#LED Display for Conference Room

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Discover LED Displays: Jona LED Virtual Studios, Education Rentals, and Conference Rooms with LED screens

LED is an absolutely essential part of the age of digital interactions and visuals nowadays. Whether it adds value to virtual studios or enhances learning in classrooms or supports high-profile events by transforming the conference rooms; this device is a necessary tool that can be critical for the success of your business. 

Jona LED: A company at the forefront of its field, offering LED displays to the market, which ensures diverse applications in services thus enabling clients to realize their needs through reception of quality visual performances. Let us now talk about the ways that change the four key areas: 

1. LED display virtual studios.

Virtual studios make huge use of high technologies that involve LED displays as part of the heart and main core of such innovation. Through virtual studios, it integrates live-action with the computer-generated environment in its environments, creating very eye-catching backdrops for the movie, broadcast, or corporate productions. High definition immersive visuals produced by the LED display for Virtual Studios by Jona LED bring vibrant colors, realistic graphics, and adaptable set designs in virtual studios to life.

Advantages in Virtual Studios:

Immersive Visuals: High-resolution LED panels can provide incredible clarity and depth of color, which will be needed to create realistic virtual environments.

Real-Time Interactivity: The low latency involved in the displays of Jona LED allows for an immediate response to live broadcasts.

Versatile Set Design: LED walls can be changed in seconds, so a virtual studio can change its scenery without physical adjustments.

For virtual production studios which will want to capture and engage the audience with their real-time visual effects, dynamic backgrounds, Jona LED offers custom LED display solutions that can withstand even the toughest professional use applications.

2. LED Display for Education

Education is fast-paced, and LED displays contribute to modern, interactive classrooms. Interactive learning is now brought forward by LED display for education, which engage students in the consumption of information through visuals, videos, and presentations. Jona LED's displays are meant to be adaptable to the educational environment, enhancing the learning experience for students of all ages.

Advantages in Education:

It also improves participation through the fact that LED display screens give a sharper screen image which facilitates the successful capture and maintenance of pupils' attention during learning.

Touch-enabled LED displays from Jona LED support interactive class lessons in which the pupil can interact with the screens.

Versatile Content Show: Instructors can upload a variety of multimedia presentation content, from slide presentations to videos, hence better retention.

The displays of Jona LED, in schools and universities, enjoy the long-lasting and energy-efficient technology that fits the demands of modern education and helps create a more interactive and enjoyable learning environment.

3. LED Rental Displays: Versatility and Flexibility

Flexibility is what event organizers need the most. The use of display led screen for rental has become an adaptable and scalable option for a variety of events, such as trade shows and concerts. With various types of events to support, Jona LED has a broad array of rental displays to be able to create high-impact visuals with setup flexibility and mobility.

Key Benefits of LED Rental Displays:

Adaptable to Event Size: Whether it is a small conference or a large outdoor event, Jona LED's rental displays come in various sizes and configurations.

High-Quality Visuals: Both for indoor and outdoor usage, these displays maintain high brightness and clarity in any setting.

Easy Setup and Dismantling: The rental displays of Jona LED are designed to set up quickly, thus saving time and labor cost.

With Jona LED, event managers can hire a range of hire screens that are specifically designed for particular visual and logistical requirements to better enhance event experiences through displays of the highest quality for attendees.

4. LED Displays for Conference Rooms

The Conference Rooms are one of the technologically most demanding places besides needing much more than any standard projector and screen for it. LED Display for conference room helps in the organization in making the meeting clear, engaging, and professional. In such conferencing and presentational needs, Jona LED provides slim and very practical conference room displays.

Conference Room Benefits

LED display is brighter and has higher resolution than projectors, which gives the room a professional look and makes sure all participants can see everything.

Improved Collaboration: The interactive features of the Jona LED's display facilitate real-time collaboration. This is very important for modern business settings.

Video Conferencing: Integrated technology options allow smooth video conferencing, thus bringing remote participants closer to the in-room experience.

Using Jona LED solutions can transform conference rooms into an efficient hub of collaboration and communication in the midst of productive meetings as well as clear communication.

Why Choose Jona LED for Your Display?

The LED solutions by Jona are leaders in providing the very best in customized, high quality LED display solutions for multiple industries. These products will provide reliability, innovative features, and cutting-edge technology for virtual studios, educational institutions, event rentals, and corporate environments. Ensuring that every LED display serves the specific demands of every environment, customer-centric focus makes it the most comfortable viewing experience.

With a commitment to value and service, Jona LED continues to drive the LED display market forward, helping clients use cutting-edge visual technology for compelling communications and immersive experiences.

[muenled]

Take you to understand the meeting room LED display

In the conference display system of some enterprises, the conference room LED display solution is often used as a large screen display. Whether it is a large conference hall or a small and medium-sized conference, it is used to display text, video conference, data and other contents, and LED display screen can display it well. What is the conference room LED display? The LED display screen in the…

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The BEST Places to Buy a Curved LED Screen in Singapore (2024 Update)

Craving that next-level cinematic experience at home or looking to grab attention at your next business event? Look no further than a led screen curve!  These immersive displays are taking Singapore by storm, and for good reason. But with so many options on the market, where do you even begin to look? Don't worry, I've got you covered. Here's a breakdown of some of the top contenders for Curved LED Screen Shops Singapore in 2024, along with some helpful tips to guide your purchase.

Finding the Perfect Fit:

Before diving headfirst into the world of curved LED screens, consider your needs.  What screen size will work best for your space?  What kind of resolution are you looking for?  Do you need additional features like built-in soundbars or touch functionality? Answering these questions will help narrow down your options and ensure you get the most out of your investment.

Top contenders for Curved LED Screens in Singapore:

Visual King: When it comes to curved LED technology, Visual King stands out from the crowd. They offer a wide range of top-quality curved LED display panel Singapore, from consumer-friendly home theater options to jaw-dropping commercial displays. Their team of experts can help you choose the perfect screen for your needs and budget, and they even provide comprehensive installation services. 

Pro tip: Check out their website for current promotions and special deals on curved LED screens.

Beyond the Big Names:

While established players like Visual King are a safe bet, don't be afraid to explore other options.  Here are some additional factors to consider:

Online Retailers: Several online retailers in Singapore offer curved LED screens. This can be a great option for finding competitive prices, but be sure to check the seller's reputation and return policy before making a purchase.

Direct from Manufacturers: Cutting out the middleman can sometimes lead to better deals. Researching led screen curved manufacturers in Singapore might unearth hidden gems.

Remember:

Warranty: A good warranty is essential, especially for such a significant investment. Make sure the curved LED screen you purchase comes with a comprehensive warranty that covers parts and labor.

After-sales service: What kind of after-sales service does the seller offer? This is important for getting help with installation, troubleshooting, and future maintenance.

Read reviews: Before making a final decision, take some time to read online reviews of different curved LED screen shops Singapore and the specific models you're considering. This can give you valuable insights from other customers.

Conclusion

With a little research and these handy tips, you'll be well on your way to finding the perfect curved LED screen to elevate your home entertainment or business presentations.

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What functions does a conference room LED display need to have?

Looking at the demand for LED small-pitch screens in recent years, there are relatively many applications in conference rooms. Since most traditional conference rooms use projectors as display media, they face problems such as insufficient brightness, poor effects, and difficulty in maintenance. The use of LED small-pitch screens changes this situation. Take you 5 minutes to understand the conference room LED display.

Display capabilities: High resolution and clarity to ensure text, images and video content are displayed clearly.

Multimedia support: Ability to display a variety of multimedia content, including electronic documents, slideshows, images, videos, and audio. What should I do if the LED display screen cannot load images?

Video conferencing integration: Supports video conferencing and remote collaboration, including integration of video conferencing software and high-definition video display.

Interactivity: Touch screens or other interactive features enable meeting rooms for digital annotation, handwritten notes, screen sharing and participatory voting.

Multi-screen support: Ability to display multiple content windows simultaneously for multitasking or displaying information from multiple sources in parallel.

Network Connectivity: The ability to connect to the Internet for real-time access to online information, resources, and cloud services.

Multiple input and output options: Multiple input and output connectors to accept input from different devices and output to other displays or sound systems.

Wireless screencasting: Supports wireless screencasting function, allowing participants to quickly share content on their mobile devices.

Remote control: Ability to control the screen via a remote control or mobile device app, including switching input sources, adjusting volume and brightness, and more.

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[thegirlamongthestars]

what would you do? - c. alcaraz

author's note: it is not my first time writing smut but it's been a long time since I've done it. So sorry for any mistakes or bad wording.

summary: Carlos faces his female nemesis, who happens to be a WTA player, in a brutally honest and steamy training session

wc: 2,7k

warnings: +18 content, smut, fingering, protected sex (play safe! put it on!), riding, filthy as fuck

Roland Garros 2023

It all began with a seemingly routine press conference, and honestly, I thought nothing of it. I was still riding the high from my last match, feeling confident and ready. Adriana was next up, and I’d heard she was having a stellar tournament so far. So when she walked into the room, I was just another player waiting for my turn at the podium.

The press conference kicked off, and the questions were flying fast. Adriana started speaking about her training regimen, the hard work she’d put in. Then, I remember that time we shared space at the gym for a strength routine. I couldn’t keep my thoughts out about how she looked that day. Her concentration making her look exquisite and the way the sweat was shining on every inch of her soft-looking skin. Due to the memories and quite out of nowhere, I made a strange noise—like a half-chuckle, half-clearing-my-throat kind of sound. It wasn’t intentional but it came out as a reaction to my memories of her and as an attempt to calm myself. The image had been stuck in my mind, and I guess it just slipped out.

But what I hadn’t realized was how it came across. Adriana’s head snapped toward me, her eyes flashing with irritation. The room went quiet, all eyes on us. I felt the heat rise in my face. I hadn’t meant to insult her, not in the slightest. It was just a stupid, misplaced reaction.

The media seized on it, turning it into a headline: Carlos Alcaraz mocks Adriana’s training. Suddenly, a harmless moment was spun into a full-blown feud. Adriana began avoiding me, keeping her distance, and every interaction felt charged with tension. What had been a simple comment turned into something far more complicated, and no matter how many times I tried to smooth things over, it only seemed to make matters worse.

I couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much. It wasn’t just the rivalry—it was the fact that something so small had escalated into this ongoing, uncomfortable dynamic.

Roland Garros 2024

Here I was again, one year later. The grounds were buzzing with the usual excitement. My game was sharp, my confidence high, but today felt about more than just a practice. When I saw Adriana around the venue, I quickly made up my mind about confronting her. We really needed to sort out the ridiculous misunderstanding that led us to this “enemies” dynamic. I hated having that type of reaction on her. I really hated it, well except when she pierced me with those fierce green eyes. At those times, I couldn’t help but feel like a teenager with crazy hormones.

I arrived at the court for the private training session, and she was already there. Doing some rallies with her coach. Her hair, surprisingly, was down displaying her light brown strands. It looked so soft it made want to grab it.

Five seconds on her presence and I was already this worked up, I really needed to start focusing.

I called my team over, keeping my voice low so she wouldn’t hear. “You guys head out. I’ve got this.”

They looked at me, confused, but didn’t argue. They knew better. One by one, they packed up and left, leaving me alone on the court. I watched her as they disappeared, and just like I expected, she glanced over.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what was happening.

To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. With a quick head movement to her own team, she motioned for them to leave as well. They looked just as confused as mine had, but they didn’t ask questions. When they were gone, it was just the two of us.

The tension and the heat travelling through my body was immediate.

She picked up her racket, gave me a smirk, and walked to the baseline of my court. “So, what’s this about, Carlitos? Are you here to teach how to train properly?”

Her tone was playful, but I could feel the heat behind it. We weren’t kids anymore. Whatever had been brewing between us back then? It wasn’t going away. If anything, it was stronger now. More dangerous.

I shrugged, coming with an answer to match her question. “I’m sure I could teach you a few things”

The court suddenly felt much larger with just the two of us. The quiet settled around us, and I could feel my pulse pick up. It was like the air between us shifted. Heavier.

