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Smart Pillow Market to Notice Exponential CAGR Growth of 16.5% And Increasing Demand with Leading Player, Comprehensive Analysis, Forecast 2030

The recent study of Reports & Insights on "Smart Pillow Market: Opportunity Analysis and Future Assessment 2023-2030," aims to give readers comprehensive knowledge of the data about the growth of the target market as well as absolute detailed and accurate information about the relevant market. Along with the accurate textual and graphical depiction, the report also offers significant market knowledge, a conceptual framework, and current market trends for the readers' benefit. In addition, the report goes into great detail regarding the top competitors vying for its readers' continued interest.

As per Reports and Insights Analysis, the smart pillow market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 16.5% during the forecast period of 2022 to 2030.

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As there is an increased number of sleep aids entering in the market, smart pillows are gaining immense traction as it helps people relax, reduce snoring, and increase comfort—all of which could lead to improved sleep. Such factors are projected to drive the smart pillow market over the forecast period.

This market study on the global smart pillow market aims to cover market dynamics such as market drivers, challenges/restraints, and opportunities for the market players. It will also cover market segmentation outlook, smart pillow market trend, regional outlook, smart pillow market size, and market share, as well as industry and product insights, SWOT analysis, Porter's five force analysis, PESTEL analysis, heat map analysis, market forecast, and the major players operating in the smart pillow market.

Smart Pillow Market Drivers: Sharp Rise in Sleep-Related Issues

Restorative sleep is essential for maintaining top physical and mental health. However, in recent times¸ there has been a sharp rise in sleep-related issues among people. The increased alcohol consumption, more screen time, upended routines, and fading boundaries between their private life and work are just a few of the factors contributing to issues with sleep. In addition to that, since the pandemic emerged, researchers worldwide have recorded a huge soar in sleep disorders, with 2 in 3 Americans reporting they are now sleeping either less or more than desired. Thus, there is a continuous rise in the sleep aid products across the market, which is majorly estimated to propel the demand of smart pillow in the forthcoming years.

Alongside, smart pillow, though it looks like a regular pillow, provides advanced sleep tracking along with numerous advanced features such as one can use it to counteract snoring, to listen to music before going to sleep and even to connect it with other devices among other features. Such rapid rise in the technological advancements and innovations is further expected to help smart pillows gain traction across the market.

The rising awareness among people all across the world regarding the significance of good sleep along with the massive investment in R&D by the manufacturers worldwide is further anticipated to drive the growth of the global Smart Pillow Market Share over the years.

Smart Pillow Market Restraints: High Costs of Production and Maintenance Along with High Price of Product is Restraining the Market Demand

The costs of production and maintenance of smart pillows is high in comparison to the regular pillows which may affect the demand of smart pillows across the markets. In addition to that, owing to the numerous advanced features and technologies, smart pillows are also expensive in contrast with the regular pillows which makes it unaffordable for middle-class consumers, ultimately which is further estimated to hinder the growth of the global smart pillow market in the forthcoming years.

Smart Pillow Market Opportunities: Demand from the End-Use Sector

The increased sleep deprivation among people is further boosting the incidence of various chronic illnesses among men and women with the overall quality of life being affected in the process. Such factors are crucially fostering the increased awareness among population regarding product which is particularly anticipated to offer lucrative opportunities to the global smart pillow market over the coming years. By the same token, the soaring number of technological advancements and innovative features in the product such as various sleep modes, cooling technology, meditation guidance, among others, is further expected to offer major opportunities to the market growth in the following years.

Smart Pillow Market, by Product:

Based on the product, the global smart pillow market is segmented into; anti-snoring, multifunctional, and others.

Smart Pillow Market, by Fill Type:

Based on the fill type, the global smart pillow market is segmented into; foam, cotton/wool, polyester, down and feather and others.

Smart Pillow Market, by Application:

Based on the application, the global smart pillow market is segmented into; residential and commercial.

Smart Pillow Market, by Distribution Channel:

Based on the distribution channel, the global Smart Pillow market is segmented into; online marketplaces and offline retailers. The offline retailers are further segmented into; supermarkets/hypermarkets, wholesalers/distributors, specialty stores, others.

Some of the Key Questions Answered in this Report:

Which are the five top players of the Smart Pillow market?

How will the Smart Pillow market change in the upcoming years?

Which product and application will take a share of the Smart Pillow market?

What are the drivers and restraints of the Smart Pillow market?

Which regional market will show the highest growth?

What will be the CAGR and size of the Smart Pillow market throughout the forecast period?

What is the current market size, what will the market size be in 2030 and what will the growth rate be?

What are the challenges to grow in the market?

What are the market opportunities and challenges faced by the key vendors?

Who are the major competitors and what is their strategy?

What are the barriers to entry for new players in the market?

Smart Pillow Market, by Region:

It is anticipated that the United States in North America will continue to dominate the smart pillow market during the projection period. Sales are increasing in the United States as a result of greater penetration of premium brands in the regional market. In addition to that, the immense digital adoption in the United States is further accountable for the heavy growth of smart pillow market in the region.

For the past decade, Germany has dominated the European market, and it is estimated to carry on to do so throughout the projected period. The region's high concentration of premium product makes Germany a hub for major manufacturers producing smart pillows which is major accountable for the rapid growth of smart pillow market in the particular region.

China has been the prominent leader in the Asia Pacific region for Smart Pillow. The presence of several big competitors, early adoption of fresh technology, and surging concerns about welfare are few of the major factors inducing revenue growth in the nation.

India is projected to grow remarkably in the smart pillow sector thanks to the rising awareness among people in the region and the rapid shift in their preferences. The growing traction of high-end products with advanced technologies across Indian markets is projected to fuel the smart pillow market in the particular region.

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businessindustry · 3 months

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Smart Pillow Market Analysis, Revenue and Forecast Till 2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “Smart Pillow Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global Smart Pillow Market Forecast share, size, trends, and growth. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

Report Highlights:

How big is the Smart Pillow Market?

The smart pillow market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 16.6% during the forecast period of 2024 to 2032.

What are Smart Pillow?

A smart pillow is a modern pillow that uses technology to improve sleep quality and offer extra features. These pillows may include adjustable firmness, built-in speakers for playing music or white noise, sensors to track sleep patterns, and connectivity to smart home devices. They are designed to enhance sleep comfort and overall sleep health by providing personalized sleep experiences through technological innovations.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the Smart Pillow industry?

The smart pillow market growth is driven by various factors. The smart pillow market is witnessing a notable surge, fueled by rising consumer interest in cutting-edge sleep solutions. These pillows come with features such as sleep monitoring, snoring detection, music integration, and adjustable comfort levels, making them attractive to people looking to improve their sleep quality and overall health. With technology advancements and a growing focus on well-being, the smart pillow sector is poised for further growth, providing a variety of choices to meet a wide range of sleep requirements. Hence, all these factors contribute to smart pillow market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

Product Type:

Sleep Tracking Smart Pillows

Anti-Snoring Smart Pillows

Cooling/Warming Smart Pillows

Music and Sound Therapy Smart Pillows

Others

Technology:

AI and Machine Learning Integration

IoT Connectivity

Sensor-based Technology

Mobile App Compatibility

Other

Distribution Channel:

Online Retail

Offline Retail

Specialty Stores

Healthcare and Wellness Centers

Others

End-User:

Residential Users

Commercial Users (Hotels, Resorts)

Healthcare Facilities

Others

Price Range:

Low-Priced Smart Pillows

Mid-Range Smart Pillows

Premium Smart Pillows

Segmentation By Region:

North America:

United States

Canada

Europe:

Germany

The U.K.

France

Spain

Italy

Russia

Poland

BENELUX

NORDIC

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific:

China

Japan

India

South Korea

ASEAN

Australia & New Zealand

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America:

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Middle East & Africa:

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

United Arab Emirates

Israel

Who are the key players operating in the industry?

The report covers the major market players including:

Eight Sleep

Sleep Number Corporation

Moona

ZEEQ Smart Pillow

REM-Fit

Hibr

Sony Corporation

Molecule

iSense Sleep

Smart Nora

Withings

Dreampad

Luna

Bedgear

Sleepace

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Afternoon

Porn Star Dieter Bravo x Porn Star F!Reader

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Summary; The shoot. A direct sequel to Morning

Content/Warnings; this is absolutely filthy

discussions of pandemic, professional sex work, professional sex industry, its a porn shoot. , squirting, rimming, throatfucking, PinV sex, premature ejaculation, facial, creampie... and feelings?!

A/N; i love this chaotic disaster duo.

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“What are you doing?” His voice made you jump, knocking the miniature tripod over as you turned to face him, breathing heavy. Dieters’ hair was wet from his own shower, messy and curling around his ears in a way that made him look younger, the grey in his beard more playful than distinguished.

“Fuck, sorry!” you said, turning away to feel your face burn at his amused expression. “I’m used to being alone, it’s a pandemic habit to talk to myself”

He laughed, deep and rich enough to pull you from embarrassment as you giggled alongside him.

“I still do most of my own marketing - are you happy for me to film us a little bit?”

Dieter raised his eyebrow, cocking his head to the nest of pillows and blankets on the floor, the mirror standing with its memories of what you had done less than an hour before.

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean. Not porn stuff. For Instagram?”

“Fine by me, just tell me what to do.”

Your spine shivers at that comment. He’d said it before, something similar, to order him around right before he had taken you to pieces with his fingers in your cunt and his lips on your ear. You grab your phone, ignoring the pleasant tingles through your skin as you walk into the living room for the best lighting.

“I’m thinking just a story, you don’t have to say anything, just be in the shot, and maybe… um, if it’s okay? Hold me a little?”

Dieter tries to hide the grin. You’re fucking adorable, it’s messing with his head. This absurd combination of hesitancy and filth that’s making his dick twitch and his ears buzz. He’s filmed with new performers before, he’s done far filthier things to people than get them off in front of a mirror. So why were your little breathy gasps and plea’s scratched into his brain? Why did he have to jerk off in the damn shower, unable to get rid of the stubborn erection any other way. He had to film with you this afternoon, coming down the drain was a waste product. But you had hours before the crew showed up, and he knew he would spend it diamond hard and aching in his pants if he had to spend them in this house and not fuck you.

He couldn’t wait to fuck you. His manager called with the offer, and he almost turned it down on the spot. He’d worked with newbies in the industry before, and he was too old, too seasoned to talk you through camera angles and the business side of the industry with anything like the grace you deserved. But he agreed to check your content anyway, see if he was interested, a free 30 day subscription to your channel and a lazy afternoon on his couch, waiting for his delivery dinner to arrive.

He saw it on the first video. You had a headphone in, and you cheated your eyeline off to the side. You were watching something, there was something on a screen out of sight of the cameras, you sped up and slowed down in time with something he couldn’t see or hear. It was smart, and idly he wondered what you were watching. He fell into your content unexpectedly. Twenty-minute videos that were half vlog half porn, with you making charming jokes at the camera before you stretched yourself open on all manner of toys. He could see why you were so popular.

It was deep in your archive that he found it. One of your earlier videos, where you were still a little awkward with setup, sincerity and enthusiasm as you giggled. He could see you were filming by holding your phone, the video not as high quality. But he caught it, in the reflection he could see his own face. He was younger, not by much, just after he signed exclusively with this studio. He was cleanshaven then, one of the most popular videos on the site. He could see the snarl curling his lip as he grabbed the actress by the hair, yanked her up to growl in her ear, her shrieks covering his words.

It made him hard. Lying on his couch watching you ride a cheap plastic cock, your sweet little whimpers filling his ear as your eyes flicked to him just offscreen. Were you imagining it was him fucking you? You’d chosen an inadequate toy if that was the case. Or were you among the legion of fans that loved his voice, that told him he could whisper a grocery list in their ear, and it would be enough. He was only half aware of doing it, talking over the sound of production in the background, an easy way to get out of his own head.

He fucked his fist at thoughts of hearing those little whimpers in his ear as you squirmed underneath him, trying not to scream. In your videos you referenced neighbours, a need to keep quiet as you bit your lips swollen and your fist clenched. You didn’t fake it. He knew what that looked like, and the way your eyes rolled back, the uneven bucking of your hips, that was all real.

He called his manager and accepted the job the next day.

Dieter hooked his chin over your shoulder as you held your phone aloft. He grinned into the camera, cocky and confident as you spoke to an unseen audience, teased the content incoming, that you had already filmed. His hands roamed your stomach, pulling you closer into his broad chest as you stumbled over words and laughed. He bit into your shoulder, kissed your cheek, playfully growled at the camera as you filmed hints of what was incoming, uploaded it with a smack to his hand.

