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Day 2: Impossible
part of my OC-tober 2022!
tw: internalized transphobia/queerphobia, a few slurs (one of which is reclaimed while one is used by a trans character as part of her internalized transphobia), period typical queerphobia, and mention of police brutality against queer folk in 1940s-60s.
Floyd left five minutes ago to get her a glass of water from the kitchen. He’s still there, currently, laughing up a storm with Babe, Nat’s glass still in his grip, his hand protectively covering the top out of reflex. Usually, Nat wouldn’t mind him taking his sweet time—he never does it quite enough, she thinks. Always bouncing back to her like an elastic band when he’s away for longer than he thinks is necessary, be it at home or here, visiting the Philly faction of their company. He deserves a little time with friends, at least. But in this very moment, she silently hopes Floyd would hurry the fuck up; Bill’s currently in the process of talking her ears off, and there’s only so much of it Nat can take before she takes a page out of Johnny’s book and does something asshole-ish. Like take the man’s crutch and hide it somewhere he can’t get it without help. Maybe the attic.
"I'm just sayin', Morse, if ya wanna get 'round Philly with no trouble, just get ol' Gonorrhea to escort ya and he'll keep ya safe."
Natalie scoffs. "If there's somethin' I don' wan' followin' me around anywhere, Sarge, it's gonorrhea," she says, tipping her head into her hand to hide the small groan of annoyance. How does Frannie deal with this day by day? He’s impossible. "And I told ya already: a girl like me draggin' 'round a man no matter who will definitely draw more attention than castin' it away."
"'Ey, wassat s'ppose to mean?" Bill grumbles. Though his original tone had carried along with it some humor, by now it's all gone. Replaced entirely by a concern that's got his brow all crumpled up in a scowl and his eyes all darkened with endless scenarios. Each one more sinister than the last. "Some bum givin' ya trouble?”
"Still amazes me that ya'll Philly boys always manage to answer ya'lls own dumbass questions with more dumbass questions," Nat marvels, shaking her head. "Nah, Sarge. Nothin' like that—not yet anyway. I’m a freak. I’m a girl with a cock, and I've heard enough stories o' fruits like me on the wrong side of a cop club or fists to know walkin' outside at any time o' day lookin’ like how I look—alone or no—jus’ ain't worth whatever it is ya out for."
"Yeesh, no wonder you'se all cooped up," Bill hisses, sympathetic, scowl digging in deeper. "Listen, Morse, I ain't the kind to get between a fella and his girl—"
"Unlikely. But go on."
"I'm gonna go ahead an' ignore the implications of that rude interruption," Bill huffs, though he does smile. Only a bit. Once he drops it, he's back to being serious. He continues; "Talbert's all worried 'bout ya. And whatever gots him worried gots all o' us worried, ya know?"
"Ugh," Nat groans, rolling her eyes heavenward. "Ya'll talkin' 'bout me behind my back now? Did Floyd put ya up to this?" Suddenly, the very long time he’s spending getting her a glass of water makes sense. The traitor.
Bill waves that off, though, determined to say his piece. "All I'm sayin' 's when Tab's all worried 'bout ya, then Arthur's all worried, and when Arthur's all worried—"
"I get it."
Bill shrugs, finally propping his crutches up next to the table to leave his hands free for his stump, that seems to be cramping. As he massages it, his mouth runs; “’M jus’ sayin’. It ain’t safe for you out there—”
Natalie scoffs. “’S why I stay inside—”
Bill cuts her off. “I know you’re scared,” he says, bluntly, shaking his head. “Hell, I’m scared too—Nixon an’ Winters ain’t the only ones keepin’ an eye out for ya. When somethin’ happens, people call me first, ya know. Not Winters. I mean, they’ll only do that if somethin’ ever happened t’ you or Tab, but I’ll still get that call, ya know? And I can’t shake the idea that one day, I’ll get a call, and it’ll be about you beaten bloody in some jail cell or. Or worse.”
He fixes her with one of those rare, grim expressions of his. The kind that comes with a chilling sort of clarity that looks too out of place on his face after years of housing nothing but a passing shadow of confusion and instant dismissal for her every time they so much as met each other’s gaze across the mess hall or in the middle of maneuvers. Now, he’s looking again, letting it be known that he can see her, and Nat can’t fathom it. This being seen so thoroughly by Bill Guarnere.
There was a point in time where she wanted nothing to do with him, convinced that he was one of those men who wouldn’t hesitate to put a fist through her face the second he found out what she really was. A part of her, the frightened part that runs on the fumes of anxiety, still thinks he is. But he’s proven himself a good man. Though he still has the tendency to stick his foot in his mouth, he’s still trying. That’s more than she’s ever asked from him.
She owes him some honesty. “Or worse,” Nat echoes, turning away to look at the ground. The curtains. The kitchen, where Floyd is still laughing, so handsome and so kind and so loving and so stupid, devoted to a tranny who could do nothing but bring ruin to his good name. Nat swallows, hard. “You know why I stay inside.”
“I know,” Bill says, so gentle. Nat doesn’t think he’s ever heard him so gentle; it makes something in the corners of her eyes grow warm. “It’s not safe for ya. But Natalie—” she turns to him, surprised. He smiles at her; “let us make it safe. We can do that for ya, ya know? You’re one of us, still. A sister. Ain’t it a brothers’ job to take care of their sister?”
A beat. “You,” Nat begins with a rasp. “You called me Natalie.”
“That’s your name, ain’t it?” Bill laughs, not unkindly. “Natalie.”
“It is,” she replies, for lack of anything else to say. Then, she does something she never thought she’d do for Bill Guarnere. She smiles. “You just want us to move to Philly, don’tcha?”
“C-Can’t fault a man for tryin’,” Bill blinks, his smile slipping for just a fraction before coming back in full force. “Did Frannie tell ya there’s an apartment—”
“You’ll have to fight Nix for custody.”
“He’ll give ya away for a crate of Vat 69.”
“The man’s tryna get sober.”
“A bottle, then. And a pack o’ luckies.”
“Ya know what?” Nat says, brightly. “That might actually work.”
Then, she laughs, and Bill can no longer hide his surprise—he’s never heard her laugh at any of his jokes, before.
#stella's oc-tober 2022#natalie morse#bill guarnere#floyd talbert#people like us#bob ocs#nat/tab#or as nathan and i have coined:#morbert#i am aware that the t-slur is anachronistic but we're going to ignore that for now#estrella_marie
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Zombie meth
#nat art#my art#eddsworld#eddsworld matt#my sibling asked me why I had “human skull” in one of my open tabs#Its because I was using it as a reference for this and I never closed it#It was really awkward and funny tho#zombeh matt#I really love doing drawings in black and white#idk why
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ok ok ok but like? howl's moving castle but make it morbert? bc. howl/sophie energy. is very. morbert energy.
Oh I'm fucking OBSESSED with this yes perfect and I have so many thoughts that this is gonna risk being totally incoherent because I was falling all over myself to write it.
...the main thing I can't completely settle on is who is who.
Initially I wanna say Sophie!Natalie and Howl!Tab is the obvious choice - and it is! For good reason! I've only watched the film, but from what I've heard of the book, that sounds a lot like them too, with a Natalie who has just as much love with slightly less patience. Tab is a great parallel to Howl; flirtatious, seemingly superficial, vain, but with those deep wounds just underneath. An infuriatingly charming wizard that wins Natalie over with his sincerity. With his ability to See her, regardless of her being cursed or not (and oh, what a lovely metaphor that is...). Equally, Natalie essentially saving him from himself, and from collapsing under the strain of what he thinks he has to be (again, the metaphor, the METAPHOR!).
And then I start thinking about Howl!Natalie, and I fall to bits. Nat, who pulled her own heart out as a child - for her, it was probably self preservation. Nat who thinks she can't be saved, and is destined to become something terrible. Tab, who is determined to save her because of the ways she saved him, and because he's fallen hard and fast for her and all her quietly self-sacrificing ways.
TL;DR: they're both well suited for either role depending on how you tell it, and that kinda highlights how similar they are despite first appearances. They both have heavy, hurting hearts that they try and live with in different ways that can make them either Sophie or Howl.
#band of brothers oc#morbert#natalie morse#asks that make me rewatch hmc at 2am on my brothers living room floor#attaching merry go round of life to morbert is going to change something in me i can feel it#in my heart. this makes markl matteo.#i have more thoughts but this was the one i needed to get out of me the most and now my brainpower is failing#anyway i'm thinking about them and the hair colour meltdown in either configuration now lmao they're both That Dramatic.#normally id say thats all tab but nat's hair is her pride and joy so i can totally see her losing it like howl does
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I reblog Jake Gyllenhaal stuff daily and Tumblr struggles to show me similar posts, because this fandom is dead. But I reblogged one Tom Hiddleston post and Tumblr was like OMG THIS BITCH FINALLY LIKED SOMETHING THAT'S NOT JAKE GYNECOLOGIST HERE'S A BARRAGE OF TOM HIDDIES YOU DWEEB 🥲
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ok so i’m trying out a new browser called mirror and rn it seems BANGING, you can group different tabs and create SUBGROUPS and it’s really really nice for organization!! but i’m wondering if anyone else has any experience with it or knows any reviews?? to my knowledge it’s pretty new so it’s a little bit buggy and it doesn’t have support for a lot of apps and sites (including ublock origin RIP) so i think i’ll stick with firefox a little bit longer as my default browser but if anyone has good experience with mirror then i’ll make the switch!!
#i like firefox but it can lag like HELL and sometimes crashes out of nowhere#just to switch my default search engine to yahoo. and respectfully yahoo Sucks Ass#the organization aspect is really scratching an itch for me esp since i tend to have 15+ tabs open at any given time#and tmk mirror is not a chromium browser which is nice#idk i picked this up from a booktuber i follow lmao has anyone heard of this? has anyone used it?#it seems neat but i want to make sure the reviews roll in before i Commit#mirror browser#nat og
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The now traditional post I make listing all the ideas I will never finish writing
-taivan at Shauna’s wedding
-maybe Tai at college (HOO BOY), and maybe meeting Simone? Like Simone’s perspective on Tai and what she went through fascinates me.
-Jackie lives and Shauna doesn’t (ouch!)
-uhh an ensemble piece where, hmmm, what shall I say…the plane doesn’t crash but Something sure does Happen! Whether it’s a good or a bad thing really depends on your perspective. And these girls most certainly have some. Perspectives.
-don’t worry what I’m putting in this space here! Just don’t worry about it :)
-oh REALLY don’t worry about what I’m putting here.
#*closes a Wikipedia tab about sheep*#just don’t worry about it!!!!!!#and don’t worry about Nat! you have no reason whatsoever to worry about her!#yellowjackets#fic
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Please forgive my shit-ass latin (ideally by correcting it)…
I had to do an embarrassing amount of googling to confirm what little I remember from American High School Latin Class
#nat yaps#i should start trying to mentally translate things into spanish first#i couldnt remember 'fuerunt' between switching tabs yet ive been hearing 'fueron' in pr since forever
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Reader receives Nats nudes accidentally
Authors note: Just in case you didn't see, you can now buy me a coffee/commission something. See this post for more info 🥰
Authors note 2.0: trying out a new thing with a drabble series
Word count: 803
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A while ago, Tony had been feeling generous and had offered to update everyone's personal computers. And Nat was definitely in need of an upgrade, she was still using the old laptop she was first given when she joined SHIELD years ago. It still ran, which she was grateful for, but it did lack speed and some other niceties. So she took him up on said offer.
Which is why she now finds herself sitting at her desk with two laptops in front of her while she transfers over her multitude of files and data. It's a bit of a tedious task to go back through everything and find out what is actually worth keeping, what's important and what can be trashed before she hands it back over to Hill, but in the end it’ll be worth it.