We kept rallying, the sound of the ball filling the silence, but it was different now. Every glance, every movement, had weight to it. I could see the way her breath quickened after each shot, the way she’d pause just a second longer before serving, as if she was aware of me watching her every move.

And damn it, I was.

Her ball, that I could have easily returned, turned into a point on her favor. She noticed that I was distracted and by the look she gave me, I knew she knew my reasons.

She stepped closer to the net after her shot, and I did the same, barely noticing how the ball stopped bouncing, the match forgotten. We were both breathing heavier now, but it wasn’t from the workout. I could feel her presence, feel the heat rolling off her, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about tennis at all.

“Distracted?” she put her hands on the hem of the net, getting closer to me and leaving her cleavage straight to my eyesight.

I was trying very hard to control the impulse of throwing myself all over her so I just shared the truth “Pretty much”.

“What if we play a game?” the mischief in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

This girl was dangerous. But this was the danger I liked. So if she was going to be shameless, then this was a game for two. I nodded and she began to explain.

“We are going to start a rally and at every point you win, you get to ask me a question; and vice versa”

“Okay, nic-“ she cut me off.

“But if you don’t want to answer to the question you have to take off a piece of clothing” her gaze expectant to my reaction. “Not the shoes, though. I don’t want you to break and ankle”

I started walking backwards, with my arms spreading, inciting her. “Bring it on, Adriana”

The first serve flew across the net, sharp and fast, landing just inside the baseline. Adriana’s return was quick and powerful. I sent a strong forehand cross-court, watching her sprint to catch it. She was good. Too good. But there was a flicker in her movements, the smallest hesitation when I moved up to the net, her eyes locking on mine for just a second too long. That was all I needed.

She missed the ball, and it sailed past her, bouncing off the back fence.

“One down,” I said, my voice low but teasing. “Do you really hate me?”

She laughed and lifted her t-shirt to dry her forehead, leaving her belly on display “No”

“Then why d-“ she left my words hanging again.

“Ah-ah, that’s not how it works Alcaraz” her head moving side to side cheekily. “Be brighter next time”

The next point was fast, both of us hitting with more force than necessary, trying to keep the upper hand. But this time, I lost focus, my mind more on her than on the game. She took advantage of it, hitting a perfect shot down the line that I couldn’t reach in time.

Her turn.

“Have you ever taken some of your personal time to watch a game of mine?”

She knew what she was doing. She already knew the physical effect she had in me and now she was trying to find out if I kept her on my mind.

She walked to the net, stopping just inches from me. “Well? What’s it going to be? Are you going to answer the question or…?”

I gave me her a slow, deliberate look, then—without a word—reached for the bottom of my shirt and tugged it over my head. My well-formed abdominals instantly showing and tan looking better under the sun rays. I saw how her breath caught for a second.

“That’s enough for you?” I asked, my voice smooth.

She swallowed, trying to keep her cool. “For now.”

I lost the next point, a backhand going wide.

I saw her leaving her racket on the bench and the way her hips swung while walking towards the net, had me hypnotized. She moved her finger on a “come here” motion and I did.

 “Are you brave enough to take off my t-shirt?”

This woman was going to be the end of me. At this point, I was not taking care of controlling my hormones and that was starting to note under my pants. I didn’t know how I would react the moment my fingers touched her skin, but my desire made me get closer to her immediately.

Her gaze was on mine all the time and at the moment I traced her waist with my fingertips, she bit her lower lip. I couldn’t help but release a lust filled pant. I raised the fabric until it was resting on top of her breasts, and I let my hands there for a moment, holding the sides of her rib cage. I looked down and it was undoubtedly the worst idea I’ve had in my life. Ironic, considering that I was having the greatest sight I’ve ever seen.

At that moment, something snapped in my head and all I could think was “fuck it”.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“That’s not fair” she put her hands at the nape of my hair, leaving us mere inches apart “It’s not your turn”

I could sense that she was saying that just to control herself so when I saw her licking her lips, I didn’t think about it twice. I leaned in; one arm on the net, the other enclosing her waist, pulling her even closer.

The moment our lips met, electricity shot through me, white-hot and consuming. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry—like we’d been holding this in for far too long.

Her hands found their way to my chest, nails scratching my pectorals. I couldn’t help but press my bulge to her hips and she left a moan on my mouth. I could feel her heat more than ever. The taste of her, the way her tongue moved against mine—it was intoxicating, better than I’d ever imagined.

And I had imagined it. More times than I cared to admit.

I needed more—more of her. The net between us was the only thing keeping us apart so with one swift motion, I gripped her firmly, lifting her off the ground without breaking the kiss.

Her body reacted immediately. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself tighter against me, her arms circling around my neck. At this position, she could feel me directly on her core so she didn’t wait much until she started grinding against me.

While we were still kissing, I started to walk us to one of the facilities built, for leaving our personal belongings, right next to the courts. During the way, Adriana moved her lips from my mouth to my neck and I almost tripped with my own feet. Her tongue followed her lips and she soon started giving small bites until she reached my ear lobe.

“You’re aggravating” she whispered looking into my eyes when we sat on the bench where I left my stuff.

“And why is that, honey?” now I was the one taking good care of her neck. I found a sweet spot of hers right under her chin and I had her moaning again.

“That day when you laughed at me” she was barely able to form sentences right now. “Y-you…”

“I didn’t laugh at you” my hand started trailing down her belly until it was placed on the hem of her skirt, my fingers surpassing the elastic but stopping there. “Do you wanna know what actually happened?”

“Y-yes but don’t stop”

Her neediness steered the fire within me even more and I complied her wishes. I kept my trail down, until I reached her wetness. I bit her jaw in response of knowing how much she desired me. With my fingers coated in her, I went up again and once I found her clit I started tortuously slow strokes over it.

“When you started talking about your gym routine all I could think about was how good your butt looked on those leggings you were wearing the time we trained together” I kept my ministrations, but I slowly entered her with two of my fingers turning her into a moaning mess. “About how badly I wanted to fuck you right there and then”

Her only response was arching her back leaving her breasts right at the height of my mouth. I started to give sloppy kisses and bites to the flesh that was sticking out the sport bra. The sounds she was making were sending me to another dimension and my dick was throbbing so hard that I was afraid she could feel it.

“I want you to fuck me here and now” she paraphrased my previous words.

I could feel my heart racing in my throat, my voice hoarse and needy “At your commands, reina”

With our lips and tongues having a full battle into a kiss, I reached my backpack. Right now, I was thanking that friend of mine that told me to always carry a condom on my wallet. When she saw what I had in hand she took it. Now she was the one slipping her hand through the waistband of his pants. When she palmed me over my underwear, I had to focus hardly on not cuming. She freed me and despite I was hard as a rock she gave me two strokes before putting on the condom.

“I knew you were big” she shamelessly said before licking my lower and upper lip. “Those white shorts are quite revealing”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pushed the skirt and panties aside. She noticed I was on the edge, so she grabbed me and introduced it in herself. When she sat down completely, we both let out a satisfied grunt. Immediately, we reach for each other’s lips. There was something wild about the kiss we were having and we both felt it. The way we were sucking and biting each other's lips relentlessly and the way she was moving above me. Our skin rubbing together hard and the sound of us colliding making us both moan uncontrollably.

I then grabbed her tightly by the flesh of her hips, the movements double in speed and when my member reached the exact point inside her, I could see how her eyes rolling back. The pitiful sound out of her lips confirmed it to me and I started hitting the spot relentlessly. My stamina allowing me to increase the rhythm and depth even more, making us lose our minds.

“Touch yourself” I commanded her, and her dutifulness drove me dangerously near to the orgasm.

After a few more minutes of giving everything in us to please the other, we combusted into each other’s bodies trying to extend as much as possible the pleasure wave we were in. When our breathing pace slowed down, I grabbed her chin to make her look into my eyes and then we melted into a soft and delicate kiss.

“So, we can call it a truce?” I teased her when she snuggled up against my chest and I managed to get the sweetest laugh out of her lips.  

“Don't tempt fate, Carlitos”    

[reveryfics]

Damocles

Robert Reynolds x Male Reader

Summary: Haunted by your spectral presence and the silence surrounding you, a reluctant Robert Reynolds risks the return of his inner void by peering into their memories, uncovering a tragic past

A/N: A lovely person on wattpad noticed I title fics based of Sleep Token songs/lyrics and suggested I do one for Bob. On a completely unrelated note: y'all are some horny motherfuckers with all the smut requests, calm down. 3.5k+ words.

TW: Angst - Hurt - Comfort - Super soldier reader

The stale, recycled air of the Tower always tasted of secrets and suppressed anxieties. For Robert, a man intimately familiar with both, it was a constant, low-grade hum beneath the surface of his forced normalcy. He moved through the reinforced corridors like a ghost himself, a deliberate act of self-effacement to keep the ravenous maw of the Void dormant within. But lately, a new kind of spectral presence had begun to flicker at the edges of his awareness.

It was you.

Robert hadn't caught your name, hadn't heard anyone utter it. You were simply there, a fleeting figure in the halls, a still silhouette against the panoramic city view from the observation deck, a whisper of movement in the periphery during training exercises. Your face, when he managed a direct, albeit brief, glance, was a canvas of muted sorrow, eyes that seemed to gaze inward at a landscape only you could see. What truly unsettled him was the pervasive silence surrounding you. It wasn't just that no one spoke to you; it was as if you were a glitch in the Tower's reality, a detail everyone had collectively agreed to ignore.

The question of your existence, your story, gnawed at Robert. Why did you carry the weight of a thousand unspoken tragedies? Why did you move with the languor of someone already departed? It was a relentless itch beneath his skin, a discordant note in the carefully constructed symphony of his denial. He knew the risks. He knew that delving into another's mind, even for a fleeting glimpse, was like poking a sleeping beast. The Void, his monstrous shadow, thrived on connection, on the raw, unfiltered emotions of others. Yet, the stillness in your eyes, the profound absence of life within them, was a siren call his fractured soul couldn't entirely ignore. He had to know. He needed to know why your silent figure haunted the periphery of his already precarious existence. The fear of the Void's return warred with a desperate, burgeoning empathy, a flicker of the man he once was, stirring in the dust of his self-imposed exile.

Days bled into weeks, each stolen glance at the enigma solidifying Robert's resolve. He'd tried to rationalize it away – perhaps they were new, still finding their footing. But the air of profound desolation that clung to them wasn't the awkwardness of a newcomer; it was the heavy shroud of irreversible loss. Even the gruff, no-nonsense demeanor of the other Thunderbolts seemed to soften imperceptibly when they were near, a fleeting flicker of something akin to pity quickly masked by practiced indifference.

One particularly oppressive afternoon, during a mandatory team debriefing led by a typically booming General Ross, the enigma sat silently in the corner of the conference room. Their gaze was fixed on a point beyond the holographic displays, their presence so faint it was almost an illusion. Ross, in his usual blustering manner, didn't acknowledge them, didn't even seem to register their presence. It was as if they were a piece of furniture, a shadow clinging to the wall.

Robert felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. This wasn't just about quiet sadness; it was about erasure. He watched as another Thunderbolt, Moonstone, casually walked through the space where the enigma sat, a slight shimmer in the air the only indication of their physical form. It was then, witnessing this blatant disregard, this casual dismissal of a human being, that something within Robert finally snapped. The fear of the Void still lingered, a cold dread in his bones, but the silence surrounding this person had become a more potent, more immediate threat to his fractured sense of right.

Later that evening, under the cloak of a Tower-wide slumber, Robert found himself drawn to your assigned quarters. He didn't know your name, didn't know anything about you, yet he felt an undeniable pull. He stood outside your door, the metallic surface cold beneath his fingertips. He could hear nothing from within, no sound of movement, no indication of life. It was as if the room itself was holding its breath.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the access panel. The Void was a whisper in the back of his mind, a seductive promise of power in exchange for connection, for feeling. But this wasn't about power; it was about understanding, about acknowledging the silent scream he felt emanating from behind that closed door.

