maybe this is how I treat all my fans." He finally finished signing the things and handed them to you, now holding both of your hands. "You're really pretty, you know?"

"This is how you treat all your fans, uh? i see..." You pretended to be offended and then smiled. "I bet Heeseung would treat me better."

He was surprised by your words but he held your small hands tighter and leaned towards you. "ah, yeah? Heeseung would do this with you?" He said with a smile and you felt his knee rub against your crotch under the table. you let out a small moan that luckily was only heard by Sunghoon. "You like that, don't you?"

"You said before that I wasn't so nervous with Jake... were you watching me before I was with you?" You asked to... you know, clarify some things.

Sunghoon realized your intentions and laughed lightly. "Well... I couldn't help but notice how daring you dressed today... with that small skirt and this neckline that shows your boobs..." He lowered his gaze to your breasts and bit his lip. "Did you dress like this for me, baby?" he whispered and looked into your eyes, your face was completely red.

You couldn't talk about everything you were feeling right now. You came here to meet your favorite band and you were hoping to leave with a good memory, not with your panties wet and his knee pressing into your clothed pussy. And it was almost like an instinct when you pushed your hips further forward to put more pressure against his knee, and that was a clear sign that you felt the same way he did.

"Ahhh, you-..." He stopped himself from saying what he wanted to say and smiled at you. He motioned for you to come closer to him and you did so without hesitation. "When you leave here, go to the back, where the dressing rooms are... you'll know which one is mine." He winked at you and you nodded nervously because of what you thought was going to happen. was this a dream? You wondered, and just before you could answer him your time was up and you would have to give the place to the other engene and spend with Heeseung.

Your meeting with Heeseung was normal but you couldn't stop thinking about what Sunghoon had told you. So once you were done with Hee, you greeted him kindly and led you through the hallways that were surprisingly empty.

You entered one of the bathrooms that was only for staff and you went inside one of the cubicles while you thought about whether it was good to enter the dressing room or not. You didn't want the career of the boy you admired to be affected by this, but, he was the one who told you, right?

The longest 10 minutes of your life passed and you left the bathroom because you knew the fansing should have ended by now. As you left you slipped away and entered Sunghoon's dressing room, before you could close the door behind you someone grabbed you by the waist and pushed you inside.

"I thought you wouldn't come... but now I realize what a slut you are, right?" Sunghoon cornered you against the wall, holding you by the hips. "That's what I wanted to tell you before, that you're a slut, isn't you? how you come dressed to see your favorite group and how you rubbed against my knee before, huh?"

For some reason his words excited you even more and you let out a small moan. "I guess all my fans need a little bit of me, they're all sluts, aren't they?" He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.

You looked into his eyes and your instinct couldn't stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck. "I guess you caught my attention for a reason..." he said and smiled.

He leaned down and kissed you fiercely and you didn't take long to return his kiss. This seemed completely crazy.

the way he started running his hands all over your body made you even more desperate for him. He was as perfect and sexy as his fans on the internet used to say and the impression that those who didn't know him had.

"Tell me you want this, I don't want to have a scandal now…” he cupped your face in his two hands.

"this what?" You asked. you were so lost in your own world that you didn't notice his erection that was pressing into your abdomen.

"You can't even concentrate on what I'm saying, huh?" he laughed and moved closer to your face. "Can you suck my cock? It's hurting down there..."

His sincerity caused you to turn completely red, not to mention his innocent tone. "a-are you serious?..."

"Why should I lie?"

"Why should I accept?"

"Because maybe if you do it right you will have the opportunity to meet me more times..." he winked at you and you were more hypnotized by his charm.

This seemed like a dream, you thought. You looked into his eyes and his look was so sweet that it made you nod unconsciously. You slid to the floor until you were on your knees and Sunghoon smiled with lust and desire, it didn't take him long to unbutton his pants.

You watched his every expression as he rushed to free his cock and as soon as he did, his long thick cock hit your face making you jerk back in surprise. "oh fuck..."

"too big for you, baby?" He smiled and stroked your hair and moved his hands forward to press the tip of his member to your lips.

You looked into his eyes one last time to timidly raise your hand to his member and caress it lightly while you kissed the tip. "Shit..." Sunghoon cursed and threw his head back, holding your hair tighter. "Do you want me to go crazy for you?"

You smiled and took half of his member into your mouth slowly. Sunghoon couldn't hold on any longer and held your head with both hands and started fucking your mouth slowly to get you used to it, which made you cough on his cock.

He continued to increase the intensity of his ambushes and you held on to his thighs. Your gagging sent vibrations from his member to his entire body and he began to feel that he was close to cumming, so once he felt that he was close, he withdrew from your mouth and began to masturbate quickly, cumming on your face with a grunt.

You licked the cum that was near your mouth and tasted it. "You do this with any fans interested in you?"

"not really" He said as he tried to catch his breath and held out his hand for you to take. you stood up with his help and he put his pants back on. "Better clean up, don't want the staff caught us, don't you?"

author's note : Sorry if it's not very elaborate, personally I feel like it's missing something but I've been focused on other things but I didn't want to leave this for too long 😪😪

[emberfrostlovesloki]

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Good morning/afternoon/evening loves! I hope you’re having a great Friday so far. The lovely @imagining-in-the-margins has asked me to make a small master list of all the New Beginnings Fics I’ve written during January and February, and I’m more than happy to do that. Although I haven’t written as much as I did for my last prompt master list: Meet-Cute Fics (linked), I am still proud of all the writing I’ve done so far this year. It’s been pretty busy with work, and writing sometimes feels like the only thing keeping me sane. So thank you again @imagining-in-the-margins for the prompts that keep on giving, and to all of my readers. You make me love writing for these characters so much; I hope to continue loving them for a long time still. Even if you’re just a silent reader of my work I really appreciate you. If you like any of these fics, likes, reblogs and comments are appriciated. I hope you all have a good day and if you ever want to talk, my messages are always open. ❤️ 

You can read the master list below the cut. You can find my full master list, with a lot of my older Spencer content and my academic work, at this link (or it’s just the pinned post on my page.)

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Aaron New Beginnings One-Shots 

Roses and Sparkling Water: Aaron surprises the reader by stopping by her apartment after work to celebrate her first month of sobriety. (link)

Dead Center: Aaron wards off a creepy man from the reader at the shooting range and comes to realize that the reader is dealing with a lot more than just one man making inappropriate advances toward them. (link) 

Spider-Man(?) ❤️: Aaron hires the reader to come and be Spider-Man at Jack’s fifth birthday party and ends up offering the reader some comfort and advice at the same time. (link)

The Cherry on Top ✨ */**: When the reader gets drugged on a case, she inadvertently tells Aaron about all the dreams she’s had with him. He then has to decide how he’s going to move forward with information that leaves him needy and wanting of the reader. (link)

Day One, One Day: The reader is called to join the BAU from their team to help them solve a string of kidnappings and murders in a high school. To say the reader's first day and the case was eventful was an understatement, and Aaron can’t help but be drawn to the new face, even though he shouldn’t be. (link)

Space-Time Continuum❤️: Aaron and the reader take down the last of the Christmas decorations. As they work and spend a relaxing afternoon together, Aaron realizes he wants to ask the reader to move in with him and Jack. (link)

Lighthouse ✨: Hotch notices some distressing signs from the reader when he bumps into them at the grocery store. He doesn’t say anything, but something tells him that the reader isn’t well. He goes to their job and finds them just in time. Aka, when Aaron and the Non-BAU!reader get a chance to heal together. (link)

Emily New Beginnings One-Shots 

Count the Cost ❤️: An unspoken conversation rocks Emily and the reader's relationship when Prentiss gets shot on a case. (link) 

Not Your Girl: When the Non-BAU!reader has something big to tell Emily, they pick the worst way to tell her. (link)

Spencer New Beginnings One-Shots  Fatigued: The reader has made one New Year’s Resolution this year, get out more. Spencer is happy to help her with this, but tonight the reader just seems too tired to want to do that. However, Spencer is flexible and is happy to change plans to let the reader rest. (link)

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[professor-walnut]

Nemona is by far my favourite rival character in any game; she is also absolutely neurodivergent - hear me out on this.

I love seeing characters in media who are subtly autistic or adhd coded, and pokemon has a lot of them. But pretty frequently when writers create nd characters, they end up falling into a trope of genius/shy/nerdy/introverted/emotionless. And there is nothing wrong with that! I love all of these characters, and they do bring representation to a lot of people.

Nemona, right from the start of the game is absolutely the opposite of that type of character, however. She's loud, she's extroverted and excitable and in your face right from the start. She doesn't fit that cliche box, but she slowly shows more and more through her dialogue and actions through the storyline and postdated that she has her own struggles.

Her 'battle obsession' is a special interest, she will turn every topic into a conversation about pokemon battles, even when it's not appropriate to do so. She gets so wrapped up and excited about it that other characters frequently have to remind her that you, the player, aren't in fact a champion trainer, and you and your pokemon need to rest and might not want to battle over and over or go up against overpowered mons. She hyperfocuses on you as the character, sensing someone with even just a DROP of interest in the thing she is obsessed with and clings to you from then on, deciding with or without your agreement that you have to be best friends bevause of it. She physically bounces on the spot getting so excited whenever her special interest is mentioned, towards the end there's multiple times she will jog on the spot or shake her fists excitedly unable to even find the right words. (And let me tell you man, if that's not the most accurate portrayal of my own experiences vibing with a special interest. Sometimes it's like you have so much excitement your body can't even contain it and you must MOVE).

She misses social cues - which is particularly shown when you're in area zero as a group. The rest of the characters will be discussing heartfelt topics, Arven is going through some shit and everyone is worrying about Koridon/Miridon, but Nemona makes seemingly insensitive comments throughout, sometimes having to correct herself like -yes right of course I want our lizard friend to be okay and definatly not because I really want to battle it.

She reacts to things in inappropriate ways - when AI Sada/Turo starts glitching out over the audio (which by the way, being in an abandoned creepy base and just hearing an eerie voice being like "hello children- hello children - h-h-h-hello-he- chil-chil-children children children hell children hello ch-children :)" is nightmare fuel.) and the other three are freaked the fuck out, understandably so, Nemona is cheerful as anything and commenting on how it's making her even more excited, even to the point Penny has to point out to her that this reaction is not normal.