She's just finishing up now, sending over the last few miscellaneous things. But what she hadn’t realized was that she had not selected her new computer as a transfer location this time, but had selected your computer. Likely unnoticed because she had forgotten about even connecting her laptop to yours during your last mission, and because her eyesight was beginning to get strained after so many hours of sitting here. Regardless, off they went, and she was none the wiser
Meanwhile you're just returning to your desk from a much needed break when you see the file transfer notification light up. This confuses you, as you hadn’t asked anyone to send anything over, nor had anyone told you to expect anything. But since you apparently have some more things to attend to, you sit back down and open the file. This proves to be of little help however, because nothing is labeled. All you know is that it contains several documents and one picture.
You decide to open the picture first, as it would hopefully not require reading. It's clearly been taken in a dimly lit room so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkened screen to discern anything, but soon enough you're greeted with the side profile of a naked woman. This confuses you even more, but you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. And that's how you spot it, a small scar to the left of the belly button
“Oh my god!” you exclaim as you register who you're seeing, and you quickly close the tab
Your hands start sweating as you wrack your brain for a rational explanation. You knew Nat was a playful flirt, the two of you did so all the time. But to send an explicit picture, unprompted, and by file transfer at that, just didn’t make sense. That's when you remembered the other contents of the file, and you quickly skim through them to see if they would be of any help piecing things together. When you discover that they are just after mission reports and weapons specs your hunch of it being unintentional is confirmed. Now, you just had to figure out what to do about it
A few minutes later, you're standing outside the redhead's door as anxiety bubbles inside you. But you fight through it and knock.
“Come in!”
She's turned enough in her desk chair to see who's entering and a wide smile spreads across her face as she registers that it's you. You feel guilty now, because you have a feeling your demeanor and what you have to say will cause that smile to falter, but you need to do this. Afterall, you’d want someone to be forthcoming if they received something like this of you.
“Uh, hi Nat”
She notices your nervousness, but sets aside the observation for now “Hey Y/n, what's up?”
“I think you accidentally sent me a few of your things during that last file transfer”
“Oh, shit. Sorry about that, I’ve been at this for a few hours now and I guess I hit yours by mistake” she explains, “I didn’t even realize we were still connected”
“Neither had I. But Nat, there was a picture of you among the documents”
“Yeah? I hope it was a good one at least” she jokes, not realizing what you were trying to say. You're silent for a moment too long however, because she fully turns her chair to look at you, with her brows furrowed with worry, “Y/n, what's wrong with the picture?”
“Nothings wrong with it!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically when you think about what's yet to come, “It's just that, well…. You're naked”
Her face turns a shade of pink you’d never seen before, and her head swims with insecurities and nervousness. But she manages to bring out an air of confidence and gives you a sultry smirk
“So, answer the question. Was it a good picture?”
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How You Play the Game Part 2 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: When Bradley doesn't hear from you after the first game, he thinks that's it. But you got his heart pounding and made him smile, and he wants to see you again. The realization that maybe something that perfect should be left as a one night stand hits him hard, but he wants to know if there could be more.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst and smut (18+)
Length: 5600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader
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Bradley was laying in bed on Saturday morning with the New York times app open on his phone, scrolling to find your article. When his eyes settled on your name below the title, he tapped on it. The app took him to your full biography and a picture of you in front of Wrigley Field.
You even looked beautiful in your stock photo image. He was tempted to save it to his photo gallery, but instead he skimmed your bio. You'd lived all over the country and played every sport imaginable as a child. You had graduated first in your class from Syracuse University, and you were undefeated at sports trivia.
The smile on his lips grew as he read the article that you must have submitted before your deadline last night. Your writing style was fun and entertaining, and you had even mentioned the comment he made about the catcher for the Angels. Bradley groaned and tossed his phone aside. He wanted to see you again.
But as he got out of bed and headed for his bathroom, he reminded himself that last night had one night stand written all over it. You were in California for work. You both said that hooking up like that wasn't something you normally did. He was sure you just did it for a bit of fun. Bradley was an idiot for catching feelings after a few hours with you, but it felt like he already knew you. Talking to you in person felt like reading your articles, because your writing matched your personality so well. Witty, intelligent, funny and charming.
"Chill the fuck out," Bradley told himself in the bathroom mirror. "It's done."
Then he spent the day trying to think about anything that wasn't sports related. He even took a ten mile run up along the beach to kill some time. And when Nat asked him if he was going to the Hard Deck, he decided that would help.
But everyone there was wearing Padres gear and talking about that game one victory. And Bradley swallowed hard when he saw that Shannon was working behind the bar. He hadn't thought about her much recently, and she definitely hadn't crossed his mind at all when he'd been with you. But nevertheless, Bradley smiled when she greeted him.
"Hey, Rooster," she said with that grin that he was so used to. And she poured him a beer before he even asked for one. "You think you'll stick around for last call?"
He watched her hand as she slid the beer across the bartop. "I'll let you know?" he asked, barely able to meet her eyes.
"Sounds good. I'll start a tab for you."
He just nodded and turned to find the other aviators. Sleeping with Shannon tonight might help Bradley get you off his mind. But did he want to? He kind of liked the way warm thoughts of your voice and your smile kept bubbling to the surface. He could hear you asking him if he'd write back to a text from you. Honestly, he had been low key hoping you'd contact him today, and then he could have proven that he'd write back immediately, just like he promised.
But he'd heard nothing. No text. No call. You hadn't done anything with his phone number.
"What's your problem?" Nat asked, pinching his arm until he snapped out of it. "I asked you three times if you wanted to play pool with me."
"I'm not in the mood," he groaned, rubbing his arm as the TV screen caught his attention. They were playing World Series highlights and talking about tomorrow night's game.
"Why are you pouting?"
He rolled his eyes. "Nat, I'm not pouting."
"You are. Is this because Bagman is flirting with Shannon?"
Bradley glanced over his shoulder and saw that Nat was correct. Jake was leaning on the bar, trying his hardest to get Shannon to smile. "Nah. I told you, that's just casual. Doesn't mean anything." He sipped his beer.
"Well whatever is bothering you, either tell me about it or get over it, because I want to beat Javy and Reuben at pool for once."
Bradley closed his eyes and told her, "I met someone at the game last night."
"No!" she gasped. "Tell me everything."
After he hesitated for a beat, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your name in the NYT app before handing it to her. He watched Nat as she skimmed the screen and examined your photo.
"Oh! You met her? Oh, shit....you hooked up with her!"
"Yeah," he grunted, glad that his best friend didn't need much help to figure out exactly what was going on with him. She never did.
"You like her! Why can I so easily picture you happily married to a sports writer? You could have six kids, and each one would play a different sport. One would play softball, one would be a kickass hockey player, one would play soccer, you'd probably have a ballerina-"
"Nat," he said, cutting her off with a laugh. "I'm not going to see her again. I gave her my number, but I haven't heard from her." He turned back to the bar to find that Shannon was alone again. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he stayed until last call.
"Bradley. She's probably covering game two! You could go back to Petco Park tomorrow."
"Yeah," he grunted. "She's definitely covering game two. She told me she was. Right after I gave her my number which she hasn't used. It was just a hookup, Nat."
"I'll buy you a ticket," she said, fishing out her own phone. "An early Christmas present."
"Don't you dare. The resale price is up to almost a thousand bucks for the nosebleed seats."
She sighed and said, "Fine. But you should still think about going."
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After you spent most of your weekend in your hotel room doing research and writing, you decided to take a few hours off on Sunday afternoon. And it was during this time, when you went for a walk through Balboa Park, that you let yourself accept the fact that you'd been working like a maniac all weekend to try to keep your mind off of Bradley.
Your hotel room smelled like his cologne or aftershave or maybe his laundry detergent. It was nice. Kind of comforting. You wanted to lay in bed with him until you smelled like it, too. But on Saturday morning, when you had thrown away the rogue condom wrapper, you decided it was better to throw away his phone number, too. You tried to rip that sheet out of your notebook since you no longer needed those stats, but you couldn't do it. Instead it was tucked away with your other work items, and you hoped you wouldn't cave and contact him.
After you took a shower, you grabbed your bag and your media pass and headed out early so you would have time to get some food when you got there. You liked that the ballparks usually served up local treats, and you'd get there in time to actually enjoy some fish tacos or a poke bowl tonight. You even thought about grabbing a local beer and drinking it on the main concourse before heading up to the box. You decided to go up and set down your computer and then find the beer cart.
But when you approached the narrow stairs that would take you up to the press box, you froze.
"Ace."
He was standing there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, an earnest look on his handsome face.
"Bradley," you gasped as your heart thudded with excitement. "What are you doing here? Did you win another contest?"
"No," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I bought a ticket."
You knew the tickets were reselling at a premium price, and as he pushed away from the wall and dropped his arms to his sides, you asked, "Really? You're that much of a Padres fan?"
He shrugged and kind of shook his head, but your breath caught in your throat when he said, "You never texted me, Ace. I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single second, but you didn't text or call me."
He was close enough now that you could smell him, and you almost whimpered as your eyes fluttered closed. "You really wanted me to use your number?" you asked, meeting his eyes once again.
"Of course. That's why I wrote it down," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Shit, I shouldn't have come here to see you." He was blushing profusely and looking at the floor. "You wanted that to be a one time thing, didn't you?" he asked, glancing up at your eyes with a slight grimace on his face.
Well now you weren't so sure. You thought he had just written his number down as a tactic. It wouldn't have been the first time you had a guy see how far he could get you to go while making you feel like you had some sort of safety net. Making you think he was really into you. But maybe Bradley actually was?
"Bradley, I-"
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "In an effort to not completely ruin the perfection of Friday night in my mind, I'm gonna go."
You watched him turn, and he made it about ten steps before you ran to him, reaching for his bicep. "Bradley, wait." When he stopped, you bumped into him, but he steadied you. You swallowed hard. He was so attractive, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him all weekend. Inviting him back to your hotel room again had been a fun fantasy you'd indulged in since late Friday night. "Do you want to sit with me again? In the box?"
He looked surprised now. "Yeah."
"Okay." You linked your fingers with his and led him back to the stairs. He still looked a little tentative as you added, "Let's go."
When you used your card to open the door, you made it halfway up the stairs before you paused and turned to look at him. He was one step below you, and your height just about matched up with his. He still looked a little surprised, but there was a soft smile on his lips now, and you wrapped your fingers a little tighter around his.
"To be clear, did you buy a one thousand dollar ticket so you could stand at the bottom of these stairs and try to see me again tonight?"
"Yes," he said clearly and without hesitation. You shook your fingers free from his and wrapped both of your hands around the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss him. Your nose brushed along the side of his as you felt the prickle of his mustache against your skin. And then his hands were on your waist as he welcomed you into his arms. He parted his lips for you as you dragged your fingers up into his hair. Then he broke the kiss long enough to rasp, "I like you, Ace."
You kissed his lips once more before running your lips along his mustache. He squeezed your waist a little tighter as the door opened behind him. When you saw that it was Raya, another sports writer, you took Bradley by the hand again and led him all the way into the box.
"Don't get into any trouble today," you whispered, pushing him down into the same stool he had occupied on Friday night. "I got you in with my pass."
"I'll be so good," he promised, looking up at you with eyes far too innocent for the rest of his smirking face. And somehow you doubted it.
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Bradley couldn't keep his hands off you as you worked. He kept finding ways to trace little circles along your back. The pace of game two seemed to be a lot faster as the Angels got into a better groove against the Padres, and you were frantically keeping your stats as you typed away.
