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hotreadingwitch · 3 months

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Hello, this is my first time asking a request.

I was thinking of maybe a modern au of Daemon x Reader you have the free reign of what business he’s rich in. He can be in the Targaryen dynasty or he chose independent because he loves freedom.

Reader can be fresh graduate or a current employee of his company and they just argue a lot be he likes her secretly. 😏

Hello! Here's my take on this lovely request! I hope you enjoyyy

Daemon x Reader - Pay for It (Modern AU)

Content Warnings/Kinks: mentions of workplace harassment, imbalance of power (the employee/boss dynamic is definitely played with), degradation, praise kink, spanking, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum swallowing penetrative vaginal sex

Pay for It

“Sir?” Y/n’s voice echoed through the empty office.

She’d received the invitation to attend the after-work social from her boss but found not a soul at the location. Gripping her purse tightly she walked cautiously to her boss’s office, knocking on the door and opening it when she heard a small grunt.

“Mr.Targaryen, hi” she greeted him, pasting on a superficial smile, taking in his perfectly tailored suit and swooping, brown hair.

“Ms. Y/l/n” his voice was so cold that she shivered.

“Where is everyone?”

“Out at the bars, I suspect” he responded cooly, “It is a Friday night after all”

“Sir?” She questioned, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand”

“I’m sure you do Y/n” his grin was cruel, “Go on love, give it a good think...”

“Did you send a fake invitation just so you could be alone with me?” She backed up as she spoke, “You know I think that’s violating HR protocol…”

“Violating protocol” Daemon’s laugh was cold and humourless, “Tell me Ms.Y/l/n, how long did you think you could steal information from my company as a spy for Greens Inc?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…sir”

“Oh sure” he scoffed, cockily, “And I’m assuming you don’t know anything about the files that have been missing from my computer either”

Her doe eyes turned deadly, “We’ll destroy you from the inside out, just you wait and see…”

She strutted back toward the door, stopping in her tracks as strong arms caged her from behind.

“Otto Hightower’s a smart man but clearly not smart enough if he chose you to do his bidding” Daemon sneered.

Gulping down the lump in her throat, she faced him, inserting boldly, "I’ve taken more than you know”

“The only thing you’re going to be taking tonight is my cock in your mouth”

The small whimper that slipped from her mouth at the thought, betrayed her true feelings.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He circled around her like a vulture before smirking, “You like it when I degrade you? When I abuse my power over you? I’ve seen it Y/n, every single day that you’ve pretended to work here, you practically melt when I’m critical and when I yell at your co-workers…Is that why you’ve stayed so long here pretending to steal my secrets?”

“No” she lied badly, wincing at how unconvincing she sounded.

“Sure…”

“You can’t make me” she jutted out her chin.

“I wouldn’t but you know what I think Y/n? I think you you’ll do exactly what I say, exactly when I say it anyway. So get on your knees love and show me just how sorry you are,” His finger traced her jaw tilting her defiant face up toward him, “You be good for me tonight and I might just let you pay for your little mistake with your body”

Y/n couldn’t deny anything that Daemon had said. It was true that she wanted him, if anything, she felt her need for him was even more desperate than he knew. Since she’d first laid eyes on him she knew she had to have him, in any way possible, even if Greens Inc. would punish her for switching sides. When she sunk to her knees, Daemon smiled like he’d won.

“That’s it, good girl” his praise made wetness begin to build between her thighs, “Show me how bad you’ve been wanting me…”

She opened her mouth wide, letting him admire her obedience before beginning. Her tongue traced up and down the length of his shaft, licking and tracing the veins in his hard flesh. He didn’t once take his piercing gaze off of her as she bobbed up and down, one of her hands gripped around the base of his shaft as she moved slowly up and down, teasing him.

“Yes—fuck yes,” he said roughly, his voice tight.

His grip in her hair was tight but the pressure on her head was light as if he was allowing her to do with him as she pleased. Bobbing and bobbing she satisfied him. Every time she came up off of him a thin trail of saliva connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. She smiled to herself when she noticed that the wetter, the messier she got, the more Daemon groaned. Soon, his moans were practically becoming low growls, desperate and dark sounds that reverberated throughout his glassy, modern office.

"So fucking good for me love” he grunted, “Yes, keep going for me, faster”

She complied, speeding up her pace, matching Daemon’s need as his hips rutted his long cock into her mouth and hand. He wanted her to pay with her body, well, she was certainly starting with her mouth.

“Fuck” he strained, cumming down her throat. She sucked tightly around him, pulling her mouth up off of him slowly, taking every drop he had to offer.

When she finally flicked her gaze back up to him she was almost startled by the intensity of his gaze. She knew that look, she’d seen it on other men before, and she certainly knew what it meant for her now.

Y/n stood before pressing her chest to his, running her hands up his back, making him shiver. She leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on the corner of his mouth. That was all he needed before beginning to devour her. Daemon’s kisses were wild with desire, his fierce lust making her melt in his rough palms. She bit down on his lip, tugging at it causing him to groan into her mouth, deepening their kiss. Pushing her back towards the desk, both their need was palpable.

“I just need a little, just a taste—“ he practically whimpered as they moved back into the office towards his large desk.

“So desperate for me huh?” she teased, though out of breath herself “What happened to that fiery anger of yours?”

He groaned into the crook of her neck, making her skin pebble with goosebumps, “Tell me that you want it…I know you do but I want to hear you say it like the good little slut that you are”

“I want you to fuck me with your mouth” she broke away from his kisses to make eye contact as she said it, sliding her ass onto the edge of his desk.

“Good fucking girl” he praised, sitting in the office chair directly in front of her.

She took her panties off, sliding them down her legs, leaving her short skirt on but spreading her legs wide enough so that he could see just how wet she was for him.

Daemon ran his hands through his hair, seemingly overwhelmed by the sight of her. A second later, he began peppering kisses along her inner thighs, stopping before he reached her wet cunt.

“Where do you want it? Tell me what you like” He asked between kisses.

“My clit” she begged, “please”

His tongue settled immediately exactly where she wanted him, not bothering with anything else.

She whimpered in response, her body writhed as he began to satisfy the throbbing need between her legs.

“Fuck you’re good,” she moaned at the initial feeling of his gentle, flicking tongue on her.

Her back arched upward as his tongue slid up and down, lapping at her with an ease and skill that only came from practice. She felt as if all the tension in her body was beginning to loosen, pouring out of her like warm honey. Her desperation was growing with each lazy flick of his tongue.

“Daemon…” she whimpered, gripping her hands in his silvery hair.

“Yeah I know love” he spanked her thigh harshly, “Such a good little slut”

Gripping her thighs, he pulled her closer to his mouth, devouring her with every wet movement of his tongue. Her clit throbbed as he sucked the skin around it, covering it with his whole mouth, each motion going upwards. The sensation began to spread, from her clit to her lips to her stomach and thighs until her entire body was practically on fire.

“Fuck” she cried out as the feeling came closer and closer, “I’m gonna—I’m—ohh”

Her heart beat faster and faster as his mouth hummed on her, licking her like he needed her taste coating his tongue to live, to breathe. Y/n’s open, moaning mouth went dry as the feeling surged through her body. She shivered, holding onto him for dear life, as the waves of her orgasm lulled inside her.

After, Daemon’s cum-slick lips found hers. He kissed her, making her taste herself on his tongue, the sour taste causing her to moan into his mouth. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist before flipping her over so that her chest was pressed on the fancy desk. Daemon palmed her ass before slowly unzipping her skirt and sliding down her legs so that she was finally bare from the waist down.

“You want it?”

“Yes, Daemon please” she begged.

His tip pressed against her entrance, “You’re sure love?”

“Yes”

He spread her lips with his fingers as he slid into her. Instantly she moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into her, overwhelmed by how perfectly he fit inside her. The curve of his shaft slid along her soaking-wet walls with ease while his tip rutted right against her g-spot. Twisting backward, her eyes flicked up to his, taking in his reddened lips and the way his eyes were scrunched closed as if the feelings of pleasure were too much for him as well. As Daemon thrust, Y/n’s insides sparked to life, the pleasure igniting within her.

“You’re taking it so well love” he praised as he thrust in and out of her, “Such a good fucking whore for me”

“Fuck…” she whined, his words turning her on even more.

SMACK. She cried out as his palm landed on her bare ass.

“Do you like it when I’m mean to you darling? When I punish you for being bad?” He questioned, his tone innocent despite his words.

SMACK. Another spank made her skin tingle with the painful sensation

“Shit…Daemon” Y/n whimpered.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

One of his hands slunk down her front, his fingers meeting her sensitive clit, making her press back onto him even more. Her cunt tightened around him as he swirled his fingers around and around her clit.

“Fuck—“ she gasped at the feeling of her clit being pleased paired with how deep he was inside of her.

In and out, Daemon refused to slow his powerful pace, each thrust both hard and deep. The result was an onslaught of sensations that engulfed Y/n’s entire body with pure feeling. From her pulsing clit to her shaking legs, she was completely overwhelmed. As they continued, one of his hands gripping her hair so tightly that her back arched, Y/n’s skin flushed becoming hot to the touch. She was literally burning up for him.

“Please, give it to me Daemon, fuck” she moaned, her body shivering with satisfaction.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Daemon’s relentless spanks made her ass sore but the feeling of pleasure that ran through her body each time made the punishment feel more like a reward. As Daemon thrust into her she pushed back onto him, the sound of her ass slapping against his stomach echoing in the large office.

“Fuck—“ he grunted as his orgasm approached, “Keep going for me love, keep it nice and tight just like that”

She screamed, literally crying out as her orgasm erupted within her. He pushed deep inside her as he came, groaning at the way that her cunt tightened and throbbed around him.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hand pushing into the skin of her waist, “You’re fucking milking me love”

“Yes, yes, yes” she ground herself back onto him, helping him to feel exactly how good he’d made her feel.

Eventually, he pulled out, pressing a comforting hand on the small of her back before flipping her over so that she could stand. Feeling vulnerable, she avoided his searching gaze.

“Look at me” he commanded.

She tried to resist but failed, finding she couldn’t resist his order.

“I’m not going to punish you for what you’ve done” his serious look turned into a cheeky smirk, “At least not more than I already have…”

“Really?” She questioned, disbelieving.

“Really” he affirmed, his gaze hardening “But only if you help me take them down in return”

She smiled, game on.

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asgardianangel · 1 year

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working as an intern/secretary for Saul Goodman, hoping to break into the legal world but instead having to deal with your boss’s leering states and comments and touches, staying late one evening for a big case and suddenly things get a lot more intimate 🫣

Late night (Saul Goodman X Fem! Reader smut)

Warnings: 18+ Pure smut (I need holy water), riding, desperate reader, age gap, praise kink, Saul being sleazy, unwanted/very much wanted touches, harassment?, workplace shenanigans

Your life had been full of ups and downs, but nothing was going get in the way of your aspirations. Wanting to work in the world of law hoping to serve justice to those who need it.

But due to your past anti-social behaviour as a teen your dream had proven difficult to achieve. HHM was the last law firm you stopped by, and they just shamed you for having a criminal record of illegal possession and whatnot. Even though you had proven to be quite learner now. Hamlin and his snobs just couldn’t see passed the measly drug charge.

That night you sat at the bar wondering what you could do next sipping the glass in your hand with a sigh. “Rough night?” The presence of the older man seated next you became noticed. He appeared familiar as he smiled at you.

“You could say that” you nervously chuckled as his big blue eyes looked you up and down. “You want another drink?” he asked you glanced at your glass. “It’s on me sweetheart you look like you need it” His voice was smooth, and it made you question where you have heard it before. You agreed and the man began to strike a conversation while the bartender poured you another glass.

He certainly had charm as he expressed concern and then it hit you when he mentioned his name. Saul Goodman. The lawyer guy you’ve seen on late night TV of course!

You shared a few amusing moments with him. Especially when you told him about Hamlin shaming you.

“What’s in the past stays in the past sweetheart and so what. I did way worse shit when I was a teenager, I tell ya. Don’t let people like lord Vader put you down like that” Saul shakes a finger at you with the advice and you giggled.

One drink after another you really enjoyed his company, he made your night a lot better. There were a few little things you started to notice. His eyes checking you out his hand drifting across your thigh. But you blamed it on how drunk you were starting to get.

Nah that’s just stupid.

At the end of night Saul made you an offer “Well since your stuck at the moment how about you come and work for me?” he asked gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m in need of a new secretary and you can also gain some much-needed work experience as my intern as well” Saul explained. The offer sounded amazing and ideal since you had nowhere else to start.

Little did you know what was going to happen between the two of you.

First few weeks were easier than expected even with the vast amounts of unusual clients coming in. You were always by Saul’s side fetching him coffee filling out paperwork and on your breaks you would join him for lunch and chat away about cases.

As time passed Saul’s behaviour had changed. The more comfortable you were at his office the more comfortable he was with touching you every chance he had.

His hands would caress your shoulders while you were deep into paperwork while he admired your efforts. Praising you was a major thing for him.

'You are doing so well sweetheart'

'Good girl'

'I’m so lucky to have you here'

His words made you blush and smile softly. But his touches became more on the forceful side on occasions where you were stood organising files and he would reach for a file above you and casually move his hand to your ass.

During conversations his baby blue eyes seemed to cloud with lust (something you had recognised from previous relationships). Signs of a man in need.

Maybe you were reading too much into it.

You found Saul to be very attractive and not the type of man you would go for given the age difference between the two of you.

Then it became obvious by the comments he started to make towards you.

Why do have to come in such a small skirt today doll? He once asked playing with the hem of it. You glanced at the paperwork hoping he wouldn’t notice the clenching of your thighs.

He would also make rather lustful comments about your ass too. ‘God you are killing me with that booty.’ Saul mused as you walked out the office one night. You chose to ignore it, but he made it rather hard for you as his hands would linger on your skin longer.

It was like he couldn’t resist any longer. Then he reached breaking point and so did you...

It was late and you worked tireless on a new ground-breaking case of a rather wealthy client. Saul wanted your help with the case, so you stayed later than usual. Organising each file before you on his desk.

“This is big deal for us sweet face” he sighed loosening up his green tie and undoing his top button. You hummed in response looking through witness reports and whatnot.

“I just love your determination it’s so sexy might I add” Saul spoke smoothly you looked over at him noticing his chair was much closer to yours.

You would be lying if you said his carnal comments didn’t keep you up at night. “I see the way your body responds sweetheart.” his eyes once again clouded with lust “how your soft thighs clench” he spoke with such admiration as his hand met your thighs caressing in a circular motion.

Clearing your throat, you could no longer be focused on what you were reading “I thought you said this case is important to us?” You questioned trying not to make eye contact with the older man.

Saul suddenly took a hold of your chin causing you to drop your pen to the desk. “It is but I can think of more important things to do my doll” he said in a suggestive manner.

His office became hot as his lips inched closer to yours, you couldn't think. Did you really want this?

Quickly he pressed his soft lips upon you with such forceful passion you could taste the coffee he had been drinking. Wrapping your arms around his neck Saul groaned as you finally gave in to his advances. Oh god you wanted him you needed him so bad!

Lifting yourself off your chair you made a comfortable place on his lap as his lips moved to the sweet spot of your neck suckling like a vampire. Never have you met a man who wanted you like this.

“Saul ah” you moaned his name as he fiddled with the buttons of your white blouse. “I know baby I’ve been dying to know what these beautiful tits looked like” he confessed with another throaty groan as he finally got to your bra. Snapping it in an instant and then throwing it aside he stared at your bare breasts in such desire.

