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[konigsblog]

sleeping beside simon riley... 💤

simon is prone to reoccurring and horrifying nightmares that leave chills running down his spine, despite not being easily scared and desensitised. it could be a saddening and traumatising nightmare about his deceased family members or about something that he'd seen on the frontline, the gory and bloody sight of his teammates bodies, wounded with a bullet through their heart.

to simon, you're his coping mechanism, what soothes and relaxes him. it's not just your softness with him or your gentleness to approaching certain topics, but the sound of your heartbeat rhythm, your loving heart thumping against your ribs. his calloused hands dig into your flesh and hold you still while he breathes out shakily, attempting to calm himself down while tears form in his glistening waterline.

other times, simon finds comfort with your hands wrapped tightly around his lengthy shaft, stroking him while reassuring him that it'll all be alright, to take deep breaths while you roll your thumb over his leaking tip. it weeps and oozes creamy fluids from the head of his meaty, swollen cock, leaving his breathing heavy and his eyes half-lidded, tears staining his fair skin with his body jerking and twitching at your soft words and touch.

[moodybluezzz]

Deidara x Reader HCs

[Another 2am editing session, these have been in my docs for a while and I wanted to wrap them up before starting something new]

[Word count: ≈560]

💥When Deidara falls in love he falls hard, and you truly become his muse. He's very loyal and, as much as he tries to deny it, very clingy. The other members of the Akatsuki will start teasing him about how he's head over heels for you, but considering his experience with clingy people coughTobicough he always ends up fighting them over it.

💥Deidara's feud with the Akatsuki becomes even more entertaining once your relationship becomes official. The team watches as he triumphantly introduces you as his partner, his stubbornness vanishing overnight. The guys will probably start calling you Picasso or some other clever nickname.

💥Deidara is surprisingly sweet and careful with you. He's young and hasn't had much relationship experience (if any) so even though he acts tough, he secretly doesn't wanna mess this up.

💥Deidara will call you a masterpiece, or a work of art. He also calls you baby/babe. He retains his usual smooth, casual attitude when he talks and flirts with you.

💥When Deidara starts gaining feelings for you, he'll struggle to focus on his art as his mind wanders. He spends a surprising amount of time working out his feelings for you in his head. At first it's frustrating, but eventually he gives in and starts sculpting gifts for you, using his feelings as motivation. Deidara is surprised by the unique excitement and nervousness that washes over him as he awaits your reaction to his art. And when he presents it to you (after lots of perfecting) his heart skips a beat as he finally gets to see your face light up with excitement.

💥If you're a fellow artist, he'll respect and cherish your work always, especially when you make it for him! Even though he loves to gush about his own masterpieces, his reactions to your creations are just as passionate. And when you find yourself doubting your skills, he'll fight tooth-and-nail to bring your confidence back.

💥Deidara enjoys his partner’s company while he sculpts and finds it far more entertaining than working alone. He'll even set up a workspace for you alongside his own, if you want to join in the sculpting. If he sees you struggling, he'll jump on any opportunity to help you out. “Hey, hey, I got this. Lemme show you how it's done, hmm.” Aside from the ego boost, Deidara is very patient and reassuring as he places his hands on top of yours and guides them along the clay. He knows it flusters you and that's part of the fun.

💥Deidara takes full advantage of his hand-mouths and finds some creative ways to entertain you with them. If you're feeling down, he'll stick his tongues out and make some silly expressions for you. He also uses them to give you triple the kisses, leaving you a blushing mess. If you're on a dinner date, sometimes he'll reach over when you're distracted and use them to steal a bite of your food, despite this being a comically obvious tactic.

💥Deidara's idea of a perfect date is an evening spent riding on the back of one of his clay birds, watching the scenery as you talk about anything and everything on your minds. He could spend hours discussing art, gossiping about the rest of the Akatsuki, and getting to know you better. He's a good listener and even better at keeping a conversation going.

[bonny-kookoo]

Now we need to see Hot Hearted JK snraking into her house and getting hot on the couch🫣😉😉😉😉

There's that urgency again, that raw want he seems to be feeling as he grabs the flesh of your behind, hips thrusting upwards into you, a pillow falling off the couch in the process.

There's no coherent words leaving his mouth anymore, skin flushed, chest and neck wet with sweat as he keeps you moving, and has been for the past two hours or so. It's stupid how long he seems to be able to last, the man always letting himself slip out the second he gets too close, instead throwing you into the deep end of your orgasm with his hand instead, watching in amusement how your legs quiver under the force of it.

He's been on top the entire time, but it's clear from the way he's now settled below you that he's growing tired by now.

His hands leave your ass just to come back down with force, slap echoing in your living room, making you whine out as your head lowers, hands on his chest. He does it once more, skin reddening from the slaps, but you don't mind it one bit.

It's when his heels dig into the couch below that you ready yourself for his next move, himself relentless as they pick up their pace, thrusting upwards right into you, causing your body to shake in the rhythm he's set. You're drenched in your own sticky arousal at this point, his pelvis equally glistening in it as you become boneless, clenching around him who's tempo grows sloppy and chaotic almost.

His jaw is clenched, lip pulled in between his teeth as he growls, finally catching his end, pushing in deep to ride out his high, mouth open as his head falls back into the softness of the couch, breath heavy and deep.

You can fill his seed filling you up, hips spamming a little, causing him to sigh in sensitivity.

There's nothing happening for a good moment or two, no sound but heaving breaths and occasional kisses from him heard, his hands running over your arms.

Jungkook had been incredibly awkward the moment he'd entered your apartment for the first time- and it had been clear that he felt awfully out of place in your home. But with gentle reassurance, and a little kiss here and there, he warmed up to you and your little apartment- eyes opening to all the things he's never known about you.

And while he felt guilty again right away, this time, he chose a different route to take than self-pity and frustration over what could've been.

This time, he's choosing a new route, has chosen to get to know you, and let himself be involved even if it means he'll get hurt if you leave him at any point. Because he wants to make this work, and he knows that you can do it. The past is done, he can't change that-

But he can be a better man from now on, and change your future to a happier one instead.

[lowkeyrobin]

Haiii! Would you be willing to write mcyt x reader and how theyd help you unwind after a long and stressful day with either slimecicle, ranboo or nihachu :3?

ooooo okay okay 🫶🫶🫶 kinda did all three so... oops! ; also super short bc I had no ideas lmfao

MCYT ; unwind

includes ; ranboo, nihachu, & slimecicle

warnings ; language

masterlist

RANBOO

immediately brings your favorite/comfort foods, doesn't matter how expensive or intricate

wraps you up in a bunch of blankets and gets your comfort movie/show playing

they let you bask in silence and gather your thoughts and let you talk when you want to

lots of hugs and reassuring you

sneaks away to hide positive little sticky notes around places you'd be around once you got up, like the bathroom, around your room, and your office

if it's regarding people he'll gladly shit talk them to make you feel better

and make sure you feel much more worthy than them because you are

when you're feeling a bit better and more energized, you have a little dance party in the living room

spotify on the TV, hardwood floor and socks, and white girl anthems of the 2000s

NIKI NIHACHU

will do anything to physically comfort you cause you seem so miserable

even if it's just cuddling quietly on the couch and chilling out

lots of reassuring you that you're amazing and whatever happened isn't your fault and that everyone has bad days and it's okay

tons of compliments while you're laying in her arms and she's just reassuring you with her words

so poetic bro

you fall asleep in her grasp and she just cradles you and fidgets with your fingers

next morning she makes you breakfast and wakes you up with lots of warm hugs

again, if its dealing with people, she'll gladly hype you up 🫶🫶

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

instantly pummels you into a hug, he's like telepathic when it comes to your emotions

brings you a bunch of blankets and comfort food

plays one sided charades with you to try and make you laugh

lots of reassuring and comfort

you guys talk about people like full on girl gossip

"She needs to get her shit together"

"I know right!"

lots of cuddles and hiding under blankets

you show him one of your comfort movies and rant to him all about it

he's head over heels in a best friend type of way yk

[lowkeycasanova]

something you do that they love

headcanon!

characters: Monster trio + Usopp, Ace, and Law

Luffy

He loves it when you play with his hair. Especially if he can lay in your lap while you do it. Luffy isn't one to sit still but when your hands move through his dark locks, he finds himself melting in the moment. It's a simple soothing touch that brings a smile to his face and enough comfort that he could just fall asleep. This gentle act of affection makes him feel connected, cherished, adored, and maybe even a little pampered. It's one of the few things that can make him pause from his boundless energy.

Zoro

He might seem stoic and unbothered on the outside, but something about you holding onto his arm stirs something within him. There's a quiet pride he feels when you reach out to him that way. It's somehow different than just holding hands. It's like it brings you two closer. It's as though you're saying, without words, that you trust him completely as feel safe at his side. It brings out his protective instincts and reminds him that he has someone precious, feeling like a king beside you somehow. Although he'll never openly admit how much he loves it.

Sanji

This man is swept away whenever you grab both sides of his face when kissing him. There's something incredibly intimate and captivating about you taking control in this small, tender way. You want him close and that both of your palms on his cheeks is electrifying, making him feel like he's the only person in the world, leaving him head over heels every single time, further fueling his devotion.

