#youre lying to the man whos nickname is TRUE MAN

[truexman]

"That's a lie."

"It is, damnit!" No, it's not. Nor was it ever. "So don't say it!"

[jaylaxies]

NOW OR NEVER

PAIRING: spider-man!sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, slight bondage, usage of nicknames, breeding.

SYNOPSIS: going around the city with your massive poster which said, ‘Choke me, Spider-Man!’ was something you did for fun, not knowing that your dream might actually come true.

WC: 1.4k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, loves! this one was requested by my anonnie and i’ve also posted this as a mark fic before! i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

“Shh, baby. Don’t want your parents to hear now, do we?”

You truly couldn’t believe that it was happening—that Spider-Man was in your room with his slender fingers wrapped ever so perfect around your throat.

You’ve always wanted this from the day you first saw him, on the day he saved a lift full of people from falling down and crashing to the ground. You were one of those who unfortunately got stuck inside the lift too, which was the traumatic onset of your tiny crush on him.

No one knew who was behind that mask, yet his suit clad figure was a sight to see, his build lean and slightly muscular, not to mention he smelled brilliant (a little something you gathered when he saved you).

To add to it, his ever so attractive voice always grasped everyone’s attention, you thought he was funny too, which is exactly why you ended up making a poster full of glitter saying:

Choke me, Spider-Man!

It was a silly joke, albeit you’d definitely be lying if you say you didn’t get wet dreams about the superhero, because you did. Detailed ones at that.

Maybe carrying the poster with you at all times was a stretch but you did it anyway, granted that your city was full of crimes and spotting Spider-Man was an easy task, which is why you proudly held up the poster in the crowd whenever you saw him, after he fought with the villain that is.

The people around you laughed, but it wasn’t mocking, it was more of an amused laugh, and you could have sworn you noticed spidey look your way, before swinging away, much to your dismay.

This went on a few times. You were practically waving the poster frantically when it was the fourth time, yet he didn’t pay you attention of any sort, leaving you dejected as you dragged yourself back home from Uni, chuckling at your state.

Crush on a superhero?

Pathetic.

He’s loved by countless people all over the world, what makes you think he’d have time to give you even a sliver of his attention when he’s so busy saving the world?

Clicking your tongue, you threw the crumbled poster in the trash can of your bedroom, dimming the lights as you sat down on your bed, ready to change into your nightwear before opting to sleep to take your mind off things.

Just then, a loud sound of knocking on your window caught your attention, which was funny considering you lived up on a pretty high floor in your apartment building. You thought that it must be a bird, still, you decided to open the curtains to check it out.

Shock would be an understatement to explain what you were feeling the second your eyes laid on the person right outside your window.

The reason for your sour mood, or rather, the reason you spent hours trying to ease the pent up frustration in you each night, moaning out with need, was hanging by your window.

“Oh god,” you breathed out, brain short circuiting for a few seconds before you shook your head, opening the windows for him to come in.

Who knew Spider-Man would actually care enough to notice you?

Then you realized just how awkward the situation was, and you didn’t have much to say anymore now that he was standing right in front of you, looking around as if he was inspecting your room.

“Spider man,” you breathed out, and he chuckled.

His attention was on you now, walking closer to you, “so, you’re the one who wanted to be choked by me,” he said smoothly, and you couldn’t help but shamelessly gawk at his figure, mouth watering at the sight.

“Uhm—I mean, holy fuck you’re actually here,” you tried to voice out your thoughts, but they were a mess, which only caused him to chuckle at your shocked state.

“Didn’t you want me here, baby?” He asked and you felt your knees buckling at the deep tone of his voice.

You took another step back, only to lose balance and trip. But good for you, your spidey was quick to shoot his web on your silky night blouse, pulling you close and right into his arms.

He smelled so good.

“Careful. We don’t want you hurting your pretty face,” he whispered, tracing his glove clad finger along your jaw, gripping your chin when he noticed how your body had gone still, “deep breaths, babe.”

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You asked, voice coming out in a low whine, eyes twinkling with hope.

He chuckled, pulling his mask up which had you bubbling with anticipation, you really wanted to see what he looked like. However, he stopped a little too soon for your liking, only exposing his lips, leaning in to mumble against your own.

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you,” he whispers, a gasp leaving your lips as you pulled him closer into a rushed kiss.

He was quick to take over, kissing you harder as he pushed you down on your bed, you could feel his fang like canines biting down on your bottom lip, “undress, quick,” he ordered, and you fumbled while getting everything off your body.

Your cheeks were warm, your eyes on his figure, which was now devoid of his costume, faint abs and strong muscles on display for you, but your mouth practically salivated at the sight of his cock, thick and hard.

Just when you sat up to touch him, he grabbed your wrist, pushing them up your head and shooting webs to tie them, making sure they didn’t move.

You never knew you’d be into web-play but here you are, getting wet by being constrained by webs.

“Please,” you begged in hopes that he’d touch you, or do something, anything.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, his fingers caressing your cunt, collecting your wetness, “so wet already,” he smirked, “wanna be fucked all night, huh?” He asked, continuing working his fingers between your legs, arousal leaking from your cunt.

His other hand was wrapped up around your neck, fingers tightening enough for you to gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt lightheaded with the whole situation, but you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

He was so good with his fingers, thumb pads circling your clit while two digits plunged in and out of you, eliciting moans out of you.

“Shh,” he whispered, his hold around your neck tightening which caused you to open your mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to lean in and spit in your mouth, watching the glob travel down your tongue till you gulped it down, earning a praise out of him, “good girl.”

He pulled back right when your body started shaking with the orgasm building up in your lower abdomen, his hold on your neck loose to let you breathe some more before he took it to the next level.

He ran his lips down your neck, sucking harshly as he lined his cock to your eager folds, your expression blissful and your entrance so wet, it made it easy for him to bottom out, “so fucking pretty,” he groaned out.

His voice strained as he started fucking you into your mattress, his power was evident with how precise and hard his thrusts were. It was a lifetime opportunity for you, and you wished to savour every second of it as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, pulling him even closer and deeper in your pussy.

He hit your spot over and over again, “cream my cock like a good girl, baby,” he rasped out, his own orgasm approaching.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, with his fingers still gripping your neck, the lack of air was evident but it somehow made you feel as if you were floating with unadulterated bliss around you as you finally reached your state of euphoria, coming undone on his cock, exactly when he filled you up with his cum, mixing it with yours as he emptied himself in you.

You whined when he pulled back, getting dressed after draining you, “you’re leaving?” You asked, frowning.

“Gotta save the world now, pretty,” he whispered, removing his webs from your wrists before pecking your lips and rushing out of the window, leaving you dazed.

Maybe making the poster wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings: Corruption kink, loss of virginity, fingering, hand job, mention of blood.

Deep in thought you pace the floors of your bedchamber the cold floor below, pinching at the pads of your feet while you palm at your breasts. It was the hour of the eel, and the only light was from the candles and flickering flames of hearth.

“Byka mēre.” (Little one)

Startled, you use your hands to conceal your breasts. You look across the room and see a tall figure by the fireplace, “cousin.”

“Hmm,” he lets our disapproving tsk. “You should be asleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your father, Ser Gwayne, and yourself travelled to the red keep so he and Queen Alicent could find a suitable husband for you. It wasn’t uncommon for Aemond to visit you before settling for the night, but he usually didn’t come so late.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

Aemond ignores the question and finally turns to face you, his expression hard to read. In a stern tone, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Pirtirys.” (Liar.)

Frowning, you shake your head. You hated it when Aemond spoke in High Valyrian. He knew how badly you wanted to learn it since the histories of House Targaryen fascinated you, but as you grew up in OldTown and had Hightower blood, you never got the opportunity to learn about such things.

“Some may consider what you’re doing unbecoming of a young lady soon to be married.”

Feeling embarrassed, you look down at the ground. “I was told simulating your breasts makes them grow larger.”

“Oh,” he smiles at you mockingly. “And who told this?”

“A couple of my ladies... Why are you here so late?”

“Your breasts are in proportion to the rest of your body,” he says, ignoring your question. "Plus, I can tell when you are lying. So tell me, Why are you groping at yourself as if you’re putting on a show in a whorehouse?”

“I… I was told if a woman touches herself during sex it can bring her pleasure; I just wanted to see if it was true.”

“If you wish to know, you only needed to ask.”

Stepping forward Aemond lowers your hand and replaces it with his mouth. If anyone else had tried to touch you in such a way, you would have screamed, hit them, and ordered the knight standing guard outside your room to kill them.

But with Aemond, it was different.

The warmth from his tongue was a stark contrast to the feeling of your fingers. He takes one of your breasts into his mouth, teeth grazing soft flesh, sucking at your nipple. A small moan leaves your mouth, encouraging him to keep going.

A sudden knock at the door causes you to leap apart. Aemond leaves the room without saying anything, his head held high while you hurry to fix your nightgown for your handmaiden entering the room.

—

Aemond couldn’t get you out of his mind, his sweet younger cousin, his little one.

You were only a few years younger, but growing up, you were much smaller in height, which is why he gave you the nickname. All the teasing was in jest, of course; you were his favourite, and the prince could think of nothing worse than upsetting you. You had an innocence he had never seen in another person, even now that you had become a grown woman.

The more the Prince watches lords parade their sons, themselves or whoever the next male heir in their house was to his uncle Gwayne, he grew more and more irritated.

You were his beautiful, innocent girl; he wouldn’t allow for you to be ruined by some man unworthy of you.

He would be the one to marry you.

As far as the one-eyed prince was concerned, you were his to love and cherish, and he would be the one to take your maidenhood to seal the deal, making sure you were his forever. And in the back of his mind there may be a sick satisfaction knowing you would allow nobody else to touch you in the way he already has.

His sweet girl, all ready to be corrupted by him and only him.

—

The next few weeks were long and tiresome. Your father had paraded you around court while eagerly listening to every lord who came to him and said why they should be your husband. But none of them paid any mind to you, the bride.