Taking a shaky breath, Robert focused, reaching out with the tendrils of his dormant abilities. He pushed past the reinforced steel, not with brute force, but with a delicate, almost fearful touch. He wasn't trying to invade; he simply wanted a glimpse, a sliver of understanding. The mental resistance he encountered was faint, like a half-forgotten dream, and then, he was there.

He wasn't in your mind, not exactly. The mental landscape Robert stumbled into this time was a fractured battlefield. Not of physical debris, though those images flickered too – twisted metal, burning skies – but of shattered will. It wasn't just sadness; it was a raw, visceral agony etched into the very fabric of their being. He saw flashes of brutal, close-quarters combat, the precise, lethal movements of a honed weapon, your own hands stained crimson. There were faces, comrades perhaps, their expressions shifting from fierce determination to slack-jawed death in the blink of an eye. Each fallen figure seemed to tear a piece from your soul.

He witnessed grueling training sequences, a relentless pushing beyond human limits, your body screaming in protest, your eyes devoid of youthful exuberance, replaced by a steely, almost robotic focus. There were injections, glowing serums coursing through their veins, faces in sterile white coats observing with cold detachment. He felt the phantom sensation of forced evolution, a twisting of your very biology into something more, something less human.

The memories weren't linear; they were a chaotic storm of trauma. He saw moments of desperate camaraderie, fleeting smiles shared in the brief lulls between battles, quickly extinguished by the next wave of violence. There was a recurring image of a face, shrouded in darkness peering at you like it owned you.

Then came the catastrophic event. It wasn't a clean explosion, but a horrifying cascade of failures. A mission gone horribly wrong, a betrayal from within, the weight of impossible choices leading to unimaginable loss. He saw you, your enhanced senses overwhelmed by the screams, the chaos, the sheer magnitude of the destruction. You moved with a desperate, futile urgency, trying to save everyone, but failing, failing spectacularly. The feeling wasn't just guilt; it was the crushing weight of responsibility for countless deaths, a burden no single being was meant to bear.

He saw the aftermath, the cold indifference of superiors, the debriefings that felt like autopsies of their failures. There was no solace, no acknowledgment of the sacrifices made, only the cold calculation of what went wrong and how to prevent it from happening again – with you as a disposable asset. The light in your eyes didn't just dim; it was systematically extinguished.

And then, the shadowy face emerged again, not just as an observer, but as an orchestrator. A hand, gloved in darkness, reaching out, not to offer comfort, but to claim something. A voice, a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in Robert's very bones, uttering barely audible words, not as a threat, but as a claim, a binding. It felt like a brand, seared onto your soul.

The connection snapped, leaving Robert gasping, his own past trauma feeling pale in comparison to the sheer, brutal endurance etched into your mind. You weren't just haunted; you were a walking testament to the horrors of war and manipulation, a super soldier broken not by a single event, but by a lifetime of them. The silence surrounding you wasn't just a dismissal; it was a shroud, meant to contain a level of suffering that no one dared to acknowledge. Robert knew then that helping you wouldn't just be an act of empathy; it would be an act of defiance against a system that chewed up and spat out its most powerful weapons, leaving only hollow shells in its wake. The Void still whispered, but now, a fiercer instinct roared louder: he had to pull you back from the brink the same way the others did for him.

Your hand shot up, a harsh, unexpected vise clamping around Robert's wrist. Your breath hitched, a ragged sound that mirrored the turmoil he had just witnessed. Your eyes, wide and haunted, locked onto his with a raw intensity that made his own breath catch in his throat. He saw the frantic pulse throbbing beneath your skin, the tremor that wracked your slender frame. It was as if the echoes of the battlefield still clung to you, the phantom screams and the weight of loss momentarily dragging you back into the nightmare.

Robert noticed the stark evidence of recent tears – the angry redness blooming on your cheeks, the puffiness around your eyes, the glistening tracks that marred your pale skin like fresh wounds. He let out a slow, deliberate breath as your grip on his wrist loosened, a fraction at a time, as if you were slowly anchoring yourself back to the present. It wasn't an aggressive act, he realized with a pang of understanding, but a desperate, primal need for a physical connection, a tether to reality. "You're hurting," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing murmur, as if any louder sound might shatter the fragile hold you had on the here and now. The words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken horrors he had just witnessed.

You blinked, the movement slow and heavy, like eyelids weighted down by grief. Your mouth parted, a silent plea escaping, but no coherent words followed, only another strangled breath that spoke volumes of the agony churning within. Your arms, moments ago reaching out in a desperate grasp, now wrapped tightly around yourself, a protective cocoon against an unseen assault. Your eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears, darted frantically from Robert down to the cold, unforgiving metal of the floor, as if seeking solace in its unyielding stillness.

"I'm fine," you mumbled, the words barely audible, a fragile whisper lost in the sterile air of the corridor. The lie hung between you, a transparent shield against the unwanted intrusion. Robert recognized the familiar deflection. It was the same hollow reassurance he had offered countless times, the same mask worn by those who carried invisible wounds. He could almost hear Yelena's sharp, insistent voice echoing in his memory. He remembered the unwavering concern in her eyes, the way she could see through the carefully constructed walls, recognizing the tell-tale signs of your inner turmoil. Yelena, the fierce protector of the broken, the one who had instinctively gathered the wounded souls around her, recognizing a kindred spirit in your haunted gaze. She was a part of the reason you stayed, a fragile anchor in the storm of your memories. And Bucky. His own shared history with you, forged in the crucible of war and manipulation, was another silent bond, another reason you hadn't completely faded away.

Robert lowered himself slowly, his knees meeting the cool floor with a soft thud. He didn't reach out again, respecting the fragile boundaries you had erected, but his presence was a silent offering of solidarity. "I saw," he said softly, his voice a low rumble that wouldn't startle you. "I saw the battlefield… the fire… the faces…" He let the words trail off, not wanting to force you to relive the horrors, but needing you to know that your pain hadn't gone unnoticed.

Your breath hitched again, a small, shuddering sound that betrayed the carefully constructed indifference. Your fingernails dug into your forearms beneath the sleeves of your uniform, a silent testament to the internal battle raging within. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, the polished surface reflecting a distorted image of your own distress.

"It was… a long time ago," you finally whispered, your voice raspy, as if the words had been dragged up from the depths of your soul. "It doesn't matter anymore."

But Robert knew it did matter. The past wasn't a discarded garment; it was woven into the very fabric of who you were, shaping your present and casting a long shadow over your future. The raw agony he had glimpsed in your mind was not the faded echo of a distant memory; it was a living wound, festering beneath the surface of your forced normalcy.

He remained silent for a moment, allowing you the space to gather yourself, to decide whether or not you wanted to acknowledge the truth that hung heavy in the air between you. He understood the instinct to bury the pain, to pretend it didn't exist. He had walked that desolate path himself for far too long.

"Sometimes," he said quietly, his gaze steady and unwavering, "the things that happened a long time ago are the ones that stay with us the longest." He paused, letting his words sink in. "They shape who we become."

Your head lifted slowly, your eyes finally meeting his again. This time, the defensiveness was still there, a guarded wariness, but beneath it, he saw a flicker of something else – a raw vulnerability, a desperate yearning to be seen, to be understood. Your gaze flickered over his face, searching, as if trying to decipher his intentions.

"Why?" you asked, the single word laden with suspicion and a profound weariness. "Why are you doing this?"

Robert didn't flinch from the directness of your question. He knew his actions must seem intrusive, perhaps even threatening. "Because," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "I've been where you are. I know what it's like to carry that kind of silence." He gestured vaguely towards himself, a silent acknowledgment of his own battles with the Void, the constant struggle to keep the darkness at bay. "And I know that sometimes… sometimes it helps to know that someone else sees it too."

A fragile silence descended once more, broken only by the distant hum of the Tower's machinery. He watched as a myriad of emotions flickered across your face – suspicion, fear, a flicker of something akin to hope, quickly extinguished. It was a battlefield in itself, the internal conflict between the ingrained need for self-preservation and the desperate longing for connection.

Then, you did something unexpected. Your gaze dropped from his face to his hands, resting palms down on his knees. Slowly, hesitantly, your own hand lifted, hovering just above his. It was a small, tentative gesture, a silent question hanging in the air. It was an invitation, a fragile bridge across the chasm of your pain.

Robert remained still, offering no sudden movements, allowing you to dictate the pace. He understood the immense courage it took for you to reach out, to break the carefully constructed wall of your isolation. It was a silent plea, a desperate yearning for a connection that might offer a sliver of solace in the overwhelming darkness. He waited, his heart aching with a mixture of empathy and a burgeoning hope that perhaps, just perhaps, the silent scream he had sensed might finally find a voice.

Your fingertips brushed against the back of his hand, a feather-light touch that sent a surprising jolt through him. It was a tentative exploration, a hesitant testing of the waters. The contact was fleeting, almost ephemeral, as if you might retract your hand at any moment, afraid of the connection.

Robert remained perfectly still, his breath held captive in his chest. He didn't dare to move, to speak, to do anything that might break the fragile spell. He focused on the sensation of your touch, the coolness of your skin against his, the subtle tremor that still ran through your hand. It was a small thing, this hesitant contact, but it felt monumental, a crack appearing in the seemingly impenetrable wall you had built around yourself.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, your fingers settled against his skin. It wasn't a grasp, not yet, but a gentle resting, a silent acknowledgment of his presence, his willingness to see you. The tension in your shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly, as if the simple act of reaching out had released a small measure of the burden you carried.

The silence stretched between you, no longer heavy with unspoken pain, but now imbued with a fragile sense of shared understanding. The distant hum of the Tower seemed to fade into the background, the sterile environment momentarily forgotten. In that small, shared space, there was only the quiet acknowledgment of your intertwined pain.

Robert finally broke the silence, his voice a low, gentle murmur that wouldn't shatter the delicate moment. "It's okay," he said softly, his gaze fixed on your hand resting on his. "You don't have to be fine."

His words seemed to unlock something within you. A shudder ran through your body, and the carefully constructed composure finally began to crumble. Your breath hitched again, this time followed by a small, choked sob. The tears that had threatened earlier finally spilled over, silently tracing paths down your pale cheeks.

You didn't pull your hand away. Instead, your fingers tightened slightly on his, a subtle seeking of comfort, of reassurance. It was a silent admission of your pain, a wordless plea for understanding.

Robert turned his hand over slowly, gently enclosing yours in his. His touch was warm, steady, offering a silent anchor in the storm of your emotions. He didn't offer platitudes or empty reassurances. He simply held your hand, a tangible connection in the sterile isolation of the Tower.

The tears continued to fall, silent and unchecked. Your shoulders began to shake, and the carefully held tension in your body finally gave way. You didn't make a sound beyond the occasional choked sob, but the raw emotion radiating from you was palpable.

He sat there with you, on the cold metal floor of the corridor, two broken souls finding a fragile connection in the heart of a world that often seemed determined to erase them. He didn't try to stop your tears, didn't offer empty words of comfort. He simply held your hand, a silent promise that you weren't alone in your pain anymore. The Void still lurked in the shadows of his mind, but in that moment, it was overshadowed by a fierce, protective empathy, a burgeoning hope that perhaps, together, they could both find a way back from the brink.

The silent tears eventually subsided, leaving your face damp and your eyes red-rimmed, but the raw tension in your body had eased. Your grip on Robert's hand softened, no longer a desperate clutch but a quiet acknowledgment of his presence. You finally lifted your gaze, your eyes still shimmering with unshed tears, but holding a flicker of something new – a fragile openness.

Robert offered a small, gentle smile, the first genuine expression he'd allowed himself in what felt like an eternity. It wasn't a boisterous, carefree smile, but a quiet upturn of his lips that conveyed understanding and a shared moment of vulnerability.

You mirrored his gesture, a hesitant, watery smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, but it was there nonetheless. It was a small crack of light in the darkness, a tentative step towards the surface.