Usopp

He enjoys the warmth and reassurance of a hug from behind. It makes him feel seen and appreciated, as sometimes he worries about being overlooked by his powerful friends. That gentle unexpected embrace reminds him that someone values him for exactly who he is. With your arms wrapped around him, he feels like he's more than enough. A comforting reminder of your love and a confidence boost he secretly treasures.

Ace

He finds himself surprisingly moved whenever you give him a compliment. Whether it's about his strength, kindness, or loyalty, he knows it's genuine and your words have a way of reaching past his defenses and self-doubts. He's never been great at taking praise often scoffing, brushing, or laughing it off. But coming from you, it feels different. Your compliments make him feel seen for more than his reputation or past. They remind him that he is worthy of love and admiration.

Law

He comes off as quite guarded but laying your head on his shoulder is very comforting. It always surprises him. He's got a habit of being self-reliant and keeping people at arm's length but your act of affection breaks down his defenses. It lets him know that you lean on him, not just physically, but emotionally, as if you are saying, "I feel at ease with you." It feel rewarding knowing that he provides a comforting presence and a safe space for you.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

[raggedy-dxctor]

vampire izzy headcanons

ofmd x wwdits brainrot produced this enjoy xx

pairing(s): vampire!izzy hands x reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of defanging, but none actually takes place, mentions od reader being in pain

well stumbling upon a vessel of vampires was definitely. an experience and to add to it the most grouchy of the immortal crew saved your life?? defending you with every ounce of his being from his originally blood thirsty and hostile crew mates?

honestly he's so tender and caring like. to the crew he's the stereotypical cruel and cold hearted vampire, but to you?? he's literally the most caring and loyal person ever

you'd literally never feel unsafe around him. sure he could literally kill you and drain you of your blood right on the spot, but he vowed to you that he'll keep you safe

i feel like he's offered to defang himself for you on multiple occasions

"y/n are you. scared of me? bec4if so i can rip these out! to make you feel more safe!" "izzy, no, please don't do that it's not necessary im not scared of you!" "hey y/n as ive said i'd defang myself in a he-" "don't you dare. i trust you izzy, i promise"

honestly just hearing that you trust him makes him fall for you on a whole new level like he thought he couldn't fall any harder, but in that moment he's completely head over heels. "t-tha k you y/n, truly" he just grabs your hands and places them on his chest, where a heartbeat used to be and grins at you, showing his fangs as his cheeks dust a slight tint of pink

i feel like he really hasn't been a vampire for long, probably like ten years, so he's still pretty in touch with society and stuff but he just loves to hear you talk so he lets you ramble on about wl what's happened over the past ten years and acts completely oblivious

"izzy? why the fuck are you acting as if you don't know that? you ranted about that to ke with the sake passionate firey anger nine ye-" izzy just elbows ed in the stomach and gives him an expression that just says 'shit the fuck up', his eye twitching slightly as he masks the death glare he's almost giving him

i don't think he'd be a big fan of the idea of turning you to he honest

""y/n, you have to understand, vampirism is not something that you should look fondly on" befofe your relationship vs "y/n daring. id love nothing more than to be with you for eternity, but vampirism id a curse!" as you're in a relationship. he just gently places a cold hand on your cheek and strokes it slightly, giving you a sad smile as you press his hand further into your cheek and bring it towards your lips, kissing his ring and his knuckle before looking into his eyes and gently smiling. "i understand what you're saying iz, you don't have to turn me if you don't want to" you promise and he lets out a sugh of relief, leaning in to kiss you gently.

after non stop thinking about it he decides he'll turn you, but very reluctantly and even as he's telling you that he'll be happy to turn you, you're reassuring him that if it's not something he wants to do then he absolutely does not even have to consider it. but he just stips your rambling by placing a hand on your cheek and turning your head towards him. "i want to. if you're ok with being turned then i want to spend the rest of my life with you" as he looks into your eyes earnestly, which are filled witj curiosity, adoration and excitement

the moment when he turns you is so. special. so intimate??? like. "this is going to hurt im so sorry, but the pain will pass. i'll be here every moment of every hour for you" you nod as him and smile, kissing him for the final time as a human "slight pain is nothing if o get to spend eternity with you"

im not gonna lie, it's probably fucking agony. but true to his word izzy does not lave your side for your entire transformation. you ask him whu afterward and he just shrugs, cuddling closer to you as he places his head ontop of yours. "i wish i had someone there for me, i went through it aand i would never wish that upon anyone, lus i love you so" his hand finds tours and entangles your fingers, the other hanging off the top of the sofa as he lets out a contented sigh. "im so sorry, i wish i could've been there all those years ago, i love you too iz" he smiles, kisses the top of your head, squeezes your hand and lies his head back down. moments later you hear soft snoring coming from him.

honestly the absolute best thing to do is go flying with him in bat form like??? imagine flyimg with him, side by side over the ocean, no one to disturb you as you chase eachother through the night

[kotokos-cafe]

General Shuichi Saihara Dating Headcanons

You've gotta be very careful with him! He gets flustered very easily!

No, seriously. Even something as simple as hand-holding can leave him red in the face and stammering over his words if he's not used to it.

But once he is, he prefers to be touching you at all times. He's seen a lot of tragedy and death, due to his career choice, so he always worries for the worst and tries to protect you with everything he has. He doesn't want that same fate to befall you. He's worried that if he takes his eyes off of you for even a second, something horrible could happen and you could be ripped away from him forever.

Lets you hog the blankets at night and/or cuddle up to him however you see fit. He likes cuddling you and he likes that you trust him to protect you while you sleep!

When it comes to dates... He is so anxious. He worries about everything, from whether or not you'll like the flowers he bought for you to whether or not he picked a place that was too casual/fancy.

Please reassure him. Please. He deserves it.

If you ever go on a date and see a game, such as at a carnival, he will literally spend all the money he has in his wallet at the time trying and possibly failing to win you something.

He knows how low the likelihood of winning is, and he knows that you love him, but he wants to be seen as someone who can provide for you, so he's definitely more than pleased to see the happy look on your face if and when he succeeds.

Although he loves to protect and care for you, sometimes he needs that care returned, too!

Sometimes, he has really hard days at work. His boss is on his ass, his coworkers boss him around even though he's the Ultimate Detective, and overall, it just feels like his life is falling apart.

On these days, he usually just tackles you wherever you are, and lays in your arms until he passes out. He just wants to forget, and you help him do that. He sees you as the most comforting figure in his life. Treasure that.

Although he doesn't have much of an opinion on kids —if you want them, you can have them, and if not, you don't have to— he definitely wants at least two cats!

You probably end up with four cats, each named after something that reminds him of one of his friends.

Symphony for Kaede, Luna for Kaito, Sparky for Kiibo, and Blade for Maki. Those are people he considers his closest friends, and he would be remiss if he didn't try to honor them in some way. They make him happy, so something that reminds him of those pleasant memories is sure to do the same.

His favorite nicknames for you are "Jellybean" and "Petal". To him, they're sentimental without being cliche. You remind him of a petal, soft and delicate, but also sweet like a jellybean.

He's honestly the easiest person in the world to please, he never wants to see you upset or unhappy. All you have to do is flash a smile his way and it's like he fell head-over-heels again.

Shuichi has a big sweet tooth! If you two ever have a big fight, the easiest thing to do is just to hand him a box of cookies and watch him snuggle up to your side on the couch. He'll offer you his cookies, though, he's not mean. >:T

Sometimes, when he's stressed, he likes it when you play with his hair. Braid it, put it in ponytails, style it, put hairclips in it, he doesn't care. Just touch his hair. :>

Makeouts are a very common thing with you two! Not for any particular reason, and it usually doesn't escalate, but because Shuichi likes to feel close to you.

He isn't the most fond of PDA. He'll try occasionally for you, but no more than hand-holding and maaaaaaybe one kiss per day or else he'll malfunction.

And by that, I mean that he'll be roughly the same shade as Mahiru's hair-

If you can tolerate his friends, he loves you even more for that. They're not normal in terms of personality, but they're his friends, regardless. No matter how weird. Not all of them are easy to deal with, like Kokichi, Angie, and Miu. And if you can handle them without snapping? He's going to marry you, he's convinced you're a saint.

As for your future? He does envision one of two things: either a quiet little future with the two of you in a small community with a safe neighborhood, maybe some pets, definitely a garden... or a life with multiple kids, whether biological or adopted, where you have a happy family.

He's so anxious about meeting your parents/you meeting his uncle. He has so many thoughts running through his head. What if they don't like me? What if they don't approve of us being together? Will S/O leave me to appease their parents? Would I be banned from seeing them again?

Somebody help him, he's teetering on the verge of a panic attack.

Your parents absolutely love him— How can they not? He's sweet, he's gentle, he's kind, he has a stable job, he clearly loves you with all his heart...

And vice versa! His uncle thinks you're amazing and a perfect fit for his nephew.

A cute couples' activity that he likes to do with you is baking! Partially for his own sweet tooth, and partially because the mess-ups are adorable. Flour everywhere? No problem, you both can clean it later!

Don't like sweets? Cooking is a suitable alternative! And he knows some damn good recipes he can make at any given time. All you have to do is ask, and he's already in the kitchen to make it for you.

You two alternate between chores. Some days he cooks and you clean, and some days you cook and he cleans. If one of you happens to be ill, then the other takes over both until they feel better because y'all are wholesome and sweet like that. 😌

Speaking of! Shuichi gets colds really easily and has bad pollen allergies, and it would mean the absolute world to him if you took care of him while he's sick.

