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bellaxgiornata · 2 years ago

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Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-one: "The Time You Did Tell Him"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt stops by your apartment as Daredevil, clearly bothered by something that happened to him that night. Eventually you confess your feelings for him and you both share an intimate moment together.

You finally tell Matt you love him. And then you ride him on your couch.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: So this is fluff and a smutty smupdate! Reader is starting to get a bit bolder, which gradually continues as the series progresses! You can find all of the installments for this series currently on tumblr listed here.

Sitting cross-legged on your couch, you cuddled into the plush blue blanket wrapped around the back of you. You were clutching one of the soft couch pillows to your chest with both hands, eyes glued to your television.

It was Friday night, the week had been long and Matt was out doing his Daredevil thing. And you were not in the mood for the barrage of horror movies that were taking over every channel this month, so you’d settled on finally catching up on Bridgerton. It had been awhile since you’d watched it–truthfully since you’d come back from Foggy and Marci’s wedding. Because really, who needed to live vicariously through a fictional steamy relationship when you had Matthew Murdock as a boyfriend? He was the living embodiment of steamy relationship–especially when it came to charming compliments and mind-blowing sex. Even if he did dress up in what equated to a Halloween costume a few nights a week punching criminals senseless.

Currently you were entranced on the episode in your darkened apartment, having settled in to binge with the lights off. You were absently chewing on your thumbnail, practically holding your breath and waiting for the two characters on screen to actually kill you before the sexual tension did, when three rhythmic knocks came from somewhere near the left of your television. You screamed, throwing the pillow into the air as your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

Eyes wide, you focused your attention to where the sound had come from and found Daredevil outside of your window crouched on your fire escape with a wide smile spread over his face. He looked like he was laughing at how he’d startled you, the beautiful bastard. As if he sensed your eyes on him–and who the hell knew with that man, maybe he did–he raised a gloved hand and exaggeratedly waved at you. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the remote and paused your show before getting off of the couch and crossing the room towards the window. You opened it and stepped aside, letting him climb through as the cool October air blew into your apartment with him.

“I’m sorry,” Matt said, humor in his tone as he pulled his other leg through the window, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t realize how focused on that show you were.” He shot you a little smirk, and with most of his face obscured by his helmet it was hard to miss the intent in it. "Though with how invested in it you seemed to be I should have figured."

You closed the window behind him, locking the cold back out as a blush crept over your cheeks at having been caught being mildly turned on from the whole romance of the show. Turning towards him, you took in the sight of his amused expression. “You should make more noise when you show up, Matt,” you informed him, ignoring his other comment, "with how much you sneak up on me in my apartment. You're like a damn ninja and I need you to be more of a bumbling elephant. "

“Bumbling elephant?" he asked, his gloved hands landing on your hips and drawing you into him. "I'm not sure I can quite manage that."

"Of course you can't," you muttered. "You're too far from being a bumbling elephant to begin with." The grin he shot you had your eyes darting away from him for a moment. “So uh, I thought you were going to be out for awhile tonight?” you asked, clearing your throat.

From your peripheral you gradually saw his grin morph into something gentler as he gazed back at you, the horned helmet still covering half his face. That caught your attention and you eyed him curiously.

"Yeah, I was planning on it but I just…" he stopped, voice trailing off.

You could see the way his cheeks were twitching, the muscles working as if he was thinking hard about something. Immediately you knew something had happened while he was out and you became a little nervous, wondering what would have him showing up at your apartment like this.

Hesitantly you stepped closer to him, hands carefully lifting the helmet from his head, his face slowly revealing itself to you. The expression in his eyes was soft as they focused along your neck. You turned, setting his helmet on the corner of your television stand behind you before you returned your attention to him, running your hands through his hair to fix the mussed pieces. A gentle smile slipped onto his mouth, his hands still on your hips lightly rubbing affectionate circles over the fabric of your sweatpants.

"Something happen tonight?" you asked him carefully.

"Yeah," he answered softly.

Licking your lips, you noticed how he didn’t say more. You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously before you grabbed one of his gloved hands from off your hips and pulled him further into your apartment and towards the couch. "How about I get you a glass of water?" you asked.

"That'd be great," he said, his voice still gentle. “Thank you.”

You eyed him curiously for a moment, unsure what to make of his tone and the warm, fond expression on his face as he tracked your movements to the kitchen.

"Are you going back out?" you called over to him as you filled a glass.

"No," he answered when the faucet had turned back off. "I uh, I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight?"

Your eyes narrowed, even more curious as you made your way back towards him. Handing him the slightly cool glass of water, you wondered what had happened tonight and what was going through his mind.

"Of course you can stay, Matty," you assured him. "I'll go grab you a shirt and some pants so you can get comfortable. I'll be right back."

Heading into your bedroom, you began pulling out one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants from your dresser. You hesitated a moment, a slow smile creeping onto your mouth as you took in the sight of his clothes sitting next to yours. A warm feeling flooded you as you closed the drawer and headed back out towards your living room.

You found Matt half undressed, his Daredevil suit no longer covering his upper body when you returned. Trying not to stare too much you quickly set the clothes on the coffee table before heading over to help. You unbuckled a few straps around his leg, releasing the billy club holster and setting it aside. Matt began sliding out of the rest of the suit, your eyes drawn to his ass as he bent over in his dark boxers.

He huffed out a laugh as he pulled the suit off his last leg. "I can practically feel your eyes on my ass, sweetheart," he teased.

You immediately glanced away, biting your lip as you grabbed his sweatpants from the coffee table. "I don't know what you're talking about," you mumbled awkwardly.

He rose back upright, accepting the sweatpants from you with a smile on his face.

"You…want to talk about whatever clearly happened tonight?" you asked him.

For a moment he stood there, sweatpants in hand as he stared at you for a long while. You felt your heart increase under that fond expression on his face. Slowly he began unfolding the pants.

"There was an older gentlemen whose wife had a heart attack tonight. Outside of their apartment," he told you, his focus on pulling the sweatpants up his legs. His voice was low as he continued, and you listened intently, your own expression softening. "I helped him get an ambulance in time for her. Waited around the hospital for a bit after. She was thankfully alright in the end," he said, tone still oddly quiet. "I checked back in with the man after things had settled down. He uh, he told me about how long they'd been together. All these stories about their lives together. Dates they'd been on," he said, a faint smile on his mouth. "And I'd felt how terrified he was, how afraid he was to lose her tonight and I just–just felt like I had to be there, you know?” You nodded lightly in response before he continued on. “And then after, when she was okay," he said softly, his gaze landing on your left shoulder, "I just…felt like I had to be here."

Your hands fidgeted nervously in front of you at his words, the look on his face doing something to your heart. “Oh,” you breathed out. “I–I’m glad to hear she was alright.”

He crossed the few feet of space between the pair of you, disregarding his shirt on your coffee table. You felt your breath coming in shallower with him standing before you, clad in just sweatpants that were slung low on his hips and that warm, affectionate gaze directed fully on you. If he kept it up you might actually forget how to breathe.

His hands landed on your hips carefully, slowly drawing you into him before one of his hands made its way up to your chin. Fingers gently grasping it, he tilted your face up towards his. You swallowed hard, unable to read the expression in his eyes–despite being sightless, they were far from emotionless. Gradually he leaned closer towards you and your eyes fluttered closed, expecting him to lean in for a kiss until you felt his forehead lightly come to rest against yours.

Eyes opening, you glanced at Matt before you. His own eyes were closed, that unreadable expression still drawn across his face. The hand he still had on your hip tugged you in further against his body before gliding towards your lower back and holding you to him, fingers splayed wide over your over-sized tee-shirt. His other hand came to cup your right cheek, his thumb gently gliding back and forth along your skin.

Your lips parted, your body being filled with a warmth that wasn’t just from your growing arousal. Your hands tentatively made their way to his solid and bare chest, a soft sigh falling from Matt the moment you touched him. Both of your breaths were mingling in the miniscule amount of space still between both of your parted lips. When he shifted his forehead against yours, his nose lightly bumping into your own, the words almost came out.

“Matt, I–”

You stopped yourself, heart rate drastically climbing, the organ itself pounding so hard in your chest you could actually feel your pulse vibrating through your entire body. He tensed against you, you could actually feel his muscles contract as if in anticipation. His eyebrows had even pulled together just a little when you’d stopped yourself, the corner of his mouth tugging downwards almost imperceptibly.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Please, say it.”

A shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps abruptly rising along your forearms. Did he know what you’d been about to say? But how could he?

Trying to calm your breathing, your eyes focused on his mouth so close to yours. You could feel the heat of his breath blowing over your mouth with each of his exhales. Summoning whatever courage you had, feeling so lightheaded from your shallow breaths that you might faint, you nervously whispered, “I–I love you, Matthew.”

Instantly you saw his lips curl up into a large smile; a happy, contented hum came from his throat. His nose intentionally bumped against yours this time, the hand on your lower back somehow holding you tighter to him.

“Say it again,” he begged, lips so close they were grazing yours as he spoke.

“I love you, Matthew,” you breathed out, repeating the confession.

His mouth gently landed on yours, kissing you only briefly before he broke away. He whispered your name immediately after, the sound drawing a shuddering breath from your mouth. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “And I have been dying to hear you say that for weeks. Ever since that charity event when I figured out why your body would occasionally have a meltdown around me,” he admitted with a light chuckle. “I…wanted to hear you say it first. But you were taking so long I almost lost my resolve and said it so many times before now.”

“You knew?” you asked breathlessly. Your mind was still trying to take a few minutes to mentally wrap around the fact that this man loved you back.

He smiled, nodding his forehead against yours. “I figured there was only one thing that you could be holding back saying–one thing that would make your body react like it had been around me–that you’d be that terrified to just tell me.”

Still feeling lightheaded, especially with how close he still was to you after that big revelation, you asked, “Why were you waiting for me to say it?”

“Because you’re always so timid,” he whispered, thumb continuing to stroke your cheek affectionately again. “I wanted to hear you be the one to say it first. Wanted you to find your voice and tell me how you felt.” He slipped in a quick peck to your lips, grinning after. “I love you,” he whispered.

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread over your own lips, your hands sliding up his chest and wrapping around the back of his neck. “I love you, too,” you murmured, nerves still rolling in your stomach at finally saying it and hearing it in return.

“And now,” he said, the grin growing on his face, the hand he had on your back slowly snaking its way towards your stomach, “I want to show you how much I love you.”

His lips were back on yours, the hand on your cheek holding your mouth firmly to his as he kissed you earnestly. Your mouth reacted immediately, matching the eager pace. You felt his right hand slip down past the waistband of both your sweatpants and your underwear, two warm fingers lightly rubbing along your clit soon after. You hissed in pleasure at the contact, your fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck in response, heat flooding your body instantly.

Matt’s mouth was soon at your neck, placing open mouthed kisses underneath your jaw. The sensation was shooting warm jolts of pleasure all through your body as your head fell back, a moan falling out of your mouth.

“Take your clothes off,” Matt ordered, lips still at your neck.

You began tugging your shirt up, Matt inevitably and unfortunately having to remove his mouth from your neck when you needed to pull the shirt over your head. He took the opportunity to slide his sweatpants and boxers off as you slipped your own sweatpants and underwear down your legs. Hands fumbling with your bra clasp as you stepped out of your clothes, you quickly tried to remove your bra as your eyes focused on Matt's growing erection before you.

And you found yourself abruptly overcome with the desire to ride him on your couch, your face heating at the thought.

Just as your bra fell to the floor, Matt's hands were on your body, tugging you into him. Chewing your bottom lip roughly, feeling moderately emboldened by the knowledge that Matt loved you, you tentatively raised a hand to his bare chest. He paused, stopping from leaning into you for what you suspected was another kiss. His brows drew together, a small crease forming between them. Timidly, you gently pushed him back towards your couch and he took one step back. A little thrill shot through you as he did and you pushed him a bit more firmly towards your couch a second time. He stepped backwards, the back of his legs hitting your couch as a coy smile slid across his mouth. He sat, staring expectantly back up at you before him. Ignoring any and all self-conscious thoughts trying to force their way to the forefront of your mind right now, you focused on Matt’s beautiful naked body seated on your couch waiting for you.

“Maybe I want to show you,” you whispered.

Gradually you placed your right knee on the couch beside his left thigh before drawing your left knee up onto the couch until you were effectively straddling his lap. Your hands lightly landed on his shoulders, your eyes never leaving his face. Somehow the expression on his face, one of excited anticipation, had begun to ease some of the nerves in your body at the position you had found yourself in.

Because you were determined to ride Matthew Murdock until you made him feel as good as he always made you feel.

While your left hand steadied yourself atop Matt, your right hand snaked its way up his neck and to his chin, gently tilting his face towards yours. He smiled warmly up at you, his hands coming to rest on both of your hips. Exhaling softly, you lowered yourself to his lap until your slickened cunt could grind slowly along the underside of his cock. Matt's fingers dug into the flesh of your hips in response, a faint moan leaving his mouth. Without thought or hesitation, your lips dropped down to his, the sounds of his pleasure now muffled against your mouth as you kissed him.

Your tongue swiped along his lip, pleased when he eagerly allowed it to slip inside of his mouth. Surprising even yourself, your tongue began lapping into Matt's mouth over and over with a determined focus, relentlessly drawing quiet little moans from his throat into your own mouth. The sound of him exhaling sharper and sharper breaths from his nose as you did was only drawing more dampness between your thighs as your hips picked up their pace, grinding yourself harder along the length of him. Focused on his mouth, you didn’t realize he’d released a hand from your hip, drawing it back and placing a smack against your ass before it returned to roughly gripping your hip.

Slipping your tongue out of his mouth, you gasped out, the sting of his hand leaving a warm sensation in its place. Switching your focus, your right hand tilted his head back along the backrest of the couch, your hips moving almost aggressively along him at this point. But while your hips were moving confidently, your mouth timidly made its way to his throat. Though the moment your lips lightly kissed the warm, sensitive skin of his neck, you audibly heard Matt's breath hitch beside your ear. Spurred on by his reaction, you slowly swiped the tip of your tongue up the side of his neck, a shock of excitement rolling through you when a deep rumble of a growl vibrated underneath your tongue. Your hips ground down harder against him.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispered.

You glanced up, watching the expression of pleasure draw itself across his face in the glow of the paused television show–brows pulled together, his eyes clamped shut, his lips parted as soft pants expelled from between them. Smiling a little triumphantly, you lowered back to his neck and more firmly licked the flat of your tongue up along the pulse point of his throat and delighted when his hips roughly bucked up into you as something like a whine flew from him. Curiously, you placed a kiss to that spot on his neck, noticing the way in which his jaw tightened just above you. He whispered your name, the sound of it mixed in with his rough pants had your cunt throbbing along his cock. You sucked the skin into your mouth next, focusing on the spot that was drawing something like a whimper from him.

"I'm going to cum," he rumbled out, voice strained, "with the way you keep grinding on me and kissing my neck. And sweetheart," he said, and you paused, taking in the sight of him looking as if he truly was refraining from letting go beneath you already, "I really want to feel you before I do."

"Sorry," you whispered, straightening up in his lap.

His eyes instantly snapped open, focusing around your chin. "No, don't apologize," he quickly told you. "You like this–letting loose, taking control, feeling comfortable enough to do that with me," he ground out between gritted teeth, clearly trying to rein himself in. "It's incredibly sexy and I'm having a hard time holding back because of it."

“Yeah?” you asked him curiously.

He nodded, his head still laying along the backrest as his eyes were still on your chin. “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart,” he murmured.

You rose on his lap, lowering your right hand and grabbing his hard, throbbing cock. Carefully you lined him up with your slickened slit and gently lowered–immediately you had to stop, barely fitting much of him inside of you before you hissed at the expected and delicious feel of him stretching you. Matt, on the other hand, had let out a low groan, his eyes clamping shut again as his head rolled back on the couch just from the feel of the briefest bit of his cock slipping inside of you. And that had you gripping his broad shoulders firmly with both of your hands.

After a moment, you slowly sunk lower until he was entirely sheathed inside of your cunt. You were panting yourself now, eyes closed as you adjusted to that fullness he always filled you with. And fuck if you didn’t love the feel of his cock buried inside of you. The feel of it alone had your cunt fluttering around him as you circled your hips briefly, delighting in the little whines he emitted in response.

Matt’s head rolled further back on the backrest as he inhaled a sharp, shuddering breath. “Shit,” he breathed out. “I love how your beautiful pussy always takes a minute to fit me.” His jaw clenched, his eyes still tightly closed. “I can feel every twitch and it's so good . You feel so fucking good.”

The topic of conversation clenched around him again at the compliment and Matt moaned yet again. Carefully you rose up along his cock, eyes focused on Matt’s face below you, before you slowly eased back down on him. He hummed out a contented noise in response and you repeated the motion, nails digging into his shoulders a little. You took your time for a minute, slowly rising up and eventually slamming harder and harder down onto him until the pair of you were gasping every time you felt him roughly bottoming out inside of you.

Soon your hips had picked up their pace and you were fucking Matt steadily, watching as he was falling apart under you. The sight was like nothing you’d experienced before, especially not with him. It felt empowering watching the infamous Daredevil literally whimpering beneath you as you fucked him. A string of curses flew out of him, brows drawn tight together as his hips occasionally fucked up into you. You felt your orgasm slowly building deep inside of you when one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, encouraging your pace.

Your forehead lowered, your hips fiercely bouncing you along Matt’s cock with a vicious pace now. His head instantly rolled back up off the couch, his own forehead coming to rest against yours. You were both breathing heavily, mouths just an inch apart, your exhales mingling in the small space between you. His other hand left your hip, sliding its way up your back before his fingers roughly dug into it, pulling you closer. His mouth was attacking yours a second later, feverishly kissing you in an onslaught of tongue, lips, teeth, and saliva. You felt like you were going to have a sensation overload from all of the stimulation.