However, Prince Ameond was a different matter. During the rare few hours you had, he would come and keep you company. He gifted you books of Targaryen history, a pearl necklace, and a silk dress that was similar in shade to his dragons scales. He even read poems to you.

And not once has he tried to touch you again. Perhaps almost being caught scared him, or he was no longer interested.

Aemond was reading while you practiced needlework in silence until a sudden thought crossed your mind. “Do you think of me as spoilt?”

“Jason Lannister is a cunt,” he says sharply. “He only referred to you as spoilt because your father refused his marriage proposal on the spot. Out of curiosity, what do you want in a husband?”

“I want a husband who pays attention to me like you do.”

He smirks, placing his book on the arm of the chair. Aemond waves for you to go over to him. “My lady, do you want a man like me, or do you want me?”

“I want you, my prince.”

When you stand in front of him, his hand immediately goes to your hip. “My uncle still has lots of lords to speak with, but I may know a way he would agree for us to be married immediately if that’s what you truly wanted.”

“What is it?”

“If you’re no longer a maiden, then Ser Gwayne would have no choice but to betroth us.”

“I would be dishonoured.”

“You would be married to a dragon.” His grip on your hips tightens. “I would be the only man ever filling your womb with their seed; no dishonour would be taking place.”

“Why do you want this?”

Aemond thinks hard before answering. The prince was completely obsessed with you, to the point it was borderline possessive. And from the moment you became of age to be married, he has been hounding his mother to arrange a marriage between the two of you, but as always, she put duty above all else and insisted on waiting to see who else asked for your hand, but Aemond couldn’t let that happen.

He’s silently for so long you start to grow nervous, “Aemond?”

“You are mine, little one, and always have been.”

Swallowing thickly, you step back out of his reach and remove the thin material covering your body, then move to straddle Aemond’s lap. “Then make me yours forever; claim me so no other man can have me.”

Aemond claims your lips with his own. With one leg on either side of his lap, Aemond lowers his hand underneath you with ease, using his finger to spread the small amount of wetness dripping from your folds to and drag it up to your clit. After a few moments, he urges you to move off him. Aemond lifts his hips and pulls his clothing down until his cock is free, then pulls you back onto his lap.

You look down at his penis, watching as precum forms a glistening tip on the head of his cock. Holding your gaze, Aemond guides your hand to slowly start stroking him.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he confirms. “You are doing good; I’m going to prepare you now so that it doesn’t hurt so much.”

Your stomach clenches.

Aemond slides one long, slender finger inside you, then adds another. He pumps them back and forth while rubbing at your clit. You feel a weird sensation, like your core is starting to spasm. You still stroke at his cock, but your movements are now weaker than before.

“I feel weird,” you mumble.

“It’s okay, that’s good. Let the feeling take over.”

A few seconds later, you cum over his fingers, whimpering his name. “You’re doing so good,” Aemond withdraws his fingers from and lines his cock up. “I’ll try my best to take it slow.”

Placing one hand on your backside, Aemond holds you in place as he eases into you. Feeling the sting of his cock stretching you, you whine, “It’s too big!”

“Tis only the tip, little one. Rub your clit, it will only feel better.”

Doing as he says you start rubbing as Aemond pushes you down until his cock is completely inside you. It felt weird—a good weird. Aemond holds onto your hips again and starts to slowly move you up and down; you spread up the rubbing motions.

“I think I’m going to cum again.”

“Then cum for me,” he says before kissing you again.

You moan into his mouth when a similar feeling as before comes over you. Aemond’s thrusts become sloppy as he approaches his own peak, spilling his seed inside you.

After a few moments of kissing and Aemond stroking your back tenderly, you remove yourself from his lap. Glancing down between your legs, you notice blood-mixed arousal sliding down your thighs.

Aemond tilts your chin up gently, “tis normal for some women to bleed.”

“Oh.”

You step back and reach for your nightgown to redress, suddenly worried this might have been a mistake. Why if Aemond decided you weren’t good enough to be his wife?

“What happens now?” You ask shyly.

“I will have one of your ladies prepare a bath for you,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. “You need to do nothing else but rest, and while you do that, I will speak with my mother and inform her of what transpired. Then I suspect come morning she will be meeting with Ser Gwayne to discuss our betrothal.”

[seungfl0wer]

Seungmin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩷

Did I indulge myself with this? Yes. Could have I written a novel? Yes I stopped myself before it got way too long lol.

-🩵

•Definitely shy when yall first start dating, cute little awkward thing he’d be.

•However after getting close he’s never shutting up now.

•Teasing him about how he went from barely talking or making eye contact.

•To this man who openly flirts with you in public.

•A true menace in disguise.

•Playful teasing all the time.

•But it’s a mutual thing.

•You stutter he’s making fun of you.

•He drops something you’re doing it right back.

•It’s honestly one of those things that makes him love you even more.

•Knowing you two can joke around like this, “you’re an asshole but you’re my asshole.”

•Ya’ll adopting a dog at some point too.

•I don’t make the rules.

•You gotta buy a puppy for your puppy right?

•He loves having you lying in his chest so he can sing to you.

•All cuddled up just listing to his beautiful voice.

•He gets so blushy when you compliment his voice too

•Oh god does he. He’ll try and hide his face but you can see it creep to his ears too.

•And if he’s lying on your lap?

•Play with his hair.

•Please. Just do it. This might be his favorite thing in the world.

•Just lying with you, as you play with his fluffy hair.

•This is his happy place, the place where all his stress disappears.

•He’s honestly just so soft for you.

•He’s so attentive and reads you really well.

•He can tell if you’re having a bad day even before telling him.

•He’ll grab your favorite things to make you feel better.

•He remembers a lot of things you’ve said.

•I feel like he’s that kinda guy that just remembers all the little details about what you like or have told him.

•He’ll stare with those big puppy dog eyes full of love.

•He’s honestly very enamored by you.

•How can someone be so perfect?

•Not to mention how can someone so perfect be his?

•Of course he’ll never admit this.

•Not saying he doesn’t do his share of mushy things.

•But he’s seungmin, he has to end the sweet convos with a dumb comment like “cause I’m the perfect boyfriend duh”

•Likes calm dates.

•Like going for coffee or to book stores.

•Will make forts in the living room to watch movies.

•I feel like he’s also one of those people who sends you flowers while you’re at work.

•Likes to write cute notes on them to get you all blushy at work.

•Probably has you in his phone as something like “My Dummy” or something like that.

•In such a loving way though.

•Also probably has the dumbest nicknames for you.

•His nicknames range from something cute like “puppy” to “my little dumpster fire”

•Hand holding always.

•Will pout when you let go “so what if our hands are sweaty”

•Loves PDA when it makes you all blushy.

•He’ll also do the whole “kiss you to shut you up”

•He really enjoys your kisses.

•Also will never admit how much it melts his heart seeing you in his hoodies.

•He’ll snap cute pictures of you in them.

•Has so many ugly photos of you in a locked folder so you can’t delete him.

•So he can “use them for black mail”

•He’s just a kind soul who’s a little rough around the edges but you are too.

•He’ll always make you feel loved and cared for. You’ll also always know what he says is his true feelings.

•He never sugar coats things and is always honest with you.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•This little ass is such a tease.

•Will put his hand on your thigh slowly sliding it up.

•He’ll pull you to his lap, gripping your hips as he pushes himself against you.

•Would definitely send you dirty texts in public to see you get all red.

•Whatever mood he’s in you’re getting a different person in bed.

•Some days he’s more aggressive than others.

•Pushing you up against the wall leaving hickeys all over your neck.

•His hand wrapped around your throat as he teases your sensitiveness.

•When he’s fucking you like this he’s like a dog in heat.

•Multiple rounds until you’re both spent.

•He’d love when you’d scratch his back so deep or bite his shoulder.

•Just a way to show others how good he fucks you.

•He’d definitely be doing the biting back, pulling your hair and spanking you.

•On the other hand he has those lazy days were it’s the most loving sex of your life

•It’s so sensual laying in bed while he’s whispering how much he loves you as he’s thrusting slowly into you.

•Touching your sensitiveness lazily. Just savoring every moment.

•I feel like he’d be a small bit possessive of you.

•So he’d probably say stuff like “You’re all mine” “No one else can make you feel this way”

•He’s more of a talking when it’s rough but the moans and groans he lets out.

•Especially when he’s just lost in you they’re just- beautiful?

•A horn dog honestly.

•Constantly just wants you.

•He’s so damn needy when he’s on tour too.

•Whines about how he needs you cause his hand doesn’t help.

•Aftercare is normally more quiet as he just holds you close kissing you softly.

•Rubbing your body as you both catch your breath.

•A small “you ok?” He’d say and if it’s a yes he just pulls you closer to him.

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[freshxsturniolo]

but, why? - NEW SERIES PART ONE. chris sturniolo x femreader!

based off of this request!

nick answered your facetime on the first ring, just as you had expected him too. you would have loved to have said you had not intend to keep your new dating life a secret from your three best friends, but you would be lying. you had never had a relationship that hadn't been critically picked apart by the three triplets. you know they did it in love, they were your best friends and none blood brothers, in a way, but this time you didn't want it. you were happy. you were being silly, you were having fun, you wanted things to flow.

you were going to tell them, you weren’t even dating the guy yet but you felt good about him, but in your happy bubble you hadn’t thought twice before posting your instagram story. nick had seen it within 3 minutes.

“hello baby girl” he joked, a nickname he had for you.

"hello baby boy" you joked back, an automatic smile washing over your face. nick chuckled as you watched him prop a pillow behind his head as he got himself comfortable in his bed, you too shuffling your position on your couch.

"so, you hate your best friend. what else is there to know?" he said, and you immediately rolled your eyes.

"not like you to be dramatic, nicolas" you said. "i love you and thats why i didn't tell you straight away."

"that doesnt make sense" nick said, and you sighed.