"You want something else to eat?" he asked you between innings as you scribbled out some notes that he supposed must have made sense to you.
"Yes, please," you said, turning to smile at him. You watched Bradley stand, and he headed to the table lined with food. You seemed surprised that he had been sincere when he said he wanted you to text him. Yeah, he'd been joking around a little bit when he wrote his number down in your notebook, but he was kind of crushed when he hadn't heard from you.
When Bradley turned to take the food back to that little spot you and he were sharing in the last row, he saw the reporter in front of you turn around and start giving you a hard time.
"You gonna bring your boyfriend to each game, New York?"
Bradley wanted to punch this asshole in the face, because who even made comments like that? But instead he watched you sigh dramatically and say, "At least I can get laid, Quincy. You're such a hater. Now turn around, I'm busy."
But Bradley did shoot Quincy a glare for good measure, and he didn't take his eyes off him until he had turned around. "More food," Bradley told you, setting the plate down where you could reach it without it being in your way. Then he settled onto his stool and draped his arm across the back of yours while you picked at the food.
You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thanks," just as the Padres hit a home run. Bradley desperately wanted to cheer, but nobody cheered in the press box, apparently. So he sat quietly while you updated your stat sheet and ate a taco.
"Which team do you cheer for, Ace?" he asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. "You know, when you're not working and allowed to cheer."
Your lips parted in silence before you pressed them together, and then you said, "I never tell anyone my favorite teams."
Bradley examined your face for a beat. "You want to tell me, don't you?"
"Oh my god," you moaned, head tipped back. "Yeah, I actually do."
As Bradley shook from the laughter he was trying to hold in, you leaned in close to him. "You can tell me," he said, grinning. "I'll keep your secret."
You let your palm come to rest on his abs before sliding it along to his waist as you pressed your lips to his ear. "You can't tell anyone. Ever."
The feel of your lips on him, about to divulge something so important to your career had him pulling you closer. You laughed softly as your lips bumped his ear, and Bradley stifled a moan.
"I won't say a word about it," he promised.
"My favorite team is the Toronto Blue Jays."
That was about to become Bradley's favorite team, too. Maybe he could go to a game with you when you were allowed to cheer.
"Do you know what their mascot is named?" you asked as you eased yourself back into your seat. When he shook his head, you picked up your pencil and wrote in the margin of your stat sheet.
Ace.
Bradley laughed again. You had him smiling or laughing nonstop right now, and he couldn't believe it was already the eighth inning. It was getting late in the game now, but you were still writing.
Do you want to come back to my hotel with me again?
And then he realized that this was the first time he'd thought about fucking you all day.
Bradley leaned in close and kissed your neck a few times before he said, "Only if you save my number in your phone." Because as much as he'd been thinking yesterday about how good it felt to have sex with you, he wanted to hear from you when it wasn't a game day. He wanted to keep talking to you.
During the break at the end of the inning, you pulled your phone out and made a show of flipping to the previous page in your notebook and entering his phone number into your contacts list. Then you turned your phone screen away from him and typed something out, and he just waited to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. When he did, he looked at his messages and saw that you had sent him a photo of you with the Toronto Blue Jays mascot. And you captioned it with: Be honest, which Ace do you think is cuter?
He typed out to you, I'm not sure if you knew this, but I'm wildly attracted to blue feathers.
When you looked at your phone again, your laughter was loud enough to have Quincy turning around and earning another glare from Bradley. And just as the ninth inning started, you texted Bradley one more time. I hope you replaced your wallet condom, Boy Scout Bradley.
Truthfully, he had not. Getting lucky hadn't been his primary thought when he was just wanting to see you again. He muttered, "We're gonna need more than one, Ace."
And as your hand came to rest on his thigh, you tapped your lips with your pencil eraser. "I saw them for sale in the hotel lobby."
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You couldn't remember feeling this way ever before. At least not with someone you barely knew. Bradley had your bag on his shoulder and he was practically carrying you across the parking lot as you laughed. You liked him a lot. He came back to see you again today. He was so funny and sweet, and you should have texted him on Saturday.
"You seem very eager," you whispered against his cheek as you kissed him at the crosswalk. You were running your hands all over his shoulders and dipping your hands inside his Padres jersey.
He picked you up to carry you across the street with the crowd of other pedestrians. "I'm hoping you'll show me your blue feathers tonight," he rasped, making you laugh even more.
"I knew you liked the other Ace better!"
He kissed your neck, and once he had you inside the hotel lobby, he said, "No, you're my favorite."
"Condoms," you whispered, pointing toward the small convenience shop next to the front desk. Bradley set you down and grabbed up all ten double packs of condoms and dumped them in front of the young guy who was working at the front desk.
"Is that all you needed, sir?"
Bradley pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, looking at you while he said, "Well no, that's not all I need." His gaze was openly needy as he looked at your face, lingering on your lips. You felt warm all over, and when Bradley had all twenty condoms in his hands again, you hooked your fingers though the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him toward the elevators.
"Let's go, Boy Scout."
Bradley groaned as the elevator door opened and you pulled him inside. He stood before you with your computer bag, so many packs of condoms and an erection that you could plainly see behind his zipper. You giggled and ran your thumbnail up and down his zipper as you said, "You're adorable."
He swallowed hard as you led him out on the top floor and down the corridor toward your room. "Ace? Baby?"
"Yeah?" you asked, unlocking the door as he stood behind you and let you feel him pressed to your lower back.
"Maybe you should finish writing your article first? I don't want you to get too close to your deadline again."
You opened the door and backed into the room, pulling him in with you. "No," you whispered before you kissed him hard. "I want you right now."
You grabbed one of the double packs of condoms from his hands, and he let the rest of them fall to the floor. The smile that you and he shared had your tummy doing somersaults as he gently set down your computer bag. You continued to back up slowly to the bed as he followed you. When you toed off your shoes, you watched him pause to pull his off as well. And then you were holding up the condoms and walking backwards across the bed on your knees until you reached the middle.
Bradley was frozen, just staring at you with a crooked smile on his face and his hands on his zipper. "I'm waiting," you whispered. And then you weren't waiting anymore at all, because Bradley was on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as his weight pushed you down into the bedding.
You moaned into his kisses as you ran your fingers through his hair. He already felt, smelled and sounded familiar to you. He tugged on your shirt until he was kissing you through your bra.
"You don't taste like beer today," he murmured against your skin, teasing you with his mustache.
"No, you managed not to spill," you replied, pulling your own shirt off as he unhooked your bra. His mouth was all over your breasts once he tossed your bra on the floor, and you were arching your back up against him. "You feel good."
He groaned into your skin while you felt him grind against your core through way too much fabric. "Ace." His hands were cupping your breasts as he let his lips drift down your belly until he was kissing along the top of your jeans. You unbuttoned and unzipped your pants and let him pull them down your legs. And then he was still fully clothed, giving you head just like two nights ago.
He was good at it, too. But when you started to touch your own breasts, he got distracted, lips grazing your clit as he watched you. When he lazily brought the pad of his thumb up along your slit and started teasing you, the sounds you made were so needy. You thought he could probably get you off like this if you wanted him to.
But you sat up and made quick work of his jersey buttons while he slipped his index finger inside you. "Bradley," you moaned softly as he kissed your neck and finger fucked you. He just seemed to want to make you feel good, and your hands stalled as you pushed his jersey down off both of his shoulders. Your palms came to rest on his warm biceps, and you could feel his arm muscles working as he fingered you.
"Tell me what you want, Ace," he grunted, stroking your clit with his thumb. He'd said that on Friday as well.
"I want you naked and inside me."
He let you undress him then, and you took his cock in both of your hands. You watched him roll onto his back as you teased him with your fingers, running your nails down along his thighs. The veins in his neck were strained, and his cheeks were flushed as his eyes darted from your face down to your hands and back up. He was glorious. Huge everywhere. Tan and muscular and perfect. So hard and eager to please.
When you straddled his hips and planted your hands on his shoulders, he pulled you to him, kissing your lips until you were laying flat on him. His length was gliding through your soaked pussy, and you moaned at the feel of him rubbing slowly against your clit. You mumbled his name, but he just kissed your lips harder, wrapping those big hands around your hips.
With each little movement of your hips grinding against him, you were closer to fucking him, so you gasped, "Condom."
"Mmhmm," he hummed, one big hand at the middle of your back while he reached blindly around the bedding in search of the small package. His lips were still soft and perfect on yours, unhurried as he handed you the condoms. You pressed your forehead to his as you fumbled trying to open one of them, and then you were sitting up between his legs, rolling it down his length, ready to go.
You guided yourself down around his cock, and he felt incredible, just like before. "Oh god," you whined softly, taking every inch of him while he grasped your thighs hard.
"So pretty," he whispered, watching you fucking him. Soon you were riding him fast and rough, bracing your hands on his abs. You couldn't even talk or formulate words as you whimpered, because he was hitting that sweet spot inside you. With every movement you were getting closer, and Bradley looked like he was struggling to keep it together.
You took his right hand, and brought it up to your mouth, sucking on his index and middle fingers to get them wet. "Baby, it feels too good," he groaned, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. Then you guided his hand down to your clit, and you started cumming almost instantly. You held onto his wrist, rubbing your clit against his fingers with each stroke of your pussy along his cock.
Loud, incoherent noises filled the room as you came, riding him without finesse, head tipped back. And then Bradley was sitting up, right arm wrapped around your waist while he braced himself with his left palm on the bed. He whispered praise against your skin, pausing to kiss you as he thrust his hips up to fuck you as you came down from your high. "You're so hot. So good."
He sucked on your neck before his movements became jerky, and then he was chanting Ace! as he came too. He collapsed back against the bed with you held tightly to his chest, and you ran your fingers along his sweaty neck and up to stroke his jaw.
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Bradley had nearly fallen asleep with your warm body draped over his and his soft cock still buried inside you. And then your phone alarm went off, and you were instantly scrambling to find your jeans amongst the pile of clothing on the floor.
"Shit," you muttered, glancing at him as you silenced your phone and checked the time. "I need to finish writing and submit my piece."
Bradley nodded and rolled onto his side and reached for a tissue to take care of the used condom. The last thing he wanted to do was go home now, but you had work to do, and he needed to be on base in the morning. He stood as you scooped his jersey up off the floor, but instead of handing it to him, you slipped it on. It fit you like a cute, little dress.
"My article is almost done," you murmured, retrieving your bag from near the door where he had set it down earlier. He smiled as you stepped around all the other packs of condoms. "I just need to add in my stats and proofread everything."
"Okay," he whispered, unwilling to break the spell that he felt like he was under when he was in your presence. "I can head out." He started to reach for his undershirt and boxer briefs, figuring you could just keep his jersey if you wanted to wear it.
But Bradley found himself wanting to ask if he could see you again. You saved his phone number this time, and while you were going up to Los Angeles for game three, he was hoping you'd be back in San Diego again. He was almost pissed now that the Padres were up two games to none in the World Series, because the more games that these two teams played, the longer you'd be in California. And LA was a hell of a lot closer to San Diego than New York City was.
As he held his clothes in his hand, you bit your lip and looked at him while your computer booted up. "You can stay. If you want?"
He froze, trying to process what you meant. "Stay?"
"Yeah," you whispered, taking him by the hand. "While I write."
He instantly dropped everything back to the floor as you pulled him to the desk chair. He sat down and then you sat on his naked thigh, entering your impressively long password and pulling up your mostly completed article. You flipped through your notebook to your stats sheet, and Bradley let his hand come to rest on your leg.
"You wanna help me?" you asked, typing away. "Tell me when Soto was on third."