“You hungry?” he asked, his arms still around your middle as you dropped your phone onto the couch. You wondered briefly why, his nose buried at the nape of your neck, his lips skating your skin as he asked. He didn’t have to act right now, there was no camera pointed at either of you, no intimacy to capture and package. With a shrug of agreement, you supposed it was easier, to stay in the moment all day, rather than switch it off and on as required.

He had brought food. Little protein balls he admitted he had made beforehand, knowing that these half day shoots were terrible for snacks. You sat on the couch with him, sipping Gatorade and talking about your favourite TV shows, how you both got obsessed with Tiger King & Animal Crossing in the early days of the quarantine. You try not to think too much about the fact that your feet are in his lap, his hands naturally rubbing your arches. That you laugh easier and lighter than you have in months, that his laugh makes your chest expand.

Fuck he didn’t kiss you enough. Just that brief moment in the afterglow wasn’t enough, your heavy breathing on his tongue, release on his fingers as you scrabbled weakly at his shirt. The way your mouth curves into a smile is making him want to kiss you, the way your laugh exposes the pulse in your throat is making him hard. It feels domestic, sitting on a couch with you as you scroll TikTok, showing him animals and dances and singing along in a way that’s so uninhibited. You’re so comfortable on him, your feet thrown over his legs that if he wanted to, he could pull you fully into his lap.

It's just a job. He repeats, over and over until it becomes meaningless noise in his head. It’s been too long since he shared actual intimacy with a person. He loves his job, enjoys his colleagues, and cherishes the trust they place in him with their bodies, but its never this. It’s never easy and sweet and careless, something to treasure as a forgotten joke in the future. You asked him about himself, not about his work, and seemed genuinely interested in his answers. Your eyelashes flutter when you blush, and he wants to make you blush. It’s foreign, he’s been in this house a dozen times, spent days shooting with co-stars he considers his closest friends, but sitting here with you is making him feel like he’s brand new again, nerves pooling in his stomach that you’re going to see him naked, that he’s going to be given the privilege to touch you.

“So” you ask, rolling your head to the side, sucking your lip between your teeth. “Is it real?”

Dieter feels the ice in his veins at your words. Do you feel it too? Is this some elaborate act you’re both playing out, that you think he’s just playing along?

“Your name” you clarify, with a grin. “I’m curious”

“Well, legally, I changed it, so yes it’s real”

Your eyes widen, taking on a pleading quality as you scramble off his lap, climbing to your knees on the couch as you bounced, hiding a wide grin behind your hand as you giggle.

He sighed, knowing he was going to tell you, knowing that the look on your face was going to be enough for him to crack and tell you. Rolling his tongue along his bottom lip, he wondered what else he would tell you, if asked. He tugged on his earring as he looked away from your smiling face.

“David. It’s David”

In your defence, you try. You try and hold it in as long as possible, looking at the messed-up strands of his hair, dried into wild curls he doesn’t bother taming, the patchy beard that you’ve felt on your neck, his fidgeting hands and feet, the inability to sit still and look away from you. But it doesn’t work. You start laughing, a giggle that turns into a belly laugh as he looks at you in mock offence.

“Doesn’t have the same ring to it. David! Ohhhh! Daaaavid” you whine, a mock parody of the worst actors in the industry. Your laugh turns into a shriek when he tackles you onto the couch, wrapping his arms behind your waist, snaking into your hair.

“Somehow I think you’d still scream it for me” he whispers, that same deep sinful voice running through you like a chill. His weight on top of you blocks the sun as you shift, your legs wrapping around his hips, your fingers tracing his jaw. You nod, unwilling to speak, sure that you’re going to ask him to kiss you again.

You don’t have to ask. His nose bumps against yours as he tightens his grip on you, your shirt bunching in his fist as you rock together in a slow rhythm. He kisses you, gently at first, asking for permission as you slide your fingers to the nape of his neck, pulling him harder on top of you. Its syrup slow, the drag of his tongue against the seam of your lips, dragging a whimper into his lungs. It’s intense, it feels different, the weight and purpose of his hands on your skin, the way he pulls you closer to him, holding you moulded soft and pliant against his body.

That’s how the crew finds you, tangled together on the couch.

“We ain’t even set the cameras up yet bud!” comes a voice from behind you both, making you jump apart, caught in the act like teenagers in a darkened basement. You feel your skin burn as you look at the floor.

Dieter laughs, coming around the couch to wrap the director in a hug of greeting. There are four of them, a small crew. Director, camera, sound and makeup. They’re all polite and happy as they introduce themselves to you, excited for the shoot. You want to say something to Dieter, ask him what that was, what it meant, but you’re dragged into the guest bathroom by the makeup artist. They’re young and giggly, dragging a case of makeup behind their rainbow striped dress.

You decide in thirty seconds that you like Blake. Energy and joy comes off them like a wave as they seat you on the counter and pull out a ring light. They’re wearing a rainbow dress with piercings through their cheeks, black hair buzzed to the scalp and eyeliner that looks like butterfly wings. They talk your ear off, smoothing their soft hands across your cheeks as you try to get a word in edgewise, end up laughing at the story they’re telling you instead.

“Okay, so I’ve got instructions here, but you stop me if I say something you don’t want, ok?”

You nod, curious.

“It’s basically the usual, glossy lips but paint that wont smear, lots of mascara that will, and flushed cheeks so you look horny from the minute we start rolling. Is that cool? Any allergies? Okay”

You let yourself be pampered. You usually have to do this yourself, applying light makeup before you film, just enough to look put together, clean and pretty. This is professional makeup, light layers added one after another with a deft flick of Blake’s wrist. Instead, when you turn in the mirror you’re surprised by the artful talent. Your eyes look huge. Thick lashes make the colour pop, your lips plumped by just a hint of gloss. There’s colour scattered across your nose and cheeks, making you look like you’ve twirled in the sun.

You change into the exceptionally slutty lingerie, using Blakes shoulder as an anchor to slip into the heels you brought, towering and plastic, they make you laugh in their absurdity, but achieve their goal in making your ass look incredible in the mirror. It feels like armour, like you’re wearing a uniform, something to elevate and lift you up to the status of performer.

The director gives you a once over as you exit the bathroom, nodding his approval he shouts at Dieter.

“Fuck off for five”

Dieter nods, grabbing his phone and leaving the house as you turn a quizzical eye to the director.

“Standard. We’ve gotta do the paperwork, and I prefer to do it separately so you’re comfortable and don’t feel any pressure.”

“Oh, I don’t feel any… I mean”

“Not from him!” the director clarifies “Mr Bravo is a pro – but standard op is standard op regardless of talent. Now, this is the form, if you could look over it for me and check down your limits”

It’s a list. A little spreadsheet in neat font with checkboxes. “yes” “pause to discuss” and “no”. There are little checkmarks already filled in in red ink, and the director hands you a black pen.

“So yes is things you’re comfortable with as standard. No is an absolute never, and obviously in the middle we can pause at any time to discuss an act before it happens, just use your word”

“I, uh, sorry, didn’t I already do one of these?” you ask, scanning the list before you. It’s extensive, alphabetical and typed.

“Yes, you did. But we like to do one on the day as well, because your mood changes as you go. You might not be interested in doing something today that you’re interested in doing generally you know? Gives us a good feel for where you’re at so everyone starts on the same foot.”

Your eyes skim the paper, most of the boxes are checked yes. Anal play, rimming, spit play, breath play, throatfucking, squirting… all listed in neat little check marks in a red sharpie.

“And um… Die… Mr Bravo has to fill this out as well?” You already know the answer.

“He already did” the director confirms. “This is his list; with your answers we can see where you’re compatible. I’ll give you a few – take your time, there’s no wrong answers, and don’t feel like you’re going to have to do something just because he said he would; Bravo’s up for anything, he wants you to be comfortable”

You smile to yourself at that. You could feel that from the beginning, his easy smile as he greeted you, the open posture and warmth in his eyes. It makes you feel warm, despite the chill of wearing next to nothing. You look over the list, making your way through it honestly, finding no surprise in your answers aligning almost perfectly with his own.

“Right, I’ll check this over, we’ll be good to go in about twenty – you feeling good?”

“Yep” you answered, feeling a sink of nerves in your stomach as you nod. It’s the same nerves from this morning, anticipation a burning stone through your belly as you stand awkwardly in the living room, your eyes avoiding the couch and the questions it raises.

“You look gorgeous” his voice comes from behind you, making you spin as he grins. He’s changed into jeans, loose and hanging low on his hips and a shirt that fits tight across his chest. Someone (Blake, probably) has attacked his hair with a wet comb, clearing it off his forehead, making him look more put together. You can smell a hint of cologne that wasn’t there before, and he’s chewing gum.

“You nervous?” he asks, coming to grab your hand as you teeter on heels, making you spin under his arm.

“A little, I don’t know… am I supposed to… um, how do you act?” you laugh, letting him draw you into an absurd slow dance.

“Don’t worry about that. The acting’s only a little bit. I’m going to lay on the bed, you’re going to walk into the room, and that’s all you have to do. Dieter will take care of the rest”

Fuck. That laugh is driving him insane. He’s glad Blake bullied him into jeans, hiding the fact that he’s half hard already, looking at you in little scraps of lace. Your nipples are hard underneath the bralette and he’s desperate to get his mouth on you, impatient for the director to finish setting up so he can finally touch you the way he’s been wanting to for hours, for weeks really. He pushes away the thought that it’s the only time he’s going to get to.

“Alright you pair!” the director hollers from the bedroom. “Let’s get this show on the road”

It’s surreal, to sit on a bed and listen to someone tell you how to have sex. The director runs you through what they’re hoping for in the scene. Banking on your built-in audience, he wants you on top, Dieter fucking up into you as opposed to the usual you riding a toy. He wants you to show off your lack of gag reflex, a blowjob for the cameras with a warm cock instead of a silicone one. He wants you not to hold back noises.

“Now. We aren’t going to cut. The editors will, they’ll do the scene transitions for us. You both have your word?”

“Pineapple” you chant in unison, making Dieter laugh until you elbow him in the ribs. The director raises an eyebrow at you both.

“Use it if you need anything. Foot cramp, use your word. Glass of water? Use your word. Sun is in your eyes? Use your word. Got it? Okay, we’re going to have Bravo on the bed waiting, and I want to get some tracking shots of you walking in from behind okay. Don’t be scared to talk to the camera Diet – show her off for us, ok?”

Dieter nods, giving your knee a quick squeeze before you stand. You meet his eye and he offers you a wink, a roguish grin that makes your heart skip a little as you exit the room. You hear them call action, you hear the shuffle of feet behind you as you tiptoe into the bedroom.

He’s waiting exactly where he was a minute before. Legs spread leisurely with his elbows on his knees, fingers and toes tapping a rhythm to a song only he can hear. He grins as he looks at you, better at ignoring the cameras than you are, standing to greet you with a kiss.

His shirt is soft on your skin as he pulls you closer into him, his hands travelling down your sides to grab your ass, span the globes and pull you open, grinding into his hips as he smiles against your mouth. Biting your lip he manoeuvres you both, standing you at the foot of the bed as he runs his thumbs under your underwear.

You thought it would be more difficult. The nerves in your stomach would outweigh everything else, that you would be stiff and still in his arms, the weight of multiple eyes on you making you freeze, deer in headlights. But he keeps grabbing you, pausing to talk to the camera, rotate you on the spot as you see the camera sweep your form in your peripheral vision, a mic hanging over your head as he licks a spot on your neck that makes you shudder.

“You’ve seen her videos” he purrs in your ear, sweeping a palm across your stomach. “I’ve watched them too, seen her swallow that thick yellow fake cock like it’s water. I know you’ve wanted to watch her swallow something bigger”

He grabs your chin, making you look at him. You can see a sincerity behind his lashes, the scrutiny he’s hiding as he searches your expression, sweeps a thumb across your bottom lip.

“I’m bigger, aren’t I pet?” he asks, pulling your lip free as you nod. You’re half embarrassed, the ease with which the dark chocolate of his voice has you melting for him. You’re already struggling not to rub your thighs together, the sweep of his hands against your skin enough to make you want.

He takes his own shirt off. Briefly you’re struck by the absurdity of wearing clothing at all, knowing where this is leading, an understanding of what you’re going to do, your hands already at his waistline, undoing buttons and a zipper. He sits back on the bed, pulling your mouth to his with a hand wrapped behind your neck, tangling in the strands of hair as you sink to your knees in a move you hope looks grateful. Someone outside of frame slides a pillow towards you and you position it under your knees, thankful for the help.