"because you boys are insufferable anytime another man enters my life. and i didn't want to argue with any of you about it." you explained.

"because we love you, so much" nick answered back. "we only ever want you to be safe and happy."

you smiled now, knowing his words were true. "i know. i know."

nick was about to open his mouth to speak again, when you heard commotion coming from somewhere in his room. his head immediately whipped up to where you could tell from the layout of his room was his bedroom door, and you watched as his eyes widened. you were about to ask if he was okay when a voice behind the camera spoke.

"is that her right now?"

chris. your best friend chris. your overprotective, sometimes overbearing best friend chris. but equal amounts your most favourite person on the planet.

nick looked towards you now, and you let out a sigh as you nodded your head, before nick turned the phone towards him. chris was walking over to the bed already, and it took him two seconds to grab the phone out of nicks hand.

"who is he?"

"chris-"

"no, y/n. who is that?"

you sigh, there was never going to be any winning. you had no idea what it was with chris that made him like this, but ever since you were young he had acted like a feral over protective brother whenever you so much as bated an eye at anyone else. it had saved you many times from make decisions you would later regret, but there was the few times, like right now, where you felt it unnecessary.

"its someone i've been on a few dates with, chris. chill out."

he was staring at you so intensely through the phone, you could hear nick in the background telling him to sit down and calm down, but he was pacing nicks room like he had a stick up his ass.

"okay, so is he your boyfriend?"

you roll your eyes again. "no-"

"oh." chris said, and you don't know if you were imagining things, but you swear you saw a moment of relief wash over him. but you were telling the truth, you weren’t dating him. but you could feel it going that way. it felt more than just casual. it felt nice. it felt exciting.

you had no time to say anything else before the phone was snatched out of chris' hands, and nick came into view again.

"so you're NOT actually dating him?" he almost squeaked.

"no. well,-" and then you stopped, because there was no use explaining over facetime, where you could already hear chris making remarks. you sighed before sitting up, grabbing your car keys from the coffee table in front of you and swinging them in front of your face. "i'll come over."

nick smiled, turning to chris. "she's coming over, dumbass, you can fucking chill out a second."

chris emerged behind nicks shoulder. "you can bring me a 7/11 slurpee on the way, for the stress."

you rolled your eyes, already walking over to your front door. "the fucking stress." you mocked. he was so dramatic, but you were already planning which route to go where you would pass by one for him.

you said goodbye, throwing your phone into your pocket as you left your house, knowing you were probably in for a long interrogation.

[chvoswxtch]

a favor

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank's true intentions behind getting you a lawyer are revealed.

warnings: swearing, a lil angst, sassy lawyer matty, instigating frankie

word count: 5.7k

a/n: happy one year of the bodyguard! again, I can't thank y'all enough for the love and support y'all have shown this series for the past year. i'm eternally grateful. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“Frank.”

“Red.”

The two men exchanged curt nods in greeting while the nickname Frank used for the man who had introduced himself as Matthew further added to your growing puzzlement. There was clearly a history between the two of them that you weren’t aware of. Frank hadn’t been lying when he said he had a lawyer, but it only fanned the flame of curiosity burning within you.

What could Frank have possibly needed a lawyer for?

Frank had assured you that according to Madani, Steven didn’t have anything on you, but Matthew’s presence had a wave of newfound anxiety beginning to crest steadily. If Steven didn’t have anything, why did you need a lawyer? Turning your attention towards Frank, you lightly clenched your fists at your sides to keep them from betraying how nervous you actually were in that moment. 

“I thought you said he didn’t have a case?”

“He don’t.”

Frank said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world with a careless shrug of his broad shoulders, but it didn’t put you at ease. Behind you, Matthew cleared his throat to capture your attention, and when you turned around to face him, you noticed he had taken a step towards you. His plump lips were stretched into a charming smile that had your nerves suddenly calming of their own accord.

“Miss Y/L/N, you have nothing to worry about. I’m here as a formality more than anything, and a favor to Frank. I’m familiar with men like Price. He’s going to try and scare you, like he did with the letter of intent, and try to manipulate you to get his way. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

Matthew spoke with such conviction that it was hard for you not to believe him. You didn’t know how good of a lawyer Matthew was, or if he was a match for Steven, but Frank clearly trusted him enough to involve him, and you trusted Frank with your life.

“He’s a real asshole.”

Matthew’s thick brows lifted slightly above the rim of his crimson tinted glasses when you suddenly blurted that out, and an amused chuckle quickly sounded from deep within his chest. His lips parted to reveal a dazzling row of teeth complimented by deep indentations in each of his cheeks.

“So I’ve been told. Shall we?”

Glancing at Frank over your shoulder, he motioned towards the room with his head, an expression of pure annoyance painted on his sharp features. If his face didn’t give away how he felt about the current situation, the dissatisfied grunt that preceded Frank’s gruff voice certainly did.

“Let’s get this over with.”

»»———　　———««

Orange was not Steven’s color. It contrasted sharply against his stupid blonde hair that had grown shaggy and appeared unkempt, much to your satisfaction. He was the only guy you ever dated that took more time getting ready than you, and knowing how meticulous he was about his looks, it filled you with a sense of enjoyment seeing his golden tan faded to pasty ivory, darkness blooming under his dull blue eyes, and a sour scowl on his mouth.

He wasn’t considered a violent threat, so he wasn’t handcuffed to the table. Steven had chosen to “represent himself” in his make believe case, so there wasn’t anyone else in the room but him. A guard was stationed outside the door, not so much for protection, but to let all of you in and out. 

The whole thing made you almost laugh.

Steven had handcrafted one of the most violent homegrown terrorist groups that had been the biggest threat New York had seen in decades, and the prison still didn’t consider him a danger. Surely that had to be a huge blow to his ego.

As soon as the three of you stepped through the door of the meeting room, Steven was quick to let out a dry scoff, crossing his arms over his chest in visible disapproval. 

“Well that’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

Confusion weaved between your brows at his statement.

“What?”

“Two bodyguards? You’re not in any ‘danger’ anymore.”

The way he spit out the word danger had your blood already simmering in your bloodstream, like he was implying that you never truly were. To him, you had been overreacting; playing the part of a victim instead of actually being one. It was bad enough he invalidated your feelings throughout your entire previous relationship, but eight years later, you were still dealing with his bullshit.

The mention of two bodyguards only muddled your confusion further. Glancing up at Frank, you were met with the familiar sight of him standing as still as a statue right by your side, his right hand clasped over his left wrist, and an intense broody expression on his features. Steven knew that Frank was your bodyguard, but why did he think that Matthew was also? Turning your attention to Matthew, your brows raised slightly in surprise.

Matthew was standing just as close to you as Frank was, and in a similar protective stature. His full lips were pressed together in a firm line that highlighted his sharp jawline. You hadn’t realized just how large he was before when he introduced himself, mainly because he didn’t look as menacing as Frank normally did. He wasn’t quite as big and bulky as Frank was. He had more of a slim and lean build, and appeared to be maybe an inch or two shorter than Frank, but your eyes caught the way his suit jacket seemed to be straining around his shoulders and arms. From an outsider perspective, he did look like a second bodyguard. 

“Or, one and a half I guess. Is Russo struggling that bad he has to hire a blind guy?”

That comment completely caught you off guard. You’d briefly noticed the crimson tinted glasses that Matthew wore, but for some reason you had immediately assumed that they were transition lenses adjusting from being out in the sunlight. It was only when you glanced down at the red and white cane he held in his left hand that it all of a sudden clicked in your brain, and you realized for the first time that Matthew was blind.

Before you could think too hard about how you had missed that, Steven’s abrasive comment echoed in your ears, and your blood went from simmering to scorching as you whipped your head in his direction. Taking a bold step forward, your features were twisted up in raw outrage as you prepared to hurl verbal assaults in his direction.

“You fucking-”

Abruptly, two arms shot out to stop your rampage before it could begin. Dropping your gaze downward, you saw Frank’s arm was flush against your ribcage, while Matthew’s was directly underneath, hovering a respectful inch away from your lower stomach. Flickering your eyes upwards to look at Matthew, a mixture of perplexity and curiosity lingered in your stare as you wondered how he had known that you’d taken a step forward. But before you could ask, he cleared his throat and moved his arm away, beginning to fold up his cane with both of his hands.

“Mr. Price, my name is Matthew Murdock. I’m Miss Y/L/N’s attorney.”

“And what firm do you work for?”

“My own. Nelson, Murdock, and Page.”

Steven narrowed his eyes while he sized Matthew up and down, making it obvious he clearly was not impressed, which was incredibly stupid on his part now that you were aware Matthew couldn’t see it. Smacking his lips, Steven shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the metal chair he sat in.

“Never heard of you.”

“You follow the Kingpin trial?”

Frank had been silent up until that point, which made you nervous. You weren’t used to men that were quiet about their rage, and it felt as if you had only seen a fraction of what Frank was capable of when he was angry. But the mention of the Fisk case caught your attention. What did that have to do with anything?

“Of course I did. That was one of the biggest criminal cases this city has seen in years.”

Steven made it sound like Frank had asked the most ignorant question in the world. As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. That case was huge. The only part of it that left a sour taste in your mouth was the fact that Fisk was never charged for Ben’s murder. Deep down you knew it couldn’t be proven, there simply wasn’t any evidence, and you should’ve been happy Fisk would never get out with everything he had been charged with, but it wasn’t enough. Not for you, and not for Ben.

“Then you’re not only a dumbass, you’re a fuckin’ liar too. His firm was the one that put that shitbag away.”

That piece of information had your head swiveling to stare at Matthew almost in awe. You had been so focused on the charges of the case that you hadn’t actually paid attention to who was running the case against Fisk. It made you wonder if he had known about Ben.

“Anyone could’ve won that case. That devil guy practically handed Fisk over to the police wrapped neatly in a bow.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Matthew stiffen at the mention of Daredevil, but he swiftly recovered. Tossing his folded cane onto the table with surprising accuracy, he adjusted his glasses on the bride of his nose and slipped his hands into his pockets nonchalantly. 