"Thank you," you whispered, the words still raspy but carrying a newfound lightness. "For… seeing."

Robert squeezed your hand gently. "You're not invisible," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet conviction. "Not anymore."

A faint sound echoed down the corridor – the distant laughter of other Thunderbolts returning from training. It was a reminder of the world outside your shared moment of quiet intimacy, but it didn't feel intrusive. Instead, it felt like a gentle nudge towards rejoining the living.

You took a slow, deep breath, the first one that seemed to fill your lungs completely in a long time. A small, almost imperceptible shift occurred in your posture, a subtle straightening of your spine, a hint of returning strength.

Robert slowly released your hand, and you didn't recoil. You looked down at your own hand for a moment, as if surprised by the simple act of connection, then back up at him. The haunted look in your eyes hadn't completely vanished, but it was softened now, overlaid with a fragile sense of hope.

"Maybe," you said, a small, almost hesitant smile finally reaching your eyes, "maybe I'm not."

Robert stood, offering you a hand up. This time, your grasp was firmer, more confident. As you stood beside him, a sense of quiet understanding passed between you. The journey ahead might still be long and arduous, but for the first time in a long time, neither of you felt entirely alone. The stale, recycled air of the Tower still tasted of secrets, but now, there was a subtle undercurrent of something else – the quiet promise of shared healing, and the fragile dawn of a new connection.

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Okay I’m posting it 😩 It’s been almost three years since I last wrote a fic, so please be kind 🥹🫶🏿

Numero Uno

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Aizen X Reader

Synopsis: You were assigned as the primera espada by Lord Aizen. This news did not sit well among some comrades. It didn’t matter though. You were his one and only trustworthy subordinate, but how would the tides turn if your relationship became more personal? Word count: 4.8k

Tags: Edging, fingering, he’s a munch, penetration, pet name 👑

MINORS DNI ‼️

Okay! Please enjoy ^_^ (let me know if I should continue with part two)

It was another gloomy day in the spiritual realm of Hueco Mundo. You were preoccupied with completing the daily tasks Lord Aizen assigned to you. It was mundane work at best. Clean the battle grounds area within Las Noches, round up each espada for a meeting, and your favorite, training!

You worked hard, day and night to become the primera espada, which led you to be lord Aizen’s most trusted subordinate. However, number five and six had some choice words after the ranks were determined. 

Like clockwork, number six, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez headed your way after the brief conference. 

He narrowed his eyes. “Well if it isn’t Aizen’s pet.” 

His sly remarks had no effect on you after defeating him in a sparring match. “It’s lord Aizen!” You replied. “And please refrain from making childish comments. It’ll make you seem weak-“

“You bitch!” He rushed towards you.

Before his arm could reach you, another figure appeared between the two of you. 

“Lower your voice, Grimmjow.” Espada number four, Ulquiorra Cifer said bluntly. “You’ll give us all a headache.” 

“Get the hell out of my way, Ulquiorra!”

“Or what? I’m two numbers ahead of you, but by all means draw your sword so I can understand the meaning of inferiority.” 

“I’ll kill you-“

A clap flowing through the air disrupted the chaos. Lord Aizen stood at the top of his throne. “This display of masculinity is quite amusing, however I’m afraid it must come to an end.” 

A snicker from the crowd caught your attention. Nnoitra Gilga, espada number five slouched against the wall. “Of fucking course she was saved by the bat and-“ 

The atmosphere erupted with spiritual pressure that caused every espada the quake, even you. 

“I do not like being interrupted, Nnoitra.” Lord Aizen stated with annoyance. 

“Y-yes sir.” Nnoitra said as sweat trickled down his face. 

“As I was saying, I would like all of you to strengthen your abilities. War is on the rise.”

“War?!” You said without a second thought. “I’m sorry for my outburst…but who is our enemy?”

Lord Aizen smirked. “Do not fear, Y/N. The details will be discussed in due time.”

“Bullshit…” Grimmjow mumbuled beneath his breath.

“Do not question Lord Aizen’s motive.” Ulquiorra retorted.

“Enough.” Espada number three, Tier Harribel sighed. 

“By all means, take this frustration to the battle grounds.” Lord Aizen said with a smug look as he disappeared into the darkness. 

Shit, you thought. You were the one and only subordinate he trusted. So why? Why was this information hidden? You shook your head to dissolve the wandering notions before strolling to the desert. 

In a private room, Lord Aizen was accompanied by his right hand man, Gin Ichimaru. There was no need to observe how training would conclude, given that he knew each and every ability the espada possessed. 

“That was quite mean, Captain Aizen.” Gin chuckled.

“You believe so? I’d say this new revelation will spark some kind of resolve.”

“Hmmm. But the delivery ain’t cutting it. I was surprised too. You hardly gave me the details.” 

Lord Aizen smirked. “That’s what makes this even more amusing.”

“Oh my.” Gin covered his mouth with a sly grin. “You’re very scary when you feel entertained.” 

“Let’s check on them. I have some plans for Y/N.” 

Back on the battlegrounds, you faced Nnoitra without releasing your zanpakuto. He was furious to feel belittled by your strength. One by one you lowered his defenses. 

“Are you ready to give up?” You said while releasing a swing of your blade. 

“As if.” Nnoitra dodged. “I refuse to lose to Aizen’s whore!” He lunged as your swords clashed with a ring shattering through the air.

“It’s not my fault I’m the strongest among us.” You pushed your weapon to gain ground. Within seconds, you leaped to the side to dodge a blue cero. “Shit!”

“Dammit! I was close.” Grimmjow frowned.

“Hey asshole!” Nnoitra shouted. “Stay out of our fight!” 

“Hell no! I’ve been dying for my rematch.”

Their voices faded away as you examined your legs. You evaded his attack, but not enough as it left a bruise. The one ability you lacked the most was regeneration. It will heal, but in due time. 

“Dear espada.” Lord Aizen’s voice was heard throughout Las Noches. “Please conclude today’s training. I was pleased with the performance but I will need to speak to Grimmjow and Nnoitra. Your behavior has been very disappointing.”

“Great…” Grimmjow sighed.

Your fellow comrades exited the battle grounds, leaving you alone to struggle with your injuries.

“That’s going to leave a scar.” 

You were startled as Lord Aizen appeared out of thin air.

“Yeah. I-I’m sorry to disappoint you. It won’t happen again.” You averted eye contact out of embarrassment.

“Disappointed?” He stepped closer. “Actually I’m amazed. You hold extraordinary power, yet you can hardly regenerate. My theory is that your strength is too much to extend to other abilities that arrancars should wield.” 

You were unsure if you should be mortified or impressed by his breakdown of your powers. Regardless, the air was beginning to feel tense.

“I should go and rest-“

“Not yet.” He interrupted. “Please, follow me.” He turned around and began to stroll.

You followed. “But what about your discussion with Grimmjow and Nnoitra?” 

“They can wait. I’m sure my face is the last thing they want to see before retiring for the night.” 

You chuckled. Despite the pain on your lower limbs, this side of Lord Aizen you’ve never seen before was refreshing. You each walked silently. It was awkward, but what was there to say?  Your gaze slowly raised to the back of his head. His wavy brunette hair. The way he casually tucked his hands inside the pockets of his uniform. His walk…

He was attractive. 

Mesmerized by his looks, you slipped to notice he stopped walking, causing you to bump into his back. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“You apologize a lot, Y/N. We’re here.” He pushed a snow colored door open.

You hesitated to enter. Lord Aizen noticed your tensed shoulders, leading him to turn around just enough for you to see his eyes. “Right! I’m coming.” You used sonido to appear beside him. 

The room was bare, with only one couch that could fit up to a dozen people. It striked you as odd. 

“Have a seat.” 

Without a second thought, you plopped down on to the couch. His massive figure towered your body. It was intimidating but also…intimate. You followed his gaze, which led to the hem of your skirt. It was short enough to show the entirety of your legs, and much more with the right angle. 

“Why are we here?” You crossed your legs from feeling exposed. 

“No particular reason.” He kneeled to examine your injuries. “Maybe I just wanted to see you on this couch.” His fingers gently caressed your skin. “It’s like a throne, wouldn’t you say?”

All sane reasoning exited your mind as a soft moan escaped between your lips. “L-lord-“

“Just call me Sosuke when we’re alone.” His hand crept further along your leg. “Hmmm. I’d say it’ll take up to three days to heal at your current rate.” He lifted his eyes, noticing your aroused facial expression. “Do you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you that much?”

You swallowed the lump stuck in your throat. “What if I said yes?” 

Sosuke lifted his body, just enough to meet you at eye level. His thumb and index finger cupped your chin. “I’d choose your words carefully.” He narrowed to your plump lips momentarily. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

Thinking? How could you think with his mouth mere inches away. 

“Answer me, Y/N. I’m not a man who enjoys waiting patiently.” 

“You…want to kiss me…”

He grinned. “Wrong.” His head tilted to your ear. “If you said I was thinking about how magnificent you’d look with my hand fisted in your hair, then that would be correct.“

You flinched. Imagination was an understatement. You could practically feel his hands cascading down your chest, to your navel, and then-

“You should go.” Sosuke rose to his feet with lustful eyes.

“Right…I’ll go.” You stood, still shocked from what occurred. Go…Go! For some reason, you were unable to move. Maybe. Just maybe if you stayed for a couple more seconds he’ll claim his desires. You risked it all by closing your eyes.

One. Two. Three.

Still…nothing. 

You slowly opened your lids to realize Sosuke was no longer there. 

It’s been weeks since the last encounter you had with Lord Aizen. It’s as if he was avoiding you like the plague. Only higher beings knew how much longer you could handle dancing around the truth. Your wounds healed in the matter of three days, just as he predicted.

There was another lingering sensation. What war are we fighting? You said as you paced back and forth. Each espada trained from day to night without knowing a single detail of what’s to come. Lord Aizen must have loved to play a game of cat and mouse-

“Y/N.” 

You were startled by Ulquiorra’s sudden presence. “Yes?”

“Lord Aizen wants us at the battle grounds. Did you not hear his announcement?”

Shit. Something needed to change before your distraction could cause another slip up in training. “I’ll be there right away!”

“Hmm. Interesting…” He used sonido to vanish.

Each espada was lined up according to rank from lowest to highest. This was very unusual. Typically, sparring partners would be determined solely based on who wanted to fight who.

Lord Aizen stood with a blank expression, his right hand man also looked quite bored. “Now then.” He paced down the line, scanning each subordinate. “I’ve grown tired of watching the same thing occur over and over again.” His feet came to a halt as he landed in front of you. Those piercing hazelnut eyes said a thousand words, but not one was uttered to you. “All of you will spar against me today.”

Great. Just great. Given by your comrades' expressions, no one desired this outcome. 

“Gin. Keep the rest occupied while I’m away.”

“Of course! Captain Aizen.” Gin waved goodbye as your leader commanded number ten to step forward.

At least you had some time to prepare, but for how long? Within the span of ten minutes, Lord Aizen was up to number six already. He’d cut the battles short if he felt dissatisfied. 

“Worried?” Gin snuck behind you.

“Why would I be? I’m prepared to fight. Even if I have to draw my sword against Sosuke-“

Your slip up did not go unnoticed.

“On a first name basis? Oh my…what did I miss? Perhaps the two of you-”

“Nothing happened!” You faced him. “I swear!”

“You’re a terrible liar. If I ever need to be bailed out of a situation, kindly remind me to never ask you.”

You clicked your tongue with annoyance. So what if you couldn’t hide the truth. It would only be a matter of time before others caught wind of the tension.

“Gin.” Lord Aizen appeared too close behind you. “What were you discussing with Y/N?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh nothin. Just strategy on how to defeat ya.” 

“I see.” Lord Aizen placed his firm hand on top of your head. “Let’s go. It’s your turn.” 

“Right…”

He teleported you to the edge of the desert. It was quite a distance away from the rest of the crowd. You figured due to your rank, this was necessary. 

“I’m waiting.” His smooth voice disrupted your thoughts. 