He is bigger. Much bigger. You’d thought, wondered if maybe it was a trick of angles. If the size and shape of him was manipulated by professional lighting, made more attractive by the high-definition cameras. But real life is no mistaking it. Your hand can’t fit around him. Your fingers don’t touch at the tip of him, longer than your hand, thick as your wrist and already leaking. Clear drops of precum stretch to his stomach, his cock a shade darker than his skin. You’re fascinated, the pulse of a thick vein in front of you, dragging your finger down it and seeing the slightest twitch in his hips. You pull his jeans further down, allowing him to kick them off into some forgotten corner of the brightly lit room and study him, watching the way his thighs prickle in gooseflesh when you drag your hand down the soft skin.

Dieter is in trouble. He can’t look at you, see the fascination in your eyes as you trail a delicate finger along his length, swirling the drops of precum he’s been leaking since you walked in. He can’t see you on your knees in front of him, the way you dropped so eagerly making his balls draw tight to his body. Your breath on his skin, the way he can feel your lips hovering right over the tip of him, making his hips flex unconsciously. He needs to be professional right now, he needs to not blow his load all over your face the minute he feels that bubble-gum sweet tongue.

He tastes like salt and earth. Something deep and rich, red wine and fine meal on your tongue as you slip him between your lips. he makes a sound as though he’s been punched, agony in his stomach as you sink further down, feel the head of him slip through the back of your throat. The weight of him is heavy on your tongue, burning hot and alive and it makes you rub your thighs together, feeling the scrap of lacy fabric catch on your clit as you moan around his cock.

You watch from the corner of your eye his hand in the sheets, the white-knuckle death grip he has beside his hip as he curses, his hand tightening in your hair, holding your nose to his belly as you look up at his face. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth parted as he swears, almost angry into the room.

“Fuck, fuck, Come here. Come. HERE” he pulls you off him, dangling saliva down your chest as he drags you to his mouth, his hand coming to your ass again, sliding his hand beneath the fabric to swipe at your folds.

“Gonna make me fucking lose it” he mumbles, just for you to hear, the thick pads of his fingers circling your clit as you writhe on top of him, arch your back into his touch. Its different than before, no teasing as he rolls his fingers over you, pushing your body into an orgasm without warning, your nails digging into his shoulder as you cry out, a bullet ricocheting between your legs as he grins.

“Payback” he grits, rolling on top of you to kiss you through breathless gasps of air, fitting his broad hips between your legs as he sits back off you, idly stroking his cock as he looks at you, splayed out beneath him. He traces your lips, still spit slick and swollen with his fingers, opening your mouth so he can test your lack of gag reflex, dragging the spit from your mouth and watching it drip on your skin in the afternoon light.

“God dammit you’re pretty” he says, almost to himself as you laugh, allowing his hands to massage your skin, skate across the hard pebbles of your nipples, down your stomach. “I want to fuck your face, use that pretty throat”

The growl in his voice makes you clench, your mouth falling open as he nods, standing off the bed as you scramble, ridiculous shoes hanging off the edge as you watch him walk to stand beside you, looking at your splayed form upside down. He kisses you, the angle ridiculous as he tweaks a nipple between thumb and forefinger, sending shocks of pleasure through your spine

“Pinch my thigh” he whispers, another little phrase just for you, a silent promise as you nod, tilting your head back to accept him into your mouth.

He feels bigger this way, streaming salty warm precum down your throat as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. You try to be mindful of teeth, but a scrape across the head of him makes a rumbling groan escape his mouth. You note that he likes a sting of pain with his pleasure.

This he can focus on. This he has to focus on. He watches your hands, for any sign of fingers inching to his thigh. Your mouth is heaven, warm and slick and tight around his cock as you let him use your throat. It’s filthy and debauched and absolute bliss. But he keeps an eye on your hands, tries to ignore the sound of your mouth, sloppy and wet on his cock as you somehow up the ante, and swallow around him, the tight muscle contracting around him making stars blot his vision. He watches your hand creep down your own stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear.

Something primal takes his mind. He wants that. He wants to give you that, it’s his. Reaching over you, the angle somehow deeper this way he moves your hand aside, sliding his own fingers into your cunt. You grip him tight and mewl, the vibrations rocketing up his spine as he hooks them inside of you, sweeping for the places that make you moan around him, finding his own pleasure by getting yours. It sounds obscene. He can hear the wet slick of his fingers inside you, matching the lewd sounds of his cock in your mouth and he wants to see it. Needs to see you cum with his dick in your throat.

He's stretching you just right. Pressure, you feel so full with his fingers hooked inside you, the steady thrusting of his body over yours, just enough to make your breathless, but never nervous, as you jerk your hips into his hand. His speech is garbled, half sentences you barely catch as he growls them into the air. He’s calling you perfect, he’s saying you’re beautiful, he’s calling you a filthy girl with a perfect cunt and he wants you to cum.

He's everywhere. All your senses clouded by him as your body shakes against his hand, those thick fingers hammering inside you until you can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t feel anything but the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, the slide of him inside your mouth another sensation as he takes you everywhere he can reach. You want to fight it, it verging so close to too much and not enough with every breath as you spiral, whining and half screaming around his length before you shatter.

It might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Watching you explode around his fingers, soak his wrist and the decorative underwear, the sounds you make as your back arches his fingers pushed free to rub your clit, draw it out longer, make you shake and scream as you mindlessly sink your teeth into his thigh and moan into his skin.

He stands up to look at you. His cock is angry, shiny with your spit and pulsing, bobbing heavy as he watches you come down from the high. There are mascara tracks on your cheeks, there’s a thin sheen of sweat on your skin and you’re tits are heaving with every breath. Kissing you isn’t enough. Laying his weight on top of you isn’t enough, ripping your underwear and bra off and biting down on the soft pebbled flesh of a nipple isn’t enough.

You’re begging him to fuck you, your voice weak and whimpering as you feel his cock slide between your folds. You feel empty, weak and fevered, desperate as you hear your voice, reedy and high as he kisses you again, matching your intensity with every squeeze of skin.

He knows they have to get the shot. Knows enough, from muscle memory alone to spread you wide over his thighs and kneel. The heavy slap of his cock against your clit makes a great visual, the thick length looking intimidating as he presses it between your lips and slides into you.

Oh. Oh he’s so fucked. You’re still coming down. Your cunt is still pulsing as he pushes inside you, going slow as you groan and arch your neck. He watches the line of your body as he nudges inside you, you’re so fucking tight and wet around him, your legs hooked behind his back and he can feel the heel of those ridiculous shoes at his spine. It’s everywhere, fireworks behind his eyelids as he drops his face to your chest, slides his cock deep inside you and holds every muscle of his body still. He's going to fucking cum, one fuck inside your heat and he’s a goddamn goner, a newbie on his first day.

“Don’t move.” He murmurs. “You can’t move”

His voice is broken, hitched breathing as he fills you. How can you not. He’s deliciously thick, rubbing against you in places you didn’t know felt this good, the weight of him on top of you comfortable and hot as he trails a finger down the underside of your thigh, breaths hot against your neck. You can’t help it, its not conscious as you roll your hips into him, your clit grazing against his pelvis as you whimper, desperate for something more.

“Fuck it” you hear him say, then louder “We’re going twice”

He slams into you, your eyes bursting white as he grabs your body and fucks into you once, twice, three times before you feel it, bursting hot and sticky on your insides as he groans your name, grabs your hand and squeezes.

He hasn’t come that fast in years. Usually it’s the opposite, something about the cameras always makes it harder to come, the finish line in sight but never closer, edging himself until he forces it, jerking himself all over someone’s face or tits or ass. It’s an asset, something he prides himself on, that he’s got time and stamina to last the day if needed. But he’s come twice today with nothing but your face in his mind and he doesn’t have the time to sort that out, because you’re still writhing beneath him, and it’s going to take a few minutes before he can fuck you properly again. The crew is mercifully silent as he pulls out, still filming in the background as he pushes your legs back, folds you in half and stares. You’re dripping with him. Smeared white around your folds and swollen like lush summer fruit, the ripe berry of your clit appearing as he thumbs you open.

His mouth takes you by surprise. You thought he was getting the shot, something to finish with as you feel yourself leaking cum, open and raw under his gaze. Instead, you watch as he drops his head and latches his mouth to your clit, drawing it between his own soft lips and sucking with a groan of delight.

Of course you taste like heaven. He knew you would, the brief appetiser of you on his fingers was enough to know that he was going to want to lick your cunt forever. The taste of you mixed with him, something salty and sweet as he drinks from you, listens to the way you react to him, knowing that your heads thrown back, your hands are tugging at his hair, your thighs shaking around his shoulders as he drags your closer to his mouth, licking inside you to chase the taste that’s making him feel drunk.

He devours you, licking hole to clit as he finds your hand, iron on the covers to twine your fingers and squeeze, sweeping his thumb across your knuckle to soothe your keening whimpers as he keeps tasting you, searching out every spot that makes you cry his name, his tongue snaking between your folds as you shake and burst around him. You’re not sure if you’re coming again or coming still, the long drawn-out wire in your belly still vibrating through your system as you squirm against his iron grip.

“We got the shot man” a voice breaks his concentration, pulls his face from between your thighs as the director coughs behind you. How long has he been eating your cunt? Dieter isn’t sure, but he knows he’s not ready to stop, not with the way your hips jerk into him, the way you fuck his face with abandon, the way you taste, bursting sweet across his tongue.

“I know but look at her” he says, spreading you open for the camera, slapping lightly at your clit, dripping wet and shining. “Look how fucking soaked she is”

You want to say that its him, that the fucking magic he’s casting with his mouth is making you wet, that you’ve never felt this, not with toys or other partners, this desperate need inside you to keep going, rocketing higher with each stroke of his fingers. That you don’t care about the shoot, you don’t care about anything except the way he’s touching you, the way you want him to keep touching you.

“One more, yeah?” he says, meeting your eyes and winking. “One more and then we’ll fuck, right baby?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything else as his mouth seals across your clit again. You watch him this time, his hair dry and curling again, the scrape of his beard against your thighs as he locks his gaze on yours, one arm across your stomach to keep you still on his face, sucking at your clit as you shatter on his tongue again.

He doesn’t wipe his mouth before he kisses you, letting you taste the salt-sweet tang on his tongue as he grips your jaw, pulls you on top of him, his body broad and hot beneath you as you straddle his thighs. He’s hard again, the head of him catching your sensitive clit as you writhe on top of him.

“Fuck me” he says, angling you so you sink onto him, that same stretch feeling so familiar and wonderful that your neck tilts back.

This you can do, this is muscle memory, this is a thousand times in your apartment to a camera, your hips rolling as you ride his thick cock with abandon. His voice is in your ear again, but this time its real. You can hear every word he’s saying as he reaches to palm your tits, pinch your nipples as you fuck him, slamming yourself onto his cock until your thighs tremble.

He takes over when you can’t, pulling you flush against his chest as he fucks up into you, hammering, deep thrusts that steal your breath as he starts talking, words meant just for you.

“You feel so fucking good pet. You’re a filthy needy little thing aren’t you, need this cunt filled properly, been looking for just the right toy. I’ll be your toy baby, I’ll fuck you anytime you want, you feel perfect, you fit me so good. Can you imagine how you look right now? All fucked out and messy, stretched so open for me while you let me fuck this perfect hole. I want all of them, I want all of you, want to have you full of me in every single one, every single day, you hear me?”

He's spreading you, open for the cameras you assume as his palms knead your ass again, the sharp slap to one cheek skittering white blasts of light across your vision.

“Gonna come, gonna come again baby, I want it on your face, want to watch those gorgeous lips swallow me, can I, fuck, can I?”

You move, faster than you think he was expecting to lick at the head of his cock. You can taste yourself, can taste him, can taste all of it as you watch his hand fist his length, shiny with your release and his own, rough and fast as he aims his cock at your waiting mouth.

He streaks your tongue and lips with it. His toes curl and you watch his chest flex, his stomach ripple as his neck strains, a strangled, pained cry wrenched from his lips as he comes hard across your mouth. He tastes like saltwater taffy, warm and slightly sweet as you swallow, greedy for it, watching his hips twitch with the overstimulation.

You sit back on your ridiculous heels after, watching him run a hand down his sweaty face, messing his hair as he opens his eyes to look at you. His gaze is soft, warm and almost glowing as he reaches for you, wipes a drop of cum into your mouth with his thumb. You want him to kiss you, but the scene is over now, and melancholy is already settling into your skin.

Dieter grabs for you, seeing the storm come across your face as you come to the same realisation. But not yet, not yet, just a few more moments of it, and then he’ll let you go. Just kiss you once more, just feel you in his arms for a while as you lay together and he strokes your hair from your face. Get you to laugh for him again, a giggle that he can keep like a butterfly in a cage.