“Oh, sweetheart you are so perfect, aren’t you?” he praised dampening between your thighs you started to grind yourself on him in response. Already feeling the hardness of his cock entrapped in his formal pants. Saul watched you working your body with his whimpering as he sucked and played with your tits.

“My good girl, aren’t you? All mine!” he groaned like a man possessed his long fingers explored between your legs as he pecked kisses all over your chest.

You were almost on the verge of begging him as his skilful fingers rubbed and his eyes kept in contact with yours. It was all too much, and you lifted yourself up to pull down your panties needing him to caress your bare heat.

And Saul did sooo well

“Pl-please ah” you pleaded him, and he smirked “Promise me this sweet face when I make you scream my name tonight” his fingers rubbed faster spreading you out for him “you will be my good girl forever” His words ended as he suddenly slid two of his fingers deep inside you.

“Oh I-I promise S-saul just please f-fuck me ah” you have never felt so needy as he thrusted his fingers in faster as you buried your face into his neck. Saul tuts at you “you can’t hide your pretty little face like that” you moaned at his words turning your head so he could kiss you deeply.

Excitement rushed in your already quivering body as you heard him fiddling with his belt. “Mmm such a greedy little slut for me” he hummed pulling his belt off and rolling down his pants along with his boxers.

Sighing in relief his cock bounced up to greet your wetness and you started grinding on him on him again like a dog in heat. “Fuck” Saul cursed as he grabbed on your hips kissing you. As you lifted again to welcome his thick cock you gasped feeling the tip lubricated with so much precum it dripped alongside his cock with desire. Pushing down the two of you gasped in pure pleasure Saul was already so deep inside you.

It took a minute to adjust as he kissed you madly savouring the taste of your tongue. Moving up and down gently “oh baby you feel soo g-good" the older man winced as you clenched around him like a vice.

The noise in his hot office contained desperate moans and the squeaks of both you and his desk chair. Never before you thought of fucking your own employer, but it felt so God damn good.

Saul decided to take the reigns as he sucked on your breasts again thrusting his hips hard into you. You ripped open his shirt and placed both hands on his chest as he fucked you roughly.

“Y-you don’t know how long I wanted this sweetheart ah” he groaned as he felt himself nearing to that orgasmic end.

One hand moved from your hip to your bundle of nerves playing with them causing you to desperately chase that long awaited orgasm

Almost crying out his name “Oh my good girl” he repeated over and over as he shot his load deep inside you. Tightening around him you came screaming his name like he said you would. He stayed buried in you as you both caught your breath.

“Now we can finish this important case” he chuckled

Note: I'm back for now my burnout was killing me :D

#better call saul fanfic #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill x reader #smut

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ecargmura · 5 months

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My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 7 Review - And They Were Roommates

Before I start the review, I want to let you know something about the rest of this show’s episodes. Dan Ichikawa, the author of this story, left a note on their Twitter page about how the show already caught up to the manga, so starting this episode forth will be anime original content. I never read the manga, so I’m not too sure how many more chapters of original content there are, but this entire episode is actually anime original. I hope this can ease your confusion, if you had any. Now, onto the review.

Oh gosh, they are roommates now. I think this is the most peaceful I’ve seen Momose throughout the show. He really did need that new change in environment to heal once and for all. He won’t change instantly and he’s still fidgety every now and then, but I can see a huge improvement compared to previous episodes. The dynamic between Momose and Shirosaki have become more domestic now that they’ve become roommates. There’s this intimacy between them that is there, but they probably don’t know about it. They seriously do behave as if they just started dating; maybe they’ll skip over the dating and head straight to marriage towards the end of the show. Heck, they could probably get accidentally married too!

I’m glad that Momose finally opened up and told Shirosaki about his time at his previous workplace. Some of my readers commented on my review of the previous episode that workplace harassment is all too common in Japan; in fact, one of them did say that having your boss show up at your doorstep is common in the Japanese work force! That’s so scary! I’m glad that Momose finally took a step forward and quit his job. Had he continued working there, he’d probably die from overwork and stress. I was a bit nervous when Momose headed back to his previous residence, but I’m glad that nothing bad happened and it was just him overthinking and Shirosaki coming to check up on him.

Shirosaki’s goofiness is as adorable as always, but it’s funny how living with Shirosaki has now affected Momose in a way too. The part where Shirosaki was washing rice and then wondering how much cups he used is practically me! One time, I was washing rice and then after washing, I was like ‘Did I put in enough sweet rice’ and pondered about it as the rice started cooking. Also, the part where Shirosaki was trying to get the wrap unpeeled is relatable. That has happened to me with wrap and tape; in fact, in regards to tape, it has happened to me earlier this week. I was trying to return some items, but the post office didn’t have free tape, so I had to buy some. When I tried using tape, it took me a few minutes to try and find where the tape end was and it took another few minutes for me to get it unraveled. Why do transparent things have to be hard to get out?

Maybe it’s because Hakutou has only been seen interacting with Shirosaki, but I think that he took an instant liking to Momose the moment he moved in. Compared to how it took an entire episode for Hakutou to warm up to Shirosaki, it only took a day for Hakutou to be spoiled by Momose. Maybe it’s because of the time the cat spent with his owner that got Hakutou warmed up to humans, but given that the cat is such a tsundere, I would assume he’d have a hard time getting used to other people too. I’m glad that’s not the case, because Momose does seem like the type of person animals would love due to his gentle aura. I think it’s super cute how Hakutou likes Momose so much that he’d give him his treasures so easily. Both men are now Hakutou’s dads. It’s an irreversible contract now.

Kinjou and Aoyama are still their adorable selves. Kinjou is all super jealous that Momose and Shirosaki are living together while Aoyama is bummed out that he has a house built for two people but no one wants to move in with him. Despite Aoyama’s neediness, I do like that Aoyama is still considerate as he told Shirosaki to go home as he knew Momose would be waiting. He’s such a nice guy; when will he hook up with Kinjou?

It was nice learning about Shirosaki too. He has an older brother who used to live with him but now lives abroad and his family are rice farmers. That’s so cool to know! I hope to learn more about Momose too! Do you think Momose will stay with Shirosaki longer than he intends? Also, the plot twist with the ghost reaching out to use shampoo was so unexpected! I didn’t expect the ghost to be as silly as Shirosaki too! What are your thoughts about this episode overall?

#my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #Yusei shirosaki #kentaro momose #hakutou #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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forhappysake · 6 months

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What Lurks Within, Pt. 3

Author's Note: I know this is only my first series, but I'm having soooo much fun with it. This section offers some more background on Y/N's past with the team. If you love lore, this is for you!

Content: When the team gets a lead from the local department's tech analyst, they're forced to look into a questionable detective with a long history of complaints against him. Before they can talk to him, they've got to get him to the precinct, triggering some hard memories from the past as old fears reemerge.

Warnings: Mentions of harassment/sexism in the workplace, brief mentions of Cat Adams and Scratch, mentions of past trauma, established relationship... I think that's pretty much it!

After the detective stormed out of the precinct, the team slowly shuffled out of the conference room into the main bullpen. The young tech worker, evidently named Richie, bent over his shattered monitor. “My poor screen,” he mumbled, bending down to pick up a shard of glass on the floor.

“Richie,” I said, “I’m Agent L/N with the BAU. I’d like to know what all that was about.” I feigned ignorance. I wanted to hear it from Richie’s perspective, and I didn’t want him to know Whittenden had already discussed the matter with Spencer and I.

Richie sighed, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “You see, when I get files from my bosses, I don’t read them, let alone open them. I just sent them on to whatever department they’re meant for.” I nodded in response, and Richie continued. “The detective thinks I messed with his files, but I didn’t! I swear! I have no reason to…” Richie trailed off, getting distracted by his broken monitor littered over the office carpet. “I can’t believe he did that.”

“Do you know anyone who would have a reason to alter Whittendon’s files?” Emily asked, making her way to the front of the group standing in the conference room doorway.

Richie shook his head. “Look, I’m just the tech guy. I send emails and fix computers. I don’t get involved in all the office drama and crime stuff.” Emily and I made brief eye contact. How can you avoid the “crime stuff” while working in a police department?

“Anyway, I have a hell of a mess to clean up now… If you’ll excuse me…” Richie bent down to the floor, picking up shards of shattered monitor and trying to find any missing pieces that had gone askew on the floor. I sighed at the next dead lead. I made my way back to the team, and just as I started to rejoin the team in the conference room, Richie’s voice came from behind me. “Agent L/N?”

“Yeah, Richie?” I asked, turning around to face him.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but I know Detective Andrews has been after Whittenson’s job for months,” Richie shifted nervously on his feet, looking around the office with paranoia evident in his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes, and nodded. “Thank you, Richie. We’ll look into that.” So much for never partaking in water-cooler gossip. The young man nodded, continuing to pick up pieces of the monitor scattered on the floor.

I rejoined the team in the conference room, shutting the door behind me once again. “Did you guys hear that?” I asked.

“I did,” said Emily, “I’m getting Garcia on the phone right now.” Clicking her contact and turning her phone on speaker, Emily set her phone in the middle of the table. After two rings, a bubbly voice came over the other line.

“Hello, my pretties. How is Denver?” Penelope said. I could almost hear the smile on her lips, and I felt a small smile cross my own face.

“It’s okay, Garcia. We need your help,” Emily answered.

There was a moment of silence as I heard Garcia click around on her computer before she spoke again, “I am at your service, my fine-feathered FBI friends. Tell me what you need to do.”

Emily spoke again, “We need details on a Detective Andrews at the Denver Police Department, preferably anything to do with a recent promotion that he may have missed out on.” I heard Penelope clicking away on her computer.

“Uh-huh… anything else?” Penelope asked.

“Not for now. Have you found anything off the bat?” Emily questioned. She crossed her arms in front of her, staring intently at the cell phone. Spencer sat at the head of the table, leg tapping in anticipation.

“Sending it to your tablets now,” Penelope said. We all heard our tablets buzz from their respective positions on the conference room’s large table. Reaching forward, I opened the file Penelope had sent. A headline caught my attention first: “Detective Ryan Whittendon named Head Homicide Detective for Denver P.D.” I scanned the article quickly, looking for anything about Detective Andrews, when a line of text caught my eye:

“The decision for who would take over as Head Detective was a struggle. The Department was forced to choose between Whittendon, who has served with the Department for 3 years, and Jason Andrews, who has been with the Department for nearly 15 years. The Department made its decision based on success rates of case-closed and input from other office employees.”

“Yikes,” I heard Spencer mumble. He set his tablet down, scanning the faces of our other team members.

“No kidding,” said Rossi, “working here for 15 years and getting passed over for the newbie… I bet that didn’t go over well.”

“So what does this mean?” Luke asked, “Is this guy our unsub?”

“I don’t know about that,” I piped up. “With over fifteen years in law enforcement, becoming a serial killer would require a major personality change.” Matt and Spencer nodded in agreement.

I saw Rossi shrug. “You’d be surprised what people would do when they feel unappreciated. They feel unseen, and they lash out in any way they can to be seen,” he said.

“Regardless,” Emily stepped in, “we need to meet with Jason Andrews immediately. Garcia, do you have his home address available?”

“Sending it to you now,” Penelope said again. “Be safe, my friends.” With that, Penelope’s end of the line went dead. Our tablets buzzed once again, this time with Andrews’ address.

“Okay, here’s how we’re going to do this.” Emily paced around the room, formulating a plan. “Luke and Matt, you’re going to go pick up Jason Andrews. Bring him here and get him situated in an interview room. Spencer and Y/N, I want you to follow behind them as a back up team in case things get ugly when they try to bring Andrews in.” “You’ve got it, boss,” Luke said. He rose to his feet, as Matt followed suit. The two of them headed out the conference room door and exited the precinct. Spencer backed his seat away from the table, standing up and heading for the conference room door.

“Y/N,” he said, “are you coming?” I stared straight ahead of me, not quite making out what he said. I had an uneasy feeling growing in my stomach. I was never one to be overly superstitious, but I did believe in my instinct, and I was almost never wrong.

“I don’t know about this, Emily,” I said. She furrowed her brow, looking at me with concern. I was never one to question her decisions or turn down the chance to chase after a bad guy.

“What’s wrong, L/N?” she asked, coming to rest a hand on my shoulder.

“I just… I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling.” I felt Emily’s eyes rake over me before she looked at Spencer. The two made eye contact before they both looked back at me. “Y/N,” Spencer said again, leaning down so that we were eye level. “Nothing bad is going to happen. We’re just going to pick this guy up and bring him back here so we can talk to him.” The logical part of my brain knew he was right. The guy was a current police detective, surely there was no danger in that.

“I- I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” I stood from my seat. “Excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom before we go.” I exited the conference room without waiting for either of them to reply, brushing past Spencer and making quick work of the long hallway to the bathroom. I slipped in the door, and found myself staring deep into my own eyes. The reflection in the mirror seemed so foreign, so distant.

I took deep breaths, collecting myself and drying my eyes with a paper towel before tears started to drip out of my eyes. After a couple more seconds of solitude, I left the bathroom, walking slowly back towards the conference room. The door was still cracked open, and I could hear muffled voices inside.

“I’m just worried about her. You know she isn’t fully over everything that happened, Spencer,” Emily’s voice spoke in a hushed volume. I creased my brow. Were they talking about me?

I heard Spencer sigh, followed by a long silence before he replied. “The whole thing messed us all up pretty bad. She’s better, just like we’re all doing better,” he said. The whole thing… Cat… Scratch… part of my life that felt like a pure hell.

Emily spoke again, interrupting my thoughts, “I know, Spencer. You went through a lot, I went through a lot, but you have to acknowledge that she went through her own unique trauma as well.” You mean being psychologically tortured by a maniac before going through the physical trauma of a life-altering car accident? What’s unique about that?

“She’d only been a team member for six months when the two of you started dating. She’d only been here for a year when Cat forced her into that interrogation room and made her endure the whole night with you. Within hours of that, she was in that awful car crash with the rest of us…” Silence took over once more. “All I’m saying is, I know it’s been a few months since then, but those invisible wounds don’t heal in a few months. You should know that better than anyone.”

A long pause filled the room. I held my breath and kept silent outside the door, waiting for what would be spoken next. “Look,” Spencer broke the silence, “I know what she went through was horrendous and unfair. I think about it every day-” I heard his voice break a bit, bringing tears to my eyes once again. I heard him draw in a shaky breath before continuing, “But she is strong, and sidelining her is not going to make it any better. That’s what I do know.”

I decided it was time to stop eavesdropping and to stop letting other people decide my fate. I stepped forward, pushing open the door. I took in Spencer’s glassy eyes, and Emily’s grip on the back of a conference room chair before he spoke. “Y/N, how long have you been out there?” he asked.

“Long enough,” I gave a shy smile, a result of my embarrassment for having admitted to the eavesdropping. “Look guys,” I said, swapping my gaze back and forth between the two of them, “none of this is ever going to be easy for me. This past year has been a lot, but I’m moving forward. We all are, like Spencer said.”

Emily let out an audible breath. “What I’m saying,” I started again, “is that Spencer is right. Sidelining me isn’t going to help me get any better. I know I have my weak moments, but I always come back. I just did, you see.” I gestured to the bathroom before gesturing to the conference room, “I always come back.”

Spencer moved over to my side of the table. He reached out his hand, taking mine and offering a gentle squeeze as his show of support. “Now,” he said, “are we ready to go?” He asked it so quietly, as if he was afraid any force in his voice would break me to pieces. “I’m ready,” I said quietly, “it’s going to be fine.”