Forget about what happened a few weeks ago. Now was the time to display your power. Within seconds, you lunged forward to strike. He vanished, then appeared from behind.

“Too slow.” 

You struck again, but your blade was slashing nothing but air. 

“Don’t disappoint me, Y/N you should-“

“Stop talking!” You fired a cero from the palm of your hand. It was easily blocked by his zanpakuto. 

“Alright then.” His speed was hardly noticeable as he attacked. Your blades clashed with enough force to send a shockwave throughout Las Noches. “I’ll stop being on defense. Show me what you can do.”

There was no holding back. You were able to evade most of his barrage of sword attacks. A few cut through the fabric of your clothing, but it wasn’t enough to slow you down. On pure instinct, you slid down to the ground at the right opportunity to shake his footing. His reflexes were top notch as he leaped over your extended leg.

“That was an incredible performance.” Lord Aizen smirked as he swung his sword down. His body was placed firmly on top of yours as you blocked his attack.His eyes showed a tint of irritation as he flicked your blade away, leaving you defenseless. He tossed his sword aside. “I’m aggravated.” 

“How bold of you to remove your weapon as well!” You threw a punch.

He blocked it with ease as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the ground. “You’re distracted, and that displeases me.” He lowered his body, just enough to allow the tip of your nose to touch. “Tell me, Y/N. Does this have to do with what occurred a few weeks ago?”

You attempted to loosen his grip, but it was no use. The cat was out of the bag. “And so what? You expect me to act like nothing happened?” You were vulnerable in this moment, and maybe he realized it too as his hands loosened ever so slightly. It was enough for you to sonido away. 

You stood against a pillar, blade in hand. “Fight me again.” 

“I don’t like being told what to do.” Lord Aizen closed the distance while grabbing your sword with his bare hand.

It shocked you enough to lower your guard as he ripped it out of your hand. You were defenseless, again.

He slowly snaked his arm to your neck, slightly squeezing. You gasped. “From now on, you fight with intent. I don’t care about your trivial emotions.” He closed the distance completely. “Do you understand?”

His knee was in the right place. With just one movement of your hips, the acking tension at your lower core was pleased. You rolled your head back and moaned. Was it because you lusted over him for weeks? Or was it the placement of his hand choking you? Regardless, you needed to let loose. 

You meet his eyes, noticing a hunger for more. He didn’t resist. Instead, he lifted his knee higher. You rolled hips again, tugging on his uniform.

“Fuck…” Sosuke cursed beneath his breath. “You don’t care if others see? Well neither do I?”

That did it. The thought of being caught aroused you even more. You picked up the pace, grinding on his knee till you were a mess for all to see. 

Sosuke angled his head, biting your ear gently. “Just look at you. Using my body for your own pleasure.” He faced you again. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes! Yes…please!”

Without hesitation, Sosuke lowered his knee to spread your legs. You were soaked as he pulled your lingerie to the side and circled his thumb around your clit.

“Shit!” You gripped the pillar and grinded against his hand. 

“Damn…” he released your neck and leaned over your body. “Now cum, for me.” He parted his lips with a groan. 

That was all he needed to say for you to crumble. You released a whimper as the high died down. 

Sosuke lifted his thumb to his lips, licking the taste of you.“I look forward to seeing you again, Y/N.” He grinned and vanished into thin air.

Another week passed with the same routine. You were beginning to become quite bored. So much so that you decided to visit the world of the living during your free time. Lord Aizen never uttered a word to you again after submitting to his skillful hands. It was cruel to say the least. However, you pushed it aside and conjured what was happening with this war. You figured it had something to do with the Soul Society. It was the only plausible explanation, considering Lord Aizen’s betrayal.

After some mindless strolling, you opened a garganta back to Hueco Mundo. From there, the third espada greeted you.

“Back so soon?” Harribel asked.

“There was nothing going on apart from humans dressed up in bizarre costumes.” You chuckled. 

“I see.” She folded her arms. “So, spill it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m talking about last week's training session. The others might not have noticed, but you have this…glow on you. As if a certain someone pleased you.”

“Dammit.” Her intuition was sharp, and among the other espada, you and Harribel were the only women. It’s been bothering you, but maybe she’d have advice on what to do. “Don’t tell anyone else!” You fiddled with a strand of hair. “I did do something with Lord Aizen…and now, I can’t even stay in the same room as him. So, everything is awkward.”

“You poor thing. It doesn’t matter to me, however, some guards around Las Noches would be furious to know this information.”

“That’s why you can’t tell-“ 

“Relax. I won’t.” Harribel walked in front of you. “Just tell him how you truly feel and stop dancing around the truth. Lord Aizen is very understanding.”

She was right. No need to hide in your shell. It’s clear he felt something that day too. 

“Thank you, Harribel! You’re an amazing friend.” You hugged her tightly.

“So I’ve been told.” She smiled. “Now go before you change your mind.”

You pulled away and nodded. “Right!”

You could do this. With each foot step, you grew closer to lord Aizen’s quarters. No guards, in fact, no one around. This was the perfect opportunity. Before you knocked on his door, you peeped from the side, noticing Gin smirking from the shadows. He disappeared without saying a word. You would remember that for another day.

“Come in, Y/N.” Lord Aizen felt your presence before you made it known. 

You opened the door to a dim room. There, he sat slouched in a chair with a glass of wine in hand. Your eyes scanned his body. A loose button down shirt, revealing his bare chest. Raven colored slacks and a pair of loafers to match. 

“So, what brings you here to honor me with your presence?” He chuckled.

You closed the door for privacy. “Cut the bullshit. You know why.”

“Coming off strong. If only this fierce attitude was displayed during our match-“

You ran to tower over his body. He didn't react. Instead, he swirled his wine glass with amusement. The gesture alone made your blood boil.

“Stop ignoring me…”

“How so? I’m talking to you right now-“

“I'm talking about every time we do something!” You sat down slowly onto his lap. “You wouldn’t even look at me after you made me cum that day. It’s humiliating.” Tears began to form around your eyes. You couldn’t care less if it was a pitiful sight. 

Sosuke lowered his glass to the side, wiping away your sadness. “Don’t look so upset. You’re like a ray of sunshine, and when clouds begin to form, that spark you possess dwindles away.” He inched closer. “So please, smile.” He gently kissed you. 

You deepened the kiss, yearning for more. Sosuke snaked his hand underneath your skirt to squeeze your ass. You moaned while grinding against his hardness.

He pulled away slightly. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N.” 

You giggled. “Well, you started it.” 

He grinned while spanking your rump. “Take your clothes off. My imagination can only go so far.” 

It was your turn to get revenge. All those sleepless nights from wondering why he ignored you after each encounter lit a flame in your heart. “You’re gonna have to beg for it.” You teased.

He did not appreciate your response as he tightened his grip. “I’m not one to beg. Do it…or I’ll have to discipline you.”

You moved your pelvis, causing a groan to escape from his lips. In one smooth gesture, your body was positioned on all fours against the chair.

Sosuke combed his hand through your hair before gripping tightly.  “You leave me no choice.”

“You’ll have to try harder than that-ahh!”

The sensation of his fingers gliding along your clit made you quiver. On pure instinct, you arched your back to expose what was rightfully his.

“That’s it…princess.” Sosuke hummed before kneeling. “I’ve been craving to have another taste.” He slid your lingerie to the side while expertly exploring your pussy with his tongue.

“F-fuck!” You whimpered. The chair was unstable as you rocked back and forth. One lick after the other, a knot slowly formed towards your lower abdomen. “Sosuke…please…” You were dripping as his lips popped while sucking your bud.  

He leaned back, catching his breath. “The way my name rolls off your lips.” His tongue teased your folds. “It’s like nirvana.” He dove back in, hungry for more.

“Oh god!” Your eyes rolled back as you continued to grind against his chiseled face. It was over stimulating. So much to the point your legs began to tremble. You were close, and he felt it too. You released a moan as he slipped two fingers inside. 

“Shit…your pussy looks so good, taking my fingers like that.” You were his undoing. “I want to see it filled with my dick-“

“Yes! Please!” That’s all you ever wanted at this moment. Laid out, in any position, as long as your cunt was pounded by his cock. 

“You still didn't cum yet. Are you holding back?” He picked up the pace. “I’d hate to feel like I’m not good enough.” 

“Don’t stop! I’ll cum…now.” You hissed and squinted your eyes. 

“Hmm. Good.” 

It was only a matter of seconds before you climaxed. You shouted his name as you felt the rush flowing, but it never reached its end. You raised up, in disbelief. Sosuke devilishly smirked as his hands and mouth were nowhere near you. 

You cursed beneath your breath. “I was gonna cum!” 

“And I was waiting for you to take your clothes off.” He chuckled. “Doesn’t feel good to be teased, eh?” 

“Fuck you!” You spat. 

“I’m sure you meant to say fuck me.” 

That was it. You had enough. Out of pure rage, you tackled him to the bed, childishly pounding your fist against his chest. He laughed, but not like usual. It’s as if he was genuinely entertained. 

“It’s not funny!”

“Relax, princess.” He held you close while raising his body. “I didn’t lick your sweet pussy for nothing.” He inched his head, just enough to graze your ear. “If you want to get dicked down so badly, do as I say, hm?” 

His velvet smooth voice was powerful enough to make anyone submit. You nodded and proceeded to lift your blouse. One piece of clothing came off after the other, till you were nothing more than a beautiful sight to see. Despite the warmth, your nipples were hard and yearning for touch.

Sosuke flipped you around gently on your back. His index finger twirled against your breast. “Much better.” He proceeded to kiss you passionately. 

You wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala hugging a tree. He lowered his hips, rubbing his hardened length against your drenched core. The fabric of his pants teased you till no end.

“Take…it off.” You mumbled. 

“Take what off?” He smirked.

You whimpered and squirmed. “You know what I mean! I can’t take it anymore.” 

In a blink of an eye, Sosuke was standing at the edge of the bed, steadily stripping each clothing away. You watched, gracefully. His muscles were defined, which paired nicely with his tall lean figure. Your lids noticed a glowing object beneath his chest. 

Did he…

“You fused with the hogyoku?!” 

“Subjugated would be a wiser term.” He stepped closer. “That’s not important right now.” He gripped your ankles before pulling you to the rim of the bed. He licked his fingers, lubricating his swollen cock.

You’d be lying if you said his size wasn’t intimidating. You parted your lips as his tip gilded against your folds. A soft whimper escaped as he inched forward.

He noticed you tense. “It’s okay. I’ll go slow.” He lifted your legs on top of his shoulders before continuing.

You squinted your eyes and grabbed the bed sheets. “Oh fuck!” 

“Damn…” he groaned. “You look so good taking me whole.” He rolled his pelvis with ease. “Look at me, Y/N.” 

You opened your eyes. For the first time, you witnessed his guard completely collapse. He lowered himself as both hands rested next to your face. His thrust became more intense with every passing moment.

“Hold on to me.” He huffed.

You listened, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. The bed creaked louder and louder as his pace quickened. 

“Don’t hold back on me.” He kissed you momentarily. “Let me hear you. Are you afraid the rest will know how well you’re taking my dick?”

“Oh god!” You moaned with a quivering tone. All reasoning was left outside the door as you stopped caring about privacy.

“Good girl.” He raised his torso as he grabbed your waist for better leverage.

Your voice began to sound hoarse. “S-Sosuke…I’m-“ you were unable to form a complete sentence as he hit the sweet spot.

“You what?” He thrusted harder. “Tell me.” 

“I’m gonna cum!” You closed your eyes. Small droplets of tears formed around your lids.

The creaking stopped as he came to a halt. “Y/N.” He spoke softly. “Look at me.”

You obeyed and met his gaze. He cupped one hand to the back of your neck while the other slowly hovered over your pussy.

“Good.” Without warning, he circled his finger around your clit as he continued to thrust.

Your eyes rolled back, unable to contain it any longer. It was an euphoric high as you finished on his cock. 

