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More Than Casual?

Summary: After breaking up with Bucky, you thought you'd never see him again. That is, until you're required to make an appearance at one of the future congressman's events.

Part 1: Casual

CAABNW!Bucky x Agent!ExWidow!Reader

“You ready for the event?” Joaquin asks you as he throws a punch. 

“What event?” You huff, dodging the right hook. 

“Everyone on Cap’s team gets an invite to the White House.” He covers his guard. 

“Less talking, more punching!” Isaiah yells from the other side of his training room. 

You’d heard about the event being held at the White House but you decided to turn off the TV the second those familiar blue eyes were displayed. It was too early to see the man who still made you shiver. 

“Not going.” Is all you say, throwing him a rogue kick with more force than necessary. 

“You’re missing out on the event of the year for what? Ordering in pizza?” He laughs, but you take the opportunity to kick the center of his chest, making Joaquin fly across the room. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Isaiah hollers. 

You help your partner up. “What if I have plans?”

“Plans?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you finally opening your heart to love?”

You roll your eyes, but your heart sinks a little. You’d successfully gone weeks without thinking of him and now, with just a couple of words, he’s back in your mind. Pulling at your heartstrings so tightly it makes your chest cave in.

It wasn’t Joaquin’s fault, he had no idea that the man who’s being honored at the event is the same person who tore your heart to shreds. 

“I just don’t feel like going,” you manage to get out. “I much prefer to fight and protect, rather than prance and drink.”

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“What’s this I hear about you not going to the gala?” Sam casually says a few days later. 

You choke on the water you’re drinking. 

“That serious, huh?” Sam jokes. 

You shake your head. “Doesn’t sound like something that I’d be interested in.”

Your words are careful and strategic. But trying to think of the perfect excuse while your team leader looks at you so inquisitively is almost impossible. 

“I’d be nice,” he shrugs. “To go out and support Buck.”

The nickname sends a chill down your spine. 

You called him that same name for years, especially when you wanted to tease him. In front of others you’d always referred to him as Sergeant. But in close encounters, especially when you wanted him to plead for something, you’d call him just that. Buck. 

It never failed to make you think back to when he was a kid. You’d beg him to see pictures, you knew he had a couple printed out after the rediscovery of the Howling Commandos files. 

“You’re looking at the best version of me there is, doll.” He’d always say. “No need to dwell on the past.”

But you knew it was because part of him was always scared to look back. It made him remember he had a life before all of this happened. 

“I’m busy that day.” You mutter, picking up the report on the desk. 

Sam crosses his arms. “I haven’t even told you when it is.”

You stop in your tracks. 

“Is there something else that’s bothering you?” Sam asks carefully. He knows perfectly how to deal with guarded agents. “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?”

You hum.

“So, I hope to see you there, Agent.” Sam narrows his eyes. He doesn’t need to use the words for you to know it’s an order. 

You nod your head without another word, leaving the conference room before your anxiety rises more through your body.

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“You’re pretty amped up for someone who didn’t even want to come!” Sam yells over the loud music playing inside the limo sent for you. 

You don’t look back at him as you tip the vodka bottle, letting the clear liquid coat your throat.

On any other day, vodka wouldn’t be your liquor or choice but today, you need all the courage I can get. And in terms of fucking you up the fastest, vodka is the way to go. 

You can barely feel your heel poking your foot by the time you step out. 

Your eyes inadvertently scan every square inch of the room, not looking for anything suspicious but looking for the man who you’ve been dreading seeing. 

It’s bad enough his posters are up on every lamp post.

You make a beeline towards the free bar cart, Joaquin hot on your heels. 

“Sam sent me over to babysit you,” he leans on the edge of the cart. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say sarcastically, sipping on the martini the bartender set for you. “I’m having a blast.”

Both your eyes travel down to the napkin the bartender passes you, his ten-digit phone number neatly scribbled on the paper. 

You turn it over without looking at him.

“What happened to opening up your heart to love?” Joaquin whispers, looking back at the bartender. 

“I don’t have time for love.” You mutter, swirling the olives in your drink. 

He twists the cap on a water bottle before passing it to you. “You’ll never have time for love, if you don’t make time for love.”

“Who died and made you the team’s hopeless romantic?” You eye him. 

“Steve.” He shrugs. 

Joaquin goes on and on about love but you can’t hear him anymore. Because the second you look over to the other side of the room, there he is. 

Time stands still, and your legs threaten to give out.

Bucky’s changed so much since the day you said goodbye forever. His eyes have dulled, turning into a muted blue like the sky on a rainy day. His hair looks polished, but you know better than anyone else he hates how it feels. “I love it when you run your hands through it,” he used to murmur against your lips. “Makes me feel free.” But most importantly, his expression lacks that liveliness it used to have. The wrinkles near his eyes would deepen the second his lips would stretch into a smile. And it almost always came with a: “You have no idea how much I missed you, Doll.” 

Unsaid words stretch between you two. Your eyes say all the talking needed. 

Bucky’s eyes travel from yours, down to your left hand, where you’d always wear a vibranium bracelet that he’d gifted you. It had pieces of his old arm in it. Bucky used to say that after The Winter Soldier, he wanted nothing to do with him. Until he met you. He liked when you wore it because it reminded him that even with his past, he could still deserve someone as loving as you. 

You rub the spot where the bracelet used to lay. 

“You don’t deserve me anymore,” you whisper. 

“D’you say something?” Joaquin looks up at you.

You shake your head, ripping your eyes away from the man who caused you unspeakable hurt. But not before noticing how his expression hardened as he looked at the man standing next to you. 

You recognized it immediately. It’s Bucky’s signature: I want to rip your head off look.

And it had everything to do with the way Joaquin was rubbing your shoulder. 

“Torres, we’re friends, right?” Your eyes bounce from Bucky’s azure to your partner’s brown. 

“Yeah,” he eyes you suspiciously. 

“Could you pretend to be my boyfriend?” You get out before you can regret the words. 

Was it immature? Yes. 

Did you want Bucky to feel at least one ounce of the hurt you felt? Also yes. 

“Why?” Joaquin’s eyebrows furrow. 

“I hate these events because, as you can see,” you flip over the napkin with the bartender’s number on it. “Men always get the wrong idea. So, can you just act like you’re my boyfriend?”

“Is this some kind of test Sam put you up to?”

You pinch your lips together. “Sure.”

“Man! I’ve been waiting for an undercover mission,” he shimmies happily. 

“But you have to pretend with everyone, okay?” You look back at the future congressman who’s making his way towards the two of you. “And make it believable.”

Joaquin smooths down his lapels. “You got it.”

Not even ten seconds later, Bucky stands between you and Joaquin with a scowl on his face.

"Agents." He looks at both of you like he's done so many times. But now, his gaze holds Joaquin's for a second longer.

"Congratulations." You raise your glass to him.

"I haven't won, yet." He doesn't look away from the brunet to your side.

"By the looks of it, you're going to sweep the floor with all the other old bozos around here." Joaquin smiles, playfully shoving the super soldier's shoulder but he doesn't budge. Not one bit.

"Could I take her away from you, it'll only be a second." Bucky asks like you're Joaquin's property.

You roll your eyes. "You don't have to ask him."

"As your boyfriend," Joaquin not-so-subtly raises his eyebrows at you. "I approve of your parting."

"We're not in the regency era you doofus." You whisper as Bucky leads the way.

"I haven't been anyone's boyfriend in a long time! I don't know how to act!" He whispers back, throwing his hands up.

"What are you doing here?" Bucky asks the second you're away from everybody else.

"Trust me, I didn't want to be here." You let out a dry laugh, pulling a cigarette from your bag and lighting it up.

"I mean, what are you doing here with him?" Bucky narrows his eyes toward your partner. "What's this? A debutant ball for your new relationship?"

"Why would you care, anyways?" You take a drag, liking the way the smoke coats your mouth.

"I don't care-I-I just-" Bucky runs a hand down his face.

"Look James," You watch as his PR guy paces around the ballroom, looking for the man who is standing in front of you. "It's best if you go back inside."

"I can't." He looks down at the floor. "I can't just leave you out here smoking alone."

A genuine laugh rips through you.

"That's the promise you're keeping up?" You raise your brows, laughing harder as his expression tightens. "Out of all the promises you made me, that's the one you're going with."

"This isn't-" He tries but you interrupt him.

"Tell me what this is?" You push for him to spill what you know is on the tip of his tongue. "What? Was this summon a friendly one? Or did you want to bring me out here just so you could see if you still had it? That power you had over me."

"N-no." He stutters over his words.

"I'm happy now, James." You let out more smoke. "And it's killing you to know that."

"I just don't know how you did it!" He finally snaps. "You come here, looking amazing like always, with another man next to you. Acting like what we had was-"

"What we had was casual." You repeat the words he said. "Nothing more."

"Was it?" His blue eyes lock into yours, tumultuous like the sea.

"Yes." You lie.

"Then why do I feel like this?" He runs a hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed hair.

"I don't care, Barnes." You drop the end of your cigarette on the floor. Bucky lifts his foot to step on it, just like he'd done a million times before, only for you to do it first.

You turn on your heel but Bucky stops you.

"Whatever we had is in the past, and I intend on keeping it that way." You look at him over your shoulder, hating the way his gaze still makes your heart squeeze and his touch makes your skin heat.

"I should leave, Congressman." You say through gritted teeth. "Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression to all the voters around here. "

Authors Note: Hiiiihi! Thank you so much for the love on pt. 1! As always make sure to like and comment. Alsoooo I posted the first chapter of my book, it's on my page. I'd love it if you guys could give it a read. And if you'd like to support me, make sure to give me a follow on my ig and tiktok: @sophiabazar_author, I'll be posting all book related content on there! I'll be posting chapter 2 soon! If you'd like a part 3 to casual make sure to comment!

PART 3: NEVER CASUAL

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[rotthepoet]

Theo likes to appear to be so nonchalant, so cool, so unbothered, as if he got everything under control. Like nothing can get under his skin but that's EXACTLY why it's so fun to tease him n test how much it'll take to watch his restraint snaps (which isn't much tbh) 😼🤞

Going in for a hug? We're just hugging him extra tightly, pressing our lower half against his lower region extra harder, n inhaling his scent and he KNOWS

Sitting on his lap? Well of course it just so happens that we're wearing one of his big sweater w nothing underneath and batting our lashes up at him 🌚 totally accidental and a silly innocent mistake on our part

Hours, days, weeks, I DONT CARE IM GOING TO TEASE THAT MAN AND WATCH HIS RESTRAINTS CRACK

Anyways, have a beautiful day pookie 💋

- 🎹

Queen. I wrote like half of this and then i accidentally deleted it all. Lets have a moment of silence 😔 … now that its passed THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN

The Quidditch team had a very, no, outrageously stupid idea. Each and every one of them would practice celibacy for the week of the upcoming championship game. Seven whole days without sex. This included your amazing, wonderful, slightly pretentious boyfriend Theodore.

This did not sit right with you.

In fact, it sat so not right with you that you couldn’t help but… sabotage this game.

At first it was small things, your touch lingering too long on his bicep or thigh. Shifting your hips a little too much when he spooned you. Licking stray cream from your fingers at dinner.

But that didnt seem to work, no, it seemed like Theodore Nott hadnt been affected at all!(and you don’t know this, but he is DYING inside trying to not fuck you then and there)

So on day three you amp it up a little. You caught him right after quidditch practice, sweat dripping down his nose, and eyes wide as you practically throw yourself at him. Normally you wouldn’t touch him before a shower, but fuck has 3 days without sex made you a mess. Plus. You had to win this game.

You throw your arms around his neck, and his eyes glance down just enough to see the lowcut top youre wearing as your tits press against his chest. He suppresses a groan as you jump into his arm, forcing him to grab the plush skin of your thighs to support you. You, being extra bold today, kissed the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin beneath your lips as you take a deep breath and shiver. Maybe you were horny, but he didnt smell nearly as bad as he usually did after practice. Thats the point he put you down, kissing your forehead. “Four more days, bella…” he mumbled against your skin, before he grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at his dead eyes. “Knock it off or it’s going to be longer.”

“You wouldn’t last.”

“Oh, no. I’ll still be cumming. You just won’t be.”

His smirk as he walked off sent shivers down your spine and to the heat pooling in your panties.

On day five, you’ve had enough. You walked around your room, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong and Theodores quidditch jersey. His name was proudly printed on the back, and you wore it like a badge of honor. And really, it was just too cute to not show off.

One text to Theo, asking for help on your DADA homework, and he was at your door in moments.

His face went a stark white the moment he saw you, his body shaking slightly from the overwhelming urge to take you right there.

You kissed his cheek in greeting, pulling him to a chair at your desk and sitting right down in his lap as usual.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice raw and cracking slightly as he forced his gaze away.

You only shift slightly, your ass pressed against his groin while he stifles a groan. “This is where I always sit. Everything okay, teddy?” You ask.

“Fuck this.”

And within a second, your cheek is being pressed against the wood of your desk as Theodore leans over you, rutting his clothed hips against your plush ass. You win the game, by the way, you win it for SEVERAL hours.

Theodore loses his shit when he learns that no one else participated in the game, and he could have been balls deep in his girl on day one.

[anglophiletraveler]

In My Life

Chapter 37

Pressure

Written by Billy Joel

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Poor Ross.  The guy is getting pulled into a couple of different directions, when all he wants to do is keep everyone happy and marry the love of his life!  A big thanks to Karen Bockius for supporting me, and also to my friend Chelsea who works in a human resources department and advised me on how the situation with Jenny should go.  Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted a new chapter.  I’ll try to keep writing faster.  Enjoy!

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The work week started back up again for Ross and Demelza, and the normal business of their lives got even busier with starting to plan their wedding.  The phone calls and emails from Caroline definitely amped up ten-fold.  Ross made sure that she was including him on the emails not because he was really into planning the wedding, but because he didn’t want her overwhelming Demelza.  He wasn’t afraid to drop a hint to Caroline that something wasn’t cool.  Demelza had decided on having Ross come along for the wedding dress appointment, much to Caroline’s chagrin.  And to make things even, Ross decided to have Dwight go along as well, which Dwight wasn’t exactly happy about, but he said he would go for his best mate.   

Things at work with Jenny had gotten somewhat better, or so Ross thought.  Jenny had calmed down her attitude toward Demelza, so that made Ross happy.  He thought a lot about Jenny and her family back in Cornwell and didn’t want to upset anyone.  Ross was feeling more comfortable in his position as director of the charity division.  He really enjoyed the feeling of helping people and making a small difference in their lives.  It was a much better fit for him.  

Ross and Jenny were just finishing up a meeting in his office, when he mentioned to Jenny to make sure that his calendar stayed clear for Thursday morning.  

“Sure, I can make sure I do that.  Do you have a meeting or something that you need my help with in getting ready for?”

“No, I’m just taking a few hours off to go wedding dress shopping with Demelza,” Ross just threw it out there like it wasn’t a big deal, and it really wasn’t to him.

“Wait, you’re what!?” Jenny’s voice raised a little bit.

Ross was still looking down at some papers on his desk and smiled and without looking at her, “I’m going wedding dress shopping with Demelza.  She asked me to go along, so I’m going with her.”  He sat up and looked at Jenny.  “What?”

“Wellll, it’s just the groom usually doesn’t go with the bride to shop for her wedding dress.  Because you know, it’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

“Jenny, it’s okay I’m not going to see the actual dress she picks, if she even picks one that day.  I’m just going to support her.  She asked me to go, so I’m going.  Sorry if that bothers you.”  Ross didn’t like where this was going, but maybe it’s a reaction from others that he will have to get used to.  He realised that it isn’t something that the grooms don’t usually do, but on the other hand, people don’t know about Demelza’s scars that she’s sensitive about and he’s not about to justify himself to anyone.  

“So does this mean that you’ve picked a date?” Inquisitive minds want to know.