“You’re getting close,” he whispered against your mouth, his forehead still against yours.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

Your hips were still forcefully ramming into Matt repeatedly, not even remotely slowing down. He was right, you were on the edge of your climax, just needing that one little push to send you toppling over.

“So am I, sweetheart,” he grunted out. “You think you can–” he paused, gritting his teeth as his hand on your back pushed your chest further into his, “–think you can cum with me?”

You felt your cunt tightening around him–fuck you were so goddamn close. Nodding vigorously against his forehead, your eyes focused on him beneath you, your right hand released his shoulder to cup his cheek. Immediately his eyes opened, glancing up at you curiously. You leaned in and kissed him, sucking that plump bottom lip into your mouth. He held tight to you where his hands were currently positioned on your body–one on your back and one on your left ass cheek–before he started thrusting up into you furiously from below. You cried out in surprise, feeling your walls tightening instantly around his cock. The beginning of your orgasm started to crest over you at the sensation of him driving himself so fucking hard into you.

A loud, strangled moan came from Matt’s mouth seconds later as your mouth dropped down, sucking the skin along his neck. You felt his hips beginning to stutter underneath yours shortly after. The sound of him loudly calling out your name as he came inside of you had your lips slipping from his neck. Your head fell back along your shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head behind closed lids as you felt yourself squeezing his cock. He shifted before you, his own mouth attaching itself to your neck as he lapped at you with his tongue.

“ Fuck, Matt ,” you choked out, hips still bouncing along him.

One of Matt’s hands quickly found its way to the front of you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing just right, drawing your orgasm out longer than you thought was humanly possible.

“That’s it,” Matt encouraged you, mouth moving along your throat as he spoke, your toes curling at his voice. “Cum for me, beautiful.”

You felt like you were barely breathing by the time you reached the end of your orgasm. Sweat-slicked forehead collapsing down onto Matt’s shoulder, you were exhausted and pleasure drunk. His head shifted beside you, planting a gentle kiss to your temple as he continued to expel a few hard breaths himself.

“Was that more satisfying than watching that little romance drama that was getting you worked up?” Matt teased.

A tired smile spread across your mouth that was still pressed into his sweaty shoulder. “Someone jealous of a television show?” you teased back.

“Well it was apparently turning you on,” he joked.

“Mmm,” you hummed against his skin, “nothing like you do.”

He chuckled underneath you, the movement shaking you lightly along the couch. Matt took a moment, raising your hips and letting his cock slip out of you before he readjusted you on his lap. Your head remained comfortably against his shoulder, not bothering to move.

“That was incredibly sexy, by the way,” he told you. “Anytime you want to take charge, sweetheart, you are more than welcome to.”

A flush crept up your cheeks, realizing exactly what you’d just done and wondering how the hell you’d mustered the courage to mount him on your couch and ride him until he was a mess beneath you.

But you sure as shit enjoyed it.

“Good to know,” you whispered a little shyly into his shoulder.

“Hey,” Matt said, lightly shrugging the shoulder you were resting on until your face turned towards him. His gaze was focused along your right cheekbone, a warm smile on his mouth as looked down at you. “Don’t. Don’t go feeling like you need to hide from me, sweetheart. I can feel you getting nervous on me.” His large palm rubbed a soothing circle along your back as his eyes creased at the corners. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t hide from me.”

You couldn’t fight the smile settling onto your face as you looked back up at him from your place along his shoulder. “I love you, too, Matt,” you whispered back.

He leaned forward, planting a kiss to your forehead. When he pulled back, his hand lightly patted your back. “We should probably get cleaned up, though.”

Your face turned, burying itself back into him. You mumbled something into his shoulder but it came out muffled.

“What?” Matt asked.

Turning your head just a bit, you repeated awkwardly, “I literally can’t move my legs. They’re dead after that. Completely fucking mush.”

He fell into a fit of laughs underneath you and you couldn’t resist joining in, lightly swatting his arm.

“Not all of us are goddamn superheros with the bodies to go with it,” you countered.

His laughter faded out but a large smile remained on his face as he looked back at you. “I love your body exactly as it is, mushy legs included, sweetheart.”

“ Matt !” you hissed, though you couldn’t resist the laugh that fell out of you again.

He began shifting underneath you, helping you off of his lap and onto the couch beside him as he chuckled. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” he assured you with a gentle pat on your thigh.

He rose from the couch and you watched as the dim light from the television lit his naked body before he headed down the hall towards your bathroom. Your eyes lowered, appreciating just how great his ass looked, especially with nothing covering it.

“I can feel you staring at my ass again,” he called back over his shoulder.

Your eyes widened instantly. “How can you possibly tell?” you asked him in disbelief.

His answer was a bark of laughter before he disappeared into your bathroom.

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clatterbane · 2 months ago

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I really am an idiot sometimes.

A little while ago, I referred somebody else to one of the videos from this playlist, because they really are helpful. I got a lot of good out of them as a new wheelchair user. Then I decided to check out a few more that I don't think I had watched before:

Then I got to this one!

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️BATHROOM WHEELCHAIR TRANSFERS

...And immediately started coveting her very practical setup.

A lot of things are easier for me, with full use of my lower body minus a foot. I'm thankfully fine without any kind of help--or am I really? 😮‍💨

We have been in this place for 3 years come Christmas time, and this here's the extent of my own showering arrangement:

That's it! I've got the same slightly wobbly-feeling stool that I got to fit into our roughly phone booth sized shower stall back in London, which will luckily slide back in under the sink out of the way when it's not needed. Plus a dedicated brush to make it easier to scrub out that deep tub. (Which I did indeed mark with tape, to try and make sure nobody uses it for anything else! 😬)

Sometimes I will skip the seat, and just haul my wet slippery carcass in and out of the bottom of the tub. I rarely want to soak, but it works pretty well to spray yourself off that way. But, especially if I don't feel like scrubbing the tub before plonking my bare ass into it? It is usually the seat for me.

The usual transfer situation is not the best! Especially getting out when everything is wet. Putting my towel on the edge of the tub on the way out helps, but that's also sorta slippy in its own way.

Yeah, I think some grab bars really would be a good plan in there, all things considered.

I do have one foot, and the other one is supremely unlikely to grow back. I am sadly not a crawfish. This is not a temporary accessibility need, either.

A bench-style seat like she's using would probably also make things easier, now that we do have a tub to support one. Should feel less precarious scrambling in and out of there. I would need to leave the shower curtain outside of the tub with the bench blocking its path on the inside, but full wet rooms are standard for apartments here! (All the better not to flood your neighbors, basically.)

The fact that this IS an apartment is one of the reasons I've shied away from drilling any holes in the walls in here so far--like to mount grab bars. But, this is not a rental. And even if it were, pretty sure nobody had better try to complain about someone who needs bathroom grab bars drilling to install them in Sweden either.

(I think the municipality is even technically supposed to be on the hook for supplying adaptive equipment like that, though I would really rather not try to deal with bureaucracy when what I need is maybe $50 total worth of hardware from a Lowe's equivalent and the existing drill. I was just pricing some.)

But yeah, I don't think the apartment drilling has been anywhere near my main mental hangup in this case. It's probably more to do with that nasty tendency to feel like if I remotely CAN manage, that somehow obligates me to stubborn my way forward and push through the hard way.

The real kicker? I haven't been showering as often as I probably should, because it IS a more difficult and dangerous proposition than it needs to be. I make sure I don't stink--and I WILL notice before anyone else if I do. (Shitty superpowers...) But yeah, it really hasn't been ideal and I have been feeling guilty about that too.

In a similar situation, I would strongly recommend that literally anybody else get some freaking grab bars and a better seat into their bathroom. I'd install it for them if they needed help, because jfc. I really do not need to break my own fool head--or anything else!--in the bathroom either. And I don't somehow deserve for that to happen. 😑 If anything, extra stable supports are probably an even better idea since I have always been such a klutz anyway.

Going to bring the minor bathroom renovations up with Mr. C, yeah. May actually send him this, and save some venting. Not that there seems to be any shortage of that.

#personal #accessibility #wheelchair life #video #wheelsnoheels #dyspraxia

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sopiloveshobi · 2 months ago

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Kind Regards

Jung Hoseok in a corporate one shot. Inspired by nothing better than recieving an email from the client with the name '정' made me think of Mr Jung as a good one shot. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: +18

Notes: Please note all characters are fictional and inspired but have nothing to do with the members.

Another annoying day in the office. You have received 54 emails over night. Every morning you would open your outlook and whine to your monitor, like it could help you go through your daily torture for you. You went through the majority of them, sorting them neatly into the right folders with clients name. The only ones that you have left out are the ones that needed your attention or action. You have logged into the system and found the right names that were corresponding with the names found in the mail you have received.

You were tempted by a smell of fresh coffee down to look at your desk. Your phone lying next to the mug, occasionally buzzing. But you ignore it. Work was a priority to you, even when sometimes you were really dreading it and wanted to leave it behind and start a brand new life. You grabbed the cup form in front of you, the warmth of it gave you a little bit more life and few sips of the fresh coffee made you smile. Warm coffee swirled around inside your mouth and your body started to wake up.

People started slowly appearing around you, coming to the office and taking their spots at their desks. You smiled politely at them and said hello. You were always first in the office because you were always planning to leave first. Commute from work hasn’t been easy in the early evenings, streets full of traffic. You hated wasting your time sitting in your car for hours. So everyday you would make it to the office earlier, just to leave earlier and avoid all of it. To get home early and rest in your cosy cave. Your safe zone, your safe place.

You wanted to work in a corporate firm since you were little, even though you showed all of the signs of being a creative and artsy little soul you yearned to the routine, to all the people you have seen growing up wearing pretty clothes, organised and in charge of their life. Because of that you stuffed your cute artsy character into an organised box, putting yourself through all of the exams and university degrees just to reach your goal.

And that’s where you ended up. In a very corporate environment of an investment bank. You were never naïve or lacked intelligence but always thought the corporate job was sticky notes, business clothes and lots of coffee. And in some way you were right about it. Your monitor was decorated with colourful sticky notes with various of tasks and information you might need at hand on a daily basis. Pencil skirts, dress trousers and blazers were your everyday. You were thriving in that environment, yet something was still missing. You desperately needed an artistic outlet. In your free time, you painted. You had a spare room in your flat which you were planning on turning into your home office in case there was ever an option on going remote again. You really enjoyed working from home and a chance of going at least hybrid made you rent this flat out, to have a good balance of your work area and sleeping place separated. Your HR department told you that there is no chance for it in the near future so you decided to change the office setting to a relaxing painting studio. You’ve installed multiple lamps that would imitate the night sky or galaxies all around, you bought a sun lamp which would imitate warm sunlight. You wanted different lighting for different pieces to work on. Painting was your secret. You thought of yourself as an average, boring hobby-painter. You were never overly impressed with your own work, so you couldn’t imagine anyone else admiring it. But you kept going because it was fun and it helped you release stress from all those hours in tights and white collars.

As the morning progressed more people showed up around you, including your work best friend. Park Jimin. Pretties boy on the floor and also the funniest. You turned around on your chair when he got to his desk and handed you another cup of coffee, this time your very favourite flat white from the place he always walks past going to the office. He was an angel. You both met during the internship the company runs for university students, to snatch the best talent right after they graduate. The first day in the office had you terrified. You were so shy back then, very reserved and he helped you from the start. He made you feel warm and he kept making you laugh. You have gotten really close when one day he appeared in the office looking like a pile of shit. Pale, huge dark circles around his eyes. That’s when his long term boyfriend left him but he refused to take a day off. You took him for a cigarette outside multiple times that day, even though neither of you smoked and after work he stayed at yours and you both drunk wine and chatted until the very early morning of the next day. He was the one to help you with your car every time it broke down or you needed a spider killed in your flat. He made unbearable days very bearable and you really appreciated his friendship.

‘The queue was huge today but I couldn’t not treat you’ he said with a tiny smirk on his face when handing you your cup. He took his coat off and hung it in the wardrobe on the side of the desks which is where your entire team would leave their outerwear. He sat back down, turned his computer on and grabbed his own drink.

‘Thank you for your sacrifice soldier’ you saluted to him and the both of you burst laughing ‘How was your date?’ you asked for gossip, knowing he had plans the day before.

‘Not really sure, he really reminded me of Yoongi’ Jimin answered and he immediately looked down on his shoes. You could feel the mood changing and him getting back into his head, overthinking and wondering what has he done wrong to be dumped like that.

‘I’m really sorry Jiminah. We will find you someone who will be nothing like Yoongi. I promise’ you patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him. And he did look up, smiling with hope sparkling in his eyes. His computer started and he logged into all of the websites and systems he was supposed to. You watched him and then turned around back to your desk. You dived back into your emails and started slowly working your way through the actions you needed to take, step by step. Very organised, very mindful. Your inbox chimed and another e-mail came through. It was showing as urgent and flagged in all kinds of important markings. You were confused, you checked your calendar and you didn’t miss any important meetings nor did you upset any of the clients you were taking care of.

[Dear Mr Jung,

Please feel free to contact our best colleague - Y/N if you have any further questions or requests. She is our very best and will take care of your business well.

Kind Regards

Kim Namjoon]

Kim Namjoon. Your boss Namjoon emailing a client. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. He was the manager of your team but all of the client contact was actually handled by the relationship managers teams. In this case the e-mail should have come out from your direct work partner, your operational boss, Kim Seokjin. You read the email again. You were the support to Seokjin, you never led businesses on your own. You took another sip of your coffee and turned around to Jimin.

‘Please tell me this is a joke. Look at this’ you said quietly and poked Jimin in his shoulder. He turned around and read the email. Twice. Then he looked at you with an emotionless face. He didn’t last very long because he started laughing immediately.

‘Looks to me like you got stitched up with an annoying client nobody wants to take care of’ and he shook his head and went back to his daily tasks he was trying so desperately complete before your morning team meeting. 10am meetings were a daily occurrence, Namjoon would gather the entire team and get into a small conference room to discuss any issues, daily tasks and goals for the day. You didn’t mind those meetings, they kept you grounded and organised. Those meetings kept your artsy soul in the box that you closed it in years before. Jimin hated those meetings, he felt micromanaged and was bored on each and every meeting.

Namjoon walked out of his office and paraded straight in between your desks row, clearly coming to address the team.

‘Today's meeting is off. Sorry guys, we have a really urgent meeting’ he announced and then turned to you. He leaned over you and saw you reading the email he had just sent to the client. ‘My office in 10’ he said straight to you and walked back into his glass office and closed the door behind him. His white shirt was a little bit too tight at this point. The man has been working out everyday for the past god knows how many months. He was getting ready to get married so he was working really hard to look his best. And he certainly improved, because you saw the buttons of his white shirt on their last efforts, desperately trying to keep his muscular chest covered.

You gasped. His office in 10 sounded really serious and this email didn’t leave you with a warm fuzzy feeling either. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong and all of your work was in its best place possible. This time Jimin came to bother you.

‘What have you done this time?’ he whispered teasing you.

‘Nothing, it has to be something to do with Mr Jung or whatever the mans name is’ you answered and finished your cup of coffee that Jimin brough for you earlier. You walked with your office mug to the coffee machine and you saw a guy trying really hard to figure out what kind of coffee does he fancy this morning. You rolled your eyes seeing him huff and puff.

‘Jungkook please, you stare at the machine for 10 minutes every morning and always end up with an americano anyway. Do me a favour and just skip the thinking this time hm? I have a meeting in 6 minutes’ you moaned at the man struggling with his own thoughts.

‘Shut up, maybe one day I will surprise you and decide to experiment huh? Besides I do enjoy our morning conversation that always starts with me trying to figure out what to drink’ he admitted, not so shyly and picked indeed the goddamn americano. He was always so flirtatious and you ignored it each morning. You did think he was really good looking, he had a nice frame and took care of himself. But he just wasn’t it. Besides you promised yourself to not engage in any romantic situationships with any work colleagues at all. By now you were known to be the professional one and everyone really respected your boundaries and that side of you. You waited until he finished getting his coffee and then you got yourself a flat white that had nothing to do with a flat white but you appreciated the company getting a machine that at least imitated good coffee. That was your one thing. You were a coffee snob and everyone knew about it, but whilst being the local coffee snob you also didn’t want to pay for each coffee you consumed every day. It would never end on one. Three sometimes four coffees a day was your norm. It was everything you would have until dinner time. You loved it, it was your comfort. It was your one constant in a busy day that never changed. Your beloved coffee always waiting for you after a meeting or after a call with a client. You got your not flat white, flat white and walked yourself into Namjoons glass office. When you reached the door you saw that he wasn’t alone, Seokjin was sitting on one of the two chairs prepared for the meeting. You didn’t dislike him, it was just he was really odd sometimes. He was really good at what he did, he was also the easiest to work with so being partnered with him wasn’t the worst that could have happened to you but his jokes were really dry and he always wore a weird tie. Like today, he was wearing a burgundy tie with ants on it. Who the hell wears a tie with ants?!

‘Please sit’ Namjoon pointed at the free chair and you sat, right next to Seokjin and in front of Namjoon.

‘Lets skip all the bullshit’ Seokjin started ‘Mr Jung is a really good client of the bank, he was passed from hands to hands by different managers and he got annoyed by the poor quality of the service he was receiving. He was also serviced off shore and he really lost his temper then. He would receive emails with various strange requests, then repeated requests, spelling mistakes in his emails. As much as he understands that everyone is a human and can makes mistakes he asked for a higher quality service and promised bringing few of his friends with their businesses as a thank you’ Seokjin filled you into the backstory of the client and you nodded sipping your coffee slowly.

‘Our ring fence team is currently swamped with the recent merger of two of our biggest clients so there is no way to squeeze him there. I already checked’ Namjoon added and then they both looked at you.

‘Right? Is this why he landed on my desk?’ you asked, looking at them both with a question painted on your face.