“That’s true. But unlike you, I don’t have to tamper with evidence, threaten witnesses, or buy off judges and juries to win my cases. Now, do you want to discuss the multiple charges that are currently pending against you for malpractice and wrongful conviction on top of domestic terrorism, or can we skip the pleasantries and get to the point of this meeting.”

Steven was not at all prepared for Matthew’s sharp retort, and you couldn’t stop the way your jaw dropped in astonishment at how smoothly he had called him out. Steven was the only lawyer you really had any experience with, but in the five minutes you’d known Matthew, he made one fact abundantly clear; Steven had been pretending to be a skilled lawyer. Matthew actually was one.

You could always tell when Steven was flustered or upset by how red his face became. He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable but trying to play it off like he wasn’t, while a faint flush of scarlet was beginning to creep up along the column of his throat. 

“Fine. Let’s discuss the case. My demands were-”

“You have no authority to make demands, because you have no case. Now you’re ridiculously ignorant, but you aren’t that stupid. So, why don’t we discuss why you really asked my client here.”

“Excuse me? You can’t talk to me like that. Do you have any idea who I am?”

Matthew let out a slow and deep exhale through his nose and took a step further towards the table, his hands still nestled comfortably in his pockets, a layer of boredom coveted on his features.

“Yeah, you’re the guy facing twenty-five to life without the possibility of parole. I didn’t think we needed to state the obvious.”

Frank let out a quiet snicker beside you, and when you snuck a glance up at him, you noticed he had the faintest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. His deep brown eyes seemed to be almost shining with merriment under the harsh fluorescents of the lights above. 

He was enjoying this.

It hadn’t occurred to you before that Frank might have invited Matthew simply just to humiliate Steven and intellectually torment him for the hell of it. Narrowing your eyes in half-hearted suspicion, you leaned closer and whispered lowly to him.

“Did you do this on purpose?”

Turning his head to look down at you, Frank didn’t even bother trying to play innocent. He flashed you a playful wink before turning his attention back to Matthew and Steven, crossing his arms over his chest in a relaxed manner. A bubble of childlike laughter almost escaped from your mouth at the sudden epiphany.

Frank had asked Matthew to come strictly to fuck with your ex-boyfriend. 

Steven’s “case” was bullshit. Frank knew that Steven was afraid of him because Steven couldn’t take him physically, and Frank had proved on several occasions that Steven wasn’t as untouchable as he thought he was. But Steven always thought he was the smartest person in the room, and he probably thought he had outsmarted you and Frank with the letter of intent. 

Until Frank had purposefully brought someone that he knew could talk circles around Steven and make him feel as small as he had made you feel. 

That thought brought a grin to your lips, and it made you wonder if Matthew was in on it.

“Clearly you aren’t as good of a lawyer as you think you are, or maybe you just didn’t do your homework, but I am getting out of here. Do you know who my father is? I can-”

“Yes, Mr. Price, I’m well aware of who your family is, and I’m sure your father’s status is what gives you the luxury of ignorance to think that you’re invincible, but if that were case then you wouldn’t be sitting here in federal prison, would you?”

Steven immediately clenched his jaw tightly and his chest started to rise and fall a little faster while his nostrils angrily flared. His irritation was written clearly across his face. He wasn’t used to not being the most intelligent and powerful person in the room. He wasn’t used to people not kissing his ass just because of who he thought he was and the family name he carried. He wasn’t used to being challenged, and that’s exactly what Matthew was.

A challenge. 

Matthew was getting to Steven, and it seemed like he knew it. Matthew took another casual step forward and reached for the metal chair, pulling it out slowly and stepping around to leisurely take a seat in front of Steven. He clasped his hands together and rested them on the metal table. While there was a look of neutrality on his face, the low voice he spoke in and his razor sharp words betrayed his true feelings towards Steven.

“Daddy’s money can’t buy you out of this one. You have nothing, you’re grasping at straws, and you’re wasting everyone’s time. Now I realize that you have plenty of that here considering you’re facing at least twenty five years on the domestic terrorism charges alone, but the rest of us have lives to return to outside of this room. So, did you call us here just to throw an entitled tantrum? Or is there something of value you’d like to discuss?”

“I want her to pay for what she’s done!”

“What I’ve done?”

A look of incredulity and anger was painted across your face at Steven’s outburst. His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, wild with rage, and he glared at you while pointing his index finger stiffly in your direction.

“You ruined my life.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Frank attempted to pull you back when you took a frustrated step forward, but you yanked your wrist away forcefully from his large hand. 

“You lazy, arrogant, selfish dick! You hired a bunch of psychos to blow up New York because you weren’t good enough to win an election and that’s my fault? Fuck you!”

“Sweetheart, let’s take it easy.”

Frank was standing right behind you, his large hand splayed on your lower back as he attempted to rein you in. Matthew was supposed to be the one handling Steven, that’s why he was here. But you couldn’t handle listening to another second of his privileged pity party while he still refused to take some goddamn accountability for what he did.

Stepping forward until you were directly in front of the table, you gripped onto the edge of it tightly until the blood flow around your knuckles was restricted. Wrath was burning vividly in your eyes and Steven abruptly backed away in his chair as if he were afraid of you. Even though you were seething, you kept your voice low and calm, wanting him to hear every venomous syllable that had been building on your tongue for the past ten years.

“You are fucking pathetic. You had every privilege at your fingertips and you still couldn’t make something real of yourself. You chose to cut corners, buy your way in and out of everything, and even resorted to murder just to get ahead because deep down, you knew you couldn’t fucking cut it. Daddy didn’t love his fucked up protege enough so the rest of us had to suffer your waste of an existence. The only reason you sent me that ridiculous letter is because for whatever idiotic reason, you think you still own me-”

Leaning in across the table, your face was mere inches away from Steven’s as you spoke in an even more merciless tone.

“-even though the moment I held a gun to your head should’ve made it very fucking clear that you never did.”

Steven’s eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open in shock before he snapped his head to look at Matthew in bewilderment, stammering over his words.

“She admitted it!”

“That’s hearsay.”

“Bullshit! She just confessed-”

“Technically she didn’t explicitly state when or where she held you at gunpoint, and as her lawyer, anything my client says in my presence is protected under client confidentiality, so I can’t act as a witness. Good luck getting Frank on your side.”

“Looks like you still got nothin’ asshole.”

Steven was frantically looking between the three of you in complete disbelief like a gaping fish out of water flopping around on a dock. 

“This…this is insane! You can’t do this! I made a statement-”

“Neither Frank nor Mr. Russo corroborated that claim.”

“Of course they didn’t! Russo tried to get her to shoot me, for Christ’s sake! She assaulted me, and so did he.”

Steven was getting hysterical, his face nearly ripening to the shade of a freshly grown tomato, his desperate glare fixated on Frank. But Frank and Matthew didn’t visibly react at all, which only set Steven off even further.

“Frank’s job was to protect Y/N from any and all threats. You presented yourself as a threat, which resulted in him taking action.”

Matthew lightly shrugged his shoulders, speaking as if he were explaining a simple concept to a child.

“He broke my nose! And that slimy bastard Russo recorded me without my consent. That’s illegal! I was coerced-”

“Actually, it wasn’t illegal. Mr. Russo’s company was hired by Homeland Security to keep Y/N safe, thus by extension, Mr. Russo and Frank were acting as employees of Homeland. They had the right to record any and all conversations involving a person of interest, and due to Y/N being clever enough to get your men to confess and mention you by name on tape, you became a person of interest. That recording was perfectly legal, and even if it had been coerced, you were arrested with evidence in your pocket linking you directly to the Defenders of Freedom, including proof that it was your operation. Now Mr. Price, I don't enjoy repeating myself, but since you seem to be struggling to comprehend just how fucked you are, let me simplify this: you are staying in prison. There is no negotiating, no price tag, and no favor that can prevent it. So get to the goddamn point. Why are we here?”

“He’s mad.”

Looking up at Frank, one of your brows raised in curiosity as you noticed that he was grinning from ear to ear. Matthew’s head perked up, slightly cocking to the side. Steven focused his incessant glare on Frank, letting out a dry scoff.

“And what am I mad about, Frank? I could own this prison with the change in my pocket. Might even turn into a kingpin myself in here.”

Frank instantly let out a deep howl of laughter, which only pissed Steven off that much more.

“I doubt that. Money don’t make you a man, and that ain’t the currency in here. Respect is, and you’re too much of a pussy to fight for it. I bet you’re already someone’s bitch, ain’t ya? That why you sent the letter? You hoped she’d feel sorry for your ass, yeah? Help you outta here? Cause you’re still fuckin’ stupid enough to think she would lift a goddamn finger in your favor.”

You didn’t notice when Matthew had silently slipped out of the chair in front of the table, but as Frank took a few bold steps towards Steven, suddenly Matthew had extended his arm across your stomach and was gently guiding you behind himself. Grabbing onto Matthew’s bicep lightly with both hands, you peered around him to see what was happening. Steven had leaned all the way back in his seat, and when Frank started to round the table, pure fear shined in the baby blue of his irises.

“You’re mad she didn’t come alone. You’re mad she ain’t helpin’ you. You’re mad Red’s right, and you are fucked. You’re mad you’re a fuckin’ embarrassment to daddy and your entire goddamn stuck up family. I bet he ain’t called you once, huh? Ain’t checked on ya? Cause he don’t wanna be associated with such a fuckin’ disappointment of a son, yeah? You dug your fuckin’ grave, and instead of helpin’ you outta it, he’s shovelin’ that dirt right on top to bury you.”

The closer Frank got to Steven, the louder the alarms started going off in your head. You tightened your grip on Matthew’s arm, feeling more and more nervous about what Frank was about to do. It wasn’t beneath him to start a fight in a Federal prison if he thought it was warranted. But if he started swinging, would Matthew be able to step in? Would Frank go to prison because of it? You weren’t sure what the law was, but you were pretty sure there were serious repercussions that would follow what Frank was about to do.