Ross sighed, “Yes, Jenny we have.  June 3.  Is that alright with you?”  Ross watched for the next reaction because he had an idea of what was next.

“June 3!  That’s soon!  Wow, not a very long time to plan a wedding.”

Ross smiled to himself, “Yes, but it will be fine.  We want the wedding before my mother has her surgery.  And it’s not like we’re going to be planning a royal wedding.  It’s going to be small and personal.”

Jenny gave a small smile, “That sounds lovely.  Do you have a wedding planner?”

“Nah, we don’t need one.  Caroline is going to help us out.  The wedding and reception will be at her uncle’s home in Cornwall.  It’s all good.  Very low stress.”

“Oh.  I’m surprised you’re not getting married at Nampara.”  

Ross looked up at the ceiling, sighed and took a beat. “Jenny, that's way too much stress for my mum right now.  We’re going to have some pictures taken there, and then the rest will be at Killewarren  with family and close friends.  Now why don’t you go work on the agenda for the Lawson meeting for me, yeah?”

“Sure, Ross.”  Jenny knew she was being politely dismissed, so she tucked her tail and left his office.  She laid her things on her desk calmly and headed for the restroom to get herself together.  She locked herself in a stall and started crying.  She didn’t understand what was happening!  She and Ross used to be so close.  He had never had a cross word for her before, was always so encouraging and kind and nice.  The only thing that’s changed is Demelza.  Ever since Demelza has come into his life, he’s been a completely different person!  She’s changed him!  And now he acts like an idiot!  It’s all her fault!  She couldn’t believe that he was going with her to shop for wedding dresses!  Is she so insecure that she can’t pick out a fucking wedding dress without him!  She’s glued to his hip!  This isn’t her Ross!  She’s changed him.  It’s all her fault.  She couldn’t stop crying, and it sounded like she was mumbling to someone.

What Jenny didn’t know was that there was someone a couple stalls down from her.  It was Sharon, an assistant to one of the vice-presidents.  She left the stall quietly and washed her hands.  When Jenny heard someone else she was mortified.  Oh shit!  What did I say?  Did someone hear me?

“Hello?  Do you need some help?  Can I call someone for you?” Sharon didn’t know who it was crying in the stall but it was very obvious that they were distressed.

Jenny tried to stop crying, and calm herself down, “Um no, I’m okay.”  She stepped out of the stall, and saw Sharon standing there and gave her a small smile.  “Thanks, but I’m okay.  I just, um, need to calm myself down.  I got some bad news today.  But thank you.  I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?  I’d be willing to call someone for you.  Don’t you work for Ross Poldark?  Would you like me to get him for you?” Sharon replied.

Jenny gasped, “Oh no, please don’t.  I’m just going to splash some cold water on my face and I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.  Well, let me know if there’s anything I can help you with,” Sharon gave her a tight smile and left the restroom.

Jenny finally was able to get herself together, got a fresh cup of coffee and went back to her desk.  She was hoping that Ross hadn’t noticed how long she had been gone.  

Ross had noticed that she’d been gone awhile, but he didn’t want to say anything more to upset her.  She seemed to be alright after she came back so maybe she just needed a breath of air and hopefully the rest of the day will go better.

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At Trenwith, Francis and Elizabeth were having drinks before dinner, chit chatting about nothing in particular.  Charles came into the room and poured a drink for himself and sat down.  

“How has your day been father?  Anything interesting happen?” Francis asked his father.

“Oh no, one day is about the same as the next anymore.  I think I may go into the office tomorrow and see how you are running things,” Charles scoffed.

Francis looked at Elizabeth, “Well, there’s no need for that father.  Everything is smooth sailing like always.  Have you spoken with Verity lately?”

Charles grumbled, “Verity? Why would I hear from her? She’s still shacking up with that boyfriend of hers.” 

“Charles, I’ve heard that he’s not as bad as you think.  Maybe you should meet him for Verity’s sake,” Elizabeth was trying to steer the conversation from business because she had a feeling that Francis wasn’t taking very good care of it.

“Bullocks!  Oh, I just remembered something interesting did happen today.  I ran into my brother at the pub earlier.  He was picking up some fish and chips for Grace.  Anyway, it seems that Ross and his new girlfriend have set a wedding date.  I think he said it’s June 3.”  Elizabeth choked on her drink at the news of Ross and Demelza’s wedding date.

Francis saw his wife choking on her drink, “Darling are you alright? Do you need a glass of water?”

Elizabeth’s eyelashes were fluttering trying to keep tears from rolling down her cheeks, “Erm, no thank you, my drink just went down the wrong pipe.  Charles, are you sure their wedding is this June 3?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, yes, this June 3.  They want to have the wedding before Grace’s surgery, poor thing.  I offered to have the wedding here, but Joshua said that it’s already been planned to have it at Killewarren so that Grace doesn’t have the upset and worry of having the wedding at Nampara.  I told him they should have the wedding on a family estate, but apparently the girl has connections with Ray Penvenan’s niece, so it’s all set.  But I guess they’re going to have some pictures taken at Nampara.  Where’s Mrs Tabb?  Our meal should be ready by now!”

“Elizabeth you’re awfully pale, do you need to have a lie down?”

“Francis stop, I don’t need you fawning over me.  I can’t believe they’re getting married so quickly.  Ross doesn’t know what he’s doing by getting involved with that woman.”

Francis looked puzzled, “I don’t understand?  She seems like a lovely person the few times that I’ve talked with her.  And I can certainly understand that they’d want to get married before Aunt Grace’s surgery.  Makes perfect sense to me…”

Elizabeth stood up in huff, “Oh Francis just shut up.  You don’t know anything about her.  I’m going to see what’s happening with supper.”

Charles looked over his glasses and watched as Elizabeth left the room in a hurry and then looked at Francis, “Seems to me boy, that your wife still has feelings for Ross.  You better be reining her in, or you’re going to lose her.  If Ross wanted her, it wouldn’t take much for him to steal her from you.”

Francis’s face flushed as his father reprimanded him.

“Mark my words, boy!  Mark my words!”

Francis gulped his whiskey down and left the room.

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The next day at work, Jenny had definitely seemed off again to Ross.  He was concerned about her for more than one reason.  Her family had been lifelong friends of the Poldarks, he had brought her onboard here with a job because he knew her family needed money.  And she has always been a good worker, very conscientious of her work, typical of a Cornish family.  But she almost seemed depressed, and not happy with her job anymore.  This was a new situation for Ross and he really didn’t know what to do.  He decided to go to Richard Tonkin and ask for his advice.  His family was also from Cornwall and had known the Martin family as well, so maybe he had some insight.

Tonkin’s door was open, but Ross knocked a few times on it anyway.  “Ross!  Good to see you mate, come on in and close the door.”  When Ross walked in he noticed Richard’s secretary Sharon sitting in the office as well.  The slight confusion must have shown on Ross’s face, “Have a seat Ross.  I’ve asked Sharon to come in on this conversation as well.  It’s always good to have a third person in the room when discussing issues such as this.”

“So,” Tonkin started, “you’re beginning to have issues with Jenny.  Is her work no longer satisfactory?”

“No, nothing like that.  It’s feeling personal.  We used to be great friends.  Well, you know the Martins from Cornwall.”

“Yes, I do.  Lovely family.”

“Exactly.  So when Jenny’s family needed some more income brought into the family, I had given her a trial period for two months to see how she would do, and she turned out to be quite excellent in her job.  She’s very good with the computer programs that we run on, she’s full of good ideas ever since we moved to the Charity Department.  But personally she’s become almost confrontational with me when it comes to my personal life, and she’s never done that before.”

Richard looked at Sharon and nodded to her to let Ross know how she had found Jenny in the restroom the day before.  “She was an absolute mess, Ross.  I offered to call you or anyone else for her but she was adamant that she was fine and she didn’t need anyone.  She had been talking with herself in the stall before I spoke with her.  I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, it was a lot of mumbling.  Has something happened between the two of you?”

“Yes, and that’s exactly the scenario that I’ve been worried about.  We’d had a decent day working together and we were working on a new client.  Then I told her that I needed her to make sure that she didn’t schedule any appointments for me on Thursday morning because I was going with Demelza wedding dress shopping.  It was as if she were Linda Blair in the Exorcist and her head was spinning around!  She started going on and on about how I shouldn't go wedding dress shopping, and that it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.”

Sharon spoke up, “Well some people always have to give their two pence when it comes to weddings and babies.  But still, it’s really none of her business as your assistant.  Have you shared such details of your life with her before?”

“Well, yes.  Back in Cornwall our families are very close.  She knows about my brother Claude Anthony’s death, she knows about my mother’s cancer diagnosis.  And she’s known about Demelza since we began dating.  I don’t give her a lot of personal details about our relationship.  It never seemed to bother her until the last couple of months.  She started speaking ill of Demelza, like she was always blaming Demelza if I had to stay up late to pick her up from the music hall.  Demelza doesn’t drive and I don’t want her riding the tube that late at night by herself, so I usually stay up to pick her up.  I have had to remind her at one point that my relationship with Demelza isn’t any of her concern.  I hated to do that, but she kept pushing and pushing against Demelza so I was stern with her when I told her that my relationship with Demelza isn’t any of her business.  Then yesterday with the wedding dress shopping…  I’m at a loss, Richard.”

“Yes, I see that.  Well, make sure you keep your office door open whenever the two of you are working together in your office.  And whenever she’s not in the office, keep your door closed.  Sharon, can you think of anything else.”

“Well Ross, it’s obvious that she has a thing for you, almost like an obsession.  Has there been any sexual contact between the two of you?  We don’t want her to go over the deep end and start yelling sexual assault.”

“Absolutely not.  And I don’t want her to lose her job.  She’s a very good assistant.  Can she just be moved to a different division?”

Tonkin let out a sigh, “I don’t know.  I think we need to bring in HR on this and get their take on things.  They are better trained at this type of thing than we are.  Sharon, can you see if they have anybody free to come up here for just a few minutes.”

“Sure, I’ll go to my desk and call them.  I’ll be right back.”

“This is dangerous business Ross.  We don’t want you to be accused of something that you didn’t do, and we don’t want Jenny to freak out over a move to a different department,” Tonkin said.

“I know.  I’ve been hoping that it would just blow over, but it hasn’t.”

“Her family are so nice, really good people…”

Sharon came back in the room and closed the door, “They’re going to send someone up.  They should be here shortly.”

Ross sighed, “Thank you Sharon.”

“No problem.  So you’re going all modern groom and going wedding dress shopping?  Nobody can accuse you of being a caveman,” Sharon said.

Ross chuckled, “Well, it’s not something that I’m thrilled with, but her mother died long ago, and she’s been estranged from most of her family.  She’s concerned about what the back of the dress will reveal.  She has scars on her back from when her father used to beat her.  So she asked me if I would come along.  I couldn’t say no to that.”

Richard leaned forward in his chair, “That’s horrible.  What father would beat his children!”

“Tom Carne would.  When Demelza got accepted to uni she left home and hasn’t been back since.  I keep telling her that for the most part her scars have faded, but I understand where she’s coming from.”

Richard nodded his head in agreement, “Yes, my friend, you would understand.  Tom Carne…that name sounds familiar.  Is he from Sawle?”

“Illugan.  We think he’s still alive because he’s contacted one of Demelza’s brothers for money.  Hopefully, he never finds out where we are…”

There was a knock on  the door.  Sharon got up and answered the door.  It was James Ellis from the Human Resources department.  

*************************

James Ellis was a well respected member of the human resources department.  He had worked at the firm almost from the beginning of its inception, and was known to be a fair and decent man whenever it came to awkward or sticky situations.  He was taking plenty of notes, handwritten in a yellow tablet while Ross and Richard spoke describing the situation, and their past history with Jenny and her family.

“So what do you think James?  Have any idea of how Ross should proceed?” Richard asked.

James took a sip of his tea and sat back in his chair.  “Well, there are a few different avenues that could be taken, depending on how far you want to take this.”

Ross was listening intently, brows furrowed, “Avenues… what kind of avenues?”

“Well, one direction we could take would be a written warning of her behaviour.  She could then either keep working for you, Ross, in hopes that things get better, or we could give her the written warning and transfer her to a different department. Either way, she needs to know that although her job performance itself has been exemplary and well regarded, her present behaviour towards you is unacceptable and will not be tolerated.  Normally, an employee isn’t allowed to transfer to another department if they’ve had a written warning, but we’d make an exception for something like this, since the warning isn’t for job performance.   And then there’s the last option that we could take, immediate dismissal.”

Ross gasped and shook his head no, “No, I don’t want her to be dismissed. Is there any type of counselling that the firm could offer her?”

“You mean psychological counselling?  Mmm that could be offered as well for possibly a ten week period.”

Sharon spoke up, “Ross, do you really think she would want to keep working for you after she’s received a written warning?  She might be too upset or maybe even embarrassed to keep facing you on a daily basis.”

Ross was slowly nodding his head, “I..I don’t know Sharon.  Maybe not. Bullocks I hate this!  I really, really hate this.”

James closed his notebook, “Well, think on it, but don’t take too long.  The last thing you want is for this to blow up in your face, although now that you’ve spoken with us, you do have that on your side.  But make sure that if you decide to have a conversation with her about this, that you have someone from HR in the room.  Make sure you always leave your door open when she’s in your office working with you, and when she’s not working with you, keep your office door closed.” James gathered his things into his briefcase and stood up, “Let me know what you decide.”

Ross stood up and shook hands with James, “I will.  Thank you for your advice.”

“No problem.  That’s what I’m here for.  Sharon, Richard, it was good to see you both again.”  Sharon and Richard both stood up to shake hands with him.

“Thanks again, James.  Sharon can you show James out,” Richard asked.

“Certainly. After you James,” Sharon led James out of the office and down the hall to the elevator.  

Richard closed the office door and turned to look at Ross, “Well Ross, you have a lot to think about.  Do you have any idea of what direction you want to take?”

Ross sighed and rubbed his face with his hand, “I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to a decision like this.  I guess the best choice would be to have her move to another department.”

“With a written warning, don’t forget,” Richard said.

Ross shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head, “Christ, with a written warning.  It’s madness Richard!”  Ross took a look at his watch, “Bloody hell, look at the time, I better get back to my office.  Thank you for your help in this matter, Richard.   I know I’ve been a bit of a git about this, but it’s only because I care about Jenny a great deal, she’s like family to me.”

“Well, unfortunately she doesn’t think of you in that way.  Maybe this will help her Ross.  You know, wake her up to what she’s been doing so that she can move on.”

Ross raised his eyebrows, “That is another way to look at it. Alright, well I shall keep you informed.  Thanks again.”  The two men shook hands and Ross left to go back to his office.  He was hoping that Jenny was not at her desk when he got back because he didn’t know what to say to her if she asked where he’d been.  She always knew about his meetings, almost before he did.  He really didn’t want to deal with an awkward situation at the present moment.

Ross was almost to his office and could see that Jenny was at her desk, so he braced himself for her barrage of questions.  

She spotted him and smiled and stood up to stop him before he was at his office door, “Oh Ross, I hope you don’t mind.  I wasn’t sure where you were but I didn’t think you’d be long.”

Ross furrowed his brow, “Jenny, what are you going on about?”

“Your friend, Dr. Enys came to see you, so I let him sit in your office until you returned.”

“Oh, is he still in there?”

“Yes.  I offered him something to drink but he said he didn’t want anything.  Do you want some coffee or tea?”

Ross’s head was spinning from his previous meeting and this encounter with Jenny.  “Um yeah, get us both some coffee.  He takes his like I do mine.”

“But he said he…”

“It’s fine Jenny, just get it please.  He’ll drink it.  Thank you.”

“Sure.”

Ross took a deep breath after she left and then walked into his office and greeted his best man, “Dwight!  I hope you weren’t waiting long.  I was at a meeting.”

Dwight was smiling just like he always does, “Yeah, that’s what Jenny figured.  She wasn’t sure exactly where you were.  You look like shit, mate.  What’s wrong?”