"Shuichi, eat the soup! It'll make you feel better to get something warm in your belly!"

"S-S/O, stoooop..."

After a while, you manage to get him to eat it, don't worry. He isn't very fussy when he's sick, anyway.

He buys you gifts a lot! Usually, nothing huge, just little trinkets he happens to see while he's out that remind him of you. Mostly Starbursts.

You- You get Starbursts a lot...

Overall, a very healthy and sweet relationship with an equally sweet man who wants the very best for you, no matter the circumstances of anything else!

He loves you so much, someone help him-

[huenjin]

feel something different.

pairing – bang chan x reader

word count – 1473 words

request – chan + fingering + squirting + corruption (i combined three to make it of a decent length with an okayish plot !!!)

genre – smut, includes theft, car sex, spanking, fingering, squirting, praise kink

note – wait and watch me make this into a 10k fic because i love this plot, ah !!

"You want me to steal the car."

Chan has his hands shoved into the pockets of his denim, his eyebrows raised at you as he watches you. It is way too late for anyone to be out in the streets but you are here, head over heels for this man before you.

"Can't do that, babygirl?" He chuckles, eyes wrinkling into thin crescent. "Told you to not follow me, that you wouldn't like what I'm doing. Pretty girls like you deserve to be treated better. Pretty girls like you are too good to be ruined by my hands."

You turn to look at the Porsche Cayenne — white, glossy and too expensive for you to ever purchase. Your feet are fixed – almost rooted — to the ground and you hear Chan, your entire being temptable to his voice, "The minute you agree though, babygirl, you agree to being ruined by me. You are walking into corruption, aware of the consequences."

You turn to look back at Chan, "I'll do it." Chan folds his arms, raising an eyebrow at your tiny physique that he hovers over quite easily. You repeat, almost like you are reassuring yourself that you can do it, in fact. Chan's staring at your figure in eyes dark and mind clouded because he knows he loves this more than ever — corrupting you is his Achilles heel.

Fifteen minutes, one car at 110 kilometres per hour and one shocked you later, Chan is directing you, your hands on the steering wheel of the stolen car. You are too shaken up to say anything as you press your foot on the gas, letting the car guide you. Your mind is blank, and your blood is contaminated by the overload of adrenaline because today, you commit more than one crime in the name of love.

A broad beach and the waters hitting up the shore come in your vision and you turn to look at Chan, asking, "Is this the place?" He nods. He looks straight and tells you, "You can park here for a while and calm yourself."

Once parked, your head falls down against the steering wheel and your hand holds your chest. Everything comes crashing to you now and you finally realise you are absolutely, completely crazy to commit crimes to garner this man's attention — something he still hasn't given you yet.

You lift your head up and look at Chan, your eyes with want and hope and just expectations that he'll be yours. Your body unknowingly leans forward, your hand pushing up the loose strands of hair away.

"Stop looking at me like that," he tells strictly, his eyes shooting a glare at you.

"Look at you like what?"

"Like you want me," he frowns. "Like you want me to ruin you further." You lean further, trailing your fingers up his firm, strong arm.

"I'm not looking at you like that," you pout. "I just want you to give me a chance." You sit back against the driver's seat, folding your arms and still looking at him with hope, innocence laced underneath your orbs.

"I'm serious, Y/N," Chan warns you. "This was supposed to scare you away. You deserve better. You deserve a man that doesn't do crimes to survive a day."

"No," you huff, eyes narrowing. You shake your head and the loose strands of hair fall forward once again. "I deserve you."

Chan will never say it out loud, but he loves you like that with your hair strands forward. He fucking loves how your strands border your face and highlight how pretty you are, how flushed your cheeks are around him, how perfect you are that he just wants to ruin you, completely.

"Get in the back."

It's firm and there is a resolve that stirs something within you. Chan runs a hand through his hair and mumbles, "Don't say I didn't warn you, babygirl."

With a few shuffles in the next few minutes, you find yourself in the current position. You are bent over Chan's lap in the back seat of this expensive Porsche, your skirt pushed up, panties pulled down.

"Are you already wet from me exposing you?" Chan sniggers. His warm hand runs slow circles into your cheek, thumb grazing harshly at the same time and in a minute, his hand lifts up to spank your arse. You gasp, your spine straightening and you grip on the leather covered seat.

He chuckles, "Babygirl, you just grew wetter with that." Chan rubs your hair with his other hand. Tears prick the corner of your eyes when he rubs the red skin to land a harsh blow against it again.

You scream, "Chan, please." You can feel the slick arousal that has gathered in between your legs, your body shivering. You are sure that you are dripping onto Chan's denim by now.

Chan's slaps gets periodic, with a little more force in every single one of them. You start to twitch and convulse with every hit, biting back moans, tears spilling and it's weird how something you have never tried before is what pivots you to feel close. He rubs your red skin, leaning forward to blow cold air against them and you gasp. "You're such a good girl for me. So obedient. So innocent. And all mine to corrupt."

One final slap and you begin to leak profusely, trying to rub your core against his leg. You whimper shamelessly, unable to hold back any longer.

Chan ends the spanking almost abruptly and the lack of contact makes you cling onto his thighs, fingers digging into them in desperation, body shaking miserably at what he has already done to you. You close your eyes for a minute, trying to control your breath, when suddenly you feel his fingers carressing your pussy.

"So wet for me. You are leaking, baby girl. That's hot," he coos. "So fucking hot." Before you have even a minute to register what Chan's doing, two of his fingers are inside you. Your breathing becomes shallower and laboured, and you dig your fingers further into his thick thighs. He turns his fingers in you and you let out an etched cry. He whispers, bending forward, "You know what's hotter? You stealing cars with me and me fucking you stupid in the backseat of every single one of them."

Chan doesn't play around and gets right to it, pumping his fingers into you, stretching your walls. The rhythm and skill he moves is with such finesse that he makes you a putty in his hold. You and him seem to blend together in a harmony of your own. You swear to heavens you have never felt a pleasure like this. Chan's fingers, thumb brushing against your hot arse cheeks, relentlessly thrust into you as it, with every drag of his fingers, stains you further and further into an abyss of corruption with him.

"You love when my fingers are this deep in you, don't you, baby girl?" Chan's thumb rubs against your clit, slow circles into them as he presses into the button. "Go on, baby. Clench down on my fingers."

"Chan," you gasp, your core tightening on order. "Fuck."

"What a filthy word leaving your innocent mouth," he clicks his tongue.

You quickly become overwhelmed, hypersensitive to everything around you — the harsh material of the denim, Chan's fingers knuckle deep in you and his thumb pressing into your clit. In the back of your head, you are still unable to process that you are being fingered to oblivion by the one you have obsessed over in the backseat of a car you stole. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, pleasure that become even more distinct when he manages to wriggle another finger inside of you.

Within seconds, it all falls apart. Like a star exploding in you, it starts. Your pussy spasms around Chan's fingers, gripping them so tight that his fingers slow down in motion to feel how clenched you are. He thrusts few more times before he buries his fingers deep inside you, rubbing your clit vigorously. Your eyes roll back and you are crying out, wailing loudly shamelessly as you begin to gush around his fingers. Your slick arousal spurts forward staining his denim jeans and his fingers, wetness running down his knuckles.

Chan lets you ride it out till your body has calmed down, orgasm receding and your chest is heaving in to take in the air. He pulls his fingers out, only to stick them into his mouth, tongue wrapping around them and your mouth parts, gaping at the sight and honestly too tired to do anything else. He sucks on his fingers coated in your arousal before he finally chuckles.

"Guess I got my innocent baby girl too corrupted that she squirted all over me and made a mess."

[amane-by-together]

I do adore || Yashiro Nene

Yashiro Nene x Female! Reader

genre: fluff and shoujo ai (girls love)

summary: when yashiro gets tired for having unrequited love towards men starts to have romantic feelings for [name]

“When every little thing you do, I do adore.”

Yashiro had always been head over heels to tall and handsome guys. The senpai whom she liked for three years, spent herself learning how to cook, sew and gardening, ended up getting rejected and calling her a radish.

Teru Minamoto. The president of the student council, known for his good looks and a kind personality. Yashiro had woken up from her fantasies and knew that she didn't deserve him, but he'll be the person she'll look up to instead.

The cream haired girl was frustrated about her love life and wanting to get a boyfriend to make her fairytale come true. It's hard being a romantic, that's what you get from reading romance and fantasy novels.

That's where Yashiro dropped her wishes on having a boyfriend due to her having unrequited love and insecurities because of her legs, decided to focus more on studies and friends. Guess what? She failed to do so.

[name] [surname] was a new student, she transferred a month ago and immediately got along with everyone. [name] and Yashiro started to become friends and had a lot in common, making them even closer.

For whatever reason, [name] never failed to make Yashiro's heart skip a beat. “Yashiro-chan~!” [name] skipped over to her seat and grins sweetly. “Guess what~?”

“Yeah?” Yashiro asked, a little nervous on [name]'s closeness. “Do you need something?” she winced. [name] started to talk about what happened about her day as Yashiro listened on every word she says.

Voices from other classmates started to fade around her and Y/n's voice is the only thing Yashiro can hear. The cream haired girl watched her small movements such as tucking hair behind her ear and the way she smiles brighter than the moon.