“It’s going to be fine,” he echoed. I held his hand all the way out of the precinct to where Matt and Luke sat in their running SUV.

“Where have you two lovebirds been?” Matt asked from the driver’s seat after rolling down his window.

“I had to use the bathroom, my bad!” I shouted back while jogging over to the passenger side of the second SUV. Spencer climbed in the driver’s seat while I slid into the passenger seat. Buckling our seatbelts, Spencer gave Matt a thumbs-up. Matt drove off, and we followed close behind.

The ride was quiet for the first minute or so, but I could see Spencer shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “What’s wrong, Spence?” I asked, examining the way his hands fidgeted on the wheel.

He sighed. “I’m sorry if anything I said to Emily upset you,” he said apologetically. “I know we don’t like to talk about the things that happened. I just didn’t want her to bring it up in front of you and make you feel-”

You held a hand up, stopping him from saying more. “You’re right, Spencer. We don’t like to talk about it. Maybe someday we will, but for now, let’s just keep doing what we’re doing.” You offered him a small smile, a way of letting him know that you were okay. He didn’t say anything else, he just nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. You could tell that something else was bothering him, but you decided not to push the subject more. One of these days we’ll get there.

The next ten minutes passed quickly as you pulled on to a quiet suburban street, Matt and Luke in the lead. Your pager buzzed and Matt’s voice echoed throughout the SUV. “Matt to Y/N, do you copy?”

“Copy, we’ve got you,” I replied. Matt and Luke brought the car to a stop in front of Andrews’ house. Spencer and I stayed parked a few houses back, watching to see if any back up would be needed. Luke jumped out of the car first, cautiously approaching the front step of the large brick house. They had no reason to believe Andrews was a real threat, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Matt followed a few steps behind, quickly hopping up the porch’s front steps, keeping a hand on his holstered weapon. It was nearing six in the morning as Luke knocked on the door, “Jason Andrews, FBI!”

Spencer and I watched in anticipation as to what would happen next. I froze as Luke knocked again. I listened over my radio as Luke’s voice rang out again, “Jason Andrews, we need to talk to you!” Suddenly, the front door swung open. A forty-something year old man in a robe stepped out on the front step with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Who the hell are you, and why are you on my porch at six in the morning?” Andrews asked, voice low and eyebrows raised in confusion. “My wife and kid are upstairs, keep it down.” I saw Matt and Luke’s shoulders release their tension.

“We need you to come with us to the precinct to talk. It’s urgent.” Matt said.

“That’s fine, just let me get dressed first,” Andrews turned back into the house as Luke and Matt waited on the porch. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank God,” I said. That wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought it was going to be.

Spencer let out a quiet chuckle as Andrews stepped back out onto the porch in a full suit, climbing in the SUV with Matt and Luke. “See,” he said, “I told you there wasn’t anything to worry about this time.”

This time… The words echoed in my mind, sending the same sickening feeling to my stomach. I didn’t respond as Spencer pulled away from the curb, following Matt and Luke back to the precinct

* * *

We returned to the local police department, where Luke and Matt left Andrews in an interrogation room before coming to join the rest of the team. We all sat in the conference room once again, blinds shut and door locked, contemplating our next move.

“Okay,” Emily said, “I need your thoughts here, team. Who's going to interview him?” We all exchanged glances.

Matt cleared his throat, “Seeing as how he did pretty well with Luke and I picking him up, I just figured we’d be on it.” Luke shrugged in response, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I originally thought that, too,” Emily said, standing up from her spot at the table and reaching for a file she’d discarded on a shelf nearby. “That was until I read Andrews’ file.” I felt my eyebrows raise involuntarily. Reading someone’s file was a dangerous game to play, you never knew what you might find.

“I wondered why Andrews didn’t win the popularity contest that went into becoming Head Homicide Detective,” Emily explained, as she flipped through pages, “but then I read this.” She sat a piece of paper in front of JJ, who began to read out loud.

“Complaints of harassment against women: twenty-seven,” JJ cringed. “Good lord, how does this guy still work here?”

“So, Andrews is a raging sexist,” Luke said.

Emily nodded. “Exactly, which is why we need a woman in the interrogation room.” JJ and I exchanged looks, as if to say ‘not it.’ “It will throw him off his game. He won’t be able to focus on lying if he’s focused on being a-”

“A douchebag?” Rossi finished for her. Emily nodded quickly. “Well,” Rossi started again, “who's it going to be?”

Matt chimed in again, “Why not send Y/N in? She’s quite a bit younger, I bet he’ll notice that too.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I often forgot about my age in relation to this group. Sure, I was only twenty-five and Matt had a point, but that didn’t make me love the idea any more.

Spencer noticed my discomfort, “Why Y/N? JJ is more than capable.” I felt JJ’s eyes on me, as well as Rossi’s and Emily’s. I did not want to let anyone down, especially after the conversation I’d overheard between Spencer and Emily earlier in the morning.

“No, Spence,” I said, rising from my seat and moving behind his chair. “I’m okay with it. I’ll go in with Luke, we can handle it together.” I tried to reassure him by placing my hands on his shoulders, but Spencer did not seem to relax under my touch.

“Great,” Emily said, “I’m glad to hear it.” She handed Luke the file on Andrews to flip through before turning to me. “Don’t let him get the better of you. He’s going to be a jerk and I want you play along with him. Each time you do, you’ll be loosening his lips even more.”

She gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded, understanding what she wanted from me. Besides, I’ve been locked in interrogation rooms with worse people before.

To be continued!

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Just wanted to request Yandere Dark Dom Natasha with Depressed male reader because I'm fucking depressed right now. With fluff at then end (if you're okay with that and sorry if I bother you) I also can't figure out how it starts and how it end 😐

Natasha Romanoff x Depressed!Male Reader

Cw:(workplace harassment, sexual harassment, fluff, smut, praise, strap on, I hope you like it!)

You were just minding your own business at your workplace. It was your lunch break so, for once, you happily marched down to the break room. You had just got done with a whole bunch of work you had been procrastinating about and finally got it done so you could move on to all the easy stuff. You were actually enjoying your job for once…until a certain someone appeared.

Another co-worker and my boss came into the break room. I happily took out my lunch and ate it. My boss came over and sat with me. We began to talk about small things as my boss waited for their coffee to finish making. He soon left after the beeping from the machine rang loudly in the air. They got their stuff and made their way to the door. The co-worker from earlier came over and sat near me. She struck up a conversation that started out talking about pets and animals, to our love life.

"So, are you with anyone?" She asked. I smiled and stared down at my cup of juice/coffee/ect. "Yeah. I have a loving girlfriend." I said, daydreaming a bit. "Oh really? What's she like?" She said, scooting just a bit closer. I nervously squirmed a bit. "Uh…she's really nice and she takes care of me a lot. I really love her." I smiled a bit. She leaned over with a smirk and put a hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. "I bet I could take care of you better~" She purred in my ear.

I shivered and went to stand up. N-No thanks. I-I'm a l-loyal good boyfriend." I nervously said. She stood up and pinned me to the wall. "I want to make you my little lover~" she purred and bit my earlobe. I whimpered and tried to push her off of me but she was taller. "C'mon~ I'm sure I can get y-you to scream for me~" She teased. I flinched and broke away, running to the bathroom.

I locked myself in and shakily got out my phone. I put a hand over my mouth and tried to steady my breathing.

"M/n? You usually don't call at this hour…" She said. "I-I know I don't get off for another 2 hours b-but I really need you right now…!" I sobbed out. "Hey, What happened? Are you hurt? Who did it? Please talk to me." She began.

"A co-worker got to touchy with me…I wanna come home…" I whimpered. "Oh love, who is it?" She asked sweetly. "It's (C/w/n). The one who's married to Sammy…" I whispered. "Oh I see. Try and hold out for me, Love. I promise as soon as you get off, I'll be there for you, don't worry. You can talk to me until then." She said. "Ok…thank you…" I whispered.

"So, what are you doing?" I asked as I stood back up to wash my face. "I missed you so much that I attached one of your shirts to my pillow and held it. You're just too cute. I couldn't help it. Everything reminds me of you." She admitted. I smiled sheepishly and blushed. "I just hope you won't mistake me for a pillow." I joked. "I would never." She chuckled. I heard shuffling on the other side of the line before I heard a door slam. "What was that?" I asked. "I'm going out to get some stuff." She answered. I pulled out my earbuds. I stuffed the wire in my shirt and stuck one bud in. "I'm going back to work but please keep talking to me. I feel like I'm going to pass out…" I breathed out. "Of course, Love. I'd love to hear your voice right now~" She hummed.

I made my way out the door but stopped when I saw my boss. "Oh! S-Sorry boss. I-I was just heading back to my desk-" I got cut off by their hand. "Please. Take the rest of the day off. I saw what happened and I will make sure they deserve proper punishment and get fired. I have connections so they won't be working any time soon." The boss said with a smirk. "T-Thank you so much…!" I cried. They hugged me tightly and reassured me that this will never happen again. We went our separate ways and I got my stuff to head back home.

"So how are you feeling? Milk chocolate, Dark, or Milk and caramel?" She suddenly. I realized where she was now. "(Your option) please." I said and began my journey while partially listening to her tell me about her day and recent missions. We got 20 minutes into the call when I could hear her voice go lower and she started praising me quietly in my ear.

"I wanna hold you so bad right now~ I wanna run my fingers through your hair. I want everybody to fucking know how much of a good boy you are for me~ All cuddled into me so comfortably." She whispered. I shivered and shakily got my keys and opened the door. I stumbled inside and took off my jacket, going straight upstairs to hop into bed. "Please get home soon…" I whimpered as I shoved all my clothes off and quickly hopped into my pajamas. I cuddled up in bed surrounded by soft pillows and blankets.

"I'm 5 minutes away…I can see you all cute and curled up in bed for me~" She hummed. I blushed and hid in the mountain of softness. "I can see the pillow you are talking about." I giggled and poked at the pillow with my shirt on it. "What? You're telling me you don't have a pillow of me?" She teased. "Well…sometimes…" I mumbled. We soon hung up since Natasha was almost home and my phone needed to charge. I frowned as I held a pillow. It started out as small sniffling and quickly evolved into loud sobbing.

"Love? I'm home!" She said. I sobbed louder and buried my face in the pillows. I heard her walk upstairs and open the bedroom door. "Oh Love…" She whispered and I heard her come over to the bed. I felt the bed dip in front of me and her arms wrapped around me.

"Why do you even bother with me?! I-I'm practically useless and I-I can't even defend myself! You deserve someone way better and not someone as needy as me!" I cried. She pulled the blanket away from my face and made me look at her. "You have no idea how much I love you. I've always loved you. Even before we met. I've always loved you~ You were meant for me and me only. You are mine and I am yours. I don't care about other people. I can take care of them. I just want you. You're everything I need and more and I'm about to show you. " She whispered lovingly to me. I was about to ask what she meant by that but then she pinned me down to the bed. "I'll have you crying tears of pleasure in a few minutes." She promised. I shivered and put a hand over my mouth when she yanked my shorts off and licked her lips.

I shivered and whined when her warm mouth engulfed my cock. "N-Nat…ngh. O-Oh…! P-Please, you know h-how fast I cum…!" I whined and gripped the bedsheets. "I know baby~ Cum then~ i'm not stopping anytime soon." She growled and pulled it something out from under the pillows. I looked within hazy eyes at the strap- on she had on. I squirmed in pleasure and whined softly. "Please Mommy…please fuck me with your cock!" I begged, knowing she couldn't resist me begging her with the puppy eyes.

She smirked and lightly smacked my thigh. "Good boy~" She purred. I moaned at the praise and lifted my legs up. "Please~" I begged as she quickly put the strap-on on. I saw her put a vibrator inside her and she handed me the remote. "I know how much you love to please Mommy as well~" She growled and poured a lot of lube on the strap and my hole. I shivered at the wetness. "Mommy! Please! I- NGH!" I let out a sudden keen when she thrusted inside. "Keep fucking moaning~ Your voice is so pretty~" She praised and slapped my ass. I turned the vibrator up a quarter and she let out loud moans. Her forehead rested on my shoulder and her hands intertwined with mine.

I arched my back and screamed out when she bit down on my shoulder. "Everyones going to know that you belong to me~ I love you~ No one else is going to ever see you like this but me." She growled and marked up another part of my neck. "CUMMING♡" I screamed and creamed all over my tummy. She didn't stop at all and instead sped up. I screamed out loudly.

"NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA!" I cried out with every thrust. I accidentally turned the vibrator all the way up and she moaned loudly in my ear. I gasped when I felt her cum drip down onto my body. My eyes rolled back and I couldn't help but cry. This time, it was from too much pleasure. My whole body spasmed when her hand touched my cock and jerked it hard.

"N-NO! I-I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! I-I'TS SO MU-MUCH!" I sobbed. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU!" She moaned and gripped my hand hard before cumming again. I was shaking and crying into a pillow when she flipped me on my knees and fucked into me hard. "OH!!! OH!!! OH♡" I screamed. She didn't stop at all. "God I'm so fucking horny for you right now. I can't stop." She purred and bit down on my neck more.

I shook my head, trying to signal that I can't do it anymore. "P-PLEASE! CAN'T CUM ANYMORE! I-I CAN'T!" I begged. She slammed into me one more time and bit down on my neck hard as she came. I fumbled for the vibrator and turned it off. She fell on the bed and I collapsed In on myself. My eyes betrayed me and the last thing I saw before I passed out was Natasha moving my hair out the way before cleaning me up.

Next up: HYDRA Steve x Male Reader Final

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brxttydevil · 1 year

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Anything for you TeddyBear

Pairings: Sugar Daddy! Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Bakugou is the CEO of a vast company that he can spoil his lover any way they want. He can fire anyone that messes with his lover.

Warnings: sexual harassment after that pure fluff

You were walking down to the building that is owned by your sugar daddy. Some of the women in the place wanted to date him even you. But due to the settled contract, you two cannot date each other. Every contract gets broken one way or another.

When you walked inside you were met by Felicity, his secretary, she is always annoyed by everyone. She was busy on her phone when you got closer to her.

"What do you want?" She didn't bother looking up from her phone. She just turned around to face where your voice was coming from.

"I am here to see Katsuki."

"Let me see if he is asking for visitors." She finally got off her phone grabbed the telephone, and dialed his number. She waited for a few seconds until she got a hold of him. "Hello, Mr.Bakugou."

"What do you want?"

"Someone wanted to talk to you."

"Bring them up here."

"Okay." She motioned towards you to the elevator. "Go up the elevator and press the five on the thing. His office is at the end of the hallway."

"I know." You walked towards the elevator and pressed five.

When you made it up to the floor you walked out. Some of his workers stared at you. Others were too busy to even notice you. Before you were able to reach the door of his office, a man stopped in front of you.

"What a beauty like you doing up here?" He got closer to you. You stepped back a little.

"I am here to see Kat and if you excuse me." You were going to punch him but held yourself back.

He let you go but he slapped your ass when you passed him. When you turned back you saw him have a sly smirk on his face. Before you were able to say something you heard a familiar voice.

"Now what the hell were you doing?!" Katsuki put you behind him as he went closer to the man.

"Nothing boss." His voice quickly changed from his flirty tone to a scared child.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me. I know what the fuck you did to my baby." Katsuki was angrier than he usually is. "If you ever want to be able to have a job you better get out of my fucking building. I want you gone from any workplace. I wonder what your wife would think if she heard her husband is harrasing other women. You lucky I could get filed with an assault otherwise you would be in the hospital by now."