Ross rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Well, gee thanks, I’m glad to see you.  What can I do for my favourite best man?”

“I’m your only best man….”

Jenny walked in with the two coffees.

Dwight looked up at Jenny and smiled, “Thank you Jenny.  I hope this wanker doesn’t keep you running for coffee too often.”

Jenny smiled, “Oh no Dr. Enys, not at all.  Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Ross looked at his watch again and it dawned on him it was getting close to the end of the day, “No thank you Jenny, in fact, why don’t you just take the rest of the day off.  This day has been a wash as far as I’m concerned.”

Jenny looked confused, “Are you sure?  It’s just now 3:00.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.  Have a good evening.  Just close the door as you leave, please.”

Jenny smiled and pulled the door shut behind her.

Ross sat down and took a drink of his coffee, “Wish that I had something stronger I could put in there.”

Dwight frowned at his friend, “I had already told her that I didn’t need anything to drink.  What’s wrong with you?  You didn’t answer me before.”

“Hmmm, I asked her to get you a cup as well.  If you don’t want it you don’t have to drink it.  There is some stuff that I have to deal with …”  He looked out his door to make sure Jenny had left for the day, “with Jenny.  I’m probably going to have her transferred to a different department.  She’s been acting really strange since Demelza and I got serious.  She’s always saying bad things about Demelza and questioning the things I do for her.  It’s like she has a crush on me and doesn’t want Demelza in my life.  It’s gotten worse since we got engaged.”

“Wow.  I had no idea.  She’s always been so nice hasn’t she?  And she’s from Cornwall.”

“Yes and yes.  Which is why I have put up with it for so long.  I’ve even told her that what goes on with Demelza and I, isn’t any of her concern.  So, today, I finally went to Richard Tonkin about the situation, you know him don’t you?” Dwight nodded, “And he brought in HR and we went over the situation.  Best case scenario is we give her a written warning and transfer her to a different department.”

Dwight took a drink of his coffee, “Wow, no wonder you look like shit.  So obviously you haven’t talked to her yet?”

“No, I was just coming back from that meeting when I found you here, which I am eternally grateful for, because I’m knackered and I just didn’t want to deal with an awkward situation right now.  So thank you for being here when I needed you!” Ross gave a weak smile to his friend.  

Dwight smiled back, “Well, I’m glad that I could be of some help.  My main reason for coming here was to talk with you about the wedding dress excursion that you’re going on.  Caroline is a little upset about it.  She thinks that you’re going because you don’t trust her.  I told her that I was sure that wasn’t the reason but she didn’t believe me.”

Ross looked up at the ceiling and huffed, “I feel like I have been doing nothing but explain this decision to everyone around me!  Grrrrrrrr it’s so infuriating!  I know that it’s not normal, I know that it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress, yes, I am sure that I want to go with Demelza to the wedding dress shop.”

Dwight raised his hands up to stop Ross from more rambling, “Okay!  Take a beat mate!  What is going on with you?”

“Look, I’m sorry but this wedding dress has to be perfect for Demelza.  She has concerns about the dress and how it will look in the back.  I don’t know whether I’ve told you this or not, but Demelza still has scars on her back from when her father beat her while she was growing up, and she doesn’t want them to show on her wedding day.  So she asked that I come along to make sure that the scars don’t show.  Her decision.  And it has nothing to do with Caroline. I was hoping that you were still going for support.”

Dwight shook his head in agreement, “Yes, I’m still planning on going.  Well after what you’ve said, I can understand Demelza asking for you to be there.  I had forgotten about the scars.  But don’t forget how long these two women have known each other, far longer than we’ve known them, and they’re very close.  So I don’t think it would be good for you to push Caroline away from Demelza.”

“Bloody fucking hell Dwight, that’s not what I said!  Please don’t make this out to be more than what it is. The last thing I’m trying to do is tear apart their friendship, I would never do that.  They’re like sisters, much like you and I are brothers.  But I also don’t want this to turn into Caroline’s wedding instead of Demelza’s if you catch my drift.”  Ross was not in the mood for all of this Spanish inquisition.  He was trying to keep his temper from flaring up anymore than what it was.  

“Caroline does have a habit of getting over excited about things, so I can understand your concern on that score.  Well, I’ll explain the situation with the scars to Caroline, and I’m sure that she’ll understand.  You look exhausted, why don’t you take your own advice and go home.  I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the pub, but watching you fall asleep on the table won’t be any fun.  So walk me out?”

“I’m sorry for being pissy.  I’ve always heard that planning weddings can be stressful, but jayzus it’s only been a few days.  Let me close everything up in here and I’ll walk out with you,” Ross checked his diary to make sure that he didn’t have anything else going on the rest of the day before he left early.  He couldn’t wait to get out of the office.  

*******************************

An exhausted Ross shuffled through the back door at home, practically ripping his tie off. 

Demelza came down the stairway surprised to see Ross home so early, “Ross! I wasn’t expecting you home so early.  Is everything alright?  You look…”

“Terrible.  Yes, I know, I was told that earlier.  So, it’s still early, I’m going to take a shower before I have to take you to the music hall, yeah?”  He grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

“Don’t worry about it Ross, I have tonight off, remember?”

Ross’s head dropped back, “Oh thank God!  Look, it’s been a fucking awful day, and I’ll tell you all about it after I get a shower, alright?”

Demelza walked over and took him in her arms.  “Sure.  Are you hungry for anything in particular for supper tonight?”

“Mmmmm I don’t really care.  Whatever goes good with beer!”  

They both laughed at that.  Demelza reached up for a kiss, “Well, how about I just order us a pizza so that we don’t waste any of this precious extra time that we have together tonight cooking in the kitchen.”

“That sounds perfect.  Bloody hell you’re so smart! You order the pizza, and I’ll go jump in the shower.” 

***********************

Ross attacked his slice of pizza like a lion attacking his prey.  

“Oh Ross, I’m so sorry that all of this has happened with Jenny!  I guess I didn’t realise that her feelings had gotten that far.  I mean, I suspected that she had a crush on you, but I didn’t realise that it had gone this far.”

Ross washed down his pizza with a gulp of his beer, shaking his head, “Babe, I really don’t understand why she’s gone down that rabbit hole.  I swear to God, I have never, ever flirted with her or tried to lead her on.”

“Oh Ross, I know you never did. You don’t have to prove anything to me.  I just feel bad for her.  Do you think it would help if I talked to her?”  

“Oh love, I don’t know. Mmmm this pizza tastes so good tonight!  Um, I really don’t know if it would help or hurt.  That’s something I haven’t even thought about.  And you know, we’ve got the wedding coming up, and I’ve always thought that she would be on the guest list, but now I don’t know how to handle that.” Ross let out a big belch.

Demelza laughed at him, “Ross, that was nasty! Judas! Haha.  Well, I guess it’s something we can think about for a bit.  Are you done eating? Or are you going to chew on the pizza box as well?”

Ross laughed, “Don’t make fun of me!  It’s been a stressful day, and this pizza and beer was so good tonight.  Just what I needed.”

“Really? I’ll remember that the next time you want to have sex!”

Ross’s eyes grew wider than saucers, “That’s not what I meant, Demelza!”

“I don’t know, maybe you’ll just have to sleep with the pizza box!” She had a devilish grin on her face.

“Oh Ross, I did something today I think you’ll be happy about.”

“Oh? Did you buy some new lingerie?  Because I think I’d be pretty happy about that!”

“Ya wanker! No!  But, I did sign myself up for driving lessons!  I won’t be done with them until after the wedding, but I do start next week!  I’m kind of excited!”

Ross gave her a big hug, “Oh love, I’m so proud of you that you took this step on your own!  Once you get your licence and get more comfortable with it, I think it will really open up your life. But... can you still buy some new lingerie?”

“Oh Ross!” 

***********************

Pressure by Billy Joel

[wellthatwasaletdown]

To support you @wellthatwasaletdown - I would just like to add whoever that anon was she was right

Rape and trafficking - In regards of Olivia Wilde and her association with Harvey Weinstein and Red Hot Chili Peppers and Kroll Family. Everything is on the internet. Just see what RHCP did-🤮 yikes.

I don't think many people read articles or ignore it because they don't want their favourite and the guilt that comes with associating their favourite with these controversies. Allegations on Harvey Weinstein started in 2011- there are close pictures of OW with HW in 2012, 13, 14, 15.

Also, Azoff was accused of molestation charge and rape of a south american model in 1996, unfortunately it has been scrubbed of the internet I can't find it. Rest all I have provided the links.

https://www.gettyimages.in/detail/news-photo/olivia-wilde-and-harvey-weinstein-attend-tribeca-film-news-photo/862567254

https://www.etonline.com/music/191207_olivia_wilde_on_directing_red_hot_chili_peppers_music_video?amp=

https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/red-hot-chili-peppers-singer-anthony-kiedis-truth/#:~:text=In%201989%2C%20in%20a%20separate,woman's%20face%20against%20her%20wishes.

https://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/harvey-weinsteins-army-of-spies

(Kroll Family is mentioned, this actually happened- Harry and Nick Kroll hung out even after DWD.)

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2017/11/harvey-weinstein-bury-sexual-misconduct-allegations

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2011/sep/15/close-up-harvey-weinstein-butter

(even in 2009 , a case was registered against HW- It was quite public)

https://boundingintocomics.com/2022/09/08/former-harvey-weinstein-ally-olivia-wilde-says-dont-worry-darling-villain-is-based-on-insane-pseudo-intellectual-hero-to-the-incel-community-jordan-peterson/

https://www.tiktok.com/@nopecantdothis/video/6997881737032273158

https://x.com/hotrocklwt/status/1478413104845398021?t=baP47Mrml60OEp5fIX36pQ&s=19

(spread your legs - that's where power comes from)

https://cubazinsight.s3.uk.io.cloud.ovh.net/were-olivia-wilde-and-harvey-weinstein-friends.html (just a blog - not official media source- but it just stated and known facts)

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/14/nyregion/harvey-weinstein-sex-trafficking-lawsuit.html

Also, on a side note - many models/actress who don't have industry background - had been introduced to Harvey Weinstein via Olivia Wilde - she would encourage Young models to build connection with HW - two Victoria Secret Models spoke about it.

https://x.com/oliviawilde/status/917567150252052480?t=t9RbiDMDbs9kT7SfWtYF1g&s=19

The audacity to make such a statement - that she never witnessed "HW"'s conduct.

https://www.indiewire.com/features/general/harvey-weinstein-sexual-harassment-1201884525/

The Azoff -

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-11864971/Wife-Irving-Azoff-allegedly-subjected-female-housekeeper-sadistic-sexual-assault-campaign.html

https://www.billboard.com/business/legal/msg-ceo-james-dolan-sexual-assault-lawsuit-eagles-masseuse-1235582126/

(Azoff individually isn't named, but you can draw the connection.)

https://pagesix.com/2015/04/24/irving-azoffs-wife-threatened-sony-after-movie-snub/ (the snake 🐍 story almost everyone knows)

https://music.mxdwn.com/2014/11/25/news/mark-ronson-joined-by-registered-sex-offender-mystikal-for-new-song-feel-right/

(this was in 2014, Mark Ronson -who runs in Harry's circle)

https://www.nzherald.co.nz/entertainment/james-corden-boasts-about-bedding-women-amid-weinstein-joke-backlash/BS74GEQC6WULLDUJP5YDBLKO5E

I apologise for the long post - it is totally up to you to share - but to think Harry wasn't aware about all this when everything is on the internet and being an apologist for him doesn't stand right with me.

This is coming from a "once upon a time - Harry stan". To give the benefit of doubt to that anon - because I don't want the anon to feel bad - maybe she wasn't aware about all this - hope this helps the anon.

Also, Harry has made it impossible to cancel him - because of TPWK and his mother coming to his defense every time, it gets hard to troll when you have mummy by your side because people are sentimental - they will always go - that's his family so ya in a way things are messed up for Harry and why should we bothered if he isn't - this fandom - has victimized Harry for long, only blogs like yours are becoming a safe space to speak out, so yeah! I don't have anything else to say.

P.S - I FELT THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

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Personalized Treatment Plans: Your recovery program will focus on strengthening injured areas and improving mobility.

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Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 || Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping

Eddie Lives AU/ Roommates; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Roommates (living with their older relatives), Swearing, Cramped Quarters, Sexual Frustration, Threat of Destruction of Property (poor Sweetheart the electric guitar, she’s done nothing wrong), Dry Humping, Magic Wand Vibrator, Slight Choking, Squirting

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You didn't hate him– you just hated everything around him. Living with Eddie Munson and his uncle Wayne meant less room in the trailer, more messes that you alone were expected to clean, and zero privacy. Your aunt originally invited Wayne and "his boy" as she called him to stay with you and her, but when an eviction notice came unexpectedly, the lot of you had been forced to return to Forest Hill for housing– right back into the infamous scene of Chrissy Cunningham's death. 

Some changes had been made– A loft was built on top of the trailer with enough room for one queen sized bed that your aunt and his uncle traded. Meanwhile, the actual trailer's only bedroom had been turned into two via a "privacy curtain" and downsized a lot of things to fit all of you in. Your room held a twin sized mattress and a chest of drawers you used as a desk, and Eddie’s room mirrored yours plus a stack of amps for his electric guitar. 

That damn guitar. If he's not jamming in his friends' garage or running D&D on Fridays with those high schoolers, he's strumming that fucking instrument and blasting (quietly if you ask) his music all night. At least he knocks on the privacy wall before he bothers you with something mundane when he can't entertain himself. 

Somewhere along the way, after months with no way to relieve your urges, you snapped. Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin when you throw the folding curtain aside and stomp into his space. 

"What'd I do? What'd I do?!" 

You grab his ankles and drag him down the bed and he gets lost in the blanket he was curled up in. You catch his guitar before it hits the dirty floor and hold it over your head much to Eddie's dismay. His eyes become saucers and his face gets stern. 

"Don't," he hisses with one hand out as if to placate a rabid animal. 

Unperturbed, you sneer. "It's Thursday. Don't you have somewhere else to be?!" 

Eddie shrugs. "We– I… one of my buddies was forced to go camping. We- we can't play without the drums." 

You grit your teeth, unsatisfied. "So do something else. Somewhere else!" 

"I-I-I," Eddie sputters as he watches your nails dig into his precious baby. "Like what? Where do you want me to go?!" 

"Outside, Eddie!," you scream. 

"Why?!" 

…you uh, don't know how to answer that. In fact, you were banking on simply scaring him so bad he left without question, yet here you are. He wasn't being loud today. He wasn't making a mess or bothering you for once. He was just there and he could hear everything, just like you could hear everything he does in his room– especially the private stuff. 

"Just– " you sigh and use your head to support the guitar you were holding as your arms grow tired. "An hour. I just want an hour alone. Is that too much to ask?" 

Eddie looks at you sympathetically. "... I wish I could, but uh… I actually can't just go outside and loiter like I used to..." 

Oh fuck, you forgot. Munson was legally cleared of murdering the cheerleader (you wouldn't have believed it anyway not since you met him, the scared little lay about) but that didn't mean their weren't people still hunting him. No other suspects were arrested for it, the cause of her death was still unknown. 

You tossed Eddie his guitar back and worried your lip trying to come up with an alternative. Maybe you could take your vibrator, a towel, and his van to an empty parking lot. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but, you would be way more comfortable doing it at home. You can’t just ignore it anymore, it’s consuming your every thought and ruining your panties… 

“Is there… something else I can help you with?,” he asks warily. 

You know what he means– you know! But you can’t stop from shifting your feet and rubbing your thighs together just to provide some relief. You try glaring meanly at him but it feels a lot more sexually charged than it should be and unfortunately, Eddie looks like he’s catching on to your dilemma. 

“Oh,” he murmurs. “You want alone time to… oh!” 