The thing that sold it to me the most was her short story post game, where you can talk to her at various places around the school. You watch her excitedly approach a random boy she doesn't know and try to rope him in to battling her. He gets awkward and uncomfortable and turns her down - she doesn't read the room and still thinks they're going to battle. You realise - for the first time in the game really - that dispite Nemona being a student president and a champion trainer, someone who looks and seems like they should be super popular and cool - you've never seen her with a friend. She doesn't have a social group before meeting you and getting to bond with Arven and Penny. She is extroverted and confident and talks to the teachers and gym leaders like peers, but she's awkward and misses important social cues and other kids notice. They're intimidated by her and her energy and her hyperfixiation.

The part at the end of her storyline, where you are in her dorm room talking, and she describes her feelings as having an invisible wall between her and other kids - that hurt me on an emotional level. Because that is exactly what it's like to be a neurodivergent teenager with one hyperfixiation special interest you pour everything into. For me it was art, when I was a teen I was obsessed, I drew in every lesson, from the moment I got up to the moment I went to bed, I collected art books and watched art tutorials and it's all I wanted to talk about, think about, DO every second, I couldn't bare the boredom of anything that wasn't that. And that level of obsession and passion was too much for other kids, it scared them, it weirder them out. That small section of dialogue where she talks about feeling distanced from other kids really hit me in the feels, and I kinda wish I had been able to experience this characters story back when I was a young teen in the same place, it would have hit me all the harder.

When you look back at the beginning of the game after playing it through, it makes so much more sense why she comes across as a little clingy to you as the character - why she makes insecure comments about you not needing to battle other people when you could be battling her, and why she follows you around from gym to gym as if your journey is her own. You're the first person to - in inelegant terms - 'put up with' her energy. You are her first real friend who not only accepts her sort of aggressive special interest infodumping but embraces it, endulges in it because it makes her happy. If course she clings to you, the playable character is probably the best friend, maybe even the first real friend she has ever had.

Anyway that's my aggressive rant over having too many emotions about fictional characters for today, thanks for coming to my Ted talk. I just really love seeing a different variation of neurodivergent character portrayed in franchises, it makes my little heart happy for all the neurodivergent kids out there who get to vibe with someone, you know?

#pokemon scarlet and violet #spoilers #its the middle of the night but man I needed to TALK #this game is a gift even if the graphics suck and the bugs are unbarable

[sortofanobsession]

WIP Wednesday 1

911 The Bubble AU teaser...

Eddie hadn't been working at the hotel long but the work was safer than what he used to do and the pay was decent. But the pandemic had really thrown things off. He was stuck here. He talked to his kid everyday but not seeing him was tough. Sure Christopher was well looked after by his family, but it sucked. Essential worker bullshit. Was catering to a bunch of rich movie stars really his life now? He shakes his head and puts on a smile as he deals with them all one by one.

At least they were easy on the eyes. His eyes tended to drift towards one particular actor every time he was in the room. Evan “Buck” Buckley. Eddie was familiar with the guy. Christopher was a huge fan, though he hadn't seen all the guy's movies. He was still a kid after all. But Christopher was so excited his dad was meeting this cast, for this movie. It was a franchise Christopher had grown up with and Eddie hadn't hated all of them. Sure, they were derivative and somewhat pointless after so many sequels, but his son liked them so he put up with them.

“Here,” one of the actors had shoved an paper with his autograph on it. “Just don't sell it on eBay.”

“I didn't ask for-”

“Consider it a tip,” the smug prick had said.

Eddie wanted to shove it back at the guy.

“Yeah, sure my kid’s hospital bills can be paid in headshots,” he muttered.

“You have a kid?” Eddie’s head shoots up and it sends an ache through the old injury in his shoulder but he tries to hide it. He sees Evan Buckley approach the desk.

Eddie looks around. His co workers weren't around to admonish his lack of professionalism.

“Oh, Mr. Buckley, I didn't see you there,” Eddie resists the urge to straighten his uniform.

“You said your kid has hospital bills?” the actor asks. And Eddie thinks the look on the guy’s face of concern, looks genuine. But who knows.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie nods. “My son, Christopher, has CP.”

“Must suck being stuck here away from your family. Wife, kids, all that.”

“Bit presumptuous,” Eddie chuckles before he can stop himself. He clears his throat when he realizes this is absolutely an inappropriate conversation. Unprofessional. But for the life of him Eddie can't seem to shut up. Isolation must be hitting him harder than expected. “Late wife,” Eddie corrects. “And it's just one kid. Just Christopher. He's with my abuela.” Okay, yeah he was over sharing now.

Buck doesn't know why but the way the guy at reception’s ears turn red and he keeps looking around is adorable and almost as addicting as the pills he has in his suitcase. Single dad. He could work with that. But shit. Late wife, means dead wife. Buck does feel bad about that. And a kid with a birth defect. Shit.

“Shit, I am sorry man. I shouldn't have…that was real shitty of me.” Buck starts because holy shit he was trying to hit on a single dad with a- nope, Evan. You got to be PC. A kid with disabilities. And he knows he fucked up when the guy’s shoulders go tight.

“It's fine, Mr. Buckley. There was no way you could have known.”

“It's just Buck, and you were right it was presumptuous. I probably shouldn't have asked anything in the first place. This quarantine shit is a pain in the ass, but I can't imagine being stuck here away from your kid. I'm sorry, man.”

“It's, okay, really, Mr.- Buck,” Eddie corrects. “I assure you I have thicker skin than most.” Eddie nods. “And being here pays the bills. But I won't lie, it helps when guests aren't…totally out of touch.” Eddie pokes at the scrap of paper with the scribbled autograph with a pen. Earning a laugh from Buck, but he researches over and balls up the scrap.

“Yeah, that guys a prick,” Buck says.

“All part of the job,” Eddie says. “Speaking of, how can I help you, Buck?”

And Buck suppresses the urge to make a suggestive comment.

“I was wondering if I could get a few extra towels. I may have-”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles and nods. “Someone will bring them up as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, man,” Buck says, tapping a few times on the desk before he leaves.

Eddie can't bring himself to break eye contact with the handsome actor Evan Buckley backs away from him and out the room without looking away. Eddie was beyond amused.

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Good? Bad? Want more?

I'm still trying to work some details out.

Like who from the show is an actor/crew and who works at the hotel? Like part of me thinks Bobby, Hen, and Chim would be good at the hotel because without them Buck was a wild boy. Like Hen being Pippa (because I love her attitude and she would be like "I'm eating, man!")

But then who is the cast?

Ravi I can see being an actor, but also I could see him as like Gunther: "I'm done eating but I'm okay."

But Chim being a long suffering actor that is not happy in the franchise.

Do I bring in Lucy? Bosko?

Idk...opinions?

#wip wednesday #the bubble au #buddie

[joy-of-life88]

Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 24 Breaking the news

Katja POV

"Okay...how do I look?" asked Damian as he came out of the bathroom in my apartment.

He must have been changing for the third time now. I don't think I've ever seen him so nervous and fidgety. Actually, I didn't think anything could faze this tall, cool man so quickly, but apparently meeting my parents was a big deal.

"You look great. You always do. And you looked great before, too. You have no reason to be nervous. I'm with you all the way, and if there's even one stupid, inappropriate comment from my mom, we're going home," I replied.

A few days have passed since our little crisis and the completely rushed marriage proposal. Fortunately, we had managed to talk about everything calmly so that nothing seemed to stand between us. We were doing well. I really thought I had messed things up between us, but Damian kept repeating that wasn't the case and that I had no reason to freak out. Even though I was really close to freaking out after Hunter's call.

"She's not going to be happy about our news. Especially not after what you said to her last time," he sighed as he sat down next to me on the bed.

We sat there as D took my hand while we watched Hazel lay on her blanket babbling to herself and kicking her arms and legs. I'm sure it wasn't long before she would roll over onto her tummy herself.

"I know, but this has nothing to do with her. And please don't forget that we don't mention that I was fired. That detail they don't necessarily need to know." I said as I looked up at him.

"But... Won't they find out about it anyway? Through social-media or something?" asked Damian.

"I don't think so. Neither of them use social-media. I'll tell them eventually, but definitely not today. What we have to tell them is enough for one day." I replied.

"True. And it sure won't help them like me one bit." he muttered.

"D, please.... it doesn't matter what they think. I don't need their approval. This is my life. And I have to do what's best for me. And as fate would have it, you are what I want. Family comes first. That's Hazel and you. I'm not going to live my whole life according to what my parents want. If I did that, I never would have started wrestling, we never would have met, and this little girl never would have been born." I explained to him as I snuggled up to him.

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"Katja! Hello my darling! Damian... it's good to see you. And my little Hazel. How is our angel?" mom greeted us.

I could tell she was trying hard to be nice. Hopefully it stayed that way.

"Hi Mom, Hi Dad. She's fine and so are we." I said as I stifled an eye roll.

"It's good to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Fay." replied Damian, who was holding Hazel, politely.

"Damian, I want to apologize. It was not my intention to behave so dismissively. I promise that I will try harder in the future. Katja has surely told you about our little argument. I am really embarrassed to have judged prematurely. I hope we can make a new beginning," Mom said.

I was really surprised that she took me seriously and apologized to Damian. Part of me had expected that she would not. Stubborn as she was, that had been a possibility. But maybe Dad had said something to her, too.

"I'd really appreciate that, Mrs. Fay," Damian said.

"Please call me Carla." she replied, holding out her hand to him. They shook hands as Dad now spoke up as well.

"Are you going to stand in the doorway all night? Come on in!" he said laughing.

"Damian, nice to meet you. I'm Jim." he added as we walked toward him.

"Likewise, sir." replied D, smiling.

I think that was the moment when his tension eased a little. We sat down at the table and talked. Again and again I saw Mom watching me and Damian and Hazel. And I could swear I saw her smiling softly. Even though she would probably never admit it.

The meal and the rest of the evening passed without any incidents. Hazel was sleeping peacefully in Damian's arms. But it was time to go home so she could sleep in her crib. However, I had not yet addressed the sensitive subject. I was afraid that it would destroy everything we had built up so far. But I had to tell them.

"Mom... Dad.... There's something else I need to tell you." I began hesitantly.

Damian put a hand on my leg for support. I put my hand on his and looked at him for a moment. It was now or never.