The man was really scared but immediately went to his desk and packed everything before Katsuki can do anything to him. Kat sighed before going back to you. "Are you okay?" You was still in shocked of what happened that you just nodded your head. He took you inside of his office and shut the door behind him.

He had you on his lap while he rubbed your back. He gave you a few kisses here and there. He wanted to comfort you any way he can. So he went on your favorite shop and let you buy anything to get your mind off what happened. He wasn't going to let the guy go scot free. He had something else planned.

You picked out a few outfits that you really loved and let him pay for all of the them. He didn’t care he loved spoiling his sugar baby. But something else you wanted. To actually be with him. You know he doesn’t got any other sugar babies other than you.

“You want to try those on for me when we get them?” He smirked and rubbed your inner thigh.

“Yes sir.” You already felt your wetness pooling on his pants.

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Anonymous Asks: "Can we have a smut and spicy story with Jean, please!? I can't get enough of this man!"

Yall are enabling me so much and I love it~

Content: Abuse of power (Jean is your boss), masturbation, workplace sexual harassment, dubcon because of power imbalance, dacryphilia, Jean has a praise kink, oral fingering, facial, explicitly no aftercare because Jean fuckin sucks <3

“If one more thing goes wrong today, I think I’ll fucking explode.” You don’t even have the energy to sound forceful. It’s more of a weary groan than anything.

“What’s up, doll?”

You’re not meant to talk to Joseph. Your boss doesn’t like it when you do. He keeps insisting that Joseph wants to poach you, make you his assistant instead. But he’s been nothing but pleasant to you, so you let yourself indulge in conversation with him on occasion.

“They bumped two of Mister Laurent’s interviews this morning and makeup ran out of his foundation after lunch. And now I’ve gotta go tell him they’re cutting his baking scene from the next episode to make more time for your lesson on eating healthy.” You tap nervously on your pager where the offending message lay.

Joseph sucks in a sympathetic breath through his teeth. “That’s rough. Good luck.”

“Yeah.” You nod, tucking your pager away and knocking on Jean’s dressing room door. “Yeah, thanks.”

“What.” It’s flat and annoyed, the voice of a man who wants nothing more than to go home and drink away the stress of the day.

“Mister Laurent…” You peek your head around the door before stepping inside and closing it behind you.

“I thought I’d told you not to talk to him.” Jean’s sitting back on his couch, script in hand as he looks at you with stern disappointment. “I could hear you through the door.”

“I—he just… he asked—” Your hands make some vague gestures as you try to formulate an explanation without letting the day’s frustrations slip into your tone.

You’d been expecting to launch into your big apology about his cut scene, but he’d thrown you off. You weren’t expecting to have to defend your short conversation with Joseph. It only piled on top of the day’s stress, unidentified emotions bubbling in your chest.

“Don’t do it again.” He frowns, eyes scanning the script in his hand. “So.”

He leaves you waiting for his next words. He likes to do that, keep you waiting for him. He loves knowing your attention is on him and only him. Waiting for whatever it is he decides to say.

“I take it I don’t need to learn all this shit?” He tosses the script at your feet and a quick glance tells you it’s from the cut scene.

“No, you don’t.” You admit, bending to pick it up and set it lightly on his vanity. “I’m sorry, Mister Laurent. I tried to convince them, but…”

“But you failed.” Jean spreads his arms across the back of the couch and eyes you with a scowl. “You let them cut the scene.”

“I’m sorry, I really tried.” You can feel your throat tightening, eyes burning. You’re not going to cry in front of your boss. You can’t cry in front of your boss.

“Did you?” There’s a single raised eyebrow.

“Yes! Yes, I—I really did.” You want to stomp your feet in annoyance, but acting like a toddler wouldn’t exactly be the most professional response. “I told them it would throw off the whole balance of the episode. That Joseph has too many lines to learn. That we’ve already bought the ingredients for the cheesecake and they won’t last until next week.”

With each word, your voice tightens and tears threaten at the back of your eyes. You keep your gaze firmly on your shoes, not wanting to see the look of annoyance he was almost certainly levelling at you.

“Sweetheart.” He sounds almost like he’s going to laugh, “are you about to cry?”

“No.” Your voice is as firm as it can be, but it still wavers. You can feel a traitorous tear escape you. Just to prove you a liar.

“What do you think I’m going to say to you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Tell you you’re shit at your job? Threaten to fire you? What. Tell me, what is it you’re expecting me to say?”

You can feel the tears tracking down your cheeks, nails digging into your palms. Your vision is blurred, your throat tight and aching as you hold back a full sob.

“I don’t know.” You grit out through your teeth.

“Come on, clearly you were expecting something. What was it?” He sounds almost breathless, but still demanding.

“That I’m useless.” The words push through your lips forcefully. “That I’m the worst. That you hate me. That you don’t want me as your assistant anymore. That it’s all my fault.”

“Why would it be your fault? Come on, say what you’re thinking, sweetheart.”

“Because it’s not yours.” Your brain seems to think the words after you’ve said them. You hadn’t even realised you’d felt this way. “It’s not your fault. You’re amazing. You’re such a good actor! You’re good in interviews, you're—”

You hiccup out a little sob, shoulders dropping as you let the stress of the day overwhelm you. You’re past the point of caring about crying in front of your boss. Now you just need to get the words out.

“You’re perfect. But they keep cutting your scenes and bumping your interviews and… it’s gotta be my fault. I’ve failed you. I try so hard, but I’m just not good enough. You deserve better.”

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Keep going.” His voice is a low moan and as it hits you, you become aware of a slick, rhythmic sound.

You raise your head, brushing just enough tears away to catch a momentary glimpse of Jean. He’s still on his couch, but now his legs are spread. His jeans are open, cock in his fist as he strokes himself.

Confusion, disgust, and arousal fight for pride of place in your stomach. He’s… getting off? To your tears? Or possibly your praise? This whole thing feels surreal. Like a fever dream.

“Mister Laurent…” Your voice shakes more than you’d hoped, hands shaking as you try to stifle your tears.

“Mmm sweetheart~” He sighs blissfully, “I love it when you call me that.”

“What are you…?” The sentence fades. It’s a stupid question. It’s pretty fucking obvious what he’s doing.

“Come here,” he points to the floor in front of him.

Your feet carry you over there, clinging to the last shreds of professionalism you have left. “Yes, Mister Laurent?”

You sniffle, wiping at your eyes a bit and trying to look professional. He simply scoffs at you and clicks his fingers, pointing to the floor.

“Kneel.”

You obey. His free hand reaches out and cups your cheek with a surprising gentleness. His thumb swipes across your lower lip before insistently pressing into your mouth. You part your lips for him, letting him slip his thumb in to tease your tongue.

“Your tears really do something for me, ya know.” He muses, replacing his thumb with two fingers. “Go on, suck.”

At this point, what else can you do? You close your lips around them and begin to suck. He groans, fist moving faster as he gets off to the sight of you crying before him.

“How long have you wanted this for?”

The question is jarring. How long… have you wanted this for? Wanted this? Him jacking off over you while you try to stop yourself from crying?

He chuckles at your surprise. “Come on, you think I haven’t seen the way you look at me? I’ve caught you watching me during costume changes.”

Your face burns. It isn’t untrue. You’ve had plenty of… unprofessional thoughts about Jean. Who wouldn’t? He’s handsome and flirty. But… you hadn’t realised you’d been so obvious about it.

“Oh sweetheart,” his voice is laced with a moan. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? I know you want this. I’m only giving you what you want. Tell me how much you want it.”

His fingers withdraw from your mouth and your lips fall open. You can hear yourself begging, your brain too fuzzy and disoriented to stop yourself.

“Please, Mister Laurent. Please, I’ve wanted this for so long. I need you, please!”

“A-ah, fuck sweetheart~”

You feel the warm splash of his cum on your cheeks, the taste of him dripping onto your tongue as your begs trail off into soft whimpers. The arousal has won out in your stomach, heat pooling between your thighs. You wait eagerly for your next order as he catches his breath.

Jean glances at you with a frown, waving a dismissive hand. “Go on, clean yourself up. You’re a mess. And call the director up, get him to put my baking scene back or you won’t have a job in the morning.”

You scramble out of the room, breathing a soft sigh of relief that everyone else has gone home for the night as you head to the bathroom to wash your face. What came over you? Letting him do that to you.

Sure, he's your boss. And sure, you’d thought about this sort of thing before. But why had you given in to it? It wasn’t like he would ever love anyone but himself.

You sigh, glancing in the mirror as you pat your face dry. “Stupid… So stupid…”

Your pager beeps. A message from your boss.

My dressing room. Tomorrow. 8pm.

There’s a pause and then—

Wear something nice.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun #crosspost

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Mine Truly - Part Two

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.

I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted anywhere even if you give credit. But please re-blog and comment. Thank you!

I am not a professional writer, so I am already saying sorry for any mistakes. Just so you know English is my fourth language, so please don’t be so hard on me. My stories are mostly written for adults and have mature topics.

Pairing: Dark Tony Stark x Desi (Indian) OFC

Summary: Tony Stark’s interest is awakened by a new feisty and strong Intern.

Warnings: dark fic, non con, manipulation, stalking, workplace harassment, misuse of power and money, desi ofc, dark Tony Stark

Part One

Everything written in cursive are thoughts (not said out loud).

Mine Truly - Part Two

No POV.

“Love, stop moving! I want to give you time to get to know me, but you are making it harder for me to control myself. Trust me, you don’t want to see me out of control. You are not ready for this side, yet.”

These words hunted her dreams that night. She woke up in sweat and panic, her heart was running a marathon and her body was shaking like a leaf. It was a nightmare but this time it was not something her brain made up but her reality.

Yesterday after Pepper left the room, she was alone with Tony and the few moments with him freaked her out. She prayed to her Shiv ji to keep her family and herself safe but for the first time she felt scared.

Scared of the man who was one of the most powerful and rich men on this earth. His forceful interest in her, made her fear for herself and she understood one thing for sure Tony won’t think twice to get her family involved.

A knock on the door startled her. “Mahi, bachcha everything okay? Even yesterday after work you were stressed and now you look like you had a bad dream.” Her mother spoke softly as she sat down beside her, touching her forehead lovingly.

“Ma, I had a nightmare, it felt too real.” She wiped her daughter’s hair out of her face. “Bachcha, it was only a bad dream. You are my strong girl.”

“I am not strong, mama. I am…” A sob left her lips, and the young, distressed woman hugged her mother.

“Of course, you are my strong girl, and I am not saying this because you are my daughter but because I have seen it with my own eyes. You have been so strong since your dad passed away. You let me grief and took care of us without complaining. I know it had been a very hard year and it was also my fault you had to take the responsibility of us. I feel like the past year I have been a failure as a mother.”

It broke her heart to hear her mother cry. “No, no, no… Mama don’t say that ever again! You are not a failure. I agree that the last year was horrible and losing Papa devastated all of us, but you still managed to be here for us. He was the love of your life, and I can’t imagine what you are going through, but you are also fighting every day to give us a good life.”

She wiped her mother’s tears away. ��Mama never say that you are weak or a failure because wherever Papa is, his soul won’t be happy or at peace seeing the only woman he ever loved, so sad and in pain all the time. I am not saying you should not grief or cry, but I want my happy and full of life mother back. Trust me Papa would want her back too.”

Both the mother and child held each other for the next few minutes. They broke apart and the older woman wiped her daughter’s tears and gave her a sad smile. “Okay, now tell me, did something happen yesterday? Because if I remember correctly you were very happy when you left for work, but when you came back, you were scared and angry at the same time.”

She turned around and stood up from her bed. “Mama it’s nothing. My boss, he is just very difficult, and you know how it is.” Her mother stood up. “Mahi, if he is making your work environment difficult and hard then you should complain and if it won’t change, you can still find another internship. You are an intelligent young woman, who can do whatever she wants. I know you want to help with the expenses, you want to contribute but not when you are not happy with your work.”

Mahi had tears in her eyes, it was like her dad was talking to her, telling her to be the person she wants to be. She hugged her mother again. “Thank you, Mama. I love you.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I love you too and now go get ready. Whatever you do or choose, I will be on your side.”

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Tony couldn’t sleep, because the dark hair and beautiful dark brown eyes of Mahi kept him awake. He was making his black coffee when Jarvis notified himself. “Sir, I found the documents you wanted. Do you want to see them now?”

Tony sat down in his chair and gave the A.I. the go. “Jarvis, I hope you have all the information I wanted too and don’t forget the medical record.”

“Sir I have mailed you the medical reports from Ms. Sharma’s family too. Ms. Sharma lives with her mother and a younger sister. Mr. Sharma died last year in his sleep and according to the reports it was a heart attack. Because of her father’s death Ms. Sharma rejected an internship in London.”

“Jarvis, show me their annual income and where does her mother work and do they have any loan to pay?”

Jarvis showed him all the documents, and Tony felt bad for his girl. Losing a parent was hard, he knew it from firsthand. For some reasons he didn’t like the thought of her being sad. Tony loved her fierce, strong, and stubborn nature.

“Jarvis, track her location and let me know when she leaves her place. I want a team to investigate the stealing matter, let Pepper know I will handle it from here and I want a meeting with her and Happy.”

Tony was drinking his coffee and going through Mahi’s Instagram account, screenshotting every photo he liked. But then a photo with a guy came up, making him angry.

“Find out who this guy is? I want his information and if he is her boyfriend, then I need to take care of it.”

Jarvis was going through the personnel data, choosing some of the best one for the team and a memo was sent to Pepper as well as a meeting confirmation for her and Happy.

Tony was still going on her social media accounts when his mobile rang, and Pepper’s name popped up.

“Tony, why are you handling the finance matter? I thought we were clear that we can’t trust any stranger who wants few minutes of fame.” Lately Pepper was pissing Tony off, she had forgotten who he really was.

“No, you made the decision without listening to that girl and you didn’t even want to talk about it. You know if I didn't know you, I would think you have a part in all the thievery.”

Pepper sighed in irritation. “Tony, are you fucking kidding me? You only care because you want that girl to warm your bed, but you know she isn’t your type? I am sure she won’t fall for your charm, and I am not sure if money is going to help either. I saw the way she looked at you and it was not in a good way.”

He threw his coffee mug on the floor. “Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Then let me remind you I am the one who made you the CEO of Stark Industry and it will take only one call to take everything you have worked so hard away.”

Pepper was shocked, he had never threatened her openly before. “Tony, you are threatening me because of a mere girl. Girls like her come and go but you can’t…”

“Stop. I don’t care what you think about her but in front of me you will not talk about her in a bad way. And Pepper darling, I was not threatening you, I was only reminding you of who I am. I am Tony Stark and don’t you ever forget that.”

Tony hung up without waiting for her reply. “Jarvis, send an Iron suit to Mahi’s house and report to me if there is anything I should know. Let me know when she arrives at the office.”

“Yes Sir.” Tony sat down on his white couch and closed his eyes. Mahi’s face appeared in front of him, her eyes full of fire. Her soft curves pressed against him and one of his hands pinned her arm behind her back. He dipped his head to her exposed neck and inhaled her sweet fragrance.

“Don’t…” Her voice trembled in desperation, but Tony didn’t know if it was out of fear or his affect on her.

His nose glided from her neck to her jaw without his lips touching her skin. “Are you scared, love?” Mahi opened her mouth to reply but he was called by Jarvis and his daydream of his darling was interrupted.

“Sir, Ms. Sharma has arrived.”

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The elevator stopped at her floor and walked straight to the small storage room. On my way she heard some whispers from others, but her mind wasn’t there with her. Mahi opened the door and was hit with cold air, but today the coldness of the room didn’t bother her much. She turned the light on and walked straight to the small table, putting her things on the chair.