You roll your eyes and turn to go back to your room but he stops you. "Hey wait! I could still… I could still help you with that too. If– if you want…" 

You look over Eddie. Before you busted down the wall between your rooms, he had been relaxing. His hair was tied up, wearing the gray shirt you were secretly obsessed with because it was Unnaturally Soft, and barefoot. You reach down to rip the blanket off him, revealing for a split second that he was only wearing boxers before he shielded his modesty with the base of his guitar. 

Well, he did look delectable like this. And you were desperate at this point. "There are going to be rules." 

Eddie furrows his brow as you disappear into your room, only to return a moment later wielding an object he had only seen in pornos and sex shops. "Rule one," you say as you point the vibrator at him menacingly, "never ever ever speak about this to anyone." 

"Done, our secret." Eddie's eyes follow you as you saunter towards him and swiftly straddle his hips. “Anything else?” 

You reach down and accidentally flash him your cleavage before jamming his guitar in his arms. “Rule two, don’t look at me and keep playing.” 

“Ok– UGM.” You sit on his hips and feel the hump of his ‘boy bits’ against your sex– both lightly clothed in cotton. “Any requests?” 

“Know anything with a semi-sensual bass line?,” your voice comes in a sigh as you rut against him, feeling yourself grow hotter as you finally feel the beginnings of your game coming to fruition. The first phrases he strums are intensely familiar. “Oh, House of the Rising Sun? You’ve been snooping through my things.”

Eddie shrugs and turns his eyes to the ceiling as per the second rule. “Hardly snooping if you leave your cassettes in my van.”  

He grunts and closes his eyes, his fingers skipping over a note as you rut again and set your vibrator to the lowest setting. You can feel his thighs stiffen under your ass as you pull the top of your dress down and bare your hardening nipples to tease them. 

Your eyes drift closed as you feel everything. “Fuck Eddie.” 

The man hums in response and you both hissed as the vibrator made contact with your clit and the base of his hardening cock. In an instant, two clammy hands grasp your hips and forced you up. 

"Stop," Eddie begged, "hang on, I need…" 

You catch yourself from falling on him with a hand on his pillow and pause. Eddie is panting as he reaches into his boxers (not minding a few wet spots) to settle his cock against his belly and hooking the waistband under his balls. Obediently, his hands return to his guitar and he nods at you. 

"Ok I'm good, you can–" 

You snapped his underwear back into its rightful place halfway up his cock and Eddie almost screamed, his eyes pricking with tears and veins bulging in his neck. He glares at you with more malice than you thought he was capable of and he forces you to sit down on his hips before returning his eyes to the ceiling. 

"Nice tits," he growls. 

"I know," you chuckle and resume your minstrations. 

Eddie's guitar picks up where he left off. You continue rocking your hips and return the bulky vibrating wand to stimulate your clit, even brushing the sensitive frenelum of Eddie’s cockhead with the wand and loving the way he bucks up into you. The coil in your gut tightens harshly and you feel something unexpected but exciting building with it. 

You hum long and low in your throat. "Keep playing, Eddie." 

"'M trying," he groans, "getting close." 

Your wand dies unexpectedly and you quickly toss it aside with a huff. "Just keep playing. Fuck, Eddie…" 

He loves the way his name sounds, and when you say it like that… he misses the E string again and holds his guitar up to his neck. The last thing he wants is to come all over his precious Sweetheart, even if it annoys you. He tries strumming the melody from up high. It sounds a little out of tune and he catches you smiling (your eyes are closed, or you'd scold him for breaking your rules). 

"Thought you said you learned Master of Puppets in 30 days," you tease, "but now you can't play four bars on repeat. S'matter, pussy too good?" 

Eddie grips his guitar roughly. "Can feel how wet you are…" and see your pretty chest swaying. He shuts his eyes tight. Your threats are rarely empty and he needs to come, he'll die if he doesn't. 

"Oh shhh–" 

Eddie hits himself in the face trying to thrust Sweetheart out of the splash zone. He growls as streams of pearly white fluid pools in his belly button and paint streaks across his shirt, even tiny droplets splash under his chin. Your movements milk every drop out of him, and as soon as he cracks an eye open, he sees you triumphantly admiring your handy work. 

"Fuck," Eddie hisses as his cock throbs one more time and everything starts to feel overly sensitive. "Too much, too much." 

Reluctantly, you stop rocking and stare down your nose at Eddie. He knows what you're thinking already and tries to dissuade you with a firm hand on your hips. 

"Just need to catch my breath," he pleads. "Why don't you take this off before it gets ruined?" 

His fingers gently tug on the sun dress pooling around your hips. In truth, he wants to be able to see more of you, and you oblige his suggestion with seductive grace. Now it's just you and two layers of cotton underwear sitting on his softening cock and empty sack. He sets his guitar just off the bed and helps you adjust your placement for better friction. 

"Pick that up," you command. "I didn't say you could stop playing." 

Eddie sighs, "yes ma'am." 

He folds his shirt in half to cover his mess and settles Sweetheart back in her place against his ribcage. He glances back at you again as he finally notices the vibrating wand has disappeared. 

"Look the other way." Your eyebrows are drawn together and you unconsciously cover your breasts with your hands until he obeys. 

It's weird to him that you choose to be shy at this moment. After all, you were downright prideful a moment ago, and he is the only one covered in cum right about now. 

"Any other requests? A different song perhaps?" 

"Sure…" 

Eddie tunes a string that sounded off and begins to play something a little less somber but with a heavy bassline. Sunshine of Your Love fills the space between you and he can hear you smiling through your praise. 

"I like this one," you chuckle and begin to rock your hips again, slower this time to build back the momentum you lost. 

He's less sensitive now and simply enjoying the feel of you, wanting to get you off like he said he would. Still, it's fun to hear you 1) laugh and 2) like his taste in music. If he could get hard again, he totally would. 

It's not long before he feels your warm hands come down on his shoulders for support and it takes every ounce of his control not to look at you. The gentle sighs that fall from your lips come in time with the rising speed of your thrusts against his flaccid junk. Eddie counts to four in his head, bends his knees, and bucks up in perfect time to help you get off. 

The prettiest filthiest sound pours out of you halfway between a sob and a sigh. You bite your tongue hard to stop yourself from saying his name again and scold yourself internally for even thinking about it. This isn't about Eddie, this is about getting off. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get there. Not without the wand and not without thinking of Eddie. 

"Fuck..." The curse is dripping with frustration and Eddie's heart pangs with sympathy. 

Eddie's had enough. You can't finish like this but you are too stubborn to help even yourself. It's time to take over. 

You gasp as you suddenly feel Eddie's fingers wrap around your throat. There's a dark look in his eye as he sits up on his elbow, guitar set aside again. It fills you with heat that pools in your gut. 

"Come on, princess," Eddie says, his voice low and gravelly, "what's the matter? You want to come, don't you?" 

"Ah! Eddie!" One second you're dry humping your roommate, and the next you find yourself on your back with said roommate hovering over you. His rough hand squeezes your wind pipe for a second causing stars to dance in your eyes and his hips press down, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his width. You tell yourself you shouldn’t feel so aroused by this lazy nerd musician. 

“If you want me to stop, say the magic word. But before you do–” he tilts his head back and licks his lips. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.” 

Eddie thrusts his hips once and you know you’re done for. He’s grown hard again that much is sure, and the way his cock is sandwiched between your soaked folds to brush your clit with his head is enough to make you cry. His thrusts are short and needy, but not because he is desperate– it’s because you are. You know if you asked him to fuck you like a toy, he would happily oblige and you have to bite your tongue to save you from yourself. 

“What’s that, baby?” Eddie smugly addresses the punchy whines escaping from you. “I can’t hear so good, did you say you want me to stop?” 

“No please!” You cry and dig your nails hard into the hand on your throat to keep him there. “Please don’t stop, Ed, please…” 

Satisfaction curls cat-like on his lips. “That’s what I thought you said, sweetheart. Now, who’s making you feel good, baby?” 

Oh this asshole, you think, I’m going to kill him someday. “...you are.” 

“And what’s my name, princess?”

You roll your eyes internally. “Eddie.” 

“Uh-HUH. Eddie who?” 

“Eddie fucking Munson!” The devil rewards you with a warm fingered pinch on your exposed bud. 

“That’s right! Good girl.” His rhythm is so perfect, you can count it– 120 beats per minute. “And who’s touch are you gonna beg for?” 

“Eddie Munson…” Your voice becomes airy and high. Every stroke building like water behind a dam and his toying with your chest sparks like magic. 

“And who’s the lucky son of a bitch who’s gonna make you come?”

He speeds up, anticipating your peak, the wall you keep hitting but couldn’t pull yourself over. Instead of answering him with his name, you scream under him and arch your back as stars explode outwards behind your eyes and deep in the pit of your stomach. Fire washes over your skin, then ice as the sweat on your body cools, and a comforting warmth returns as you feel Eddie’s chest covering yours and his head fall into the crook between your neck and your shoulder. 

It takes you a few minutes to feel your toes. You cradle the back of his neck craving his contact and forget you ever hated Eddie the freak Munson. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sheepishly. “Maybe this is an insane thing to ask but… do you know how fast you were going when you made me come?” 

“195,” he mutters matter-of-factly. 

The ticklish feeling causes you to laugh. ��On a school night? Shame on you.” 

The way he nuzzles into your neck fills you with something sweet, until he speaks again with that trademark smugness. “And I made you do a lot more than come, baby.” 

You become very aware of the fact that your underwear and the bed beneath you is drenched, like genuinely soaked, swimming in liquid. Even the bottom half of Eddie’s shirt which slipped down while he was over you was wet as well as sticky where his cum was barely dried. You roll your eyes and promise to never let yourself do this again. 

Your vow lasts all of two hours.

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Using my roommate like a sex jukebox? Its more likely than you think!

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reki and langa taking care of their drunk s/o

synopsis: headcanons about how reki and langa takes care of your drunk ass

pairings: langa x reader, reki x reader

warnings: underage drinking (drink responsibly pleath!), getting sick, drunk..ness, I use the word “sexy”

notes: school is beating my ass, so i wrote this just to lighten the mood. i want to have one out for joe and cherry tomorrow! and i also want to write one where you take care of them while they're drunk too! but omg pls drink responsibly tho! 😭 I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors!

REKI

PLS he'd be so stressed out

he's taken care of drunk friends before and didn't even bat an eye but when it's you, he's a lot more concerned because you're his bby <3

will probably laugh a bit at your antics and take cute pictures of you

but then you’d get sick and he starts freaking out and looking up common signs of alcohol poisoning njgksdkdhskf

so he’s closing up at dope with manager oka when he gets a call from your phone number

he’s a little worried when he picks up and it’s your friend that’s calling him, and not you

“where’s y/n? are they okay? why can’t they talk to me?” he spits out without even taking a breath

oka and him are standing outside the shop

oka has one hand on the grate as he stares hard at reki, obviously concerned

“oh they’re fine! we were gonna meet up with our other friends to go to a party, but they go too drunk. ” your friend tells reki breezily.

reki hears your voice in the background, tiny and slurred, and his heart squeezes

“yea, i’m talking to him right now!” he hears your friend say to you. “yea, he’s coming right now...you want me to what?”

“hey,” your friend says directly into the receiver, taking to reki now “y/n said they miss you and they wanted to know if you miss them back”

“yeah, i miss them a lot” reki answers easily, exchanging glances with manager oka, who’s still looking confused and concerned

“y/n, he said he misses you too...why are you crying again?” your friend sighs, and reki’s heart clenches in his chest. “yeah, just come pick them up...please. i’ll send you the address”

reki hangs up and looks up at manager oka, who’s waiting for an explanation

“could you please give me a ride?” reki begs him, clasping his hands out in front of him.

and of course, manager oka says yes

when they arrive outside your friend’s place, reki thanks manager oka for the ride

“are you sure you got everything from here?” oka asks slightly uneasy about the situation. all reki told him was that you needed to see him—urgently

reki fumbles to take off his seatbelt and opens the car door

“yeah! i’m fine! thank you very much!” he says frantically.

“okay, call me if you need anything” oka frowns.

when your friend opens the door for reki, he kicks his shoes off and immediately is like “where are they?”

he’s led into your friend’s bedroom, to see you laying on your friend’s bed, wearing a short dress

you're crying face first into a pillow, not even noticing when reki and your friend stepped in the room

“hey, look who came to rescue you!” your friend grins, stepping into the bedroom after reki.

you slowly look up and blink some tears away to see reki standing by the door, looking at you anxiously

“reki?” you hiccup, struggling to sit up only to fall back down with a squeak.

reki’s heart twists as he watches you, before rushing over to help you with open arms.

“i’m here, baby, i’m here” reki sits on the bed and he pulls you upright. you slump into his chest like a rag doll and rubs soothing circles into your back. “you are so dumb for this”

“am not!” you weakly protest into his chest, your voice muffled.

"are too" reki counters, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

" 'was an accident..." you murmur, nuzzling your face against his chest

"no it wasn't" your friend clicks their tongue as you groan.

reki thanks your friend for taking care of you and for calling him before taking you back to your place.

you live just two down blocks from your friend's place so reki doesn't see the harm in walking

he thinks it may even be good for you

reki gives your his dope sketch sweater because all you're wearing is that short halter dress

tries to walk with his arm wrapped around your waist for support, but you're sagging against him heavily

so he just gives your a piggyback ride the rest of the way home

"oh my god, you're not wearing a hoodie right now..." you slur into his shoulder

"yeah, because i gave it to you" he hoists you higher up on his back and you giggle

“oh yeah,” you say.

you’re silent for a bit, before you lift your head off from reki’s shoulder and to reki’s horror, shout “y’all! this man gave me his hoodie! i think he gotta crush on me!😩🙈”

“shhh!!” reki hisses, pinching your thigh, which only makes you shriek. “people are trying to sleep! who are you even talking to??”

“the audience!” you announce, your voice booming through the empty street. reki rolls his eyes, not even wanting try arguing with you

“okay, okay just shut up please”

“you’re embarrassed because i told the audience that you gave your hoodie”

“okay then, tell the audience how you were crying for me to come see you”

“i...don’t recall that”

when you both finally make it to your home, you’ve quiet downed a little and reki is slightly relived/unsettled

he’s carrying you to your room until your tighten your grip around his neck and whimper “reki, i don’t feel good...”

reki bolts to the bathroom before placing you in front of the toilet just in time for you to get sick

he isn’t grossed out (he has three little sisters and he’s taken care of them when they’ve been sick) but he is shaken up

reki holds your hair back with one hand and alternates between rubbing your back and supporting you forehead with another—ALL WHILE scolding you for drinking so much dhjdjdbdjd

“you need to drink more responsibly! you shouldn’t of even be drinking! you’re underaged! oh my god, what did you even drink? how much did you drink?”

he can’t help it, he’s so worried for you

he’ll stop scolding you if you start crying tho, like how can he be upset at that?

wipes your mouth and kisses your temple before asking if your feeling better

when you say yes, he holds you up by your shoulders as you brush your teeth and rinse your mouth

he does your skin routine for you as best as he can (you have so many steps, it’s ungodly)

reki changes you into something more comfortable for bed and orders you to drink a glass of water

you’re so out of it that you comply, reluctantly of course

reki sits beside on you on your bed as you look at him glumly while you sip from the glass of water

“ahh, don’t give me those eyes. i’m making sure you don’t prune up” he pouts back at you, smoothing one of your eyebrows down with his thumb.

when you finish your water, he takes the glass for you and sets it your bedside table

“you have painkillers right? you’re gonna need them tomorrow morning” reki sighs as takes his jeans off to slip into bed with you

“in my drawer...” you murmur, your eyes half shut as you lay on your side. “are you gonna go?”

reki folds his jeans and places them on your desk, before walking back over to you

“nope, i gotta watch you for the night” he smiles softly at you and you give a shaky sigh of relief that makes reki’s heart burst

“it’ll be like a sleepover” reki says, as he slips next to you and turns on his side to face you

“a sexy sleepover” you nod, and reki frowns

“no...”