As if he could somehow sense your growing anxiety, Matthew subtly reached behind himself and placed his hand on your hip, giving it a light squeeze. He turned his head faintly in your direction and whispered only loud enough for you to hear. 

“Relax. He won’t hurt him.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Matthew’s lips parted, and then abruptly closed. After a moment, he gave your hip another light squeeze and whispered lowly again with a hint of a  smile on his lips.

“Mostly.”

Before you could explain how Frank nearly beat the life out of Steven last time they were in the same room together, Frank’s deep voice captured your attention.

“But that ain’t the biggest reason why you’re mad, is it?”

When you looked around Matthew again to stare at Frank, you saw that he had grabbed the arms of Steven’s chair and had leaned down so that they were face to face. Something about Frank’s expression in that moment had you completely puzzled. He didn’t look as angry as he sounded.

He was smirking. 

“You’re jealous.”

Steven was trying hard to hide how terrified he was of Frank. His hands were clenched into tight fists in his lap, the skin so taught over his knuckles they turned stark white, and they were visibly trembling. But not because he was mad; because he was scared. He attempted to look unimpressed as he let out a dry laugh that shook as much as his hands.

“Jealous of what?”

“That I’m the one fuckin’ her now.”

As soon as those words left Frank’s lips, your eyes widened to the size of moons and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Steven appeared to be just as shocked by Frank’s shameless boast as you were, while Matthew on the other hand had a devilish grin stretching over his full lips that was accompanied by a dark chuckle.

“Oh, so that’s why he’s so pissed off.”

Matthew wasn’t at all uncomfortable by Frank’s admission. He seemed to be completely amused by it which was evident by the taunting tone dripping from his velvet voice. Swallowing thickly, heat burned in your cheeks as you snuck a glance up at Matthew. You still had a vice grip on his arm, and his hand was still resting comfortably on your hip. You weren’t sure if he could feel you looking at him, but he subtly turned his head in your direction and arched one of his thick brows while his smirk stretched further across his lips to display his dimples. Meanwhile, Steven was glaring across the room at you in a concoction of betrayal and resentment.

“Do you really have no self respect that you’d whore yourself out for your bodyguard? What, you let him and Russo take turns? You gonna slut yourself out to Murdock, next?”

For some reason that comment set you off. Any feelings of embarrassment you might have felt that Frank just revealed to everyone in that room that the two of you were fucking suddenly flew out the window. Finally letting go of Matthew’s arm, he removed his hand from your hip when you stepped forward towards the table. 

“That’s not really any of your business, but if you’re lacking entertainment in here, feel free to picture me sharing a bed with all three of them tonight when you’re sleeping in your cell.”

The bold confidence you spoke with surprised you and everyone else in that room. A dusty layer of pink instantly covered Matthew’s cheeks, and he quickly cleared his throat while trying to hide the playful smile that threatened to take over his entire mouth. Frank was clearly caught off guard by your response, his thick brows lifting considerably up his forehead. When he caught the smile on Matthew’s lips however, he rose to his full height and squared his shoulders, tapering his gaze in Matthew’s direction with a deep scowl. Steven looked completely dumbfounded and horrified, and that filled you with an intense feeling of satisfaction.

Standing up a little straighter, you crossed your arms over your chest and let out an exasperated sigh.

“If you’re finished throwing your fit, I’d like to take my boyfriend and Matt to lunch. Matt, you don’t have any plans, do you?”

“He does.”

Frank grumbled as he walked around the table to stand next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist in a possessive manner, leaving Steven behind to watch the display of affection in clear anguish and disgust. Reaching for his folded cane on the table, Matthew’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before his mouth stretched into a satisfied grin.

“I can spare an hour for good company.”

Frank glowered at Matthew as he unfolded his cane and walked towards the door, knocking twice against it to signal for the guard to open it. You couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face, and you leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his jaw, which immediately softened his hardened features.

“Come on, big guy. Let me treat you to some Italian.”

“I’d rather take you to the parkin’ lot and treat you to somethin’ else.”

Frank reached down and grabbed a large handful of your ass, speaking loudly enough for Steven to hear. A noise of surprise left your lips at the sudden gesture, and you laughed while looking up at him with widened eyes.

“Frank!”

A boyish grin split across Frank’s lips as he snickered, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you towards the open door. Neither of you spared so much as a final glance back in Steven’s direction.

Once you were out in the hallway, Frank gently grabbed your arm to pull you aside while Matt walked ahead. He cocked his head to the side while looking down at you with a pensive look melting in his warm brown eyes.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

The question made your confidence falter slightly, but you tried not to let it show. Instead, you crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive manner and arched one of your brows in a silent challenge.

“Did you want to be demoted back to bodyguard?”

“Hell no.”

Frank almost looked offended by the question, and it caused an amused laugh to quickly escape your mouth. Reaching out to cradle your face in both of his large hands, Frank leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips that nearly took your breath away. When he reluctantly pulled away, his thumbs were delicately brushing over your cheekbones.

“You know I always will be though, right?”

“Always be what?”

“Your bodyguard.”

A content smile covered your lips as you nodded, staring up into his eyes lovingly.

“I can live with that.”

Frank tore his gaze away from you for a moment. When he looked to his left, a furrow formed between his thick brows and a faint pout pursed on his soft lips.

“Does he have to come?”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who he was talking about. Rolling your eyes playfully, you gave him a pointed look.

“Frank.”

Letting out a grunt, he reached down to take one of your hands, lacing your fingers together.

“Fine. But if he gets handsy with you again, I’m gonna throw his ass in the Hudson.”

A look of shock crossed your features at that, and when he began to tug you towards the exit, you smacked your hand against his chest.

“Frank!”

Without missing a beat, Matt quickly retorted over his shoulder.

“I can swim, Frank.”

“Yeah? See how good you do with cinder blocks chained to your ankles.”

“You’d try to drown a blind man?”

“Don’t start your shit, Red.”

»»———　　———««

Matt and Frank argued like an old married couple, and it was extremely entertaining to witness. The only friend you had ever seen Frank interact with was Billy, and their dynamic was far different than his was with Matt. It was intriguing to watch them go back and forth with one another so effortlessly. Matt had a naturally sharp wit, one that Steven had been no match for, but Frank easily kept up with him. It made you wonder how long they had known each other.

“Ain’t you got somewhere else to be other than here bustin’ my balls?”

“Nope.”

“Bullshit. I heard you swear at least four times earlier. Ain’t that grounds for confession, altar boy?”

“It’s Wednesday, not Sunday. But while we’re on the topic of confession-”

“Ah, kiss my ass.”

A laugh erupted from your mouth at the way Frank waved his hand dismissively in Matt’s direction, leaning back in his seat while turning his head to glance out the window he was sitting next to. The spot the three of you had come to for lunch was a cozy little family owned Italian place that made the best pizza in all of New York, in your humble opinion. 

Looking across the table at Matt curiously, you tilted your head to the side with a soft smile.

“Are you Catholic?”

That signature charming grin stretched over his lips as he gave a nod of his head.

“Guilt and all.”

Before you could speak again, a thought unexpectedly popped into your head. When Frank was teaching you how to shoot a few weeks ago, he had joked that he knew a blind man that had better aim than you, only he hadn’t been joking. He hadn’t said anything else about the mysterious blind man with good aim other than that he was Catholic. Your brain was slowly putting two and two together, and you suddenly realized Frank had been talking about Matt.

Your eyes immediately lit up with excitement and your lips subsequently stretched into an enraptured grin. When you’d asked Frank how a blind man had such good aim, he’d told you to ask him yourself, which was exactly what you were about to do.

“So, I hear you have good aim.”

Matt nearly choked on his drink, covering his mouth with his palm and coughing while he set his glass of water down. His thick brows shot up above the rim of his glasses when he attempted to compose himself.

“I’m sorry?”

“Frank was teaching me how to shoot recently, and he said he knew a blind guy with better aim than me. I’m assuming that’s you. I asked him how you did it, and he said to ask you myself. So, tell me, Matthew. How does a blind man have such good aim?”

While you leaned forward earnestly and rested your chin on the knuckles of your clasped hands, Matt subtly tilted his head in Frank’s direction, a faint look of annoyance on his face. Beside you, Frank was snickering, lifting another slice of pizza to his mouth, his eyes glimmering with mirth.

“Yeah Red, explain it to us.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re the Devil.”

Matt’s full lips pursed into a firm line as he focused his attention in Frank’s direction. He seemed completely unamused by Frank’s comment. Turning your head to look at Frank, you noticed he was giving Matt a knowing look which had confusion settling between your brows as you glanced back at Matt.

“Am I missing something?”

“I’m afraid Frank has overexaggerated. I don’t use guns-”

“Because you’re Catholic?”

Frank busted out laughing at your innocent question, and you could see Matt’s glare of irritation even behind the deep crimson lenses of his glasses. 

“Because I don’t believe in them, and also because I’m blind. Frank, what the hell did you tell her, exactly?”

Frank lightly shrugged his broad shoulders as he took another large bite of the slice of pizza in his hand, looking over at Matt with a pleased smirk.

“That you’re a really good lawyer.”

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Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - His denial (Part VIII)

It's a big series about an afab!reader who doesn't like Bruce Wayne and who still falls in love with him (he fells quicker and harder)

Reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 //

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of crying several times, hard times for reader and for Bruce, language, ANGST and more ANGST

“You know Ma, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me what happened between you and Bruce, but we’re all wondering why you broke up with him?” Jason asked you as he was helping you prepare a meal for the two of you. “Also, everyone's a little bit worried you won’t be our mother figure no more.” he added

“I’ll send a message on our group chat to let you kids know that I’m still there for you, no matter what happened between Bruce and I.” you replied instantly. 

You loved those kids as if they were yours and you were eager to keep taking care of them, even if it wasn’t at the manor anymore.