Suddenly she had a weird feeling, it was the same one that she got when she was in the elevator with Tony Stark. She looked around the poorly lightened room as a shadow walked from the darkness into the light.

Tony Stark wore his thousands of dollars three-piece suit and his famous red colored glasses.

“Really? Sunglasses, here in this room, where you can’t even see more than the table.” She rolled her eyes and normally she would have screamed and ordered him to leave but she wasn’t stupid. Afterall it was his company, and he could literally go anywhere here.

“What can I say love, it’s fashion. You look lovely by the way even if you had not a good night sleep.” She angrily looked at him. “How the hell do you know that? Are you stalking me now? Or was one of your minions watching me?”

He smiled and moved the traitorous lock of hair behind her ear. “No love, your tired eyes and body language told me this. Mahi pushed his hand away. “And who is at fault for this?”

Tony couldn’t help but smirk at her question. “Oh, so now you are dreaming about me? Probably even thinking before you closed your eyes. I should confess too I couldn't sleep the whole night either and for the first time it was something or better to say someone else than my work to keep me from sleeping.”

Mahi angrily turned her back to him and folded her arms. “Nightmare! They were nightmares and don’t think for a second that I would have had anything else then nightmares of you.” A chuckle left his lips as he opened his coat buttons and stepped behind her.

Her mind and her body, both were tired and slowed her reaction time, so when he moved forwards and circled his strong arms around her small body and placed his chin on her shoulder. “Well, it’s a start. At least you have started thinking of me. In a few days the nightmare will turn into a sensual, horny wet dream.”

Mahi tried to prey his arms off her, he on the other hand loved her feisty side. Tony took her delicate skin between his teeth and bit it gently. He angled his face to her neck and started sucking her skin, leaving hickeys on her left side.

Her taste and her sweet smell put Tony in a euphoric state and his mind would still be clouded if she had not fought harder and got herself out of his grip. Mahi harshly turned around and pushed him away, but Tony caught her hand and kissed her fisted knuckles.

“Let me go, you psycho!” He laughed but still let her hands go and stepped back, buttoning his coat up.

“So, we have a date tonight. I will pick you up at 7 pm for dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant and after that we will go for a long drive. Darling I will see you later and I will drive you back home after work.” He walked back like nothing happened.

His behaviour fueled her anger more, and she couldn’t help but lash out at him. “That is not going to happen Mr. Stark. Not tonight or tomorrow or any other night. You really think I will go out with you? If so, then you don’t deserve the title of a genius.”

His hand froze at the door handle. “Careful love, don’t say anything that would get you in problems.” Tony faced back at her and took his glasses off. The playfulness and warmth he had before was gone, his cold brown eyes got darker and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Problems? You are my problem, why don’t you understand that I have no interest in you or in anything related to you. Since I met you the only thing you have done is to harass and misbehave with me. Just because you have money, you think you are a god, who can do whatever he wants without any consequences?”

“Mahi don’t. Love, you are going to make me angry and trust me you don’t want to see that side of mine. And yes, I can do whatever I want. Afterall I am Tony Stark, a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and on the top Iron Man. But if you want me to be your God, I will happily take up the role.”

Mahi fisted her hands in anger. “You will be nothing to me, not even if you are the last man on earth. You arrogant bastard.”

“I wanted to give you time and do it the right way, but you lost that option and now you will learn it the hard way. You just said even if I am the last man on earth, I will be nothing to you, but now I am going to be the only man you will have. I will make sure that my way is the only way you take.”

He ripped the door open and left the small room, leaving a very disturbed and angered Mahi behind.

#dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #dark marvel #desi ofc #indian #harrassment #stalking #dark fic #mine truly #tony x ofc

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ceasarslegion · 2 years

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while i wait for my totally legal copy of Boy (2010) to download im thinking about how bad experiences seem to outweigh good ones in the human psyche.

Thing is, ive never had any sort of sales or retail job before now. I mostly worked in various forms of journalism, security, and as a classroom assistant in an elementary school for a hot minute. I was on my feet a lot for all of those, but I’ve never worked in an environment where the people my work effected did not want to talk to me. Interactions always have a mutually agreed-upon purpose in those other jobs, y’know? Door to door sales is pretty just being a professional harasser and retail greeting feels very one-sided even though it’s not harassment because people who walk into a store actually want to be there.

But management wise, I’ve had night and day differences between my last job and this one even though I’m green as hell. My last manager was a sigma male grindset type, which is the best way I can describe it. He worked us from 11 til 9 every day, would tell us we were disappointing and it was our own faults if we struggled to pay the bills because we should have uh,,, pitched harder, I guess? And if we didn’t make at least a thousand each in our commission payouts, not even a thousand for the company, he demanded our weekends as well even though they were supposed to be optional in our contracts. I only got direct praise from him one time, all other times were criticism. And I did not realize until now how much of my built-up job confidence that utterly destroyed in me.

I don’t wanna sound too vain here, but I should be confident in my ability to do my job well. I went to school full time and worked 2 jobs at the same time in uni. No one who isn’t good at what they do juggles all that and still comes out of it with a kickass GPA and both employers praising them endlessly on their reliability and hard work on their last days at work. No one who shouldn’t feel confident in their abilities does all that and still has free time, yet I was always out with my friends doing something or other. And I didn’t feel like I took work home with me. It began when I clocked in and I left any stress from the day at the door on my way out, which is how it should be, right? That’s what confidence in your own abilities does: “I will deal with these non-time sensitive stressors when I’m back, because I know I can deal with this when I’m back.”

And my first day at my new job objectively went very well for someone with no retail storefront experience. There is no reason for me to be as anxious as I am here. I didn’t have any bad interactions with customers, I didn’t fuck up any recommendations, I didn’t try to take on more than I could handle and I communicated what I needed help with to my coworkers and manager. I was actually told that I was doing fantastic. There is no reason for me to be anxious. It went great when I was the newest I would ever be, that first shift was a busy rushy weekend one, and I will only get better over time. If I can handle that, I can handle anything right?

It’s that couple weeks I had with a terrible boss in an awful work environment that told me it was my fault if customers didn’t like me, that I didn’t deserve weekends if I didn’t make enough money regardless of how hard I worked, pit us all against each other and negatively compared our sales numbers to our peers instead of encouraging teamwork, and thought pre-field pep talks involved implying that leaving for retail or fast food was a lazy and cowardly way out. Thing is, it’s not a bad thing to have workplace competition, but it should be on friendly terms and for the purpose of highlighting the winner’s achievements instead of bringing down everybody else by going “why aren’t you more like them?” This position feels like the former, but my last job felt like the latter. The anxiety is coming from that.

It’s weird how one bad experience can feel like a bat swung at the foundation of this grand tower of all your positive ones. It takes time and effort to fix the damage it does, but in the meantime it’s like all your confidence evacuates until it’s safe to go back in again.

#some thoughts #shut up dames

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Always Practice Safe Hex - Scene Rewrite

First, it is important to note that I LOVE this series. I adore this book. I have reread this series a few times this year. Ruben and Jules get their HEA this October and I am dying to read it. I did, however, have a small quibble with one scene. I get, for plot reasons, why the scene played out, for plot reasons, the way it did in the book...for plot reasons. But, I did not love it. I wanted to... fix it up a bit. If you have not read Always Practice Safe Hex by Juliette Cross, I highly recommend it.

So anyway, here is the scene in the workroom with the oily boss, written a bit differently. CW: Harassment in the workplace - this is taken from the harassment scene in the novel. I did not add significantly to the source material, but if the book was uncomfortable in this scene, my tweak will be uncomfortable as well.

Anyway, enjoy? Let me know what you thought of this scene and feel free to reach out and scream with me about it. Because I have some thoughts!! -------------------------------

Again, I push all my influence into my words, “get off me, Robert.” Again, the magic does not come. My voice sounds timid and weak. I shiver as the warmth of magic, a constant companion in my life since I could remember, leaves me. For the first time since I came into my powers, I feel true helplessness.

The ticking of the clock is too loud, the bitter smell of old coffee on Robert’s breath too sour, the air in the room too cold. The room is far away, but the details are clear.

Robert runs his hand up my arm. The hot, moisture from his touch pulls me back into my body and the dread of knowing he could sever my connection with my magic permanently and I could not do anything to stop it. “Look how hard your fear makes me,” Robert growls into my ear, his body pressed against mine.

Dark magic caresses my skin and I draw even further into myself, trying to retreat but finding no place for escape. Robert smiles at my retreat and licks his lips before saying, “Would you like to play a game, little mouse?”

Another pulse of dark magic pushes against me, this time demanding and determined. This pulse tastes like the burning, smooth taste of aged bourbon and wraps around me with unexpected warmth. For a moment, I am frozen before, rather than fear, I draw strength from the dark magic surrounding me. I sneak a glance at Robert, he hasn’t noticed. Of course, he hasn’t noticed. It isn’t his power I am drawing from and he is too focused on me to notice the new power in the room.

Livonia.

My name is a plea, but the mind opening the connection between us is not desperate; it is angry and brutal.

Gareth? Gareth? I repeat, praying that I hadn’t imagined my grim here.

Unleash Hell, is the only response before the mental connection is severed. I am shaking with fear and confusion, he’s ended the connection before I could tell him that my magic was failing, that I was powerless.

“You will answer me,” Robert snaps, “you will answer, ‘yes, sire,’ to whatever I request. Understand?”

“Ye..,” I start to answer when that deliciously smooth magic presses against me again, insistent. Though it isn’t the sunny warmth of a late spring day that accompanies my Earth-gifted magic, this dark power, Gareth’s power, does warm and strengthen me. It seems to envelop me and also demand something from me.

Robert’s smile has turned cruel, “I am sorry, Livvy.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, “I will have to reprimand you…” Robert keeps speaking, but Gareth’s power has begun threading through me, demanding and urgent, pulling me from Robert’s gentle and calm reprimand.

If I could have a moment to breathe, to think, I could get my magic back. I need Robert to back off!! Or maybe Gareth could step in any time now, surely he has noticed my power isn’t working, and didn’t he just tell me that he was some super powerful grim?

“What the fuck?” Robert snarls. I snap my head to where his voice sounded from across the room. Robert is no longer pinning me, but next to the door, trying to walk toward me and seemingly unable.

I look around the room until my eyes land on Gareth. He is leaning against the wall, looking cool as ever but his body is tense, aware. He flashes me one of his rare and heartbreakingly beautiful smiles, at the same time I am momentarily overcome by a heady rush of his power flowing, calling for blood, craving death, whispering dark promises. As quickly as it pushes it, it is pulled back, my own magic returning, strong and present as ever.

I look back at this man, this wonderful, incredible powerful man with my jaw hanging open like a fool. “Did you just..? How…? Is that even possible?”

“You have something you need to handle before we have that conversation,” he says smoothly, his eyes alight with amusement.

#juliette cross #always practice safe hex #fix it fic #livonia x gareth #livvy x gareth #trying to write again #its been a while #its a bit of a mess #fanfiction #for a quiet fandom

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Great Customer Experience Starts with Great Employee Experience

Tutorials & tips about Video & Content Marketing.

If you only get three things from this blog post, one would be, you can’t fool your customers if your employees aren’t happy.

We recently did a project for a company in San Diego where the company was not delivering on their brand promise, and then expecting marketing to try to solve it by papering over it.

You can’t have employees that are grumbling and grumpy and don’t like their job and still deliver an excellent product with excellent customer experience. You can probably deliver a mediocre product and a mediocre customer experience, but without that true employee journey being as good as it can be, you’re not going to get there. You’re not going to get their above and beyond, their creative thinking in their free time because they love their job. Their passion is going to be missing.

This is not a Human Resources responsibility. What we are talking about here is a positive employee experience on a day-to-day basis, which HR does not have any control over. We’re not talking about the annual retreat, and how fun is that sexual harassment training, and do we all get bonuses at the right timeframe. This stems from something in the workplace called Team Alignment and Psychological Safety.

What Does Great Employee Experience Have To Do With Great Customer Experience?

Absolutely everything! Here’s a simple definition: team alignment is the team’s ability to work together and learn from each other. As researchers have tried to study and measure this trait, they have settled on the term “psychological safety” and defined it as having four key domains or areas that can be assessed:

Attitude to risk & failure: does the team see failure as a necessary byproduct of growth and innovation? Or is it punished and avoided at all costs?

Open conversation: do team members feel comfortable expressing concerns and reservations as they work together? Can they learn from one another and hear constructive feedback in the spirit it is intended?

Willingness to help: Does the team have a spirit of being “in this together” and do they easily pick up slack for the benefit of the whole? Does this shake out fairly or do some team members take advantage of others?

Inclusivity: Does the team work hard to ensure all perspectives are represented, even from those who are not always first to speak?

The Benefits of Psychological Safety

People want to come to work at a place where they have these four qualities so they feel included. They want to know they can fail in front of each other without repercussions.

Can I say to my boss, “I think that’s a terrible idea. It’s probably going to flop and or I want to try this thing that might flop.” Are you going to punish me for it? An environment rich in psychological safety fosters attitudes of “I like the people I work with”, “I feel trusted and respected, and I can get my job done.”

So again, not HR stuff, but middle manager kind of stuff. This is what makes teams work well together. The pain points of misaligned teams, people who hate coming to work and they’re not working well together are plainly visible. When you fix it, it works.

If you ask a CEO, what makes people stay, they’ll spit out a list about salary raises and bonuses and PTO all these HR things. And if you ask people, in a lot of exit interview surveys, for example, why do you leave? They talk about all the things about psychological safety.

Sure, employees need to have benefits, a good salary, and baseline advancement opportunities, but those aren’t the ante for staying in the game. After that, employee experience and employee satisfaction are the above and beyond things. If you look at the research about employee satisfaction and why they stay at their jobs and employee engagement, it really comes down to “I like working on my team.”

Asking your employees to start going above and beyond for your customers requires you to start going above and beyond for your employees.

From Employee Experience to Customer Experience

You can see we’ve connected the dots from Team Alignment to Employee Experience. Now we can connect the next dot from Employee Experience to Customer Experience. Happy employees make happy customers. If you care about CX, you must care about employee experience; if you care about a positive employee experience, you must care about team dynamics. These can be measured through this concept of psychological safety.

Employees are not going to be able (or willing) to do more, unless they’re getting more, and these are low costs. There isn’t a capital investment necessary for people to feel like they can have open conversations on their teams. It’s about setting an expectation with managers, holding them accountable, and finding ways to qualitatively survey your employees monthly or quarterly in an anonymous way where they can tell you whether or not they feel good about these four qualities.

Don’t employees always want more? Yes. There will be individuals that are satisfied at a lower bar. Then, there will be individuals that are never happy and will leave no matter how awesome you are. But what we’re trying to do is get that bell curve where most employees feel safe and heard and challenged.

Taking Customer Experience from Good to Great

When we think about what makes a customer experience go from good to great, it’s about a bunch of soft skills. It’s about listening to your customers. It’s about focus grouping; it’s about taking the time to journey map where there might be pain points that they’re not telling us.Moderate or mediocre average CX comes from solving known pain points, while excellent CX comes from uncovering unknown pain points. That takes the effort of digging for problems that did not present themselves to you.

If you’ve got employees that feel like they understand their mission and the mission of the company culture is aligned to CX, tell them:

“We trust you to innovate. We’re not going to slap you on the wrist. If you dig up a problem, it’s not necessarily going to be your problem to solve. We’re going to be in this together.”