“...yes”

“you’re drunk”

“—in love, as our dear Beyoncé puts it” you slur, slightly grinning. reki doesn’t reply, staring at you disapprovingly, and you croak out— “we be all night! looooveeee—”

reki grabs your face with one hand, looking somewhere between horrified and amused

“i can’t stand you, right now” reki’s shoulders shaking with silent laughter

“but you’re already laying down—”

“enough, enough! roll over!” reki hisses, he points in the opposite direction with his finger

you giggle but comply

you feel reki’s hands wrap around your waist as he snuggled up from behind, spooning you

“i promise you, you won’t be laughing in the morning” he whispers into your ear as you begin to drift off

LANGA

just one big “?”

googling “how to take care of drunk person” with one hand with his other arm wrapped around your waist

alternates between confused and concerned

if you get sick, langa will actually call an ambulance—you have to tell him that you’re fine and even then he’s reluctant

you, langa, and reki all went to a party after S

you and reki are kinda amped, but langa isn’t enjoying himself all that much

people shouting across the room, shoving into him, the smell of alcohol—it’s all too much for him

so he’s like “ mkay, i’m out 🚶”

so he makes sure reki stays with you before walking to an isolated corner in the backyard to get some air

it hasn’t even been 30 minutes when you and reki stumble over to where he sits, arms wrapped around each other’s necks and giggling

langa watches the both of you stagger up to him with weary eyes, he already KNOWS that his night is gonna get stranger

“your darling, y/n, is drunk” reki announces, trying to keep a straight face

“reki is too!” you protest, stepping on reki’s foot causing him to yelp.

langa. exe has crashed

he realizes that he has to take care of the both of you,,,and he has no clue how

langa sits up from the planter he was sitting on and grabs both of your arms

“we’re going home” he says flatly, earning whines from both you and reki

langa drags you both to the front yard, as the both of you struggle in his grasp

“langaaa~ we didn’t even get to dance!” you whine, trying to break free from langa’s grasp

“langa, man, the party literally just started—” reki protests, struggling to get langa to let go of his arm. “holy hell, you’re strong”

“yea...it’s kinda hot” you murmur, slumping toward langa, who continues to drag you through the front door and onto the lawn. “langa, you’re so strong and hot, thank you for dating me”

when he’s dragged you both onto the sidewalk, he looks both ways down the street before asking “who lives closest to here?”

all of sudden, reki pitches forward to be sick

“langa! he’s dying, do something!” you wail, beginning to cry.

langa grips the back of reki’s hoodie to keep him from falling face forward

“okay” langa sighs as you drunkenly sob into his chest and reki moans, barely supporting himself. “i’m calling an adult”

he calls hiromi and begs him to come pick all three of you up

the three of you wait, sitting on the curb

langa is sitting between you and reki, an arm wrapped around you as you murmur nonsense into his chest and a hand clasped on reki’s shoulder who’s seeming a bit more lucid

“i promise you i’m fine! i get drunk quick but it fades away! let’s go back in!” reki pleads, earning a frown from langa

“y/n is still drunk, and you should probably go home” he looks down at you with sad eyes when you whimper against his chest. “i shouldn’t have let them drink”

hiromi brings the company car, shouting at the three of you as langa loads you and reki into car

hiromi is mad as hell but he still gets out to help langa buckle you in

langa offers for reki to come over to his house so he can monitor both

but hiromi grudgingly offers to watch reki because he knows there is no way langa can take care of you both

so hiromi drops you and langa off, telling him to call him if anything happens

langa carries you bridal style in his room and sits down on his bed with you in his lap

you blink up at him sleepily at him, holding onto his shoulders for support

“i don’t think you should’ve been drinking” he whispers, steadying you with his hands on your waist

“i don’t think i should have either” you murmur, before smushing your face into his neck. “i don’t wanna be drunk anymore, how do i stop?”

you sound close to crying and langa feels his stomach twist with panic because fuck, he doesn’t know either

he holds you against his chest with one arm and hastily whips out his phone, googling “how to stop being drunk”

cut him some slack y’all, he’s TRYING

he sees a “cold shower”, “plenty of sleep”, and “hydration” in the top results

sports mode langa: activated

carries you into the bathroom to give you a cold shower, but then you abruptly get sick and langa is like “!!?!!$!!??”

like reki, he’s gonna hold your hair and pat your back, but he’s too shook to scold you

says strange, earnest things like “you’re doing great!” and “you’re being very brave, i’m proud of you!”

unlike reki though, he’s slightly grossed out about by v*mit but he continues to be a dutiful boyfriend

waits until your done and you slump back against him, half asleep.

he decides the shower isn’t a GREAT idea with you being this groggy

langa isn’t letting you move an INCH

brushes your teeth for you—like he makes you open your mouth and gently brushes along your teeth

carries you to bed (he likes carrying you, he isn’t gonna lie)

he gives you one of his long sleeves to wear to bed and helps you out your clothes

langa holds a water bottle up to you lips and even tips your head back gently sjduslsjxjisej he’s so <333

his bed is pretty small and he’s pretty lanky, so he tucks you in, making sure you sleep on your side

he kneels on the floor beside you, his upper body resting on his bed and his face right next yours

langa holds your hand and watches you as you struggle to stay awake

“i’m sorry” you croak and langa kisses your finger

“don’t be sorry, it happens” he assures you quietly, his face slightly softening.

you blink bearily as you take in langa’s face, glowing in the moonlight shining through is window

“you’re so pretty” you murmur, weakly gripping his fingers. “i wish you could see yourself right now”

langa softly smiles at you as drift off

he watches you the whole night as you sleep, making sure you don’t skip a breath

notes: i’m writing one for joe and cherry and i’m gonna post that real soon!

edit: here it is!

[lucky-catttt]

Maxwell Lord’s Aphrodite - Pt 1

Summary: When Maxwell Lord’s world comes crashing down, you, his personal assistant bring him back from the pits of despair.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x Reader (female), Maxwell Lord x You

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY - I’ve also put a smut alert ahead in bold if you want to skip straight to the good bits ;)

Word Count: 7,381

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, foreplay, mentions of domestic abuse, trauma, drug/alcohol abuse.

A/N: This is my first fan-fic, so the writing might not be fantastic, but if you have any pointers/advice please tell me! I always read stories about Maxwell being a domineering guy and never stories about how he can be romantic and soft. When I watched WW84 especially at the end I saw how emotional and vulnerable he was with Alistair and wanted to write a story that portrayed him as a big cuddly teddy bear under all that masculine exterior. Enjoy!

You’ve worked for black and gold corporation for the better part of 7 years. You were hired as an intern assistant at just 21, soon after the company jettisoned from its humble beginnings inside a matchbox office suite on the corner of a strip mall, to a stock market listed company leasing the top floor in the tallest high rise office building in Los Angeles. Soon after moving in, the top floor office was packed with young, vibrant men and women who helped profits soar. But even at its busiest, Maxwell always made time for his staff. No matter what he was going through, he would give his staff his undivided attention and empathy. If they were having personal or professional problems, he would do everything he could to help. It aligned with his company motto, “life is good, but it can be better”.

He believed it was important to be as personable and helpful to others as possible, he felt that it was imperative to his own success. Only you knew this really stemmed from his less than favourable upbringing, being abused by his father, bullied by his peers and having to work hard for his achievements. He could be having the worst day, but he would never make it known to his team, all except you of course, being his personal assistant. As you spent a large amount of time together, Maxwell confided in and involved you in many personal areas of his life. 6 months after you started working for Max, he invited you and your then boyfriend to his wedding, stealing a waltz from you at the Reception. A year later, when his son, Alistair was born, he would show you picture after picture of baby photos, gushing about how proud he was to be a father. 3 years later when the company had its first day on the US stock exchange, you and Max stayed up all night at the office running through press releases, interviews and planning the next 6 months of his now very hectic schedule. When Alistair would come to the office to visit, you would babysit and play with him, change him, feed him, read him stories and sing him to sleep.

As he started to grow up, you soon rivaled Max in Alistair’s favourite person to spend time with at the office. Two years ago when you ended up in a very bad car accident and broke your arm, Max showed up personally to the hospital looking frantically worried about you. He even brought along Alistair who was helping carry a giant bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear and balloons. He stayed overnight after your surgery, sleeping in the most awkward positions on the single armchair next to your hospital bed. While you were in surgery, he made sure your work health insurance covered every cent and even provided company paid physiotherapy so you could get better properly. You knew you were in love with him since that dance at his wedding, but you had too much respect and adoration for him to be a homewrecker. Plus, you just assumed as he was so involved with all of his staff, that it didn’t mean he would be into you romantically.

As you were required to attend many of the shareholder and CCO/CEO/CFO meetings to take minutes, you became intrigued with the world of business and economics. So you enrolled in a Bachelor’s degree part time through a local University. At the time, women in business was largely unheard of, and to avoid sexist comments and discrimination, you told no one. When the Global Financial Crisis hit, it slammed into Maxwell’s dreams like a meteoroid. Overtime was required at the office and you spent most of your time in Max’s office doing paperwork for staff that had been laid off due to the budget cuts. Each day he would be on the phone, yelling at other business men on the other side of the world. You watched his positive energetic demeanor slowly chip away, as his drinks cart full of spirits and liqueurs dwindled alongside. Not long after, Black and Gold’s Chief Financial Officer and advisors within the company were arrested for Insider Trading and other shady business dealings.

Throughout all of this, you had given Max as much support, personally and professionally as you could, while still being respectful and platonic as he was a married man. With most of the staff gone and the company’s finances in disarray from the GFC and mismanagement, the universe dealt Max the final blow, his divorce. His wife, who was clearly only interested in him for his money and how it could provide her a cushy lifestyle, filed for divorce as the company was failing. She tried to take him to the cleaners financially, but Max was smart enough to have a prenuptial agreement and keep what was left of his dwindling fortune. So she used their son, Alistair, as a pawn in her game. The courts granted Max shared custody, but only one visit per fortnight. This devastated him as his son was his whole world.

He didn’t want to become destitute by giving up his fortune to his wife, but he didn’t want to lose his son, either. It started to tear him apart, leading to drunken nights in his office, alone. Except, he wasn’t totally alone. Every night, after everyone had gone home, you would stay back late each night to check on him and make sure he hadn’t done anything stupid. You would sit in one of the barren office cubicles with a vantage point to his office, but invisible to see from his desk. With tears sitting at the edges of your eyes, you silently watch him drink enough alcohol to chill out a bull, take some pills, flip through photo books of Alistair and start to sob. This went on for months. Overdue bills and foreclosure notices started to pile up on his desk. Egregiously inflated child support payment requests from his ex-wife littered the coffee table in his office.

Today was an exceptionally hard day, Max had received a resignation letter from his second last employee, leaving just you and him in the office. He slept on the futon in his office the night before, waking up looking disheveled, his tie pulled loose, shirt half tucked, suit jacket on the floor and his shoes god knows where. He looked awful.

Night falls, shrouding the office in darkness. Apart from a few desk lights, the floor is cold & dark. As you start packing boxes with office paperwork and belongings, you glance over to see the outline of Max at his desk, with his back turned, silently smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of whiskey on ice. He reaches back for a brief moment, to press the answering machine, illuminated by his desk lamp. *beep* Message received, Wednesday, 4:33 pm “Hello Maxwell this is Brittany from AMP investments, your lease agreement with us has been defaulted for 6 months now with $150,000 in rent arrears. If it is not paid by the 30th of this month, building management will deactivate access to the floor and repossess any remaining belongings on the property. *beep* End Message. Message received Thursday, 5:43 pm “Max it’s Barb, I’m cancelling Alistair’s visit this weekend, seeing as you don’t want to pay me any extra child support.” *beep* End Message. Message received today, 7:02 pm “Hey Daddy, it’s Alistair, Mommy said I can’t come over because you’re working too much to see me. I wish you weren’t working all the time so we could play together and go to the movies and-“ you hear Barb, Max’s ex wife cut him off with “Alistair? What are you doing on the phone?! Who are you talking to?” Alistair whines, “I wanted to talk to Daddy” suddenly the sound of the receiver slams into the phone. *beep* End Message. You have no new messages.

The office is dead silent, but you can audibly hear the sound of Max’s heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He begins to cry, slowly shrinking in his chair, slumping down with his forearms on his knees and his head bowed. The cries slowly become more intense, with Max gasping for air between the long loud shrieks as his whole body shakes. “Alistair! My Alistair! My boy! I’ve failed you! Your Daddy failed you!” He wails, tears freely flooding down his face and snot dripping out of his nose, both like endless waterfalls. He drops to his knees and collapses onto the carpet, like he’s been shot right through the chest. He continues to sob & wail, forgetting that he isn’t alone in the office. You walk to the doorway of his office, frozen with indecision. Your heart was pounding and eyes on the verge of tears from what you just heard. On one hand you feel like you’re intruding on something extremely personal and maybe somewhat embarrassing for Maxwell, but you’ve never seen him like this and he looked like he was physically dying.

“Mr Lord, is everything okay?” Your soft voice quietly called out from the doorway of his office. Your medicated voice jolts Max out of his catatonic state and into a sitting upright position, as he quickly wipes his face and fixes his hair. “Oh, Ug-I’m so sorry for you to see me like this, it’s quite unbecoming of me” Maxwell apologises, trying to play it off with a light hearted chuckle between quiet heaved sobs. You catch a frozen stare, peering straight into his soul past the bloodshot, weepy but warm, brown irises.

Your heart is thumping hard, as if to try and break out of your ribcage and fly over to him. Max had been there for all of his staff, especially you. You couldn’t walk away after everyone else in his life had abandoned or given up on him. “You don’t need to apologise, Mr Lord.” You slowly reply, stepping over the booze bottles littering his office floor as you walk over to him. He’s frantically adjusting his outfit and hair, to look as put together as possible before you sit down beside him on the floor. You both sit there in silence, with the odd sniffle coming from Max’s nose. You finally pucker up the courage and say “I didn’t want to intrude but I heard the voice messages, I’m so sorry all of this has happened to you, Max”.

He had never heard you say his name before, it was always “Mr Lord”. It felt like honey soothing his dry strained throat as it rolled off your tongue. You continued, “You’ve always been there for me”, you paused to redirect attention, “for all of us. What can I do to help?”. You reach out and place your hand on his. Your warm, soft touch sends a shock wave of emotion through his body. No one has cared about him like this before, let alone touched him in such a gentle way. Max stares at your now teary eyes, realising he can be vulnerable and trust his longest and closest friend.

He collapses by your side, crying into your shoulder “I’m a failure” he sobs “My business, my marriage and most importantly I’ve failed my son. I just hope one day that he can forgive me and love me and be proud of me. He is my whole life, I just want him back”. You start to choke up but you have to remain composed. You look up and away, silently biting your knuckle and blinking tears back into your eyes before responding. “Max, you are not a failure, you are an exceptional human being. You built this company from nothing and you changed peoples lives. And don’t even get me started with Alistair, you’re the best father a kid could ask for, it’s not your fault your ex wife is being abusive”. He continues to sob, so you wrap your arm around his side and let him cry for a few minutes. The smell of his chemically lightened & straightened dark blonde hair filled your nostrils as his forehead pressed against your chin.

His large fingers and palms grip your free hand. They’re surprisingly soft & very warm. You freeze as his touch sends zaps of electricity up your arm and down your body. As Maxwell leans against you, your perfume overloads his senses, bringing him back to a conscious state. What was he doing? He thought to himself. I’m a failure, and everything I get close to fails or leaves. He looks down at your hands. I can’t hurt such an amazing person. I have to rip off the metaphorical bandaid and be cruel to be kind. “Thank you” he sighs, catching his breath after minutes of sobbing “You can go home now. In fact, I want you to take a redundancy payout so you can find another job. There’s nothing left for you here. I’m a failure and I don’t want you drowning with the ship” he says, in a clinically professional voice. Max hands you a company envelope with your name on it. He sits up to take a sip on the remaining whiskey left in his glass.