“Well. That was something” the director sounds airy, happy and light as his voice floats into your consciousness.

“Um… good something?” you ask, unwilling to move from Dieter’s arms, wrapped around you and tight.

“Very good something. You guys are great together… yeah… it’s really something. We’ll grab you some Gatorade, ok?”

He leaves the room as Dieter pulls a blanket over you both, kissing your forehead with something that feels like relief.

“I think I need a shower” you say, feeling the fabric stick to your skin.

“That is a reasonable assessment” he replies, making you laugh as you sit up, feel an ache settle in your limbs as you twist.

“Feeling okay?” He asks, a twinge of concern as you finally kick off the stupid shoes and stand up to stretch.

“Feeling fucking great, David” You respond with a wink, laughing as he throws a pillow at you, darting into the bathroom.

You shower, redressing in the warm afterglow. You feel fuzzy, high and sated all at once, your limbs ache but feel soothed, your body is a contradiction. Drinking water and snacking as you pack your things you feel the slightest twinge of regret. Was this it? Would you ever see him again? You don’t really want to leave if that’s the case.

But he’s a professional, this was just a day at work for him, and now he would go home, water his plants, eat dinner and go to bed. It didn’t mean anything to him, and pretending it was anything more than something you got a paycheck for was going to set a dangerous precedent going forward. You styled your hair with more aggression than was necessary and reminded yourself of that.

“You gonna ask her out or what man?” Dieter is staring at the closed bathroom door when Blake’s voice snaps him back to reality.

“What? Why would I?”

“Um, because none of us are blind?” They reply, rolling their eyes.

“What are you talking about”

“Okay, you’re blind. I’m out Bravo, see you on the next” Blake punches his shoulder lightly before he leaves, dragging a heavy makeup case as their dress swishes around the corner.

Dieter returns to staring at the door, confusion clouding his mind. Blind to what? Sure, it was an amazing shoot. But that was just because you cosmically matched sexually. It didn’t have anything to do with anything other than work. You were fun to hang out with, sure, and your laugh made his chest do this weird thing, but that was probably nothing, just some weird new thing in a post pandemic world. He’d been stuck inside too long, it had nothing to do with the way you made him laugh, and the fact he hadn’t left yet didn’t mean anything other than he wanted to be polite, say goodbye properly, maybe apologise for making a goddamn fool of himself the minute he started fucking you.

“You’re still here”

He stands up, and is suddenly really, uncomfortably aware of his hands, not sure where to put them he settles on shoving them into his pockets, twisting them into uncomfortable fists as he looked at you, scrubbed clean in the shower and dressed again in comfy clothing. You’re still so goddamn pretty. It’s not fair.

“Wanted to walk you out” he shrugs, half a lie as he grabs your heaviest bag, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him.

“God, those shoes” you mutter, treading lightly on the path as the sun dips below the horizon, streaking purple in the sky. “Never again”

“They made your ass look great though” he quips, loading your bag into the back of your car.

“My ass always looks great, thank you” you reply, giggling in that way that makes his spine tingle. There’s a silence that falls over the two of you, a curtain of finality, weight on both your shoulders.

You kicked your feet in the driveway. Was this it? How do you say goodbye? A handshake seems too formal, but it is work, but a hug would feel better, do you thank him? What the hell are you supposed to say? How do you end this, shake it off on a silent drive home. This was work, it was nothing but work and he was going to forget you the minute he shut his car door.

“Are you hungry?” he asks suddenly. Dieter is scrubbing his hand across the back of his neck, squinting into the sunset, refusing to look at you. “There’s this taco truck about ten minutes away, they, they uh, have some good stuff”

You could feel the grin pulling your cheeks.

“Yeah, that sounds great”

He wraps and arm around your neck, yanking you into his embrace with a sigh that sounds heavy with relief, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Amazing. Yeah. Good”

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“Stark’s New Intern” Chapter 23

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"When I'm in a bad mood It's good to know I have you You got niggas from your past that still ain't pass you But you're on my time But you're on my time now, and our past through

Now that we finally got them out the way All the decisions that I wanna make I want your body in a million ways Nobody ever makes me feel the same…"

DVSN—"A Muse"

Erik practiced playing poker online. When work was finished with Tony for the day, he would take himself to his apartment and cook a simple meal of plain brown rice with sautéed vegetables and boneless skinless chicken breasts.

Food consumed, he'd check personal emails, call his grandfather, and then hunker down on his laptop and play three hours a night. He was going to use the money Tony paid him that he had saved to get him in at the bottom: half a million dollars. Minus the other half a million he gave away to his family, he was willing to bankroll his spot at the high stakes poker table with no help from Tony.

Work had gotten serious. After Tony's cover story appeared in Forbes, the focus of his company turned toward escalating weapons manufacturing, and Erik finally saw the bread and butter of Stark Industries. His days were spent working with Tony at his subsidiary company AccuTech designing a new missiles system that he called Jericho X. The man spent hours of brainpower trying to create an experimental model that he wanted to manufacture and have on the market within five years. Inking a new contract with the United States Armed Forces, Tony was under pressure to deliver the hot-launched missiles sooner than the five-year deadline he gave AccuTech. The man was hands-on and Erik's education at the Naval Academy was useful to him. Erik had the mind of a soldier, and his training was meant to prepare him for his forthcoming Naval career. Those military eyes helped him on the job.

Erik had to concede once more that Tony was a smart motherfucker and his focus on work was just as laser-sharp and obsessive as Erik. Working around him on the Jericho X project was eye-opening and the long hours pushed Erik's mind to its limits. He was allowed to work at AccuTech and give up a lot of his assistant tasks which he was all for. He acted with restrained professionalism, and that allowed him to hang around after hours to do his own experimentation with the vibranium.

It did take the heads of AccuTech a couple of weeks to be accustomed to a Black teen having so much access to a secret project. If he had been some lanky white teen with an overly ingratiating personality, no one would question his presence. He would just be viewed as a white boy genius and "Atta boy!" accolades would've been thrown at him along with pats on the back. Instead, he was a Black boy genius faced with bias and suspicion. He endured the usual bullshit just so he could get his hands on equipment, testing space, and cutting-edge STEM knowledge.

Sitting on his bed and winding down from playing online poker, he checked out the housing available to him at M.I.T. In six months, he was leaving for grad school and he was already designing his life there. He checked out restaurants and clubs, searched for areas that had Black people and Black cultural things he could access. He searched for any capoeira spaces and the ones he found were white-dominated and he wanted Black people to practice with. He needed Black touchstones to keep him sane after his experience at the Naval Academy and Stark's internship.

Checking the M.I.T. website he found an alumni link that helped new students transition to the Institute. A few hyperlinks found him peeping the on-campus radio station, WMBR, that served the Cambridge-Boston area. Listening to a few archived music shows, he stumbled across one that was deejayed by someone called ButtaFly. The show was called Cosmic Café and when he listened to the first ten minutes, he immediately bookmarked it and added it to his listening rotation. The music was Blackity Black and spanned generations, and the DJ did live mixes that had Erik head bobbing.

For two months he laid on his bed from twelve midnight until two in the morning just being carried away by the sounds and also the voice of ButtaFly, a woman who made Erik's entire body relax. She opened her show with a positive quote or a bit of poetry and then she had themes that she created stringing songs from the field hollers of Black chain gangs to the Black Neo Soul of 90s British R&B, or any type of current African diaspora music she could blend with Hip Hop, Deep House, or Electronica.

He tried looking up personal details or even pictures of ButtaFly, but she was a hidden ghost, just words and rhythms and vocal soothing that helped him sleep before heading off for the grueling hours of AccuTech.

She became his brain muse, expanding his mind so he could juggle the science he worked with every day.

Stretching on his bed, Erik closed his eyes and put in his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café. I am your host, DJ ButtaFly bringing you that good nourishment, that savory food for your mind, body, and spirit. Tonight's theme is going to run us into the realm of quantum physics. A little Afrofuturism to get us through Black History Month…"

Erik felt his shoulders loosen up and he closed his eyes. He tried to imagine what type of face went with the sultry voice blessing his ears. The modulations and changes in tone she used as she spoke hypnotized his ears. Muscles throughout his body relaxed and he wondered what kind of musical journey she would take her listeners on that night.

"I want to open the show with a piece from a sister whose work I adore, Alexis Pauline Gumb. I feel like someone out there needs to hear it. I know I do. This is taken from her book of experimental poetry called 'Dub: Finding Ceremony'. This particular joint is called 'Commitment'. Are you ready, Fam?"

Erik nodded his head as he grew more comfortable, slipping deeper into a state of mental ease. He rolled his right hand down his chest and rested it on his stomach. Lying nude in the dark he could almost hear his heartbeat.

"We promise to wake you if we think you won't get the point of the dream. We promise to show up if you show up. Everyday. We promise to make you feel sick if you lie to yourself. We promise to let love through if it's love you came to do…"

Soft. Soothing. Safe.

Her voice cradled and held him in a warm place. She wrapped his thoughts around her words.

"We promise to make time flexible if you give us your time. We promise to think of you more often than you think of us. We promise to remember you when you forget. We promise to be wherever and in everything you haven't noticed yet. We promise to be we, even one by one…"

Erik's body floated. He was still firmly pressed on his bed, but the eternal part of himself seemed to rise above his tired flesh and hover at the beckoning of ButtaFly's mouth thousands of miles away.

"We promise to outsmart your mind. We promise to overlove your heart. We promise to echo over your voice. We promise you everything. Everything. All we ask."

An image formed in his mind.

Full lips. Feline eyes. Skin rich and dark and made for touching and deep kissing.

His hand slid to his manhood.

ButtaFly spun dreams, drums, and breakbeats, sounds and rhythms that kept him floating above himself even as he stroked a growing erection in his hand. He tried to create a more detailed rendering of what he imagined the DJ to look like, but as pre-cum beaded at the tip of his swollen glans, his brain substituted Devika's face and body as a placeholder and he ran with it.

He tugged hard on his dick, keeping a tight grip right under the ridge of his tip. He imagined Devika's ass wiggling as he slapped his dick on her ass cheeks. ButtaFly's music urged him on and when she spoke to her audience about the songs she was about to mix in next, he latched onto her voice and grunted hard.

"Fuck!"

His hand was slick and more pre-cum spilled onto his fingers.

"Fuck this dick!"

"You ready for more?"

The haunting track ButtaFly flooded his ears with dragged him to the edge. He jumped up and turned over on his bed. Grabbing his pillow, he jammed it under his waist and ground his dick on it, pumping his hips as his glutes flexed hard. Eyes squeezed shut he conjured up images of a shapely ass clapping loud because of his thrusts.

A disembodied voice had him humping his pillow, the casing growing damp from the amount of pre-cum he was shooting out from his sensitive tip. He jammed his right hand on top of his erection to create a tunnel, allowing him to pretend he was in ButtaFly's pussy. His hand was slippery and he pushed down on the pillow to get more friction. The music in his ears was made for fucking and he thrust harder imagining some tight pussy yanking on his dick as his balls pounded into a nice soft ass. She sounded like the type who could throw it back on him and make him cry because it was so good. He lost it then.

He yelled like he was knee-deep in gushy pussy.

His thighs grew taught and his orgasm rushed across his ass and up over his back and neck before any semen flooded all over his pillow and sheets. A long groan blew out from his throat as he rubbed out another smaller nut. His fingers touched the pillow. The whole thing was soaked and sticky.

Leaning on his thighs he threw his head back to stretch his neck.

The moment he got to M.I.T. he was going to look for that DJ. There was no way in hell she could make him cum like that and he not find out what she looked like. His dick was still hard, and she kept the music going. He reached for his cell and searched through some old files. He pulled one up.

Athena.

She allowed him to film her as he hit from the back while she held onto her bedroom dresser. He watched Athena's big titties hang down and bounce in the mirror as he pounded her pussy. Jacking off again he allowed the music in his ears to narrate the fucking he watched himself do on his phone. Cradling one overly full breast in his hand on film, he watched his video self cum inside of her, calling out her name as she released on his dick screaming his. His eager hand worked his dick on the bed, the hard strokes slowed down until his cum splashed all over his stomach. He fell back on the bed feeling wiped out.

During his lunch break the next day, he downloaded the book of poetry, ButtaFly shared from the previous night, and read the piece at least five times. The words resonated with him. And they did something else: reminded him of his purpose.

Inside the work labs at AccuTech, Erik studied the mock-ups of new guns and smart weapons. He toyed with experimenting with vibranium and creating sonic weapons.