Yashiro's heart started to pound inside her ribcage. Her cheeks suddenly warming at the longer she stared at [name] while her thoughts are racing. ‘I don't understand why [name]-chan isn't popular, I mean she's very pretty, kind and caring and...’

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small giggle from [name]'s lips. Yashiro could've fainted right there, her giggles are very endearing, oh how she wished she could make her laugh like that.

Yashiro had never felt this much romance from her previous crushes. Most of them came from pure admiration and looks, seems like [name] outshined all of them. Other than wanting to be like [name], she wanted to be with hers also.

“[name]-chan, what do you think about my legs, by the way?” Yashiro twiddled her fingers, her magenta eyes darting away from the pretty girl's direction. [name]'s expression turned soft, she tenderly wrapped her hands around Yashiro's. This made her heartbeat quicken and her whole face turned into a beautiful shade of vermillion. "Sorry for the sudden question though, I j-just wanted to k-know..."

"Your legs look fine to me, Yashiro-chan." [name] replied, reassuring her with the sweetest smile she could ever give to someone. “I think you are cute too...” she said.

“R-Really?” Yashiro lights up and beamed. [name] nodded sheepishly. The cream haired girl was swooning so hard, she felt like a leading lady in a kdrama with cherry blossoms all around. [name] went back to her seat, leaving Yashiro to fan her blushing face in between stutters. ‘[name]-chan, called me pretty...’

Its not everyday where someone calls you pretty, for Yashiro, its more like a one in a million moment and the compliment was from [name] herself. And Yashiro absolutely adores her for that.

Yashiro glances towards [name] across on where she was sitting. [name] was looking over to the window while her cheek is resting on top of her palm, admiring the falling cherry blossoms during spring. “I'm falling for you everyday...” she whispered under her breath with a pink color tinting her cheeks.

[name], a certain girl who is currently running around Yashiro's mind that night. The naivete couldn't stop thinking about her, she just got her first female crush. “[name]... why are you making me flustered...” she murmured against her pillows. Yashiro notices her hamster, Black Canyon, munching on a sunflower seed silently. “What should I do Black Canyon?”

Maybe she could write her feelings about [name] in her diary. Yashiro stood up and went over to her study desk to get her diary. She begins to write, wholeheartedly pouring out her love for [name].

“I want to hold her hand and whisk her away. I want her in my arms protectively. I wish we could be like feathers that softly fall for another. I want to feel your soft lips against mine. I wish you were mine...”

Yashiro sighed and slumped her shoulders with a flustered look on her face. She was too in love for [name] its driving her crazy. Who knew a girl who dreamed about a prince giving her a romantic fantasy dream would fall for a pretty and kind girl?

If only she was a guy, she blamed fate for being a girl who had fallen head over heels in love for [name]. Yet she feared a lot of things: What would [name] think about her sexuality and knew that she likes her? What if she starts to avoid her for it? It will be another rejection for Yashiro if that happened.

All Yashiro ever wanted, was to be together with [name]. The relationship where she can hold her hand, cuddling her in her arms, smothering kisses all over her face, she always wished to do that to [name].

Ring Ring!

Yashiro picked up the phone since it was her dear friend, Aoi, who was calling. She took a deep breath and answered. “Aoi...” she said.

“Good evening Nene-chan, I got bored and I decided to call you!” Aoi cheerfully said from the other line. Yashiro wanted to tell Aoi about her crush towards [name], yet she feared that Aoi is going to judge her for it. There's no way she could do that, right?

“Hey Aoi...” Yashiro held the phone near her ear, her hands slightly shaking because of nervousness. “There is something I want to tell you, please don't judge me for it...”

“You know you can tell me anything, Nene-chan.” Aoi assured her friend. Yashiro inhaled deeply, her cheeks warming up just by thinking about [name]. She was straight from the beginning yet she never saw it coming when she starts to fall for [name]. “So what is it you want to tell me?”

“There is someone I like...” Yashiro can feel herself getting hotter and hotter. ‘I never felt this gay towards someone, I swear...’

Aoi suddenly became excited and squealed slightly at her friend, she's a sucker for anything related to romance, she even fangirls in Yashiro's love life. “Was he an upperclassmen? Is he from another class or is he in our class?!”

Then, Yashiro finally told her. “Its from our class...” she paused to lick her lips and looked down on her feet, embarrassed that she's going to come out to Aoi. “And it's a her...”

“I have fallen...for [name]...” The cream haired girl admits. “And I really don't know how I came to love her, it's confusing me lately because I just really love her—”

“Kyaaa~!” Aoi squealed from the other line. Yashiro stopped from talking all of a sudden. “You're in love with [name]-chan? That's wonderful!”

“Y-You're okay with it?” Yashiro asked for confirmation, making sure that Aoi wasn't joking about it.

“Of course Nene-chan.” Aoi gleefully replies. “What do you like about [name]-chan?”

“She's very pretty Aoi...” Yashiro laid down on the bed and covered her eyes using the back of her arm. “Other than being pretty, she's kind, sweet and soft. There are times that I wished that she was my girlfriend but somehow I think it's impossible...”

“I don't even know if she likes girls...” Yashiro laughs bitterly. “Even if she does, she wouldn't like me back...”

Day by day, Yashiro's crush for [name] continued to grow. With her blushing and her heart racing whenever [name] comes around. She also seeks advice from Hanako on how to win [name]'s heart, he was weirded out on how Yashiro came from liking guys to girls but he shrugged it off and helped her.

Their first method was her sneaking flowers and letters inside [name]'s locker. Yashiro filled her letters with her adoration and love for [name], unbeknownst to herself that a certain someone sneaked behind her. “Yashiro-chan~!”

“Gyah!” Yashiro jolted up in surprise, turning around and saw that [name] was grinning sheepishly. The cream haired girl stopped all of a sudden, her heart started to race and her cheeks turning red. “[n-name]-chan?!”

“Ah, I didn't mean to startle you!” [name] stepped back and swatting her hands. Cute. Yashiro thought to herself, staring at her even more.

‘Nene, you're too in love with this cutie—I mean person!’ Yashiro yelled inside her mind. [name] tilted her head and smiled, giving her a slight wave before walking off. ‘What should I do?’

Should she confess to [name]? Would this affect their friendship after that? Yashiro lifted her head and looked at the cherry blossom tree across the window, at that moment she had her decision.

‘I'm going to confess to [name]!’

[name] was hiding behind the wall, clenching her chest as she sneaked glances from Yashiro who was talking to Aoi in a rushed manner. [name] smiled before leaving her hiding spot. “Aoi, what am I going to do?”

“Hmmm~” Aoi thinks for a moment as she pointed at the cherry blossom at the distance. “How about confessing to her under the cherry tree from outside?”

Yashiro blushed. Thinking about confessing to [name] was already nerve-wracking. The problem is the result of the confession, the answer lies whether she's going to be rejected or accepted. “Should I really do it, Aoi?”

“We won't know unless you try, Nene-chan.”

'Are you really going to confess again?' Yashiro's inner voice asks her. The second thoughts of hers kept echoing in her mind and then she blinked. All of the negative thoughts were gone. “I'll try!” Yashiro cheered and Aoi clapped her hands happily.

”You can do it Nene-chan!”

Yashiro finally made her decision, she's going to confess to [name] on the cherry tree outside their classroom. There's no turning back and she would rather do this than hiding her feelings forever.

“I can't tell [name]-chan to meet her by the cherry tree...” Yashiro teared up while shakily holding the love letter, she was too shy to ask her and [name] might take the hint that Yashiro was going to confess. “Oh well, there's no turning back now...” she tucked the letter inside [name]'s locker and ran off to the cherry blossom tree to wait for her.

[name] got out of the classroom minutes after Yashiro puts her letter. [name] went to her shoe locker to change her shoes, but when she opened the locker door, a letter fell out. ‘Hm? A letter?’ she raised the letter to her face and checked the sides. ‘I guess this is addressed to me...’

The [hair color] haired female puts the letter inside her bag. She quickly ran outside to the cherry blossom to see her admirer. [name] tilted her head in confusion to see Yashiro standing there. “Ah, Yashiro-san.” [name] scratched her cheek as she walked over to the cream haired girl. “I assume that you're the person whom I'm going to meet here, right?”

Yashiro saw [name]'s smile again, she can feel her apple cheeks burning again and her heart beating faster. “There's something I wanted to tell you, [name]-chan...” she said, her voice was slightly cracking.

A huge gust of wind blew over them, carrying the petals of the cherry blossom along with the sway of their hair. Yashiro clasps her hands together near her chest and shouted out her feelings. “I like you, [name]-chan!” Yashiro confessed with tears brimming out of her ruby eyes, betraying her straightness right there. “Please go out with me...”

[name] stood there speechless at Yashiro's confession, she assumed that the cream haired girl was attracted to prince-like males like Teru Minamoto. “B-But Yashiro-san, I'm just a normal girl.” [name] stuttered out. “I-I'm not like those prince charming that you always fantasize about!”

“So?” Yashiro asked in verge of tears. “Even if you're not those, I still like you despite of that!”

Yashiro couldn't handle this anymore and by the looks of it the confession wasn't running smoothly. Yashiro tried to runaway to hide her tears until [name] caught her hand. “Wait!” [name] yelled out.