Bradley skimmed the sheet and found the information. "Bottom of the sixth inning. Right before Grisham hit a double." He leaned in and kissed your neck as you murmured thanks.
"And when did Hill replace Darvish?"
Bradley read your sloppy notes and smiled. "Halfway through the seventh inning."
"Perfect," you whispered, and Bradley held you quietly as you scrolled to the top of your article and read it out loud. Your voice was captivating, and you somehow made the game he had seen in person even more interesting. He chuckled at the part where you mentioned how the Angels' coach had tripped coming out of the bullpen, and you smiled at him over your shoulder before you finished reading.
"Damn, Ace," he muttered as you saved it one last time and logged in to submit the article. "That was brilliant." Bradley was getting hard again. Some sort of combination of what you said and how you said it turned him on.
You closed your computer and laughed softly, nudging his erection with your knee as you turned in his arms. You glanced down at his cock, standing at attention for you, and Bradley could feel himself blushing. "Oh," you gasped, running your fingernails along his length as you grinned. "Eager again."
Bradley groaned and let his head tip back as you kissed his neck. "I think I'm always going to be eager for you. Talking about sports and wearing my Padres jersey are certainly helping."
Your laughter was his undoing as your lips met his warm cheek, and then Bradley watched your face as your pussy cradled his cock so that he was gently throbbing against your clit. "How many more condoms do we have?" you asked, fingers in his chest hair.
"Nineteen," he replied, voice deep and raspy with need.
"I'll be right back," you promised, kissing his lips before you stood and grabbed the unused condom from the bed. His jersey was open, offering him a peek here and there of your tits and belly as you moved. Then you were rolling this condom into place and straddling his hips on the chair.
Bradley pulled the jersey open wider so he could watch you sink around his cock. You felt like perfection, and the way your body looked as you took him was making him dizzy.
"You know," you sighed as he bottomed out inside you, "if the Angels start a different pitcher for game three, it could really throw off the Padres plans."
"Yeah?" he asked, stroking the soft skin of your waist as you rolled your hips. "Tell me more."
"Mmm, well, they've been following the same plan the whole season, right?" you asked, your lips grazing his as you spoke.
"Yeah, they have," Bradley agreed, already ridiculously close as you fed him this brand of dirty talk.
"I think they should try something new and start Hermans instead," you whined, kissing him hard as you rode him.
"Are you trying to turn me on right now, Ace?"
"Yeah," you gasped as you fucked him harder. "Is it working?"
"You know it is, Baby," he groaned, grinding his hips up to meet yours. "Fuck, you already know how to make me wild."
Then you were gasping out pitching stats, your voice breaking as you rode him so well. Bradley was barely keeping it together, and then your fingers were in his hair, tugging at the roots. He knew what to do now; he licked his fingers and brought them to your tight clit, and your eyes went wide.
"Yes!" you gasped, seemingly surprised that he had you cumming almost instantly. And the sight of your tits bouncing in his face was the last thing he saw before he sucked on your nipples and came hard.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck as his breathing evened out. He was trying to focus on your words, because they sounded very important. "If the Padres sweep the Angels, then I won't be back in San Diego. But if they go to a game six scenario, maybe we can see each other again?"
Yes, your words were very, very important. He wanted you to come back to San Diego, but he was determined to see you even if you didn't. "I could come up to LA. Get a ticket for game three. If you want."
You pulled away from him, and then Bradley was looking up into your surprised eyes. "Yeah?" you asked softly.
"Sure, Ace," he mumbled, running his knuckles along the soft valley between your breasts. "I'd love to. But it's up to you."
Your voice was soft. "Okay."
Then Bradley kissed your lips and said what was on his mind. "We should keep doing this. Me and you. Until the World Series ends. Until you have to leave California."
He could feel your pussy squeeze his soft cock as you started kissing him and running your fingers through his hair. And a few minutes later, he had you in your hotel room bed, snuggling up with your back pressed to the front of his body as you both fell asleep.
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Bradley is out there dropping a cool grand just to try to verify if that was actually a one night stand or not. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32
PART 3
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the best thing about writing ocs who are in a queerplatonic relationship and are very much vocal about each other being the Actual Loves of Their Lifes is simultaneously writing said ocs in romantic relationships with their easy boys and said easy boys reacting to it like "yeah. it's weird. but I am also? ok with it."
#people like us#ok lowkey this is an oversimplification bc joe george and tab have Complicated feelings about the whole nat/arthur thing#but also? they just know that it is Inevitable#like. they Know ok. they Know that they only come second. this is ok to them for some reason.#will there be Tension about it? yes.#in key points in time. but does it matter in the long run? god no!!#they are BONDED and there's nothing you can DO ABOUT IT
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put you through me by arrows in action is THE people like us abandonment issues-running away motif song ever
Oh the self loathing. The martyrdom. The fear of hurting and being hurt so closing off before it's a risk. Just the most post-war Natalie song ever in existence holy shit.
#cannot get over how morbert this somg is tbh#tab trying to keep her close even when he doesn't know shes slipping away#nat convinced shes fundamentally unlovable and doing them both a favor. agony.#people like us#asks#bob ocs
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scout's ma headcanon thread! she was requested by a couple of people and i'm having a burst of inspiration for her so without further ado, let's get to it! i hope you like!
absolutely not your average "housewife"! there's lots of professions i entertain her having (hair/nail salon worker, waitress/bartender, something Generally Unassuming for a woman in the 70s to have as a job)… all intentionally mundane, but serving useful purpose in her life! good for keeping tabs on things around the city, sussing people out and potentially letting spy know any hot goss! these are just day jobs; she gets her thrills elsewhere!
knows everything happening everywhere, anytime. spy learned lots of his intuition-based skills from her! any time spy thinks he knows everything, she always has something in her back pocket that he doesn't! >:)
has a VERY contagious laugh that you can hear miles away. she loves being loud! will clap you really hard on your back or slam her hand on the table when she laughs.
can hold her liquor better than anyone around! doesn't like to get sloppy, but that doesn't mean she doesn't from time to time! loves drinking beer, but will always enjoy a nice glass of wine with her beloved spy! :-)
wouldn't/doesn't care if scout is lgbt+ lol. it's absolutely not a big deal to him to come out to her, either. he knows his ma means it when she says she loves him no matter what! she will occasionally hit him with "well ya better bring somebody home to meet me sometime!" (loud laughter)
i think she'd be more financially well-off than her home leads one to believe; she's good at stashing and moving around spy's cash! her apartment is humble but she always looks immaculate. doesn't let scout know how much money she really has. very financially savvy and an incredible negotiator… even if it means getting a little ugly! used car salesman tremble in her presence!
fights like a scorned gambler who's owed a debt. won't let you know she can fight, though! likes it when people think she's just some dainty dame.
is a material girl, but knows what really matters. fell in love with spy before he was The Spy he is today and values loyalty and trust/honesty above all else. some might think that's ironic considering her partner of choice, but she'll be quick to quip back with a snide/cheeky "of course that's what you think! you only know the mask!"
breaking balls is her love language. she'll tease you, but never maliciously. this is also scout's, and one of spy's, languages of love too.
always trying to feed you. "put some more meat on your bones! it's good for ya!" (pops gum and winks at you)
while i think she no doubt is well-versed in the lifestyle that spy leads, she's not Directly "in-it" like spy is. not an agent of any kind herself, but gives spy a hand when she can. knows how to shoot a gun and wield a kitchen knife!
grew up dirt poor and has "a champagne taste on a beer budget". high standards, takes no guff, won't hesitate to put you in your place. this (and many other reasons) is why spy loves her :-)
very charismatic, knows how to lie, but also how to be sincere. is genuinely a good mother to her boys, who love her in return. they're all protective of her even though they know they don't have to be; she has no problem sticking up for herself!
spy was not her first husband, but he's her favorite! she loves him very much, and he loves her. they aren't exes, they're happily together, and have an open relationship.
she knows all of the mercs (some better than others ofc!) and won't hesitate to talk their ears off when she visits the base, armed with embarrassing photos and stories about spy and scout that make them both groan and the mercs holler with laughter!
she picks out spy's suits for/with him. she's the only one spy would ever trust to dress him other than himself! they always look great together and accessorize around each other.
she does not tell scout about who his father is. not because she doesn't want to, but she knows the nature of spy's job and knows "the business" from being around him for all this time; it's the best thing to keep scout and herself (also spy!) safe. i think scout would be angry at first, but once it's explained to him, he'd understand. ma knows best!
spy taught her how to walk in heels and does things like painting her nails for her all the time. he always makes sure she has enough money for a well-deserved spa day, but if she knows he's coming to town, she'll let her nails get a little busted up so spy can paint them for her!
she loves to look at spy and sigh a fond "ugh, i could just kill you!" while smirking/bating her eyes at him after/as he showers her with gifts and other wonderful things… to which spy chuckles and hums lovingly and replies with "mhmhmm, ma petite chou fleur, if anyone could, it would be you. <3" and they give each other the most Loving Look.. :')
she's younger than spy but not by much. they met while she was a waitress in a diner in boston while spy was on a mission to assassinate a target in the city early in his career (when his suits were still cheap.. <3). he hides in the diner after a particularly fiery shootout and his pursuers come into the place. she recognizes him as the Quiet Gentleman who has been coming in for coffee in the mornings to enjoy with a cigarette. covers for him and spy never forgets her kindness and quick wit. he comes back after the mission ends and, with his payout from the job, treats her to a romantic night and promises to see her again. no matter how far away spy goes, he always returns to her! she has more faith in him than he deserves (so he says), to which she smirks and straightens his (now expensive <3) suit tie and places a kiss on his balaclava's cheek and says "we both know i only deserve the best." and winks at him and he smiles at her and hums in agreement.. kisses her hand… siigh.. this is a massively condensed "origin story" for them lol but! AH I LOVE THEM
AHH I HAVE SO MANY MORE THOUGHTS BUT FOR NOW.... i will leave with all of this... HEHE TYSM for reading! ^__^ i hope you enjoy ehe!!
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Playing Dangerously
Paring: fem!reader × Natasha x Bucky
Warnings: SMUT, threesome, Dom!Nat, SwitchBucky, sub!reader, mommy kink, daddy kink, dumbification, oral, teasing, slight alcohol consumption, fingering, pet names,
A/N: I’m not really a shipper of this but friends with benefits Winterwidow is so hot. @syndote this one is for you.
!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!
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Don't get me wrong being with THE black widow was something many could only ever dream about but I had to admit that sometimes I felt like I never really got the chance to try different things. From the Red Room to S.H.I.E.L.D and directly into the red heads arms left little to no space for explorations of my sexuality. Sex with Nat was great and always left me satisfied but I couldn't help to wonder about the forbidden fruit, but mentioning this to Nat could lead to a hefty argument which I didn't want to risk; after all she was all a girl like me could want right?
"Bucky will join us for the mission" I turned away from the laptop screen I was watching an episode of modern family on (after spending so much time in russia I was dying to know what the American dream was like), I hadn't heard Natasha approach, spy I had to remind myself. "I thought this was gonna be a me and you thing" She chuckled leaning over the chair, swiping my hair over my shoulder, and letting her precisely painted lips meet the soft skin of my neck. "You know I only ever have eyes for you my little bunny"
I hummed as her sweetened words hit my ears, and made tingles run down my spine "I know Tasha" I sighed standing up but making the fatal mistake of leaving my laptop open. "I'll just be on the toilet alright?" Natasha hummed deciding to press play again as suddenly there popped up a message from I was way.
Katja: You should really try to communicate this with your girlfriend before this ruins your relationship.
Natasha couldn't believe her eyes but curiosity got the better of her and she opens the message; I had told her all about how I waned to experience sexual things with a man but how unwilling I was to cheat on her. She quickly closed the tab again pretending like she didn't have her master plan planned out already.