"What's wrong?" asked Dad.

"Well.... It's about what I'm going to do when I start working again. Hunter has offered me to work at the Performance Center as a trainer and make occasional appearances at NXT. This way I can take Hazel with me without having to travel with her all the time. However, that means I will be moving to Orlando," I explained to them.

"Orlando as in Florida?" Mom asked quietly.

"Yes. I know you don't like it when we're so far away, but that's a great offer. But we'll visit as often as we can and you can come to us." I replied.

"That's... a lot." said Mom in amazement.

"That's not all..." I continued.

"What else is there?" Dad wanted to know.

"Well we think it's best for Hazel and me to move in with Damian. We'll look for a house together in Orlando or surrounding areas. It will make it easier for us as a family." I said.

I looked over at my mom and saw her struggling with tears. Obviously, she didn't know what to say.

"Excuse me." she finally said as she got up from the table and went into the kitchen. I was already about to follow her when Dad said something.

"Give her a break, Kat. She needs time. I promise you she understands. We knew it would happen one day. Don't worry about us. But promise me you'll always call us and send us pictures of Hazel, okay?" replied Dad.

#damian priest #wwe #Wattpad #My writing #lace & leather

[hyunjilicious]

backyard bbq party [bucky barnes]

Summary: You're a college student who hates visiting home. Bucky is new to town and works with your dad. Your mom thinks you need a break from studying and your dad thinks Bucky needs help meeting new people. Smut ensures. 4.5k SMUT

Warnings: Age gap, flirting in inappropriate circumstances, dirty talk, oral - m. receiving, Bucky is cocky and sees right through you, D/s vibes (but not really), very little Daddy kink (one mention), unedited.

A/n: I don't think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!! Please reblog and lmk if you liked it ❤

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"Hun-" your mother warmly called as she approached you, a transparent plastic container filled with freshly seasoned raw pieces of meat, in her hands, "Take this to your father, ok?"

With unmistakable disgust on your face, you still faked a smile - all for her sake and took the container from her. It was heavy and you did your best to look anywhere but at it as you crossed the backyard, approaching your dad. He was with his back at you, facing the grill, and a man - which you barely noticed at first, stood by his side.

"Dad?" you sighed, "Mom said you should make these right now"

Their conversation stopped in an instant, and the two men turned to face you.

A smile instantly made its way onto your dad's face, "Didn't think you girls would be done so fast" he commented.

You just shrugged, knowing damn well you did not help prepare the food in any way. However, your eyes landed on the man behind your dad. He was tall, definitely well built, his shirt a size too small and his eyes shamelessly boring into yours.

You fell under his spell in under a second. Or maybe he fell under yours. Something definitely happened. A switch flipped inside your brain, and you knew you'd have to work hard to not allow yourself to do, or at least try to do, anything stupid at your parents party. 

His eyes trailed lower down your body, and judging by the way he fought back a grin, it was clear what he had in mind.

In order to keep things from getting awkward, his lips parted into a dazzling smile, as he extended his hand to you, "You must be, Y/n. I'm James Barnes. You can call me Bucky. Or Buck"

"Oh, yeah!" you dad smiled, "You two haven't met! James is the best damn mechanical engineer I've ever seen"

"You work together?" you squinted your eyes, "I never heard of you before"

"He just moved to the state" you father added, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his hand still slowly shaking yours. 

Feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you smiled and excused yourself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I'll go now, see if mom needs any more help"

Bucky's eyes didn't leave your frame as you walked away, however you barely managed to take a couple of steps before you heard your mother's voice. "Y/n, baby? Can you go grab the glasses?"

"How many?"

"12" she responded in an instant, and then you took off towards the house.

It was dead silent inside. The house was empty, and already a mess. You took off your sandals and walked over to the cabinets above the sink, pulled out a tray and started looking for the fancy glasses your mother saved for special occasions.

You must've grabbed about 3 or 4 when a deep voice startled you, "Need any help?"

You lightly jumped in surprise, but hoped he didn't notice. "No, it's ok, thank you, though"

"Ok" Bucky mumbled, and you heard the smugness in his tone. 

Unable to fight your instincts, you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. Leaning against the wall with a small bottle of beer in his hand, he sent you a mischievous wink which almost brought a lump to your throat.

You hurried to turn around and keep gathering the glasses your mother asked for, struggling more and more with each one. When you cleared the first shelf, it was obvious you'd need help reaching the ones higher up, but you weren't about to ask Bucky. Instead, you hiked your dress up your thighs and pushed one of your knees on top of the counter, lifting yourself up just enough to reach the remaining glasses. 

"Careful up there," Bucky laughed, walking over to you.

On a normal day, your palms wouldn’t be shaking and you wouldn't even think about the possibility of dropping a glass or falling off the counter. But he was too close, taking way too much satisfaction from seeing you struggling to maintain your balance. Not to mention the skirt, and the way almost all the skin of your thighs was on display for him.

"You could've asked me to help, you know?" he taunted, taking one more step towards you. There were barely a few inches separating your bodies now, and although you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you, the heat from his body flooded your senses. He was too close. Too smug, looking at you. But the last straw was when he placed his left hand on the counter, inches away from your knee. That was when you noticed the prosthetic arm as the metallic sound of its vibranium plates overlapping grabbed your full attention. After a momentary lapse of composure, you looked into his eyes but all he did was raise his eyebrows. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Uh, it's ok" you shook your head, turning back to look at the cabinet. "Just five more"

For the remaining glasses, you grabbed them from the shelf, handing them to Bucky to place them on the tray.

When you were finally done, with a gentle grab of your hips, Bucky helped you off the counter, his hands lingering against the thin material of your dress for a bit too long. But you didn't mind. His touch burned and under his gaze, you found yourself turning around to face him, the proximity being nothing other than obscene especially if you were to take into consideration the age gap, and how you met him.

But that was 20 minutes ago. A moment not so conveniently interrupted by your mother barging in, wondering what was taking you so long. Bucky helped you carry the glasses to the table outside, and after that, you parted ways. 

Even though he went back to the rest of the men gathered around the grill, your mind remained fixed on him. You found it almost impossible not to look for him every other minute, and the fact that he managed to catch you staring everytime, made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

And then it took a little bit of devious and manipulative work on your part - to convince your aunt she got the wrong seat. You told her there was a seating plan, and that she was supposed to sit next to your mum. That opened up a seat left of Bucky, and since that seating plan was as unreal as your chances with him, or so you thought, you had to make sure the seat wouldn't be taken by someone else. And you didn't want to make it obvious - didn't want him to know you only chose that spot after figuring out it was right next to his. So you sprinted back into the house, grabbed your purse and placed it on the chair, pushing it as close as you could to the table, so no one could see it. Maybe it's been there for hours, even before any of the guests even showed up. Who'd know?

But of course, once the food had been served and you were all seated, you had to play your cards right. All your confidence seemed to have vanished ever since Bucky took his seat next to you. Casually sipping his beer, having a taste out every single type of food laid out in front of him, cracking jokes every now and then, and the glimpses… And the winks... And the way whenever he had to turn in your direction, his eyes would first land on you, and only then travel to the person he was having a conversation with.

But that was just the start. Soon enough, his attention was more and more directed towards you. His arm on the back of your chair. His jokes solely for you. 

When you figured it was your time to make the next move, after giggling at one of the stupid puns he just made, you cleared your throat and scanned the table. "James, where did you get the olives? Can you hand me the bowl please? I can't see it"

"Oh, yeah" he said, pushing himself up to grab them for you. But conveniently, the bowl was empty. "There aren't any left, doll." he announced after settling back in his seat.

"That's ok" you smiled, ready to stand up, "I'll go see if there are any inside"

The "No" he whispered was way too low for you to hear, but his metal hand grabbing your thigh and pinning you down in your chair got the message across. You turned to look at him confused, but your plan was already going in a completely different and indisputably better direction.

"Here-" Bucky said, using his fork to pick up one of the olives on his plate. "I'm full anyway"

"Thanks" you nervously laughed, raising your hand to grab the utensil, but he stopped you. 

"Open up"

Only for a second did you stop to consider just how bad of an idea that was, but you hurriedly pushed the thought aside and opened your mouth. Your eyes met his as you lowered yourself and grabbed the olive with your teeth, barely managing to hide your enthusiasm as you slipped it off his fork.

"Good?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, "Very. Thank you"

"No problem, doll"

After that, you returned to your plate - some cheese and salad left. None of them looked too appetising right now, you knew what you wanted - two things, but only one of them would be acceptable. So, you lazily gathered some salad leaves into your fork, and turned to Bucky. "Can I have one more?"

"Hm?" he muttered, removing the beer bottle from his lips and looking at you confused.

"One more olive? Can I?"

Instantly, he smiled. "What was that?"

"Can I have one more-" and when his amused smile turned into a devious grin, you realised what he actually wanted from you. "Please?"

He still wasn't satisfied so he just raised his eyebrows, telling you to try again. 

"James? Can I please have one more olive?" 

"Of course" he taunted. 

You didn't know what you expected, of course you'd have to eat this one out of his fork too. However, this time, he didn't bother helping you at all, instead making you lean all the way into him to grab it. 

"Thanks"

"And call me Bucky, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Bucky"

As much as you wanted to keep this game going, the atmosphere around the table shifted. Even though your parents were seated at the other end of the table and on the same side, making it impossible for them to see what you were up to, you still felt like you crossed one too many lines. 

When your demeanour changed, so did Bucky's. He leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, until he decided to stand up, announcing he was grabbing another drink for himself. You wanted to ask him to bring one for you too, but before you even managed to get a word out, he was already sprinting towards the house.

In his absence, you tried to calm yourself down and regain your composure, but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. So, against your better judgement, you left your seat at the table too, innocently heading towards the house. 

There you found Bucky, leaning almost all the way in into the fridge, scavenging for another beer. The man emptied your dad's stash before the second course was even served. 

"Whatcha looking for?" you beamed, walking up beside him.

"There's no more beer left" he announced, straightening his back and turning to face you. "I guess I'll have some water"

"I can go and see if there's any in the basement" you offered, "Or you could always go for something stronger"

"What do you suggest?"

"What are you into?"

"What am I into?" Bucky laughed.

"Whiskey?" you questioned, walking around him to open the liquor cabinet. "I hate this rum so I don't recommend it." You grabbed another bottle, "This vodka is amazing, no headaches the morning after."