Can we guarantee improving the employee experience is going to improve the CX? I don’t know that one could guarantee that. However, I can guarantee you can’t get to a good CX or a great CX without a great employee experience.

Great CX is digging up problems that your customer is not telling you about. Employees aren’t going to dig for problems without a level of comfort that comes from a good employee experience.

Great CX Is Digging Up Problems That Your Customer Is Not Telling You About.

Great CX is about taking up problems your customers maybe haven’t told you about yet.

The real crux of this problem is that no employee is going to go looking for problems if they’re afraid it will make more work for them. They have to know whatever work comes out of it will be distributed fairly. We want our employees to be motivated to go above and beyond and to really have that sense of “CX is my job”. Great CX requires every employee to feel, “This is my job”, regardless of their job title, or where they sit in the organization.

Whose Job is Customer Experience?

The best CX has all-in employees who take CX as their job very seriously.

Think about the stores that provide a great customer experience, and anyone on the floor will help you. You never get an attitude of, “Oh, that’s not my department” kind of thing. Think about how this translates to an individual’s motivation: “What motivates me to make CX part of my job?”

Daniel Pink’s book Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us, provides a framework of autonomy, mastery and purpose. Those are the things that get individuals up in the morning to change the way they’re doing something.

A lot of companies will never achieve great customer experience until they go through this painful process of internal change management. It has to be done at many different managerial and operational levels, culture on down, and everything all-in to change the course of that massive ship. Until that gets done, all the new software, all the new training programs to make their CX meaningfully better is going to fail.

If a CEO heard a high-priced consultant prescribe that medicine, a very likely response would be, “You’re absolutely right. We need a companywide two-day retreat. We’re going to hire the best Human Resources culture trainer to do a thing.” No, no, no. That is not what you need.

Set Up Psychological Safety for Great Employee Experience

It is a bottom up, almost like one-to-one combat kind of thing. Survey all the teams that work together, find the teams that are not working well. Go to that manager and work on team alignment and say, “These qualities you didn’t score high on, let’s talk about it and train on the ones that are the worst.”

Be open to setting these expectations. Say you are open to failure, and that you’re going to have open conversations like these. Bottom-up solutions that don’t come down from above.

Ask questions like, “How is this working for you?”, “How does this team feel to you?”.Your employees will tell you. Honestly they’re dying for you to know these answers. Undeniably they will tell you, if they have a safe place to do it. Thus try an anonymous survey or some other mechanism. And if they think something’s going to come out of it.

Isn’t Psychology Safe the Same Thing as Trust?

We bring this up again because people ask, “Isn’t that just trust?” No.

Trust is typically between two individuals. I can trust you, but when you and I go to the UX team meeting, if there’s a trust dynamic in that room where everyone can trust each other and enjoy having coffee together in the conference room.

The way the team operates is its own personality; it’s a culture of that little team. So, think of the trust element of a team dynamic as opposed to all the different individual dynamics.

What Next?

Take a hard look at your organization, across all departments and assess — really use a process that gathers unbiased data — to assess the degree of whether each team’s dynamics are broken or running like a well-oiled machine.

Use that knowledge to formulate a plan to improve the areas in the worst shape, with an open mind to determine what degree of change management is probably required. This isn’t easy.

Create your UX task force (much better word than “committee”) to establish their group’s culture, process, goals, expectations, and accountability. Publicize this internally for all to see. Remember, CX is everyone’s job!

If needed, seek guidance and outside expertise at any stage of the process. Great CX is not a destination, it is a journey that has the potential to surprise and delight your most disgruntled customers. This flows to the bottom line.

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Colour Me Red

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Oral sex, allusions to smut, suggestive talking, kinda workplace harassment but not really, boss and employee relationship, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is for my jaan Lexi’s 700 Challenge. Congratulations baby girl @bluemusickid , you deserve this and so so much more. Every day I live in awe of you and can only love you more. I’ve chosen the colour Red for this challenge.

Most people arrived at work early to impress their boss. You came early to avoid yours. Every morning was a race to dress up faster so that you could be out before he pulled up at your place to give you a ride. When you’d started working at the Avengers Compound, you thought your biggest problem would be alien attacks or spontaneous combustion. Yet, here you were, being pursued by your boss who was the very embodiment of the hounds of hell.

Captain Steve Rogers, for all his brilliance, was a man unaccustomed to being told no. At one word from him, agents would run in the field and fight a battle of their lives. He was respected and revered, his beautiful visage both an endearing and terrifying symbol. However, all you wanted was for him to leave you alone.

The first time you’d met him, Steve had taken one look at you and said, “I am going to fuck you”. You had gaped at him in disbelief, wondering if this was the true Captain America. You had almost gone back home, intent on finding another job but you needed the money and well, there were so many others around, how often would your paths cross with him?

Turns out, a lot. You had applied for the PR secretary position for Natasha, so imagine your surprise when you showed up for work and were told that you’ll be working for Steve Rogers. In retrospect, you should have quit that day, but the pay was far too good. You had ignored sleazy men before, how difficult could it be to ignore Steve’s advances?

From the very first day, Steve didn’t bother to hide his interest. He offered you a seat in his office, but only after you pointedly ignored his offer to sit on his lap. He had rolled his eyes playfully, explaining your role and duties before dismissing you.

“Walk slow, I want to have a good view of that ass.”

Months later now, you could say it was a well-versed routine. He would flirt with you and you’d kindly remind him about appropriate workplace practices. He would bring you flowers, and you’d pass it on to the old lady who sat behind the reception. You almost wanted to thank him, for it was because of him you’d become a pro at running in high heels.

Arranging your documents, you waited for Steve to arrive. He won’t be happy knowing he has a press conference today. You’d typed out his speech, he only needed to say it into the camera without looking constipated.

“You evaded me again today.” Steve greeted you, entering and taking his seat behind his desk. You met his eyes, unimpressed. He never gave up, did he?

“Good morning Captain Rogers.” You said with a smile, handing him the papers that he took with a wince.

“You don’t call me Captain Rogers in my dreams.” He casually said, going over the planned interview. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him the best you could. It would be a lie to say you didn’t find Steve attractive, but you were not about to sleep with your boss.

“Can you please stick to the script this time and not call the government a piece of shit organization who are greedy, racist, bigots?” You asked, not wanting another disaster management situation on your hands.

“Spot me the lie darling.” Steve said, smiling. He threw the papers on the desk, leaning back to look at you with a fond look in his eyes. “You need to let me drive you here someday. Or I’m gonna camp outside your house so you can’t run away.”

You flush, averting your gaze. God, why did he need to be so beautiful with such gorgeous eyes?

“Can you give it a rest until the press conference? I have a lot on my hands.” You said, rubbing your temples tiredly. Steve frowned, his eyes lingering over the dark circles under your eyes before getting up and coming around the desk to stand behind you, his large hands gently taking your shoulders and kneading. A soft moan escaped you, your bunched muscles relaxing under his touch.

You leaned back farther, your head meeting his firm stomach. His fingers splayed over your collarbones, heal of the hand pressing into the soft juncture where your neck met the shoulder. Groaning, you relaxed yourself, letting Steve massage the stiffness out of your body. Slowly, he leaned down, mouth right next to your ear.

“Imagine the kind of sounds you’ll make when you’re under me.” He breathed, pressing the softest of kisses on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you shot up, putting some distance between you. Steve grinned, taking in your labored breath with interest.

“Captain Rogers” You warned, taking a step back when he took one towards you.

“Say my name.” He demanded, walking purposely towards you until you crashed against the wall. Leisurely closing the distance between you both, he caged you with his hands, leaning in close. You gulped as he got into your space, his breath fanning over your heated cheeks and eyes turning liquid.

“This is inappropriate.” You said, blinking and looking away. You were scared his super senses would smell the arousal pooling between your thighs, warming your core. Steve chuckled, dipping his head as if to kiss you but stopping short.

“I’ll let it go today, since you’ll be screaming it soon enough. Why don’t you go and edit the speech, hmm? I want that part about thanking the government for their cooperation struck.” He smelled like sin, the musky aftershave he always wore clinging to your pores and infusing in your scent.

Smiling a little at the deer caught in the headlights look in your eyes, Steve pushed away from you and flicked your forehead playfully. He turned and walked back to his desk, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as your stumbled out of his office after hastily collecting your papers. Every time you thought you’d gotten used to his advances, Steve would reduce you to a bundle of nerves with a few well chosen words.

Persistent little fucker.

If he didn’t show up in five more minutes, you’ll have a coronary. The reporters were already waiting for him, and you still needed to debrief Steve about the changes you had made. Left to his own devices, he’d unapologetically curse the government out and call out their crap with Bucky and Sam cheering from the sidelines. Again. That had been a nightmare.

“Where is he?” Jacob asked. He looked frazzled, looking worriedly at Tony from across the room. His boss was just as likely as yours to cause a scandal during a press conference and when they sat together, a shit storm was definitely on its way.

“I have no fucking idea!” You swore, running a hand through your hair and hoping your makeup hadn’t run off. You’d be sitting at the podium beside Steve, ready to kick his shin at the first moment he went off script. Jacob shot you a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder, his hairline glittering with sweat.

“One day I’ll quit this job and be a professional troll just to roast these assholes. Oh god, where the hell is he?” You bemoaned.

“Right here.”

You turn around, finding Steve striding towards you. The frustration in your eyes melted as you looked him over, the crisp navy blue suit fitting his body in a way that saliva pooled under your tongue. Shaking your head, you wagged a finger at him, trying your best to give him an angry frown instead of fuck me eyes.

“You’re the reason I’ll get greys so early in my life.” You scolded. Steve, however, lost his smirk. His eyes were trained hard on you, eyebrows turning in as if deeply disappointed. When his eyes met yours, you unconsciously stepped back and stumbled into Jacob. You knew Steve had a temper, but that anger had never been directed so harshly at you before.

“What the fuck?” He hissed from between clenched teeth. You blinked in surprise, completely at a loss of words about why he was suddenly so angry. You exchanged a bemused look with Jacob who was inching away from you, eager to be out of sight of the fire that was so obviously burning in the captain’s eyes.

Gulping nervously, you peered at him and cleared your throat. “Captain Rogers?” Your voice was soft and confused, and yet it only seemed to incense Steve more. He made a deep rumbling sound in his chest before grabbing you by your arm and pulling you away with him. You protested, trying to steer him back towards the conference but you were no match for his strength. He remained silent as you tried to loosen his grip on your arm, alarm evident in your voice at this unexpected aggression.

He brough you back to his office, pushing you in before he shut the door with a loud bang that would be sure to scare off anyone who might have wanted to step in and save you. Facing him in bewilderment, you opened your mouth to ask him what the fuck had gotten into him when he raised a hand in warning.

“If I hear ‘Captain Rogers’ pass one more time from your lips, I’ll shut you up in a way that will leave your throat sore for days.” He growled. Your breath hitched, fear and thrill spreading like venom through your blood as he prowled towards you, completely masculine and yet feline in his approach. Your legs refused to follow your command to move away and stayed rooted to their spot, trembling when Steve was standing right before you.

“Say my name.” He whispered. You licked your lips, eyes locked with his as his name passed your lips for the first time ever.

“Steve”

It was barely audible and yet you could see the shiver that ran down Steve’s body, a victorious growl expelled from his throat and suddenly you were pulled flush to his chest, his lips enveloping yours and branding a searing kiss on your lips. You gasped into his mouth, clutching his shoulders to keep steady on your legs that had turned to jelly.

“You dare,” Steve said, pulling away to glare at you, “you dare wear that shade of sin on your mouth in front of the world?”

It took you a moment, brain still in shock from the intimate embrace you’d just came out from when you registered what he said. Taking in his words along with the red that bled from your mouth to his, you sputtered in indignation.

“Did you drag me in here because I wore a red lipstick?!” You asked, slapping his chest to push him away. Steve, unhappy with your ire, pulled you closer still and slowly traced the curve of your bottom lip, pulling back his thumb to show you your lipstick that sat in stark contrast to his pale skin.

“My girl doesn’t go out looking like this in front of the world.” He countered. You scowled, twisting in his hold so you could knock some sense into the sexist bastard.

“I won’t be policed by somebody who regularly wear three sizes too small t-shirts to fuck with my ovulation cycle deliberately. And what the fuck does it mean ‘looking like this’? What do I look like to you Captain Rogers?” You sassed, breathing heavily.

Steve fisted your chair, tilting your head back as he possessively ran his nose down your neck and sniffed appetitively. “Looking like this, like the forbidden fruit that caused man to fall. You are already my undoing, do you wish to cause a war looking as tempting as this?”

Anger that had boiled in your gut disappeared as if doused by water. Maybe you were still pissed at being treated this way, but the heat that simmered deep in your bones overpowered it. His words set your heart on fire, a raging desire you rarely let yourself feel near him sending you straight into his arms, your head buried in his massive chest that cradled you close. Oh so close.

“There are ten different things I have to say to you about what just happened here, but I’ll do it later when my sanity has returned to me.” You said and Steve chuckled, his arms around you strong like boulders.

“If my kisses alone drove you insane, you’ll be a puddle of dumb mess after I’m done with you.” He huskily whispered in your ear and your core pulsed, a warm gush flooding your panties. This man would be the death of you. For months you’d fought the urge to let him fuck you on his desk and in the elevator, trying your best to overlook this eye fucks and flirting only to end up in his arms, right where he had prophesized you belong the moment he clapped eyes on you.

You didn’t believe in destiny, but then again Steve Rogers didn’t need a divine force to interfere on his behalf to get him what he wants. This moment had been building for a while now, like a volcano threatening to erupt until it finally did, encasing those close to it in scalding layers of passion and sin and love.

“I love this shade but just this once, I’ll make an exception. I’ll wipe it off.” You conceded. This was not you accepting defeat, just a compromise. There was much left to talk about and discuss, but you had a hoard of reporters waiting for the good captain to make his big speech.

You reached for the napkins on his desk, intent in quickly wiping your lipstick off when Steve grabbed you to himself again, cupping your face.

“Oh no honey, that trace of desire won’t stain a piece of paper. The only place its going to be is smeared on my cock. On your knees.” He ordered, very much like he did on the field. And yet, the order was as much a request. You could say no and drag him to the conference right now with no consequences. He was the same man who came by every morning to give you a ride despite knowing you’d already have left. He was the same man who cheekily rolled his eyes when you snubbed his affections, and yet never said a mean word to you. What would it feel like, marking this exemplary man with your colour, knowing as he walked that he was coloured in you?

You sank to the floor, hands already working to free his cock from the confines of his pants. Steve looked at you, letting you do everything, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. Peering up at him, you marveled at the fact that it took so long to have you here like this.

“You could launch a thousand ships even on your knees.” He said.

Your lips pressed against the head of his cock, kissing him delicately. Steve jerked at the first touch, digging his fingers in your flesh when you licked him from head to base, suckling lightly, teasingly. You adored the noises that escaped him, loving that he didn’t even think of hiding them from you. When it came to desire, Steve Rogers didn’t mince his words.

His cock was beautiful, silken and hard in your fist and on your tongue. He tasted like the sea after a storm, salty and electric, dangerous and beautiful. Loving him this way came easy, and though you hadn’t had much experience with cocks as big as his, you were determined to show him your feelings with a gusto. Running your tongue along his slit with an impish grin, you swallowed him deep, humming to send vibrations up his length. Had your mouth not been stretched around him, you would have smiled wide at the curse he just yelled.