“Good to know,” Jason hummed and kissed your cheek. 

He would have been devastated if you had run away from his life, like all the adults that were supposed to care for him - apart from Alfred, of course. And he was well aware that all the other children - adopted or not by Bruce - loved you. You were bringing some peace and joy in everyone’s lives. That was why they nicknamed you “Hope” for when they talk to you over the comm’s. 

“And I didn’t break up. We agreed on it, Bruce and I.” you finally said, to which Jason arched an eyebrow. 

“Really? That’s not what he said”.

“Well, we agreed that I’m a civilian and that it was making things too difficult. Bruce has also been very busy and… I don’t know, maybe it was just not working anymore” you explained, trying to get away from this conversation as fast as possible.

You had spent the whole night crying over this break up. You had never been heartbroken like that before. You loved Bruce like you never loved anyone before. You just didn’t want to resume crying in front of Jason.

“Bruce can be an asshole… But I really don’t think he meant to make you feel neglected” Jason frowned

“Are you taking his defence now?” you softly teased to hide your sadness away

“No, never. Just… He loves you” Jason whispered

“I don’t think so. But that’s okay. I never thought I’d date someone for so long anyway. And I’ve meet all of you, and I’m very grateful for that”

“Ma…” Jason started but you cut him off

“I don’t really want to keep talking about him” you said and Jason dropped the subject

You did your best to forget about this conversation. You didn’t want to hear the little voice in your head saying that maybe Bruce was still in love with you, but was too stupid to let you know about it. 

You managed to push the voice away, until during an interview with Bruce Wayne, the journalist asked him if it was true you were not together anymore. You hadn’t meant to watch this interview, but your boss needed you to write an article about it. At the question, you couldn't help but fully focused on the TV and you caught a glimpse of vulnerability flashing across Bruce’s face. Only people who knew him well enough could have seen it. He quickly smiled at the journalist. 

“We’re only taking a break, nothing permanent” he instantly replied and you stared at the TV, thinking “wait what??” 

“Oh so, you’re not open to any new relationship?” the journalist asked “A lot of women in Gotham are eager to know if they have a chance with you or not. Men too. And everyone else, really”.

Bruce softly chuckled, but you could tell he was actually quite uneasy

“No, I’m not open to any new relationship. I still belong to Y/N.” he replied and you started to cry again.

You hated him for lying so blatantly in front all the whole city. He didn’t belong to you, you would know otherwise. You felt so sad, so angry. You hated yourself for having fallen for a man like him.

“Belong to? Quite a strong expression. Are you in love, Mr. Wayne?” the journalist hummed in interest

“Now I believe you didn’t ask me to come to talk about my romantic relationship” Bruce quickly changed the subject, but no need to say you started to cry even harder.

Of course he wouldn’t say he loved you, because he didn’t. You didn’t want to be such a mess again so you turned the TV off.

But a few instants later you received messages from the kids asking you if it was true that it was just a break and that you would come back home at some point. They were all so adorable, saying they understood if you needed to take a breath from the Batfamilly, especially when things were so difficult in Gotham. They promised to keep protecting you no matter what anyways.

You had no idea what to answer at first. You didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Eventually you told them the truth: “I’ve told you I’m still there for you as well, and I’m touched you are all so eager to have me back at the manor… But in all honesty, I’m not too certain what is going on and why Bruce said all of this. I don’t want to talk to him, but I guess you can ask him directly”

No need to say that everyone was pretty disappointed in your answer and that none of them asked about it to Bruce.

You didn’t want to go back to the manor. You didn’t want to run into Bruce. You thought several times to ask the children to grab your belongings for you, but it would mean for them to come into Bruce’s room and the man wouldn't be happy about it. They were welcomed to come into his room only when they needed help or reassurance after a nightmare. You could also tell that the children didn’t know how to deal with the break up.

You didn’t want to force them to be in between Bruce and you. 

Unfortunately you needed clothes from his place because you were soon going out of Gotham for a couple of days. You waited until the last minute to finally go back to the manor.

Everyone was out, except Alfred who greeted you with a warm smile. His smile flattered when you told him you needed to take some belongings from there. He didn’t stop you. However you were certain that he sent a message to Bruce.

You were in a pretty dark mood. Your mother had discovered your father wasn’t dead. You were a little bit surprised that the Batfamilly wasn’t on the case yet. Maybe Falcone did a good job to hide things away. Or maybe no one wanted to deal with something that might end up hurting you. 

Either way, you knew things were going to be hard and your mother was going to hate you for having lied to her about your father. You wished things would have been better with Bruce, because you would have loved to have someone with you. You didn’t want to drag the children in this mess, so once again it was you alone against your past.

You jumped when you heard Bruce’s soft voice talking to you. You had been so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard him gently opening the door.

“What are you doing?” he leaned against the door frame to seem relaxed but you could tell he was watching you with great intensity and concern.

You wouldn’t have believed it if he would have told you, but watching you removing your belongings from your shared room was eating him up alive. He needed all his willpower to not prevent you from doing so. When you resumed your action of packing away, he felt his chest tightened.

“Packing. Need to go see my mom. Some stuff happened with my dad… And I need to deal with this mess.” you explained

“Anything I can do?” he offered

“Of course not. You have enough to deal with anyways.” you shrugged “By the way, I won’t be able to grab everything right away, so I’ll probably come back for the remaining things. Obviously you can send everything to my flat if you don’t want me to come again” you added, looking for a brief instant back to him

“Look, Y/N, I guess this isn’t the right time to speak with you, but can we maybe plan something for when you’ll be back to Gotham?” Bruce offered, almost pleading with you

“You mean to speak about how we went from “we agree to break up” to “you break up” and finally to “this is just a break”, Bruce?” You paused and turned around to fully watch him this time. 

Bruce moved a hand into his hair. He had no idea how to fix your relationship.

“You broke up. For my answer to the journalist... It was just easier to say that” Bruce tried and you rolled your eyes at him. 

He internally cringed, why wasn’t he able to say the right thing when he was already missing you so dearly?

“Whatever, Bruce.” you finally said

“So yes for a date when you’ll be back?” he insisted

“Whatever, Bruce” you said again which hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

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I OWN YOU- BILL KAULITZ

𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎:

𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠! ,  𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

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Bill smoothed out the material of his pants before he motioned you over. He patted his thigh, silently demanding you to sit on it. You obeyed, walking over to him carefully. By his breathing, stern face & just overall demeanor, you knew he was not happy. You approached him on the couch, taking a seat on his thigh, just as he had non-verbally told you to do so.

His fingers grabbed your chin, tilting your head, forcing you to look at him. "tell me. who was that man that talked to you earlier?" he demanded, his voice strong as his jaw clenched. His grip was tight, his body hovering over yours while he maintained the hardened eye contact, it was evident, that he was asserting his dominance.

You subconsciously cowered lower onto his thigh, hesitant to maintain eye contact with the angered look in his eye. You shook your head, "which man?" you asked softly. His grip tightened, narrowing his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "you know exactly who i'm talking about," he growled.

"the one who made you blush. the one you didn't introduce me to," his voice was cold & menacing, piercing your soul as he spoke through gritted teeth. You choked up, mouth parted slightly before closing it shut again. You welded your lips together, swallowing hesitantly as your mind ran through excuses.

His fingers wrapped themselves around your jaw, pulling your face close as he held it tightly. "answer me. who was that." His tone frightened you, his eyes were dark, jaw tightly clenched while you could practically hear the grinding of his teeth as he spoke. He was angry, incredibly angry.

It didn't take you long into your relationship to discover Bill's true jealousy, his rules & expectations of you. It only took a month for him to reveal his true possessiveness over you, claiming you as his own, his property. You were his & that was final. You belonged to him.

"he's just a man from work, billy," you replied gently, using the nickname in hopes to soften his guard up, your body shivering while your eyes silently pleaded for him to let it go, just once.. but he couldn't.

He raised an eyebrow, his tongue sticking out from the side of his parted lips. "just a man from work, hm?" he replied almost sarcastically. He inched his face closer, "and what do you really do at work?".

     "i-i do my job at work, billy... th-that's all.."

    He scoffed lightly, tightening his grip on your jaw as he pulled you even closer. "do you really think i'm that stupid?" his voice low & threatening. "do you really believe that?"

     You shook your head quickly, shocked at his accusation, "n-no.."

   "no?" he repeated, his tone flat. "well, then perhaps it's time you learned how to tell the truth. i have many interests, my dear, and controlling you is one of them."  You nodded hesitantly, making it clear you understood everything he said.

    "remember, sweetheart," he whispered lowly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.  "i am always watching. and i don't appreciate lies and secrets," his eyes bore into yours once more, a mixture of warning and possession.

     "i-i'm not lying, daddy.. h-he's just a man from work.."

    "tell me. did he touch you inappropriately?" he pulled you closer. you blinked, the heavy stare from his eyes and tight grip making you crumble under pressure. "a- a little," you choked out.

    "and did you like it?" he leaned in, "did you like it?". "did you beg him to touch you there?" he interrogated you threateningly. You swallowed dryly, "n-no, daddy. i swear.."

    "no?" he repeated, a sneer forming on his lips. "then why are your cheeks so flushed? and your breathing so rapid?" he looked at you up & down with a predatory gaze. "i think it's time for a little punishment."

     You noticed the glint in his eye, one that couldn't be hid even if he had tried to do so, "p-punishment..?". "yes, my dear. punishment," his hand let go of your jaw, sliding down to take a hold of your wrist, your jaw now aching as it's been released of his tight grip, "when you lie to me or disobey me, there are consequences."

  you looked down, "i-i know..". He raised an eyebrow, "do you?" he challenged. "because from where i'm standing, it doesn't seem like you've fully understood.. i think a little demonstration is in order."

    He pulled you by your arm, lifting you up from his thigh. "bend over," he ordered. You obeyed, silently turning over as you watched him adjust himself on the couch, bringing his legs closer together to support you as you bent over his legs, your bum high in the air while you rested your head on the leather next to him.