"That won't be a problem" Bucky chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I'll have whatever you wanna give me"

"You seem like a whiskey kinda guy, is that ok?" 

He nodded in approval, and then watched you pad around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some ice. "What makes me look like a whiskey kind of guy?"

You took a deep breath, weighing your next words. "Rugged, tall.. handsome. Not my age." You shrugged. "Whiskey". Before allowing him to comment on that, you spoke up again. "What kind of drink do I remind you of?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes studying your every move. "One of those overly sweet girly cocktails, that has way more alcohol than my whiskey, but it's masked by all the syrups and preservatives inside it"

"Really?" you laughed out loud, handing him his glass.

Bucky smiled as he took it from you, raising it as if making a toast, and then took a sip. He licked his lips and sent you an approving nod.

Slowly, you both turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, but unlike you - Bucky stopped in the middle of the house, his voice urging you to do the same. "I'll go out front for a cigarette"

"Can I come, too?" you asked, heart beating out of your chest.

"Please" He urged you, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in front of him. 

With a hand on your waist, he followed you out the front door. It was quiet, the sun shining a bit too bright for your liking. 

You skipped down the stairs onto the pavement, but he stopped and sat down. Bucky spread his legs wide and motioned for you to come in front of him. After you did, with a gentle tug on your hand, he got you to kneel, one step below him. 

"Want a cigarette, doll?" he asked, leaning back to retrieve the pack and lighter from his jeans pocket. 

"No, thanks"

"Don't smoke?"

"Not if there isn't at least a mile between me and my parents" you giggled, placing your hands on his knees. 

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. You watched the smoke dissipate to the side, only to have your attention grabbed by him when he placed his free hand on your shoulder. "You're an adult. Have been for years. You live on your own. Why not?"

As he spoke, his fingers curled around the strap of your dress, nonchalantly pulling it down. 

You swallowed thickly, but due to the way he was making you feel, you decided to ignore his action. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, right?"

"Mhm" Bucky agreed, taking another puff and then moving to play with the other strap. "So I was right?"

"About what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind"

"Tell me!" you whined, pushing yourself up against him. His thighs completely framed your body as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Tell me!"

"Nope" he grinned, his proud smile inches away from your hungry lips.

"Bucky, come on" you pleaded, framing his face into your palms, "Tell me, please"

"No, doll-" he dismissed you, turning his head to the side to smoke. After blowing up the smoke, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, his hands coming up around your body to rest on your ass.

"Pretty please?" you whined.

"Don't push me" he threatened, his grip on your ass tightening to the point where you almost whimpered out loud. Instead, your eyes just opened wide and you bit your lips.

"Ok" you sighed, playfully defeated, "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. But now I'm sad"

"Of course you are, doll" Bucky laughed, grabbing your chin. "I can tell how sad you are. You're not almost bursting into laughter at all"

"Shut up!" you scoffed, slapping his side, but he interrupted your antics with another rough squeeze of your ass.

Unable to keep calm anymore, you dragged your hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from his member. When you looked up to see his reaction, Bucky was already watching you. 

"Can I?" you pouted.

"Stand up"

"Why-"

"Stand up" he commanded again, slapping your ass before you stood up and settled in front of him. "Take your panties off, doll"

"Here!?" you gasped, "What if anyone-"

"No one's gonna see you if you keep quiet and shuffle out of them like a good girl"

With your heart panging in the back of your throat, you slowly reached under your dress and pulled your underwear down. The feeling of cotton slipping down your legs made your shiver, and by the time your panties fell to the ground, Bucky had already stood up.

Wordlessly, you grabbed them from the floor and handed them to him, "Good girl" he nodded and then stepped out of the way, motioning for you to head inside. 

You did so without any further form of complaint, determined to have your way with him by the end of the party. Dessert hadn't been served yet, so you knew there was still time to get to him.

But once you stepped into the house, you barely managed to make it past the hallway before Bucky grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side. He forcefully pushed you into the small bathroom by the guest room, slamming the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement.

Now it all made sense. Nerves and anxiety washed over you, but the good kind. You were bursting with emotion, shivering from every joint as your juices finally started running down your legs. You licked your lips and waited for instructions from him, ready to do absolutely anything he'd tell you to.

"Why don't you show me what you're made out of, hm? I wanna see how fast you can make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours"

And that was all you needed to hear before you dropped to your knees in front of him, drooling like a good little girl as you watched him undo his pants. Your eagerness got the best of you. He looked divine, especially from that angle. His thick thigh inches away from your face, his metal hand playing with his belt, his hungry eyes staring down at you, his rugged breathing and the perverse view of his cock straining against his clothes. 

Thank god he was fast, because you didn't know how to control yourself anymore. 

When he finally pushed his underwear down and leaned against the wall, you were ready to show him what you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your palms on the back of his thighs and sloppily took his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit-" he cried out loud when you first sucked on his tip, bucking his hips and clenching his thighs.

Eagerly working him from between hollowed cheeks and with your tongue pressed to the underside of his hardening member, you proceeded to look up, innocently blinking at him. The corner of Bucky's mouth tilted upwards, perfectly expressing the immense amount of satisfaction he was getting. 

When the strain on your neck became noticeable, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and wrapped your hand around his base. With delicate and experienced flicks of your tongue against his slit, you worked on shattering his self control, getting more and more wet as his breathing started to accelerate.

"Fuck, Y/n, you little slut-" he gasped, bringing his hand to rest on the top of your head.

You knew what he wanted, but it wasn't his turn to make decisions. Instead, you ignored his gesture and lowered yourself further between his legs, wrapping your lips around his balls. You sucked slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure that you hoped would drive him up the walls.

"Doll, so good. So, so fucking good" he panted, his cock nearly twitching in your hand as you kept pumping along the length.

Pulling back when your neck needed a break, you settled in front of him again, this time mouth open, and placed his tip on your tongue. No physical pleasure from that, but no amount of shadow could hide the pure bliss in his features. Just having you there, on your knees, with his cock on your tongue, was exactly what he needed to see.

"Come on, baby. It's not gonna suck itself" Bucky grunted, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly, but he stopped you before taking him back into your mouth. "All the way down, ok? Take my cock all the way down your throat, and when you feel like you can't anymore, go a little further"

You nodded again.

"And don't worry, I'm here to help you, doll"

You wanted to mumble a 'Thank you' but didn't get to, since he hurriedly curled his fingers around your roots and forced your head down his cock. 

The feeling of your throat expanding around him reached your core in no time, making you shiver under his hold. You crumbled to the floor, your knees weak from the sheer feeling of it all, blinking wearily as he kept you down. 

A mere few seconds had passed before, out of nowhere, Bucky pushed you off of him and looked to the door, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" you mumbled, wiping your chin.

"Thought I heard something"

"You locked the door" you reminded him, "No one's gonna catch us. And that's a bit of a shame, if you ask me"

"Huh?" Bucky frowned.

"I wouldn't mind people seeing me with your balls in my mouth"

His mouth fell open. "You dirty, little whore"

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip and looked up, "Don't act like you don't like that about me"

"I absolutely fucking love it" Bucky scoffed, "Don't know what could have possible made you think I don't like it"

"I was just saying"

"Just.. stop talking. Put that mouth to better use for me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy" you teased and wrapped your lips around his tip again.

"You little-" Bucky started cursing as he shook his head in disbelief, before a rapid knock against the wooden door made your heart stop.

"Buck?" your father's voice echoed around the bathroom, "You in there?"

Without even thinking twice, Bucky forced you back all the way down on his cock, completely blocking your air supply.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" he yelled as you struggled to keep quiet and muffle the way your body desperately begged for air.

"Have you seen Y/n?" 

"Nope" 

The panic that was running through your veins had your oxygen burning faster than normal, the tears in your eyes being the first sign of it. 

"I can't find her anywhere" you dad went on.

No matter how much you tried and how much training you had, in that moment right there, you found it impossible to fight your gag reflex. Before you knew it, a choked down whimper erupted from your throat, forcing Bucky to cough, loudly, hoping to cover you.

"I haven't seen her, man. But, urgh-" The way your throat convulsed around his cock made Bucky weak too, way too close to his release to be able to sound inconspicuous. "Can I- can I have some pr- privacy now? Please? Just - just a sec"

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need-"

"I'm fine!" Bucky yelled. "I'll be out in a sec"

It was not like you were able to hear anything or even concentrate, but as soon as it was clear, Bucky let you off his cock, as he fell back against the wall and you stumbled into the sink.

Gasping for air, you heaved under his stare, eyes wide in shock. "You know I could've kept perfectly quiet without your cock blocking my throat"

"Where's the fun in that?" he panted, getting ready to finish on his own.

"No!" you stopped him, crawling back to him, "Let me!!"

"Just open your mouth" he grunted, and you obeyed.

It took him approximately 30 seconds to reach his orgasm, his hot cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. His moaning and his breathing, and the way his face contorted through endless expressions of pure bliss, had you neatly coming yourself.

When he was done and after you proudly swallowed all that he had to offer, you stood up to fix your lipstick while Bucky cleaned and dressed himself back up.

"Your best friend called. She's having an emergency, you need to get there as soon as possible"

"What-?" you gasped, confused for just a second before you realised there was no way that could have been true.

"Yeah, and I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home. I can drop you off if you want"

And that was what you told your parents. That they couldn't find you earlier because you were talking on the phone with your best friend, reassuring her that everything would be fine and that you'd meet her as soon as possible.

Your parents weren't happy about it, but they didn't shy away from thanking Bucky a million times for offering to drive you. After a sappy round of goodbyes and promises to visit more often from now on, your parents finally returned to the party while Bucky led you to his car.

Once you got in, you didn't even manage to put your seat belt on before Bucky grabbed your chin and forced his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. He dominated the kiss as you melted in his hold, moaning against his lips before he pulled away.

"Been waiting to do that since I first laid eyes on you"

"What stopped you?"

"Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea" he laughed, starting the engine, "Saw what you did to my dick. It was all pink. Don't know how I would've explained lipstick all over my face to your parents"

"Well, excuse me for not wearing blow job proof lipstick to my parents barbecue"

"You're forgiven" Bucky teased, squeezing your thigh as he pulled out of the driveway.