Picking up your pace, you bobbed your head and rolled his balls, getting high on his taste and sounds as he came undone in your mouth, spilling his essence that went thickly down your throat and ended with a moan from both of you. Pulling away, you saw his member streaked with the red traces of your lipstick and an animalistic possessiveness swelled in your chest. You marked him.

Steve helped you stand up, kissing you deep as he seemed unable to utter anything at the moment. You reveled in his touch, holding him close and wiping the stray tear that was lingering at the corner of your eye.

“You know its love, don’t you?” He asked you softly, the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him.

Was this love? Was it love when you’d secretly smile at his fixation with you? Was it love that you always kept a flower from his bouquets before passing it on to the old lady? Was it love when you could read his tiredness in the lines of his forehead and make his coffee stronger? Maybe it was. Maybe it was love because there was no other way you’d have went on your knees to worship a man. Unknowingly, in accepting every ‘no’ you threw his way, he had earned your ‘yes’. In forsaking the access to your body, you had gifted him your heart. Holding his gaze, you pressed your lips to his palm, smiling.

“It is love.”

“Mr. Stark, where is Captain Rogers?” A reporter asked. “Wasn’t he supposed to be a part of this conference?”

Jacob groaned, kicking Tony’s shin repeatedly to no avail. He wished he could slap a hand on his boss’s mouth and drag him away, because the glint in Tony’s eyes meant that he would be working damage control for the next coming weeks.

“Rogers, you ask?” Tony said grinning, his face alight in mischief. “Friday just gave me some million dollar worth information on that, and I am proud to announce to the public that the world’s oldest virgin just got his dick wet.”

Banging his head on the desk in the view of the clambering reporters, Jacob cursed you and your libido that had ruined him.

“Why couldn’t they wait until after the conference?” He moaned, jumping out and almost tackling Tony who was about to give the media some ‘video proof’. “Oh no you don’t Mr. Stark, you sir are on time out. I’ll be reporting you to Miss Potts!”

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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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5 times geralt wrote jaskiers name wrong on his coffee cup plus 1 time he didnt need to: part 1

its @natskier‘s birthday and hhh nat fucking slaps and her birthday fic accidentally became a 5+1 and yeah. here's part 1.

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ship: geraskier, modern

warnings: lamberts a bitch, geralt has feelings, jaskiers a little shit

editing: yes

words: 1.1k

genre: slow burn adjacent cause the boys are hella fucking impatient oops

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“Geralt! Get your bitch ass up here and work the register!”

Geralt didn't even bother opening the door of the breakroom. “Fuck your boyfriend when you’re not on the clock!”

The door to the breakroom swung open and a very disgruntled Lambert glared down at him, arms crossed over his chest. One of his bright red curls fell out of his bun and hit him in the eye. Geralt had to hold his hand in front of his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“If you paid attention, you’d know that Aiden is out of town. I’m going to the bank to get change you fucking piss biscuit.” Lambert pointed at him angrily. “If you burn the place down it’s coming out of your damn paycheck.”

Geralt groaned as the door slammed shut behind Lambert, but he still got up and walked begrudgingly to the front. Getting fired by his father would have been nothing short of embarrassing.

He made sure that his apron was tied correctly as he walked up to the register. Eskel was making the drinks, which was the job that Geralt usually preferred because it involved less interaction with the customers. But Lambert really hadn’t given him much of an option.

The bell above the door chimed and Geralt put on his best customer service smile.

“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee, what can I get for you?”

“Just a black coffee. Large. Dark roast”

Geralt punched the order into the register without looking up. Then he grabbed a cup off of the stack, pulled the sharpie from behind his ear and scribbled the order on the side. The routine was so familiar he could probably do it in his sleep. Not that he would ever admit that though because then Lambert would definitely try to get him to do it.

“Name?” he asked, still not looking up.

Whatever the customer said got lost in the noise of the shop.

“Could you repeat that?” Geralt asked, looking up for the first time and holy fuck.

The man standing at his register was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. He had dark brown hair that was falling in his bright blue eyes and the little smile on his face that showed off his dimples made Geralt nearly melt. It took all of his willpower to not drop the cup in his hand and keep his eyes on the man’s face instead of the bit of chest hair peeking out from his scandalously unbuttoned, peach colored shirt. It was almost like he was tryingto make him swoon.

“Jasper.”

Or at least that was what Geralt thought that he said. Eskel chose that exact moment to knock over a sack of espresso beans.

Geralt clumsily scrawled his name on the cup. Seeing that Eskel was otherwise occupied and he didn't want to keep the attractive man waiting, Geralt went to grab him his coffee. It wasn't like there were any other customers waiting.

Geralt filled the cup, double and triple checking that he had the right roast before sliding the order across the counter.

“Jasper!” he called out.

The attractive man was standing on his phone, not making any move to come and get his coffee.

“Jasper!” Geralt called out again, hoping to get his attention.

Still nothing. The man was scrolling like his life depended on it and it honestly didn't help that he had the cutest look of concentration on his face: slightly furrowed brows and an adorable frown line creasing his forehead.

“Hey,” Geralt said. “Your coffee’s ready.”

This time the man looked up, slightly surprised to see Geralt holding out the cup.

“Is that mine?” He asked, gesturing to the cup.

Geralt nodded. “Large black dark roast.”

“But you didn't call out my name,” the man said, crossing his arms.

“Yes I did.” Geralt cocked his head in confusion. “Twice.”

The man took the cup from him skeptically, spun it until he could see the name that Geralt had written on it and laughed.

“Well darling,” he said. “I didn't respond because my name isn't Jasper.”

Geralt spluttered, momentarily distracted by the fact that such an attractive person had just called him darling. He tried desperately to ignore the swell of heat in his stomach. “But you said-”

“I didn't say Jasper.” The man took a sip of his coffee and tried and failed not to wince. Geralt didn't blame him. Black coffee was terrible. “I guess I’ll just have to come back tomorrow and remedy this issue, won’t I, uh,” the man squinted at his name tag, “Gerald.”

“That’s not-”

“Oh I know,” the man smiled, taking another large gulp of his disgusting coffee. This time he couldn't hide the wince at all. “I’ll get your name right when you get mine right.”

And then he had the audacity to turn and walk out of the shop. Without putting any milk or sugar in his coffee, Geralt couldn't help but note.

Geralt stared transfixed at the door that the man had just walked out of. What the hell had just happened?

Unluckily for him, he didn't have much time to ponder that because Lambert walked through the very same door not two seconds later.

“What happened, pretty boy?” Lambert asked, opening the drawer of the cash register and putting in the change that he had gotten. “Did that door tell you that your hair looks terrible straightened? Cause I’ve been telling you that for at least the last three years.”

Geralt opened his mouth to respond but Eskel beat him to it.

“A hot guy came in and ordered and Geralt wrote his name wrong on the cup.”

Geralt turned away from the door to hide his blush. The way that Eskel said it made it sound so much worse than it was. It had been an honest mistake! It wasn't his fault that Eskel had dropped the damn espresso beans right when he had said his name!

Lambert tisked disapprovingly. “Of course the one time you manage to find someone who actually likes that mop on your head, you don't even manage to learn his name. Now I can’t stalk him on Instagram! Geralt, you really need to be more considerate of these things.”

Geralt threw an empty cup at him.

“Fuck off, you know I’m right!” Lambert groaned. “And I could get you written up for harassment in the workplace! What if you injured me and I couldn't work anymore, huh?”

“Lamb, it was a paper cup,” Geralt sighed. “And considering our dad is our boss, he would have seen straight through your dramatics.”

Thankfully, any further retorts from Lambert were cut off by the bell above the door ringing.

“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee what can….”

Geralt used the distraction to slip back into the break room. He still had another 10 minutes left on his break and he fully intended to use them to mope over the fact that an attractive man had shown actual interest in him and he’d somehow managed to not get his name.

Lambert would never let him live this down.

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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The Price You Pay Chapter 4: Breach

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader, Senator!Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements, Dub-Con, Dark!Fic, Abuse of Legal System, Murder, Character Death (minor, possibly major), Love Triangle, Political AU, Mafia AU, Workplace Sexual Harassment, Abuse Mentions, Possessive/Obsessive Characters, Other Chapter-Specific Warnings May Apply, Possible Dead Dove: Would Not Eat

Chapter Warnings: Angst; Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse; Betrayal; Lies; F!Reader’s Age Kind of Finalized; Specific Reference to Age; Blackmail; Crying; Slight Panic Attack; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Chapter Summary: Even the truth can’t set you free.

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3

Notes: And we’re back to pain. My outline got derailed for this chapter so bear with me, sometimes revelations need to be hammered in. No smut here for now but I also needed to get this arc finished so I can start on the next.

Also I know I keep jumping forward — I swear I will write about their relationship growing.

Thank you all for reading and commenting! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, even if you’re yelling at me.

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The air is…

Shifted.

Shifted enough that the whole office notices, avoids yours, avoids the glare Steve Rogers fires at them the moment they approach the door, avoids your eye. Shifted enough that you miss the before, the pressure of his presence demanding your attention, the smugness in his endless eyes you denied looking at.

Shifted.

Counsel.

What?

We need to talk.

Is that not what you’ve been avoiding doing all morning, Captain?

You swear you can hear his molar crack in the dead silence, but your eyes never flit upwards from the contract you’re poring through, red pen in hand.

Focus.

It’s a job, this life, and this is a part of it, the presence of him, the pressure of him. It’s a job, and he calls on you to do your duty and you do but no one has ever asked you to be kind and no one has ever asked you to smile as you bear it so you don’t.

It’s a job, this life, and this is a part of it.

You. Are a part of it.

Counsel.

It’s a bark, an order, an annoyance and you shouldn’t let his stubborn fury be the thing that derails you. This is your domain. Your palace of glass and steel, remember? New York buzzes behind you and you surge forward on the tightrope of his affections, teetering dangerously close to his temper and always, always daring him to pull you down.

Try it again.

Fine, with a sigh and a setting down of your papers, You’re closer to the door.

And in your defense, he is, seated on your couch as stiff as a board, scrolling through his phone on occasion and — previously, at least — deftly ignoring your inquiries about the status of his office and why he needs to spend his morning in yours.

He fixes you with a look you do not name and proceeds to stand anyways. The door clicks shut and stays that way — both of you have learned.

Do you still talk to him?

Excuse me?

The Senator. Are. You. Still. In. Contact.

He spreads out every word like an accusation and every word turns you a little colder. You’ve been avoiding this. Avoiding him, distracted by work, the both of you but now you are back in each other’s orbits and this…

This cannot be avoided.

I haven’t spoken to him beyond to tell him I returned home safe that night.

Not. For lack of wanting.

If he’s hurt you, just say the words.

There’s nothing you can say.

It’s been a week. Almost two.

He’s been kind, stayed away, kept his distance but that… that will not last. Only as long as whatever conference has his office busy and then you know what comes next and then you know what comes after.

The bruising may have faded but the memories remain, after all.

They always do.

Steve Rogers is not Andy Barber, is not warm-eyed concern or a soft-voiced invitation, is not trying to save you from the horrors you cannot name, is not to be trusted but Andy Barber is also not Steve Rogers, is not exactly the man you expect, is not the answer to your dilemma, is not the devil you know and you…

Are still testing your wings.

Get up.

Get up and walk away from the prison of your desk, see how far you can get before you shackle yourself to your own ambition. Get. Up.

Blue eyes watch you like he’s calculating the next angle of his attack and technically you know that’s exactly the case but let’s pretend a moment he doesn’t have his claws out and you aren’t trapped in a cage for him to batter.

Delude yourself into the power you think you have, and keep him there, across the room where he cannot show you how effortlessly he strips you of it and how deeply you enjoy it.

Don’t.

You may be in bed with the mob but you are not asleep to his crimes and this is just an interim, a plan, a moment.

You stood me up, Counsel. After we made our deal.

It was a week ago and you ever-so-kindly taught me my lesson — don’t wince as you speak, don’t let him know you remember, don’t let him think you actually learned from his hand, hard against your body.

He hasn’t since, after all.

He says your name.

He says your name and your blood runs cold and you freeze by the coffee machine you keep in your office and you turn. Senator Barber is a friend.

A dangerous friend. I won’t even ask if you know his stance on —

On the Syndicate? Oh I know. I know who he shakes hands with.

Then you know why I’m asking.

Are you loyal?

Are you?

Is it loyalty that keeps you here?

Don’t let your hands shake when you look at him. Don’t let him see the slide of your eyes, the glance outside, the wondering how long before your window would be a portal and that tightrope would snap.

You are not a fool.

This. Is not loyalty.

I keep to my ethical duties, Captain.

You’re sleeping with your boss.

Oh that one makes you laugh, sharp and cruel and you do look at him then, fix your eyes onto him and raise an eyebrow and watch. All that power, all that smugness, wrapped up in one body and how does he contain it, do you know?

I believe the actual term is serving at your pleasure.

It’s back to the game, the dance, the ruse, the steps you take around each other, the blades he digs into your chest the reminders he gives you you are a whore you are a whore you are a whore and you lift your chin up, dare him to look at the bruises his lips leave on your skin and ask him in the silence and what will you do about it.

You could hate him. You do, technically. You hate that you could love him in the early hours of the morning, when his eyes seek you out and soften at the reminder you’re still here. You hate that his invasive presence in your office is a shield as much as it is a virus, a comfort in the silence and you hate most of all that the way he looks at you with that open desire women might normally have just dreamed was possible makes you want to return it.

You hate that he is dangerous. That he has bound you to him like this, chained you to the idea of his warmth and that there is a sick sort of safety in the binding.

You hate that he looks at you now with something like hope, with something like obsession, with something like vulnerability and you hate that it strips you of that cold armor as effortlessly as his hands strip you of your resistance.

And he could hate you too, in the whispers he leaves on your shoulders when he thinks you’re asleep. He could hate that you are soft, that you are sweet on his tongue that you…

Are his.

Could hate that he has thought of nothing else but the very theory of your betrayal and you know none of these things but his eyes are not so inscrutable as he thinks and so—

He twists the knife.

I talked to your Judge, by the way.

You did what?

You heard me. Interesting conversation.

Excuse me?

You really sold yourself to me for a lover’s spat, Counsel? I thought you were better than that — woman of the law and all.

A lover’s spat? That’s what he told you?

Just what would you call it, if not that?

He’s daring you, back to somewhere between smug and angry, as if disappointed you made him waste his time and all you can do is feel your heart sinking, feel yourself back in that place again, the decade-long sting of control over your body, the painful reminder of the girl you once were.

Where is he?

Did you think I’d clean up your dirty laundry for you? I’m not a breakup counselor, and you nee—

You left him alive!? The panic in your voice is so palpable it stops him in his tracks all over again, suspicious and surprised and you step back to reach for something — steady yourself steady yourself steady yourself you are not safe you are not safe you are not safe.

I’m not killing your ex-boyfriend without a good reas—

I was nineteen!

The world tilts, shifts, your knees are buckling, that’s tears in your eyes and you.

Are that girl again.

Too small, too scared, too naive to know better, too easy to mold and break and manipulate and you promised you’d never be her again, you promised you’d get her justice and you promised it wouldn’t be like this over and over again, promised he wouldn’t sink his fangs into you a third time.

What? He sounds smaller. Or is it faraway? You are too busy trying to stand, trying to still the shaking of your hands, the cold chill in your veins, too busy feeling your knees surrendering, too busy sliding to the floor and staring blankly into your memory.

Counsel. What. Did. You. Say. He repeats himself, and then he’s crouching before you, holding your chin in his hand and when did you start having tears on your cheeks for him to wipe away?

I was nineteen, you repeat, blank and broken, not seeing his brow furrow, not seeing the regret flash over his expression, I didn’t want it. I never wanted it.