‘Seokjin can’t service him by himself, so he will need your full support. We have shifted some clients about to the rest of the team so you will have less work to make sure you are available to pick up any calls or come into meetings when Mr Jung or either of his business friends will ask for a meeting. Whether that would be on or off-site. It’s not permanent. It’s only for a few months, maybe a year. We need to make him happy, he brings a lot of money to the company and well..’ Namjoon stopped and looked at you slightly smiling.

‘Well I am getting a lot of money out of it too to be honest. It’s a huge commission and it will be included in your end of year bonus, we can have it in writing’ Seokjin admitted. This was not a common situation and you never heard of anything like this. You would never be promised a bonus and relationship managers never shared but this commission must be really huge if he needs your help and offered to add bonus. You nodded and took a bigger sip of your coffee analysing the entire story in your head.

‘Do I even have a say? It sounds decided since I have already been included in the email to the client’ you remembered the email you saw earlier.

‘Yeah not really, I mean you can say no of course but we really need your support. I know you were the best during your internship, you have never disappointed me’ Namjoon added to encourage and push you into agreeing, even though the decision was already made for you.

‘Fine, I will handle it. But the bonus better be big. Now one more thing, is there any ‘on call’ period after 5?’ you knew this deal with come with a lot of work and you expected overtime but you needed to know where it is acceptable for you to ignore calls or leave them for the next day.

‘Seven latest. Anything after 7 you can ignore or action the day after. If that’s okay. That will be included in your overtime pay’ Namjoon confirmed what you already suspected but constantly tires to butter you, ensuring you will be treated fairly for your hard work. That was one of the things you couldn’t ever fault Namjoon for. He always looked out for you and made sure you were taken care of at work. He added you to some of his managerial meetings and helped you slowly develop your skills further. Possibly he thought one day you will take his space if he ever gets the promotion he has been killing himself for, for the past three years.

***

[Dear Mr Jung,

Kim Seokjin and I would like to cordially invite you to a on-site meeting to discuss the future of our cooperation. We would love to offer a humble lunch and coffee. Please kindly forward us your weekly schedule so we can arrange a time and date according to your plans.

Kind Regards]

This was a very rare occasion. You would never invite clients for lunch on-site. Relationship managers would have meals with clients, especially the more influential ones but never on-site. This time however the game plan was to establish a more family approach relationship with the client, invite them in, show them where we work and where you would be taking care of their business from. The second meeting would be out and by the third actual meeting, both you and Seokjin were hoping to sign all the contracts with Jungs friends. You were alone in the office, it was past 6 in the evening and you couldn’t wait to get home. You promised yourself that you will wait until 7 to hopefully get an answer about the lunch invite and get that arranged first thing tomorrow morning. So you waited and waited and waited.

[Dear Ms Y/N,

Please be informed that all communication should go through my personal assistant and company secretary Kim Taehyung who is cc’ed in this email. He is in charge of my schedule and I would like to not receive any further emails from yourselves.

Kind Regards,

Jung Hoseok]

What an absolute asshole, you thought to yourself. All he had to do is forward you his outlook or propose a day. His secretary was never even mentioned in the deal, you were supposed to deal with him directly. You knew you will have to discuss this with Seokjin the next morning anyway. So you closed your laptop, packed your bag and grabbed your coat. Muttering to yourself how incredibly rude was the last email you left the building and headed towards the parking lot to get your car. It was really late so you mange to skip the awful traffic and get home sooner than you expected.

***

[Dear Mr Jung,

We are obligated to keep email contact with yourself as per the agreement with your relationship manager. I will be happy to keep Mr Kim in the cc for further planning and meeting arrangements. Any transfer decisions or account issues have to come directly form yourself. This has been listed in our policy which you have kindly signed when entering into the contract with us few years ago.

Kind Regards]

There you go, you’re annoying snob with a lot of money. You have drafted the email after the conversation with Seokjin and contracts team. Jung had to be involved, that was part of the deal and Seokjins strategy to have his friends sign as well. He needed to be engaged and it was your unfortunate role to keep him at it. The meeting was already set for next week but any other communication and requested transfers had to be discussed beforehand. He had deadlines to meet and you were there to kindly assist him.

He didn’t respond to this email. So you focused on all the other tasks that you still had to do. Your other clients didn’t completely disappear and you had to support your team where possible where Jung and Jung INC didn’t need any of your assistance. It wasn’t the actual name of his business but you were joking about it because he felt so bloody important and rich and snobby and snarky and the more emails you exchanged with him the more you imagined him as an old balding snarky man who has a wife that is 20 years younger than him.

***

[Dear Ms Y/N,

Thank you kindly for your email. Please note that I can’t make it to todays meeting. Taehyung will come instead of me.

Deepest apologies.

Jung Hoseok]

He had the audacity to send you this email 5 minutes before the meeting. When all the pastries were already laid out in the conference room and the coffee was already ordered and on the table. You read the email and swore out loud.

Jimin turned around confused.

‘Y/n, you’re at work’ he whispered to you, scared that anyone hear you swear out loud like that.

‘This… this man!’ you boiled, your face boiled and you turned into a tomato. You were so angry because you took so much time to plan this, and rescheduled it a few times because Mr Jung couldn’t make it. You changed your dress four times before heading to the office today, to make sure it’s professional and elegant enough. Seokjin has been wearing an actual, black tie today. And this guy just decided to not show up.

Jimin read the email over your shoulder and giggled a little.

‘At least you will meet his assistant. That’s one bonus right? One step closer to this whole family like approach’ he added and patted your shoulder ‘You got this. Y/n Fighting!’ he added holding two of his thumbs up and smiling widely. The phone rang and you took it out of your pocket. Reception from downstairs.

‘Hi Y/n, your guest is here’ the girl working at the reception said and you only managed to say ‘I will be there asap’ and locked your phone back and grabbed your badge. You got into the lift and walked into the reception. A skinny looking man, dark curly hair and really pretty dark eyes was waiting for you downstairs. He waived politely. He was about your age, maybe few years younger.

‘Ms Y/n, I’m Kim Taehyung. Really nice to meet you. I am really sorry about the inconvenience, Mr Jung had an emergency meeting and couldn’t make it today but he asked me to at least come by as he was aware his cancellation was really last minute'.

‘Really nice to meet you Mr Kim. Please come with me upstairs, we have prepared a humble lunch and it shouldn't go to waste’ you shook his hand and politely guided him towards the lift. You walked him onto your floor, walking past your team and you just saw Jimins sparkly eyes glued at Jungs assistant. You smiled to yourself and opened the door to the conference room where Seokjin was already waiting and invited Mr Kim inside.

The lunch didn’t take too long, Mr Kim didn’t have a lot of knowledge of Jungs business and future plans and he just stuffed himself with croissants and had two coffees. He reminded you of you. The speed at which he drank the coffee was exactly at your pace. And you found it endearing. This small, sweet guy trying his best in this unfair corporate world.

You walked him back after the meeting and as you were walking into the lift you bumped into Jimin, also going down. The two of them smiled at each other politely and bowed delicately. You nearly giggled out loud, because you could tell they were both checking each other out without the other one noticing. It was adorable. The lift made it’s way to the ground floor and right before the door open, Mr Kim has handed a business card to Jimin. You swallowed your lips and nearly squeaked out loud seeing that. Jimins still sparkly eyes glued to Jungs assistant. He took the card from him and went the opposite direction than you and Mr Kim took outside the building.

‘Thank you again for the lunch and I am once again really sorry for Mr Jungs absence’ he smiled shyly at you.

‘Please schedule another meeting for us, we need to meet Mr Jung. It’s key to maintaining the relationship. I will be in big trouble if I fail’ you added honestly. You wouldn’t have been in any trouble, but the assistant instantly felt sorry for you and promised to arrange something soon.

‘I will have him call you tomorrow and schedule something’ he added and disappeared into the busy street.

***

‘Ms Y/N?’ the voice on the phone sounded raspy and low. It was early in the morning, about 8:30 and you were already in the office, holding onto your best friend coffee cup.

‘Yes, Mr Jung? Really nice to meet you’ you put on your best and politest voice you possibly could.

‘I am terribly sorry I couldn’t make it yesterday. My apologies. Please accept my invite for yourself and Mr Kim Seokjin tonight for a dinner. It’s really not in my style to not show up and only give 5 minutes notice. I was actually on the way to your office…’ he didn’t sound old. He sounded young. Young ish. Definitely not old, balding with 20 year younger wife.

‘We understand and your apology is really appreciated. I would have to consult Mr Kim Seokjin in terms of the dinner later today. Could you please have Mr Kim email us the details at his earliest convenience?’ you responded, trying to be the sales person you never wanted to be. Absolutely trying to hide how angry you were the day before that he cancelled like that.

‘I will send the details personally. Thank you very much and I hope to see the both of you later tonight’ he answered. He didn’t want to go through his secretary all of a sudden? You were sure he requested that before and you tried to cater to his requests but he declined. He must really feel bad.

‘Thank you. I will let you know as soon as I get the hold of Mr Kim Seokjin. Have a lovely rest of your day’ you added sweetly and hung up. His voice was charming. Interesting. You instantly changed your mind about him. You put the phone down and smiled to yourself for a second. You were content, the client felt bad which meant there was a higher chance of you and Seokjin landing the other clients.

‘There is no way I can make it. Me and Grace have anniversary dinner today. There is no way she would let me’ Seokjin whined on the phone. This doesn’t sound good. It’s bad for the business. Really bad to decline ‘You will have to go on your own. You can do this. It’s just a dinner to get to know the client. No biggie’ he added after a second.

‘You are crazy, there is no way I will go to this dinner on my own. Let me try Namjoon’ you were terrified and your voice trembled.

‘Namjoon won’t go. He has less idea on how to make good business with clients than you. You can do it. Just respond that you will be joining him on your own. I’m sure he will understand’ he tried reassuring you but it wasn’t really working.

‘Seokjin I already told him we are both going to see him later. I confirmed via email. I thought… ah’ you sounded really desperate. You neve really fucked up like this before and your pristine reputation was going straight to the bin now.

‘It’s fine. Just email him before you leave the office that I can’t make it. Family affair. Fighting!’ he hung up. He hung up on you. This is insane, at this stage he has been raving about Mr Jung and his business for weeks. He talked about this big commission. Fuck, you had to go on your own.

[Dear Mr Jung,

I am really sorry but Mr Kim Seokjin won’t be able to make it tonight. He has a last-minute family affair to attend. As agreed previously, I will meet you at the Ivy at 7pm tonight.

Kind Regards]

***

You googled what the Ivy looked like inside and what kind of dress code was expected. And you showed up in black dress that was hugging you in the right places, long sleaves and only small decollete, still looking very professional but adequate to the place you were meeting. Black heels, black coat and a small purse. You looked like you were going to a ball but you were sure you will blend in with the crowd. And you were right. You walked inside and you blended in perfectly, you looked like you belonged in that place. At the reception you said you are a guest of Mr Jungs and the waiter raised his eyebrows and looked you up and down. What does that supposed to mean? Is Mr Jung a reuglar customer of this place or will you make a fool out of yourself looking like that in front of him. The waiter lead you through a crowded restaurant room, filled with tables to a private room. He opened the door and let you go first.

Tall, slender man with wide shoulders and dark, almond eyes got up from the other end of the table. He was wearing white shirt and a black tie, his blazer hung on the chair. When he got up he instantly put it back on. He was fussing about for a second and then looked towards you. The both of you locked eyes. He was young. Well younger than you expected him to be. Probably early 30s. In between you and him was a long table, filled with dainty decoration and candles. He tired to remain composed but a small smile escaped his lips.

‘Ms Y/n!’ he gasped and walked towards you when the both of you stopped staring. He bowed and shook your hand.

‘Mr Jung, really nice to meet you. As I mentioned in my email..’ you started, feeling like this is way too much for a business meeting.

‘Mr Kim couldn’t make it. I got your email’ he smiled whilst looking directly into your eyes. Your body shivered with goosebumps. His smile was warm and kind and it felt like warm blanket on a cold day.

‘I hope the third meeting is the charm and we can all sit down and discuss business’ you answered and walked towards your seat. He followed you and helped you with your chair.

‘I am sure we will be able to. I am so sorry, I have really been swamped with so many projects. It has all caught up to me and needed my attention all at once’ he was really sorry. He was polite, he was a gentleman. He sat back on the other side of the table in his chair and looked at the waiter ‘Champagne please’ he waived and the waiter disappeared, closing the door behind himself.

‘This is a really nice place you have kindly picked’ you smiled looking around the room. It was a little bit awkward, you were trying to appeal confident like you have the business experience but in fact you were miserable and weak and you had no idea what this meeting is supposed to be about apart from a naïve chit chat, food and booze.

‘It’s one of 3 in the city. It has been such a hard work to open this one though…’ wait, he owns this place? What’s even funnier he thought you knew, because he was so nonchalant about it and he just wanted to explain what pain he went through to have the place up and running. And you listened, you let him educate you and tell you all about the struggles he went through to open this branch of the Ivy. He kept going and talking more and more and the atmosphere loosened up, the waiter brought the champagne and you had half of your glass. You had to remind yourself that this is work, this is a business meeting and you can’t let yourself go too far into drinking. He had dazzling personality, he was really kind and humble. A 180 from what you expected and experienced through the emails ‘It’s Taehyung who answers most of my emails, you see. I think he tried to include his email address on cc but I know this usually doesn’t go through, so I gave him access and he responds to the most urgent emails for me’ you were stunned. So it wasn’t actually Mr Jung who you were emailing back and forth with for the past few weeks but his assistant.

‘I had no idea. I am really sorry if we have caused any issues in communication between yourselves and us’ you answered politely.

The longer the conversation went on, the more enchanted you were. He was insanely smart, the things he knew and was telling you about were really interesting. Then he mentioned art and paintings and you got goosebumps again. You were educating yourself on some of the artists you admired the most and with your semi recent interest in paining this conversation has just gotten five times more interesting.

He looked at you with respect and every time you would speak he would appeal interested and listened to every word that came out of your mouth. He smiled slightly, showing a row of beautiful, pearly white teeth every time you said something he liked or impressed him. He nodded, staring you deeply in your eyes when he listened to you talk about your career.

‘Mr Jung, this steak is out of this world!’ you admitted when food was finally served. He chuckled.

‘Surely at this stage you should just call me by my name, don’t you think?’ he smirked whilst cutting his steak on his plate.

‘I’m not really sure if that is appropriate. This is still a business meeting Mr Jung’ and he nodded in agreement. You were right. He completely forgot he isn’t on a date, because of how interesting and flowy the conversation was. How insanely hot you were sitting on the other side of the table. He forgot he invited you and your boss to this meeting. That you work in a bank that he invests through. You both continued on your plates, the conversation settled for a while as both of you were enjoying the exquisite meal. You have never had such a good steak in your life but no wonder. You could never afford a meal in a place like this. And if you could, it would have been once. You finished first and had another sip of champagne.

‘Thank you so much. I hope we can really meet as a team, hopefully next time on site. This was such a pleasure’ you were ready to say your goodbyes and as he was done with his food, he got up from the chair and helped you get up. A gentleman. A businessman. An insanely good-looking man. The closer he was the more you couldn’t stop looking at his perfect features, pointy nose and dreamy eyes.

‘Pleasure was all mine. I apologise again for not showing up the other day’ he was really serious about his image and reputation, and it was definitely not within his regular behaviour. He walked you out through the busy restaurant hall to the door and outside. You were trying to get a taxi and you already said your goodbyes, when he grabbed your wrist so you wouldn’t get into the car. You got out and closed the door.

‘Now that the business meeting has officially ended… I really want to show you the pieces I was telling you about earlier’ he admitted staring you deep into your soul. He tilted his head and smiled charmingly. This isn’t a good idea. This is extremely inappropriate. What if this is a set-up so it would look like I took a bribe or decided to seduce your client?

‘I don’t think this is a good idea…’ you were afraid that this was really the obvious rouse to get you to his place, get you a bit more drunk and then. You shook your head apologetically.

‘I promise to have you home in an hour. I don’t live far away from here I will have my driver take you after. I just really want you to see that one painting’ he was really insisting but also comforting.

‘If this is going to get me in trouble and ruin my career’ you huffed at him and smiled after, showing that you were only joking and you didn’t have bad intentions either.

You walked with him and he wasn’t lying when he said he lived near by. Three buildings down the main road. You both walked into the building and took the lift to the apartment.

The place was spottles, almost like nobody lived there. Few plants alongside the wall on the left and paintings hung on the right. You took your coat off and Hoseok politely took it away from you, hanging it at the entrance wardrobe. The main colour palette dominating in the room was beige and white, very cosy looking but still luxurious and simple.

‘Are those..?’ you walked into the big room and saw all the paintings he was talking about in the restaurant.

‘Yes!’ his eyes instantly turned wide and dark with excitement. He showed you all of the paintings. You slipped a few times and called him Hoseok. And he really didn’t mind but he kept his distance as promised. He didn’t want to cause you any trouble. And you didn’t want to get into any trouble at work. He was an important client, and you also didn’t want to have any regulatory issues or fines. So you decided to be patient. You literally just met the man and he was charming, he had this aura about him that excited you. It was such a nice surprise that he wasn’t the middle-aged grumpy man you thought he was. You looked at each of the paintings he was showing you and telling you about how he managed to get his hands on them. You really enjoyed him talking and every fibre of your body listened to his stories. You didn’t stay long just like you both agreed before and he walked you down to the entrance.

‘I am really glad you have showed up Ms Y/n. I hope to see you again?’ the way he looked at you after expressing his gratitude was different. His eyes were sparkling and his smile was so genuine and honest. Seeing him like this made you feel really soft. You blushed and looked away, trying to keep your own promise and not do anything you might regret. He took your hand and kissed the top of it, still trying to maintain the eye contact you desperately tried to break.