"But why are we leaving though?" you questioned, "You know I have my own room upstairs, right?"

"I know, I know.. but next time we're nearly getting caught, I don't want it to be by anyone who's seen you in diapers"

You burst into laughter, "Oh god, you're right, yeah, that makes a lot of sense! But where are we going?"

"You'll see"

-

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The Match - Part 3

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s becoming extra horny around you in the office.

Word Count: 2,697

Warnings: still smut, boss x employee affair, unprotected sex everywhere, hints at misogyny???

A/N: And a mini series was born 😂 no but honestly, I didn’t expect for parts 1 and 2 of The Match to receive such amazing feedback 😭 I really enjoy reading everyone’s reaction to this series and trust me, all comments keep giving me ideas. Thank you all so much!!!!!!! 😘😘😘 and btw, this part isn’t their promotion “celebration” because that will have a chapter on its own. Long story short, that will be pure porn with no plot at all so stay tuned for that 😂

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

It’s been a rollercoaster ride since you matched with James— Bucky, on Tinder. Maybe not a literal rollercoaster ride but with how Bucky had you bouncing on his cock as he sat on the couch, or that one time he asked you to sit on his face inside his car, it was a ride nonetheless and an exhilarating one at that.

Despite your relationship with him, the both of you surprisingly managed to keep things professional when there was work involved. Of course there were times when quickies in the office took place, given that Bucky was fucking insatiable (let’s all admit it, so were you). Work was work and you excelled at being the head of your department, but once office hours are over, you excelled more at giving Bucky head.

Oftentimes you found yourself worrying about getting caught. You’ve always been careful but lately, Bucky seemed to be slipping up. He just couldn’t seem to get his hands off of you and he was becoming more and more obvious. You were pretty good at being discreet but sometimes, it was hard not to react to Bucky when he would look at you with a naughty glint in his eyes, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you present. He’d tilt his head sometimes as he looked at you, lifting a brow as he smirked whenever he was impressed.

You ended up stuttering when he gave you that look one time. It was proud and it made your chest swell and your pussy throb. He rewarded you that night in his office by making you cum on his face twice.

That look was going to be the death of you and he was giving it to you now as you entered the conference room for the monthly mancom meeting. Bucky eyed you as you went around the desk, lifting a brow and pulling the empty chair next to him, commanding you to sit beside him without having to say a word.

You cleared your throat and pulled the chair, noticing how Bucky eyed your ass before you sat down.

“Is everyone here?” He asked after ogling your backside for a good five seconds.

All the department heads affirmed their attendance and soon enough, the meeting began with the HR manager reporting first. Lights were shut off and as soon as the report was projected onto the wall, Bucky began his little game. You were paying attention to the slides being presented until you felt Bucky’s foot nudge your ankle, hooking around it to slightly open up your legs.

You side-eyed him and subtly shook your head. He had never done this in public, at least, not during meetings. So you weren’t sure why he was being so frisky now, placing a hand on your thigh. You grabbed his hand and moved it away gently before slightly moving your seat away from Bucky, crossing your legs in the process.

“What do you think Mister Barnes?” The HR manager asked.

All heads turned towards Bucky, who obviously wasn’t paying attention provided that his hand was trying to sneak back onto your thigh. He cleared his throat and straightened up on his seat, fixing his tie before pursing his lips.

“I’m sorry, can you please repeat that?” He asked and you fought the urge to snort.

“I was wondering if we can hold another seminar about workplace etiquette.” She said.

Bucky hummed, “Do we have problematic employees?” He asked curiously.

The HR manager sighed, a blush creeping up to her face. “There have been rumors going around the office about employees engaging in...lewd acts within the workplace. I thought that we should revisit the topic about workplace code of ethics.” She explained.

You ended up in a coughing fit, quickly apologizing and reasoning out that you were having allergies today. Bucky tensed in his seat but managed to remain calm. He stole a quick glance at you before turning back to the HR manager.

“And have we identified these employees?” He asked, rubbing a hand on his chin. A nervous habit of his, you noticed.

This was what you have been worrying about! Bucky has been fucking you around the office and now everyone was catching on to it. And although you wanted to blame Bucky for this, you knew you were just as much to blame. Damn you and your hormones!

The HR manager shook her head, much to your and Bucky’s relief. “No sir, but some employees have been noticing and hearing things, especially after office hours. Janet for instance, filed a report last week about hearing hushed whispers from the pantry, followed by the creaking sound of the table. The following day, shards of someone’s mug were found in the trash. There was an assumption that there might be employees behaving inappropriately.”

“Oh my god, I’m close. Bucky I’m—“

Bucky’s hand clamped around your mouth as he shushed you, hearing footsteps approach the pantry. You stilled as you nervously watched shadows move beneath the door, but of course, this didn’t stop Bucky from snapping his hips against yours.

His thrusts were slow and languid, but he slammed back in with such force that made the pantry table scratch against the floor. Once the footsteps faded, Bucky wasted no time to get back to fucking you. He lifted your legs up and rested the back of your ankles against his shoulders, slightly bending down over you so he can angle his cock to perfectly hit that one sweet spot.

A single, powerful thrust sent you reeling, your hands finding purchase on the sides of the table.

“Cum, baby. Cum.” Bucky growled.

Another thrust made you gasp out loud, feeling the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against your cervix. One hand reached for his bicep, your nails digging into his dress shirt while the other reached back for the edge of the table only to knock off the mug resting on top.

You made a face when you heard it crash against the floor. The mug was soon forgotten when Bucky leaned down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hand reached down to rub your clit.

You wiped the sweat on your forehead upon remembering that incident. Fucking Janet just had to file a report. It was after office hours, for fuck’s sake! Who cares what employees do after their shift?!

“I see.” Bucky responded, fixing his suit. “Okay. I approve of the seminar. Who’s next?” He asked, quickly changing the topic as if it was no big deal.

The head of the Finance department began with his presentation and just like that, Bucky returned his hand on top of your thigh, prying your legs open. You turned to him with a look of disbelief on your face. He was acting as if there wasn’t any close call earlier. You couldn’t believe this man, sure he was hot as hell, but you weren’t giving in to him. Not today, not when the both of you were almost caught.

The entire mancom meeting was pretty eventful, with Bucky teasing your legs with his hand despite your half-hearted protests. You hated how Bucky was able to familiarize himself with your body and how it reacted to him. Your eyes might be saying no but with how your legs eventually spread on their own, Bucky knew you were desperate for him too.

-

It was an hour past your shift when you received an e-mail from Bucky with the subject being “Report”. Thinking it was one his follow-up e-mails (Bucky is an impatient man when it comes to the submission of reports and you weren’t an exception) you opened it immediately and choked on your spit when a photo of his dick showed up on your desktop. You started clicking around in an attempt to close his e-mail, but instead of hitting the “x” button, you ended up maximizing the window instead.

“Jesus fucking christ!” You cursed and covered your monitor with your hands as you frantically looked around the office.

It was like a fucking jump scare, like one of those computer pranks asking you to concentrate on a dot before a scary photo would pop out. Except that it was Bucky’s dick that appeared. A dick scare.

Fortunately, you were the only one left in your area since pretty much everyone else scrambled out of the office as soon as work hours were over. It was a Friday after all.

You sighed in relief and quickly scrolled down to see the message beneath the photo of Bucky’s dick.

Need you in my office in ten.

P.S. Bring the report I asked from you the other day.

Best,

Bucky Barnes

Who sends an unsolicited dick pic through e-mail followed by a work reminder? And the signature? It was the cherry on top. Bucky Barnes was something else. Sweet jesus, you really couldn’t believe this man.

Grabbing your report, you marched your way to the elevator and headed up to Bucky’s office. Seeing that his floor was empty, you didn’t even bother knocking on his door and simply barged in.

“I can’t belie— what the fuck?” You called out when you were welcomed with the sight of Bucky leaning back on his chair, his cock out for the world to see as he gently stroked it.

“Need your pretty mouth around my cock, baby.” Bucky cooed with half-lidded eyes.

You huffed out a humorless laugh and shook your head, “I’m not sucking your cock, Bucky.” You refused and walked over to his table, slamming your report on top of it before walking away, but not before stealing another look at his majestic cock.

“Are you mad?” Bucky asked but he was smirking with amusement. He was giving you that look again but you were having none of it tonight.

You stood in front of his desk, keeping a safe distance away from him. Crossing your arms over your chest, you scowled at Bucky and tried your best not to let your eyes fall down to his cock again. Which by the way, he continued to stroke.

“For someone as smart as you, I can’t believe you’re so fucking dense.” You said with irritation when Bucky didn’t seem to understand why you were agitated.

He licked his lips, bucking up his hips when he squeezed the base of his cock. Bucky let out a delicious grunt as he continued to stroke himself. As much as you were salivating at the sight of Bucky’s cock— tip red and swollen, begging to be sucked— you didn’t want to give in.

“You’re fucking priceless, James.” You said, exasperated and turned around, heading towards the door.

You were about to reach onto the door knob when you heard the sound of a zipper followed by the wheels of Bucky’s chair screeching against the floor before a pair of hands grabbed at your waist. Turning you around, you were met with Bucky’s worried face.

“Shit, you’re really mad. Talk to me?” He pleaded, eyes apologetic as he took a step back, urging you to speak up.

“You might want to take a seat because I’ve got quite a list.” You said.

Bucky obeyed and returned to his chair immediately, sitting upright as he looked at you with doe eyes. If you weren’t so mad, you would’ve melted at the sight of him like that. And the Bucky Barnes? The CEO? Obeying you like a good little boy? Huh, what an interesting concept. You mentally took note of a certain kink that you might enjoy. But for now, you were mad at him and you were going to make him understand why.

“Number one, I don’t particularly enjoy it when you tease me in front of everyone else. We talked about staying professional when there’s work involved and what you did during the mancom was definitely not professional.” You told him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back not when your ass looked so fuckin’ tight in that skirt of yours. Can you blame me?” Bucky almost whined.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. I’m not yet done.” You reminded him and went over your second point.

“Number two, we almost got caught to the point of the HR deciding to hold a seminar on workplace ethics! Do you know how awkward it would be for me to sit there and listen to scenarios about office misconduct? Most of which we’ve probably done. I’d sweat like a whore in church!” You hissed.

