Oh boy.

“You make me want to be a better person, a better person for you.”

and even with this knowledge, i would love you just the same.

These men and women witness us at our most vulnerable, and yet little thanks is given to them for a job well-done. Lawmakers take away their funding, their pension, their overtime, and yet they still perform at their best using the resources made available to them.

I’ve been on Tumblr for almost 2 years and this is the first firefighter appreciation post I’ve come across in that time. To say that I am sad is an understatement. These people sacrifice time with their loved ones to take care of us in our most desperate of situations. They’re the first to respond to trauma, sift through the mess, stabilize the survivors, give a coherent report to the ER nurse/doctor, write the same report for their records, text back their spouses, sing a lullaby over the phone, and MAYBE find some leftovers in the fridge from the dinner they got up from when the bell rang 3 hours ago.

Summary:  Pietro walks in on Natasha mid-shower, interrupting very important business of hers, and she’s not about to let him walk away without addressing it.

Rating: E

Also found at my AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3960169

AN: Thankkkkks to the anon that submitted this request, it should be fun to do! *I don’t own the gif, from google. Please ignore any spelling mistakes! Xoxoxox :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Imagine you get dared by Natasha to give Pietro a lap dance infront of everyone and he really really likes it ;3

Warning: Sexual content (Lap dance)

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“The Dance”

You were normally so responsible, but this particular night you decided to throw responsibility out the window…along with pride, dignity, and your brain.

It started off with just one or two drinks, then it led to emptying a number of containers of beer with the team. Steve and Vision were the only ones who weren’t drunk; Vision because he doesn’t drink and Steve because, well, he can’t get drunk.

You were sitting next to Tony (who was completely smashed) with bottle number…well, you lost your ability to count a while ago. 

Tony grinned with a sleepy, drunk smile. “We should have a party or something!”

Steve shook his head. “Tony, you already look like the aftermath of one of your parties.”

“What’s that-” Hiccup “-supposed to mean, you star-spangled sober idiot?”

“Really?” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “A ‘star-spangled sober idiot’ was the best you could do?”

Tony flipped him off and went to get up off the couch and tripped over his own feet, landing on your lap. You weren’t nearly as drunk as he was, but you ere still pretty far from your normal state.

“Get off of me, Tony!” You shouted, shoving him off of your lap and onto the floor. Tony didn’t bother getting up, he just decided to make himself at home on the hardwood floor.

Nat walked over him and sat next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. She leaned into you and whispered in your ear, “Pietro’s had his eyes on you this entire time, you know.”

You shook your head and tried to fight off the grin that threatened to take over your lips. “Nat, stop imagining things.”

Through your slightly blurred vision, you scanned the room for Pietro. He was sitting next to Wanda, who was talking to Vision, and sure enough, his bright blue eyes were glued to you. Nat had been trying to convince you for weeks that Pietro thought you were cute, but you never believed her.

“Nat, drop it. It’s never going to happen.” You said, and she puffed her bottom lip out like a sad child.

You got up (almost falling like Tony did) and made your way to the other side of the room where you had left a water bottle a few hours before. Sighing, you unscrewed the cap and began to nurse at the water.

“Attention!” Natasha said as she carefully climbed onto the cushions of the couch. “I need everyone’s attention!” 

Even Tony rolled over on the floor to see what Natasha was going to say. You set the bottle of water down and crossed your arms across your chest, this should be good.

“I want to make a dare.” Nat said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I dare Y/N to give Pietro a lap dance, right now.”

Everyone looked at you and your eyes widened, you were drunk, but not that drunk! You shook your head from side to side furiously, your cheeks began to tint red.

“No, I don’t think-”

Nat smiled and put her hands on her hips. “If you don’t do it, you have to attend twice as many training sessions as you already do!”

“What?” You screeched. “That is so unfair!”

Nat shrugged and looked at you with blazing eyes. “Either you give a lap dance, or you do laps. Your choice.”

You swallowed, then took in a deep breath. You found the closest bottle of beer you could find and took one large swig of it before making your way over to where Pietro was sitting.

He cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you really going to do this, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Now let’s go to my room.”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Nat interjected. Oh, you wanted to smack her! “We have to see it, you have to do it here. In front of everyone.”

You sent a look that could kill over to Nat, who only smiled as a response.

“Fine…” You grumbled.

Pietro folded his hands behind the back of his head and grinned lazily at you, his blue eyes were curious.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m drunk, you know.”

He let out a husky laugh. “Noted.”

You breathed in one last time before straddling the Slovakian between your legs. Wanda was looking in the other direction, and you were glad. You didn’t want his sister watching you give her brother a sexual dance.

You gripped your hands on his shoulders and began to move your hips on his, slowly. Pietro gasped for a second, and instinctively his hands grabbed your hips. You heard Tony whistle at you, but soon everyone else around you faded away except Pietro.

The movement of your hips steadily quickened, and naturally you both gravitated closer and closer to each other, until you were rubbing directly on his member through his running pants.

“Y/N…” He groaned softly, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. You could tell that he was trying to control his himself and make sure his hips don’t start lifting off the chair to meet yours.

His fingers dug into your skin as he let out larger, louder groans. He wasn’t even trying to conceal his noises.

You could see small veins pop out of his neck as he stretched his head back as far as it could go.

You felt yourself being turned on as well, the effect you were giving him pleased you more than you thought it would.

Pietro’s hands slid from your hips down to your butt and pushed you up against him. You yourself let out a small groan upon the feeling of his hands sliding over you.

“Enough of this teasing.” You heard Pietro growl before lifting you by your thighs and carrying you to his room in lighting speed.

Steve, Wanda, Vision and Bruce were all completely uncomfortable once Pietro and you left, where as the rest of them were smiling like idiots, particularly Nat.

“I knew they liked each other, they just needed a little push.” Nat said with an accomplished grin.

Clint, her best friend snorted, “I hardly call a public lap dance a 'little push’, Nat.”