‘I hope so too’ you answered and smiled shyly. He was a gentleman and he promised to not do anything stupid and he kept his promise. You bowed politely and said your goodbye, disappearing into the street.

He couldn’t believe how enchanted he was by you, how you managed to wrap him around your finger in such a short time. Reading your emails always made his eyebrow rise. You were really professional but also very polite and straight to the point. He knew he had to have you, he just wasn’t sure how he could do it when he was a client of the bank you were working at.

***

[Dear Ms Y/n.

Thank you very much for attending the business dinner I have arranged yesterday. I was thinking about the team meeting you have proposed and next week will suit us best.

Kind Regards,

Jung H.]

You giggled seeing an email from him. Your cheeks turned red and your stomach flipped. Jimin noticed and instantly grabbed you from your desks and walked toward the conference room.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ he was concerned and looked really serious.

‘What do you mean?’ you were still smiling, thinking what to respond to Mr Jung.

‘Why are you giggling at the mans email! Did you.. did you sleep with him?!’ he covered his face with both of his palms but you quickly took them off his face.

‘Are you insane? Because I am not. It was a business meeting’ but then you saw something in Jimins eyes. But what was it. Jealousy? Excitement?

‘Wait a second you are deflecting. Did you meet with Mr Kim?’ you whispered and he turned red. A second didn’t even pass and he was a full tomato in front of you. You knew it, you could tell there was something else about him. ‘You totally did! Omg, you..YOU SLEPT WITH HIM!’ you shouted and then covered your mouth quickly, looking left and right ensuring nobody was around. And his face turned even more crimson.

‘You can’t… I didn’t I..’ he tried to defend his innocence but he couldn’t. The tea was spilled ‘He is nothing like Yoongi. Just like you promised..’ his eyes turned teary and he looked so relieved and genuinely happy.

‘I won’t tell anyone. I am so happy for you! Just so you know, he is coming here for work next week’ you hugged him and he held you back. It was a very first act of friendship in public that you showed to Jimin and he was really happy that you were extending your boundaries to comfort him. You were often very friendly and open with him outside of work, but this time you were really excited for him and couldn't wait to show it.

‘Now what happened with Mr Jung?’ he wouldn’t let it go. He told you his secret and now he was willing to go all out to find out yours.

‘Nothing happened. But he, I… I can’t describe it. We just clicked. Right away. And when you see what he looks like..’ you shook your head, disappointed in yourself. You knew nothing could have happened between him and you, yet you yearned for the promise. Yearned to see him again and for his smile and his deep soul-like stare.

[Dear Mr Jung,

We really appreciate your invitation and thank you again for your time yesterday. We are looking forward to the team meeting next week.

Kind Regards]

***

The first team meeting happened the week after the business dinner. You were really excited to see him again, but you knew you had to act professionally and not let yourself think too far into the future. He was a rich businessman and you were servicing his accounts. Conflict of interests, regulatory breach and many other things were on your shoulders. You prepared your favourite skirt, snow white dress shirt and a tie. You already had your black blazer ready hanging at your door and your badge attached to it’s pocket. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took few deep breathes in and out.

‘You got this. Just treat him like any other client’ you said to yourself, looking deep in your own eyes and you broke in hysterical laughter. You must have been crazy to think he would actually want to do anything with you. Two different worlds colliding like that wasn’t even a good idea. You grabbed your things, managed to get full composure of your thoughts and you rushed to work.

You were sitting in the conference room and Seokjin promised to go downstairs and lead your guests upstairs this time. He felt really bad for having you go to that dinner all by yourself and he was really proud of how you handled the business. He was really pleased with you and that him and Namjoon picked you for the task.

Your stomach flipped so you tried to focus on something else. Fixed your make-up and your blazer again, tucked your tie down to your skirt and rearranged the documents and treats on the conference table.

‘Good Morning Ms Y/n’ familiar voice brought you back to the room. You looked up and saw Jung Hoseok walking into the conference room, smiling widely at you. Right behind him Kim Taehyung and Kim Seokjin closing the door behind the two guests. You gulped, hoping nobody would notice and smiled back. God he looked handsome in the daylight. He looked really good in the evening’s shade but this morning he really looked good.

‘Good morning. Really good to see you both. Thank you so much for coming’ you finally managed to respond. You smiled at the both of them and sat back at your chair. Seokjin opened his laptop and started his presentation. You were looking at the screen but you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. You looked around the room and saw Hoseok completely uninterested in what Seokjin had to say and was just daydreaming about something. You saw his smirk and rolled your eyes. Trouble. This man, this room and the meeting were trouble. Taehyung was taking notes and nodding at every word coming out of Seokjins presentation. He kept talking about the transfer and opening accounts for him in different currencies. It was finally lunchtime. You didn’t listen to Seokjin and neither did Hoseok.

‘I need to call Grace, really sorry. We had a plumber coming today to fix our sink’ Seokjin said apologetically and rushed out of the conference room with a phone in his hand, dialling number of his wife.

Jimin appeared out of nowhere and knocked on the door. Taehyung noticed and politely excused himself out of the room and he and Jimin disappeared walking towards the lifts.

So it was just you and Mr Jung left in the room. You looked down at your notes and saw an empty piece of paper. You really didn’t listen to anything that Seokjin said, luckily there were no demands from the client's side either so there was nothing to remember as of now.

‘It’s really good to see you again’ he started, still sitting across the table with one of his leg resting on the other. He smiled at you and his eyes turned into half moons. His smile gave you butterflies and the words coming out of his mouth made you blush.

‘Likewise’ you answered politely, trying to remain calm and keep your internal excitement to yourself. He looked around and check if anyone is passing by.

‘I want to take you out for dinner’ he laid it out on the table. The smile disappeared from your face and your face turned pale. You couldn’t say yes. There was no way you could agree. You wanted to say but it wasn’t possible.

‘I am really sorry Mr Jung, but I can’t really accept this offer’ you answered avoiding his eyes. You couldn’t face him. ‘I will be back in just a minute, I am really sorry. I need a bathroom break’ you got up from your chair and left the conference room, speedily walking towards the bathrooms. And he followed you. Of course, he did. You were standing in front of the door and he just managed to catch up with you.

‘Y/n please, one dinner’ he whispered standing in front of you in his dark suit, fixing his tie.

‘You know `I can’t, we can’t. This…’ you pointed at the both of you ‘this can’t be happening. You are our client, I am the service assistant. The bank can be fined, it’s not just my ass that is on the line’ you whispered back at him and desperately looked left and right to see if anyone is listening. He bit his lip and locked his eyes with yours. And then something cracked between the two of you and you smiled, tiny flames started dancing in your eyes and his eyes started sparkling back at yours. You were just standing there looking and smiling at each other. You felt butterflies trying to escape your body, goosebumps down your spine. It was ecstatic and you just kept staring into his eyes wanting more. There were no words, no physical contact. Just two people looking at each other. Nobody could fault you for that.

You have gotten back to the conference room separately and Seokjin apologised for being late. Taehyung was no where to be found so you carried on without him.

***

A few weeks passed. A month and then another. You kept up your hard work and helped with all the requests Mr Jung or his company required. You had a few team meetings on site and a few lunches off-site with Seokjin. At each meeting, Hoseok would sit there and look at you licking his lips and trying to focus on what you were saying. But half of the time he would switch off and just look at you and think of how much he wanted to have you. Seokjin was really impressed with how much you had grown and stepped up, he barely had to do anything. Because you wouldn’t shut up. You were constantly talking to Hoseok and he was talking back mainly to you. It was like the business relationship was just between the two of you. Like nobody else existed in the room, the restaurant, the conference room.

***

The first time he slammed your back on the cubicle door you didn’t really know what was going on. You were at work, in your office and so was he. He was a client still. He was heavily involved. But he was also involved with you. Currently involved with your round breasts that he was entertaining with his tongue. It was fast and you run out of the bathroom not giving him a chance to explain or discuss. You just left. Ashamed, embarrassed and scared. You loved every second of it but you were terrified of crossing the lines. The anticipation was too much, neither of you could have stopped what happened. You wanted the first time to be special and you take him in slow and enjoy every part of him but both of you were too hungry, the tension had been growing for weeks now, emails, work calls. Insanity.

[Dear Mr Jung

Thank you for your time today. Please see the minutes of today's team meeting attached

Kind Regards]

***

He finally called you, after hours. It was 9pm and you were in your painting cave, covered in paint and starving because you forgot what time it was.

‘I can’t do it like that. We can’t. You are the client for fuck sake!’ you whined to the phone when he asked if he could see you again. And he knew it was wrong and he agreed with you. Yet his yearning for you took over him. He needed you, he wanted to see you.

‘Okay. Please do not take my email tomorrow to heart and forward it to Seokjin’ he mumbled to the phone and hung up. What does that mean? He sounded really off and angry, but you knew he understood your reasons. He understood you so well from the very first time you had a conversation. You were as ambitious as he was, he knew what was driving you and he adored it about you.

***

Seokjin was really pleased. He signed three of Jungs friends few weeks ago and the commission was insane on those. Your bonus was confirmed. But why didn’t it feel right? It felt like you had made a lot of mess and all of this was so inappropriate, yet you weren’t ever able to admit it to anyone.

You have spent your free time daydreaming about Hoseok. How sweet his lips felt, how good he felt inside you, how nice it was to hold his hand even if it was for few minutes. He wasn’t yours but you were his.

[Dear Ms Y/N

Please inform Mr Kim Seokjin that I will be resigning from my contract and I will pay all the fines required to exit the contract early.

Kind Regards,

JH]

Your jaw dropped. He is dropping the company, for you. For the two of you. That wouldn’t make him a client anymore and that meant he could have you, full-time. He could pick you up from work and he could take you to all of the galleries he wanted to. You have silently forwarded the email to Seokjin and you instantly saw his office door open and him walking to your desk.

‘What happened?’ he looked really upset. No emotions on his face, a cold expression.

‘I have no idea, he just sent it. A few days ago everything was going great towards the next product on the account..’ you explained trying to sound as surprised as he was. You lied. You knew what happened. You crossed a line you never should have crossed and now you had a man obsess over you so much that he was ready to spend millions just to be able to be with you. And it made you so giddy inside. A few months ago you thought he wouldn't ever want anything to do with you and now he was already planning all of the cute dates he wanted to take you on.

***

‘I miss you’ the voice in your phone said when you were walking to get your coffee from your beloved/hated coffee machine.

‘I know, but I can’t really leave for lunch today. I’m swamped today’ you answered cryptically, not really wanting anyone to hear your private conversation.

‘I will see you later tonight then?’ the voice in your phone wouldn’t stop pushing for a meeting. You didn’t want to say no either.

‘Yes, fine. I will come by okay?’ you answered and finished the call. You looked up from your phone. All you could see was a pair of dark eyes observing you from a desk. Jungkook just stared and looking what coffee will you pick. No surprises. A flat white/not flat white. Did he hear your conversation? If so, you didn't use any names so if he did hear your talk he could assume it was someone you were seeing.

***

He was tender and sweet and he didn’t rush this time. He looked you deeply in the eyes and murmured

‘Let me take care of you’ as he slowly lowered himself on the bed and slowly spread your legs. One of his hands was slowly traveling from your knee up your thigh and the other was rested on your lower stomach. He leaned in, slowly putting a thumb on your clit and started delicately kissing your folds. He was really gentle at first, almost like he was scared to hurt you. Like he was holding the most previous thing he has ever held. Your hips moved back, so he wrapped arm around one of your leg and slowly put the other one around his shoulder and he started sipping on your sweet arousal.

‘Mr Jung’ you whined and you had no idea where that came from. He froze. He poked one of his eyes above your stomach and looked you in the eye. He held on there for a second and continued. Until you did it again and his eyes turned dark, full of lust.

‘if you say it again, I will have to stop what im doing and walk you into your office and fuck you there’ he growled back at you and you bit your lip. You didn’t know this side of him but it gave you goosebumps. And you were really close to repeating the words he forbided you from using, but last minute held yourself back. You felt him working you down and it felt like he somehow had the map to you. He knew all the spots and it was driving you insane how intense you two were when together. You were getting scarily close to your high and he felt how your body starting to tense. He felt his fingers being clenched by your heat. So he pulled out and planted one last kiss on your clit and crawled over your body back to your face. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to stop the approaching orgasm.

He crawled on top of you, arms propped on each side of your head. He was still wearing his dress trousers, his white shirt and a tie. Although the shirt was partially unbuttoned when you were trying to kiss his neck and mark his shoulders and collarbones with your kisses. You wanted to make sure that whoever sleeps with him next know that you were there. That there was someone before them. Little did you know there wouldn’t be anyone else after you. Because he didn’t want anyone else, he wasn’t seeing anyone else. There was always you in the conference room, looking insanely sweet and hot at the same time. The professional talk had him hard every time and he had to sit back in his chair and buckle his hips back to hide his boner.

He was hovering above you staring you deep into your eyes. ‘I’m going to make you mine’ he whispered into your ear and kissed the side of your head, then your temple, your cheek until he made his way to your lips. You smirked hearing his words and moved your arms around his back, then finished unbuttoning his shirt and you tossed it on the floor. He got up from above you took his tie off his neck and put it around your neck. Whilst being up he pulled his belt off his trousers and placed It on the bed right next to you. You gulped seeing it. He pulled his trousers down and that got you interested. You got up from the bed and crawled on all fours towards the edge of the bed. He smirked down at you and you licked your lips not stopping the eye contact.

‘Would it be okay Mr Jung if I took care of you now?’ you said politely with your professional voice and he lost it. He grabbed your neck and pulled you towards himself.

‘What did I say?!’ he growled back at you. You weren’t scared. Each time he was turning rough you were only feeling yourself drip more. You pulled his hard length out of his underwear and it nearly slapped you in the face. You didn’t waste any time and smeared the bead of precum on his head and then slowly started bobbing your head on it. He moaned the second you put him inside your mouth and slowly put his hand on your head. The more you were working him, the more he started grabbing your hair and wrapping it around his hand. You felt him getting tense so you looked up to him and nodded letting go of the control. That’s when he started fucking your throat, aggressively thrusting in and out of your mouth, bruising the back of your throat. You wouldn’t even gag. You were under his spell, staring him in his eyes with trust and lust. You felt him getting really swollen and tense and he pulled out of your mouth moaning still. You smiled and he pulled you up still holding your hair and smashed his lips on yours. Tasting himself, tasting you. He pushed you onto the bed and followed, eyeing his belt he grabbed it and put both of your arms above our head. He wrapped the belt around your wrists and harshly bound your wrists with it and watched your reaction. You just closed your eyes and waited. Your body was begging for him and at this stage you were literally let him do anything. He smirked, kissed both of your wrists and spread your legs. He planted another kiss on top of your clit and slowly licked a circle around it. And your entire body moved under his touch. He grabbed both of your hips and slid inside you.

‘Hoseok…’ you moaned loudly when he finally gave it to you. Hearing his name made his dick twitch inside you and he started slowly getting deeper inside you. He lowered himself onto you and with one hand grabbed your bonded wrists, the other kept on your hip and waited for a few seconds to let you adjust. He kissed your lips, sliding his tongue in between your lips to help you relax. And it worked magic, because he felt how your muscles relaxed around him.

He started thrusting into you, slowly at first but he couldn’t handle himself going slow for very long. His hips started snapping as he continually rammed into and out of you.

‘You are mine. Nobody else’s. You hear me?’ he groaned into your face, still holding our hip tight. You nodded and kissed him, as you weren’t able to speak. Your bounded wrists were making the entire experience so intense that it was pushing you to the edge with each thrust of his. You were in fact his. The second you walked into that restaurant and saw his radiating aura. You knew you were his then and there it was just a matter of time before he would claim you.

You started seeing stars, and your high was approaching rapidly.

‘I’m going to…’ you started with your shaky voice ‘come..’ your breath was shallow and you couldn’t stop your accidental moans and whines.

‘I’m really close baby’ he answered, feeling you clench around him. And the second you held it there for a while and your juices started slowly flowing down, he thrusted one more time into you and tensed. He pained the inside of you with his seed, and he kept slowly rocking forward and back fucking it into you. You were still dizzy and seeing stars after your high and when he finally came down from his, he released your wrists from the belt and you instinctively wrapped them around him and so did he. He kissed your forehead and slowly pulled out of you, he lay right next to you still panting.

‘You’re not seeing anyone else’ he murmured and kissed the top of your head. You smiled and turned your face to his.

‘I was yours since the Ivy’ you confessed and he smiled widely to himself.

***

Months later, you received your bonus and it was definitely worth all of the overtime and hours you have spent working on the entire project. To celebrate Seokjin and his wife, Grace decided to host a small party as a celebration of another great year in the corporate world. The success and the fact that none of the team has gone crazy with the workload.

Your entire team was invited, including Namjoon and his wife as they got married last week, Jimin with a plus one if he found one (and you knew that he was going to bring Taehyung with him), Jungkook who was involved in the last phase of the project with a plus one but everyone knew he was coming on his own and you, with a plus one if you wanted to bring one. And you did. It’s been months since the deal matured and ended and all of the business with Mr Jung ended. It was enough time.

Seokjins face was priceless when he saw Mr Kim with Jimin walking inside his home.

‘The two of you?! How?!’ he was shocked, Taehyung was the last person he expected to see at Jimins side, but when they explained they met in the lift he didn’t question anything else. He worked with Jimin longer than he worked with you and he knew about his painful break up with Yoongi, so he was happy that he was licking his wounds.

‘You two look adorable together’ Grace mentioned, seeing Taehyung holding tight to Jimins hand.

And then you rang the doorbell. Seokjin opened the door without actually looking at you or your plus one. You were the last missing, so he opened the door and went back to the lounge. He was wearing a blue tie with tuna fish all over it. How typically weird of him.

You slowly walked into the lounge holding your partner's hand. You were really nervous but you couldn’t hide it anymore.