Which scenarios could that be? Fucking inside the janitor’s supply closet? Check. Doing the nasty in one of the bathroom cubicles? Check that twice. Giving a blowjob beside the fax machine during lunch break? Triple check that shit.

“And oh, you sent me a dick pic using your work e-mail! You do know that the IT can access our computers right? Almost gave me a heart attack when it flashed on my monitor.” You asked in a huff.

Bucky snickered, “Are you forgetting that I’m the CEO? Baby, I can easily clean up our mess.” He reassured and stood up, approaching you.

You shook your head, “That’s exactly the point, Bucky. You are the CEO and I’m an employee. You may not understand it but I’m scared. If we get caught, it’s over for me. Whether you have it cleaned up or not, I’d still be the one at risk here. You’ll never be in the same position as I am. People won’t call you names if we get caught. No matter what happens, I’d always get the short end of the stick.”

You didn’t mean to be all serious, talking about the possible misogynistic outcome of your relationship with Bucky. As much as you enjoyed it, it still scared the living daylights out of you. Some were already spreading rumors about your promotion, getting caught would only add fuel to the fire.

Bucky sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry. I didn’t try to understand where you were coming from.” He genuinely apologized.

“If it scares you that much, then let’s make it official.”

You deadpanned at him, “Make what official, Bucky?” You asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Bucky shrugged and motioned his hand between the both of you, “This...us.” He simply said.

You scoffed, “Tell the entire office that we’re fucking every chance we get? Are you out of your mind?”

Bucky ran a hand through his cropped hair, “Not like that. Look, we’ve been at it for what? Two? Three months now? We might as well make this into an official relationship.”

You blushed at Bucky’s suggestion. Sure, you practically jumped at the opportunity to fuck your boss when he asked you. But were you an easy bitch in general? Of course not, even with how thirsty you were for him, you still had a little bit of appreciation for the old-fashioned ways.

Pushing Bucky’s chest away, you shook your head at him. “That’s now how relationships work, Bucky. You can’t fuck your way into my heart.”

Bucky laughed and bit his lip, “Fine. Then I’ll do it properly.” He said so easily you were starting to wonder whether he was fucking with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, “I don’t believe you.” You said.

“You will, baby. I’ll make sure of that. We’ll do it old-school.” He said, caressing your cheek.

You were caught off guard but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Bucky had been an amazing lover and in the past months you’ve fucked, he treated you with respect and took good care of you. He brought you dinner, drove you home and texted you good night. Sometimes he’d text you during the weekends too.

“Old-school it is then.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal but oh, it was a big deal.

Bucky nodded with a grin, “Okay. But...” he trailed, his smile turning upside down in deep thought.

“Does that mean we’d stop fucking each other for the mean time?” He asked.

You snickered, “I said you can’t fuck your way into my heart, not my pussy. So sit down and let me suck your cock.”

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The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities. 

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her. 

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.  

“Who is that?” He had asked. 

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”  

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that. 

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.   

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles. 

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay. 

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.” 

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room. 

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.” 

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.” 

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.  

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.” 

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.  

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly. 

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that? 

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.” 

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly. 

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him. 

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking. 

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I  just know stuff sometimes too.” 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”  

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much. 

-------------------------------------------------------------------- 

When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous. 

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could. 

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.” 

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides. 

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.” 

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.  

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging. 

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks. 

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless. 

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes. 

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.” 

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.” 

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board. 

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that. 

“Thank you.” You say, softly. 

“What for?” Spencer asks. 

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.” 

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him. 

What? 

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 After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea. 

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.” 

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” 

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”   

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true. 

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you. 

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in. 

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it. 

“If I have the time.” You shrug. 

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.” 

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”   

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man. 

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.” 

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.” 

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you. 

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock. 

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 After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast. 

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you. 

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break. 

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame. 

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?” 

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.” 

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. 

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking. 

“And why’s that?” He says. 

“You’re already weak.” You say. 

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.”  He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you. 

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?”  He asks. 

“N-No, sir.” You stutter. 

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you. 

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.” 

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge. 

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly. 

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out.  Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw. 

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?”  He asks. 

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.  

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place. 

“P-Please.” you stutter. 

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more. 

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together. 

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name. 

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you. 

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?” 

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.” 

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.” 

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask. 

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.” 

“Like me?” 

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.” 

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say. 

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles. 

“So….?” 

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?” 

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”    

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I’ll prove you wrong

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~5.7k

Warnings: lying, fluff, it’s kinda funny if you ask me

Summary: You take a liking to the newest Avenger, but your other teammates aren’t going to make things easy for you… and neither is she.

Author’s note: This is highly inspired by that one Big Time Rush episode. Enjoy!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yourtaletotell enjoy your day bonita <3

“My oh my, who’s that?”

“Why? Someone’s got a new crush?” Nat teased as your eyes followed the group of people who just entered the compound.

You recognized most of them, being SHIELD agents you’ve worked with before, except for two people.

“That is Pietro,” Steve explained, gesturing towards the boy, “he was experimented on by Hydra an-”

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you interrupted the man, “don't get me wrong, he’s cute and all, but who is… she?”

The brunette caught your attention almost immediately. She was stunning, with her dark brown hair flowing down her shoulders, long black socks that came up to her knees, and the black eyeliner making the green of her eyes pop, even from a distance.

If someone said she was walking in slow motion, you wouldn’t have doubted them. It was like a scene right out from a movie. The confidence with which she moved, the power she exuded, you were in a trance.

“That’s Wanda, she’s… dangerous,” Nat warned.

“Dangerously beautiful,” you added.

A hand hit the back of your head, breaking your staring.

“Ouch, what was that for?” You dramatically soothed the area of impact, although it didn’t really hurt.

“I’m serious,” the woman’s tone changed, “she can mess with your mind.”

“Oh, don’t worry, she already is.” You added playfully, earning an eye roll from Nat.

Unfortunately that little distraction made you lose sight of the girl. Your eyes scanned the foyer, but the group had already disappeared inside the building. You cursed yourself for slipping and turned towards the door. Whoever she was, you had to talk to her.

“Oh great, here we go again.”

“Going where Cap?” You played dumb before running inside.

It wasn’t news to anyone that you had a flirtatious nature. A really blunt flirtatious nature. Not one to hide your attraction towards someone else, or what the team called ‘a lack of filter’, it was common for you to slip compliments, or simply dirty remarks, on the most inappropriate of times.

When you first joined the team it became almost a hobby of yours. Since most of them didn’t have much going on in their romantic lives, it was a shock to have someone like you around. You certainly didn’t make it any easier, since instead of starting with subtle comments, you hit Steve first with a “Looking good Steve, I bet those muscles come in handy in bed” once he joined everyone for lunch after a morning workout. The reactions were priceless, filled with fake, and some not so fake, coughs and wide eyes.

After that episode, those remarks became routine, and you got the best responses. Your favourite being the one time Natasha fell off of the training ring when you said something about enjoying being wrapped around her legs.

As time passed they got used to it, sometimes they even tried to turn the tables on you. The reactions weren’t as natural and dramatic anymore, but you still enjoyed messing with them. However, new meat was your favourite to tease, specially the ones who look like they could put up a fight. And that girl, with all that confidence and power she exuded only by walking, scaring even THE Natasha Romanoff,… she could put up a fight.

Oh, you didn’t know just how right you were.

For the rest of the afternoon you didn’t get the chance to talk to Wanda. Every time you asked, Tony came at you with some bureaucratic answer you weren’t interested in hearing or Steve would blame SHIELD for holding her at some meeting.

You were very well aware that those were just fake excuses to keep you away from her, if it was for her sake or your own, you didn’t know. The questioning became more of an amusement since it seemed to bother everyone so much rather than an actual need to learn about the girl. She was joining the team after all, you’d have to talk to her at some point and they couldn’t stop it.

As of right now, your teammates were practically babysitting you. At least one of them had to have their eyes on you at any given time, and it was starting to piss you off. So, when you saw a chance to sneak past them, the sun almost set outside, you didn't hesitate in doing it.

Luck kept you from bumping into anyone on your way, even though you had no intention of doing anything other than going to your room and watching a movie. Of course, you were excited about that new Wanda girl, but you weren’t obsessing about her yet. You’ve never even exchanged words, those guys were just making too much of a fuss out of it. Plus, it seemed like she could take care of herself.

Destiny seemed to be playing a wicked game when you, while walking past several of your fellow friend’s rooms, came across a particularly interesting one. The room across from your own actually.

That door hadn’t been unlocked since you joined the team, you and Peter sometimes theorized it might contain some secret weapon Stark had to store somewhere, or maybe some icky insects Banner would study. And now, it was wide open.

The lack of weapons or cockroaches was rather disappointing, but the sight inside totally made up for it.

There she was.

She looked softer than you had expected. The sunlight came in from the widow as she was sitting in the middle of a mostly empty room, looking through one of the only two boxes in sight.

You leaned on the doorframe and quietly watched her for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“I used to love studying Greek Mythology when I was younger,” the suddenness of your words startled her, causing her to jump up, “but I feel like I might’ve missed a class or two, ‘cause I don’t remember seeing any Goddess of beauty, and yet there’s one standing right in front of me.”

Your words caused an effect on her, but it most certainly was not what you expected. You had anticipated some flirting, a snarky comeback, maybe even an eye roll, you were prepared to deal with those. On the other hand, you weren’t prepared to deal with the shy and, you’d risk saying, flustered girl before you.

Her gaze fell to the ground, and you noticed a small smile appearing on her lips and her cheeks reddening before her face was covered by her hair. The way she started to fidget with the rings on her fingers didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Aphrodite,” she mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Sorry?”

“Aphrodite was… the Goddess of beauty,” her eyes were still trained down.

“My bad,” you tried to get her to look at you, “I guess her beauty just doesn’t compare.”

Deciding you had made the impression you wanted, you left without another word, you’d have time to properly introduce yourself later.

You had barely walked into your closet when your attention was caught by your door being flung open. An exasperated Nat was standing in the middle of the room. Once her eyes fell on you, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh you’re here,” her expression turned inquisitive, “what did you do?”

“Uhm… I came to my room,” you played dumb, “then I walked into my closet-”

“Nothing inappropriate?”

“Nope,” if she were to get the answer she wanted she’d have to ask better questions, after all, this wasn’t a lie, but it also hid your interaction with the new brunette quite well.