What are you saying, sweetness? How dare he sound so soft? How dare he sound like he actually cares, when he’s the reason you’re here, on this floor, barely resisting your breakdown yet again?

You know better.

I was nineteen, a third time, I needed a job, something to give me experience, and he — he used me. That was my experience.

He’s starting to understand, but it doesn’t matter to you, not when you’re staring too far into the past, into a sneering face and cruel hands.

(I can ruin you or I can help you, Intern, so you make your choice. You need me.)

It never stops. Not after the first time — but you know that.

But you know that. That’s your knife, the one you twist into his chest and the realization sinks in heavy as an anchor, the thing he’s done.

The thing he’s done to you.

So why wait until now?

I would have waited forever.

You hid the letter. Hid it well enough even he wouldn’t have found it rifling through your things. Hid the threat in those typewritten words and the casual signature swept across the stationary, unaffected.

Men like him never face consequences. Only you, only the women they make use of, the ones they turn into commodities for their enjoyment. Who would care if you’d made it public, if you showed the world the kind of man he was — he was appointed for life, he was friends with the Governor, he was powerful and you were never going to be strong enough.

(You wouldn’t want anyone in the District Attorney’s office knowing just the sorts of things you’re willing to do to get your way. I can still help you be an exceptional lawyer, Intern.)

What are you? Ambition and drive and skill but what does it all mean when it can be reduced to plaything and pet project and whore.

I helped him get appointed. He helped me get into law school. Introduced me to… To Andy Barber, who calls you Sunshine and watches out for you and comes to New York despite having no power in the state just to see you again because he worries, because he cares.

You pay.

And sometimes that payment bounces back.

You pay and you pay and you pay and you struggle but what is the culmination of your strife is it the sight of you finally broken on the floor, is it the moment he’s been waiting for, dragged off your pedestal why couldn’t he have left well enough alone didn’t he know the horse was for your protection and not his pride?

No.

They never do.

They never do, do they, always so wrapped up in themselves and even now he kneels in front of you and wipes your tears but he has no words to say to atone for what he’s done and you know he can never.

I need you to leave.

The words come out without your control.

You know what you are. You are fury made flesh and you will not be manipulated again, not by the pressure of his hands on your face, not by the way he almost hugs you, he lied he lied he lied he lied.

Sweetness…

No. You don’t get to call me that. Not anymore.

You could have tolerated it. You could have accepted it you could have let yourself become the prize he took, owned his defeat by defeating you, you might even have enjoyed it but no.

No.

I held up my end of the bargain.

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In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.2

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2750

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

Steve is not entirely a stranger anymore; he knows about your troubles and you know about his. And he’s determined to sort out yours this very moment.

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, language, something that might be close to a panic attack if you squint

A/N: There we go... hopefully I’ll make mid-week a bit sweeter for some of you ;)

Part 1

“Alright, kids. Let’s have a trip.”

And you just stared.

…what?

“W-what?” you stuttered, suddenly consumed by the familiar feeling of losing the firm ground under your feet at the idea of trying to confront Gregory head-on. Not even Steve at your side was helping at all as the four of you started walking towards the IT department.

“I-I don’t have any prove! I can’t-- he told me he would--- that he would-”

“That he’d twist it around, convince the HR that you were crushing on him and he turned you down, which turned you into a soulless bitch craving revenge?” the billionaire finished for you and you just uselessly opened you mouth, unable to let out a word to deny it. It seemed to amuse him, because he scoffed; and there was something very bitter in that sound too. “Kid, he’s not the first asshole to take advantage of his superior position. I’ve seen the types. Relax. If Cap here believes you, then so do I. Plus, I know a liar when I see one. And you ain’t lying.”

You breathed in shakily, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. Could it really be so easy? That couldn’t be right…

“T-thank you, Mr. Stark. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, just name your first kid after me,” Mr. Stark uttered, waving it off.

The Falcon next to you chuckled and you shot Steve a confused gaze. Was that how Mr. Stark usually was? You had never met him in person; you had only ever heard him giving a speech on TV and you knew he had a certain reputation, but this was… different.

You were surprised to find Steve watching you; perhaps he worried about your reaction to such bluntness, since he had seen your outburst in the closet. Upon meeting your gaze – probably shy and undeniably surprised – he charmed a tiny smile for you.

“It’s gonna be okay, see?”

“What are you even worried about? You have three Avengers coming with you!” Mr. Wilson questioned lightly and you bit your lower lip as you thought of the source of anxiety indeed.

Yeah, I have three Avengers and they are all men. Sue me for not being sure which side they would take – not until now.

“You’re not a full-time Avenger, Wilson.”

Falcon gasped, clutching at his chest theatrically at Stark’s remark. “Ouch, Tony. My heart.”

You let out a breathy laugh at their banter and felt yourself relax despite your better judgement. You almost let yourself believe it truly would go alright. Well, as much as dealing with such shitty thing could.

“You’re all my heroes,” you whispered timidly, which earned you a bright smile from Sam Wilson.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Cruel, Birdboy. You stole the old man’s line,” Mr. Stark hummed, amused.

“Heh! Sorry, Cap. But I’m sure you have a whole set of other lines to use on her.”

You choked on your own spit as Steve faltered in his steps, his grip on you growing stronger. What the hell did the Falcon just say?

“Oh my God, Wilson, shut up before we get stuck with another harassment report.”

“I don’t think this a subject for joking,” Steve interjected, slightly irritated, and you shot him a grateful look, because he definitely had a point.

Except… once you weren’t in such a sticky situation, you totally wouldn’t mind Steve Rogers using a line on you. Not at all. And his hand around yours felt nice for multiple reasons, the wordless comfort and support only being one of them. It was warm and slightly calloused, a reminder of his physical work, and it was bigger than yours, so sweetly and distractingly enveloping yours…

But now it was so not the time.

Your peculiar group approached the office and you didn’t even have the time to brace yourself as Tony Stark simply threw the door open, not bothering to knock.

“Thomas Ian Gregory, you are fired this very second,” the billionaire exclaimed dramatically.

You would think he was just being a drama queen, except he sounded deadly serious, using your boss’ full name which he must have read out on the door, and his eyes were throwing daggers at the man sitting behind the desk, looking as if he was the fucking king of the world.

Your boss blinked in surprise and eyed all four of you; Falcon with his arms crossed on his chest, Ironman minus his suit with a murderous glare and a hand raised towards him as if he wanted to point a finger and then Gregory’s gaze fell on your hand connected with Steve’s; you wanted to retrieve it quickly, but Steve wouldn’t let you, his grip growing firm. Anger flashed through your boss’ eyes for a second, before he composed himself and rose from his chair with an innocently confused expression.

You wanted to puke and you felt your legs turning into a shaking mess of jello. This was it. Now he would use his slimy words to turn this situation around and you were about to get fired and humiliated so much that jumping under a bus would be the most likeable option for you.

“Mr. Stark, it’s an honour. Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson. What do I owe the pleasure?”

You couldn’t believe this--- this pig. Seriously. Who the fuck did he think he was?! How could he--- just lie so easily, pretending that everything was perfectly fine?!

But Tony Stark was not fooled by the charade and you mentally sighed in relief, sure they must have heard the weight falling off of your shoulders even in Jersey.

“I’m sure you heard me, Mr. Gregory. You quit and you’ll be hearing from the HR soon. And you’ll be damn lucky if this young lady right here won’t sue you.”

You honestly wished you were invisible when Gregory’s gaze flickered to you, subtle anger with a promise of consequences in his irises – consequences that would come should you not cut this bullshit right now.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mr. Stark. If this is about the unfortunate feelings my assistant has for me-”

Tears of rage and baseless shame stung in your eyes at his words and you breathed in sharply to defend yourself; before you could, Gregory continued.

“Though I can see they weren’t very… honest. Obviously my inferior seems to be the ‘love them and leave them’ type, which I should warn you about, Capta-”

Breathless at his malicious made-out theories, you did not expect Steve to drop your hand in favour to tower over your boss, making him shut up with one single glare.

Alright, you could see why he had thought that simply appearing at your office would make Gregory tremble in fear. Your boss actually backed off and learnt onto a table, looking as if he was supporting himself under the weight of Steve’s judgement.

“I met this woman for the first time not half an hour ago, hiding from you, too scared of your dirty hands to return to her own workplace. Trust me, it left an impression, just like you are leaving one now,” Steve grunted menacingly, causing your heart to pound in your chest in fright even with his words not aimed on you. “If I can give an advice, you pack your things as fast as you can, apologize to her profusely, begging for her forgiveness and you don’t set a foot in this building or speak to her ever again. Do we have an understanding?”

You weren’t the only one affected. Your boss tried to reciprocate Captain America’s glare, but he failed miserably. He visibly gulped and circled his desk, still watching the soldier as if he was expecting to get hit; then his eyes just dropped to his desk and he frantically started picking random things from it.

You watched the scene in front of you, paralyzed. Your heart was beating its way out of your chest, pulsing in your temples, your breathing alternating between hitching and picking up. Your vision started to swim.

Holy. Shit.

“Cap, I think you broke her.”

Steve spun to you at instant, his eyes roaming your face; or you thought so. He looked worried now; or you thought so. Thinking and frankly evaluating the stimuli your senses were receiving was a bit difficult at the moment.

What the hell had just happened?

Gentle hands took yours, leading you out of the room. You blindly followed, unsure how to put one foot in front of the other, your body running on autopilot.

It was over. Thomas Gregory was no longer your boss and it had happened without you losing your job. And Steve Rogers had scolded him as if he was a five-year old kid – a very pervert one, but a kid nonetheless. Steve put a fucking fear of God into him. All of that happening within three minutes. And you just… couldn’t quite process all that.

You barely registered getting into and out of an elevator, being seated on a couch, having a blanket tossed over your shoulders and a cup of warm liquid pressed into your hands. You automatically brought it to your lips, only to be stopped by a tender fingers curling around your wrist.

“Careful. It might be too hot,” a pleasant voice warned you and you blinked, finally focusing your gaze, finding rather worried and very handsome face staring back.

You glanced at the cup, surprised to identify the drink as Steve’s hand let go of yours.

“Is that… is that hot chocolate?” you stuttered, bewildered. Well, more like… astonished.

“Yeah. You’re not allergic to milk or anything, are you?”

You looked up back to Steve’s face, only to find him with his brows furrowed in concern, lips thoughtfully pursed. It snapped you to action.

“No! No. It’s just… I didn’t have one in years. Thank— thank you.”

His expression cleared, as he was evidently pleased with himself. “Good. You’re welcome.”

The words fell off his lips so easily. As if he just hadn’t… hadn’t saved your career. Or your mental health, really.

You eyed the table by the couch, setting the cup down, only to fully turn to him. He seemed a bit confused at that; but God, you had something important to say and since you didn’t want to give up the blanket just yet, you decided to get rid of the mug at least to look less pathetic.

“No, Steve, I… thank you,” you whispered sincerely, feeling tears in your eyes for like a millionth time that day. His smile widened a little.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I… if I scared you down there. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You didn’t-” you blurted out in attempt to deny it and make him feel better, only to waver as his eyebrow rose, picture perfect of doubt. It made you chuckle at yourself self-deprecatingly. “It’s not your fault that I was… surprised by your little hulk-out. I guess I just didn’t see it coming.”

“Hulk-out, huh? How do you feel?”

You shrugged, exhaling slowly, thinking hard about your answer.

“Like I just watched my life take a way better turn that I would expect... and I’m still only watching,” you whispered honestly, which led to his face twisting in a grimace.

“Anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it; you scanned your surroundings, realizing you were in something that looked fancy enough to belong to Tony Stark and was way too big to be part of an actual apartment. You ran your hand down the blanket covering your shoulders, reaching for the abandoned cup to blow on it softly and take a careful sip of chocolate. Steve’s questioning gaze observed you while you did so and you smiled blissfully into the cup as the delicious rich taste caressed your tongue.

“You mean besides comforting me despite being a complete stranger, getting my harassing boss fired and scaring the hell out of him, taking me to--- here, giving me a blanket and making the best cup of hot chocolate I had in years? Give me a second, I’m sure I’ll figure out something else,” you babbled and Steve’s smile grew, tense shoulders relaxing. “Seriously, Steve. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I owe you. I- I know you’re a hero and all that, but… yeah. I should be asking you what I could do for you in return.”

“That’s not-- I’m not--- ...you make a pleasant company,” he said in the end as if he realized he couldn't deny any of the things you had listed. You lowered your gaze to the chocolate as his eyes twinkled at the statement.

“Ditto.”

“Does that-” he blurted out and you tilted your head to side, watching him curiously when he stopped talking just as abruptly. “This is a terrible timing, but that’s apparently an infamous quality of mine, because usually I wait too long, and… uhm…”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suddenly embarrassed soldier scratching the back of his neck, peeking at your through his eyelashes. Was that--- was he trying to-? No, it couldn’t be.

“Yeah?” you softly encouraged him to continue.

He wetted his lips, causing your previously tight gut to warm up.

“I understand that it’s the last thing you’re thinking about right now, but… when you settle down again... and things are a bit calmer for you… would you- uhm, like to… maybe spend some more time with--- with me?”

If he had blurted the sentence in one go, you would have dropped your mug in surprise despite suspecting this incredible thing when he had turned bashful. But he didn’t so your brain had enough time to process the words slowly leaving his lips, one after another, little shy, little hopeful. Your heart was speeding up with each of them, ready to burst when he finished with a tiny nervous smile.

Well. How could you possibly say no to that irresistible creature in front of you? You smiled into your drink.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You wanted to chuckle at the pure surprise on his face, but it was just too endearing and so you had to fight the urge to make an embarrassing sound like an aww instead.

“Yeah, Steve. I’d really like that,” you repeated, hiding the teasing note in your voice. “But you’ve got to teach me how to make a chocolate that good, because seriously, it tastes amazing.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” you demanded, a bit hurt, rather surprised. “I don’t want you to give up your secret recipe right away! Just… in time.”

He grinned at you boyishly, leaning a bit closer to you. You held your breath in anticipating, a the change. “I could. But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the process of preparing it for you and your smile in return.”

You stared at him for few moments, taking the statement in, wondering if he was teasing you or was being serious. The corners of his lips were quirked up as if he was indeed joking, but there was a certain spark of honesty in his eyes.

You decided to play along, whether it was a game or not. Perhaps it was the relief of newly found freedom from a sleazy man in your life that plucked up your courage and woke up your jovial side.

“Aww, Steve, that’s so sweet. Is that your way of telling me you’re planning on spoiling me? Because then I would need significantly less time to… settle down.”

His grin widened at your words. “Is that so?”

“Mm.”

“Well then…” he brought up lowly, torturing you with anticipation when he didn’t continue, only to watch you with a mischievous smile.

“...then?”

“What are your plans for Friday evening?”

Oh, you were so glad you were sitting, because otherwise the force of the moment in which Steve Rogers asked you out on Friday night would knock you down.

You tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound like an over-enthusiastic YES, but his blue eyes staring into yours made it very difficult for you.

Dammit, it was harder to talk to him when you could actually see--- you smiled smugly at the idea that popped up in your head and raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.

“I’m hiding in a supply closet. Why, you wanna join me?”

Steve burst out laughing, throwing his head back with that sound and the picture armed your heart so thoroughly it was unfair.

“Sure thing. Would you like me to bring muffins and coffee or do you prefer an actual dinner?”

You found yourself laughing too and you suddenly believed that your life would indeed get better. It already had, after all.

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Thank you for reading!

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