“Fuck!” Sosuke groaned while pulling out. He pumped his dick till cum spread across your abdomen. “Shit. I’m sorry princess. I didn’t mean to make a mess.”

You were hardly coherent. Still, you supported yourself on each elbow. “It’s okay, really.”

He smiled before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I’ll clean you up.” 

Your vision became blurry. Shit. I’m going to pass out. The last thing you remembered was Sosuke walking towards the bathroom before the room turned pitch black. 

Tick tick. 

It was the sound of a clock ringing through your ears. Something felt warm and comforting as you squirmed under bed sheets that had a familiar fragrance. Wood. cinnamon. Sage. Each scent slowly warped a recognizable face.

Lord Aizen.

You shot up from the bed, realizing what happened…hours ago? The atmosphere in Hueco Mundo was of no help to determine the time frame. The sky was always a resemblance of night. 

Your eyes darted to the figure sleeping beside you. There, Sosuke was in a deep slumber, or so you thought. 

“Wow. So this is the thanks I get for not only cleaning you up, but also tucking you to bed. How cruel, Y/N.” He peeped one eye open with a sly smirk.

You clicked your tongue and threw a pillow in his direction. “I can’t stand you sometimes!”

“Then by all means you can lay back down. Or better yet, kneel. That would look quite good on you.”

“Shut it!” You pouted. It was impossible for you to not smile at his meticulous remark. So much so that you laughed. “Is this how you really are once you let loose?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said in a mocking tone. “Please, enlighten me.”

You turned around, allowing the sheets to cascade down your naked body. “Or.” You crawled towards him. “I can show you another way.”

His eyes gleamed with lust as he reached out his hand. “Princess.” He cupped your chin. “Are you telling me you want more?”

You licked your lips as your eyes traveled to his hardness. It was your turn to know what he tasted like. 

“Eyes on me.” It wasn’t a request, but a command. He pulled you closer as his lips pressed against yours. “Don’t start a battle you can’t win.”

So, it was a challenge. You grinned from ear to ear with confidence. “I’ll take the bait. It sounds to me like you’re scared.”

“My name and fear would never occur in the same sentence. Watch what you say.”

“Or what?”

His hand snaked around your neck. “Did we not learn from last time, princess?” 

You kept your eyes on him while steadily lowering your hand to his cock. He did not move as you stroked. little by little, his grip loosed around your neck as a soft groan rumbled beneath his chest. No words were spoken as you leaned forward and kissed his tender lips. 

“After this.” You pulled away slightly. “You better tell me what’s going on.”

He flipped you over on all fours. “Never tell me what to do.”

And just like that, he claimed your body once more.

[sowhatwereyousaying]

Prologue

summary: The calm before the storm...

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

Her Perspective

I just wanted to go home.  

That was the only thing keeping me sane as I wrapped up one of the most stressful presentations of my career. Weeks of preparation, late nights, early mornings, and more caffeine than the human body should consume had all led to this moment.  

I should have felt proud. I should have wanted to celebrate.  

Instead, I was exhausted.  

As soon as the meeting ended, I barely held back a sigh. The moment I stepped out of the conference room, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend my night:  

Step 1: Get into the comfiest pajamas I owned.  

Step 2: Open a bottle of wine because, frankly, I had earned it.  

Step 3: Put on a feel-good rom-com to fill the gaping void of love in my life.

Step 4: Pass out halfway through and get the best sleep of my life.  

It was a perfect plan.  

Then Mia happened.

The second I pulled out my phone, her message popped up.  

📲 Mia: I JUST GOT A PROMOTION. WE’RE GOING OUT. NO EXCUSES.   📲 Me: CONGRATS!!! But also, no. Pajamas and wine are calling my name.   📲 Mia: Do you think I care??? You’re coming. I will drag you out of your apartment if I have to.   📲 Me: …I hate you.   📲 Mia: Love you too. Be at my place in an hour.  

I groaned, already knowing there was no escaping this. When Mia made up her mind, there was nothing in this world that could change it.  

So instead of heading home, I found myself begrudgingly making my way to Mia’s apartment, wondering how I had let myself get talked into this.  

By the time I got to Mia’s place, she was already in full celebration mode. Music blasted through the speakers, her vanity was covered in an explosion of makeup, and three different outfit choices were laid out on her bed.  

The second she saw me, she shoved a dress into my hands.  

"You’re wearing this."  

I held it up. It was short. It was tight. It was not what I had planned.  

I blinked. "This is a crime against comfort."  

"This is hot. And you will be HOT in it." Mia grinned. "Now go change before I do it for you."  

There was no winning.  

I sighed and changed, trying to ignore how much of my legs were on display.  

As I did my makeup, Mia absentmindedly flipped through TV channels before stopping on a celebrity talk show. 

I barely paid attention—until I heard his name.

Gong Yoo.  

I glanced at the screen. There he was, looking annoyingly good, lounging in his seat like he owned the world. His expression was somewhere between amused and exasperated as he stared at the talk show host.  

"You’ve had quite a reputation over the years," the host teased. "Lots of flings, lots of rumors. But no serious relationships."  

Gong Yoo smirked, lazy and completely unbothered. "I didn’t realize I was here for a life intervention."  

The audience laughed.  

"But seriously," the host continued, "are we ever going to see you settle down? Or is this playboy phase permanent?"  

Gong Yoo leaned back, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. "Tell you what—the next person I kiss? That’s it. I’ll marry them."  

The audience erupted.

Mia let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my god. Whoever that is, Oh they will be lucky."  

I snorted. "Yeah, because look AT him"  

Little did I know, fate was planning a little something

His Perspective

I was supposed to be fishing right now.

That was the plan.  

I had just wrapped up my latest drama—a massive hit that had drained the life out of me—and was finally ready to disappear for a while.  

No cameras. No interviews. No scandals. Just me, a boat, and absolute peace.

Then the internet decided to ruin it.  

An old fling—someone I barely even remembered—decided to go viral.

💬 "I thought we had something special, but I never even got a callback." 💬 "Typical Gong Yoo, right? He’ll flirt, he’ll make you feel like the only girl in the world, and then—poof. Gone."

By the time my PR team got involved, the damage had already spiraled.

"You need to fix this," my manager said, pacing around my living room. "We need an interview. A statement. Something."  

I groaned. "I don’t care what some random woman says about me online."  

"Yeah, well, the public does."  

And that’s how I ended up on that stupid talk show.

The host wasted no time.

"You’re known for being a bit of a heartbreaker, aren’t you?"  

I forced a smile. "That’s what they say."  

"Do you ever plan to settle down? Or is this just who you are?"  

I clenched my jaw, already done with the conversation.  

If I denied it, they'd say I was lying. If I played along, they’d say I was an arrogant jerk.  

So I made a joke.  

"Tell you what—the next person I kiss? That’s it. I’ll marry them." 

The audience went wild.

I thought that was the end of it.  

I had no idea what I had just set into motion.

At The Club

I wasn’t supposed to be there.  

But my friends insisted. "One night out," they said. "Relax a little," they said.  

So I went.  

I stood in the corner, minding my own business, until—  

She crashed into me.

Soft lips. The scent of perfume and something sweet.

It was so fast, I barely had time to react.  

But then—then—I realized: she had no idea who I was, at least not right now  

And just like that, something in me clicked.  

So I kissed her back.  

And when she finally opened her eyes and realized her mistake—when she looked at me like she was about to have a full-on breakdown—I smirked.  

"Guess that means we’re getting married."

It was meant to be a joke.  

Then the flashes started. The whispers. The cameras.   And suddenly, it wasn’t a joke anymore

a/n: I knew I wanted to give a lil background of what happened before the lil club incident, and the trashy tv program viewer in me LOVES to build suspense hehehehehe. I hope yall enjoy this <3

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[jonaleddelhi]

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The specific features of LED conference screen are introduced

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[john-get-the-salt]

Oblivious (w/Derek Morgan)

Imagine: From strangers, to coworkers, to friends, to…? The evolution of you and Derek

Contains: Derek getting nervous/panicking when his usual flirting doesn’t work, penny not so secretly trying to push you two together, new agent on the team! Au

Warnings: none

The quiet hum of the elevator was oddly comforting as you stood in it, watching the display as it went up up up…..

You couldn’t stop fidgeting, brushing non-existent dust off your dress pants and pulling on the sleeves of your sweater. You’d agonized for hours on what to wear to your first day at this new job. You wanted to be comfortable but also professional. The BAU didn’t have a tight dress code for the office, though it got strict when in the field.

You tried to steady your nerves, using your favorite mindfulness technique of breathing in, holding for 5 seconds, and then releasing. It worked a bit, your shoulders easing.

Your constant stream of thought was interrupted by the elevator beeping and opening its doors to your floor.

You filled before leaving the safety of the elevator and walking through another lobby area towards a set of glass doors.

'Behavioral Analysis Unit' was printed in large black letters, and they seemed to loom over you. Before you could reach for the door handle, a blonde woman stepped up beside you.

"Let me guess, first day?"

You smiled ruefully. The woman wore colorful clothes with blue glasses perched on her nose.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Not at all,” she lied. “Do you need help finding the right office?" She offered.

Your smile widened in relief, "That would be great. I'm looking for Agent Hotchner, I'm joining his team."

Your final interview happened in person with the Agent, but it'd been a few weeks and you didn't want to risk getting lost.

Her eyes lit up. "You're the new recruit! I'm Penelope, but everyone calls me Garcia. I was just heading in, I can show you the way."

You thanked her and followed her through the glass doors. The BAU floor was as busy as you expected. People were weaving about, clutching coffee and files and paperwork.

Garcia led you through the floor, towards a row of raised offices. She knocked on the door to the first one, giving you a thumbs up before scurrying away.

“Come in.”

With one last deep breath, you opened the door.

Agent Hotchner was rising from his desk as you stepped in. He offered you his hand and you shook it firmly.

“Agent Hotchner, good morning.”

“Good morning. Hotch is ok. Good to see you again.”

“You as well.”

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk and you took a seat as the two of you went over some general pre-boarding information. You also received your badge and other keys to get around the office building.

Hotch explained that the team didn't yet have a case for the day, but he'd called a meeting so everyone could meet you. Afterwards you would be working on paperwork for the day, unless the team was needed elsewhere. That was fine with you, someone who actually enjoyed paperwork, and you followed as your new boss led you out of his office and down the hall.

You approached a conference room and could see it was already full. Of course as soon as you stepped into the room all eyes were on you. You held your chin high and met their gazes evenly. As nervous as you were joining a new team, you were confident in yourself and your abilities. You’d been hired for a reason, and you had to believe that.

"Team, this is Agent (y/n)."

They stood up one by one, introducing themselves with either a handshake or a nod. David, J.J, Derek, Spencer, Emily, and Penelope once again. You committed the names to memory, introducing yourself.

"We haven't had anything come in yet today, but we all have plenty of paperwork to keep us busy." And with a nod Hotch was gone again.

You have looked a bit stunned, as Rossi chuckled. "He isn't much of a talker."

“I respect it. Straight to the point."

You turned to Garcia as the team began filing out of the room, “Thank you again, for this morning."

Her smile got even brighter, something you didn't think was possible..

“Oh of course! Not a problem at all. Do you need me to help you find your desk?”

You chuckled. "No, Hotch pointed it out for me. But we could pretend you're helping me and chat on the way."

"Ohhhh new girl I like you."

She led the way out of the conference room and down the stairs into the pen of desks and agents. She asked a lot of questions, which you answered as quickly as you could. It was a lot of basic stuff about what you liked to do and where you had worked before this. It was incredibly relieving having someone so kind and so willing to talk you. And it was endearing to see how enthusiastic she was to learn about you.

Unfortunately, you did eventually make it to your desk and she had to leave you.

"This is your stop," she sighed dramatically. "I suppose I should return to my cave now."

You laughed, setting down your bag at your new desk. She’d told you all about her little tech cave and already told you were welcome to stop by anytime.

Your desk was situated by Derek and Emily’s and you shot them both a smile as you sat down.

"I'll be here all day, Penelope. And who knows, I might get lost trying to get lunch."