“Okay, good.”

“I was about to take a shower though,” you spoke up when she showed no intent of leaving, “do you want to join me since you can’t take your eyes off of me?” You teased earning a glare from the woman.

Scared of what she would do if you pissed her off any further, you stepped into the bathroom.

You met Pietro the next morning.

Quietly sipping from the mug you had in hands while in the surprisingly empty kitchen, you saw the boy walk by, seemingly lost, and decided to play a little.

“Well, it seems like you’ve got some good DNA running in your family, don’t ya?” It took him a few seconds to process your words, the grin you had only growing.

Once he pushed the sleep aside, a smirk appeared on his lips, leaving you slightly startled. You had expected from him the same reaction you’d gotten from her the day before.

“If you like what you see, then maybe you could tell me your name so I can ask you out on a date, I assure you you’ll be completely swoon by the end of the night.” His statement didn’t faze you, not how he wished it had.

Nonetheless you took the opportunity to introduce yourself, and he did the same.

“As for the date, I hate to tell you, pretty boy, but you’re not my type.” His confidence clearly wasn’t bothered, but he did seem curious.

“If it’s not me, then who is it?” He raised an eyebrow challengingly.

At that exact moment your eyes caught Wanda approaching the kitchen, she wasn’t close enough to listen to the conversation, but she could still see you staring.

“She is,” you signed with a tilt of your head in her direction.

Pietro hastily turned, and, when his eyes fell back on you, a mischievous grin took place on his lips.

“I see, oh sister,” he called loudly, stretching the vows and catching the girl’s attention, “it seems like you have a secret admirer.” It was a cute attempt at embarrassing you for turning him down earlier.

“Who, Y/N?” Tony, who had just walked through the kitchen doors, joined in, not giving Wanda any time to respond. “Don’t be so surprised, she not-so-secretly admires every human that breathes.”

Pietro’s smile faltered slightly.

“Not all humans, just the ones who are worth it,” you turned to the shy girl still standing on the doorway, “and she’s definitely worth it.”

“Yes, yes Romeo,” the man teased, rolling his eyes, “now c’mon, I need some help with the new security system,” he urged you, already leaving the kitchen and you didn’t waste any time in following him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said as you passed Wanda, who hadn’t moved from her spot.

You followed Tony through the compound, your thoughts wandering about the unexpectedly shy nature Wanda had, and how it didn’t match the way the others seemed wary about her. You took a mental note of asking them about the comment Nat had made about her being able to get into your mind.

“What do you need, Goatee?” You spoke up once you reached his lab.

“Say what you will about it, but it does look good,” he said, admiring his own reflection on one of his suits before turning back to you, “alright, I’ve spent the last few days installing the new system now I just need it to be tested, so… do your thing,” he said gesturing towards the main computer.

You stood before it, leading your hands to lay over the keyboard. In an instant you could feel as your whole body connected to all the technological devices that were linked to the compound, your eyes shining a faint blue color. The connection your powers gave you to technology was amazing, you could sense every working machine in the area, you could even access electronics with wireless connections.

As your brain processed the flood of information, you tried to focus solely on the new system Tony wanted you to check for him. Despite you being able to access it, someone without your powers shouldn’t, and you had to make sure that was true.

Everything seemed to check out, except for a specific camera in the kitchen. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t give that one special attention since it gave you a perfect image of Wanda, because that’s exactly what you did. Good thing you did it, since it enabled you to catch some faltering in the power source every time someone used the microwave.

You took your hands from the keyboard, letting your brain focus back on your present location.

“The kitchen camera,” you told the man, “something with the microwave happened only for a split second but it’s worth checking out.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope, it’s really good by the way.”

He nodded, taking a small note of your feedback. You stood there in silence as his eyes fell back on you, analyzing you, your body language, whilst in deep thought. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but it was unusual.

“Can I go?” You asked, trying to break him off of his trance, it didn’t quite work.

“There’s something different about you,” it wasn’t a question, which confused you.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know,” he pondered his next words, “when you flirted with Wanda earlier you weren’t dirty or inappropriate.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And…?”

“I don’t know, it was just… unlike you.” You laughed at his words. “You did it yesterday too.” That piqued your interest.

“What?”

“I was programming some of the cameras and I saw you talking to her.”

“Okay…,” his confession didn’t make you embarrassed from being caught, just confused by the way he was interpreting it.

“I’m sorry, don’t mind me, you can go now.”

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, you left without another word.

Throughout the next few days, Wanda grew accustomed to your constant flirting, slowly losing that shy nature from when you first met.

“You two are getting close,” you felt the cushion dip beside you on the couch, and turned to find Sam making himself comfortable to watch the movie playing on the TV.

Wanda had just left the room, causing you to grow suspicious of his sudden appearance.

“Me and Wanda?” He nodded. “That’s good isn’t it? I mean, she does live here after all, it’d be weird if we didn’t.” You mocked.

“Yeah, well, you aren’t a particularly easy person to get close to,” he shot back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your whole attention now on the man.

“You seem to lack some filters, which tends to surprise people that don’t know you,” his words didn’t affect you, he wasn’t wrong after all, and you never meant any harm so it was up to those people to learn how to deal with you on their own.

“It’s not like this is all news to her, she’s been here for a while now.”

“And you seem to have a particular interest in picking on her,” he teased.

“I have a particular interest in picking on everyone,” you argumented, not really sure where he was going with this.

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged it off, but you were now determined to get it out of him.

“Uh uh, we’re not dropping the subject, Stark did the same thing and this pisses me off, so explain.”

“You tease her twice as much as you do with the rest of us,” he started, “although the teasing is sweet rather than dirty. Also, ever since she arrived, you’ve been annoying the rest of us considerably less.”

“Are you saying you miss my teasing, Mr. rock-hard-abs?” You said playfully, as an attempt to disguise how his words had made you rethink your actions from the past couple of days.

“Of course, out of everything I said, that’s what you get,” he said, rolling his eyes and causing you both to laugh.

As the laughter died down you both fell into a comfortable silence, your mind retracing every memory you had from ever since Wanda arrived, trying to figure a pattern on the change in your behaviour. Sam’s voice ended up breaking you out of the searching.

“I think you like her.” He simply stated.

“Of course I like her, she’s nice, the same way I like the rest of the team, everyone’ nice and-”

“No no no,” he interrupted, “I think you have feelings for her, real feelings.”

You weren’t able to stifle the laugh that erupted on your chest.

“Me? Having real feelings for her? C’mon Sam, look at her, she’s shy and delicate, she’s powerful and intimidating, she’s hot and cute, she’s basically everything, I couldn’t… me and…,” you trailed off, well aware that your argument was of no help to defend the fact that you did not like Wanda.

Sam had an amused expression on his face, watching intently as your confidence on the matter faltered.

“As I said before, whatever you say,” he didn’t give you time to ask more questions as he left the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You still made a whole lot of flirty comments, that hadn’t changed, but, in retrospect, they were, in fact, fairly focused on Wanda. It was indeed much more fun flirting with her than with the others, they were used to it already and she wasn’t, so her reactions were much more natural.

There was Pietro though. He was also new, and yet your comments were rarely towards him.

Hours of overthinking later, you came to a final conclusion, and went to look for Sam, he was the one who enlightened you after all.

“Sam,” you exclaimed, bursting into his room, “I hate to admit it… but I think… that… you were right,” you mumbled, barely over a whisper.

“Sorry, what was that?” The smirk in his face accused him, he understood you, he just wanted to tease a little.

“I like Wanda,” you let out in a more coherent tone this time.

The way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt piqued his interest. You were scared, and he wasn’t used to seeing you scared, at least not when it came to something romantic-related.

“Okay,” he sounded cautious, sitting up in his bed and giving you his full attention, “what are you going to do?”

“Should I ask her out?” To be fair, you didn’t usually ask people out, you were so blunt with your flirting that people ended up asking you out instead.

But none of those people had ever caught your eyes so quickly as Wanda did. None of them were ever able to keep you interested as long as Wanda had.

“Do you want to ask her out?”

“I don’t know, I do… but also I don’t? I don’t usually do this.” You admitted.

“You don’t usually ask people out?” He asked with disbelief. “But you’re always flirting with everyone and every time you go out you come back with someone different.”

“But I never date them, it is never something serious, no feelings involved.” You explained.

“Damn, you’ve got it bad.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just walked towards his bed letting your body fall on the mattress, a loud grunt leaving your mouth.

“Just… help me out, okay?”

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” he laid beside you, “there’s no secret to this whole dating thing, if you both want it then you’ll make it work together.”

“But how do I let her know that I want it?”

“Tell her. Ask her out for coffee or something.”

“How do I… do that?” He laughed loudly, earning himself a slap on the arm from you.

“Say ‘Hey Wanda, would you like to go out for coffee with me sometime?’”

You shot him a raised eyebrow, but his smile was nothing but encouraging.

“Okay,” you jumped out of bed, “thanks Sam!” You said, making your way out of the room.

“Make sure she knows it’s a date though.” You heard him scream as you practically ran down the corridor.

You stood before Wanda’s door, rehearsing what you would say once you were face to face with her. You gently knocked and proceeded to enter the room. She was laying on her bed, several fairy lights spread across the floor, along with all her belongings who used to occupy the now empty shelves.

“You look tired,” you said, warning her of your presence, “is it because you’ve been running through my mind all day?”

She turned her face away from you, but couldn’t hide the way her body relaxed slightly at the sound of your voice.

“I wanted to ask you something,” she must have picked up on your hesitation as she sat up and gave you her full attention. “Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?” It came out with much more confidence than what you actually felt.

She laughed lightly, thinking it was another one of your flirty jokes.

“I don’t even like coffee.”

“A date, Wanda,” you clarified, “I’m asking you out on a date.” That’s when she noticed you were being serious, her shoulders tensing up. “You can say no,” you reassured when you noticed her hesitation.

“I- uhh- I… can’t,” she answered, screwing her eyes shut.

“You… can’t?” You had expected her to say no because she doesn’t want to. Since that’s not the case, then what could possibly stop her?

“Yeah, I can’t because… I have a boyfriend.” She hesitated slightly, like she didn’t want you to know that.

“A boyfriend?”

“Yes, a boyfriend,” she had regained her confidence.

“You never mentioned him before.”