The mission was easy inflate a party, steal some hard drive and go back to the hotel. Even though you were there with your girlfriend the thoughts of trying it out with a man couldn't leave your head. Not that I was interested in having an affair of leaving Nat you just wanted her to have this with you. And the fact that out of all people Bucky had been assigned to you two didn’t make it better. I had long expected the two to had have something going on in the past but never had the courage to ask either. The mission went by quick and you soon found yourself sitting at a hotel bar celebrating our success mission.
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"I'll have a martin" "A beer for me" The bartender looked at me with expecting eyes "A beer for me too." Sitting between the two I almost felt sandwiched even though there was still space between our bodies. Natasha slipped quietly on her martin while my bottle was still untouched by me I couldn't tear my mind away from the two assassins next to me. "You're awfully quiet Y/N" I heard the deep voice of the Winter Soldier. I opened my mouth before closing it again there were so many words in my heart but so little on my tongue. “You’re normally so filled with life”
I felt Natasha's watchful eyes on my smaller form and suddenly I felt awfully naked in my cocktail dress. "James" her voice was sweet like honey. "Do you remember the last time we were sitting here?" I could practically hear the smirk in her voice "How could I forget that night" He took another slip of his beer bottle. "Are you down for a second time with our little guest" I couldn’t believe my ears was this a lucky guess or did Nat suddenly become a mind reader. I looked down peeling away at the label of the bottle as my cheeks continued to heat up. "I see" he took another close look at me, seizing me up. "I'm down if she is" There were a few seconds of silence with two awaiting eyes in my form; if I wanted to try this now would be the time "Of course" I stated in a quiet voice as I met his lust filled gaze, he only nodded before finishing his bottle. "I'll be in my room"
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"Strip and lay on the bed" I could hear Natasha's cold words as she went to open to open the door letting Bucky, in his blazer and tie missing, the first few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned revealing some of his chest hair. Just as he kicked the door closed behind him Nat had him already pressed against the wall as they violently made out with each other. Her hands twisted in his white button up shirt pulling herself impossibly closer to the man. The way Natasha was still containing control of the much stronger man was definitely a turn on. (Not that I had expected it any other way)
Even though she was busy with him from the corner of her eyes I could see she watched me on very move. She turned away from him sitting down on the cushion of armchair. "James I want you to eat her out" she pulled out a small metal tin with cigarettes in it, lighting herself one "and don't let her cum" He only nodded having seemingly submitted to the redhead without a fight.
He climbed onto my much smaller frame, his eyes scanning my naked form. There was something about the both of them still fully clothed while I was undressed which made me even wetter. He leaned down to catch my lips and my hands went to his short black hair. His tongue fought it's way inside my mouth our tongues dancing a dangerous dance as one of his rough hands went to my breast. He kissed down my neck his beard stubbles irritating my soft skin.
His chipped lips wrap around one of my nipples and the strong fingers twisted the other. He watched in an awe how my body squirmed under his touch. "Mommy please" I whined out buckling I hips against his hard prick "No sweetie this ain't gonna work" She chuckles blowing out some smoke from her lit cigarette. "Beg Daddy not me, I can't help you little girl" I chocked out another whine as I felt his teeth tugging at my nipple.
The way his mouth wrapped around my tender flesh made want him even more. He liked over my nipple a few more times each time discovering a new sound escaping from my mouth. Eventually he got bold enough to bit down making me cry out in pure lust. “Daddy please” I didn’t know what I was begging for but the pure title made him moan. He switched sides giving my other nipple the same treatment as his fingers brush over the other one.
He kissed his way down your stomach stopping your hips from buckling as her presses his forearm down on your lower stomach. He kissed your public bone taking in the strong smell of my cunt as he groaned. He took his time kissing and nibbling on the soft skin of my hips. My hands go to his short black hair folding with his soft hair (which somehow was even softer than Nats)
After a while he was done with the teasing having had enough and he just wanted to finally get a taste of Nat’s little girl. He took a bold lick over my cunt moaning inside of my heat as I tried to buckle my hips again but you were stopped by his cold metal arm keeping your hips down.
"Daddy please" I whined, having so much control over a sexual partner did something to him. "No more teasing please" I begged. Natasha (who had been watching closely from the corner) made her way over the the bed puffing out a load of smoke "Be a good boy James" He was seemingly torn between the dominance of having me under him begging for his mercy out still being so obedient to the black widow. It was a match made in heaven or in hell so to say.
He continued to eat me like the last supper his tongue pressing on the pulsing nub of nerves. Two of his thick fingers pushed passed my tight hole making my eyes roll into the back of my head in pure pleasure, he bit down on my clit sending shock waves through my body. His fingers twisted and turned to to press against my G- spot. I was so close to stumbling of the edge I got a taste of heaven.
"James stop" I heard her cold voice as he immediately pulled way sitting on his knees and my juices dripping from the concert of his mouth. I whined and cried ash the lost of pleasure my tears smudging down my pink cheeks. "Good boy James" She leaned down to kiss him moaning as she tasted my juices on his lips. She pulled away from him whipping the corners of his mouth with her palm. "Would you look at that you made a mess Ana" She inspected your dripping cunt further running two finger through your cunt making you let out a pathetic whimper. She tasted me letting out an extensive moan "I'm almost jealous James got to taste you bunny"
She whispered something in Bucky's ear and he quietly nods. "Get on all fours Y/N" he rasped in your ear. You placed yourself on all fours and he positioned himself behind you and you heard the sound of this clothes being torn off. "Are you ready" I nodded, my position was beyond embarrassing ass up in the air having gabbed a pillow to bite on.
He pulled down his shorts and let Natasha touch him how she pleased. Her smaller hands wrapped around his pulsing prick I heard him groan as her hands moved up and down his length. Her movements made him impossibly hard a few droplets of pre cum already leaking.
Bucky positioned himself behind me and he slowly pushed his length in making me scream out at the stretch. He let you adjust before moving at a decent pace I took a look behind me to see Nat guiding his hips only not giving him control of his own pleasure. I lead out a few mewls of pure pleasure. "mommy" my whimpered gripping onto the pillow for dear life "need you”
She let go of his hips leaning up to my ear "Do you need your clit played with" she rubbed circles on my back. Bucky's pace was great for his pleasure but I just needed more so I nodded as more tears made it's way down my cheeks "Can't even cum without mommy's help such a dumb little girl.”
Bucky quickend his pace and so did Nat and I was nearly seeing stars "Cum for me" she announced slapping Bucky's ass as if he was nothing more that a common whore "both". It didn't need more to make both of us cum with im pulling out to paint my back in his milk.
I flipped to my back watching as Natasha and Bucky were caught up in a passionate kiss. His kisses trailed down her neck and chest at the same time pulling her red lace panties down her perfectly shaped legs. He nibbled on her skin paying extra attention to the small scar on her hip.
Natasha laid next to me on her back as I turned to my side stroking a few of her red hair, which were stuck to her sweaty forehead. “Kiss mommy bunny”
I kissed the desperate woman our tongue intertwined. She broke away letting out an almost pornographic moan as Bucky dove in to her wet center.
Our foreheads were seemingly stuck together as were lost in, probably the hottest, make out session I ever had. The air was humid filled with the sounds of Natasha’s wetness and the indecent sounds of our desperate sounds. “Fuck James” she groaned on my lips her hands twisted in my dark blonde locks. “Make Mommy cum” He kept his pace up flickering her clit with his tongue while penetrating her with two of his fingers. With a scream she came down from her high releasing over his chin and face.
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"Thank you" You signed laying between the older Agents "But I think I'll stay with women for now" Natasha chuckled kissing your forehead "I wouldn't have given you free either way" she joked "And I wouldn't risk talking Nat's girl"
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Old Fashioned Phone Numbers
Pairing: Jake Sersin x Reader (No Description or use of Y/N)
Warning: +18 MDNI, Mostly fluff, Lying? If you can call it that, Enuendos, Cowboy Jake, Let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: ~1.8k
a/n: This is my first official posted fanfic! Yayyyy! I'm so excited! I hope to be posting more in the future. Feel free to message me on my profile about ideas or characters you'd love to see. I love to write and am trying my best to branch out.
Prompt:
"Your Pretty I'll give you that." "How Gracious."
This was based on a writing prompt I found, by @creativepromptsforwriting
Summary: Bradley got fed up with Jakes cockiness and made a bet, that he couldn't get your phone number. Your just Natashas friend, but in order to help out a friend's friend with the bet, you play hard to get.
Maybe it was your track record recently of crashing and burning with dates, or just because she had asked, but Natasha had managed to get you to come with her to the bar. It wasn’t your scene but she made it sound like something interesting was going to go down with her friend group so you decided to go anyway.
Standing by the doorway you scanned around until your eyes landed on Natasha standing by the piano. Walking over you placed a hand on her shoulder, “Hey, sorry I’m late, traffic.” “No worries, glad you decided to come.” She tossed a glance at the man who sat at the piano who gave her a immediate nod before nodding his head away from the group. His fingers started to tickle the keys and Nat took the opportunity to drag you to the other side of the bar, hiding near the hallway to the bathroom. “We need you for something, a mission, kinda. So Rooster, my friend at the piano over there, made a bet with one of the guys in our squadron.” You already didn’t like the sound of this. “Natasha, why do I have the gut feeling that you are going to set me up for failure?” “No no no, it’s not you that we are setting up for failure, it’s him. Basically, Bagman was telling Coyote about the girl he bagged a couple nights ago, his ego is getting the best of him and he is under the impression he can get any girls number.” She paused and peaked around the corner scanning the crowd for a long moment to assure herself that jake wasn’t there yet. “That’s where you come in, Rooster made a bet with him that he couldn’t pick up any girl, and Hangman became so confident that he even said rooster could pick the girl. Do you get where I’m going with this?” It dawned on you, you were bait for this cocky fly boy to fail on. “That’s why you were so intent on me joining you guys tonight? Nat I’m not sure…” “Come on, rooster said he’d give you the $50 bucks that Hangman bet on it. He just wants to see him be put in his place. Plus you said it yourself, you need flirting practice.” She wasn’t wrong about that. You had no experience flirting what so ever, your past experience included literally handing a guy a note and then leaving the building entirely. This would give you a controlled environment to experiment, crash and burn safely without being rejected, because this guy really was trying to get your number. “Fine. I’ll do it, only if you promise to tell him after the money is exchanged. I don’t want to look like a total asshole. I like this bar and if I keep coming back I don’t want everyone to think I’m rude.”
Natasha nodded eagerly before rummaging through her pocket, pulling out a tube of lipstick she pulled the lid off “Perfect, now sit still.” The ruby red lipstick sat on your lips as she stepped back. “Perfect. Alright come with me.” Grabbing your arm Natasha dragged you back towards the bar, positioning you on the far end waving over the bartender. “Who’s this Nat? What can I get you two?” “Hey Penny, just one of my friends from town, we will take two beers please, just add them to my tab.” Two cold bottles clacking on the wooden surface you bring one of them to your lips. “Thanks Nat… Let’s get this party started.”
Nat made eye contact with Bradley across the bar and gave him a nod which seemed to put the plan in motion. Walking over to Jake who was half bent over the pool table, “Bagman” “Yo” He stood up handing his stick to Javy as he walked towards Bradley. “You prepared for the bet?” “You know it, who’s the mark?” Bradleys eyes scanned the bar until his eyes landed on you and Natasha, “Her, the one next to Natasha”. Jake seemingly nodded and without another word started to cross the floor, his demeanor changed, no more cocky aviator on the prowl, he put on a sweet smile and cleared his throat. Jake had a tendency to rely on his Texan roots when it came to women. After all… who didn’t love a good old American cowboy. Nat glanced at Bradley and patted your shoulder “Kaki uniform, he’s coming this way. I’ll be over with Bradley, don’t give in, and break a leg.”