She clapped her hands. "Yes! Lunch! Ok my love I shall go and see you again at lunch!"

You smiled and waved as she hustled away.

"You two are already getting along well," Derek noted.

“I guess so. She's incredibly sweet."

He had no argument with that, and went quiet again as you clicked your pen and opened your folder. The towering stack of paperwork probably would've made other agents feel faint. But you couldn't help but feel content. As much as you loved working in the field, you'd been through enough crazy circumstances that you would never take advantage of a peaceful desk day.

"Yikes," Emily winced, catching a glance at the work in front of you. "Newbie paperwork....no joke."

"Call me crazy, but I actually do not mind paperwork."

She fake gasped and you laughed. "I know, I know. Controversial opinion. It just feels so satisfying to get it done."

"You and pretty boy would get along great."

You raised an eyebrow at Derek so he clarified, "Reid, aka pretty boy."

"Ah, no love for paperwork yourself?"

He gave you a dazzling smile that you were sure made other girls swoon. "Unfortunately we don't all get excited for desk work, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, but shot him a smile so he knew you were only kidding. The floor got quiet again as everyone finally settled in for the days work.

————

A month or so after that fateful first day, you couldn’t believe you’d ever been that nervous. Your coworkers was great, and after an awkward week or two you found your place and fit perfectly into the puzzle that was your BAU team.

You’d made friends with everyone on the team in different ways, though the biggest surprise had been Derek. You two just worked, and often got paired together out in the field. You made a good team. And though you had more than proved yourself in the short time since you’d started, Derek tended to keep an extra eye on you.

It was obnoxiously sunny out in Colorado, where the team was currently investigating a string of ritualistic murders. Hotch sent you and Derek to go check out the latest dumping ground, out in the middle of some barren desert land. Without any trees for shade the sun was particularly harsh.

Out of bad habit, you’d left your sunglasses back at the police station where you’d set up home base. This meant you were stuck squinting and trying to use your hands as a visor so you could see.

Luckily you only had to struggle for a few moments before Derek was nudging you and offering you his signature black sunglasses.

“Oh no, that’s ok Der. You need em. Next time i’ll just be smarter and remember mine.”

“That’s what you said last time baby girl. Which is why..” he trailed off as he pulled a second pair of identical glasses out of his back pocket. “I bought myself a backup pair.”

“Huh.” You chuckled before you took his offer and slid the glasses onto your face. “It’s almost like you knew I’d forget them.”

Derek just grinned, and the two of you got to work.

And when the two of you returned to the police station in your matching sunglasses, even Hotch cracked a smile.

————

A couple months after first meeting the team you couldn't imagine working anywhere else ever again.

You adored every single person in their own way, and you loved working with them every single day.

Hotch, stoic and closed off, was absolutely brilliant. He always seemed to know what the team needed even if you didn't yourselves. He was someone you really looked up too and idolized.

Jennifer, or JJ as everyone called her, was kickass. She was so good at handling press you would've thought she'd been doing it her entire life. You were in awe of her and absolutely adored her son Henry. 

Emily, when you were first getting to know her, was a bit quiet and reserved. It took a while for her to open up to you, but with the help of some team work and margaritas she finally felt safe and comfortable around you. She was unbelievably sassy, and contrary to popular belief enjoyed playing pranks on the rest of the team. 

Rossi was deceptively smart. He knew exactly how to get under an unsubs skin and look damn fly while doing it. You could only hope to be in the game as long as he was, and tried to mentally write down everything he ever said. He was currently in the process of trying to teach you how to cook, something you were slowly improving at.

Reid was the smartest person you had ever met. Hands down. He was easy to talk to and greeted you every morning with a fact of the day. It made you happy and he seemed to enjoy having someone to spout numbers at.

Penelope, or Penny as you now called her, was like the teams own personal sunshine. You had lunch together every day, and some weekends spent more time at her apartment than your own. The team had come to call you two sisters, and most days it really felt like you were. You two just got each other.

Last but not least was Derek Morgan. Derek was, to you, an enigma. His charm was always at +20 around you. Emily assured you that's just how he always was, but Penny seemed to think different. She was convinced you two had something going on.

But to be honest you really didn't know much about the man. You knew he liked baseball, loved sushi and secretly enjoyed fruity margaritas. He fixed houses in his spare time and had an uncanny ability to recite Brittney Spears word for word. You also knew he was incredibly good at getting what he needed out of unsubs, never afraid to take one for the team and do what needed to be done. He could also be a hothead, letting his anger take control and lash out.

Did you think he was attractive? Oh absolutely. Did he make you question every decision you'd ever made that led you to know such a fine man? No doubt. But he was was a friend, and a coworker at that.

Which was why as Penny bugged you at the coffee station about your "crush" for the millionth time one day, you thought nothing of it.

"Penny, we've been over this like a thousand times. There's nothing going on."

"What's going on?" Derek stepped up beside you, empty coffee mug in hand.

You rolled your eyes as you poured him a cup. "Nothing, just Pen getting overzealous per usual."

You smiled innocently at the glare your friend sent you before retreating back to your desk. It was only 1 p.m and you still had plenty to get done for the day.

Penelope and Derek loitered the coffee bar for another couple minutes before they dispersed, Derek returning to his desk beside yours.

"Baby girl is really on it today."

You snorted, not looking up from the current sheet you were filling out.

"You're telling me. I woke up this morning to 20 texts asking what I was going to wear today. She was worried she'd accidentally match again."

Morgan laughed, thinking back to the time you and Garcia had both come into work wearing the same sky blue dress. She loved you to death, but vowed it could never happen again.

You smiled softly, enjoying his laugh. It often made you laugh just hearing it. It was infectious, kind of like the man himself the more you thought about it.

"You doing anything exciting this weekend?"

"Don’t think so. If we actually get the days off I'll probably just sleep as long as humanly possible. Maybe try to cook. Rossi is not amused with my lack of progress in that department."

"You wanna go get Indian tonight?"

You perked up. "Yes please! I'll ask Spence if he wants to come, he didn't come last time and I really think he'd like the-"

"I don't want pretty boy to come," Derek interrupted.

You snapped your lips closed, raising an eyebrow. "Is this because of that prank phone call? Cause I'm sorry Der but that was hilarious and-"

"No Reid. Just us."

You furrowed your brows. Was he really still that pissed at Spencer for his dumb pranks? He always acted pissed but you thought he realized it was all for fun. Was there something else going on between the two of them?

He sighed. "You know, for a genius profiler you're pretty clueless."

"Hey! Who you calling clueless, clueless?"

He leaned forward over his desk, making direct eye contact and said, "I'm trying to ask you out on a date here."

Your mouth formed an o as the words sunk in.

A date. With Derek Morgan. Like a romantic date. With Derek. Date.

"Like a date? A date date?"

"You don't have to say yes if you don't want too, and I understand if you don't," he rambled on as you sat dumbfounded.

"Of course I want to go on a date with you. I just can't believe how fucking dumb I am."

He froze, searching your eyes for any tricks.

“Really?”

"I've been flirting with you for the past month, Der. I just can't believe you finally got the balls to ask me out and I was totally oblivious."

"Mama if you didn't think i was flirting back that entire time, you really are oblivious."

"Maybe I'm not, and you just need to step up your game. "

"Hey!" It was his turn to exclaim and you laughed.

"So Indian. Tonight. After work."

"It's a date."

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Writers Guild Presents: Is It Casual Now? Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

CW/Tags: explicit sex, self-esteem issues, angst and smut and fluff, Trans man Aziraphale, Cis man Crowley, sex toys, dirty talk - more tags on AO3!

Summary:

A sequel to I've Got A Wand and (Maybe) a Rabbit! Drs. Ezra Fell and Anthony Crowe have been having a fun time these last few months, enjoying each others' company rather intimately ever since a wonderful night away at an academic conference. However, an unexpected opportunity for Anthony forces them both to reckon with the depth of their feelings and what they truly want.

Excerpt:

It had been a few months now since the conference, when Ezra’s lack of concern for the thinness of a hotel room wall had led to an incredible night with the intoxicatingly beautiful redhead. Following that, they had found themselves sharing meals and not just nights but whole days together. Dodging students looking at their phones, Ezra smiled, thinking of how stunning Anthony looked under the early morning light, softly snoring and limbs stretched, thoroughly shagged out and blanketing Ezra’s body with warm grace.

The whole thing still left him feeling giddy now and then, especially in those quiet moments of appreciation. It was all rather splendid to have and hold Anthony.

He slowed then, stilling a few steps from the faculty room where perhaps he might see his darling beau, if Anthony had finished his lecture on time. An unwelcome anxiety had been swirling with increasing intensity in Ezra for a few weeks because that was the rub of it: what did they have? Worrying at his bottom lip, Ezra sighed as the thought that he truly did not know where it was all going flashed through his mind like a buzzing LED display board.

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FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY TO: Whispering Winds Resort & Spa Human Resources FROM: Vincent Mora, Junior Croupier SUBJECT: Documentation of "Embarrassing Naked Moment" at Roulette Table I should start by saying this was not my fault. I genuinely have no idea how this happened which scares me a bit because it could easily happen again. A guest was stripped completely by my roulette wheel. 

I was hosting the entire C-suite of Calder & Aims, the firm in for the conference last week, at my roulette table. Things had been going great all night. Lively bunch, six or seven guys in their 40s, all in impeccable suits. They were drinking quite a bit, but not too rowdy. They tipped great and were as respectful as you can expect from these guys. 

At one point, Mr. Caroll, who I now know is the CFO, lost handedly. He banged both fists on the table in a sort of comic display of his frustration. I wasn't too thrown by it but this must have been when microscopic loose threads in his suit got caught up in the roulette wheel. 

He made a pretty serious bet on the next round, determined to show he wasn't phased by his loss. When I spun the wheel that's when everything got crazy. In the blink of the spinning wheel pulled at all the threads of his suit. In a matter of seconds his belt hit the floor with a loud clang and he was left in nothing but his shoes, socks, and tie around his neck. Evidently Mr. Caroll picked an inauspicious day to forego underwear. 

My training kicked in an instant. I yelled code blush to all the dealers and bartenders on the casino floor. It was so loud with all the slot machines and music that it took a while for people to hear me and react. This was where I think we lost control. The lag to get people over to my table, was just enough time for all of Mr. Caroll's colleagues to react to what just happened. And react they did. If the other staff couldn't hear me over the slot machines, the raucous laughter certainly didn't help. 

From the group's reactions, I take it Mr. Caroll sees himself as the big swinging dick over at Calder & Aims. Judging from what was on display, that may be how he acts in the board room but certainly not in the bedroom. I know we keep the air conditioning blasting in the casino and pump in fresh oxygen, but I don't think we could fully be blamed for what he was, or rather, wasn't showing off.

The laughter and now pointing was so severe that I knew I couldn't wait for other staff to assist me with a huddle. I ran from behind my table, attempting a one man huddle until help arrived. Mr. Caroll's colleagues were quick to point out that although I covered his minuscule manhood, his backside remained exposed. Too busy covering his front, I didn't see it firsthand but their comments led me to believe that it was far hairy and more dimpled than any of their own more manicured and pert bottoms. It also seems like Mr. Caroll was shaking a bit from nerves that caused a jiggling they found particularly funny. 

After what felt like ages to me and eons to Mr. Caroll I'm sure, several other croupiers arrived and we were able to build a solid huddle around him. 

I went to work quickly tell him that he was ok and no more embarrassment would befall him now. He was completely despondent.

"I'll have to quit my job. My wife is going to leave me. I can't believe this is happening." He kept rattling off versions of these sentiments.

Eager to move him out of the environment, I said "Sir let's get you somewhere more private." "My life is ruined" was all he could muster as a response. I knew he'd be no help in getting us out of there so I took charge with my colleagues. We began slowly moving our huddle and he wasn't so stunned as to not follow us.

He had no spare clothes with him on the casino floor so we had to return to his room. His room key was destroyed in the carnage to his suit so our huddle did have to make a pit stop in the lobby which was unfortunate. 