“You never asked.”

“Touché,” an uncomfortable silence settled between you two.

While you didn’t know what to say, Wanda seemed to have a thousand things going on in her head.

“We can still be friends,” she finally said.

“Are you implying we haven’t been friends this whole time?” You joked, pretending to be dramatically offended, as an attempt to lighten the mood. You knew it worked when her laughter reached your ears.

“Shut up.”

“Come and shut it.” The words left your mouth before you could process it.

“Boyfriend.” She warned.

“Right, sorry,” you walked towards her, sitting by her side on the bed, “I’ll still keep my invitation to go out for coffee, and I raise it to an invitation to go out for ice cream,” you looked at her expectantly, “and if you say you also don’t like ice cream consider this friendship ended.”

“I… don’t… like-,” you didn’t give her time to finish as you started to walk out of the room, being stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your wrist, “wait, wait, I’m sorry, I like ice cream, I do.”

“Great, tomorrow afternoon then?”

“I’ve got training with Steve, but sure, I’ll try to sneak out earlier.”

“I’m flattered you’d do that for me.” You said making your way backwards towards the door.

“I’m doing it for the ice cream.”

“Sure.” You added as you turned around in the corridor, not giving her a chance to answer.

It hurt a little bit, but you took comfort in the fact that she might have given you a chance if she wasn’t with someone else. That thought lulled you to sleep.

You were hoping to avoid Sam and his questions at least for the day, but luck clearly wasn’t on your side.

“Making lunch?”

“Do I look like I can cook? Have I ever cooked for any of you before? Would you-”

“Okay, okay, I get, you’ve made your point.”

“Thank you.” You joked, turning to the pizza you were heating up in the microwave.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” he pointed out, “I assume everything worked fine yesterday?”

“We’re going out this afternoon.”

“See, I give awesome advice.” He gloated.

“She also has a boyfriend,” you added, “so… not that great advice.”

“I-,” he looked dumbfounded and you enjoyed every second of it, “she has a boyfriend?”

“She does.”

“Then why are you in such a good mood?”

“Because, if it wasn’t for her boyfriend, I’m confident she would’ve said yes to a date, and I guess that’s what counts.”

“Damn, you’re the only person who can find a good side to this.”

“It’s a talent,” you took a place on the kitchen table to eat your food.

After lunch you settled on the couch to watch a movie, being joined by Bucky and Bruce, while you waited for Wanda to finish training. It was highly effective to distract you for a while, Bucky’s jokes and Bruce’s complaints about scientific inaccuracies were sending you on an endless fit of laughter.

Unfortunately the moment was broken by Tony asking for your help. You followed him, once again, to the lab.

“You know what to do.” He simply said.

“Took you long enough.” It has been some time since you pointed out that simple problem in the security system, which should’ve taken him 20 minutes to solve, not several days.

“I thought of a new function I could add, so I had to take it all down and… you know how it is.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, turning your attention to the main computer, letting yourself be flooded by it.

Eyes shining a faint blue as you invaded every single electronic device in the premeses. There was audio as well in a few areas, it was different then last time and you assumed that’s the new function Tony had added. Why he needed to listen into your conversations was a question you had no idea how to answer, and, honestly, didn’t really want to.

Regardless you focused on the system’s weak spots, anything that would give a good enough hacker a breach to invade the compound. You gave special focus to the kitchen camera, waiting until someone used the microwave.

You saw Wanda and Pietro entering the kitchen. You were about to tell Tony everything was fine when a certain conversation piqued your interest.

“I can’t believe you said you have a boyfriend,” Pietro said as soon as they came into view.

“I panicked, okay?” She defended herself and he started to laugh loudly.

“How panicked do you have to be to tell the girl you like that you have a fake boyfriend?” She tried to slap him, but he managed to dodge it.

“I was scared, I didn’t know what to say.”

“But you like her, right?”

“Yes,” she admitted and your heart rate picked up the pace.

“Then why would you find an excuse to not go out with her?” It was like he took the words right out of your mouth.

“Because of everyone, they’re always saying that she is afraid of commitment, doesn’t do relationships, warning me she’ll break my heart and all-”

“Hey, breath,” he interrupted her rambling by putting his hands on her shoulders, “look, I’ve never been in a relationship, and neither have you, so my advice might not be worth much, but give this a try, learn with experience, and no matter what happens, I’m here for you.”

You let the image fade as you settled your senses back on Tony’s lab. You didn’t know how to feel; should you be mad at your friends for keeping her away from you?; should you be hopeful considering she does like you?

“So?” Tony’s voice interrupted you.

“Uhm, it’s-it’s fine, everything is working fine.” He gave you a knowing look, but decided not to dwell on whatever was going through his mind, which you were thankful for.

You made your way to the kitchen, thousands of questions occupying your thoughts, only to find that Pietro was no longer there.

“Hey,” Wanda looked at you as if she had seen a ghost.

“Hey? Just… hey?” You chuckled.

“Well, you have a boyfriend, and I’m respecting your boundaries, so yes, just hey,” if you were to prove to her you could be good with relationships, then you had to get her to admit the fake boyfriend story, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

“Right,” you relished on how disappointed she sounded.

“Shall we go then?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

You made sure to pay attention to every little action of yours, in an attempt to show Wanda you weren’t so bad with relationships as everyone has led her to believe. Was it opening the door for her, letting her choose the songs despite it being your car or paying for the ice cream, you did it all.

The only thing you didn’t do was flirt. It was hard to hold yourself back, especially when Wanda seemed to be making an extra effort to flirt with you, but you managed it. Her frustration every time you found a way around her compliments was so enjoyable.

“Here you go,” you said, handing the ice cream she ordered and sitting across from her.

“Thanks,” her eyes were studying you meticulously, “you’re different.”

“Different how?”

“The flirting, you stopped…”

“I told you, I’m respecting your boundaries,” you repeated what you had said earlier.

“Yeah, but you still flirt with Sam, and isn’t he and Bucky dating?” You stifled a laugh.

“I never asked him out, did I?”

“I guess.”

You could feel guilty for making her feel this way, blatantly throwing in her face how you’ve had a crush on her and never on everyone else, but you had to push her buttons until she admitted.

“So, this boyfriend of yours…,” you started the subject you were now eager to talk about, she, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited, “what’s his name?”

“Lucas.”

“Hmm, interesting, how did you guys meet?”

“He was the son of one of my parent’s friends.”

“Oh, so you go way back,” you said in fake surprise, “how long have you been together?”

“A year.”

“Long time, how’s he dealing with the long distance? Or at least I assume it’s long distance since you’ve been here for a few weeks and we have yet to meet this mystery guy.” You were practically challenging her and she didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“We’re working it out.” She started to get defensive.

“Good for you, so that-”

“What’s up with all this questioning?” She interrupted you, clearly annoyed, only causing you to grin wider.

“Oh, I don’t know, something seems off,” you looked her dead in the eyes, a playful grin on your lips, “like he’s not real or-”

“He’s real,” she interrupted again, her words coming out louder than usual.

As if on cue, her phone went off and she quickly excused herself to answer it.

Oh you were having so much fun with this. It still hurt a little that Wanda would be scared of being in a relationship with you due to rumors and gossip, but messing with her almost made up for it.

“Was it your fake boyfriend? Was he calling you to say that he loves you so much?” You mocked when she reached the table again.

“Actually, it was him,” oh, the lie, you couldn’t help but feel surprised, “and he called me to say he’s coming to town,” you were sure your eyes were wide at this point.

“I guess I’ll have a chance to meet him then,” you managed to say, now curious about how she’d find her way around this.

“I guess you will.”

“I’ll be able to see him, right? Just so I know if I should start training my acting skills to pretend he’s actually there,” Wanda rolled her eyes and tried to play it cool, but you could tell she was nervous as she played with the rings on her fingers and avoided your gaze.

For the next few days you teased Wanda relentlessly about her boyfriend, and him not being real, but you didn’t get the response you hoped. Instead of giving in and admitting to the lie, she only got more defensive about him.

You couldn’t wait for the day said “boyfriend” would come to visit, and you most definitely did not expect the events that followed it.

You were in the living room with Pietro watching a movie, Wanda had gone out to pick up her boyfriend at the airport. It was too much, if anyone asked you, she could’ve just told you the truth and saved herself the effort of going out and spending that time away just to get you off her track. You were, although, curious about what explanation she would give once she came back to the compound alone.

Except that she didn’t come back alone.

She was being followed by a tall boy, dark black hair, brown eyes, muscular. Jealousy pricked at you, despite your confusion as to the situation you found yourself in. You were sure Wanda didn’t have a boyfriend, you were sure she liked you, so who is he? And why is he here?

“Hi, you must be the boyfriend,” you approached them animatedly, raising your hand for him to shake.

“Yes, I’m Luke,” AHA, “and-” he was interrupted by Wanda’s hand hitting the back of his head.

She glared at him and she could’ve killed him then and there if she wanted to.

“Luka?” He sent the girl a questioning glance, you just couldn’t keep yourself from smirking.

“Lucas,” the both of you told him and he sent her an apologetic look, while she just seemed utterly annoyed.

“Right, sorry,” the poor boy mumbled.

“You’re the worst,” Wanda added.

“Okay so are we done with the boyfriend thing?” Pietro said before an uncomfortable silence settled between the three of you.

“Yes,” Wanda answered with irritation.

“Thank you sister,” he turned to the boy, “Victor, good to see you my man, how have you been?” They embraced each other in a hug while you and Wanda just stared at each other.

Pietro took notice.

“Maybe we should go,” he said to Victor, pulling him by his forearm and whispering a “good luck” when he passed by you.

You stood in silence, studying each other for a few seconds, before you broke contact and moved to sit back on the couch, leaving Wanda with a confused expression.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?”

“You lied,” you simply stated.

“I did.”

“But you still like me.”

“I do.”

“And you lied because you don’t think I’d be good with relationships,” she looked surprised from being called out so bluntly.

“I-”

“Let me prove them wrong,” you said, stopping her from saying anything.

“Prove who wrong?” You got up from the couch and walked towards her.

“Everyone,” you placed a hand on her waist, “everyone that’s spreading these rumors.”

You searched her eyes for any hesitation, but found nothing. Her pulling you closer till your faces were inches from each other only encouraged you more.

“Go on a date with me.”

“Okay.”

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