Your ears begin to burn and your cheeks redden with anger. Tears prick at the edges of your eyes, begging for them to flow. “Alfred will take you home in the company car, or wherever you want to go”. He continues, now smoking a cigarette.

“But what If I don’t want to go?” You whisper, trying to hide the sobs that are trying to break through your voice. “Please, I just want you to be happy” Max replies. You take great offence at his ignorant statements, as if he knows what makes you truly happy. “How do you know what makes me happy, Max?” You huff, standing up abruptly and folding your arms. “Well, I don’t know, but I can’t exactly see how you would be happy staying here while my company fails” he answers, shrugging. You feel your heart begin to break, realising that even being single and having such a close professional relationship with you, Max seemed to hold no deeper feelings for you and was almost starting to turn on you. You stand there wanting to run for the door but trying to think logically. Men are dim, maybe he doesn’t realise your true feelings? Maybe he’s preoccupied with his own and too overwhelmed to face them?

Max’s embarrassment from being caught in such a vulnerable state compounded with offending you takes its toll and he starts to get frustrated and impatient. “I think I just want to be alone now”. He sighs, looking away. The words cut deep, slicing you apart like ribbons. You begin to feel yourself fall apart, your emotions and thoughts spilling out with force. “I can’t leave” you sob, hanging your head in shame. Hearing you start to cry, he starts to hate himself more as he's clearly made you upset. With emotions bubbling over, he stands up, looking at you with tears in his eyes. “Why? Why can’t you leave!?” He shouts, a pained look of frustration and confusion on his face as he puts his hands on your arms, gently shaking you to get you to speak.

The last of the ribbons tying up your words from coming out fall down around you. You look deep into his crazed brown eyes, longing for an answer. “Because I love you!” You blurt out, sobbing. The tension in the room is now thick enough to cut with a knife. “I’ve loved you since the night we danced at your wedding. I fell in love with one of the most empathic, intelligent, hard working and compassionate men I know. You changed my life and every day I wish I could’ve shown you the love & kindness you deserve. That you need”. You step back from his grip, straightening your pantsuit as you compose yourself. “But I guess if I’m not needed anymore, I’ll leave you alone, Mr Lord”. The duality of your emotive declaration of love against the rigid clinical final words lurched his heart forward like a freight train and then slammed against his rib cage with the force of 100Gs.

You start to stride towards the door, but Maxwell follows behind you quickly, grabbing your hand, where you turn around on your heels. He grabs both of your hands and brings them up between you, squeezing them gently. “Pl-please don’t, don’t leave me” he begs, “you-you’re all I have left”. His dark brown eyes shimmer with tears as he shoots you a pleading gaze. He drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs and squeezing tight like he's hanging on for dear life. You stand frozen on the spot, feeling Max’s warm breath on your legs as he heaves a few more cries. As you start to run your hands through his dark blonde locks, the sensation calms your mind and you reach your hands down to cup Max’s face, tilting it up to look at you. “I won't, Max” you say with a concerned gaze. “As long as you don’t push me away”. Max nods silently as he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out his pocket square. He stands up and starts to gently wipe your tears away. “I’m so sorry” he apologises “I lashed out because I felt like a failure and I didnt want to let you down anymore and disappoint you.” he continues while making sure he’s wiped all of the tears from your cheeks and cleaned up some of your smudged makeup. “You’re not a failure, Max” you reply, “You’re an incredible man and you should be proud of everything you have achieved”.

Max gives you a small smile, blushing slightly as he gently embraces you with his big arms, pulling you close against his chest. His strong cologne masked the slight tinge of body odour from not showering mixed into a masculine and attractive scent. You quietly inhale as much as your lungs will allow, savouring every smell. As he starts to brush through your curls with his large fingers, he plants a small kiss on your head, making you feel like you could melt out of his arms and into a puddle on the floor. “I’m sorry, too.” you whisper. “Sorry for what?” he quizzes, looking down at you, puzzled. “For telling you that I love you. It’s true, but I feel like it was not the most appropriate time to tell you with everything that’s going on with Alistar, the company, your-” Max interrupts your sentence “Come with me”. Max strides you across his office floor with his arm around your waist. You both walk over to an unassuming door, which you always thought led to a supply closet. Upon its opening, you step into the room to reveal a whole bedroom, complete with a dining table, sofa, TV and ensuite. You had been Max’s personal assistant for 7 years and had no idea such a room even existed. “Wow” you manage to blurt out in complete shock. “I had this room made so that when I was working long hours my ex-wife and Alistair could stay here” Max explained, adjusting bits and bobs around the room “Although my ex-wife never stayed. She always accused me of sleeping with other women in this bed when in fact I was actually working. I kind of live here now, having sold my estate to pay to keep the company running”

He gestures to you to sit on the timber art deco dining chair, as he picks up the phone on the coffee table. “Alfred. Can you please take a drive and bring back any decent takeout food you find. Make sure to get some for yourself, too”. Max hangs up the phone before turning on the radio and then grabs two wine glasses from the small bar by the lounge and a bottle of red wine. He places both glasses on the table and fills both half way. You pick up your glass and walk over to the floor to ceiling window, overlooking downtown LA. As Max is fussing over tidying and making the room perfect, he glances over to see you standing alone, looking out the window. Lost in your own little world, you feel Max’s large soft hand intertwine with your free hand. “I started black and gold in a shoebox office inside a strip mall, over there, in South LA” he points just in front of the hills. He pauses. “I expect that after I get evicted I won’t even be able to lease that same office”. You give his hand a small squeeze. “Maybe I could help you”. Max looks at you dubiously. “How do you mean?” He inquired.

Just as you were planning to answer, Alfred arrives with some food. Max walks over to your dining chair and pulls it out, gesturing for you to sit. You take your seat and he flaps a linen napkin into your lap, before sitting down adjacent to you. Alfred had bought some delicious Mexican food, the intoxicating smell of meats, cheeses and spices filling the room. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll call you again if we need anything” Max smiles, patting Alfred on the back as he leaves. You both sit at the table for hours, eating, drinking and talking about the company. Max finally learns the secret that you’ve been hiding about studying at University. “I haven’t officially graduated yet, but learning what I have, I could probably help Black and Gold get out of its current predicament. I also might know some investors that I befriended in the same units as me from the University”. Max shoots you a soft smile. “You really are the best assistant and friend anyone could ask for” he beams, placing his hand on yours. Embarrassed by his compliment and burning with desire to want to kiss him, you stand up and head over to the couch to distract yourself from your intense feelings. Max realises the use of the word friend was probably a poor choice. He must be honest with you and tell you how he feels. Max joins you on the couch where your arms are crossed and you’re staring ahead. You’re trying to avoid eye contact else you’ll burst into flames.

********SMUT ALERT********

“I hope you don’t think I’m rude or ignoring the impassioned declaration you made earlier” Max smiles “I just wanted to give you a semi-decent first date”. You feel your cheeks begin to blush and you unfold your arms. “The truth is” Max continues, resting his hand on yours. “I feel the same way about you. Even before my ex-wife divorced me, I started to fall in love with you. The way you are with Alistair, how committed you are to helping me. I just didn’t think you’d wanna be with an older man like me and even more so when everything started to go downhill”.

You place your hand on top of Max’s, both now staring at each other softly yet intensely. “Max” you turn to face him, edging closer. Max nervously places his hands on your cheeks. “I’ve waited for 7 years, please kiss me”.

Max finally kisses your lips, setting your whole body alight. Dizzy from the sensation, you lay back on the couch as Max follows down on top of you. He begins peppering slow, thoughtfully placed kisses down your jaw and neck. You let out a whimper as your hands twirl through his hair. Every movement he makes is slow, as if he is trying to slow down time and make this moment last forever. Max comes back up and passionately kisses your mouth, your tongue begging his for entrance. As your tongues intertwine, he holds your head and neck with one hand, while stroking your hair with the other. Max holds you gently yet strongly in his arms, like he’s holding onto a fragile Fabergé egg. With the position you’re in on the couch and the impracticality of your work attire in non-work sitting positions, he senses that you’re uncomfortable.

“May I?” He asks, holding the zipper to your dress as he places his arms behind your back. You nod and he slowly unzips it, gently slipping it off you and carefully folding it over the armrest of the lounge. Overcome with passion and desire from Max’s romantic gestures, you blurt out “I want you to take me, Max”. Without a word, he scoops you up in his arms and walks you over to the bed, placing you down gently in the middle. Max sits at the foot of the bed, marvelling at your stunning body. You’re wearing stockings and a purple lingerie set, coincidentally Max’s favourite colour.

Max leans down and kisses the top of your foot, peppering kisses up your legs before reaching the clips of your garter belt. He unclasps them before rolling down the stockings, kissing back down your legs. Burning with desire, you unclasp your bra and garter belt, throwing them to the side of the bed. Max looks up from kissing your legs to see your breasts exposed in the moonlight, your nipples hard from his gaze.

“Y-you look absolutely beautiful” he chokes before climbing up on top of you to reach your face. You blush, feeling Max’s extremely hard cock straining in his suit trousers against your thigh. “Kiss me, Max” you moan, brushing your lips against his and moving your hand down towards his crotch. Max slowly and passionately begins to kiss you, your tongues swirling in each other’s mouths, the taste of wine and chilli making for a sensual combination. As your hand reaches Max’s crotch, you begin to grope and rub his sizeable length, causing him to let out a loud moan. You shoot him a cheeky sexual gaze, but he grabs your hand and brings it up for you to cup the side of his face. “Not just yet my little dove” he whispers. You pout but decide to put your hands to better use and unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong chiseled chest. Max starts to breathe deeper from arousal as you unbuckle his belt and throw it to the floor. “I want to take my time with you” Max whispers “You’ve waited so long and I want this moment to be everything you deserve. I want to worship and pleasure you completely”.

Your pussy is now completely soaked, the faint squelches from your juices against your panties sounds in the background of Max kissing your neck. Maxwell is more preoccupied with taking his time in a combination of making up for lost time with you, giving you the best first time with him and making this moment last as long as possible. “Guide me” Max sighs between kisses, giving you his free hand. Holding it with both hands, you guide him down your neck and to your breasts. Max traces your breasts, flicking your nipples as he watches you whine with pleasure. Slowly he leans down and begins to suck on them, gently swirling his tongue and flicking. He kisses from one breast to the other, squeezing them in his hand. “Your body is perfect. Your skin is so soft.” he moans. By this time you’re rubbing your thighs together in an effort to stimulate your clit without your hands as they’re gripping Max’s dark blonde hair.

“Max, take off your pants” you pant, becoming overstimulated from all this teasing foreplay. He stands up off the bed and unzips his trousers, pulling them down to reveal his rock hard cock. “Oh Max” you moan, reaching down under your panties to touch yourself as his cock twitches. Max hurriedly crawls onto the bed and back up to your face, pulling your hand out of your panties. He brings your fingers close to his mouth and rubs them on his lips before bringing his tongue out to swirl around them, sucking your juices off them. “Touch me Max” you immediately whimper “I need your touch”. Max moans before kissing you passionately. As you both enjoy your tender kiss, Max traces his hand down your body, over your breasts, along your stomach and reaches the edge of your panties. Max reaches into your panties and gently places a finger at the top of your pussy, gently but firmly pressing down as he traces over your clit and down to your opening. Your wetness has coated every inch of your pussy. “You’re so wet” he pants, the sensation starts to send some beads of precum out the tip of his cock. “For you” you moan, writhing in pleasure at his calculated & lingering touch.

Looking deep into your eyes, Max rubs your folds slowly before he inserts two fingers gently but deep inside you. He begins to switch between a circling and a come hither motion on your g-spot, sending sparks shooting up through your body. You arch your back and let out a moan, while Max kisses your neck. “Oh Max baby that feels so good” you moan, gripping the sheets. “You feel amazing” Max sighs, brushing your hair out of your face so he can study your facial expressions as he pleasures you. Just when you thought it couldn’t feel any more amazing, Max places his thumb onto your clitoris, bringing you closer to climax in a matter of milliseconds. “Oh my god Max, Max I’m gonna cum” you moan into his neck, biting him. Max continues fingering you, intently watching your face waiting for you to reach orgasm.

Between Max’s fingering, his kisses and eye contact it doesn’t take long for it all to send you over the edge, riding into a full body orgasm, squirting all over Max’s hand. “You’re so beautiful baby” Max coos, holding your body close with his fingers still inside you as your back arches and your body trembles while you let out a long loud moan. Despite this exquisite display and sensation happening between your legs, Max keeps eye contact with you, peering deep into your soul, completely enamoured. As you start to come down from your orgasm, Max slowly removes his fingers and sucks them clean. “You taste incredible, so sweet baby” he moans, licking the squirt off his hand. As you begin to catch your breath, Max kisses down your body and reaches your pussy, where he begins to lap up the rest of your juices. Very gently, Max parts the puffy pussy lips covering your clit. He starts to lick in between the folds, avoiding your clit as it recovers from the intense orgasm. He travels down to your entrance where he sticks his tongue inside, tasting your juices inside you.

The hum from his moan as he eats you out relaxes you like a lullaby. Max then comes back up to your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible Max” you pant, staring up at the ceiling. He rests his lips against your neck, cupping your breast and gently squeezing it and thumbing your nipple. “Let me pleasure you Max, please” you beg, giving him a pleading gaze. Max obliges as you change positions with him now lying on his back. You cup his face with one hand, giving him a loving smile as his hand grabs yours. He starts to kiss you as your hands both guide down his chest, stomach and reach his groin. You begin to tease him, tracing your fingertips around the base of his cock, then up the shaft. Your light touches cause his cock to twitch. “Your touch is magical'' Max groans as your hand grips his shaft and travels up to his tip. His precum has soaked the head, giving you enough lubricant to slowly jerk your hand up and down, gripping tightly.

The sensation for Max is heavenly, panting and moaning between kissing your cheeks and forehead as you concentrate your gaze on his pulsing cock. Your jerking movements become more intense as you look up to see Max with his eyes closed, like he’s dreaming and if he opens them you’ll cease to exist. You continue to jerk him as you kiss his neck, feeling his cock harden even more and begin to pulse rapidly, like he’s getting close. “W-wait” Max whimpers. “I want this night to be about pleasuring you. Your mere presence pleasures me enough.” He kisses your hand & cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. “What can I do to please you? Would you like t-to make love?”. Your heart bursts with emotion as this man is so set on pleasuring you so much. “Yes Max, I would love that very much” you sigh.

You lay back down on the bed, Max lying by your side. He begins to embrace you, running his hands over your body before kissing down your neck and chest as he rubs your clit. Max stops for a moment, studying your beautiful naked body. He then moves down and pushes your legs up, exposing your pussy. As you squeeze your breasts and look at his chiseled jaw, Max nervously lines up his cock before rubbing it on your clit, soaking the tip in your wetness. Impatient with how he’s teasing you, you whisper “Fuck me Maxwell”. Slowly, he pushes his cock down your clitoris and through your folds before the tip pushes inside. Without even being all the way inside, he moans “this must be what Heaven feels like”. With one gentle thrust, he’s completely inside, shuddering as your warm, tight, wet walls squeeze his cock shaft and tip. “Oh my god Max. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment” you moan, as he starts to slowly thrust. “M-me too beautiful” he grunts, feeling pure ecstasy wash over him as your pussy tenses, massaging his twitching length. A few minutes go by of you both silently staring intensely into each other’s eyes, kissing passionately. With every thrust you begin to connect deeper to Max, your bodies intertwining on a physical, emotion and spiritual level. Max’s cock twitches inside you as he watches you moan and bite your lip, squeezing your breasts.