[name] saw that Yashiro was crying after that confession. “Yashiro-san...” [name] gently holds her hand, preventing the cream haired girl from running away. “Don't go...” she croaked out.

“[name]...?” Yashiro stared at her, thinking why did [name] stop her from going. [name] teared up also, still holding Yashiro's hand with hers.

[name] mustered up a tearful smile and confessed also. “I have always liked you Yashiro-san...” she said.

Yashiro couldn't believe what [name] just said. Did she just say that she likes her too? [name] likes her back? Yashiro cried even more and smiled. “R-Really?”

“Mhmm.” [name] and Yashiro felt happy now that they both confessed that they liked each other. “It's true that I like you Yashiro-san, and I want to go out with you too.”

Yashiro immediately hugged [name] which the latter returned the affection. “I'm so glad.” Yashiro softly cried, the person she had a crush on is finally hers, it seemed impossible that [name] would like her back, but the supernaturals lingering around the school looked so real, then maybe anything is possible after all.

Yashiro and [name] pecked each others lips, pulling away with a smile now that they shared their kiss. “Nene-chan, wanna go on a date this Saturday?” [name] suggests.

“Of course.” Yashiro laced their fingers together as they walked back to their houses. This is one of the fantasies that Yashiro had dreamed of, being [name]'s girlfriend. There's nothing more she can ask for other than this realistic serenity she's feeling right now.

[everyonesawhoregrace]

Shattered (1) discontinued

I think about him only in the dead of winter. His hands on my body and the smell of him. His perfect blue eyes and the way he would wrap his arms around me as if it were our last embrace.

I think about the way he said my name, Joanna, and the way he could smile crookedly after telling a terrible joke.

I think about Thomas Shelby during the night time only because I know he thinks about me when the sun is up. And I don't want the universe to ever put us back together.

I'm a Gypsy-Italian woman, who derived from a family of witches. I was born and raised in Birmingham, a few doors from the Shelby residence.

I was a cellist before I could even walk, and a good girl for the most part. My mother was a horse breeder, she loved to take care of the large beautiful animals. I was close with my mum.

Whilst at home, I met a boy named Tommy. He had a beautiful smile and eyes as blue as the summer sky. I was twelve at the time.

He was handsome even when he was young, so pure and kind. He treated my mum nice, always bringing her flowers in return for an hour of helping her with the horses she nurtured.

I remember poking my head out of the window, watching as this boy - who couldn't be more than three years older than me, take such good care of the horse.

I was flushed, and sold on the idea of wedding him one day. It was love at first sight for me, and shortly after, I'd learn that night that Thomas might have felt the same way.

He called me Anna, and he loved to make me laugh. Thomas and I were head over heels within a week of knowing each other.

I was at my happiest, and now, as a thirty-one year old, I can't help but admit that I still crave the happiness I once had so young.

My bed is empty, and I feel cold. I try to shut my eyes and throw away these bad thoughts, but I can't get rid of him.

He tells me he needs me back in Birmingham. That something has happened and he needs me. The man who haunts me at night needs me.

________

Th feeling of loneliness is unfathomably painful. It's a punishable act done by God, in attempt to hurt you. And Jesus Christ am I hurting.

My eyes flood with tears as I stand before a tombstone reading a name I can't pull my eyes away from.

Shelby.

The grave has been newly dug, as fresh soil fills my nose alongside the sent of flowers. My eyes scan the grave, reading her name.

Grace Shelby.

He lost her only after a few months of having her. A tear rolls down my cheek at thought of Thomas being left alone now. I put down the flowers I picked out and place them on her grave. I run my hand over her name and feel an energy corse through my veins.

My eyes move to the words left on her tombstone.

Loving mother, wife, daughter and friend.

My heart lets out a wince. I always knew he had a child of his own, a little boy who would speak to me in my dreams.

As if it's her tears, raindrops fall from the sky and thunder claps in disarray. An umbrella reaches me before a single drop touches me and I look up to see Pascal. He sends me a reassuring smile, one that says that he wants to go, but he'll happily stand here awaiting me.

I get up to stand, feeling the umbrella move with me. "I feel sorry for him," I mutter, wiping away another tear.

I look at my black gloves and take them off. "And I feel sorry for the boy." I add.

A boy without his mother? How in the world can that work out for anyone. I frown, feeling myself get emotional again. Oh goodness, not again.

"You've sent your condolences." Pascal tells me in a quiet voice.

We walk towards the car that sits a yard away from her gravesite. Grace. I want to say her name in my head, and allow it to linger.

Thomas must have been so infatuated with her, and I can only imagine how she felt about him. So foolish to ever find love in a man like that. Especially if you're as innocent as any other girl.

Thomas Shelby might come off as sweet and good, but inside that man is the devil just waiting to be freed from his chains.

"Does he still live here?" I ask, looking over to the mass amounts of graves. I was prepared to burry Tommy here, I thought the war would kill him.

Pascal walks slow, as I hurry up. He's a tall man who can get to car in two steps, whereas it takes me nearly thirty.

"Yes. With a son, Charlie."

I knew it. I raise my head from my heels and hear a buzzing in my ear. Someone is around us. I look around, making sure to not be seen and instantly locate the man who watches us a few feet away. A man in a black coat and hat stands a few feet away.

"Pascal," that's all I have to say as he looks around.

Pascal nods, "Harry Camden, he works for you."

"Why do I need two times the protection?"

"Because Birmingham isn't what it used to be, ma'am. Nearly every bloke has a weapon on them. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous," I nearly laugh. "If I'm to be shot in the town that my mother gave birth to me then so be it." I hiss. "I wish to be buried beside her, this you know."

He nods. "Right ma'am."

A smirk plays on my lips. "If someone has the balls to harm me whilst I stay here, I wish my assassin nothing but success in their life." I clear my throat. "The lord has tried endlessly to take my life, and has failed miserably each time."

Pascal hates it when I speak about the lord in vein but the truth is the truth. He goes silent and I walk with my head high, the car that sits beside mine is new. I raise an eyebrow, looking at it as I walk down a hill slowly. Pascal assists me, as I don't loose eye contact.

The door pops open and I continue to stare until seeing a man step out of the passenger side and look at me. He's tall and handsome, far too angelic to be the monster everyone gives him the title of. Rain falls over his head, and those eyes. Those eyes that have haunted my dreams countless times stares back at me for once.

Thomas Shelby.

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Guilty. (Part 2.)

Part Two. 

Steve Rogers (Lawyer AU) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Natasha Romanoff gives off crazy sex appeal, smoking, self destructive habits, laguange, masturbation, SMUT, fingering, choking.  

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Part two: 

The next time you see Steve, he's freshly showered with wet hair, clad in a navy suit that brings out the blue of his eyes. He looks tired, even despite all he's done to clean himself up. His eyes are red, his face expressionless, and if it weren't for the coffee in his hand you would be concerned he won't make it through the day.

He grabs you when he gets close enough, hand on your elbow to pull you in close, "I need you on the next one." Is all he says, voice a whisper.

"What is it?" You ask, hand on his chest to stop him from walking inside your office. Wanda is here, and you have something you need to tell him as well. "We need to talk. Privately."

He nods, glancing down at his wrist watch. "Your place in an hour, I need to pack up here. Send Wanda home, don't let her do anything else."

That gets your head spinning, gears turning, the strange way she was acting this morning and the urgency in his demeanor, something is wrong. Very wrong.

You nod, patting twice where your hand rests. You turn on your heel, leaving him to watch after you. You place your hand on Wanda's shoulder, "You've done great today, hun. But I'm going to pack up and head out, you need to do the same. Can you take the metro?"

She nods. "Yeah, sure. Found something worth chasing?" She asks, pencil dropping in her hand.

"Something like that." You sigh. "I'll call you when I need you again. Be safe, and let me know when you're home."

"Sure thing." She looks happy to be sent home early, but annoyed. You woke her up early only to send her home after a few hours. Hopefully you would be able to explain yourself, but for now, she's a liability, and she needs to be gone.

You lock the door behind her, turning to Steve who stands with his arms crossed, deep in thought even though his eyes are already on you.

"Wanda said something to me today-"

"Her brother is involved."

"What?" He cuts you off before you could even finish.

"Her brother is a lawyer on the case. He's her twin, young and inexperienced just like her. But he's licensed, and he's working the case."

You're shocked, sinking back against the door for support. "Do you think she's been leaking information?"

He shakes his head. "No, she doesn't know anything, because we don't know anything."

It's an exaggeration, but it's true, you've hardly covered anything at all for her to start leaking information to her brother. She may not even know he's on the case yet, let alone been able to agree to spy for him.

"So what do we do?" You ask.

"Keep her here, see if she talks." He says, hand on his chin. "Filter her tasks, minor enough to not be important, but important enough to not make her think we're on to her."

"That or miss-feed her." You suggest. "She won't be present in court, she isn't permitted to be without my permission. Whatever she feeds them should be off stray enough to give us an advantage."

"That's good." He nods, eyes flicking to you for a moment. "That's real good."

You have the nerve to smile, letting out a puff of air. You won't tell him about the car ride this morning, at least not yet. Not until he's settled. He's still stressed, you can see it on the wrinkles on his forehead, in the way his fingers twitch against his chin. You know what he's going to ask before he asks it, eyes floating up to your face. "Cigarette?"