I kept using all the phrases you gave us to assuage him, but he was truly rattled by this. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so embarrassed. I kept saying "It wasn't that bad." But we both knew I was lying.

Once we got him safely in his room, all of us from the Casino floor called maintenance to come look at the roulette wheels. If that could happen to a guest, it's bound to happen to us guys who spend all day at the wheel. I knew I was lying when I said "it wasn't that bad." If that happened to me I'd quit. We need someone to fix that, pronto. 

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Memory Loss - Chapter 13

The meeting was way longer than Gibbs thought, so he went to search for you. 

He hadn't seen you since he got out of bed and he missed you and just needed confirmation that you were okay. 

So he went into the morgue and asked Ducky “Hey Ducky, I've to find Y/N. Didn't see her this morning. You know where she is?” 

“Yes, she was here and then wanted to go to Abby.”

Gibbs left for the lab to hopefully find you. 

In the lab Abby and you spoke about how sweet of a gentleman Ducky is with you stating smilingly “I love him.” 

Unbeknownst to you both Gibbs had arrived at the lab and had heard you two rave about his old friend. 

He grinned and carefully crept up to you from behind. Gently he wrapped his arms around you, snuggled lovingly up to you and placed tender kisses on your neck. 

You closed your eyes and let your head fall on his shoulder humming out of pleasure “hmmmm”. 

Here being in his arms you felt in paradise and his heart was singing, too. 

Smiling and happy of your reaction to him he whispered gently in your ear “I thought you love me?” 

You turned around in his arms and layed your arms around his neck smiling at him lovingly. Slowly you pulled him down to you and just before your lips touched you whispered “of course I love you. And only you.” And you meant it with all of your heart. 

You kissed deeply and Gibbs deepens the kiss even further and the whole world ceased to exist…until Abby cleared her throat and teared you out of your own world. 

You reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at her. She grinned broadly and said “you two lovebirds are really sweet, but you should stop while you still can in these rooms.” She winked mischievously.

Gibbs only smiled, never turning his eyes from you “I don’t care if anyone sees us”

He dipped his head to kiss you again, but you turned away mumbling “but I do care”. 

He looked into your eyes searchingly, then sighed and let go of you. 

Abby couldn't stop smiling. You two together were so sweet and looked so happy, it was a wonderful sight to see. 

She did a happy dance inwardly and saw you two standing in front of an altar saying your vows for real for your well-earned happily ever after. 

Suddenly she remembered he always came to the lab when he wanted information. So she asked quickly

“Gibbs, what did you actually want?”

He looked at her and answered laughing “nothing, I was just looking for my wife (he put a little peck on your lips) and I found her.” He grinned and kissed you briefly, took your hand and led you to the elevator. 

During the short ride to the bullpen he pulled you tightly against him, cupped your cheek and kissed you hard, passionately and intensely, whispering “you are mine.”

As the doors of the elevator opened he strode confidently to his desk while you walked slowly because of your weak knees. People said he was intense…boy, they had no idea. 

You sat on your desk and tried to concentrate on what you were reading, but that wasn't possible. You were still shivering all over your body and you didn't dare to get up because of fear your knees would buckle. 

“Where is this supposed to lead?” You thought as you observed your boss over the top of your monitor. “Maybe I should speak with Ducky. This will break both our hearts.”

You sighed, but before you could stand up your cell ringed showing the name of doctor Miller on the display. Quickly you answered the phone “Y/L/N.”

“Ms. Y/L/N, it's Rick Miller. I wanted to ask if everything's alright and if there is any progress.”

“Uhm, give me a moment.”

Walking to the conference room you saw that Gibbs’ eyes followed you attentively and questioningly, but you only walked past him. 

Standing in the secluded room you spoke “hi, doc. So far everything's okay and all of his memories seem to be back. Except for one point.”

“I think I know, but which is it?” 

You huffed out “he still believes that we are married.”

“Hm, if he remembers all other things and people, maybe his feelings are blocking his memories and he just does not want to remember deep down inside.” the doc mused. 

“And how should we proceed?” 

“Try to trigger his memories by mentioning small facts.”

“Hm, okay. I'll try.”

You hung up and went back to your desk. 

Arriving there Gibbs was waiting for you, asking “everything's okay?” 

You looked flustered “yeah, everything's alright. Just need to check a few things.”

“Okay, good. Can I help in some way?”

“Uh, no. But thank you.”

You smiled at him, but his look said he didn’t believe a word.

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CHAPTER 3: INTRICATE SHADOWS

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 18

Warning: Kidnapping

Summary: When Tony escapes terrorists and makes it back home, Y/N, the curious soul that she is, doesn't understand how her father got kidnapped in first place. So what happens when she digs into it?

A/N: Story is set just after tony makes announcement at the press conference. Enjoy

Word count: 1457

In the aftermath of the announcement, Y/N felt a magnetic pull toward the heart of the mystery that had unfolded within Stark Industries. The air in her dimly lit study was charged with determination as she surrounded herself with an arsenal of holographic displays, each revealing a different facet of the puzzle.

The room became a sanctuary of relentless inquiry, the soft glow of the screens casting intricate shadows on Y/N's face as she delved into the labyrinth of Stark Industries' internal workings. Her fingers danced across holographic interfaces, chasing virtual trails and encrypted data that seemed to lead to nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.

The night unfolded its layers, and as the city beyond her window plunged into darkness, Y/N's relentless pursuit of truth carried her into the early hours of the morning. The quiet hum of her high-tech equipment became the soundtrack to her solitary mission.

Every encrypted file, every line of code, and every digital breadcrumb Y/N followed painted a disturbing picture. Stark Industries, a fortress of innovation and security, had been infiltrated from within. Tony's security protocols, considered impenetrable, had been compromised.

In the virtual world, Y/N navigated through hidden servers and encrypted databases, uncovering the tendrils of a betrayal that went deeper than she could have anticipated. It wasn't just about the shift in Stark Industries' direction; it was about a sinister plot orchestrated by the one person she least expected – Obadiah Stane, the trusted mentor.

Y/N, now more than ever, embraced her role not just as Tony Stark's daughter but as a guardian of the family legacy. Her intelligence and resilience became integral to the rebuilding process, forging a path toward a future untainted by the shadows of the past.

Yet, amidst the progress, a lingering question haunted Y/N's thoughts – how had Stane managed to infiltrate their world so insidiously? The pursuit of this answer led her into the labyrinth of Stark Industries' security protocols and the hidden recesses of its digital infrastructure.

Late into the night, Y/N delved into the labyrinth, determined to unravel the intricacies of Stane's machinations. The holographic displays flickered with data, each line of code a potential revelation. As the hours passed, patterns emerged – a digital dance of deceit that echoed Stane's real-world betrayal.

The investigation took Y/N deeper into the archives of Stark Industries, leading her to discover vulnerabilities and weaknesses in the security systems. It was a painful realization that the very mechanisms designed to safeguard the legacy had been exploited from within.

The breakthrough in Y/N's investigation came in the form of a hidden file – a digital breadcrumb that led to the heart of Stane's betrayal. It detailed a series of covert operations, financial transactions, and the manipulation of security protocols that had allowed Stane to operate unchecked for years.

As the evidence unfolded, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows of Stane's deception extended beyond the digital realm. There was a tangible threat that lurked in the real world, and the urgency to expose the truth weighed heavily on her shoulders.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows across the city, Y/N discovered a chilling piece of information – Stane's plan to escalate his operations. The revelation sent a shiver down her spine, and a wave of panic gripped her. The danger extended beyond the walls of Stark Industries; it threatened the very heart of their existence.

Y/N's eyes bore into the holographic displays, absorbing the damning evidence. Stane's digital fingerprints were everywhere, leaving an indelible mark on the files that chronicled his clandestine dealings. The realization of the danger her father had unknowingly faced fuelled Y/N's determination.

The evidence, a digital arsenal against Stane's treachery, materialized on her screens. With a sense of urgency, Y/N compiled the incriminating data, her fingers dancing across the holographic interfaces to secure every piece of damning information.

But even in her quest for justice, Stane's calculated awareness of her interference was unveiled. The moment she initiated the transfer of evidence to Tony, a chilling response echoed through the digital realm. The revelation of her investigation had triggered Stane's countermove – an abduction designed to silence the whistleblower.

In the depths of the night, Y/N found herself thrust into a harsh reality. Stane's henchmen surrounded her, their movements synchronized with the malicious efficiency of a well-executed plan. Within moments, she was overpowered, her attempts to resist met with ruthless determination.

As she was dragged away from her sanctuary of investigation, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that her pursuit of truth had inadvertently led her into the heart of the danger that now enveloped her. Stane, the puppet master orchestrating a dangerous game, had taken her hostage, using her as a pawn in a bid to secure his escape from justice.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, as she grappled with her captors, a silent distress signal emanated from her necklace. The beacon of desperation, programmed with a daughter's plea for help, pulsated through the digital channels, reaching Tony Stark in the moments when he had just entered his iron man suit for testing. Tony's heart raced with a mix of fear and determination. Without a moment's hesitation, the repulsors on the Iron Man suit flared to life, propelling Tony into the night sky. The city below became a blur as he soared toward the coordinates sent by his daughter.

The scene that unfolded at Stane's secret lair was a clash of technology and malevolence. Tony, clad in the iconic red and gold armor, confronted Stane, the two armored figures locked in a battle that echoed the personal vendetta that had unfolded behind the scenes.

The cavernous space became an arena of clashing metal and the searing glow of repulsors. The echoes of the confrontation reverberated through the chamber, punctuated by the hum of technology pushed to its limits.

Y/N, restrained and defiant, watched the battle unfold. The sight of her father, clad in the Iron Man suit, was a mix of relief and pride. Yet, the danger that loomed threatened to overshadow the reunion they both sought.

As the battle reached its climax, Stane, realizing the game was up, attempted one final desperate move. The clash of armored figures intensified each blow resonating with the weight of justice seeking retribution.

In a burst of energy and determination, Tony emerged victorious. Stane, defeated and subdued, lay amidst the wreckage of his ambitions. The Iron Man suit's faceplate retracted, revealing a mixture of relief and resolve in Tony's eyes.

"Y/N, I'm here. I'll get you out of this," Tony's voice, filtered through the Iron Man suit's speakers, resonated with a blend of anger and concern.

Y/N met her father's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. "I knew you'd come for me, Dad."

With calculated precision, Tony freed Y/N from her restraints, the cold metal giving way to the warmth of a father's embrace. The Iron Man suit, a symbol of strength and protection, faded into the background as the vulnerability of a family torn and reunited took center stage.

The tension that had gripped the cavern dissipated, leaving behind a sense of closure and resolution. The truth, exposed in the aftermath of the battle, laid bare the extent of Stane's treachery. The evidence, compiled by Y/N in her relentless pursuit of justice, served as a testament to the resilience of the Stark legacy.

As the dust settled, Tony, still in the Iron Man suit, approached Y/N, the faceplate retracting to reveal a mixture of relief and vulnerability.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Tony's voice held a paternal concern that transcended the confines of the armored suit.

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and resilience. "I'm fine, Dad. Thanks to you."

Tony reached out, and the two shared an embrace that spoke volumes. The armored exterior of Iron Man seemed to fade away as the vulnerability of a father and the strength of a daughter came to the forefront.

"I should have known," Tony murmured, his voice a mix of regret and determination. "Stane's betrayal cuts deep, but we'll make him pay for what he's done."

Y/N, ever the composed figure, met Tony's gaze with a steely resolve. "We will, Dad. Together."

As they stood amidst the remnants of the confrontation, the weight of the Stark legacy hung in the air. The trials they faced had forged a bond that surpassed the armor and technology. It was a testament to the resilience of family and the unwavering commitment to justice.

In the aftermath of the ordeal, as the night sky embraced the dawn, father and daughter stood side by side. The Stark legacy, scarred but unbroken, faced a new day with a strength that came not just from technology but from the indomitable spirit of family.