You directed your eyes down to the condensation now starting to gather on the outside of the beer bottle, wiping it idly with your thumb. The tall figure slid up next to you and leaned against the bar signaling another beer from penny, “Well howdy t-“ “No.” Adamantly you jumped on the opportunity to turn him down rather fast, didn’t even let him get the first sentence out. He was handsome, it wasn’t exactly a secret either. Strong jawline, confident smile, broad shoulders, and his damn uniform hugged his biceps making them look like tree trunks even if he was just flexing. Jake took a half second to regroup tilting his head to the side looking to you with a smirk. “What’s the matter, sugar? All your exes come from Texas?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “How long has that one been waiting to come out.” Jake grinned seeing a final opening that he could grab a hold of. “It’s been at the top of my list, much like you are tonight.. I promise, I’m real old fashioned, love to take my time with things.” He was quick on his feet, something you could appreciate. After a moment you rolled your eyes, “You should probably find a better list then. For the record, in my experience, Texas is just full of Cows and Shit.”
A game. Hangman loved a good game, his goal now was just to figure out what game you were playing. “Come on now Darlin’. Your gonna hurt my feelings.” His lips curled into a smirk on either side, his eyes dancing around your face. Perhaps it was the game of chase, or maybe just your responses, but he was finding himself wanting more than just your number. “Aww poor cowboy, how are you ever gonna recover from this.” You reached up and tussled his hair which he swatted your hand away from “Hey hey the hair is off limits… unless you wanna come back to my place and I can make sure you pull it all night screaming.” He gave you a playful wink, half trying to read your reaction to see if there was any interest.
“Mmmm well go put your cowboy hat on someone else, your buckle ain’t that shiny.” He was drooling practically, leaning more against the bar now than his own feet. He didn’t trust them to hold him up. Penny walked over placing down the beer infront of Jake, “Is this guy bothering you sweetheart?” She asked looking at you before reaching for the bell rope, it was a tease but Jake took the hint putting his hands up in defeat. He much rather give Rooster 50 bucks than buy rounds for everyone in the bar. “I’m goin’ Penny, im goin’.” Taking one more half playful half longing glance at you he smiled and that’s when you spoke up,
“You are pretty, I’ll give you that.”
Honestly, you were hoping to draw his interest enough to talk to you another time. He gave you a tip of his imaginary hat.
“How gracious.”
Bradley handed the $50 to you about 20 minuets later. “The look on his face was priceless, I swear he looked like a lost puppy.” He was laughing with a couple of the others, Jake had since been over in the corner with Coyote, playing darts and licking his wounds. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, “I think I’m gonna close out my tab and head home Nat, it was fun, thanks for inviting me.” “No problem, thanks for the assistance.”
As you made your way towards the door you made eye contact with a pair of dull green eyes, not as vibrant as when they had met with yours just 30 minuets earlier. Giving him a small smile you nodded towards the door, a last ditch effort to see if you could right the wrongs Rooster had made. Walking out into the parking lot, you found a seat on the front steps. After about 5 minuets you wondered if he even wanted to talk to you again, pushing yourself up, you pulled out your keys. “I was wonder’ if you meant me or some other guy in there.” Jake made his way down the stairs of the bar for a moment lingering on the last step. “Do you make it a habit of contuinally turning people down then trying to lure them outside?” he asked watching your facial expressions, attempting to read you like a book. Producing the $50 from your pocket you held it out to him. “This is yours.” “What?” “Rooster told me about the bet. Said if he won I could have the $50 bucks.”
Jakes face fell, caught in the act, played by his own game. “Oh… um, you can keep it. I don’t deserve it anyway, I still lost.” Well here goes nothing, you took a quick breath “No take it, you can buy me dinner with it on Friday.” Your breathing stilled for a long moment, hopefully he got your drift. Maybe you messed it up too much to recover from. Glancing you tried to gage how far your car was, wondering if you could make it there before he noticed. “I- dinner, Friday, this Friday.” He repeated slowly taking the $50. “That sounds like a good deal, how about the itialian restaurant down on 8th ave. They’ve got real good food and I heard their dessert is incredible… though I can think of another thing I’d arguably like more for dessert.” His wicked grin had reappeared on his face. “Slow down cowboy, it’s just dinner.” You sighed moving forward you placed a kiss to his cheek before turning to walk to your car.
“Wait!” Jake followed behind you grabbing your hand to turn you back towards him. “I don’t have your number. How am I supposed to contact you?” A grin appeared on your lips. “I told the others I wouldn’t give you my number… I guess you’ll just gonna have to get creative, you said you were old fashioned right? Start there.” You winked turning on the ball of your foot to walk towards your car. This time jake didn’t stop you, just stood there dumbfounded holding the 50 dollar bill in his hand. No way he would be spending that bill on dinner, that was gonna be saved.
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a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who read it all the way through! Feel free to comment and like and repost! I love writing but as much as I know I do it for myself, I am (to quote a friend) "a parking ticket and need validation."
Additionally thank @sarahsmi13s and @callsignthirsty for helping me with cowboy Jake!!
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Unbreakable
Chapter 7
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: Fluff, drunk reader, she's flirty when she's drunk
A/N: It's happening guys... We are moving forward with this story. Slowly I'll start doing bits of time jumps here and there!!! Also this chapter is a bit all over the space.
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“You’re sure you want to go out for this girl’s night?” Nat asked from your living room.
“Yes. I want drinks and karaoke.”
You walk out of your bedroom as you finish putting on an earring. Your outfit was simple, jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.
“Fine by me. Are you a lightweight?”
“Probably. I’ve never had more than one drink.”
“So we get to test the limits?” Nat smirks at you.
“Yes. I’m very excited. Is Nebula not coming?”
“She’ll meet us there.” Nat gets up and heads for the door.
“Ok, c’mon Marvin. Let’s go have a good time.”
****
Nebula was waiting outside of what looked like an abandoned building. Inside though fairy lights lined the ceiling, a spotlight was aimed at a corner where a tv, a mic stand and a very crappy stage took up space. The place wasn’t too crowded, which was perfect. The bar itself sat in the middle of the room in an oval shape creating two almost completely separate spaces.
“No dogs allowed.” A bartender yells over a drunk guy's horrible rendition of Thriller.
“He’s a service dog.”
The guy eyes you for a moment and you have Marvin turn to the side to show off his vest.
“Fine but we aren’t responsible if something happens to him and if he ruins anything it’s coming outta your pocket.”
“I promise he’ll be in his best behavior.” You smile and walk toward the karaoke side of the bar with Nat and Nebula.
Nebula’s black eyes scanned the room more than once. She and Nat sat with their backs to the wall and observed the others.
“This place looks ridiculous.” Nebula mutters.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to be so entertained that you won’t really notice it. Y/N here has never gotten drunk before.”
“Really? I bet she’ll get drunk on two drinks.”
“I’ll take that bet.” Nat says. “What do I get when she’s drunk by the first one.”
“I’ll give you my gun.” Nebula offers. “But I want your bracers, the electric ones.”
“Deal.”
“You know I’m sitting right here, right?”
Nebula waves you off dismissively while Nat gets up and orders the first round.
****
It took two drinks to loosen you up and one more to get you to get up on stage to sing Girls just wanna have fun. Nebula seemed to not really be affected by any drink and Nat was surprisingly on the verge of being drunk. It took another drink to get you back on stage. You had all of the people at the bar singing along to bohemian rhapsody.
🎶 “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Ooh
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me.”🎶
You sang your heart out. Although some words were a little slurred. What you weren’t aware of was Steve leaning against the bar, completely amused by your carefree attitude.
“Romanoff.”
“Rogers.” Nat shoots back. “Thanks for coming to pick us up.”
“It’s no problem. I see she’s having fun.”
“Definitely. You know what’s funny, she hasn’t stopped talking about you at all.”
Steve flushes pink immediately but before he can say anything you head in his direction. With wide and hazy eyes you look up at him.
“Steve? What are you doing here? It’s supposed to be girl’s night.”
“I’m sorry, did I ruin it?”
“No, don't be silly.” You giggle and bat your eyelashes. Nat rolls her eyes but smiles at your drunken flirting.
“He didn’t just show up.” Nat offers. “I called him to be our designated driver.”
“Oh, makes sense. You’re so smart Natty.”
Nat shakes her head and turns to the bartender to pay the tab while Nebula walks out.
“Can we get mozzarella sticks before we go home?”
“Sure.”
****
You were sitting in a small pizza place a block down from the bar. Even Marvin got to snack on some chicken while you munched on your late night snack. Nat and Nebula had called it a night and decided to go back to the compound.
“So how was girl’s night?” Steve asked next to you.
“Oh it was so much fun. You should totally come next time.”
“If I did, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night.”
“You’re right.” You shrug. “But we made an exception for Marv.”
“So I have the same privileges as a dog?” Steve laughs when you look at him with wide eyed horror.
“What? No. Don’t be silly. You won’t have to sit under a table.” You snort a laugh and then get very serious. “I need to ask you something but you need to be honest.”
“Ok, what’s your question?”
You turn to give him your full attention. His bright blue eyes shine with amusement and they captivate you.
“You’re so pretty.” You blurt out. Steve huffs a laugh but his cheeks are tinted pink.
“Thank you. That isn’t a question though.”
“Why are you single?”
“Oh, so we’re going for loaded questions.”
“I mean you’re so nice and caring and fun to be around. I always feel safe with you. Did I mention that you’re so pretty? Also you have a killer smile.”
“I do?”
“For sure. Every time you smile at me I just get weak in the knees.”
“Your smile makes my knees go weak too.” Steve says back.
“Nope.” You take a bite from a mozzarella stick. “Can’t use my own compliment on me.”
Steve chuckles and shakes his head. You wait patiently for him to say something.
“Ok well, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in them if you’d let me.”
You give a little giggle and send a wink his way.
“I’m also so happy that our paths crossed and we met each other.” Steve sent a shy smile your way and you mirrored it.
Your little bubble burst when Marvin gave a little huff, indicating that he needed to go outside. Steve helped clean off the table and offered you his arm as you walked Marvin. Then he walked you to his car and opened the door for you and Marvin to get in.
You groan as you turn in bed. Your head was throbbing and your mouth was so dry. With an annoyed huff you open an eye to look around. At least you were home. You spot the water bottle and pills on the nightstand and you take them, drinking half of the water in one go. There’s a small knock at the door which might as well be jackhammers on your head.
“Come in.” You murmur and the door opens.
Steve stands in the doorway with a tray of food. He tries to hold back his laugh when you groan again and try to hide under the covers.
“Good morning.”
“Shhh. My head is killing me.”
“You’ll survive, you’re just hung over. Why don’t you try to have breakfast?” He says as he walks over to you. Marvin is right behind him and he jumps on the bed.
“I think I’ll throw up if I do.”
“I think you’ll be ok. Besides, it'll help settle your stomach.”
“If you say so.” You grumble but sit up. Steve sets the tray he was holding on your lap and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Start with the toast.”
You do as he suggests and nibble on the toast. Steve talks in a low but soothing voice until he gets you smiling again. Once you’re done with breakfast you lay back down, this time Steve sits against the headboard.
“I had this really weird dream last night.” You tell him.
“Yeah? What was it about?”
“We were eating mozzarella sticks and I told you that you were really pretty.”
Steve laughs but looks down at you fondly. He’s met with brows that are furrowed in confusion. Then realization hits you like a truck and your eyes go wide.