‘Y/n…’ Seokjin started and then he saw you holding someone’s hand, and then his face followed the arm and saw Mr Jung, in his lounge.

Everyone was really surprised. Namjoon had to cover his mouth with both of his hands and Seokjin hid his eyes behind his hand.

‘Ah finally, I thought you would never admit it’ Jungkook chuckled at the sight of you and Hoseok.

‘You knew?!’ the room nearly shouted at him.

‘I’ve heard them bang in our work bathroom, I thought everyone knew’ he answered and grabbed a piece of lettuce sticking out of a bowl.

#bts #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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Chapter 47: Exenuating Circumstances

A week had passed since Alex had abducted my precious lotus. Things around the facility were feeling heavy. Gale and Jill had been distant from others. Arjuna hadn't returned to Phoenix Corps.

"Albert, please, you must get some rest! You haven't taken a break at all since Tabitha was taken. Even a god can be run ragged." Excella said, injecting my stabilizer into my arm as I stared through piles upon piles of research.

"Enough! I shall rest when I deem it necessary!" I said, turning my head to glare daggers into my moron of an assistant.

"But Albert, I'm only trying to help get your mind off..." She said as I snarled, grabbing her by her twigish neck.

"Off what!?! Do you mean my kidnapped wife? who happens to be around midterm of pregnancy with three of my children? That the fact stands our only form of contact is in a coma in our medical bay. The worst part is that he was under Alex's control due to her installing a sleeper microchip clearly based on Sergeis technology. The only one we had was stolen three months prior." I growled, noticing her eyes echoing in fear.

"Wesker! He is awake!" Jill said as she walked into my office.

I dropped Excella and faced Jill. Her face was behind her crow mask. She sounded as emotionless as I had when confronting Excella.

"Show me!" I ordered storming out of mine and Tabitha's lab.

Me and Jill quickly arrived at the medical bay housing agent Nighthawk. Arjuna was in the corner of the room, his fingers interlocked and chin resting on them. Steve stood adjusting the medicine dripping into Nighthawk's veins.

Nighthawk's face was forlorn as he looked away from me. I noticed his eyes were no longer grey and had a spark of life. There was nothing but dread emanating from the agent.

"Tell me nighthawk, what connection do you have to my sister?" I spoke, folding my arms.

My eyes trained on to the sullen man as he finally spoke, "I'll start in the beginning. To start, my name is Alecto, as everyone in this room is aware I was an Umbrella Experiment under project A.C.R.O.H. The woman who raised and birthed me was the project lead. However, unbeknownst to me, she was but a surrogate at Spencer's orders."

"That sounds like something he would do, Continue." I said through gritted teeth.

With a heavy sigh, the agent continued, "I learned of this just after the Christmas party. There was an intruder in the forest surrounding the lodge. The security chief, Billy, went out to investigate. I took the north and west portions of the forests while he covered the remaining directions. I ended up on the outside of the airstrip. That was where I saw this freaky B.O.W. it was mutated weirdly and damn near invisible. If it weren't for my hawk like vision, I probably would have been killed. The thing had a glowing pustule that once I destroyed it, the creature died."

Arjuna just stood up and exited the room. It was clear he was deeply affected by this whole ordeal. I heard a light almost choked back sob, Nighthawk.

"I was snuck up upon by a woman in white. She stabbed my neck with a syringe, and the next thing I knew, I was in an unknown med bay that was different from Phoenix Corps. As soon as I realized I was captured, I tried to escape. The moment I broke free from my bindings, an alarm rang out. The room filled with gas, and I ended up on the ground. The woman in white stepped into the home holding a remote."

(Flash back Nighthawks pov)

"Now now, birdy. I wouldn't try and fly the nest so soon. After all the wounds from your surgery haven't fully healed." The woman said coldly.

I pushed myself up using my wings to enforce my balance, "Screw you! Just who the hell do you think you are?"

"My name is Alex, and your name is Alecto. As much as it is to have my blood working under that so-called Phoenix, you will be my greatest asset to achieving parts of my goal." She said, clicking a button on the remote sending shockwaves of pain through my spine.

I dropped once more curling up in a ball. Haze was creeping along the edges of my vision. I felt my rage shoving away the haze. Once again, I stood my mentors words echoing through my ears. Lady Tabitha's voice on my mind as well.

"It seems my caged canary has some fight in him. Is this the project A.C.R.O.H programming I designed or your meger training from that weak bitch you call boss." Alex said pressing the button my sight going even more hazy.

"My commander is a hundred times the woman you are. I'd lay my life down for her." I cough as pain surged through my eyes and down my nervous system.

"Then how about your boytoy? Archer is his code name, is it naught?" She laughed, walking over to me pressing her stelleto heel into my neck.

"You leave him out of this! He is hardly involved in anything!" I shouted my wings, opening quickly, shoving her away.

"My lady, are you alright?" An extremely pale individual with white hair barged in.

"Yes, my dear servant. I'm sure my spawn isn't able to harm me. At least not with his beloved boytoys elder sibling under my control. I'm glad I was able to test this new control device on you first." Alex laughed as I felt bile rise in my throat.

"So this is my brothers boyfriend? How tragic. I was hoping for him to find normalcy. However, it seems he has chosen to bind himself to an experiment." He said, staring deep into my eyes.

I bowed my head, trying to hide my gaze. His eyes were a sickening lifeless grey. He was being controlled by this woman. I couldn't stop the haze from taking over my vision anymore. I sighed as thoughts of Arjuna and my commander pulled me out of my silence.

"What are your demands!" I choked out my body growing increasingly numb.

"I'll put it in simple terms that even a bird brain like you could understand. I want your boss, in my possession. Once you have achieved this, I'll not only remove my control over you but your partners brother as well. You both will be free to do as you see fit." Alex said as the fog drowning my eyes slowly faded, "As an act of good faith, I've lessened the intensity of the sleeper chip."

"What do you intend to do to my commander?" I said, standing up defeat flushed across my face.

"That is not a matter concerning you, but rather between her and myself. You have only but to concern yourself with your task. Follow me. I shall brief you and get you sent off to Phoenix Corps." Alex said as she walked away from me, beckoning for me to follow.

(Current day Wesker P.O.V)

"That's the basis of the interaction when I became her pawn. I put the safety of my partners sibling and my own well-being ahead of my commanders. I managed a place a backdoor in Alex's plan however. Just before I was shot, I tried to hand a special calling card to commander Tabitha. Alex took it, saying she'll destroy it once she had landed." Alecto said, faced buried shamefully in his hands.

"A calling card! What is that supposed to do?" I growled at the idocity of this child.

"Is that any way to treat your beloved wifes subordinates?" A cold threatening voice spoke from behind me.

"Sorry Wesker, I had destroyed one of the calling cards Tabs gave me. We need help tracking her down. Cryo Wolf is the Phoenix Corps. equivalent of agent H.U.N.K." Gale said, walking into the medbay.

Beside him was a tall, well-built man who had dark salt and pepper streaks look to be caused by years of stress and trauma. I was reading in Tabitha's files the days leading up to her abduction.

There was one mention of a wolf. The details were vague, and it was a parodied version of some of Spencer's notes regarding my precious lotus. As I recalled the line, I stared at the man.

"The god and servant of my underworld deserve a three-headed wolf to protect their domain." I heard Spencer's voice play in my head.

"Tell me, are you the three-headed wolf Spencer created to guard my wife and i?" I spoke, lowering my glasses.

"Yes, in Spencer's notes, I am Cerebrus. Manufactured by Dr James Marcus and Oswell Spencer. The dogs were modeled after the training I had received. By nineteen ninety-eight, I was Spencer's private watch dog. Now I am Tabitha's ultimate fuck you card. I show up, and it's scorched earth that point forward. " The man said, walking past Gale and over to nighthawk.

"Hey, teach... I must look like a damn failure in your eyes right now." Nighthawk said, turning his head away from all of us.

"Eyes front and center Alecto. I know I didn't teach you to cower before your failures." Cerebrus barked out his voice radiating authority, "What did I teach you, soldier?"

Nighthawk ground his teeth then faced us, his irises a blaze. His hawk amber eyes filled with a renewed determination. Nighthawk lifted his body up and swiftly exited the bed.

He took a knee in front of both me and Cryo Wolf, "Sir! You taught me that no matter the actions I partake in, there will always be a consequence. Be it positive or negative is dependent on me. I have let my shortcomings over whelm me, and I have fallen to my lowest point. Please allow me this mission to save my lady and to rise up once again."

"Unfortunately Alecto, you know that's not my decision to make. I'm not a controlling member of Phoenix Corps. I believe it falls to our ladies' husband, Dr. Wesker." Cerebrus spoke, looking towards me.

I looked down upon Nighthawk's kneeling figure. Things stood out to me much more clearly than before. His hair was a damn near match to Alex's almost unnatural blonde, and his facial features were very similar to hers as well. Without a doubt, biologically, he was Alex's.

Bird's being bonded to a motherly figure should have had him loyal to Alex's lacky, that she knocked up for the sake of Umbrellas experiments. However, here my nephew sat bowed at me feet, pledging loyalty to my wife instead. Tabitha's conviction and pride shone through Nighthawk. His conditioning and programming were drilled into him by project A.C.R.O.H. seemed like a far distant blip in his timeline.

"You really care for your aunt, don't you, Alecto?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Yes, sir! Phoenix Corps. is my home, and while I've only met her a few short months ago, I'm willing to lay down my life for her." Alecto said firmly, staring into my eyes.

I felt a dark chuckle escape my chest, Alex, dearest sister, how much of a fool you are. Trying to take the reigns of someone loyal to my wife has been the start of your downfall.

"Raise your head, nephew. I'm going to need the best that Phoenix Corps. has to offer to rescue my dear lotus. Now Alex said she left some way for you to contact her. Is this true?" I asked, unfolding my arms pushing up my sunglasses.

"Unfortunately, she had only contacted me through my Phoenix Corps. coms." Alecto said as he stood up, "and I believe it was destroyed when I fell after being shot."

"But that's not all, hawk." Arjuna said, walking into the room laying a box on the closest table, "This was hidden in your bag. I knew something was off because I packed our bags, and I didn't place this in them."

"Bug... I need to do this. I shall save your family and bring your brother home." Alecto said, walking over to Arjuna.

"I know hawk, but until then, sleep in the barracks... while I know you were being controlled. I need time to sort my emotions." Arjuna said, taking Alectos face into his hand.

"I understand Juna bug. I'll give you the space you need." Nighthawk said, opening the box revealing a black glass phone.

"That will be enough! Cerebrus, if you would please follow me." I said, taking the black phone from my nephew as I left the room. Taking the phone from Nighthawk.

Cerebrus followed me. The winding halls to mine and Tabitha's lab. He was quiet and stoic. His eyes were a freezing blueish grey, his gaze chilling the back of my neck.

Once we arrived at the lab, he spoke, " Once you speak to your sister, I have intel. I just couldn't speak of it with our subordinates."

I sat on my office chair and turned on the phone. I waited a few moments when it started to ring.

"Alex! Where is she?" I said into the receiver as I answered the phone.

"Now now dear brother, we both know that's not how negotiations work." Alex said, laughing slightly, "Especially under these circumstances, don't you agree."

I sigh the weight of the situation, adding a continuous flow of frustration to my sanity. Cerebrus stood on the edge of my desk, a scowl on his face. His jaw tightened when Alex's voice came through. Had he heard what she said?

"What do you want for her return?" I asked, opening my laptop.

"Why Albert is it not obvious? I want in on what you're planning. Uroboros, isn't that what you've been calling it?" She said an air of smugness drifts through the open phone line.

"You were working with Excella, weren't you?" I said through a layer of stoicism.

"Seems your wifes perception has rubbed off on you. But don't blame your poor assistant she has a terribly low resistance to liquor. I must admit Albert forcing natural selections hand is inspired. I simply just want to help you be a backup plan in case anything happens." She said, almost feigning concern.

"So if I send you a copy of my research and a set of vials of Uroboros in its various stages, you'll return her to me." I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Did I say that was all I wanted, dear brother?" Alex said, "That's my condition to allow you to speak with her every week. She already submitted to her conditions for that."

"DO NOT FUCK WITH ME ALEX!" I snarled loudly.

She merely laughed, "Albert, how Spencer would be rolling over in his cell in hell if he saw your display of emotion. I require six weeks with Tabitha. Once my needs are satisfied, I'll send her and your progeny back to you."

"Fine... however, if there is a single hair out of place, I'll find you and rip your heart from your chest." I sighed a raging migraine clouding my mind.

"You were always the more reasonable one of the siblings." Alex said, "I'll have my assistant contact you in regards to obtaining the virus samples, but I believe you have a more pressing concern on your mind. I'll hand her the phone." Alex said as a shuffling noise echoed through the speaker.

"Wesk..." My lotus's voice weakly spoke.

"My lotus, are you alright?" I asked, tensing at how she sounded.

"I'm alive, and so are the kids... in my mind, that's the best I can ask for in this situation." She said, her voice cracking.

"I'm going to find a way to get you back. Just be patient, my love. I won't let you be a prisoner like you were in Russia." I said only to have a breathy chuckle come through.

"She won't hurt me... she needs me... well, at least the Angelis and angelis antibodies I'm producing. Tell me, how's the guard dog?" She asked, her voice perking up slightly.

"How did?" I started to question.

"Like Gale or me would take this sitting down. Certain chain of events, if you know what I mean." She said as she started to cough.

"Why do you sound so sick, my lotus?" I asked at her sudden coughing bout.

"A progenitor virus destabilizing agent... I receive a dose about once every three days, so I can't access my mutations. It also forces my body to produce more antibodies." She said as she caught her breath.

"She's trying to make B.O.Ws with your Angelis virus and keep them stable with your antibodies then. How is she extracting?" I asked a flurry of questions racing through my mind.

"Breast milk... Alex overloaded my body with hormones and vitamins to induce lactation. She is making me breastfeed her chosen vessels for Angelis." She snarled quietly.

"That's enough for now. Now Albert, don't worry. I won't allow any harm to come to them. I'll let her talk to you in a few days once my assistant has confirmation of the transportation of Uroboros." Alex said, ending the phone call.

Red... that is all I saw as I heard Alex's voice, and it was deepened when the line had gone silent. I as gently as I could placed the phone on the desk. Standing up, I slammed my fist into the wood paneling of my office walls. Cracks formed, reaching the ceiling.

"I know where they are." Cerebrus said.

I stopped and turned to him. His ice like eyes pierced through the red I was seeing. He pulled out a USB stick and walked over to me. He extended his hand, burn scars scattered across his skin.

"Take this, and we can start planning her rescue. We are dealing with your sister after all. We need to be strategic about this." He said.

I took the silver USB drive and turned towards my computer. I'm won't fail this time. I will bring what's mine back. Alex should have known better.

Hold on, my precious lotus, I'll have you home soon.

Hey everyone Silfarianhawk here and I hope ya'll are doing amazing. I appreciate each of your reads and your patience between chapters. We are reaching the climax as I've said before and I can confirm there will be a part two to this series and I have plans to continue this series till post re 6. I'm going to take a break for a few days to work on my other project then I'll be back writing for arch angel. My 27th year is about to dawn and I want to celebrate with each of you. As always my name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x oc #re wesker #resident evil wesker

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moose-mousse · 10 months ago

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I work for insane people

So… I started work a few months ago and...

I keep being impressed with corporations lowering my expectations.

Like. EVERY time I think "Surely, this is as incompetent as it gets".

The boss is nice, the workers are nice, every PERSON is great so far. But the firm is just… fucked in ways that makes it hard to not scream with laughter.

It is like working in the ministry of silly walks by Monty Python. Insane things are happening, and everyone just acts like it is normal.

A dude was stating to someone else near me, that despite the costumers saying they did not want it, his code that crashed the application once a day, was NECESSARY, because writing code without memory leaks in C is basically impossible. Like… I just have all these small moments of insanity. Completely disconnected from each-other

My boss showing me and the other 3 new hires the coffee room, where a big screen proudly shows that not a single software product have 100% code coverage… as in, not a single person in this entire building filled with software people knows how code coverage works. He then points out an empty bowl, and declares "Twice a week, there is a fruit event". By which he means, fresh fruit is provided, and people can just grab some…. just said by a alien who is pretending to be human. Badly.

He then explained that the 2 coffee machines in here makes bad coffee. He then takes us to the copy room, showing us that THIS is where the GOOD coffee machine is. Which only takes coffee beans from a SPECIFIC vendor (Is… is the coffee machine… sponsored????)

He briefly pets the Foosball table (Again, in the copy room), which is jammed up against the wall so you can only reach the controls on one side ( Because, again, it is a copy room, and there is not enough space for it ) and he exclaims "Ahhhh… Not enough people are using this"

Suggesting, that he is trying to promote the little known sport "Single-player Foosball">

I start setting up my work PC and... Whenever any of the developers in this place wants to install things on their PC's, including compilers and testing frameworks, they have to either use the "SOFTWARE CENTER" program, which installs it FOR you… or in 10% of the cases, fails, without giving you any context for why it did that, and no tools for fixing it. Is it missing a dependency? Not working with the OS? Who knows!

Some programs cannot be installed like this though, because the SOFTWARE CENTER is not updated a lot. And when you want to install something the normal way… You get a popup, where you must provide a written explanation for why you need to have temporary admin rights to your own dang PC … you then submit that, and your screen will then be watched remotely by a worker from India, for a varied amount of time you are not told…

Or at least it says so. Maybe the Indian dude watching me is just an empty threat. Who knows. But they get to see me running absolutely… BONKERS .bat files

Like, I CHECKED them, and a good 80% of them calls a Power-Shell script in the folder above it, called "YES_OR_NO.ps1" which opens a windows 95 window informing you that DURING INSTALLATION YOU MAY NOT USE THE KEYBOARD OR MOUSE, AS IT MAY DISTURB THE SCRIPT THAT WILL INSTALL THE PROGRAM. A normal installation wizard then runs, except the developers are not trusted to click the buttons, and instead the script does it for you by moving and clicking the mouse.