You nod to your purse, and he's quick to get it for himself, not even caring to step out on the balcony before lighting one to smoke it. You eye the smoke detector warily. "I need you to come with me for the next one. It's a woman, Natasha Romanoff, and she's going to eat me alive the moment she sets eyes on me."

You aren't sure what that means, but you know it can't be good. You've never heard of her, lawyer or not, and that's never a good sign.

"What do you need me for?" You ask.

"You're a woman, you can read other women. It's up to you to decide if she's full of shit or not."

He speaks so bluntly, as if you two are nothing more than colleagues after all, and a part of you feels uneasy about it. It feels like you're walking into a trap, it feels like all the odds have been stacked against you, and rather than reassure you, his anxiety is making you feel even worse.

"Steve, stop talking like this." You groan, slamming your head back against the door. You still haven't walked away from it. "You're making it sound like we're apart of the mafia and not the public justice system."

He smiles, eyes a little lighter. "We might as well be." Is all he says, walking towards the balcony, letting himself outside.

If you weren't tired before you definitely are now, the lack of sleep the night before on top of all this excitement was proving to be too much for you. You sit back at your desk and take a sip of water, closing your eyes for a moment. You reflect on everything you've just learned, the risk you're taking by keeping Wanda on your team.

She's a good girl, hard working, and it hurts to think that she may betray you down the road. It would be easier to let her go now, gently and easily, tell her that the firm doesn't have enough funding to pay her, tell her that you're unfit to have an assistant. Anything is better than letting the poor girl walk into a trap. You can hear Steve scolding you before you even suggest it. Letting her go would not only be a sign of weakness, exposing a soft spot to women on your team, but also alerting Stark's lawyers that you know what their next move will be. The small advantage you have will be gone in an instant.

The life of a lawyer is a hard one.

"Falling asleep on me?" Steve knocks against your desk top, your eyes snap open to glare at him.

"I wish." You groan, sitting up in your chair. "What do we need to go to my place for?"

"In an hour," He reminds you. "We have something else to talk about, something entirely unrelated to this case."

That has your attention, sleep deprivation leaving you. "About?"

There's a smile on his face that you can't place, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips in a way that makes your stomach flip and flushes your cheeks. "You'll see." He doesn't give you time to dwell on it, nodding towards the door, telling you it's time to go.

You grab your purse and take one last sip of water, pushing your hair back off your face before you stand. Your heels echo as you follow after him, making sure to lock the door to your office behind you.

Natasha Romanoff is a character, that's all you can say while being respectful of her practice as a former lawyer. She's witty, giving off a sex appeal that leaves even you flustered a few times, not to mention Steve. He's a speechless fool every time she locks eyes with him, and a part of you is jealous by that, the other part knowing you have no choice but to speak up and save him from the torture she's putting him through. It's all a test, and now you understood your purpose in going along. He needed saving, a solid reminder to remain professional no matter what. If you weren't there, she probably would have tried to seduce him.

But you don't fall under her spell so easily, remaining stone faced as she throws her best wit at you, and her most obscene pick up lines. She's good. She knows how good she looks, and she uses it to her full advantage. It's a dirty trick to use in a court room, but it's gained her a successful career that you can only dream off, so you try to show her nothing but respect as you drill her with your questions.

"We're here about Stark." You cut the formalities, Steve shifts and readjusts his suit jacket. "We can't walk into this blind, we need to know his strategies."  

She's smiling at you over a cup of tea, she offered you one and of course you both declined, not classy enough to drink something like tea. "Stark is unpredictable." She says, lipstick leaving a bright red print behind on her cup. "Let's start there."

Notepad and pen at the ready, Steve pulls out his phone to record, setting it out on the table for all to see. Natasha takes note of it and rolls her eyes. "You can quote me on anything you want, but don't think I'm going to testify." She says. "Stark will ruin all of us, don't be stupid."

It was stupid, the way Steve laid all of your cards out on the table. It shows how desperate you really are, you have no tricks up your sleeve and no back up plan. But the again, it could be a front. Natasha doesn't know that you have a potential spy on your team, she also doesn't know that you're fully aware of just how desperate Stark must be as well. Either way, you trust her enough to be truthful, but calling her to the stand would be a suicide mission. She's obviously afraid of Stark, and you aren't blind to the fact that she would turn on you if it were in her favor.

"We don't want you on the stand." Steve says what you were thinking, and you try to hide a smile. "We just want to know what he'll try to throw at us."

You're in sync, two of the same mind, and my god, if there was ever a time you wanted to kiss him, it would be right now. He looks so serious, determination spread across his features, yet there's a tint to his cheeks that gives away his exhaustion, the lack of sleep you had the night before would soon catch up with you both, coffee or not, and you have a feeling that somehow it's going to inconvenience you.

"Everything he can." Natasha sets down her tea cup, shifting in her seat. "Especially whatever this is." She waves a finger between you both, "This protectiveness you have of each other will be the end of you. They'll dig into it and exploit it."

You know that, Steve knows that, and it's the very reason that there is nothing going on between you to begin with. But the chemistry is there, there is no hiding that. A stranger could tell, a woman who has laid eyes on you for just a few minutes. It's obvious that there is something, even if it's not official, and even if it hasn't been explored.

If her observation phases him, he doesn't let it show, eyebrows furrowed. "He plays dirty, sure. We know that. Tell me something I can't hear anywhere else," Steve says. "What has he asked from you personally as a lawyer."

Her eyes slit down into a glare, one that stops your heart beat even though it isn't directed at you. "I'm not going to testify."

"Yes, we know." You sigh, tapping a single fingernail on the table. "Off the record, the recording is just for our notes. Just tell us exactly how dirty he can get. What are some things that he's asked of you in the past?" What laws has he broken?

She hesitates, pondering her options and their consequences, then lets out a heavy sigh, settling back into her seat with her fingers pressed to her temples. "This is going to ruin my credibility." She says. "I can't give you specifics, but he does like to bend the rules a bit. He looks for loopholes, breaking one law in favor of another to cover his ass."

She stands, walking back to her desk and pulling open a drawer, you and Steve exchange a look, his hand clamps down on your thigh as he offers you a tired smile, forced, but the gesture shines through nonetheless. "I do have something I can give you though. It's a case I worked on, it was kept out of the media, but there may be some details here that can help you." She digs around, fingers skimming alphabetically arranged folders, plucking one up and bringing it back over to you. "It's a lawsuit over workers comp'," She says, eyes on you. "It's not much, but it's all I can offer."

It's good enough, she's smart, and she knows exactly what's being put on the line by helping you. So you take what you can get, nodding, you take the file from her hand. "Thank you." You say, standing, and Steve follows suit. You shake her hand. "You know how the reach us, let me know if we can ever return the favor in the future."

You've made an ally, you realize now that Natasha wasn't a dirty lawyer, she was just smart enough to know better than risk her career and reputation. She's got a bit of red in her ledger, but by helping you she's wiping it out, doing what she can where she can, and you respect it wholeheartedly.

You both leave, Steve's hand on your back to push you forward as you leave Natasha's office. In his car, you open the file she gave you, looking over the case she was assigned. It's a couple years old, but fairly similar to what you're dealing with. Stark Industries refusing to pay a worker, the lawsuit was buried under false claims of fraud, the employee was fired and had to pay a settlement fine. "Steve," You reach over and pat his arm, his eyes floating over to you for a moment, his hand flexing on the steering wheel. "This is golden."

The small handout Natasha gave you is huge, a gold mine, all you had to do was find this former employee and convince them to go on the stand along with James Barnes. "What is it?" Steve asks.

"You need to meet with, Brock Rumlow." Your eyes scan the file. "Former employee who sued for workers comp, Stark buried him under false fraud charges."

Steve hums, thumb tapping against the steering wheel, "I'll go by tomorrow after I look over his file. Offer him immunity, and a chance to reopen his case. He'll be fully compensated, there's no reason he'll say no if he's looking for a chance to get his justice."

You sound like vigilantes, smiling to yourself as you shut the file and tuck it into your purse for safe keeping. You don't go back to the office, Steve turns down your street and you remember suddenly that he wanted to meet at your place. The nerves set in immediately, a silence falling between you as he pulls into your driveway, cutting the engine of his car.

He takes off his seat belt, shifts a bit to look at you, and for the first time, you're nervous to be alone with him.

"Of all the years I've known you, I've never known you to be shy, Y/n." He says, tone deep and voice mocking your demeanor.

You glare over at him, "I've never known you to be so reserved with me."

Both are lies. You were shy at first, eager to please and never wanting to disappoint, his every criticism molding you into the lawyer you are today. He was never open with you at first, his trust was something you had to earn, but now that your dynamic was established, the silence between you feels like something from a past life. You, a shiny new assistant, and he your mentor. A flash back into the past, you feel so small sitting next to him.

You expect him to say something coy, but his eyes are tired as he looks at you. "Are you going to invite me in or not?"

With a roll of your eyes, and him hot on your trail, you get out of the car and unlock the front door, letting him inside. You step out of your heels, dropping in height, and move quickly to get away from him before he can comment on it. You head into the kitchen, putting on a fresh pot of coffee, turning to find him standing at the island, eyes locked on you.

"What did you want to talk about?" You lean back against the sink, arms crossed, a safe distance between you. Yet you still feel a bit flustered under his gaze.