“That wasn’t a dream was it?” You whisper.
Steve throws his head back laughing. “No it wasn’t. You’re a bit of a flirt when you’re drunk.” He says once he calms down. “It’s cute though.”
You groan and hide under your blanket. He chuckles some more.
“In my defense I’ve never been drunk before.” You say from under the blanket before pulling it down and looking up at Steve. “And for the record I stand behind everything I said.”
You smirk as Steve’s cheeks turn pink. The color traveling up to his ears. It was cute, he was cute.
“Do you have any plans today?” He asked after a few seconds.
“Nope. Other than walking Marv.”
“Good. Want to have a movie marathon?”
“That sounds like a great idea. We still have a bunch of movies on the list. Or we could start binge watching some of the tv shows we have on the list too.”
“I’ll let you choose.”
You smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
An episode of some trash reality tv was playing on in the background but you and Steve had stopped paying attention to it. Instead you were having a conversation. It was mostly talking about nothing serious. Steve was completely turned toward you with an arm laying on your top of the back of the couch. You mirrored his posture and unconsciously you both reached out for each other’s hand. Between smiles and jokes you were having a good time. This is what you liked to do the most with Steve.
From what he and Nat had told you their life consisted of being on the move at all times, especially the two years before the blip. So you didn’t mind staying home and watching tv or playing a few board games, it’s not like you would have really been out.
“I need to ask you something.” Steve said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Ok?”
“Well first I want to say that I’d understand if you didn’t want to and it wouldn’t change my mind about our friendship.”
You frowned in confusion as you waited for him to ask what he was going to ask.
“I like you. I think you know that. I like you as more than just a friend and I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me?”
“Like a date?” You whispered. It wasn’t really a surprise but you hadn’t expected it now. You still wanted to tell him about what you had gone through. So that he could understand your hesitation about certain things and that it wasn’t him, as cliche as that sounded. But you also really liked Steve. Since the very beginning, it’s why you didn’t want to run into him again but now you were glad it happened.
“Yes, like a date.” He smiled but there was a flicker of fear of being rejected in his eyes.
“I’d love to.”
His smile brightened and he gave your hand a quick squeeze.
“You really don’t have to if you’re not sure. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”
You smiled at him then. It was things like that that made you like him more and more each time.
“I do want to, really. It’s just… What happened with my ex really messed me up. I never thought that I would want to trust anyone else let alone date them. But then I met you.”
Steve smiled softly then. His whole demeanor was calm and easy going. It gave you the push to keep going.
“I just want you to know that I want to do this with you but sometimes I’ll have my reservations. It’s not a reflection on you, it's just my fears because of what I went through.”
“I understand and we can take this as slow as you want. You set the pace and I’ll follow. There’s no rush, I just want to be with you in whatever way you’ll let me.”
It was your turn to squeeze his hand as a wave of emotion hit you. Fear was definitely there but so was hope and surprisingly enough excitement. You had to wonder if Steve was this attentive and caring as a friend, what would he be like as a partner?
“Oh my God it’s happening.” You said in a rush as you got to the table Lisa was sitting at. She jumped slightly at your voice and looked at you in confusion.
“What’s happening?”
You take a deep breath. It had only been the night before that Steve had asked you out but you were still all over the place with your emotions.
“I’m going on a date.”
“That’s wonderful.” Lisa smiled and placed her hand on yours. “Tell me everything.”
“You remember my friend Steve right?”
“Yeah, the ex-military guy that was teaching you self defense?”
Lisa still didn’t know that it wasn’t just some military guy but Captain America himself. You nod in response to her question and then tell her what happened the night before. It was easy to talk to her and you explained your mixed feelings but she was right there supporting and encouraging you to take the next step.
“I did say yes. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before you know.”
“I do.” Lisa nods but you notice that her eyes aren’t on you so you turn.
Walking up to your table was a beautiful, curvy red haired woman. She smiled and at first you thought it was directed at you but then you realized that smile was for Lisa.
“Y/N I hope you don’t mind but I asked my girlfriend to join us. I just wanted the two of you to meet.”
“No it’s ok.” You smile and turn. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You hold your hand out and she takes it.
“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Cassie. It’s nice to put a name to the face, Lisa mentions you all the time.”
“All bad I hope.”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“I’ve heard about Marvin too.” Cassie looks under the table to find Marvin sitting patiently. “He’s so cute.”
“Thanks, he’s the best boy.”
“Well babe you’re just in time because Y/N here just told me she got herself a date.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“I was telling Lisa that I was still nervous. After everything that happened last time, I didn’t think I’d find someone that I would even consider dating.”
“I imagine it can’t be easy to trust someone again. Lisa told me where you met but she didn’t tell me about what happened to you.” She reassured you. “I can only say to trust your gut. If at any moment you feel unsafe you call us.”
“Thanks.”
“So, now the other reason I wanted to meet today.” Lisa announces and she places an envelope on the table next to you. “Go ahead, open it.”
“No way.” You say a bit too loudly, getting the attention of a few patrons. In your hand was a wedding invitation with Lisa and Cassie’s name on it. “This is amazing, congratulations.” You looked up at them and stood to give each of them a hug.
“When did you get engaged?”
“A few weeks ago but we didn’t tell anyone until we decided on a wedding date.”
“Do you have engagement rings?”
They both held their left hands out and you gasped at the beautiful matching gold and diamond rings on their fingers.
“We proposed to each other on our anniversary.” Cassie says with a fond smile.
“That is so cute.”
You ask them a few questions about the planning and if they were going to wear traditional dresses. The conversation went on for a while.
“We should get going but,” Lisa said as you all stepped out of the restaurant you’d met at. “Make sure you RSVP to the wedding and you’re getting a special plus two.”
“Plus two?”
“Marvin of course and maybe a certain someone could be your date.” She wiggled her brows at you.
“We’ll see after the first date.”
“Well don’t wait too long to let us know.”
“I won’t.” You said your goodbyes, watching as Lisa and Cassie walked away hand in hand.
In that moment you realized that you wanted that. Not only did you want to love and be loved but you wanted a relationship with Steve. With a small smile on your lips you headed towards some clothing stores to find something nice to wear.
The buzzer went off. You knew it was Steve but this time it was different because he was here to pick you up for your date. After letting him in you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. It was getting colder out now so you went for style and comfort. You’d chosen to wear a cream colored sweater, a suede mini skirt and boots.
There’s a knock on your door and you give yourself a little pep talk as you go to open it. Steve is standing there with beautiful flowers in his hand. He has on a navy blue henley that makes his eyes pop more and dark jeans. You give each other an appreciative glance.
“You look beautiful.” He finally says.
Heat creeps into your cheeks as you smile.
“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”
Steve huffs out a little shy chuckle as he blushes slightly. His eyes go to the bouquet in his hands and he holds it out for you to take. You were both flustered and that realization eased you a bit. Just knowing he was just as nervous as you were. You thank him again and grab the flowers before quickly finding a vase. Then you grab Marvin’s leash and your jacket before leaving.
“So where are we going?” You ask as Steve opens the door of his car for you.
“You’ll see.”
****
You were surprised when Steve parked by a museum. He moves around his car quickly and opens the door for you and then Marvin. As you start walking toward the entrance he offers you his arm which you take.
Steve takes you past some of the displays and straight to the back of the building. You smile when you see the entrance of the planetarium. Steve went up to the employee and showed them the tickets before both of you went to find your seats.
****
The planetarium was practically empty except for another couple and a small group of friends. Steve had chosen some seats that kept you relatively separate from them though. As the show progressed Steve would lean in and tell you what he saw when he went to space for the first time. It was definitely much more interesting than what was being said.
Once the original show ended you left the planetarium but decided to look around the museum. You stopped at every few displays and shared your opinions. When the art was good it was good but when the art left something to be desired Steve couldn’t help but criticize the pieces. As if it was personally offending him. You laughed every time his face scrunched in disapproval at prices he didn’t like.
“Ok,” you said between sips of your drink. After the museum Steve had taken you to a Thai restaurant. It was the same as the first meal you shared. “What was your favorite subject in school?”
“Art.”
“Really? Why is that?”
Steve shrugs. “I was invisible in school. I was angry that no one would even look my way unless they wanted to bully me. Art was a way to get my emotions out. Drawing was like therapy for me. Then I just fell in love with it.”
“Do you still draw?”
“Yeah.” Steve smiles.
“And do you ever share your work with anyone?”
“Are you asking to see my drawings?”
You shrug. “Maybe.”
“I have a few I can show you.”
You smiled at him then.
“Your turn, if you could have any superpower what would it be?”
“Easy,” you smile. “Teleportation. Imagine all the money and time I could save just by being able to teleport anywhere. Also it would be so much easier to plan vacations.”
“That is a good choice.”
“Well you are the expert on super things, so I would hope so.”
Steve smiles. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Yup.”
“Alright let’s go.” He replies, he doesn’t even let you pay for half of the meal or anything. Reminding you that it’s a date and he invited.
After dinner though you aren’t ready to go home. In order to prolong your time together you suggest a walk through the park for Marvin’s benefit. This time as you walk though you feel bold enough and take Steve’s hand. You see the slight blush on his cheeks before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. The conversation picks up where you left it back at the restaurant and you ask each other very random questions. It’s fun to see him relaxed and be able to have a sort of nonsense conversation. Not even at the beginning of your relationship with your ex had you felt so at ease with someone.
“Have you ever been arrested?”
Steve laughs but tries to hide his face from you.
“You have? No way. What did you get arrested for?”
“It was back in the 30s. There was this guy that kept harassing this group of girls. I just happened to walk by when one of the girls burst out crying because she was so uncomfortable. I asked him to stop but he didn't. Then he threw a punch. It was in a park so there were cops nearby. They came to break us up and I got arrested for disorderly conduct.”
“Please tell me there is a mug shot out there somewhere.”
Steve laughs but shakes his head.
“I don’t think there is. If there were, I'm sure Shield took it to make sure my image was safe.”
“Damn.” You give a small pout. “I would’ve loved to see that.”
“No way. I’m sure you would have framed it.”
“Yup.” You laugh. “I would’ve enlarged it and hung it up in the living room.”
Steve chuckles and shakes his head as you continue the walk around the park.
The night unfortunately came to an end. Although from the park to the car ride back home Steve hadn’t let go of your hand. That was a good sign, right? You stood outside of your apartment door. Marvin pushed his way in once you had unlocked it, leaving you and Steve alone.
“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun.” You smile up at him.
“Me too. So what’s the verdict? Would you like to go out again, on a second date?”
“I’d like that.”
Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded.
“Have a good night.” He says and smiles before he turns to leave.
You catch his hand before he’s able to turn completely. Standing on your toes you give Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He flushes pink but his eyes are on your lips. You watch him lick his lower lip. The tension grows between you the longer you stand there so close together.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes, please.” you reply almost breathless in anticipation.
Steve turns back to you completely. His hands frame your face and he slowly dips his head. Steve’s lips are so close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face. You anxiously wait to finally feel his lips on yours but when you look at him you find him studying your face.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispers. “Are you sure?”
The fact that he’s asking again makes you want to cry happy tears. You nod, placing your hands on his chest and tilting your head up to close the distance. Steve’s lips are soft. His kiss is gentle and sweet. There is no urgency but there is desire and passion behind it. Before you’re able to fully enjoy the kiss Steve is pulling back just enough to look at you. You give each other goofy little grins before Steve gives you another quick peck.
“Now it’s a good night.” You say and his smile widens.
“See you soon?”
“Definitely.”
Steve pulls away. The smile that you love seems to be etched on his face permanently as he turns and leaves. You miss him already but you know that you’ll see him again soon. With the night coming to a close you lock your door and lean your back against it. You bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from smiling but you can’t help it.