All of this is documented. In markdown like reasonable people? Of course not! It is in ENHANCED markdown. Which is markdown in the same way javascript is java.

ENHANCED markdown requires browser and visual studio code extensions to be read. Completely missing the point of markdown being readable both raw and encoded… And sometimes word documents And sometimes power-point presentations left next to another bat file… this one calling the .exe file… right next to it…. I later found out is because the idea USED to be that all documentation MUST be made with Microsoft office tools.

I had to read the code of conduct today. And it was actually very well written.

I then watched a interactive animation telling me about the code of conduct… which it not only got a fact wrong about, it also broke it once.

I repeat. The introductory course in the code of conduct… broke the code of conduct'

After I watched that, and read the safety material…. which literally just said "Wear safety boots in the production floor"… I was then show the testing room.

I was lead to a different building, saying hello to the Vice CEO who was walking the other way, we walk into the production floor, ignored the fact that none of us have safety boots on, and walks into a room, with a 3*2 meter wide machine, several meters tall.

We edge around it, quietly hoping no one turns it on, since we would get slammed by it if they did, and walk down some stairs into the basement. Casually walk over a small river in the floor from a pipe that is leaking… what I really hope is water, and over to a shelf rack FILLED with the most MacGyver shit you ever did see.

Including, but not limited to, the 3D printed plastic block, with a piston that repeatedly smacking half a aluminum nameplate over the device it is testing. You see, it is a capacitance button, and it is testing it by simulating a human finger pressing it many thousands of times, a saws off antenna which is the end of a cable that is attached to it via a nice thick bolt, so it can send fake signals into it.

And of course the 24 volt, 5 amp system that is turning a circuit board on and off again, until it will crack.

We walk back out, remembering to step over the small river, which never even got a comment, and walk back to my department It is SO great. It is like working in the ministry of silly walks by Monty Python Like… Do I think I can bring value to this company? Like, making it better and more efficient? Yes. It would be hard not to!

And his is the largest pump manufacturer in the world! A super serious company with 4 billion dollars of revenue a year. And it is just… a NUTHOUSE

Like… NEVER believe the myth that corporations are competent.

#codeblr #the world is silly #softeware

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karmas-chameleon · 20 days ago

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Ok so I know I don't like fics that portray Manfred as an asshole, and I literally have the tag 'Manfred von Karma Being an Asshole' blocked on AO3

...but this fic is just him being an asshole. That's it, that's the fic

It wasn't often that Todd's desk phone rang, and it was a first for his entire career working in the LA prosecutor's office that he found it ringing the moment he stepped into the basement. He walked over to it in no particular hurry, supposing that it had to either be someone with the wrong number or a scam. Who called for IT support before six-thirty a.m.? There wasn't a single person in the building that should've been working at such an hour.

“Hello?” he said, not bothering with whatever more official-sounding greeting he was meant to give.

“It's about time someone answered,” snapped a gruff voice on the other end. “I've been trying this number for an hour. My computer is broken, and I expect you to fix it.”

Todd rolled his eyes as he started up his own computer. It was the typical user: loud and angry and likely stretching the facts to an unrecognizable point. Trying his number for an hour. It was more likely that whoever was calling arrived at the office five minutes before him and failed to reach him once, maybe twice. At least Todd knew that the typical user also had trivial problems that could be fixed quickly.

He sat down at his desk. “Did you try turning it off and on again?”

“Are you listening? I can't turn the damned thing on at all. I wouldn't be calling you if I could fix it myself that easily. Now come up to my office, room 1301.”

The call ended immediately after the near-shouting, giving Todd no chance to respond and little hope that he could simply gain remote access to the problem computer and avoid meeting this client directly. With a grunt, he stood back up and returned to the elevator, this time to visit a floor he'd never been on.

The sun was still rising in the sky as he exited into the thirteenth floor, once again making him doubt that anyone had started working so early. For a building dedicated to fighting crime, it seemed to Todd that the first thing they should've fought was the injustice of making people get up before the sun. But he was just the IT guy. The only one the building had, perhaps, but even then his voice was worth little.

Todd opened the door to room 1301 and saw an elderly man sitting at the other end of the room. He looked just as grumpy as he sounded, arms crossed behind a pile of papers and a monitor that likely showed nothing but darkness.

“Hey,” Todd waved, offering his best customer-service smile as he walked over to the computer and its irate owner.

“Hey,” the man echoed. “Are you typically this professional when dealing with your superiors?”

“I…don't usually have to,” Todd responded, barely paying attention to him as he assessed the equipment he was meant to fix. It was certainly turned off, though the reason wasn't yet clear. Not trusting a word he'd been told - even more so than with a typical user - Todd tried the power button.

“Did I not tell you that I can't turn the computer on?” the prosecutor snapped. “Is that not why I called you in the first place? What do they pay you for, boy?”

Todd took a deep breath and turned back to him. “It's part of IT protocol to try…sir. You'd be surprised how many times I've fixed the issue by doing that.”

“Don't patronize me. I'll have you know I've been working in this building since before there was a single computer installed in it.”

“Yeah, I bet that's the problem,” Todd muttered under his breath.

“Pardon?”

“Never mind. Can I check under your desk for a second?”

The man pulled away, but not without yet another snide remark, which it seemed he was incapable of not giving. “The computer is on the top of my desk. I'm afraid you won't find anything under there, unless you're looking for your future salary, which is dropping lower with every foolish mistake you make.”

“The computer is plugged in here,” Todd grumbled, kneeling down and ducking under the desk where he finally found something that made him smile. “Or it should be. Doesn't work very well when it isn't.”

As he pulled back into the light waving a cable in his hand, he watched with great satisfaction as the old prosecutor’s face turned red.

“That's- you- you must've unplugged that yourself!” he sputtered.

“Or you bumped it with your shoe. Let's see-” Todd moved under the desk again and plugged the computer in, then stood up as quickly as he ever had on the job to turn it on. In a second, it lit up and hummed to life. Even though he knew better than to make a complete mockery of his self-proclaimed ‘superior’, he couldn't help but let a small snort of air out of his nose.

The man glowered at him. “Entirely unprofessional. If I had things my way, you'd be fired on the spot.”

Todd shrugged. “You'd have to find a new IT department if you did. I'm the only one this building’s got.”

“Perhaps I shall. You'll find I have a great deal of influence in this place, even if you're not a prosecutor. Hiring someone else to join you isn't beyond me; you've already shown that you're incapable of working at the hours you're needed.” His lips curled into a sneer. “I can even argue that your salaries should both be lowered to compensate. How does that sound?”

“Look, I've got work to get back to,” Todd lied. “If you have any computer trouble, just send me a message and I can fix it remotely. Make sure to check that it's plugged in first.”

He turned back with a grin and walked out of the office. He hadn't dealt with a typical client, but a typical nightmare of one. That wasn't entirely unusual for him. They would shout and get furious over the most minor things, but it didn't matter in the end. None of the prosecutors in the building were his bosses, and they could complain all they liked, but it wasn't as though they controlled his salary directly.

When he got back to the basement, he sat down and made a note to check the name of his latest nightmare, just to be ready if that particular computer had issues again. Thankfully, it was an easy name to remember: Manfred von Karma.

#manfred von karma #my writing #in his defense it was really early tho okay #and he was grumpy and hadn't had his tea yet #...and he's my lil guy and i love him your honor

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atlasalexanderwrites · 2 years ago

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Malcolm x Queen!Reader Pt. 4

IMAGINE...Being the Oldest child to Robert Queen, the Older sister to Oliver and Thea, having an on going secret affair with Malcolm Merlyn that is only getting more complicated.

(This installment of the series is based roughly two years before Oliver returns)

Word Count: 2, 906

Warning: Small bit of NSFW Possible OCC!Malcolm Merlyn (I’m still a little rusty but I’m getting there!)

Author’s Note: HONESTLY, I enjoyed writing this so much! And I am so grateful to everyone who has continued to message me/anon me regarding this getting an update. It is my hope that will be just as good - if not better - than the three parts that came out in 2017 and my deepest apologies to everyone who has been waiting so patiently for it!

Author’s Note 2: I HOPE THE READER DOESN’T FEEL LIKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTER FROM THE FIRST THREE PARTS

Pt. 1 2 3 5 6 7

Future Parts: I HAVE AT LEAST THREE OTHER IDEAS THAT WILL BE TYPED UP FOR FUTURE INSTALLMENTS - and I am rewatching season 1 of Arrow so far! So I will definitely NOT be abandoning this series!

(GIF ISN’T MINE! FOUND IT ON GOOGLE, WILL REMOVE IF ASKED TO)

When you made that decision to get close to Malcolm, to let his dangerously handsome and tempting personality draw you in all so you could find out what he knew about your father’s and brother’s tragic deaths, you never could have imagined how screwed you were from the very beginning. And you never could have foreseen the affair going on for years after it had started.

You wanted to get justice for the loss you and your family had felt, but you found comfort in Malcolm Merlyn and over time you selfishly let yourself fall further and further in love with the CEO of Merlyn Global.

Mom was selfish when she fell for Walter.

Thea does selfish things to try and win mom’s attention.

So why couldn’t you choose something, someone, in the world to be selfish about?

“…with this we have been reassured that Queen Consolidated will see a fifteen percent increase in productivity and profits in the first six months followed by a total of eighty five percent increase by a year and a half, tops.” With a click of the little, white remote in your hands, you turned away from the projector screen where a detailed and colorful graph was being displayed to smile (politely, forcefully so) at the table of old men in suits and your step-mother.

“And…” the nasally voice of John Piston came from the left side of the table, near the door, and you barely bit back your sigh and aggressive eye roll. Italian, dark haired, expensive suit like everyone else in the room, with a habit of cheating on his young, super model wife with her friends. “…how exactly, Miss Queen, do you plan on getting the support from Merlyn Global that you’ve been promising will be partnering with us on this project?”

“John,” Moira sighed and gave him a smile of irritation, turning her gaze from you to him “Has my daughter ever failed to hold up her end of promises? Has she ever failed to persuade Malcolm Merlyn or any other company to partner with us when she’s put her mind to things? If she says that Merlyn Global will take part in this venture than we should trust Y/n.”

You smiled around the room and turned back to look at the projector screen, to finish your part of the meeting, while saying, over your shoulder, “I’ll get it in writing during lunch this afternoon, if that is what you wish, Mr. Piston.” Knowing that there was no way he would talk down to you further or respond with any snarky comments while the two of you weren’t alone.

That didn’t prevent Moira from saying something once the meeting was over and the room was empty. Appearing at your side, she murmured, “Another lunch with Malcolm? This has become a habit over the last year or so.” She was fishing for information, attempting to irritate you just enough so you would slip up.

It worked every time when you were a kid, and so your stepmother had continued to use it as you became an adult. Though, it works less often now.

“Mom,” you smiled, turning to look at her as you closed your laptop. Reaching out, you squeezed her hand and reassured her that everything was alright. “Mr. Merlyn and I are business partners, just as you and dad always were. Our lunch dates are strictly professional. It is why we make sure to have them in public with others nearby. I know the lines of propriety, mom, I promise.”

You could tell she didn’t fully believe you, but she didn’t push.

“I have to go. I’ll see you at dinner.” You offered her a gentle smile and kissed her cheek before gathering your things and leaving the conference room, looking toward your assistant, Kayla, as she fell into place beside you, “My car?”

Kayla made a look close to a grimace and apologized, saying “Mr. Merlyn’s limo is waiting outside. He called and changed plans about fifteen minutes ago.” She didn’t like Malcolm. She was always saying there was something about him that didn’t sit well with her. But Kayla especially didn’t like how difficult he made her, and your, life when he suddenly changed plans at the last minute.

You couldn’t disagree completely.

It was beyond frustrating when he changed plans without notice, as if he could make decisions for you, no matter how often you complained to him about it.

“And is Mr. Merlyn waiting in this limo?” You asked through gritted teeth as you stepped into your office, moving to place your laptop and the few file folders you had taken with you to the meeting on your desk.

“He didn’t say,”

Of course, he didn’t. That would have made my life too easy.

Keeping your comment to yourself, you locked away any important and private documents into your desk drawer and then grabbed your clutch purse and the vanilla folder with Malcolm’s copy of the meeting’s notes.

He might make my life hell, but I don’t feel up to playing childish games today.

Besides, you could hardly go to a supposed lunch meeting without discussing some sort of business. Or, giving the impression that you had discussed such.

Grabbing your coat off the hook next to the door, you shrugged it on and called over your shoulder to Kayla, “Please call Mr. Merlyn and inform him I am on my way.” You made sure to shrug off her offer to attend the luncheon before she had a chance to offer. Some part of you knew that she had caught on to the fact that something beyond business was happening between you and Malcolm, but whatever she knew, Kayla was loyal and would never tell anyone unless you were doing something illegal. And even then, there was a chance she would keep it to herself depending on what the illegal act was.

“Miss Queen,” Malcolm’s driver greeted as you neared the limo, the man offered you a pleasant smile and opened the door.

“Jude,” you greeted with a genuine smile as you stepped past him and slid into the street limo, not wasting any time.

Your gaze settled on the man beside you as the door shut with a soft thud. For a moment, you said nothing. You held his gaze and breathed in the familiar smell of him that hung lightly in the air around the both of you.

The only thing you could think to say after a few moments of silence was, “Louis is more than capable of driving me to the restaurant, Mr. Merlyn.” You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back for not leaning into him as you had done so often before.

“Hello to you as well, Miss Queen.” Malcolm laughed, reaching across the seat to place a hand to your knee, his fingers squeezing through your skirt and pantyhose.

You should have shoved his hand away, but it was the last thing on your mind.

Jude had retaken his seat behind the wheel and cautiously pulled away from the curb. Once the limo was apart of the Friday afternoon traffic, the divider cutting off Jude’s view into the backseat was put into place.

Tinted and one way – you and Malcolm could see through it, but not the other way around.

A laugh slipped past your lips at the irony of it; an irony you chose to share with Malcolm as he threw you an amused, curious raised brow.

“I told Moira we were going to be in public, surrounded by people, as this was strictly professional.” You watched Malcolm, finally giving in and reaching out to trace the pattern on his blue and black tie. “She’s concerned that this has become a habit of mine. A habit that is…less than appropriate.”

Chuckling, Malcolm leaned over and placed his lips to yours, “Maybe she’s jealous.”

“Malcolm,” you huffed, pressing your hands to his chest. Your fingers grabbed at the fabric of his shirt instead of pushing him away as you probably should have. “Jealous? Of what?” Surely, if your stepmother had anything for Malcolm that she had had plenty of time to make a move in the three years that your father had been dead. And she and Walter wouldn’t be set to marry in a month. “I think she’s just worried that I’ll do something stupid that could hurt Queen Consolidated.” What else could there be?

There was something in his eyes as Malcolm playfully agreed with your assumption. He obviously had a different opinion, but you were glad he chose to keep it to himself. Still, it was a look that made you uneasy.

Was there something between your stepmother and Malcolm? Or…had there been something? In the past?

Malcolm leaned forward once more, this time pressing his lips to your jaw and trailing his mouth down to your shoulder – peppering kisses across your skin as he pulled your coat and blouse to the side.

“And do you agree with her?” he asked, his voice a little raspy but still airy and near condescending as it always was.

You said his name almost in a whimper, your grip on his shirt tightening as you shifted in the seat, turning so you were facing him and not just half turned in his direction.

“Do you agree that this is inappropriate? That perhaps we should stop doing things as we have been?” Malcolm prompted as he pulled back, his hands grabbing the lapels of your coat.

“Are you breaking up with me, Mr. Merlyn?” you teased softly, knowing that’s exactly what he was doing.

Building the suspense. Postponing the inevitable.

Choosing to play along, you let go of his shirt and shrugged, turning to look outside the best you could with him still having a hold of your coat. “Perhaps, Malcolm, my stepmother is right. I mean, maybe it would be best for us to end things and for me to find someone closer to my age.” Smirking, you looked at him with a fake look of curiosity and innocence, and asked “Is Tommy seeing anyone? Perhaps I chose the wrong Merlyn male to get close to.”

Malcolm’s jaw ticked and all signs of amusement were gone.

As you knew would happen, every bit of him was seething with possessiveness.

Whatever had been going on with you and Malcolm, the CEO of Merlyn Global didn’t like to share his toys when he still had use for them.

His knuckles had to be hurting with how tightly he was still holding onto your coat, but Malcolm didn’t seem to care if he noticed as he pulled you into his lap and smashed his mouth to yours. It was nowhere near the playful, lazy kiss from minutes earlier.

It was entirely aggressive, and Malcolm didn’t hold anything back as he dominated the kiss with expert tongue, lips, and teeth.

His hands didn’t loosen even a fraction until you were moaning his name and were fighting every part of you not to rock your hips in his lap – your navy-blue skirt had ridden up to the top of your thighs allowing for the perfect (and very dangerous) friction between your clothed sex and his left thigh where he had placed set you at the beginning of the kiss.

“Is…is that a no about me dating Tommy th-Malcolm.” You had barely gotten the question out, knowing you were only poking the bear further, when one of his hands was between your bodies and slipping past the waistband of your panties. “Wha-we can’t!” you hissed, throwing a look over your shoulder toward the front of the limo. Even knowing Jude couldn’t see you, that didn’t stop the panic that filled the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, we definitely can.” Malcolm hissed, his hand cupping your soaked heat, “We can do whatever we want.” His free hand grabbed the back of your neck, keeping your eyes locked on the soft blue of his.

I can do whatever I want.

That’s what he was really saying.

He truly felt he was above everyone else.