"Us," He says it simply, as if that should answer your question. "This case is going to be dangerous for us."

The way he says the word sends a chill up your spine, and you can't stop yourself from shivering. The word weighs heavily in your mind and on his tongue, the hint of something more, the same something everyone sees but you're too afraid to acknowledge.

"There is no us."

The words sound flat to your own ears, unconvinced, and the pointed look he gives you from across the island says the same. "There is an us." He says, palms flat on the marble table top. "It's forbidden, and unspoken, but it's there." He pauses, sighs to himself, "And it's driving me crazy."

Driving him crazy, your memories take you back to your fresh days at the firm, those days where you didn't have to pretend not to like each other, where you could bask in his appreciative gaze and not have to think twice about the consequences. You wish it could feel that way now, pinned under his stare, you wish you could enjoy it, but all you feel is the risk you're taking by even been here right now, completely alone in your house where anyone could assume anything.

He licks his lips, makes a move to step around the counter, and you stop him before he can get any closer, finger pointed at him in warning, "Don't you dare."

Don't you dare come any closer because I won't be able to stop myself.

You busy yourself with pouring two mugs of coffee, adding cream and sugar for him, just sugar for you, glaring at the man as you slide his mug across the island to him. He matches your stare, forever challenging you, not stopping even as he takes a sip.

"We can't." Is all you say. "We can't, and you know we can't. So don't."

The air falls silent between you, and for a moment you think he's going to listen to you. You think he's going to stay away and stick to the rules he set long ago when you first met. But then he sets his mug down, rounding the island to takes yours from you as well, setting it aside.

He's on you quick, fingers on your jaw to hold you in place as he captures your lips in a warm kiss. Your eyes flutter closed, the feeling you've longed for washing over you, leaning into his touch. His other hand is on your hip, grip digging in, and it's enough to snap you out of it.

You pull back, leaning over the sink behind you. He tries to follow. "Steve-" Your voice comes out as a strangled wine, and it doesn't help your case, his lips peppering against your jaw instead.

"Everything you do is such a tease." He says, fingers sliding down your throat. "Even when you try to resist me, you were designed to tempt me."

You don't know where this is coming from, he always seems so collected around you. But here, now, he's losing it, your very existence eating away at his resolve.

"Your little skirts and high heels, you have no idea-" He cuts himself off, shoulders rising with each breath he takes, grinding his hips against you, and oh, you feel it.

You aren't a lawyer right now, all your training and years of experience out of the window. Right now you were completely at his mercy, held under his grip, right where he wants you. You gasp as you feel his grip tighten around your neck, pulling you to meet his lips once again.

You don't resist the second time, eyes closing as you wrap your arms around his neck. He hums against your lips, approval, hands dropping to hoist you up on the edge of your sink, prying your legs apart to wrap around his torso.

You can feel his bare hands on your thighs, inching their way up under your skirt, it makes you flinch, touch starved, not expecting the intimacy of him holding you here like this. Your thoughts betray you, your body betrays you, your back arching into his touch, pressing you against his chest. You've had a little taste, his hands warm as they explore, and now you've decided you want more.

His lips are warm with coffee, lips sweet with sugar, and when he grinds into you this time, you feel it right between your legs, the material of his pants brushing against your panties. You don't hold back this time, moaning into his mouth. He swallows it eagerly, tugging you even closer if possible.

"Do you remember?" He whispers against your lips, letting you catch your breath. "Do you remember how I used to spread you out on my desk just like this?"

He doesn't let you answer though, eyes falling from yours to examine you fully, and you can feel when his gaze reaches your sex, "Cute panties."

You want him to ruin them, push them to the side and stretch them out as he fucks you. Right here, bent over the sink like you're the house keeper, his dirty little secret.

A whine slips past your lips at the thought, your legs squeezing his hips in an attempt to grant yourself some kind of friction, and he had the nerve to coo at you, kissing your lips. "You little succubus." He says, "I've dreamed about this."

Something about Steve Rogers naked in bed and dreaming of you sounds dirty, and you decide you like it, suddenly his kisses aren't enough for you.

"Steve-" Again, you call his name, not sure what else to say. But the urgency is there, the strain in your voice and the desperation in your eyes is all clear to him as you muster up enough courage to touch him, fingers cupping him through his pants, your knuckles brushing against your own sex at the same time.

He inhales sharply, closing his eyes, and you enjoy the brief power you have over him, massaging his erection. It doesn't last long, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull you away.

He draws back as far as your legs let him, eyes locking with yours. "This will never happen, I meant that." He says, "But I can't stop wanting you."

It's like he's trying to torture you, and you've had enough. "Please just touch me." You're not one to beg. But for this, you would drop to your knees if he asked you to. "If you can't do anything else, just touch me."

He hesitates, finger pushing your panties to the side, the pad of his thumb gliding through your slick. It pulls a groan form him that you've never heard before, realizing that you're this wet for him. "Fuck, Y/n." He pants against your mouth, kissing long forgotten as he steals a glance down at the scene in front of him. "You're so good."

You don't know what he means by that, you don't know if he's talking about how you look, or how you feel, but either way you relish in his praise, nudging his face with yours to kiss him again.

He's greedy, slipping his tongue into your mouth, drawing slow circles with the pad of his thumb as you grind into his hand. It becomes too much, the pressure directly where you need it, and you try to back away for some air.

"No, don't run." His grip on your thigh is tight as he holds you in place. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? My hand up your skirt?" He kisses your cheek, pressing his thumb hard against your clit. You whine, body twitching at the intensity of his touch. "This is what you've been after all those late nights you pranced around teasing me?"

Teasing him how? You can't think, his words too much when they're accompanied with touch.

"Hair a mess, shirt undone, you don't realize what you look like?" He's slow in slipping his fingers inside of you, "You look good enough to fuck."

All the times he's reminded you why this can't happen fly right out of the window at the thought of him fucking you, at the thought of what his cock might look like, tip swollen red and leaking precum, stretching you out slowly.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

You've never moved so quick, head nodding at a pace that rattles your brain a little. And he has the nerve to smirk, shaking his head at you. "I can't, baby." It makes you whine, and he's quick to shush you with a kiss. "There will be no stopping if I do, you know what's at stake."

But his actions contrast his words, cock growing in his pants right before your very eyes. His fingers pick up speed, his other hand at the small of your back to balance you, "Don't move." Is all he says, fingers moving at a rapid pace, the palm of his hand brushing your clit.

You clench around his fingers, feeling your pleasure start to build up, and it makes him shudder at the feeling. He can see it, your pussy throbbing in anticipation as he fucks you with his fingers, and he wants nothing more than to replace them with his cock. He groans, closing his eyes, not able to stand the sight of it.

But then you do something unexpected, eyes snapping open when you reach to undo his pants, freeing his erection. It springs up at attention, red and swollen, the sight of it alone makes you jolt, fingers eager to touch him.

He gasps at your touch, because you do something he's never felt before, your palm cupping his tip and smearing his precum as you slowly jerk him off, his hips matching your every movement.

When he cums, it's warm against the tops of your thighs, glistening as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. Your toes curl, and he realizes that you're struggling to orgasm. He decides to take mercy on you, pulling you against his chest, voice in your ear, "Is this what you need?" He asks, kissing your neck. "Can't come without my voice in your head?"

He's teasing you, throwing it right in your face that you can't get off without a little affection, but you don't care, panting and desperate, teetering on the edge of what you want.

"It's okay, I got you." He nudges his nose along your jaw, pulling back to steak a kiss from you. You hate the fact that it's helping. And then, "Cum."

And you do, hard, twitching under his hold. He kisses you through it, fingers slowing ever so slightly, until finally you're left slumped against him. He reaches for a dish towel, wiping you clean before helping you back down onto your feet. You feel exhausted, panting for breath, sweat coating your face, too tired to register the way he slips his fingers into his mouth.

"You did good work today," He says, leaning in to kiss you one last time, and you taste yourself on his lips. "Get some sleep."

He lets you go then, smile tired and lazy as he walks around the island. "Steve, my car."

He doesn't say anything in response to that, he only shrugs his shoulders, the atmosphere shifting once again. "We need to stay on our toes." He says. "And you need to meet with James at least once before the trial. He requested it. I'll take you."

It amazes you how quickly he recovered, just seconds ago he was cumming across your thighs and now he's stone faced as if he didn't just lick your cum off of his fingers.

"Okay. I'll meet with James tomorrow, you can meet with Brock." You nod at your own suggestion. "It will give me an excuse to keep Wanda away tomorrow."

He finishes his coffee and leaves, not saying another word, and a part of you feels oddly rejected by it. He comes here, gets you all worked up, chases a nut and then leaves. The worst part is that you can't deny how much you enjoyed it. The feeling of his lips against yours, the dirty words he whispered in your ear, his cock hard in your hand. It has you horny all over again, the shower head pressed to your sex as you shower, eyes closed tight as you imagine it being something else entirely.

You sleep well that night, the ghost feeling of his hands on your body, and it's the best sleep you've had in a while.

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Febuwhump day 1 “Trapped”

Characters: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Fandom: Daredevil (TV)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Trapped in elevator, mild claustrophobia, punctured lung, passing out, hospitalized, broken ribs

Summary: Matt’s fine. That’s what he insisted. But on their way from the courtroom Foggy and Karen realized it was worse then they thought.