Deep down you knew that Steve was it. This new development in your relationship was just the start and you couldn’t wait to see where it went.
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Lover.
Matt with bartender!reader.
Fucking them over the counter late at night after closing because they just smelled way too good. He teases them about how he could hear them throbbing for him all night.
this hit the SPOT
ELECTRIC CHAPEL- M. MURDOCK
Pairing: Bartender! Matt x Bartender! Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: smut, but more like teasing? like matt just teasing you and refusing to stick it in bc hes so, so mean, heavy flirting/ sexual tension, pet names, praise kink, swearing, smartass matthew murdock
"if you want me, meet me at electric chapel, if you wanna steal my heart away- meet me, meet me, baby, in a safe place, c'mon, meet me... in electric chapel"- electric chapel, lady gaga
“You wanna start a tab honey?” you asked sweetly, the countertop cool against your bare skin as you leaned in towards the redhead, nodding as she extended her card.
The music was loud as it thudded from the speakers, reverberating through your heels up through your spinal cord. You watched her turn in her stool as she adjusted herself, legs crossing from under the bar as you slid her a smirk, a certain twinkle in your eye as you felt her check you out.
You were used to it over the years, the customers often already on a buzz that seemed to flair and flourish when they were in your presence, your little flirtatious comments driving them wild.
It was business. People came, people left, drinks were bought and were gone in a matter of minutes. But the little interactions were fun nonetheless.
She was cute you thought as you turned over to scan her card, feeling her eyes pierce to your back like thumbtacks to a corkboard.
You couldn't help but smile as you slid the card back to her, nails drumming the granite before starting her drink. The polished glasses glistened from the neon signs, the deep shades of cherry and crimson a stark contrast compared to the dark environment that was the Electric Chapel Bar.
The bar drew in all kinds of customers, but all of them had one thing in common- spunk. A type of energy that could only be found beneath the streets of New York, between the walls of the underground lair.
You knew she possessed that with her leather jacket and sharp winged liner, red hair bright as flames. She was here alone, as far a you could tell. You'd have to take care of her.
“So what's your name love?” you drawled, adding ice to the shaker as you started to craft her drink.
“Natasha. But you can call me Nat. All the pretty people do.” she smiled, mischievous as a cheshire cat as she watched you. You couldn't help but beam from ear to ear at her foxy comments, soaking up all the attention she gave you.
“Nat. I like that name. It’s cute.” you commented as you finished shaking up her concoction, straining it into the glass.
“Why thank you. Hey, when do you get off work?” she asked as you propped a lemon slice on the side of her glass, citrus already starting to slowly drip down the sides as you slid it over to her. You shrugged, smirking in delight as she slid you a twenty from her purse.
“Anytime you want me off baby.” you giggled, stuffing the twenty in your bra with a wink, trotting off towards your coworker- Matt.
His presence was potient despite being placed on the opposite end of the large bar, and you watched as his large shoulderblades shift and move as he flipped bottles between his pretty hands before he poured. It was mesmerizing- watching him work. His movements were clean and elegant, with a hint of flair behind them.
Enough so that you could never look away from him, whether if he was working or not. You often felt yourself drawn to him, always making note to act sly and seductive towards him.
It was no secret there was tension between the two of you, and you couldn't deny the sexual attraction you felt for him. It flared up now as you neared him, his skin warm to the touch as you slid your hand across his bicep, reaching over him to snag a cherry to suck on.
You could have easily gone beside him, the two of you both knew that. But it was more fun this way.
“Someone’s been busy eh?” he asked, his pace never slowing as he slid over another two drinks for some regulars.
“Oh what this?” you pulled the bill from your bra, rubbing your fingers along the thin paper to hear it crinkle. “Nothing a little flirting can't manage. You're slacking Murdock.”
“I'm slacking because I only flirt with you.” he noted, eyebrows raising as you shrugged. “Fair enough.” you nodded, giving his arm a quick little pat before heading off towards the back, making sure to swish your hips as you left.
The black skirt was snug around your curves, making you feel sexy and powerful with each click of your high heels. The owner of the bar was rather relaxed, a dress code next to nothing- but black was required. That had never bothered you, as black was nothing but a magnet drawn to your closet, whether it was leather, velvet or cashmere.
It looked amazing on Matt- an added bonus to the job. Though Matt looked good in anything really.
“Hey Y/L/N?” he called, voice clear as day over the thumping music that poured from all around the bar. You turned.
“Stay focused. I could feel your eyes on me the whole damn shift.”
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“Anddd done!” you smiled, letting out a gentle huff as you threw the white towel down on the now freshly cleaned bar top, rubbing the little trickle of sweat that ran down your forehead with the back of your hand.
It was an odd hour in the morning, all the other staff had packed up and left almost an hour prior. You and Matt were closing- as always, though you enjoyed it without fail. You survived the empty space, admiring your handiwork.
All the tables were freshly wiped, the smell of mint in the air from the glistening black marble. The red booths had been cleaned off, the dancefloor deserted, heart-shaped ashtrays cleared. Only a few flickering neon signs remained on as you leaned against the ice well, fighting the urge not to squirt Matt with a soda gun.
“Almost- you mean.” he commented, sat firmly on a barstool, spinning around like a five year old.
“What do you mean almost?” you pouted, the towel and spray bottle snatched away from your station as he stood. “You missed table fourteen. There’s no mint there.” he shrugged, your mouth dropping to the floor.
Sometimes you forgot he had enhanced senses. It came in handy, but in times like this you wish he could put away the hound dog for one night.
“You can smell that?!”
“Oh sweetheart I can smell alotta things.” he smirked cheekly, resuming his journey over to the abandoned table, leaving you in disbelief.
You sighed, elbows resting against the counter as you watched his biceps move, the veins trailing up his arms like spiderwebs flex and move as he wiped down the table, removing every last crumb.
It was nauseating- how drawn to him you were. A part of yourself hated every bit of your body that was plagued by the thought of him, knowing deep down it was so very wrong to think of a co-worker that way.
But the two of you just… clicked. You worked so well together, it got to the point the boss had only put the two of you together on shifts. You were fast and efficient, your energies meshing together to provide the customers with a great experience. Not to mention you got a great experience as well behind the bar, his flirty comments and little teasing touches doing nothing but adding more fuel to the fire.
That very touch frightened you now, had made you jump as Matt had crept up behind you. “Jumpy lil thing aren't you?” he murmured to himself, as if he were observing you like a laboratory experiment.
“I was daydreaming.” you sighed, wiggling your hips against him as you peeled your eyes from the darkness of the room, brain slightly foggy from shifting out of focus.
“Yeah? About what?” he asked, the back of his knuckles caressing your arm as you let your head droop down in relaxation. Matt’s aura had captured you in a trance, always leaving you feeling like you had stepped out of a hot tub covered in lavender. He made your muscles loose, bones feel like jello as your head became foggy with haziness.
“Oh ya know… just some stuff.”
“Some stuff?” he pressed, voice benign as he began to unravel you. You felt your thighs start to clench, breath hot and heavy as your panties started to drench.
Oh god.
He felt so good, and he was barely even touching you. Hardly zero advances.
“Just some stuff..”
“I’ve been thinking about stuff all night too bunny. So many things.”
You were going to be sick. You felt as if you had a fever with how hot your skin was, the blood coursing through your veins like liquid fire causing your heart to thud through your ears. It hurt. The need that racked through your frame physically hurt.
“Like what?” He chuckled. “Since I’m not a tease, I’ll tell you.”
Lie. He teased you all the time. Every time he entered your peripheral vision, you felt as if he was trying to push you past your breaking point, making you lose an invisible game. Both of you were too stubborn to jump each other's bones, as much as you wanted to.
But tonight felt different, an extra weight of sexual tension in the air. “I was thinking about how good you smelled. And how I could hear you throbbing for me all night. Is that what you were thinking about too, bunny?”
Shutting your eyes, you sharply inhaled.
Okay. This was happening. This was happening right fucking now and you genuinely had to keep yourself composed or you would melt into this man's arms like fucking puddy.
“N-no.”
“Don’t lie to me angel. You know I don’t like when you lie.” A hand brushed against your back, the hairs on your neck raising. Fingers curled around the countertop's edge, breath quickening as he listened to your thundering heartbeat. You could barely move.
“Yes. Yes I was and I want-” You choked. “I want you so bad. It hurts, Murdock. You’re hurting me.”
You're hurting me. Those words snapped something inside of him, drove him feral. Did you know the impact you had on him? The sweet floral scent that plagued his senses whenever you neared him, the quickening of your heartbeat mixed with your arousal. Sometimes he hated how sensitive he was, because it was almost painful to be around you.
All he wanted to do was to pound into you, use you like a personal fleshlight like he knew you wanted to be so badly for him. But he couldn't. Because you were co-workers, and that was wrong and what if things didn’t work out?
He had a feeling that wouldn't be the case with you. Plus, who said he couldn't have a little fun anyway?
“D’need me to take the pain away sweetheart?”
You nodded. Words were unable to form, getting stuck in your throat like phlegm. Please. Please, please, please.
His hand slid down to your skirt, tugging at the elastic waistband. One of the two things that separated the thing he needed the most. “Can I?”
“Please.” With a slight pull, the fabric slid down past your thighs, panites sliding down with them. He inhaled deeply, basking in your scent.
“Fuck..” he murmured, palming himself through his jeans. “You smell so good. So sweet n pretty..”
The sound of his belt jingling excited you, your eyes wide as you watched him tug at the buttons.
This was happening. This wasn't just another wet dream, some fantasy where you ended with your fingers between your thighs. He was here, and he was taking care of you.
His touches were soft and gentle, yet demanding in a way as his fingers trailed up your leg to your thighs, inching them further apart. You gasped as he swiped a digit across your slit, wetness gleaming on his finger.
You felt as if the air had been stolen from your lungs as his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, hands meeting at your lower belly as he pressed against the muscle gently.
“You’re so good to me angel. So, so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm” he hummed against you, and you shivered. Any flirty, witty response you always threw at him was now gone, your brain slowly beginning to malfunction as he brushed his cock against your slit, making you hiss with pleasure.
“Matt-”
“Oh you didn’t think we were gonna actually fuck honey, did you? We’re coworkers. You’re so dirty.” he smirked, ruthlessly teasing you as he brushed his cock against your clit, causing you to wither and squirm in his arms.
This was torture. It was torture and pleasure in the best way possible, and you were grasping at the seams for anything he would give to you.
“Naughty. You’re being so, so naughty.” he cooed, as if he was talking to a little baby kitten. Your slick coated his dick as he slid it back and forth against your folds, whispering sweet, gentle things into your ear.
As if he wasn't mocking your need, slipping right by where you needed him most.
Good girl. So good to me. Letting me use you, violate you like this. It’s filthy really, how badly you need this. How badly you need me.
Yes. Yes, yes. Was all you could think, all you wanted to think. You were overstimulated beyond measure with the way he was teasing your clit, the way his hands ran up and down your body with that low, gravelly voice husky with smoke.
You were aching to have him buried deep inside you, stuffing you full until you cried. But you would take this. You would accept this, because it was all you could accept.
He was in charge, he held the reins. You may have teased him, slightly bossed him around on the clock but off- oh no. Matt had made it very, very clear he was in charge. What he gave you is what you got.
And you were to take it with a moan, a roll of your eyes and a hazy smile on your face. You did just that.
“You’re being so mean-” you managed to squeak out, before he slipped away from you with a smile.
“I’m the mean one?” You gulped.
“Sure, I can be the mean one. Meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes baby. Lock up.”
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