“I can’t believe you love a man, a man like me” Max says still in disbelief, watching your body motion up and down as he slowly strokes in and out of you. He studies your body intensely, watching the moonlight and shadows play across your curves as your breasts bounce with every thrust. “You’re so beautiful Hermosa”, his mother tongue now coming through “como una diosa, like, A-Aphrodité.” he sighs, cupping your face with both hands. You cover his hands with yours, interlocking your fingers, turning your face each way slightly to kiss his palms and stare back at him lovingly and seductively, feeling like you could float away. “Your Aphrodite” you sigh, arching back slightly in pleasure, gripping his hands to guide them down to your breasts for him to lovingly caress and fondle. In slight shock at your romantic response, he immediately leans down whilst thrusting and peppers kisses all over your lips, letting out a sniffle.

With his eyes closed, focusing on lasting to bring you pleasure and to hide his emotions, a few tears drop onto your cheeks as he continues to thrust, now grunting each time into your neck to cover up the small sobs. You kiss his cheek, to take his tears away, the saltiness turning into sweet nectar on your tongue. “It’s okay baby, you can be vulnerable with me, I will protect you. I love you”. You choke, now crying also. Both sharing a connection transcending physically, in that exact moment, without an increase in volume, the lyrics of the Bob Dylan song playing on the radio seem to stand out and ring true in this very moment;

Storm clouds are raging all around my door, I think to myself I might not take it any more. Take a woman like your kind, To find the man in me. But, oh, what a wonderful feeling, Just to know that you are near. Sets my a heart a-reeling, From my toes up to my ears...

Your foreheads now together, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Max whimpers “I love you so much” as his whole body begins to tense, signalling he’s on the precipice of an orgasm. Feeling his cock become even harder as it thrusts into the deepest part of your pussy, slamming the extra nerves to unlock your powerful orgasm. “Oh my god Max I’m gonna cum” you moan, slamming your eyes shut as you begin to try and slow down so this moment can last forever. “Cum mi reina” Max pants, keeping the tempo of his thrusting steady as the waves of your orgasm reach its peak before crashing down & flooding your entire body. Your body arches and trembles as you scream “Oh Max!” while your pussy clamping down & releasing in pulses on Max’s cock. The sight of you orgasming tied with the sensation around his cock sends Max over the edge. “Cielo” Max groans, shuddering all over as his cock spurts thick ropes of cum against your sensitive cervix. You both share a passionate kiss as Max’s cock softens inside you. “That was amazing Max” you pant, your body weak from the two mind blowing orgasms Max gave you.

Max collapses on the bed beside you, kissing your neck and running his fingers through your hair. “I can’t wait for us to do that again” Max chuckles against your neck. You kiss Max’s forehead, sighing as your body still slightly shakes from the two powerful orgasms Max just gave you. “I think a shower is in order” He embraces you momentarily before scooping you up in his arms and carries you off the bed, walking towards the ensuite. “Are you ever gonna let me walk again?” You giggle, nestling into his neck. “I like feeling you be as close to me as possible” Max laughs, before your feet land back on the tiles inside the bathroom. Max turns on the water and you both step into the shower, the steam now filling the room. Max has an assortment of body washes and shampoos, ranging from musky to citrusy and floral scents. You step closer to Max as he takes some lavender body wash and begins to rub it down your back, his hands dancing over the rest of your body as he starts to wash you. “I know I keep saying this, but you are so beautiful” Max sighs, running his hands over your ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome” you giggle against Max’s neck.

You both spend at least an hour in the shower, washing each other, chatting and sharing a few more intimate moments. Soon, the wine from dinner, the warm shower water, the scent of lavender and your fatigue from your orgasms starts to take its toll and you feel your eyelids drooping. Max finishes washing you and grabs a towel to help you dry off with. As your eyelids close completely Max has already scooped you up and walked back to the bed, placing you in the middle before wrapping you up in blankets and placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight my love” he whispers. “Mmmm” you moan, already in a dream state. Max soon gets under the covers with you, embracing you tightly as he watches you sleep, twirling his fingers through your hair. The smell of lavender on your skin soon lulls Maxwell to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, dazed and a little hungover, but well rested. As you look around the room, you survey the many pieces of clothes, miscellaneous items and wine bottles strewn across the floor in a tornado of passion from the night before. As your eyes adjust to the sun, you see Max in an under-shirt and pyjama pants over by the dining table. Max, in his own little world, frantically setting the dining table with some breakfast Alfred had brought up while you were sound asleep. He’s making sure everything is laid out perfectly, straightening the cutlery and pouring Orange Juice and Champagne into a glass from the bar. He hears the cotton sheets move behind him, immediately turning around to see if you’re awake. “Good morning beautiful” Max hums, rushing over to the bed to pepper your cheeks and lips with hundreds of little kisses. “Morning handsome” you giggle, running your hands through Max’s hair, in an attempt to match your bed hair. “Are you hungry, mi amor?” he asks between kisses. “I’m famished” you reply, stretching to help you wake up more. As you writhe around in the sheets you notice you’re wearing a chiffon baby doll.

“I hope you don’t mind I uh, had it in the wardrobe & wasn’t sure if you liked to sleep naked so I put it on you just after you fell asleep.” Max laughs, scratching the back of his head. You blush, feeling embarrassed that you got that drunk, but Max’s reassuring smile makes you feel at ease. “I do usually sleep naked, but I like it, it makes me feel beautiful”. Max sighs “so beautiful”, wrapping you up in a tight embrace and planting a single kiss on your forehead. Max scoops you up and carries you out of bed before you lightly plant your feet onto the carpeted floor. As you glance over to the dining table, Max comes up behind you and helps you slip on a long beautiful chiffon robe, accented with feathers on the hem.

“Another little something for my beautiful mariposa” Max coos, kissing your cheek before pulling out your chair at the dining table. You feel like you’re walking on clouds as you step over to your chair and sit down, Max flapping a napkin onto your lap. “Oh my goodness Max you’re such a gentleman” you blush. “My mother taught me to show women the highest level of respect and care. She made me the man who I am today.” Max replies, looking out the window momentarily. You outstretch your arm across the table to squeeze Max’s hand “And she would be so proud of the man that you’ve become” you beam with a sweet smile. Max soon draws your attention to the diverse spread of pastries on the table, pointing out the different fillings of each and asks if you would like coffee. You nod before noticing a large bouquet of red roses in the middle of the table. As Max places a few pastries on your plate, you feel a sense of intense attraction wash over you like a wave.

Your internal monologue starts to read back to itself, reflecting on how loving, generous and respectful Max is towards you. How much he takes care of you and oh god, how handsome he looks…you start to feel aroused by this somewhat submissive gentleman, sensing a rising heat from your core. Max submitted to your every want and desire last night, raising you up and worshipping you like a goddess, now you wanted to submit to him. Knowing now that you can be vulnerable and honest around Max, you lean back in your chair, biting down on a blueberry pastry.

To be continued..... ;) muahahahaha

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[thefairyletters]

Showdown

Naruto and Hinata versus Sasuke and Sakura

According to stats: Naruto and Sasuke are almost equals, and Sakura is the most powerful Kunoichi, only second to Kaguya who is not a Kunoichi but a goddess. But if in Boruto, these two couples were to face each other for real (and not just spar) then it wouldn't be Naruto vs Sasuke while Sakura faces Hinata, contrary to what most of you may think.

Sasuke and Sakura have an extreme Intelligence advantage. The 3/4ths of the total brainpower in this fight would be coming from their team. Sakura is the second smartest shinobi in the Leaf village as an adult, only next to Shikamaru, and Sasuke is arguably a close third. It has been like that since their genin days. The amount of tactical planning going on from their side of the battle would be ridiculous. Naruto and Hinata are both the type to charge headfirst through sheer willpower and pressure, but this isn't going to work against any plan Sasuke and Sakura manage to think up. Brains are always one step ahead of brawns.

As an adult Sasuke shows us that he is capable of using the Rinnegan in far more versatile ways than he did in the war arc, when he was new to the power. He can jump dimensions, swap places with another body, affect the gravity around a person, throw immensely powerful genjutsus with a single glance, see any invisible barriers, predict movements, recognize patterns/codes/signals, and much more. Like holy shit y'all. You really think Naruto would preform as well as he did against war arc Sasuke now that Sasuke actually has a full understanding of his Rinnegan and frequently UTILIZES it?

Gravity and pull. Sasuke's Rinnegan gives him limited control of the gravity around a person or between him and another person. Using this, Sasuke has the ability to tap into some Deva path shit and yank Hinata towards him. It is immensely difficult to resist the pull, and someone as physically weak as Hinata would be easily ripped forward away from Naruto. Once they're separated, Naruto has no surefire way of getting Hinata back to his side and safe in enough time, because she would either be led right into a fatal punch from Sakura or a chidori or sword through the gut from Sasuke himself. Either way, if Naruto lets his watch on her slip even a little bit, she probably already dead or close to it. This could also be a support tactic. Sakura gets separated and is in danger. Using his Deva path pull Sasuke can drag Sakura out of a potentially dangerous situation and back to his side. Same works with the body swap. If Sakura is in a nasty situation, Sasuke can swap places with her in his Susanoo to easily tank a hit that may have killed her. That or he can swap her place with a rock if need be.

Two words: Summoning strength. Sasuke and Sakura hold two of the three boss summons in the three way deadlock. Naruto holds one. Hinata holds…nothing. It doesn't stop there though. Sasuke has at least two other powerful summons that we know of, and while they aren't as powerful as Aoda, they still give him some fair advantages. For example, Sasuke's hawk, Garuda, gives him an aerial advantage should he ever need to take to the skies as a countermeasure against Naruto. Naruto and Hinata have no summons who could reach Sasuke, and this gives him many solid opportunities. Sakura, on the other hand, has Katsuyu. Katsuyu can be spread out across the battlefield in various sizes to heal her allies wherever they may end up on the field. She could also be used in her original form to spit acid or protect the two from any taijutsu and most ninjutsu attacks. Katsuyu is stated early on to be extremely resistant to taijutsu and ninjutsu, and for fucks sake she can tank Pein's attacks with ease while protecting people inside, plus she survived Naruto's corrosive 8 tails chakra just fine. I see absolutely no taijutsu attacks that Naruto and Hinata pull getting through or truly damaging her, and Naruto would have to really put some effort into his more powerful ninjutsu techniques to take her down (also note that since Katsuyu has a very jelly like body type and is resistant to taijutsu and ninjutsu, Naruto's summons wouldn't be terribly productive on offense). But this leaves him wide open for counterattacks if he focuses too much on Katsuyu. And then of course Katsuyu can heal fatal injuries or at least sustain the life of a person fatally injured until help is given. The ultimate win for Sasuke and Sakura in terms of summoning.

Being an Active Shinobi is very important. Sasuke is an active shinobi. Very active. He is constantly on B through S rank missions, and Sakura has traveled with him on some of these. His teammate for this battle, Sakura, is still an active medical shinobi who easily accepts an S rank mission in the Retsuden novels and is originally dealing with part of it on her own before she teams up with Sasuke, who is also present. We have seen her fight in Boruto too. It shows that she is 100% still at her peak performance. Well, what about Naruto and Hinata? Hinata is a housewife who hasn't gone on anything above a C rank mission in years. She takes a B rank mission with her father and sister when Boruto is a toddler, and this is all we hear of it. She's rusty AF and doesn't have the experience nor mission bulk that Sasuke and Sakura have under there belt, nowhere NEAR it. Naruto is somewhat similar. He is, for lack of a better description, out of practice. He was only recently taking on S rank opponents in Boruto, and other than that he's been doing desk work and some minor shinobi guard training over the past few years. Sasuke and Sakura are more in shape and have more recent shinobi mission experience than Naruto and Hinata's combination, both by themselves AND as a team in a fight, which is immensely important here.

Everyone is always forgetting about how important Support can be. Sakura is a first class, kage-level healer at this point in the series. Her medical ninjutsu surpassed Tsunade's back in her own canon novel and is confirmed in the novelization of Boruto's movie a second time. Her ability to constantly heal or boost Sasuke's chakra in battle is important. Whereas while Naruto can amp up Hinata with a chakra cloak, Sakura can go even further. We see with Obito that Sakura can transfer her Byakugou seal markings with all it's chakra to another person she is touching, and in the Retsuden novels this is looked into further. By applying her seal to Sasuke, he becomes an absolute terror for even Naruto to handle. Imagine this: super fast shinobi w/ the Rinnegan abilities and Susanoo suddenly not only getting a chakra boost, but being able to automatically heal potentially fatal wounds completely over and over again for as long as the chakra exists. Sakura at this point has 15+ years of chakra stored in her Byakugou seal (we know this because she notes briefly in the canon novels after The Last that she has not stopped storing chakra and plans to continue doing so just in case she ever needs it). But let's say she didn't continue after that though. She would still have around 6 or 7 years of chakra in her seal. 6–7 YEARS OF CHAKRA. I don't care how much chakra you think Naruto has, it isn't anywhere close to the amount of chakra currently inactive within Sakura's seal, considering the fact that she could completely replenish Naruto's chakra with only 3 days worth of her general chakra. Sasuke would be a BEAST. Absolutely nightmarish on every level if this fight. And Sakura, so long as the chakra exists, would also be nightmarish - especially for those people who think Sakura and Hinata would end up dualing it out at some point.

Have we gotten to the whole dimension portal thing yet? Nope and this is a crucial winning point for Sasuke and Sakura. If in danger, in need of a new plan or simply to dodge away from a particularly crazy attack from Naruto, Sasuke can pull both himself and Sakura into a completely different space in the blink of an eye. He can also use this to jump around the space Naruto is in and really screw around with them. And if you're worried about Sasuke's chakra levels diminishing quickly, don't be. Once again, Sakura's Byakugou seal is the ultimate support ability. Remember that whole “she has at least 6-7 years of chakra even if she, for some reason, wimped out on her plans” spiel? Yeah…that's an easy fix. She helped Obito actually hold open AND SEARCH (people seem to forget that he had to use chakra to search dimensions) multiple dimensions when she only had 3 years of chakra in the seal, and even the she still had enough chakra left to reform the seal on her forehead soon after. Sooo…keeping Sasuke's chakra level high wouldn't be a problem. They can also use the dimensions for Sakura to heal and repair them both. Hinata can't heal and Naruto can't truly “heal" so much as his life force is just really strong, so they're at yet another disadvantage.

Terrain manipulation and swaps. This is where it gets really technical. Sasuke has the Rinnegan, and with it he can do serious damage very early on in the game when his opponent is not expecting such a rush. Try to imagine a scenario like so: Sakura winds up for a full power punch directly behind Sasuke as soon as the fight begins, or otherwise as early on as possible. She fires off the punch at Sasuke. Sasuke, at the last possible second he can manage, swaps his place with Hinata, and BAM. That's one down for team Naruto. Hinata would either be dead or close to it immediately after she hits the ground and stops. Same applies for a switch with Naruto. At that close of a range with literally zero time to dodge at that point, even Naruto would be fairly damaged from a point blank shot, and a damaged Naruto from the start spells bad news for Hinata - the girl basically fully depends on Naruto in the fight, she can't do anything to Sasuke or Sakura without his constant support.

Overall, we can go into arguments if whether Naruto is stronger than Sasuke or Sakura stronger than Hinata, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn't really matter. What matters is that Sasuke is at least competitively close in power to Naruto, and Sakura arguably the most powerful kunoichi in the series at the moment. Their power gap is extraordinarily close, so at this point it all comes down to who is best tactically suited and best prepared for this kind of nuclear fight. And honestly, with their ability to manipulate their surroundings and work more with the terrain and constantly replenish, there's no doubt about the victory. 80% of the time it'll be Sasuke and Sakura if they play their cards like they should.

Answer credits goes to Alex Hendrix, Quora

[samwrights]

Pining After You pt. 6 [hc]

This request is brought to you by @90s-belladonna hope you enjoy bb!

Also, minor warning. Osamu gets a little dirty. I’m not sorry.

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Ushijima;

His pining comes out in the form of aggression, this isn’t up for debate.

He doesn’t understand why the melodic lilt in your voice gives him the willies or how every time you glanced at him after class, his skin would crawl.