He slipped out the silk ribbon from his pocket, grabbing both of your wrists before binding them behind your back. "naughty girls, get naughty punishments," he scolded you, tugging on the ribbon to test its durability until satisfied.

     His cold hands ran up the backs of your thighs, goosebumps rising all on your skin as he lifted your skirt up, revealing your bum to the cold air. He sighed at the sight of your pretty thong, his hands kneading the flesh. "count," he asserted.

    In a swift motion, his hand lifted up, swinging with force as his hand collided with your bum harshly. You grunted at the impact, squeezing your eyes shut as the hot sting followed after the smack. "one," you counted out loud. You bit your lip, bracing yourself as you awaited the next one. Again, he swung his hand, spanking you much harder than the first. You whimpered, your body jerking forward from the force of his hits, "t-two."

He rubbed the red skin sweetly after each smack, soothing you slightly as his spankings then came to an end. Soon enough, you were teary, small wet streaks down your cheeks, lips softly bitten & swollen. He smacked one last time, a soft whimper coming out of you as he rubbed the burning, red skin, "tw-enty."

"good girl," he purred, gently kneading the flesh. He tugged on your arms, helping you turn over to sit back on his thighs, permitting you to straddle him. He pushed the hair away from your face, allowing you to see him once you lifted your head back up. Your vision was cloudy as tears remained glossy over your eyes, his finger wiping away the tear streaks that had now stained your cheeks.

"that's a good girl," he murmured, wiping the last bit of salty tears. You sniffled, nodding as he praised you even after you had made him upset. He bounced his legs up, trying to pull you out of your dumbed-out trance, "what do we say?" he reminded you, raising a brow.

You moaned softly as he bounced his legs up, your sensitive ass rubbing against the rough material of his pants. God, how you loved the feeling of it. You didn't know what you liked more, the burn of your sensitive ass on him or the fact that you'd be wearing his markings for days.

"thank you, daddy," you replied, meeting his eyes. He chuckled, "you like it, don't you?", he asked, referring to the sensation you guiltily enjoyed. Bill rubbed your thighs teasingly, watching your eyes flutter shut as his fingers grew closer to where you wanted him most.

"you want me to touch you, don't you?" his voice low, almost like a growl. You sighed shakily, "yes, daddy. i-i need you so bad."

"soon.. but first, you must prove that you've learned your lesson," he leaned down to your ear, grazing it as he spoke, "and remember, honesty is crucial."

"i'll be honest!" you cried out, not caring how desperate you seemed, making it painfully obvious how much you truly craved him. He hummed, grasping your arm firmly as he pulled you toward the bed and carelessly shoving you on it, face first. He climbed on, tugging your skirt down your legs to toss it somewhere onto the ground.

"good," he said, breath hot against your ear. "because daddy doesn't like liars," he pushed your panties down, exposing your cunt to him. "it was just a little lie, daddy.." you confessed quietly, slightly muffled as your face was against the mattress, your hands still bound behind you.

"a little lie can have big consequences," he replied sternly, his fingers tracing the outline of your pussy. "and since you didn't tell me the truth at first, your punishment will have to be more severe," he declared, parting your folds to reveal your wet, pink entrance.

You moaned softly as he did so, the cold air meeting your entrance, sending chills over your skin. "do you want daddy to fuck you?" he asked, his thumb gently teasing your clit. "yes, oh god, yes."

"say it properly," he commanded, his thumb circling faster around your sensitive nub, "you want daddy to fuck you?". Your cheeks went scarlet, ears burning up as he forced you to voice your needs. "y-yes daddy, i want you to- fuck me," you choked out, feeling humiliated as you could feel his stare burning into your back.

"good girl," he praised, enjoying how embarrassed you got, "now beg for it." You frustratedly let out a breath, knowing he wasn't going to make this easy on you. Your body burned up as you admitted your desperate desires, "please fuck me, i-i need you so bad. please, billy," you shook your hips out, miserably seeking any form of relief.

"that's better," he spread your cheeks open, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds. "now remember- no more lies," with that, he pushed inside, stretching you out. You groaned, low noises escaping as you felt him continue to push his length into you.

"b-bill!" you mewled, your hands squirming as you tried to push him back once you felt you couldn't take more of him. "shut up," he grumbled. "you wanna act like a slut so i'm going to treat you like one," he sneered, about half way in. You were never able to take all of him, claiming it hurt too much. Bill knew you were capable of taking him entirely but decided to leave it for a special occasion, of course, it had to be now.

"scheiße!" you grunted, your hips squirming as you tried to escape the pain of his cock pushing itself into you, his hands holding your hips down on the mattress to keep you still. You felt him shove the rest of his thick length into you, your walls unbelievably tight around him as his 9" were now fully buried in you.

Your mind became hazy, never having felt him so deep in you, you swore you could feel him in your throat. His chest laid flat against your back, his body weight oddly comforting as he began thrusting. "oh god," he grunted through gritted teeth, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, his gaze locked on your hole.

"you're such a slut," he murmured, rotating his hips. He lifted himself off of you, just enough for him to hold himself up before starting off at a ruthless pace. Your ass slapped against his hips, the sounds becoming louder as his thrusts grew harder. You cried out, shoving your face into the mattress as he drilled himself deep into you.

    Your hands squirmed around as you searched for something to stabilize yourself on as your wrists remained bound behind your back. He groaned lowly, tugging on your hair as he pulled your head back with force. You struggled to moan, let alone let out a single noise as his tip brushed past your favorite spot.

     Your belly flat was pressed flat against the mattress, your body putting enough pressure on it so each time his cock would delve in just deep enough, you can feel its bulge from your tummy and onto the foam. His breath was hot against your ear as he managed to speak through the pleasure, "you like how your daddy fucks you?" he sped up.

    Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape yet unable to speak through his rough thrusts. He smacked your ass hard, leaving you dumb, "answer me, honey." You cried out, "y-yes! i-i do!". He sighed lowly, "god. you really need to be put in your place, don't you?".

    The bed creaked as he thrusted harder, the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass becoming louder. Deep groans came from Bill as you clenched hard around him, his painfully large cock abusing your hole. You gasped, rotating your hips as you felt your orgasm approaching. You pushed your hips back, attempting to fuck yourself more on him before he held your hips down once more.

    "don't you even think about cumming," he threatened through gritted teeth. "bad girls don't get what they want. good girls do," he lectured, his voice breaking every few words. You whined, "p-please! please daddy!" you begged. He slapped your ass hard, "shut up. i said no." 

     He moaned loudly, his cock twitching as you knew he was close. You bit your lip harshly, your nails digging into the palm of your hands as you desperately tried holding back your orgasm. "this pussy is all mine, fuck!" he cursed. He shoved his cock all the way in, holding himself there as you felt his warm cum fill you.

    Small whimpers left your mouth at the sensation of being filled. You sighed in frustration, expecting him to pull out & leave you in your own misery but he took you by surprise when he suddenly gripped your hips, pulling them up until your ass was in the air. "you're fucking lucky that i love you," he panted angrily, creating a pace.

    His hand pressed down on your back, making sure your ass was buried into the mattress as he fucked you hard from behind. He slapped your ass, drilling himself into you. You gasped loudly, nearly choking on air as his fingers dug into your flesh, surely going to create marks.

   He pulled at your hair, yanking your head back enough for his lips to meet your ear. "i shouldn't even be fucking you to begin with. you're so greedy. i give you everything," he growled. "will that man ever fuck you like this? will he ever made you dumb like this?"

    You shook your head no, unable to speak. "god, fuck!" you shrieked, feeling him go even harder. His chest was flat against your back, pulling your hips to meet his in the middle to make his fucking even more brutal.

"i own you, do you understand?" he spoke through gritted teeth, the grip on your hair becoming painful.

   "yes! yes! i-i understand, daddy, please- let me cum!" you shouted, your abdomen becoming tighter as your orgasm started running up. He took a hold of your neck, squeezing it, the oxygen slowly slipping from you as he groaned into your ear as his thrusts faltered, "cum." With that, your thighs shook, your high-pitched moans muffled into the mattress as you cummed hard.

   Your walls clenched around him, emitting a loud groan from him as his thick ropes of cum coated you from inside. Strings of degrading names were mumbled from his lips as he slowed down, his hands still pushing your hips down to fuck you onto his cock. "mein gott," he murmured darkly, holding his entire length deep into you, " i'ma make you mine forever."

    His cock continued to twitch inside, your wet walls causing him to shudder. He withdrew himself, his eyes glued to your guys' cum dripping out of your cunt. You whimpered lightly, the feeling never being something that you could get used to. He swiped two fingers between your folds, you winced as they prodded against your clit as he collected the ecstasy.

    He brought it up to your mouth, "open," he demanded. You complied, wrapping your lips around his calloused fingers, sucking off every bit of juice. He undid the knot that held your wrists together, your arms shakily coming back to your sides, your hands aching from being restrained. You let your body fall against the mattress, panting as Bill rolled over, fetching a cigarette.

    You stared at him, admiring every feature of his. You glanced around the room, taking in the beautiful room in front of you. Everything you had was because of Bill, because of his money, his power. Guilt bubbled inside of you as you remembered your acts from before. You weren't exactly sure why you even did it, but you were thankful enough to not let the man touch you any further.

    Your throat became dry as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. Slowly, you crawled closer to him, pressing your naked body flush against his as you buried your face into his neck, clinging onto him for dear life. "i'm sorry," you cried quietly, your tears wetting his neck. "i.." you forced yourself to spit the words out. "i did tell the man to touch me.." you admitted, ears burning with shame & humiliation. Bill sighed, taking a drag of his lit cigarette.

   "i know, honey," he replied, still almost coldly. "but i've already got him well taken care of," he blew out the smoke. You retracted from his neck, your cheeks wet with tears & eyes red, "w-what?", you asked weakly. He caressed your cheek, a soft wicked smile on his lips, "i told you.. nobody touches what's mine."