"We promise to outsmart your mind."

The line of the poem came back to him.

Staring at the new gun design that Tony had posed with on the Forbes magazine cover, Erik thought of converting it and somehow using the properties of the vibranium on it. As he listened to the best weapons designers grapple with the Jericho X missile prototypes, Erik memorized what he saw so that he could sketch it out later in his apartment. He wanted to compare it to the designs he saw in his father's old journals. He asked to work on the Stark sonic canon, a non-lethal long-range acoustic device. Granted permission to do so, he studied how the LRADs could be modified with the ideas he had swimming in his head. He looked for cheap and easy ways to mass manufacture devices that could be shipped around the world undetected. But he had to figure out how much vibranium it would take to modify Stark's LRADs. He only had six months left to absorb all he could.

He stayed diligent with his work and Tony visited AccuTech often giving his thoughts on their progress. Stark was preoccupied with some politicians giving him grief, and also preparing for the new batch of summer interns. He stripped down the number of interns he would have from 100 to fifty. That meant it would be even more competitive. Summoned to Tony's Los Angeles office from Palos Verdes where he had been working, Erik stepped into the outer sanctum and found Devika speaking to some assistants from other higher-ups. She took one look at him and paused for a long time. He realized then that they hadn't seen one another for a couple of months, his time spent in Palos Verdes cutting off contact between them in person.

He was about to step into Tony's office, but she held up a hand signaling for him to wait. When the assistants left, she walked over to him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi."

Her eyes stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.

"What?" he said feeling self-conscious.

"Something about you is different."

"How so?"

He sat on her desk.

"There's a swagger about you that is different…hmmm, more confident maybe?"

"When have I ever been less confident?"

"You look…good. Sophisticated."

Her eyes flitted away from his face. She was acting bashful all of a sudden.

"How's Wyatt?" he asked.

Her eyes regarded him carefully.

Wyatt was her new boyfriend, an older dude from Seattle she met at a mixer in Los Feliz.

"He's doing well. Thanks for asking."

He let his eyes linger on hers. She was still checking him out.

"He better be treating you like a Queen. Let me know if he doesn't," he said moving off of her desk and heading into Tony's office.

"Stevens. Good, we can get this intern stuff sorted. Come with me."

Tony swept past him and Erik followed. They only went around the corner from his office and into a mid-sized conference room. Pepper was inside the space along with two other executives Erik was not familiar with.

"Awesome, we can finish up now," Pepper said.

Tony and Erik took a seat at the end of the oval conference table facing a blank wall. Pepper handed them touchpads and turned on a floating screen.

"We've narrowed down applicants to just under three hundred. You need to choose who you want to be interviewed."

Erik and Tony scrolled CVs on the touchpads. So many names.

They painstakingly went through every CV, staring at applicant photos floating in front of them. Tony was open to Erik's suggestions, and this fact alone opened up the pool of applicants from ones Tony would've overlooked from his own biases. He tended to court favor with those from Ivy League schools and who had the same boring backgrounds. Mainly white and East Asian applicants who all did the shit that they thought would make them stand out. How many classically trained pianists/violinists who played La Crosse, Tennis, Chess, and water polo did one need? Sometimes too many extracurricular activities signaled a follower. A simp that did things not because they enjoyed it but because it padded their resume. He forced Tony to consider graduates from non-Ivy Leagues, those who did community-based work where they lived. More women applicants of color, especially Black and Latinx ones. He even suggested Tribal Colleges and lower-tiered public universities and colleges. He also mentioned looking at people who didn't have perfect Dean's Lists grades.

"I tell you what. I'll give you three weeks to open up the pool and bring in those types of potential interns you suggested. Pepper, give him access to the advertising bulletins," Tony said.

"That's cutting it close, Tony, we need to have interviews lined up and applicants chosen by the beginning of May."

Pepper and the other two Execs looked annoyed.

"Stevens can get it done. Give him the bulletins," Tony said, standing up.

Erik followed Tony out of the conference room.

"Let's go have lunch," Tony said.

Tony drove them to a restaurant in Pasadena. A small French café with excellent crepes filled with savory meats and sauces.

"Are you enjoying AccuTech?" Tony asked.

Erik nodded as he chewed a forkful of chicken masala crepes.

"I'm getting good reports about you. You've adjusted to the pace."

"It's cool. The LRAD work is right up my alley. That's what I'll study at school. Hands-on work will have me ahead of the curve."

"Grimaldo keeps hitting me up. He is ready for this re-match."

"I am too,"

"You sure you don't want me to bankroll you?"

"Nah."

"He tends to be at his best on his home turf."

"I'm good."

"Some things to know…"

A waiter brought over a glass of wine for Tony and sparkling water for Erik.

"We will be among a lot of royalty. I know you have excellent sartorial choices, but I need you to step up even more and have some formal clothing for at least a week—"

"A week? We'll be gone that long?"

"I'm making some business deals while I'm there, so work will be happening. You can use that time to work on the intern stuff. Pepper isn't coming with us, so I will slip you back into your old personal assistant role. She'll guide you from here. You'll need to be extra discreet while we are over there, and also be prepared for last-minute changes."

Erik ate his meal and listened.

"You sound kind of nervous," Erik said.

"Not nervous. This Jericho deal is very important and we'll be among some other industrialists and even some nefarious characters that want to see me fail. Things have to be tight and not attracting negative attention."

Erik nodded.

"I like the things you brought up at the intern meeting."

"Pepper and the others didn't sound so delighted."

"They'll get over it. It's why I put it in your hands for new outreach. Hey, are you sure about leaving for school after August?"

"Yeah. Gotta get that graduate degree."

"You should stay on at AccuTech."

Erik shook his head.

"M.I.T., Navy. That order."

Tony finished up his wine and glanced at his watch.

"Back to work," he said.

Erik stopped at Tony's office before picking up his car in the Stark garage. Devika was alone there, and her eyes seemed to light up when she saw him again.

"How was lunch?"

"Good. What do you want me to bring back from Monaco for you?"

"You don't have to bring me anything—"

"I want to."

"A t-shirt is cool-"

"T-shirt? That's so gauche. I'll bring you something classy."

"Don't spend a lot, Erik."

"I'll bring you back something that won't make your man jealous. How 'bout that?"

"Okay."

He smiled at her. The aroma of her perfume hit his nose suddenly and the scent took him back to her bedroom and the smell of her on his skin.

"I'm out," he said walking away quickly.

When his work was over for the day, he spread out on his bed nude and slipped on his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café…"

Erik's muse took him away once more. Soothed his spirit. Steadied his mind.

He was ready for Monaco.

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Bali Tour And Travel Information

Bali is only one of over 17,000 islands that make up the Republic of Indonesia and is definitely the most popular island destination for tourists. There is so much Bali travel information and advice available to help tourists, hopefully you will find all that you need to help you enjoy your stay in Bali as you read through this page and make your Bali experience as exciting and relaxing as possible.

Throughout the world, Bali is recognized as a fairy tale paradise island with sunny beaches, white sand, superb surfing, rural fishing villages, sculptured rice terraces and so much more. When you travel to Bali you are not only going to experience some of the most up market and luxurious hotels and villas available around the world, but in certain rural areas it will seem as though you are stepping back in time. Some of the Balinese people live the same way that they have done for centuries without changing with modern technology.

To most of the Balinese people religion is not only for Sundays but it is deeply ingrained and is a way of life. Hinduism is the main religion on the island and the beliefs and traditions have not been changed by the huge international tourist resorts, massive shopping malls and the many bars that are associated with many of the tourist resorts. Many of the smaller Balinese temples co-exist in between the Western influenced tourist areas. When travelling to Bali you will have to accept that sometimes the roads will be impassable due to religious ceremonies and instead of becoming impatient, enjoy the experience, after all there is nothing you can do to speed the process up. The streets are transformed into a maze of colours and costumes, with people dressed in beautiful traditional dresses and garments.Many things in Bali go a lot slower that in developed countries, so patience is one thing you will need to pack with you especially if you intend to do some travelling around Bali’s rural areas.

The people of Bali are extremely friendly and always return a smile. The politeness and courtesy you receive in any of the service industries is supreme and renowned worldwide. The services are cheap and you will always feel happy to give a tip even in the expensive restaurants and hotels due to the exceptional service and friendly attitude that greats you.

Tourism is a big source of income for the Balinese and they literally bend over backwards in order to make your stay as comfortable and happy as possible. Lot of locals take the advantages of the tourism business and work as hotels or villas employ and some of them open Bali car rental with driver service. The local currency used in Bali and all over Indonesia is the Indonesian Rupiah IDR. XE is a live currency converter that is updated as exactly as the rates change on the world market. This is great not only for planning your holiday money, but also if you need to exchange money when in Bali, you can know in advance what the actual rate is before going to the foreign money exchangers.

Balinese Etiquette

When traveling to other countries it is always a sign of respect to try and learn some of the different customs of the people. Balinese people are very accommodating and will show their appreciation that you try to follow their customs even if you don’t get it right all the time.

The following matters of etiquette, should be observed especially when travelling around Bali’s rural areas and attending special occasions and festivals.

Always take off your shoes before entering a house even if you are told not to.

Patting anyone on the head is considered very rude.

If your baby is less than six months old, don’t let it touch the ground.

Don’t use your foot to point.

Don’t hang your shirt or any clothing on a temple wall.

Don’t walk under a washing line that has underwear hanging on it if is then above your head.

When hanging up laundry put your underwear on the lowest rung.

When at ceremonies, weddings etc, sit lower than honored guests, priests and sacred objects.

Don’t step in front of someone if you can’t avoid it, adopt a submissive posture and ask forgiveness.

Never step over a sacred object or offering, be careful of this as some masks at ceremonies can be sacred. When at special events and in doubt, just don’t do it.

You can sit on cushions, but not on a pillow.

Sleep with your head pointed towards the east or north, pointed to the mountains.

When visiting temples or less casual places, wear long pants or a sarong with a selendang (scarf like cloth) tied around the waist.

It may seem sexist to many women, but it is considered extremely taboo to enter a temple while menstruating.

Getting to Bali

By Air

The main international airport is Bali’s Ngurah Rai and is a gateway to many Indonesian countries. The main airline operating here is Garuda Indonesia as well as 12 other international airlines. Ngurah Rai is situated in the south area of the island and traveling to the majority of the popular resorts will not take more that 30 minutes. If you are staying in one of the northern resorts like Ubud expect a drive of over an hour.

Daily direct flights are available from Singapore on Garuda Indonesia, and Singapore Airlines.MAS and Garuda operate direct flights from Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia), and from Hong Kong with Garuda and Cathay Pacific. Direct flights are also available from Bangkok with Thai International and Qantas. UTA flies direct from Paris, KLM fly from Amsterdam via Medan, Garuda fly from Japan and Taiwan and Garuda and Qantas fly from the Australian cities of Perth, Sydney, Melbourne, Cairns and Adelaide.

By Road or Rail from Java

Trains and buses from Java stop at Banyuwangi and a 24 hour ferry transports cars and passengers to Gilimanuk, where buses will take passengers to Denspasar.

By Sea

International cruise ships and yachts use the Bali seaports of Benoa and Padangbai. Padangbai is mostly used by the larger luxury cruise ships as Benoa is relatively small. From Lombok’s port of Lembar a ferry service is available twice daily to Padagbai and from Benoa harbor to Lembar you can catch a hydrofoil.

Bali is the departure point for cruises to Lombok, and the nearby island that people are beginning to discover are very remote an unspoiled by tourism. If you intend to visit here make sure that you consult your doctor as this is known as a high malaria area.

As with all countries, laws can change overnight and it is important to have the latest up to date information before travelling to a foreign country.

Bali Tourism Board (BTB)

BTB was established on the 1st of March 2000 formed by nine major Bali tourism associations. With the unstable business climate hamper the island, BTB is hoped to build and develop a better and more sustainable tourism industry in Bali. Considering the importance of the tourism industry and the capability of BTB in associating with government, community, and industry alike, the Governor of Bali officially recognized BTB on 10 May 2000 as the embodiment of a new partnership between the travel industry, the government, and the local community. Since then, BTB has earned the respect and support of all related government agencies, including the Indonesian Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Visit Indonesia

Visit Indonesia is an up to date Indonesian website offering anything from entry advice, dos and don’ts to banking hours events and activities.

National Portal Republic of Indonesia

The official Indonesian government website, National Portal Republic of Indonesia is for all things Indonesian/Bali related not only for tourist information and is worth looking over before leaving for your trip to Bali. If you only want to read on tourist related news and advice visit their official tourism website.