Or why it bothers him so fucking much when you make it a point to greet everybody in class but him

But only six more months and you both were done with high school, ready to begin the next chapter in your lives.

Ngl, he’s a little sad about that but, again, he doesn’t know why.

It frustrates him more when he genuinely can’t stop thinking about why he doesn’t understand why it bothers him, and he’ll end up spiking a ball so hard everyone swears he left a dent in the gym floor.

He knew he wasn’t the most approachable person, but for someone to deliberately ignore them made him want to pull his kneecaps out through his shins.

Ushiwaka’s a tad dramatic, he hides it very well though.

With the end of the year encroaching, he decides to actively focus on letting go these strange bitter thoughts he has about you. What was the point in him resenting you when he was never going to see you again?

When he masters this skill is when you finally say Hi to him. For the first time in three years, he was the last one you greeted in the classroom—everyone else noticed it too.

All of his hard work and practice and discipline was out the window now.

He tries to confront you during lunch, but you had retreated as quickly as you could to find your friends, succeeding in aggravating him more.

At the end of class, he calls your name in his typical, gruff voice, successfully stopping you before you could make your escape.

“Uh, hi, Ushijima.”

“This is now the second time in our three years of being in class together that you’ve ever said hi to me.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Sorry? For what?

“I’m confused.” You stood there, cowering in his gaze while looking at the speckles in the lineoleum flooring, the way there were rings of dirt around the legs of each desks—anything but looking at him.

“You, uh, looked like you were in a better mood today, so I finally felt like I could say hi to you...” He doesn’t ever recall you being bashful. So where did this new facet of your personality come from?

“Are you saying you felt that you couldn’t before?”

“Y-yeah? You always just looked like you hated me, so...” Unsure of what to do, Ushijima bows before asking if you would allow him to walk you to your locker before he attended practice. So formal.

As the two of you walk, he explains that he didn’t understand why you made him feel certain strange sensations that he was unfamiliar with feeling, things he’d only heard about in passing from others. They were foreign.

Most of all, he explains how ashamed he feels that the reason you never said hi was because of these underlying complexities of not understanding. Without words, all you could do was give him a shy hug, and hope he doesn’t throw you off of him. All he wanted to know was why

Why did he feel like a child being wrapped in his favorite blanket when you gave him a hug? Why did he feel remorse for inadvertently upsetting you to the point where you didn’t want to say hi to him? Why did he have the overwhelming urge to hug you even tighter?

To found out why, he had to just do it. So his burly arms pull you in close, swallowing your torso as he nearly lifted off the ground, soothing the irritation that had built up over the last three years.

Yahaba;

Oh, Yahaba. This dirty, shallow mfer.

You’d think he would grow out of his stupid antics when took over the team as captain, or you only hoped when you finally caved in to being the manager in your guys’ third year.

“Why do you want me to be the manager exactly? I know nothing about volleyball.”

“Our manager has to be hotter than Karasuno’s, duh!”

He always spewed some shit about how you were the most beautiful girl in the school, blah blah blah.

Was anything ever sincere coming from his mouth?

He found a new girl to obsess over every week not that you were jealous or anything.

It was just really tiresome trying to keep him on focusing being the captain. With you as the manager, you felt it was your duty to drag him by the collar to make sure his team was ready to go. Duty, not envy.

Despite finding a new “most beautiful girl in school”, Yahaba always came back to you.

Every chance he got, he amped up the charm 100 fold, just to try to get you to indulge him

No matter what, your response was a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head while you continued writing down notes.

Yahaba loves irritating you this way, thinking that your hard-to-get attitude was the sexiest thing. Loves it so much that it drives him to flirt with others more upon seeing the envious shade of emerald paint over your irises.

“Ya know, captain,” you drawled at practice while he was making salacious comments regarding a second-year he’d acidentally bumped into earlier. “If your flirting skills were a fraction as good as your volleyball skills, maybe you wouldn’t have to thirst over every bitch that doesn’t want you.”

Kindaichi is fucking rolling—you’d never called Yahaba out THAT bad before.

But homie isn’t phased. Nah, instead he just rests an elbow atop your forehead, disregarding the fact that y’all were literally in the middle of practice.

“Baby, the only one I’m thirsting over is you.”

“You literally just proved my point, I don’t want you either.” 💀💀 RIP

You’ve had enough of this shit and, with permission from the coaches, you pull Yahaba outside to give him a stern talking to.

“You need to knock it off and take this seriously, dude.”

“[name], I’ve been serious this entire time.”

“No you’re not! All you’re doing is bs flirting with every girl you see—“

“[name], I’m flirting with you. I only say stupid things because it makes you mad and you get all red and it’s fucking hot.”

For once, you hear the sincerity in his voice, yet you can’t help but retort with, “I still don’t like you.”

Osamu;

The dichotomy between Osamu’s two internal monologues contrasted more than day and night. They were the sun and a black hole.

But even more so in the fact that star giants eventually cave in on themselves, and become a black hole.

That was what you did to Miya Osamu.

You were profane and vulgar and your favorite past time was playing with the twins to see you could get a rise out of more. And you were good at it too.

While Atsumu really couldn’t give less of a shit about your teasing antics, mostly because he would easily dish it right back, it drove Osamu insane because you were giving his twin brother more attention.

You knew that it got under his skin, but that was all the more reason you did it. You wanted to see Osamu snap. And you wouldn’t stop trying until you succeeded.

The first time, you dropped your pencil on the floor, picking it up in front of the boys after ensuring your skirt was pulled up high enough that they had a prime showing of your underwear. “Oops sorry, ‘tsumu.” You’d tease after returning to your seat.

“No need to apologize, we know you’re a hoe by nature.”

The second time was at the beginning of class when you had a quiz. How you managed to unbutton nearly all the buttons on your uniform top just so that the edge of your bra peaked out, was beyond Osamu. Unfortunately for him, Atsumu sat in front of his twin and was able to see your cleavage that day.

“Looks like you could use a good fill in there.” Atsumu drawls, referring to said cleavage.

The final attempt is what causes Osamu to snap. Everyone is filtering out of the classroom, with you following behind his twin brother cracking jokes about how you’d dropped your pencil again in the middle of lab just so you could get a closer look at the natural bulge in his pants.

Osamu slams you up against a locker, red in the face and sweating profusely as he’s painted and doused with rage. “Why do you only ever fucking pay attention to my shithead brother?” He snarls, unable to look you directly in the eye.

A lopsided grin touches your lips as you unabashedly tilt his chin up to make him look at you. “Because I know it gets under your skin.”

It felt like gravity was being pulled through his chest—the sun giving way to its weight and collapsing in on itself. Giving into the black hole.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice, while not lacking intensity, was now lacking in volume as it barely came above a whisper. “How is that funny?” He asks in response to your sudden bubble of laughter.

“This is everything better than I thought it would be.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Another laugh dances on your lips before you pull the grey haired twin to you, kissing him deeper than a black hole.

“Atsumu told me you get real mad sometimes, so I wanted to see it for myself. It’s even hotter than I dreamed of.”

“I’ll fucking show you angry.”

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Come Closer

Continuation to ‘If The World Was Ending’

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: just a sad baby girl

Summary: You’ve been with Natasha for the last eleven years. After the events of the snap, you find eachother again. And now that you have, all you want her to do is grow closer. To share all her burdens.

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Natasha cuts the intercoms, ending her weekly check in with— well not the avengers, but hero’s. Whoever was left, whoever was willing to lend a hand, to help keep this world and many of the others in the universe safe.

Safe from any future, present or past threats.

Letting out a breath, she slumps into her office chair, exhaustion finally kicking in. And man, was it kicking her ass.

Natasha had found herself more indulged in her work since the snap had occurred, since the avengers had disbanded. Leaving one by one, either rarely visiting, venturing off, learning to cope with what had happen in whatever way shape or form. The five out of the six were gone and she couldn’t blame them, not one bit.

Steve only came to visit the compound every now and then. While Tony had his family and cottage up north, the two of you making time here and there to visit.

In the end everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, lovers.

—

“I know you can’t cook, but damn.” You tease, a smile growing as you watch the red head munch on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, glass of water to accompany it. You lean against the door frame, silently watching your lover.

She stares at you for moment, her jaw gradually moving up and down before swallowing. Letting out a long breath out, she leans back in the office chair, setting her left foot on the table, next to the scattered papers and books.

She’s silent, taking in your presence. She had still been taking in the fact that you’re here for the last four years. Physically here. That she hadn’t just imagined that day three years ago.

You take a step into the room, eyes glancing at the work scattered about “You can’t just eat pb & j all day, Nat.” You mumble, walking closer to the desk. “I can cook you something, anything. Even if it’s like- I don’t know, ratatouille, I’ll make it.”

The red head smirks, eyes softening as she listens to you. She’d always loved that about you, the effort you put into this relationship. Into everything you’re passionate about. Everything you loved and cherished. Glad she was one of the people you did cherish.

“Didn’t like my attempt at it the last time?” She asks, a light smirk resting on her lips.

Your finger tips linger over the report in front of her foot, skimming over the contents, a chuckle emitting from your throat “Attempt? That was your attempt?” You tease her. It wasn’t that Natasha was a terrible cook, overall, she was just a terrible cook when it came to dishes that had more than eight steps.

She’s silent again, only humming in response. Clearly in a daze, in her own mind.

Her own world.

These episodes only increased as the years went by. Not exactly sure what to do, you’d idly sit by and watch her. Or leave her to her own thoughts, not wanting to intrude, afraid of pushing too far for answers she wasn’t prepared to give you.

To share with you.

You’d watch as she would re-dye her hair blonde,—though, you did miss the red—try to maintain it. Almost as if she wanted it to remain the same for when everyone came back. And then there came a day when she just, stopped, letting the red fuse in. Which you couldn’t complain about. You loved how it looks now, how long it had gotten. Reminding you of a raging flame.

That’s when you knew things had shifted, Your worries growing further. Knowing that this wasn’t getting any better—whatever she was holding in—just worse. The aura she held, as if there was no faith.

No hope.

Of course you knew she hadn’t completely given up, taking over all responsibilities. You could see she hadn’t, because she still had a fire burning inside her.

It showed daily, in every way, shape and form. How she overworked herself, lacking proper meals and living off of coffee to keep her up when she couldn’t sleep. Even if you had been in bed next to her, it seemingly wasn’t enough to distract her mind from all her ‘faults’.

The guilt she holds.

If only she’d let you carry half of it.

You walk behind her, moving to her left, letting your lower half lean against the edge of the desk, “Hey..” you whisper, hoping to grab her attention. Aware that she’s not ignoring your presence. You watch as she swallows, tear slipping down her cheek. Drawing in a heavy breath, as she continues to stare ahead.

You reach for the top of the office chair, using your strength to pull it back, just enough for you slip between her and the desk. “Hey..” you repeat, right hand coming to rest on her shin, soothingly needing her calf with the pads of your fingers “look at me, please.”

Natasha’s head gently tilts up, eyes now focused on you, her hand coming up to wipe away a fresh tear. You take a deep breath, thumb rubbing circles against her black sweats “You can talk to me, you know that..” you start “I want you to talk to me, Nat. I’m worried.”

The red heads jaw slackens, eyes diverting from you to her side “I-“ she rasps, blinking back tears “I’m sorry.”

Your heart aches, the tone of her voice letting you know just how broken she truly is. Not used to how fragile it sounds now. She’d always spoken in such an assured and calming tone.

Leaning forward, you cup her jaw, placing a soft kiss against her forehead. Leaving them there for bit as you let your lids slacken.

There’s only so much she could possibly be apologizing for.

“You have nothing to be sorry for-”

Natasha shakes her head, pulling her head back to peer up at you “This- everything that I’ve lost- that we’ve lost..” she pauses, looking into your eyes “I could have done more, Y/N.”

“I should have fought harder that day, in Wakanda..” Her jaw flexes between your palms. You can tell the gears are grinding in her mind, winding up memory after memory.

“That day, at the airport, seven years ago. I watched all them fight against one another- my family, fight.” Natasha let’s out bitter chuckle, clearly disappointed with her own actions as well “And, I thought, what the hell are we doing? Is this really worth fighting over? Worth separating over?”

She can feel the lump growing in throat, trying her hardest to swallow it down “Then-“ her voice cracks, her chest heaving up “Then..I decided to leave with Steve. To leave you..” Her bottom lip trembles, thinking about that day.

That fact that she left you without an explanation, just a chaste kiss and note.

“I never wanted to leave you, Y/N..but I thought you’d be safer here.” She confesses.

Though, her judgement was wrong. Stark was quick to have you interrogated over Natasha’s whereabouts—despite you being employed under Stark Industry and the two you being quite close—knowing it would lead them to the rest. You knew it was out of anger, the feeling of betrayal fuming inside him. To his very core.

We’re you a tad upset? Of course. Nonetheless, you never held it against him.

Natasha? Now that was a different story.

“You did what you could, all of you did what you could.” You assure her.

“But-“

“It’s ok, Nat..” You cut her off, a gentle smile forming.

“Why are you smiling?” She asks with a puzzled expression. Your lips curl into a thin line as you give a short shrug “I’m just happy you were able to get that off your chest. I know you’ve been holding a lot and I didn’t wanna push to you talk. Figured you talk when you’re ready.”

And you were glad you did.

All those nights in bed alone when Nat would in her office, indulging in any work she could to distract herself. When she’d rush awake from another nightmare. The afternoons spent training herself, shot after shot, punch after punch. The times when she’d barley eat.

You sat and watched, comforted, soothed and supported her through it all.

The anger.

The frustration.

The grief.

The self-doubt.

All of it.

And you were proud of her regardless.

Proud of this moment. Proud that she had taken the time to unravel.

_To come closer. _

The end her lip curls a tad, all the love she holds for you evident in her eyes. Feeling as though some of the weight had been lifted off. Content with what she had spewed. Gratful that she had you, through all of it. Through all of this.

“Thank you..” she mutters.

Humming, you pull your hands away from her jaw, one coming to fiddle with a piece of her hair “Besides, we’ll get them back.”

She attempts to speak but you’re quick to cut her off “We’ll get them back.” You repeat, determination set in your eyes “Some way, somehow, we’ll get our family back. No matter how long it takes us.”

“What if we can’t?” She questions, a forehead creasing.

You let out a huff “There are no ‘what if’s’. We will. I know we will.” You let your thumbs stroke over her cheeks, her lips brushing against your palm “We’ll get a second chance, and we always get a second chance.”

Her eyes scans your features for a few moments before gently grabbing the back your neck “I love you.” She murmurs before pulling you into a warm kiss.

A knock breaks the silence along with the clearing of the throat.

Natasha retracts slowly, letting out a along breath, a little upset that the moment had to end.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Steve smirks, leaning against the door “Just thought I’d come check in on you two.”

“Could have walked away, Rogers.” You joke, turning your attention towards him. The man shrugs, walking into the room, taking a seat across from you two “But then we wouldn’t be able to enjoy this moment together, now would we?”

Just as you’re about to speak, an alert pops up. You quickly move from in front of Natasha.

“Oh, hi! Hi! Is-ah anyone home! This is Scott Lang!” A man’s voice calls.

You turn your body to face the project completely, every ones attention now set on the man waving, a van parked behind him “We met a few years ago-“

“Is this an old message?” Steve asks, now risen from his seat.

“It’s the front gate.” Natasha breathes. You glance over at her, catching the hope written all over her face.

Steve and Natasha look at one another, eyes widened, a look of bewilderedness before looking at you. You blink, snapping out of your daze, eyes shifting between the two.

The muscles in your jaw tense, a mass building your in chest. Your instincts screaming for you to trust it. 

Just like you had trusted it when Natasha had left. 

Just like how you let lead you back to the compound. Back to Natasha,

Back to this family.

That feeling. 

Hope.

That this, was gonna get your family back.

Because now, there’s a chance and you’d be damned if you let it pass.

Because now, all this hope won’t go to waste.

They won’t let it.

“Let him in.”