A/N: So, I know 0 things about law or law practice, and this piece was made entirely for the whump so...yeah. Also, the medical accuracy is probably not on point, research only goes so far!

“Can you make it down the stairs?” Asked Karen as they exited the courtroom after a long day.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Matt replied, grunting with an effort just to get the words out.

“Not a chance buddy, we’re taking the elevator. If we had my way you’d be in an ambulance right now,” said Foggy with his usually light tune, although it seemed a little too forced then usual.

“Was I really that bad?”

“Matt, you're a wonderful Lawyer, but, you look like crap and I tell ya everyone in that room knew something was up,” Foggy said directing his friend away from the stairway towards the elevator.

Matt didn’t fight him on this, he leaned into his friend as they walked, “We still are winning though.”

“Yeah. We’re a great team. But you have to admit Matt, you are reckless. Why’d you go out the night before our big case?”

“Crime doesn’t take a night off, Karen.”

“But you can,”

The Elevator doors opened up and Matt got in, steadying himself on the railing. His ribs were aching, he could tell that he had at least 3 broken, and even more bruised. His head was still throbbing from the hard hit he had taken the night before.

“Matt, do you need help? Like real help? I think Claire’s in town, I can try to get her-”

“I’m fine,” interrupted Matt, “couple hours of sleep and I’ll be hitting the streets again.”

“Matt! You’re gonna kill yourself,” Karen couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice.

Matt’s reply was interrupted by a lengthy coughing attack. He slumped further against the elevator wall, the weight of his own two feet suddenly overbearing.

“We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

Before Matt could even process what Foggy had said he felt himself lurch forward, the whole ground came with him. Looking around him he saw Foggy and Karen in the same panic tossed around the room. Although any exertion at all deepened his pain, Matt closed his eyes and tilted his head to get a better focus. Getting a picture of the whole room around of him, Matt ‘saw’ with his power that the cords holding up the elevator were stuck.

After an agonizing minute of gears grinding loudly, the elevator lurched one last time before planting itself firmly in-between floors. The rapid movements and loud noises were quickly overwhelming Matt, his back still leaning on the wall he slid into a sitting position on the floor, clutching his chest.

Foggy leaned over by his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Matt's shoulder, Karen pulled the emergency call button on the elevator, nothing happened.

Matt’s shortness of breath along with his ever so slightly blue hue in his skin was making Foggy and Karen start to panic.

“Uhg. There’s no service! I can't reach anyone!” said Karen in anguish.

Matt looked up at her, he meant to give her reassurance, tell them both that he was fine, that they’d get out of this, but nothing came out. In fact, nothing was coming in. Matt took a deep breath but the oxygen was too stubborn to come in.

After another minute of continued wheezing, it subsided for a while. Matt just sat there, his eyes closed taking in more air, but nothing eased the tightness he felt in his chest.

Karen continued pacing the room, phone in hand, while Foggy rubbed Matt’s back and tried giving him words of comfort, but Matt could barely even hear him over his own rapid heart rate.

“Okay, Matt, when did you start having symptoms? It might help narrow down what’s wrong and what you need.”

Matt furrowed his brows together, why was it so hard to think? “Uh, last night my chest began to hurt, probably because of the broken ribs, but it wasn’t hard to breathe until about an hour ago,” Matt’s voice hitched as his last word spurred another coughing fit which increased his chest pain.

“Okay, no more talking for you, just, take it easy Matt,” said Foggy as he scanned the room for the third time.

The elevator wasn’t big, but it also wasn’t small, to Foggy, it was a death sentence.

Claustrophobia wasn’t something Foggy initially thought that he suffered from, but the way the walls seemed to close in on him and he was starting to feel nauseous didn’t give him much of a choice. Foggy couldn’t be freaking out right now, Matt needed him.

Besides, elevators stopped all the time and no one gets hurt.

Right?

The elevator doors stood still as if mocking them for being trapped. By now both Foggy and Karen had run their voices hoarse with hollering for help and pounding on the door. They needed to get Matt out of there, but with no real end in sight, all of their moods were quickly fading.

“Matt, how are you doing?” Karen quizzed him.

Matt nodded his head at her, words just weren't coming anymore. He was no doctor, but he’s been hurt enough to know what a punctured lung felt like, if only he would have recognized it earlier he wouldn’t be in this situation.

He tried to hold on, he fought, but the sweet temptations of rest were too strong, Matt’s eyes fluttered shut as his shoulders slumped further against the wall.

“Matt! Matt!” shouted Karen as she rushed to his side, tears streamed down her face as she put a hand to his neck, desperately hoping to feel a pulse. She was greeted with a thready response, but it was something.

With a startling and grinding crunch Foggy and Karen clung to the walls, worried the elevator was falling, but as if on cue the elevator doors were pried open, behind the door was mostly metal work, only the bottom third of the doorway actually opened to the hall. Two officers awaited them as they stood over Matt.

They weren’t trapped any longer. But they weren’t out of it yet.

Foggy and Karen worked together to gently drag Matt’s limp body towards the opening, a police officer firmly gripped his shoulders sliding him from across the floor through the doors and out of the elevator.

In a frenzy, Karen and Foggy found themselves as well out of the faulty elevator and being attended to by local authorities.

“You guys are lucky, someone called in a late elevator making ‘suspicious’ noises, no one else wanted to check it out.” one officer told them as his partner called in a medic for Matt.

The ambulance arrived quickly, a team of medics hauling a stretcher immediately started to check them over.

“No, we’re fine, Matt, help Matt,” Karen insisted, pushing a Paramedic away from her.

One of the first respondents was looking over Matt, who now lied on a stretcher, “Looks like we got a Traumatic pneumothorax, we need to get a chest tube in him, stat,”

“Is he, is he gonna be alright?” Foggy asked his throat tight.

"Yes, if he gets everything he needs now, he'll make a full recovery."

The EMTs and Paramedics pushed Matt on the stretcher into the awaiting ambulance, Foggy and Karen at their heels. 

"Matt, Matt, were right here okay? We're  not going anywhere, alright?"

                                      *******************************

Matt's still heavy eyelids groggily opened and the fuzziness in his head died down as he became more conscious.

The sound of heels clicking on the hard floor altered him to Karen's presence pacing the room, and Foggy, Matt could hear his heartbeat pounding from the chair. 

"Matt! You're awake! Thank God," Foggy said rushing towards Matt's. Karen quite pacing and joined Foggy at Matt's bedside. 

"It'll take more than that to stop me," Matt said halfheartedly, his voice not as pronounced as usual.

Matt could feel the tension in the room, he faced his friend's direction. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so reckless. I should've been smarter, gotten help sooner. I’m sorry for putting you guys through that." 

Foggy squeezed Matt's IV laced hand, "No, Matt, you were just thinking of others. I’m sorry for making you feel like you need to apologize for just looking out for people. But, next time? Come to us when your hurting." 

"Yeah Matt, we can help you," Karen cut in. 

"Now how did I get lucky enough to have you two in my life?" Matt said, his smile genuine.

Matt's chest was sore, he felt as if his whole body was replaced with sand, everything was so heavy, and the tube in his chest was uncomfortable, to say the least. But his skin was no longer blue, and his breathing was regulating out. But most importantly he was surrounded by his friends and partners and all in all, alive. 

In the elevator, trapped and dying, he didn't know if he would ever see another morning, experience another day, fight another night, but here he was. 

With a grateful look on his face, Matt addressed Foggy and Karen. 

"So, you ready for another day in court?" 

[cigvrettedvet]

charlotte & claire.

          there’s dead air while claire contemplates the words fed through the phone. it feels wrong and like she’s being misled. her hand fidgets with the hem of her jacket, her loose knee rising a little to allow her to kick the sidewalk softly with her slipper. she shifts her weight, leaning her shoulder against a brick wall jutting out to shield the doorway of the apartment building. she should reply, but the dead air is more comforting than attempted reassurance from charlotte. it could be so easy to pull up to charlotte’s and abandon the moral ambiguity at the door. they can fall into bed together and she can peel herself from the mattress at the break of light. they’ve done this too many times. “truthfully, charlotte,” she starts, finally gathering the courage. “then you should know better why we gotta stop this. if you want to talk about things maybe we should start by seeing each other decently and go from there– i can’t keep sneaking out to get you off. i’m tired of this shit.”

       charlotte frowns. and it's not because claire's words sting in some way. but it's because she knows she's right. they had to stop now. but the thought aches for some reason that charlotte would normally ignore, opting to drink just to forget it. maybe she should have. "you don't have to sneak out. you could just dump him," the words fall past her lips before she can stop him. "i mean, if you really were head over heels, you wouldn't have let me fuck you in the first place. don't make me the bad guy here." this wasn't her fault. she had never wanted it to be like this. if charlotte had her way, they wouldn't have to sneak around at all. "if you really are so tired of it, just go in there and tell him that you've been letting your ex go down on you for . . . shit, even i forgot the number of times. maybe he'll still stay with you after," charlotte continues. he had started all of this, maybe he would understand and forgive claire. maybe. "at the end of the day, you know that i'm the only one who gets you. the only one that can please you better than he can. i know you're trying to cling onto those morals of yours but let's face it, babe. they were gone a long damn time ago when we first hooked back up." charlotte doesn't like to pretend and she hated that claire did. “why can’t you see that no matter what, it’s always gonna go back to me and you again?”