Smart traveller

This is the Australian Government’s travel advisory and consular assistance service website. Even though this site is targeted to the Australian population the advice is valuable to everyone wishing to get up to date advice on everything when you want to travel to Bali.

The Laws of Indonesia and Bali

Every major town has a police station called Resort Polisi. The Traffic Police Office is located in Denpasar, but its office hours are only 8:00 am to 12:00 noon, Monday to Saturday.

All narcotics are illegal in all Indonesian countries and using, selling or buying any drugs can result in huge fines, prison or even the death penalty. If you are caught even your own government will be unlikely to help you, so stay clear of this type of recreation.

If you lose your passport, report it immediately to the local Police station and ask for a letter with the report details. Trying to get a replacement passport can be difficult if you don’t produce this letter.

You can drive if you have an international license or one issued in one of the ASEAN countries; Brunei ,Burma, Cambodia, Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, Philippines, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam. If you want to get a motor bike or car license your application is made through the Komdak Lalulintas in Jalan Seruni. A driving test is theoretically compulsory, however you will find people who will be able to fast track your application for you, obviously for a fee.

Entry and Exit Requirements

Visa and other entry and exit conditions (such as currency, customs and quarantine regulations) change regularly. Contact the nearest Embassy or Consulate of Indonesia for the most up-to-date information.

You should ensure you have the correct, current visa at all times, otherwise you may be fined, jailed, deported or banned from re-entering Indonesia for a period of time.

Your passport must be valid for a minimum of six months from your date of arrival. Visitors may be granted a seven day visa on arrival for a fee of USD10 or a 30 day visa on arrival for a fee of USD25. Both visas are non-extend-able and non-transferable. The period of stay for visas is calculated from the day of arrival. For example, if a tourist with a seven day visa arrived on a Sunday, they must depart Indonesia the following Saturday. If the tourist departed on the following Sunday, they would be considered to have overstayed their visa. This principle also applies to 30 day visas. Fines are imposed for each additional day in Indonesia.

If you are staying in private accommodation, you are required to register with the local Rukun Tertangga (RT) Office and the local police when you arrive. If you plan to be in Indonesia for more than 90 days, you must register with the local immigration office and hold the correct visa.

Make sure your passport has at least six months’ validity and carry copies of a recent passport photo with you in case you need a replacement passport while overseas.

Important Travel Precautions

When planning a trip to a tropical place like Bali, all types of thoughts will be conjured up in your head of the possible dangers that await you and how to deal with them. The major concerns that people face are the safety of the food and water, local violence crime rate, the transportation and any common or dangerous tropical diseases. Many expats live and travel around Bali on a daily basis without any problems, but as a first time visitor there are certain precautions that you can take to ensure a safe and enjoyable holiday.

Reduce health risks before traveling to Bali.

Before trips to Bali consult your doctor to find out what the current health situation is in the area you are going to stay in and find out if there are any vaccinations required before you leave. Bali is a tropical region and does have some nasty bugs floating or flying around so it is important to know exactly where you are going to be traveling to and let your doctor know. Once you have arrived in Bali it is important to stay in the areas that you have planned to as some of the islands have different health risks that you may not be aware or prepared for. For example Lombok is considered as a higher malaria risk area than the main island of Bali and if you have not been taking malaria tablets it is not advisable to go there.

The more common vaccinations that you would be given are polio, cholera, typhoid, hepatitis A & B and malaria or whatever is prevalent at that specific time. If Bali is a regular holiday place for your vacations, it is important to visit your doctor every time you plan on going as new diseases can spring up very quickly.

Bali Travel insurance.

Traveling is risky, especially when you are going a long distance to a foreign country. Insurance won’t take the risk factor out but will help you if you do end up needing medical attention due to an accident or some disease. For short holidays, insurance is not that expensive compared to the peace of mind that it offers and you can then get on with enjoying your holiday without worrying.

Drinking Water in Bali.

Tap water is unsafe to drink in Bali. Although the quality of water throughout the island varies greatly, some coming piped, some from a well, one should always assume it is unsafe to drink without boiling. People living in Bali shower with the local water, brushing teeth etc. with no ill effects, still your drinking water should be bottled water. No matter where you stay, the tap water is unsafe for drinking, some of the luxury hotels have signs on the basins advising that their water is safe, but it is not worth the risk to drink it. Bottled water is freely available and is cheap. Even when brushing your teeth use the bottled water. When staying in tourist areas, all food is prepared with bottled water, so you are safe to eat everything including the delicious salads. Ice from these establishments is also made from bottled water and is safe, but when traveling outside tourist resorts avoid the ice and only buy drinks that are in refrigerators, not in cooler boxes covered with water and ice. All fruit and vegetables can be eaten without any worries as long as you use bottled water if you are going to make some of your own meals.

Bali Belly is not ordinary Diarrhea.

Bali is renowned for an acute gastroenteritis infection that should not be mistaken for mere holiday runs. You will know if you have caught this as you will have both diarrhea and vomiting at the same time and will feel like hell. The best thing to do is seek medical advice from a local doctor who will prescribe the needed medication to get you back up on your feet usually within 24 hours. If you do not get treatment then this can last for weeks and spoil your holiday and worst case scenario you will end up in hospital.

Small cuts & scrapes.

Small cuts can develop into serious infections due to the hot humid conditions very quickly. Wash out any cuts you get with clean bottled water and apply some Betadine. Allow the cut to air dry rather than putting a plaster on as this will make it “sweat” and take longer to heal.

Carry a first aid kit.

Learn how to use a first aid kit and take your own one with you, trying to find one locally is very difficult and those that are available are very limited. Don’t pack it in your hand luggage as it may be confiscated due to the sharp instruments.

Traveling for Medical help.

If you are staying in a villa out of town it can be difficult to get transport when most needed. When you first arrive, get a few phone numbers of reliable taxi services that operate 24 hours and store them in your phone.

Emergency Numbers in Bali. Police : 110 Fire Dept.: 113 Ambulance : 118 Search & rescue: 111,115 or 151 Operated Assisted Calls Within Indonesia : 100 International : 101

Directory Information Bali : 147 Indonesia : 106 Postal & Parcel Services.

Major hotels handle mail service, telegrams and telexes. The Central Post Office is located in Denpasar. Central Post Office Jl. Raya Puputan, Renon, Denpasar 80235. Tel: 23565. Open from Monday to Thursday : 08.00 a.m. – 02.00 p.m. Friday: 08.00 a.m. – 12.00 noon. Saturday: 08.00 a.m. – 01.00 p.m.

Poste Restante Poste Restante is an inexpensive service for overseas visitors in Bali so they can receive letters or parcels from family or friends while traveling around Bali. The services are available at the Central Post Office and at the following post offices:

Sanur Post Office: Banjar Taman, Sanur, Denpasar 80277 Kuta Post Office: Jl. Raya Tuban, Kuta, Denpasar 80361 Ubud Post Office: Banjar Taman, Ubud, Gianyar 80571. Singaraja Post Office: Jl. Gajah Mada, Singaraja 81100.

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Will Smart Home Automation Customize the Modern Living Forever?

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Smart home automation is earning swift recognition among consumers around the globe. In today's day and age, a great deal of emphasis will be presented to the technologies that produce the lifestyles comfortable, fast, and straightforward. Automation is among such booming technologies witnessing advancements regarding innovation and applications at a supersonic pace. Home automation or smart home technology involves mechanization of thermostats, security, temperature controls, and residential appliances. Introduction of Internet of products (IoT) has revolutionized smart home automation for that better. It provides automatic control of electronic and electric devices in homes. Users access these devices through wireless communication. Home appliance manufacturers from around the world are keen on inventing more potent and inexpensive devices to impel the sales and make certain customer happiness. As a result, the international need for smart home automation is flooded with groundbreaking home systems.

Singapore smart home

High Points of Smart Home Automation Technology

Smartphones may be associated with practically anything that's technology-enabled. Whether it be banking, entertainment, or home settings. The home technologies are evolving in a rapid pace. The technology is promising, convenient, and rapidly evolving. The whole world is reaching the tipping point as far as by using technology in homes, workplaces, as well as other spheres of daily human life is concerned. Artificial intelligence (AI) is an additional such technology finding its strategies daily human lives. Use of many automated devices and high-tech concepts in the consumer technology and trade events just like the Consumer Electric Show (CES) only mention the advancement in automation technology. In addition to enhancements, smart technology and smart home technology especially is expected to get easy to get to. This can be most significant high points for that consumers around the world. In addition to mechanized home features and security devices, consumers will witness the arrival of technologies like lookout cameras for pets and automated shopping. Take a look at many of the imminent trends in house automation:

Cameras for Pets Closed-circuit television or CCTV has been the original security crucial as far as home automation is involved. With the mixture of security camera systems and smart home automation, they have become even more indispensable and complicated. Combined with the standard usage for security purposes, the cameras set up in households may help dog owners monitor the activities of these pets. These cameras have motion sensors having the ability to self-activate in the event the pets move. These devices may also soothe pets which might be nervous and therefore are vulnerable to damaging furniture along with other home articles. As an illustration, the recently launched Petcube Play Interactive camera, a Wi-Fi enabled indoor pet camera that enables canine owners to check on in on their own pets through smartphones and other smart devices. Additionally, it allows interaction by using two-way audio as well as definition cam corder. The sound alerts included with the cameras notify users in case there is major events.

Wireless Kitchen Futuristic, may be the buzzword for smart home automation. Manufacturers of recent appliances for the home and technologies are attracted to adopting technologies that will provide client satisfaction and convenience. By way of example, URBANEER recently developed the initial commercially ready wireless kitchen in partnership with the Wireless Power Consortium or WPC. It's got automatic kitchen products designed using advanced technology for that utmost customer comfort and optimal using home space. These customizable products are considered to be ideal for modern homes. Following your launch of the game changing furniture line with built-in chargers by Ikea, a great many other companies have ventured into wireless charging furniture. Such a furniture transmits electricity by using electromagnetic fields by having a base plus a receiver. From lamps to side tables to stand-alone charging pads, brands like Ikea are revolutionizing the industry for home automation. Another company, Curvilux recently launched its nightstand product with attached wireless charging pad.

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A Hands-On Exercise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Word count: 5631 Summary: You hate your job, your life, and the cracks in your bedroom ceiling. Fortunately, you’ve got the chance of a lifetime after hacking—ethically hacking, that is—into Tony Stark’s systems. Unfortunately, your interview ends with you inadvertently pissing off the Winter Soldier. Will he forgive you for hacking into his arm? Warnings: mild swearing, mild sensuality, mildly unethical behavior A/N: Some of you may recognize this as my entry from @themaskedwriter! Thanks for reading—let me know what you think! xoxo

Your index finger hovers over the enter key.

“Should I do it?” you ask.

“No.” Kim’s voice brokers no argument, even with the slight lisp due to the highlighter in her teeth. She turns another page in her book.

“Hmph.”

You’re lying on the floor in Kim’s room, your legs stretched up the wall and your laptop digging into your stomach. It’s uncomfortable, but you’re trying to make the biggest decision of your life. Moving would be suboptimal.

The program you’re maybe about to run is one you’ve been working on for years. One that might land you the job of a lifetime. A teenage dream, and now a potential reality.

If.

If, if, if.

“So as far as I see it,” you start, sitting up, “there’s three ways this could go.”

Kim groans and tosses her book and highlighter aside.

“First,” you continue, holding up a finger, “this program doesn’t actually work and nothing happens.”

“That would be ideal,” Kim drawls.

“Second.” Another finger. “The program does work, but either not well enough or he’s not impressed, and I get arrested or something. Third—” you stick up a third and final finger— “it works and he’s so impressed he hires me.”

“I don’t see how any of those options are good,” Kim mutters. “You’re a failure, you get another mark on your criminal record, or you have to move.”

“For this, I’d move without complaining.”

Kim snorts. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

You prop yourself up on your knees and lean over the edge of Kim’s bed. You bat your eyelashes at her. “So you do want to see what happens.”

“Uh, no.” Kim drops her hand on your head. Her gaze is serious. “I’d be a terrible friend if I actually encouraged you in this. It’s illegal.”

“Well…”

“You have a steady job,” Kim continues.

“With a below-market salary,” you retort. You shake her hand off your head and frown up at her. “Besides, it’s boring. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life making sure social media conglomerates can steal our private information in peace.”

Kim rolls her eyes. “I don’t know if you’re using the word ‘boring’ correctly.”

“Well, whatever. I’m doing it.”

You grab your laptop off the floor and hit enter. The program starts to run.

“Oh my god, it’s working!” You jump to your feet and bounce around the room, squealing with delight. “It worked!”