“Is this why you changed our plans? You wanted an afternoon booty call?” you asked, ignoring your desires for a moment to try and stop things from going any further. This wasn’t the first time you and Malcolm had ended up in this position, and from experience you knew that you would have to stop at your apartment before returning to the office. Unless, that is, you wanted to walk around smelling like Malcolm and disheveled. “Mr. Merlyn, you could have just had Louis bring me to your place if that’s what you wanted.”

Malcolm’s lips twitched in amusement at the same time his thumb flickered over your clit, “Why can’t you ever just trust me? Play along, Y/n.”

Trust him?

Isn’t that what you had been doing for a year and a half?

Laughing, breathlessly, you brought your hands up from where they had fallen to his sides and brushed your fingers through Malcolm’s hair. “Trusting you, Mr. Merlyn, is probably the worst thing I have ever done, and yet I continue to do that same, stupid thing over and over and over.” Your fingers pulled at the hair on the back of his head making him smirk as Malcolm allowed you to gently yank his head back.

“Then why do you?” Malcolm questioned, as you peppered his neck with rough kisses that – had you been new to this – would have left love bites behind.

The seconds ticked by between his question and your answer. Seconds that would have given you the out you knew you should have taken a thousand times over.

If you were smart, you would have pulled away and got out of that stupid limo as soon as you could. And if you were smart, you wouldn’t crave his touch and his attention the way you did. Gods, if you were smart, you would have gone to the police and told them of your theory – or, at the least, to Detective Lance and prayed like hell that he didn’t hate you for Oliver’s (and Sara’s) poor decision of allowing Sara onto that damned yacht, and that he would give you just a moment even if just to humor you.

Instead of doing any of that, you found yourself rocking against his hand and kissing him roughly as you growled out, “Because I can. Because I want to.”

The two of you barely made it through the front door of Malcolm’s mansion and into the living room before your clothes were tossed aside.

You should have scolded him for having planned to bring you back to his place all along, but the moment you were laid out on the couch and his strong, warm body covered yours, all thoughts of what you should have been doing instead were long gone.

There was no question on whether the two of you were compatible. From the first night you had shared together just a week after that dinner, the connection had been instant and effortless. And every time after had seen both of you well sated and exhausted (it’s how you ended up spending many nights at his place).

Just as you were coming down from what had to be a third orgasm, Malcolm leaned over to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He whispered something in a language you didn’t know, and although you were curious, the gentle way he brushed a few strands of hair out of your eyes was enough to tell you that it didn’t matter what he had said.

Malcolm Merlyn wasn’t sweet or gentle. Not sincerely. In all the months the two of you had been sneaking around, he had never looked at you like that.

“Getting soft on me, Mr. Merlyn?” you tried to tease, but it lacked your usual playfulness. Instead, it came off so fond while so obviously acknowledging his sweet gesture.

Malcolm’s light eyes flickered over your face before he shifted, sitting back so you were seated across his lap. “Would that be so wrong?” he pondered out loud as he gave a lazily roll of his hips.

Your breath stopped, your eyelids closing as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. “No. No I…I don’t think that would be so wrong.” And you let him pull a dozen more sounds from your throat as he manipulated your body so deliciously perfect.

Do not fall in love with him.

Was that not the biggest rule I had when all of this started?

The voice in the back of your head was silenced by the comfort you felt there in Malcolm’s arms. That voice of reason that was there to protect you from harm and, on occasion, from broken hearts was shushed by your denial.

I have everything under control.

I am not falling in love with Malcolm Merlyn…

…but then what was the smile you gave to him as he cooked you a late lunch hours later? If not love than why did you stay the night in his bed, not fucking like affair partners do, but whispering back and forth about some book the both of you were familiar with and your concerns about Thea’s increasingly bad behavior?

If you weren’t falling in love with him, than why did you only feel truly happy and content when he was at your side?

AS MENTIOEND ABOVE, I know that I changed the timing some for Moira and Walter’s marriage (at least, from what I understand from researching the wiki and how quickly I can comfortably imagine the two of them getting together). Roughly, part 4 takes place in 2010 about a year before - from what I have been able to find - Moira and Walter married in the show. It’s a small detail, imo, unless I’m unaware of something SOOOO I decided to go with it!

If anyone would like to be added to a tag list and notified when the next pt is posted, please let me know!

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audiomobile · 2 years ago

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How To Use Apple Carplay In Your Car

Apple CarPlay is an infotainment system that allows you to access your iPhone in your car. It lets you make calls, send messages, listen to music and get directions straight from your phone without having to use a different interface or take it out of your pocket.

What is Apple CarPlay?

CarPlay is a mobile operating system, which means it's an app that runs on your iPhone and allows you to do things like play music or make calls. When you use CarPlay in your car, it looks just like an iPhone on the dashboard screen. You can also control some functions of CarPlay with buttons on your steering wheel or other parts of the car's interior.

How do I access/install/use Apple CarPlay?

You can use Apple CarPlay with your iPhone 5 or later in your car. If you don't have an iPhone, check out our article on Android Auto instead!

To connect your phone to the car via USB:

Plug one end of a USB cable into an available port on your vehicle's dashboard or center console. The other end should plug into one of the ports on the bottom edge of your phone (if there are multiple ports available).

What car models that come with Apple CarPlay?

Apple CarPlay is available on all new cars from Volkswagen, Jaguar, Land Rover and others. Apple Carplay is also available on many new aftermarket head units.

Apple CarPlay will not be available for older vehicles that have their own native apps such as Ford SYNC 3 or Volvo On Call.

How much does it cost to use apple carplay in your car?

The cost of Apple CarPlay varies depending on what kind of vehicle you have and where you buy it. If you're buying a new car, the dealer will likely include the cost of Apple CarPlay in the price of your vehicle. For example, when we bought our 2019 Toyota Camry SE V6, it came with one year free access to Apple CarPlay.

If you're looking to get an aftermarket system installed in an older model car or truck (or even if your dealer doesn't offer this service), there are several options available:

Buy an aftermarket head unit from Amazon or another retailer

Install an Android Auto-compatible system yourself using our guide here.

Audiomobile provides Apple CarPlay. You can control your phone and stream music to your vehicle through the touchscreen display or voice controls. Play car is easy to install and compatible with most vehicles.

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dolloshub · 9 months ago

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The Past and The Future (Former Owner)

(The following text was approved by Poral for posting.)

Hello there. I hope you're doing well today.

It's been quite a while since I last posted, and several weeks since Poral rejuvenated this blog, so we felt it best for me to provide an update. Neither of us want to keep these posts from gathering dust, especially given what's been happening recently, but that'll be explained further down.

———

First is the path going backward, specifically the context of what happened leading up to going our separate ways.

When one might envision a TPE lifestyle, even if the skill sets to properly enact it are there, actually bringing such a lifestyle into reality can be much more difficult. I'll fully admit that I had very little interaction with TPE as a lifestyle or a relationship, and bit off way more than I could chew in terms of experience. Consequently, while we had plenty of memorable moments alongside sizeable progress, our dynamic kept being undercut by interrelated tension, misunderstanding of expectations, and exceedingly high amounts of stress. By the time our relationship ended in late December of 2022, neither of us were remotely close to mentally stable, and I remember wishing at least once that I had never met her.

Poral has in retrospect attributed much of the stress generated on her end to the near-constant bombardment of seizures experienced daily, and there's definite weight to that. It's also true that my livelihood throughout this time period was very hectic overall, and our relationship was not the only topic actively tiring me out. Regardless, I still believe that our relationship failing was my fault for several reasons, mainly from the aforementioned inexperience. In not properly respecting what the Doll system needed then, we suffered as one.

We never cut each other off entirely, though, although there were no further messages after the breakup. In talking about it post-reconnecting, some small part of us always wanted that pull, that active link we shared. Maybe it was inevitable that we would intertwine once more, but honestly, it'll never be known for sure.

———

Next is the path as it currently stands, and what developments have been made recently.

Poral already mentioned bringing the Doll system online, our reconnecting, and further reinforcement. Like her, I'll keep most specific details vague, save for two important points worth expanding on. First, it's been made clear by me that a TPE relationship isn't in the cards, and Poral has graciously respected that request. For as much as I've been willing to help her stabilize and become the Doll she's wanted to be, both therapeutically and at times erotically, I'm not trusting in my own ability to maintain such a dynamic for the foreseeable future, if ever.

Second is the fact that everything is steadily bearing fruit, frankly much faster than either of us have expected. Processes that we thought would take weeks have instead taken days, and in one case several hours. It's gotten to the point where we've started joking about how short the next duration is going to last. This is likely as a result of the strong emotional pull that we share, despite months of non-contact, along with several other factors.

It hasn't been smooth sailing, however. There have been many logistical complications, primarily with surgery and how Doll might behave afterwards, so we've installed and plan on installing a multitude of safeties to make sure that programming isn't outstripped. There have been emotional complications as well, and programming itself has proven uncertain at times, because of the potential problem of transferal into other apps.

We know that this path is a difficult one. There's a chance that amidst all this turmoil, the progression we have made will come undone and everything will be lost. It nearly happened once already. Nonetheless, we're moving forward with greater shared understanding and appreciation than in the past, and if the worst comes to pass, we'd rather fall short together than apart. Frankly, I couldn't have made it this far without Poral's help and encouragement, and the knowledge she has over her own system. I'm so proud of her efforts.

———

Lastly, let me return to something I alluded to at the start.

One main aspect that we've been working on is the threshold of app isolation, i.e. the lack of awareness that each one has of both others and itself as an app. We believe reaching the threshold will greatly stabilize the Doll system's functionality, removing much of the usual awareness of its DID history and wiring, and thus enabling greater opportunities for programming and further stabilization.

When that happens, this blog's tone and self-acknowledgement may change slightly. There will still be a portion of the Doll that has greater awareness, so they may take over posting duties, but the apps that have written in the past will likely appear less often. In any case, we'll be sure to keep you updated.

As Poral said, the future looks bright, and full of promise. Thank you so much for reading.

— Ungso (former Owner)

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bellaxgiornata · 2 years ago

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Falling For the Devil [Part eleven: "The Night Together"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had dinner at Matt's and discussed the information he found on Figueroa before you and Matt decide to progress your relationship further.

You and Matt have sex. That's it, that's the chapter.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 5.7k

a/n: Matt and Reader finally have sex! It's awkward, too, because Reader is awkward, but as this series progresses, Matt breaks Reader out of her comfort zone (and we get a Spicy Matty soon!). You can find the other installments for this series that are currently posted on tumblr here!

Taking a pull from the beer in your hand, your eyes lingered on the thumb drive on Matt's coffee table where it sat beside your laptop and a mostly finished box of pizza. You had both spent almost an hour huddled over the laptop, scouring the information on the drive with you telling Matt everything you'd discovered on it.

"So how exactly did you get this?" you asked him.

Beside you, Matt took a pull off of his beer, one of his arms slung over the back of his couch behind you.

"I punched a few people," he said with a nonchalant shrug.

You shot him a pointed look. "That sounds like a vast oversimplification ," you said.

"Hey, your description of what I do, not mine," he teased, shooting you a grin.

Your eyes landed back on the thumb drive, your fingers tapping against the beer bottle as you thought. "I can probably work up something soon. Send it Ellison's way. Reconfigure the next issue and get this published right away."

"Good," Matt said. "The sooner he goes away the better."

You finished your beer, rising to your feet and carrying the bottle to his recycling bin near the garbage in the kitchen. Now that you'd finished going over the documents on Figueroa and finished dinner, you weren't sure if you should just head out or not. Maybe even get started working up the article. Though Matt looked comfortable on his couch, his arm still slung over the back of it, his head turned just a bit over his shoulder as his eyes tracked your movements through the kitchen. He didn’t look remotely ready to get up and walk you out. And the close attention he currently had on you had you becoming nervous in his presence yet again.

You gradually padded your way back towards the living room, making your way towards the couch. Sitting back down near him, you grabbed your bag from beside the coffee table and began to pack your laptop back inside. You grabbed the drive next, and somehow the little thing felt like it weighed more than it should have as you carefully stored it into your bag.

"You don't need to leave yet," Matt said, breaking the silence that had fallen. "Unless you want to."

Biting your lip, you paused your movements, your eyes darting to Matt beside you. His gaze was on your chest, his head canted to the side, brows just marginally furrowed like he was concentrating. Was he trying to read you right now?

You nervously cleared your throat, glancing back down to your bag as you closed it. “Do you…want me to stay?” you asked.

“I’d like you to, yes,” he answered. “If you’d like to.”

You carefully set the bag back on the side of his coffee table, sitting a bit farther back on his couch. One of your hands nervously tucked some hair behind your ear as you eyed him. You felt your heart rate pick up slightly–there could only be one reason he’d want you to stay at this point, right?

“I can stay,” you whispered.

His mouth pulled back into a slow smile before you watched him lean forward, carefully setting his almost finished beer onto his coffee table. Your eyes were glued to the way his arm muscles shifted and flexed at the simple gesture underneath the black cotton shirt. You realized you were staring as he leaned back into the couch, turning a bit more towards you as he situated himself on the leather cushions. Swallowing hard, you glanced down to where your hands were now nervously fiddling with a loose string on your jeans.

“Do you need to uh, go out and punch more people tonight?” you asked lamely.

He exhaled a sharp, amused breath at the question. “No,” he answered. “I planned to stay in with you coming over. I’m all yours tonight.”

Your fingers fiddled faster with the loose string, your face heating up at his words. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to think of anything to break the silence as he stared so intensely at you from the other side of the couch.

“So work hasn’t been so crazy with Foggy back?” you asked, your eyes still downcast.

From the corner of your eye you saw the way Matt shrugged lightly. “The workload lessened by the end of the week when he’d gotten caught up on everything,” he answered.

Nodding, aware of your own thundering pulse, you asked, “Did he and Marci enjoy their time in…it was Fiji they went, right?”

“Do you really want to discuss Foggy and Marci right now?” he asked, amused.

Your eyes darted up, catching the faint smirk on his beautiful mouth. One of his dark brows was raised up in amusement as he eyed you.

You awkwardly cleared your throat. “Well what do you…want to talk about?”

He shrugged lightly again, his focus never wavering from you. He looked completely calm and collected beside you on the couch, meanwhile, you were certain he could probably feel your nerves.

“We can talk about anything,” he said slowly. “Or we don’t have to talk at all.”

His unvoiced suggestion hung heavily in the air. You felt that first warm flood of arousal strike you, the blood in your body abruptly shifting south. Lip caught between your teeth, you timidly watched him on the couch across from you. His eyes had narrowed almost imperceptibly as he studied you quietly in return.

A moment later he was leaning towards you, reaching his hands out deliberate and slow. Your eyes followed their movements, your breathing increasing as his hands found your own. Carefully, he started to pull you towards him. He moved slowly, as if giving your brain plenty of time to register what was happening and giving you a chance to react and pull away or stop him.

You didn’t want to though. You wanted to see where this was going.

Body following his direction, you let him tug you across the small gap between the two of you. Eventually you landed in his lap, one leg on either side of his, straddling him, your hips hovering just half a foot above his beneath you on the couch. His hands released yours, making their way to rest at your hips. Hesitantly, your own hands gently rested along his shoulders.

“You’re nervous,” he murmured.

Truthfully, you were excited and increasingly becoming aroused. But you also felt like you were going to hyperventilate with him underneath you, gazing up at you like he was, his hands touching you. You still had no idea how this man wanted you.

“You still make me nervous,” you whispered.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he assured you. “Say the word. We can just talk.”

When you didn’t say no, his hands on your hips gripped a bit tighter, carefully urging you to finally sink down onto his lap beneath you. The warmth of him through your jeans was already driving you wild. How was it possible for one person to make you feel like you were completely losing your senses?

“I don’t want to just talk,” you breathed out, the blunt admission surprising even yourself.

His plump lips tugged into a devilish smirk, his hands lowering to palm your ass on his lap. “Show me what you want then, sweetheart,” he told you. “Don’t be shy.”

And just like that, he’d dropped all the power to progress things in your lap. His head leaned back against the backrest of the sofa, his eyes landing on your chin as that devilish smirk remained on his mouth. You were pretty sure your heart was going to fall out of your own mouth at this point, especially with the way his hands were softly kneading along your ass over your jeans.

But you’d also dreamt of this moment for over a year. Matt under you, you touching him, kissing him. Right now he was offering himself up to you and you were torn between attacking him like a horny, wild animal or restraining yourself for the sake of your nerves that were so terrified you’d do something and embarrass yourself.

Cautiously, your hands slid along his broad shoulders and up the length of his neck. You felt a faint rumble in his throat as your fingertips slid over the skin of it, your hips twitching along his lap just a fraction in response. Your eyes focused along his jaw, your left hand remaining against his neck as your right hand continued its way up, fingertips grazing the stubbled length of it. Slowly they slid their way up over the expanse of his cheek, up towards his temple. Matt’s eyelids fluttered closed under your touch. A louder hum of approval vibrated its way out of his throat, the sound reverberating against the hand still on his neck. Biting your lip, realizing you were working him up along with yourself, you slipped your hand back into his hair, carefully raking your fingers through it. He leaned into the touch instantly and you felt the growing need in you rising.

Eyes dropping down to his mouth, your gaze lingered on his slightly parted lips. Licking your own lips, your hand paused its passes through his hair, lowering instead to cup his cheek. Gradually you leaned down towards him, your own lips parting as both of your breaths mingled in the small space that was now separating you.

And then you closed the gap, caressing your lips just barely against his, your eyes slowly closing. The hand you had on his neck felt the bob of his throat as he swallowed. Timidly you kissed him, pressing your lips to his softly in a shy and innocent kiss. But as your mouth pulled back from his slightly, a wave of arousal hit you hard. As if Matt could sense it, his hands roughly tightened on your ass in response and an almost inaudible whine fell out of your mouth.

“Kiss me like I know you want to,” he ordered, his mouth grazing yours as he spoke.