The program finishes with a happy beep, and you collapse next to Kim.

The two of you wait with bated breath, staring at the screen. Minutes pass.

Nothing happens.

You glance at Kim. Her eyes are as big as saucers.

“Nothing happened,” Kim whispers.

“I realized that,” you snap. You slam your computer shut and ball your hands into fists. All that, for nothing?

God damn it.

—

“Tony?”

“Hey Bruce, c’mon in. Check it out.” Tony wheels his stool back and holds up his latest project.

Bruce Banner shuffles into the lab, a tablet under his arm and a pinched look on his face.

“What’s with the long face?” Tony asks.

“You have a message.” Bruce untucks the tablet from his arm and holds it screen side up. A holographic message appears in the air, rotating slowly.

Tony blinks as he waits for it to turn enough for him to read it. “‘Hacker for hire?’ What the heck is this?” He grabs the tablet; his free hand moves in a dizzying blur over the white code, scrolling through it at lightning speed. “Bruce, what the heck—”

“I dunno, Tony! It just showed up.” Bruce shifts his weight and crosses his arms tight across his chest.

Tony sits back in his chair and goes through the code slower. Bruce hovers at his side, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

After a minute, Tony Stark begins to laugh.

—

Three hours have passed, and still nothing. You cried on Kim’s bed, on Kim’s shoulder, and now you’re recovering from crying into your own pillow. The pillowcase is damp with your tears, but you can’t bring yourself to flip the damn thing.

You spent years working on that program, and nothing had come of it. Of all people, you thought Tony Stark would work fast. If he hasn’t reacted by now, he doesn’t care.

Or it failed, and you just don’t realize it, chimes a nasty voice in your head.

You flip onto your back and glare up at the ceiling, eyes still smarting. There’s just enough ambient light for you to make out the cobweb cracks emanating from the ceiling lamp, the yellow stain over the door, the peeling paint in the corners of the room. All the trappings of being stuck.

God, you hate this life.

You huff and curl up in a fetal position, arms tight across your chest. Luxury is absurd to imagine, but solid comfort? Something lasting, something beyond okay?

You’d almost kill for that. Hell, you’d spend years working on a project to infiltrate Stark Industries. And you hadn’t done anything really wrong. You’d just… left a message. Exposed some hairline fractures in their security.

If it had even worked.

It’s the not knowing that’s the worst of it. At this point, even the police barging in would be a welcome distraction. Then at least you’d know.

But no. You have to continue with your bland, boring, banal life.

And you have work in the morning. Your alarm is set to go off at six—public transit takes forever—and now it’s closer to one than twelve. You close your eyes and try to force yourself into serenity.

Just as you’re finally drifting off, your phone starts to ring. You jerk awake with a gasp. You snag your phone from the windowsill next to your bed—it’s an unknown number calling, one that has somehow bypassed your do-not-disturb mode. You answer it with trembling hands.

“Hello?”

“Pack a bag,” Tony Stark’s voice says. “You’ve got an interview at nine am.”

Click.

You sit up slowly. Blood rushes in your ears. It’s so loud—did you imagine the whole thing? No, the number is still there in your call history, and an email pops up—flight information for a private flight to New York.

Well then.

Maybe you don’t have work in the morning.

—

The entire travel experience is beyond bizarre. Someone—you assume it wasn’t Tony Stark himself—arranged for a taxi to pick you up at four am, and someone met you right at the airport’s entrance to take your bag. You didn’t have to lift a finger, at home or in New York.

It felt wrong. But not so wrong that you didn’t sleep on the plane, or in the car to the compound. You dread to think what you’re going to look like at nine.

By the time the sleek black car pulls up to the gates of the Avengers compound around eight thirty, you’ve straightened yourself out. From what you can see in the dark mirrored glass separating you from the driver, you look… presentable. Not your best, perhaps, but as good as could be expected on three hours’ sleep. Your clothes aren’t wrinkled, at least. Thank god you’ve kept your interview outfit hung up.

The gates open, and you stare around in wonder. You don’t know enough about architecture to name the style of the buildings, but they definitely cost a fortune to heat. Not today, though. Today it’s unseasonably warm, and the sprawling lawns are dotted with people exercising. Yoga, sparring…

You press your nose against the window, heart racing. The two men sparring not fifty feet away are Avengers! Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Your mouth goes dry at the sight—both of them are in sweatpants and short sleeves, and they are ripped. In the few seconds they’re in view, you can see clearly that the Winter Soldier’s mismatched arms are equally buff.

Now there’s a feat of engineering.

You sit back and fan your face, a private grin growing on your face. If you can keep Tony Stark’s attention, those guys are going to be your coworkers.

Nice.

From there, it’s a blur to the conference room where Tony will be meeting you in—you check your phone—twenty-two minutes. There’s a tablet waiting for you there.

“See what you can make of that before Mr. Stark arrives,” your chauffeur-cum-tour guide says as he leaves. The door shuts behind him with a click, but you’re already buried in code.

—

“Your credentials certainly are impressive.”

“Thank you,” you say.

Tony Stark tosses the clipboard with your resume on it back onto the table. He leans back in his chair and knits his fingers together in his lap. He’s dressed casually, with a band shirt under his sports jacket. “So why’d you hack into our systems?”

“I want to work with you.” You sit up even straighter and tighten your lips in determination. “The work you do is incredible. It’s as advanced as anything outside Wakanda.” Tony screws up his mouth; you suppress a smirk at his display of ego. “I’ve always wanted to be surrounded by innovation.”

“Well, your application was certainly innovative. Full of, what’s the word, gumption.”

You grin and press your hands tighter together between your legs. “I’ve got that too.”

Tony holds up the clipboard again, covering half his face. He looks between it and you, a teasing look in his eyes. You bite your tongue and wait.

Through all those years that you were working and dreaming, you’d never really thought about the interview. Somehow, you’d skipped entirely over it. Impress Tony Stark, get hired. But there’s a middle step in there. And here you are, in an interview, trying not to mess everything up.

“So what did you think of that little project I set up for you?” Tony asks, nodding to the tablet in front of you.

You flinch. You hadn’t had that long to investigate. What you had figured out seems too bizarre to be serious, but it’s all you have. And you certainly aren’t going to bullshit your way through this one.

“It’s like an artificial nervous system,” you tell him. “Or part of one. From the shape of things, I’d say it was an arm, bu—”

“Yes!” Tony jumps up from his chair, clipboard abandoned, and hurries out of the room. You stand slowly, heart pounding. Tony sticks his head back inside, a wicked grin on his face. “Bring the tablet, and come with me.”

—

There’s an arm in a box.

A metal arm in a black box on a table in a lab in the Avengers compound.

What even is your life right now?

“So here’s your hands-on practical,” Tony says gleefully. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, one hand on your shoulder, as you both peer into the shallow box on the lab table. “Get it? Hands-on?”

“Hilarious. I’m dying,” you deadpan.

“Don’t hurt yourself. Your assignment is to hack into this arm and give me a thumbs up.”

“Is that all?” you blurt.

Tony stills, eyebrows inching towards his hairline. “You say that in a very unconcerned tone of voice. That makes me concerned.” He steps back and crosses his arms. “Alright then. Your assignment is to hack into this arm and give me a thumbs up. In under thirty minutes.”

“You got it.”

You hop onto the edge of the table and cross your dangling feet. Piece of cake.

—

You stare at the arm in the box, your heart in your throat. It’s been twenty-seven minutes, and you’ve just run a program that should have reshaped the dormant arm in front of you.

But nothing happened.

Tony Stark is standing at the window overlooking the main lawn. He’s gone back to his bouncing—is something happening out there? You turn away, eyes stinging, and clear the program.

“No, no, do it again,” Tony exclaims.

You blink. You run the program again, and Tony laughs loud and bright.

“Amazing!” He shakes his head, still chuckling. You look down at the arm in the box. It hasn’t moved.

“Wha—”

There’s a slew of shouting from outside that’s muffled by the windows, but you can very clearly make out some derogatory remarks directed at—Tony?

Oh no.

“Damn,” Tony says. He pats the window and meanders towards the door, counting quietly to himself as he does.

You back away from the arm in the box, hands and tablet frozen in front of you. The arm in the box hadn’t moved.

The arm in the box wasn’t supposed to move.

That could only mean…

“Three, two, one.” Tony’s murmured countdown comes to an end.

The doors burst open, slamming against the wall and shaking the whole room. The Winter Soldier barrels inside, the muscles of his right arm in sculpted definition thanks to his tight fist. His metal arm, on the other hand, is stiff and awkward.

Stiff, awkward, and with a thumbs up.

He stalks towards Tony, who backs away quickly, his eyes snapping to you. You steady yourself on a stool and surreptitiously cancel the program.

Bucky Barnes stops in his tracks halfway to Tony and stares down at his left hand. He wiggles his fingers, bends his elbow, and makes a fist.

“What the hell did you do?” he growls at Tony.

“You think that was me?” Tony asks, hand over his heart. “Bless. It was her.” He tilts his head in your direction.

“What? No!” you gasp.

Bucky takes a single menacing step towards you before stopping in his tracks. He wrinkles his nose in surprise as he looks you up and down. When he meets your eyes again, his eyes are dark with what you assume is rage.

You’re frozen in place, too shocked to move or even speak. You’ve been obsessed with Tony Stark for years. Bucky Barnes? Not so much.

What had past you been thinking? Bucky looks ready to murder you, but he’s the sexiest person you’ve ever seen. The distant view on the drive over hadn’t done him any justice. The arms, the abs, the face, those piercing blue eyes… You can’t fight the heat rising to your cheeks. You can’t look away.

Bucky’s gaze lands on the tablet in your hand. He glances at the arm on the table between you with sudden realization. When his steely eyes dart back to yours, you suddenly realize you’re staring. You look away, cheeks hotter than ever.

“I didn’t know—” you start.

“Obviously not,” Bucky snaps. “Who even are you?”

“She’s my new hacker,” Tony says before you can answer. “So be nice, or she’ll do the same thing again.”

“I will not,” you retort. “I’m an ethical hacker, Mr. Stark.”

Tony raises his eyebrows at you. “You will not hack into Manchurian Candidate’s arm, or will not take the job?”

You blink. Oh my god. You got the job? You got the job!

“I’ll take the job!” you say quickly. Relief rushes through you; you feel like you’ve just gained ten years of your life back. You take a steadying breath and jab a finger towards Tony. “But I don’t usurp bodily autonomy for fun. Or revenge.”

“What do you usurp bodily autonomy for?” Tony asks curiously.

“Now there’s a loaded question,” you quip.

Bucky huffs and storms out of the room. You stare after him, your sudden good mood evaporating, but Tony laughs and takes the tablet out of your slack hands.

“Touché. Let’s get out of here and hook you up with the paper shufflers over in human resources.”

You follow Tony out of the lab, but your stomach sinks as you give one last look to the immobile arm in the box.

You’ve got the job. You’ve got the respect of acclaimed genius Tony Stark, your lifelong idol.

So why are you so damn upset?

—

Three weeks later is your official start date. Not enough time to find a subletter for your room in Kim’s apartment, but the salary is good enough to cover your rent for a couple months while you wait for Craigslist to work its magic.

Your new dress code is even more lax than your old job, but you still take care on day one. Everyone will be there, apparently. It’s your chance to meet the other programmers and—more excitingly—to meet the Avengers.

It’s your chance to start fresh with Bucky Barnes.

Thoughts of Bucky had plagued you from the moment he’d clapped eyes on you. If at first you’d been stunned speechless by his looks, by the time you get back to the compound on your first day you’ve been consumed by more than just his face, or his body.

You’re caught in an endless loop of admiration, shame, and desire. Admiration for his body, shame for what you’d done, and desire for forgiveness—and, if you’re honest, desire for him. You’d noticed his first surprised stare, one tinged with awareness, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d thought of you before that scowl overcame his perfect features. You’d read about him, too; you’d known some of his story, but the entirety of it was overwhelming. He’d survived the worst, and come out still a hero.

Thinking back on your own story, you wince. How often had you whined to Kim about your less-than-ideal circumstances? You can only dream of Bucky’s strength.

When Tony’s assistant shows you into the lounge, you hover awkward and unnoticed in the doorway. Most of them are sitting around a coffee table on low couches and chairs, all very upscale and very clean. You spot Tony, of course, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky. He’s at the end of one of the couches, scrolling through his phone, his metal hand toying with his hair. Even at this distance, you can see the way his eyelashes brush against his cheek. The sight of him there, so calm and—dare you say—vulnerable makes your stomach flip.

Was he still angry at you? You’d give anything to see his smile…

Tony finally notices you.