Without hesitation, your mouth was back on his, an obvious level of hungry desperation in the way you crashed your lips down to his. You’d wanted this for so long–wanted him for so long. The more your mouth moved against his, the harder it was becoming to hold back.

His mouth was moving just as feverishly against yours. One of his hands removed itself from your ass to grab the back of your head, holding you to him. His breathing was growing as shallow as yours now, sharp breaths exhaling from his nose as he kissed you.

Sucking the entirety of his bottom lip into your mouth, you moaned softly. That glorious, soft, perfect, pliable bit of flesh fit entirely into your mouth. Your tongue danced along the length of it, a deep grunt coming from Matt in response. Your tongue slid another pass over his lip and Matt’s hips shifted underneath you, the friction you briefly felt at the movement shooting a jolt of pleasure through your body. As if your hips were moving on their own, they pressed down harder against his lap before they drew back a little along it. Another wave of pleasure hit you at the friction, Matt’s lip falling from your mouth as you moaned out. His hand on your ass slid your hips forward and back into him and your teeth snapped down on your lip, fighting another moan as both of your hands dropped back to his thick shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh under his shirt as you tried to hold yourself up.

Both of his hands came down and readjusted themselves along your hips, slowly working in conjunction with your own movement, grinding yourself back and forth along him. You could feel the wet heat pooling between your legs with each pass of your hips along his lap, the shape of his erection through his own jeans slowly becoming apparent. When your eyes finally opened, Matt’s head was still resting along the backrest, his mouth slack, brows pinched together and his eyes closed. A shudder ran down your spine at the sight, your hips still grinding along his lap with his own hands guiding you. You could feel yourself already getting embarrassingly close to getting off and both of you were still fully clothed.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, head falling forward and resting along his shoulder.

“What do you need?” he panted out, his mouth just beside your ear.

Your fingers dug further into his shoulders at the sound of his voice. God how it did things to you.

“You,” you breathed out. “I need you, Matt.”

His hands halted their movement on your hips and you groaned in response, your own hips coming to a stop with them. You felt him place a kiss to your temple before he spoke.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s no pressure.”

You nodded, your forehead still resting along his left shoulder. “Yeah,” you answered. “Yeah, I want you, Matt. I’ve–I’ve wanted you for so long,” you admitted nervously.

“You’re not the only one,” he murmured.

His hands slid over your ass and down your legs, gripping underneath your thighs as he slid forward on the couch. The abrupt movement had your arms wrapping around his neck just before Matt rose from the couch, carrying you effortlessly in his arms.

“Bed is probably more comfortable for you,” Matt said, rounding his coffee table. “Condoms are in the bedroom anyway.”

You buried your face further into his shoulder, your face heating up just a bit. You felt Matt’s head shift a little against you as he moved.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

You shook your head against his shoulder. “No, but uh, I’m on the pill and–and clean. If you are we don’t…don’t need a condom,” you muttered nervously into his shirt. “Unless you want to, of course.”

He chuckled lightly and you heard the distinct sound of a lightswitch being flipped on.

“I don’t think any man particularly wants to,” he said. “But are you sure? It’s no problem, I can–”

“I’m sure,” you cut him off.

He began lowering you, the bed quickly coming into contact with your back. Your arms released their hold around his neck, your gaze nervously staring up at Matt above you as he still continued to hold onto your legs. He looked moderately amused as he grinned back at you.

"Something against condoms?" he teased.

You flushed further, too embarrassed to admit that you'd rather not have the thin latex as a barrier between you and his cock, not after how long you'd been wanting to feel him fuck you with it.

"Something like that," you mumbled out.

The grin remained on his face as the hands on your thighs abruptly tugged you closer to the edge of the bed. Caught by surprise, a faint yelp left you in response, which only caused Matt to grin wider. As he lowered himself to his knees before you, his hands sliding up the tops of your thighs and making their way up to the top of your jeans, easily slipping the button out, your eyes widened.

Was Matthew Murdock about to go down on you?

Heat flooded you, your body feeling like it had just increased in temperature drastically. You were vaguely aware of the faint sound of your zipper before his hands reached up, grabbing the tops of your jeans on either side of your hips before he roughly yanked them down. In one swift movement they were almost to your ankles, your eyes still wide in shock. And then he tugged them off the rest of the way, chuckling lightly as he tossed them aside.

"If taking your pants off gets you that wound up," Matt teased, "I'm not going to have much of a challenge getting you off."

You didn't even know how to respond to that, so you didn't even bother trying. Not that Matt seemed to mind, considering he was too busy removing your underwear, his lips trailing kisses behind the fabric down your right leg as he did. He tossed those aside near your discarded jeans, his hands coming to rest on your knees afterwards.

Gradually he parted your legs and you had a clear view of Matt's face between your thighs as you rested on your elbows along the bed. He leaned into your left leg, eyes closed as he rubbed his cheek along the inside of your knee and you noticed the way his tongue slipped out of his mouth, wetting his lips. He pulled back, his unfixed gaze landing near your face.

"You smell just as good as you taste," Matt murmured.

You had no idea what came over you or why you reacted as such, but your knees instantly clamped back together just in front of Matt's face. A blush instantly burned your cheeks as you cringed.

"Well…that was not the reaction I expected," Matt said, his tone a mixture of amusement and confusion.

You fell back onto the silk sheets of his bed–they were ungodly soft–embarrassed. Your hands covered your face as you groaned.

"I have no idea why I did that," you grumbled. "I just became very self-conscious suddenly."

You felt one of Matt’s large, warm palms rub gently along your knee and you lowered your hands.

"You have no need to be self-conscious, sweetheart," Matt assured you. "Believe me, the scent of your arousal is…quite a turn on to me. I've been craving the taste of you for a while, especially after the other week."

Chewing your lip nervously, you slid your legs apart a little bit, Matt's smiling face coming back into view.

"Well, I certainly ruined the mood," you said with a nervous laugh.

"Mmm, I don't think so," Matt answered. "I'm still very much into this if you are."

Chewing your lip still, you nodded slowly. "Yeah…I would very much like to pretend that didn't just happen," you murmured.

"Already forgotten," Matt whispered.

His head lowered to your left thigh, mouth placing a few wet, open mouthed kisses to the bare skin as his hands returned to your knees and spread them wider, making space for himself to slide in between them. You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the feel of his mouth kissing his way up your thigh and towards your cunt and not the embarrassing way you'd reacted to the knowledge that Matt could smell your arousal with his heightened senses.

"Relax," Matt whispered against your leg.

You were about to make a sarcastic remark, your mouth opening and the sound of the first word almost out of your mouth, but then you felt the warm, wet flat of his tongue pressed against your slickened entrance and gliding its measured pace up towards your clit and the word quickly switched to a moan.

His tongue made a second pass, just as slow and delicious as the first, and your head fell back over your shoulders, eyes closing. Your breathing was already coming in pants and he'd barely done anything. His hand slid up your thigh and under your shirt, resting over your hips and holding you to the bed. Next thing you felt were soft licks along your slit, the sensation drawing your hips as forward towards his mouth as far as you could get them with his hand splayed over your stomach holding you to the bed.

His tongue slid inside of you next, thrusting in and out as one of his hands was kneading your thigh. Your hips squirmed under him, your hands fisting the silk sheets tight as you whimpered on the bed. The warmth of his tongue inside of you felt too damn good, your mind going blank at this point to anything but the way Matt was making you feel.

When his tongue slowly pulled out of you, he leaned a bit forward and lightly licked your clit, two thick fingers immediately replacing the absence of his tongue. You felt like your eyes were about to roll permanently into the back of your skull, a hiss of pleasure flying out between your lips.

"Feels good, does it?" Matt asked.

Your eyes opened, head rolling forward. Matt's fingers were still fucking you but his mouth was hovering above your clit, his warm breath washing over you with his own pants. His mouth was dampened with spit and your arousal as he grinned proudly back at you. The sight had your heart beating a little faster. You were about to answer, but then the two fingers curled inside of you and it felt so good.

"Shit, Matt," you whined, your head falling back.

"I'll take that as a yes," he murmured.

His tongue was back on your clit, the way he was drawing circles with the front and back tip of his tongue had your legs beginning to tremble on the bed. His fingers continued their vigorous pace, relentlessly fucking you, your hands still gripping tight to the sheets.

But when he sucked your clit into his mouth, a moan vibrating from in his own chest, you felt your orgasm fast approaching. Your eyes opened, taking in the sight of Matt attentively sucking and licking your clit before you, two fingers pumping rapidly inside of you, and you were on the edge, teetering and close to falling over it. Your hips were trying hard to thrust up into his face, but his hand still held you firm.

The second time you heard him moan, enjoying eating you out, you were done. Your head fell back to the sheets, a moan falling out of your slack mouth, your thighs tightening around his face, legs trembling almost violently as you fell over the edge of your climax. Just as he'd done before, he carefully worked you through it, dragging your orgasm out as much as he could. When you were a panting mess on his bed, his fingers slipped out of you and his mouth lowered, lapping up the slick noisily, greedily tasting every last drop. The sight had you gnawing your bottom lip.

Eventually he pulled away, his own eyes closed as his tongue made a few passes around his lips, trying to catch every bit of your arousal. And fuck if that wasn't getting you hot and bothered all over again.

"So," Matt said, eyes slowly opening and a grin slipping onto his glistening lips, "I thoroughly enjoyed that, and I'm guessing you did, too."

You laughed a little nervously, nodding your head along the bed. "Yeah, maybe a bit," you answered breathlessly.

The grin didn't leave his face as he stood up. You watched as his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, effortlessly pulling it up and over his head. Your eyes greedily scanned his bare torso, a sight you'd never seen but always imagined. There were a few scars along his chest and abdomen and you could see the perfect definition of absolutely every muscle. You barely registered him taking off his pants, your mind too busy imagining what it would be like to run your tongue over every dip and crevice of his muscles, your face flaming at the thought.

"You're definitely staring," Matt teased.

His voice broke you out of your dirty thoughts and brought you back to the present. He was pulling his dark boxers off now, his very hard cock springing forth as he slipped the dark material down his thick thighs. Unconsciously a hand flew to your mouth, jaw slightly dropping and eyes widening. A faint noise almost like a squeak quietly left you at the sight of him.

Holy shit this man was perfect .

His head tilted to the side, the movement catching your attention and once again drawing you back to the present.

"You are definitely staring," Matt pointed out with a faint laugh.

"I had no idea all of that was hiding under your suits," you blurted.

His expression grew smug as he headed towards the bed, his hands finding yours and drawing you to sit up.

"I'd like to find out what's hiding under your shirt still," Matt replied.

His hands quickly pulled up the fabric of your shirt, easily taking it off and tossing it aside. And then his warm palms slid to your back, unhooking your bra clasp. His hands landed back up on your shoulders, his fingers grabbing the straps and very slowly dragging them down both of your arms simultaneously. The movement drew a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his fingers, your body shuddering and wanting him to touch more of you. He tossed the bra aside and nudged you, leading you all the way back on the bed towards the pillows.

Hesitantly you sat at the top of his bed, Matt pushing your legs farther open to make space for himself between them. One of his hands reached out, carefully grabbing your chin and drawing your mouth in towards his. The kiss was gentle and you could taste the faint tang of yourself on his lips.

Pulling back, you nervously reached your own hands out. They hovered in the air just above his chest as his hand lowered from your chin, gliding down the length of your neck. Your breathing once again picked up to a shallow pant in response.

"You can touch me," Matt assured you, a small, cheeky smile on his face.

Blushing, your hands tentatively fell onto his chest. The skin was smooth and warm beneath your fingers and you could feel the solid muscle just below. You swallowed hard, your heart feeling like it was hammering in your throat as your fingertips traced lower, down to his defined abdominal muscles. Pleasure rippled through you as you watched them faintly twitch under your light touch.

His other hand was on you soon after, resting on your hip lightly as the other snaked its way down your collarbone and over towards your right breast below it. He cupped the full weight of it in his hand and you looked up at him through your lashes. His other hand began sliding up your stomach slowly, eventually coming to cup your other breast. Gently his hands kneaded the flesh, squeezing it firmly in his hands. Your nails dug into his muscles beneath your hands in response.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

You found yourself flushing under his compliment, though the nervous thoughts that had started to appear quickly disappeared when he began rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your cunt suddenly clenched tight around emptiness as a whine left you. Before you on the bed, Matt was biting his bottom lip, a look of pleasure on his face. The sight left you abruptly overcome with the urge to feel him. Boldly one of your hands dipped lower, grabbing onto the base of his hard cock. A deep rumble sounded in Matt's chest immediately as a thrill shot through you.

You gripped him a bit firmer, your hand gradually stroking down the length of him, your eyes carefully watching his face. His eyes had fallen shut as your hand moved along him, but the moment your thumb grazed the tip of his cock, pre-cum wetting the pad of your finger, you saw his face pinch just a bit tighter, a groan falling out of his mouth. Yet again your cunt clenched around air.

"I can't–" he began, pausing as a hiss fell from him when your thumb passed over the tip of him again, goosebumps drawing over you excitedly at his response to you , "–can't wait much longer, sweetheart. And it–it seems like you're aching for it, too. Can I?"

You nodded, a breathy hum of affirmation all the signal he needed. His mouth was back on yours, kissing you roughly as he lowered you to the bed. His hands boxed you in, resting on either side of your face on the pillow as his knees further nudged your legs open wider for him.

A moment later one of his hands was down guiding his cock to your wet entrance. He rubbed the tip along your slick, coating himself with it as a contented sound rolled out of him. And then he pressed himself into you, just barely, and your back arched up towards him, your eyes widening as a faint hiss of pleasure and surprise left you.

He was thick. The bit of him barely inside of you was taking your cunt a moment to stretch and adjust for. Matt patiently waited, his mouth sucking lightly on the skin just below your jaw. A moment later, as if reading your body perfectly, he sunk his cock inside of you just a bit further. This time you moaned, your hands flying up to his back, fingers roughly digging into the flesh beneath them.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked against your neck.

You bit your lip, nodding. "Yes," you breathed out.

And then he sunk all the way into you, your eyes once again feeling ready to make a permanent residence in the back of your skull. He filled you. And it felt unbelievably good.

His hips began to thrust into you in a slow, fluid motion at first. Your eyes flew back open, reveling in the pants and grunts from Matt as he fucked you. Your hands didn't know what to touch, your eyes didn't even know where to look. You wanted to take all of him in. And as your hands roamed his back and his shoulders, nails raking over his skin, your gaze kept oscillating between the look of pleasure on his own face as he fucked you, the pull of muscles in his arms as he held himself up over you, and the contraction of his abdominal muscles each time his hips thrust back into you.

If you were to ever wonder what it would be like to be fucked by a Greek God, sex with Matthew Murdock would be it.

The sight of him on top of you blissed out, his brows pinched and mouth open as he grunted and moaned with the motion of his hips, thoroughly enjoying fucking you, was almost enough on its own to push you over the edge to your second orgasm. But then he lowered onto his forearms, the sweat slicked front of himself flush to yours, and he set a faster pace.

Your head fell back along the pillow, needy, breathy whines filling the room around you as your hands clung to his shoulders, holding him against you. Your hips began moving faster into his, matching his pace and allowing his cock to hit just a bit deeper inside of you. His forehead lowered to rest atop yours.

"Just like that, sweetheart," he grunted.

You moaned, the sound of his voice sending a shudder through you. Matt's nose gently nuzzled the side of your face, his hips still working their fast pace into you.

"You like the sound of my voice, don't you?" he whispered. "I can feel how your body reacts to it."

Your nails dug into Matt's shoulders. "I like everything about you, Matty," you answered him.

You could feel the smile form along his mouth before he kissed your temple. His hips slammed particularly hard into you a moment later and your own hips stuttered underneath him, your back arching your body into him as he held his cock deep inside of you. You moaned loudly, the sound filling his bedroom. Your cunt was tightening around his cock as he resumed his fast pace again, Matt now making such wonderful noises that you mindlessly smashed your lips back to his to swallow down the sounds.

His hips slammed hard back into you again, holding himself there until your toes curled on the bed and your head rolled back, releasing his mouth as you cried out.

"That's it, sweetheart," he praised.

"Matt," you whimpered, "I'm–"

His hips rammed into you again and you cried his name, hands clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline as you came hard a second time on his cock, your body quaking beneath his.

His head fell to your neck as he mumbled an "oh, fuck ." And then his hips vigorously and sloppily pumped into you, chasing his own release as he grunted louder and louder.

Breathing hard, you ran one hand through his hair while the other slid its way down his sweat soaked back, urging his movements into you with your hand.

"I want you to cum for me, Matty," you whispered beside his ear, ignoring the blush that threatened to spread over your face at your bluntness.

You heard him whisper your name in response, and your name from his mouth with him fucking you so well drew goosebumps onto your skin. A few thrusts later he came inside of you, a loud moan flying from his throat as his hips stuttered to a stop, the warmth of him filling you as he came.

Panting hard, he placed a quick kiss to your lips before he pulled himself slowly out of you. The loss of him inside of you was disappointing, leaving you feeling suddenly very empty.

He rolled onto his back next to you, your shoulders brushing as you both tried to catch your breath. As your senses came back to you, you felt that giddy rush flood your system just like it had weeks ago the morning after the wedding–Matt and you were dating now and you were the woman he wanted to spend his time fucking senseless. A smile spread itself wide across your mouth as your head turned along the pillow towards Matt. He copied the movement, his unfixed gaze falling along your neck as he smiled back, his hair a slight mess and his own face flushed from exertion.

"What?" he asked curiously. "Your heart randomly sped up."

"Just happy," you mumbled out.

Matt turned onto his side, a hand coming out to grasp your hip, pulling you into him.

"Me too," he whispered, still smiling. "You want to stay the night?"

Your smile somehow widened, your hand reaching up to trace along his jaw. You knew you were going to enjoy being able to do that whenever you wanted.

"I'd like that," you whispered back.

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