“You made it!” he calls.

Bucky whips his head up and meets your eyes. For a brief moment, his face is clear, his lips barely parted as he looks at you. Then his face darkens and he looks away. His mouth is pressed into such a thin line that his usually full lips have all but vanished. Your hopeful smile falls, your heart falling with it.

Still angry, yeah.

“Chill, man,” Tony says to Bucky. He ambles over and slings an arm around your shoulder. “You know Barnes, of course. Did you know he killed my parents?”

Bucky stalks away without another word. You shrug Tony’s arm off. Ice settles in your veins.

You do know who killed Tony’s parents.

And it wasn’t Bucky Barnes.

“Tony—can I call you Tony?”

“Absolutely.” He beckons over the others, who approach slowly. You recognize Falcon, Scarlet Witch, the Black Widow. There are others too, but you pull your focus back to Tony. You set your jaw and steel your nerves.

“If you use me as an accessory to pull any more bullshit on Mr. Barnes over there, you will not like the results.”

Tony raises his eyebrows and whistles low. “Alright, alright. Just having a little fun.”

“I guess we have different ideas of fun,” you say stiffly, arms crossed.

“Tony grows on you,” the Black Widow says. “But she’s right, Tony. Anyway, she’s new. Don’t drag her into the drama on day one.”

“Wait until day two, at least.” Falcon—Sam Wilson—elbows Tony aside and grins at you. “If you aren’t going to introduce us, Tony, get out of the way, will you?” His smile is contagious; there’s a gap between his teeth that only makes him look more charming. “I’m Sam. Nice to meet you. A real pleasure.”

You beam up at him. “Nice to meet you, Sam.”

You shake hands with the rest of the team—Wanda, Natasha, Scott, James, and Vision—while Bucky ignores the proceedings in favor of burying himself in his phone once again, this time at the other end of the room.

By the time Tony escorts you out ten minutes later, you’re already struck by the familiarity they all have together. There’s a camaraderie you’ve never had with a group of friends, much less at work. Latent tensions are there too—Tony or Bucky seem to be the center of most of them—but they aren’t enough to split the group.

It’s like they’re a family.

Your heart clenches at the thought. A family. Not a perfect one, but a real one. Maybe one day you’ll be part of it.

One day.

For now, you trail after Tony as he leads you back to the same lab you’d been in when you met Bucky Barnes. Tony’s talking about the launch of his last project; you’re too distracted to pay proper attention.

You hadn’t anticipated how much things would change. None of your other job changes were this hard—but none of your other jobs had ever been anything as insane as this. You’ll get used to it, in time.

You hope.

“You know,” Tony says out of nowhere, “you have got gumption. I like you, kid.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Barnes and I don’t get on great. For obvious reasons. And he’s a real easy target—he goes right off. Guy has no chill.”

You bite your lip. If Bucky has no chill, maybe Tony shouldn’t push at him. But you’re not sure you want to say that out loud. You’ve served enough gumption for one day.

God forbid you ruin everything.

But Tony glances at you and grins. “I can tell what you’re thinking. Pepper says the same thing, really. Sorry I dragged you into it, but I hadn’t managed to crack the safety features on his arm, and I’ve been dying to do it since he got here. Thought it’d be pretty harmless, all things considered.”

He pushed the doors to the lab open. If you weren’t so damn distracted, you’d be giddy with delight. This is where you work now. Holy shit.

Still, you can’t get to business while you’re still so distracted with thoughts of Bucky Barnes and his scowl.

“Well,” you say hesitantly, “after decades of having no autonomy, I can see why he was so upset. And I don’t really want him to hate me. I have to work with him, after all.”

“Eh, he’ll get over it.” Tony settles in his wheeling stool. From a workstation, he makes a hand gesture and—holy shit, blue holographic images blow up into life-size. And thank god, it’s not Bucky’s arm.

It’s the Iron Man suit.

Half of you is screaming internally. The Iron! Man! Suit! This is real! It is real! You let out a slow breath as you approach.

Meanwhile, your other half wants to strangle Tony for his callousness. And of the two halves, you’d rather talk about Bucky than let Tony Stark know how impressed you are. Even if it means that Tony gets an inkling of how much Bucky is consuming your thoughts.

“He seemed pretty pissed at me,” you say. You reach up and play around with a holographic cube that Tony sends your way.

“There is that.” Tony strokes his goatee as he runs through the schematic. He highlights a few areas—knees, blasters, visor—and then says, “How about I let you get away with one—just one—little bit of revenge?”

You blink. “Revenge?”

“Yeah.” Tony keeps up with his work even as his words come fast and easy. “You can make peace with Barnes by hacking into something of mine. Just once, mind, and nothing dangerous.” He slants a grin your way. “You’re ethical, right?”

“It’s in the job description,” you answer automatically. You sit against a lab table, bemused. Tony Stark is weird. Who volunteers to get hacked? By their employee, no less.

But you’re intrigued. Working with Bucky, redeeming yourself in his eyes by playing a harmless prank? He seems serious, but maybe this will be the thing to mellow him out. Maybe this will be the thing that makes him smile.

All you have to do is get him to listen to you, and you can do it.

“Alright,” you say. “You’re on.”

—

Of course, getting Bucky to listen to you involves actually getting within speaking distance. It takes two and a half weeks. You get to know everyone else—Sam, Natasha, Wanda, even Pepper to a degree—but Bucky avoids you like the plague. Every time you catch sight of him, you only just manage to catch his attention before he flees. Sometimes he blanches, sometimes he flushes, but regardless of his expression he’s gone before you can corner him.

If you didn’t have a mission, you would have given up on day two. But you have a plan, and you’re too set on it to focus on the pain in your chest every time his eyes widen and look pointedly away.

Finally, you catch him. You’re heading down the stairs in the atrium, humming gone off-key with the bounce in your step, when Bucky starts up. He’s buried in his smartphone—typical, you think—and you stop short in surprise. He’s in exercise clothes again, a tight t-shirt and low-slung sweats that make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You’ve been surrounded by superheroes for weeks, but the sight of this one is still enough to bring fire to your cheeks.

Bucky only looks up when he’s five steps below you, and he freezes like a deer in headlights. His blue eyes are wide as dinner plates. He backs down a step.

“Wait,” you blurt. You take a step after him and hold out a hand. “Please don’t run away again.”

Bucky glances around. There are people in the atrium. No one is looking at him, not yet, but you can guess what he’s thinking the second he turns back to you with his jaw set. If he runs off, someone’s bound to notice.

“What do you want?” he says curtly.

It’s the first word he’s said to you since your interview. You swallow.

“I wanted to apologize,” you tell him. His eyebrows go up, and you surge ahead. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I thought I was working on the arm in the box. If I’d known, I never would have—”

“Yeah,” Bucky says. “I know.”

What? What the fuck!

You gape. “If you know that, why are you still angry at me?”

He blinks. “I’m not—” He runs a hand through his hair, looks aside, shifts his weight. “I’m not angry at you.”

You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Is he for real? “You literally run out of the room every time I come in.”

He draws his lower lip into his mouth, then lets it out with a pop. Your eyes drop to his perfect mouth, even as you scold yourself for staring so blatantly. But when you finally meet his eyes again, he still looks nervous.

“It’s not ‘cause I’m angry,” he mumbles, dropping his eyes. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, but you catch yourself before you stare too long.

“Well, then what is it?”

How did this go from you apologizing to you grilling him?

“It’s ‘cause you’re cute and I yelled at you,” he blurts.

Oh.

Well.

That changes things. You lick your lips, heart beating as fast as rainpatter. “But… you didn’t yell at me.”

Bucky shuffles his feet. His shyness is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. With his cheeks tinged pink and his eyes low, he’s every inch the bashful daydream.

“Maybe not,” he says, “but I wasn’t nice. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Okay.” You step down a step, then another. Bucky’s head inches up until he meets your eyes. You smile down at him, too happy to care if he thinks you’re odd. “You know, while we’re on the subject, you’re cute too.”

Bucky’s breathless laugh is full of relief. He pulls his hands out of his pockets and steps closer to you, his blue eyes bright. The little crinkles on his nose and around his eyes are to die for. “Doesn’t it bother you that I was a jerk?”

You shrug. “You apologized. Tony was more of a jerk than you, frankly.” You glance back upstairs towards the lab with a frown. “I do not get how a guy that smart didn’t realize how awful that prank was.”

“I survived.” Bucky’s lips curve into a smirk. “So did he, thanks to you.”

He comes another step up, and you’re suddenly all too aware of how close you’re standing. You catch your breath, eyes flitting from his eyes to his mouth and—

Bucky stiffens and steps back, cheeks pink again, as someone goes down the stairs, passing you without any acknowledgement. A stranger, one of many you’ve yet to meet. You watch them until they’re out of earshot, then smile hopefully at Bucky.

“So,” you drawl, “how do you feel about some revenge pranking?”

—

“These vents are too small even if I lose the arm,” Bucky complains. He screws the grate back over the vent in your room with a sigh.

You snort.

“It’s almost like they were designed with you in mind,” you tease.

Bucky sticks his tongue out and throws the screwdriver at you; you duck. It bounces harmlessly on the mattress by your outstretched legs. He laughs when you sit back up and make a face.

“Wasn’t gonna hit you,” he tells you, leaning over to retrieve it.

Your heartbeat ramps up; he’s close again, dangerously close. When he grins up at you, you clench your hands into fists to keep from pulling him closer.

Bucky goes back to screwing in the grate, and you bury yourself in your computer, cheeks blazing.

—

You’re sitting next to Bucky on his enormous bed, both of you with laptops on your knees. He’s got a video feed of the conference room open; you’re watching over his shoulder. Your computer has a program waiting to be run.

You both watch with bated breath as Tony makes his way into the conference room, flanked by Happy Hogan.

“Okay, now!”

You hit enter. The program runs, code scrolling into life on your laptop before you toss it aside and quickly tug Bucky’s computer midway between you.

The projected backdrop in the conference room goes black; the sound system whirs to life.

“Do you seriously think this is going to go over?” Bucky mutters.

“Shh! Just wait.”

A distinctive dance-pop beat blares out of the speakers. The crowd of journalists and media bloggers is silent for a beat, and then lets out a chorus of groans and laughs. Rick Astley’s voice begins the famous refrain: “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down…”

You bite your lip to keep your grin from hurting your face. On Bucky’s screen, Tony stares into the camera and mouths, “Very funny.” He rolls his eyes and starts chatting into the microphone. “Sorry, folks,” he says, “we just have to wait it out. But after that, I promise I have something serious to say…”

Bucky sets his computer further down the bed and links his arms behind his head.

“It would have been more fun to watch from a vent,” he muses. “Then again, it would have been more fun if we’d gone with my idea.”

You giggle. “I did promise it’d be harmless.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and your ethics.” Bucky’s voice is teasing, warm. He twists to face you, his eyes bright. “Still, shooting a bunch of paint bullets at him during a press conference would’ve been much more interactive.”

“You’re welcome to do that on your own time,” you tell him. “I’m confident you could manage it without my skills.”

“I probably could,” Bucky agrees. He smiles and inches closer. “But why would I?”

You swallow. Bucky’s hip is touching yours; his hand is propped behind you, boxing you in. Your eyes dart to his mouth as he licks his lips. “For—revenge?”

Bucky slides his free hand—the metal one; oh lord, he can feel with that—up your leg until he’s gripping your thigh. The pressure is delicious, intoxicating; he’s so close—

“Revenge is for suckers,” he murmurs. His dark eyes drink you in, and then your eyes flutter shut as he ducks even closer. “The whole point was you.”

Then he kisses you.

There’s a roaring in your ears; it drowns out everything but the feel of him. His lips feel as perfect as they look—soft, plump, warm, alive—and in seconds you’re a mess. His grip on your thigh tightens, and his arm by your back circles your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair, and when you tug, he turns to putty in your eager hands.

By the time he pulls back, you’re out of breath. His lips are fuller than ever, swollen and pink and perfect. You stroke his hair, then trace his mouth as he watches you, eyes dark.

All in all, a much better hands-on exercise than the one Tony had made you do.

The Rick Astley song finally ends, and Tony’s voice cuts through your and Bucky’s heavy breathing. The two of you make a face, and the mirrored expression prompts a laugh from you both. Bucky reaches over and slams his computer shut.

“Well,” he says, eyes twinkling, “what are the ethics of dating a coworker?”

You suck in a breath. “It depends,” you say. “Will you be good?”

Bucky’s smirk is dark and full of promise. “Depends,” he says huskily. You shiver; his voice goes straight through you. He chuckles and strokes your cheek. “For you, I’ll sure as hell try.”

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