[woncon]

☼ wake up !

or four ficlets about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

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☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two," hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

One Piece, fandom, can someone explain to me the appeal of Shanks? At least to me, he comes off as the drunk guy on the beach who wasn't lying when he said he knew karate. Not to mention that I've seen some discussions that the Red Force probably smells like a frat house in the worst possible way, and the only person who knows where anything on that ship is is probably Beckman because he's the only responsible person on that boat. Let's be honest. They're probably right. Plus, I've read the nicknames and funny tags. At least someone thinks he's a walking STD risk, which I'm also pretty sure is true. He's definitely a total fuckboy, and apparently some people are into that. At least one person said they'd volunteer to be his baby mama. But I still don't understand the appeal. Now, onto the most significant issue do we have confirmation he bathes? Because I would be worried he might be pulling a Zoro. If he is pulling a Zoro, I'm just going to pray that Beckman can throw him in the bathtub or at least overboard because it's probably the closest thing he's going to get to a shower. Unless he's blackmailing him with embarrassing stories, he's threatening to tell Mihawk about it if he doesn't bathe. I could definitely see that as a possibility. If not, if you're his partner, you might have to do that unless you don't have a sense of smell, which I still think would be a requirement to live on that ship with Shanks. Because in between the smell of unwashed pirate booze and cigarette smoke, that sounds like torture. Hopefully, someone understands why. I just don't know why so many people find Shanks attractive. There are so many factors. Maybe as a one-night stand, he would be possibly worth it, but I'm not living on that ship

Defend Your Blurbo #12

Please remember this post is about curiosity and genuine fandom discourse. Be kind with your answers because this is not a debate essay, this is a discussion between fans.

Well, for everyone who doesn't know, this is Red Hair Shanks, The Captain of the Red Hair Pirates. They mentioned Beckman a lot. That's his first mate

And they are correct about the nickname in funny tags posts and what people said I double-checked. Here's the link

Have fun with this! One-piece fandom is not so much asking. Is he attractive? It's more. Can you live with this man and his crew in his floating frat house? So One Piece Fandom Defend your Blorbo

[kaleldobrev]

Knew You Would Come Around

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael's happy you've finally come around

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nudity (but no smut), Y/N is the best actress ever, Michael being absolutely delusional, Sad!Reader

Authors Note: Set in the same universe as Once Mine | Please read Once Mine before reading this one | Some non-con elements but nothing graphic (very G Rated in description) | Y/N deserves an Oscar for her performance | Y/N misses Dean :( | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been weeks since you’ve been trapped in this penthouse, weeks without any kind of contact from the outside world besides room service, the occasional monster that Michael had invited in, and Michael himself. Michael, the archangel who was currently using the love of your life as his meat suit. The same man who refused to believe that you weren’t this other version of you. There was a part of him though, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, that may have been slightly delusional due to the grief that he had faced when his world version of you was killed. A version of you that he loved more than anyone or anything. A version of you that he absolutely refused to let go of.

You tried for weeks resisting him. Resisting any ounce of change that he had tried to make. He wanted you to be the version of you that he had fallen in love with, not who you truly were. Dean loved this version of you, but Michael didn’t. And in order to survive, you played along. Played along with his delusions of you being his one true love. Pretending to actually care when he talked about certain subjects. Pretending to enjoy when he would kiss you. Pretending to enjoy him holding you in the middle of the night while lying in bed together. This was the only way, you had thought to yourself.

Your mind was racing as you watched television, as there was really nothing for you to do while Michael was away. There was relief whenever he had left for the day, but at the same time, you had found yourself sometimes feeling a strange sense of loss whenever he did leave; and you weren’t quite sure why. This man had taken over Dean, the one man you had loved more than anyone or anything — your soulmate, and Michael ripped him away from you, and you despised him for it.

But the more you thought about it, the more your mind had started to wander. Maybe you had found it relatively easy to pretend because it was technically still Dean on the surface? Maybe that strange sense of loss that you felt when Michael had left is because it felt like Dean was being ripped away from you all over again? Then again, maybe you were just starting to become delusional like Michael.

When the door opened, you were instantly snapped out of your thoughts. Show time, you thought. “Hey Mike, how was your day?” You asked him, trying to give him that sing-song like tone he had preferred compared to your actual voice.

“Rough, but making progress,” he stated, closing the door behind him. You turned around from your position on the couch to look over at him, where he was currently hanging up his 1920s style jacket on the coatrack. Progress? What type of progress? You wanted to ask. But you knew better than to ask.

"Well, that's wonderful that you're making progress," you said, getting up from your spot on the couch to stand in front of him. "But, I'm sorry you had a rough day," you continued, as you started to untie his tie, making sure you kept the right amount of eye contact.

"Thankful I'm finally home with my girl," he stated, giving you a slight smile as he watched you carefully removing his tie from around his neck. You almost stopped removing his tie, as the nickname he had just given you had thrown you off, as My Girl was one of Dean's go-to nicknames for you.

Forcing a smile, you finished removing his tie. "Happy to have you home," you lied. His hand moved to cup your cheek, admiring the delicate features of your face. Despite you not being his original Y/N, you were good enough for him in moments like these, moments where he needed comfort.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, before leaning in and kissing the top of your head. Strangely, you felt yourself slightly melt into the kiss, as it was a feeling that you had missed. Top of the head kisses and forehead kisses were ones that you had cherished the most from Dean. Despite it not actually being from him, you pretended it was; and pretending helped.

You found yourself on the couch again, watching some cooking show on FoodNetwork, mentally writing down recipes that you knew Dean would have liked. Recipes you’d probably never get the chance to make for him “Y/N!” Michael called; his voice making any previous thoughts you had disappear.

“Yes Mike?” You yelled back, muting the television as you did so.

“Come join me,” he said. His voice wasn’t demanding in nature, but you knew he wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Be right there!” You replied back.

Walking into the bathroom, the glass shower was steamed up just enough that Michael's figure almost looked like he was some kind of blur, almost dream sequence like. And for a brief moment, you felt some sort of bliss; as if you were in fact in a dream, a dream where you had walked in on Dean in the shower — something that you had done so many times before. But that brief moment of bliss was fanned out the second the Archangel spoke. "Come on in Sweetheart," he said, opening up the glass door for you. Sweetheart, yet another nickname that you had once loved now made your skin crawl.

Removing your clothes quickly, they fell onto the floor into a pool of fabric. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the shower and closed the door behind you. Upon entering, Michael's back was facing you, his face toward the showerhead. You found your fingers reaching toward his back, wanting to trace little circles — something that you were so used to doing to Dean when you were either in the shower or lying in bed.

But as you were half-way to his back, he started to turn, and you retracted your fingers; looking up at him almost with a sorrowful look on your face. "Glad you could join me," he said, giving you a small smile. You tried your best to give a similar smile back, but you found it hard to, and you knew he could sense the struggle. "Turn around, I'll get your back," he said, trying to break the uneasiness between the two of you.

"Okay," you replied, slightly nodding. Turning around, you felt more vulnerable than ever, hating this current feeling. You felt your eyes close in anticipation at the touch of him. A moment later, you felt a washcloth start running along your spine, just stopping above your ass before it came back up and went from your left to your right shoulder blade.

"You're very tense," he whispered in your ear. He kissed your temple, and again, you found yourself slightly melting into it, again finding yourself reminiscing about all the times Dean had kissed your temple in order to comfort you. "Want me to help you?" He asked. "I know you like massages."

"But you're the one that's had the rough day, not me," you said, your voice sounding a little timid. But he seemed to ignore your comments; placing the washcloth on the small built-in shelf before he started using his thumbs to make circles on your back.

You wanted to resist the nice feeling, but you couldn't. It felt nice having his hands rubbing your back, finding those exact pressure points that Dean knew all too well. “I know this has been difficult for you,” Michael said after a few moments of silence between the two of you; leaning down and kissing your shoulder. Understatement, you thought. “But you’ve been really receptive of me lately,” he said, almost as if he was giving you a pat on the back. “Which is very much appreciated. I’m glad you can finally see things my way.” Again, he kissed your shoulder, but this time you felt your body slightly shudder at his touch, hoping that he didn't notice this reaction.

“Of course,” you began, “like you said, this is very much a win-win for the both of us,” you said, forcing a slight smile on your lips. You turned around to face him, and you cupped his cheek, slightly rubbing it with your thumb. God I miss you, you thought. The feeling of the stubble on your fingertips making you strangely sentimental.

“I love you,” Michael admitted, and you felt as if your heart was about to stop. You weren’t in love with him, there was no chance you could ever be; not after everything he had done. He was simply a monster disguised as your soulmate and nothing more. But you had to keep up the pretending, keep on acting in order to survive.

“I love you too,” you said, and you felt like you had wanted to throw up.

“Told you you’d come around,” he almost whispered, a small smirk on his lips. A moment later he leaned in, crashing his lips into yours.

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[gaysindistress]

Связи (n.) connections - one

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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Taglist: @unaxv @identity2212

Dreykov. 

The only man who has ever gotten close to destroying my family. 

Ironic considering that he was the Sovietnik to my father but that was before he took it upon himself to ensure that my sisters and I wouldn’t be able to secure a familial line for the Shostakov Bratva. 

He believed that only blood could produce blood. In other words, since we were all adopted, we did not have true Shostakov blood and could not carry on the Shostakov bloodline. My father did away with that outdated rule the moment Natasha came into his life but Dreykov refused to let it go. 

Frankly I don’t remember anything from that night aside from a needle stabbing me in the neck and waking up in a hospital room. My father held my mother as she sobbed over the three of us all laying perfectly still in our beds. From what Alexei told me, I’m grateful I don’t remember being given an involuntary hysterectomy. If he hadn't already, I would’ve hunted Dreykov down myself and killed him for what he did to us. 

Shortly after the three of us were discharged, Alexei sent us along with our mother, Melina, to live in Russia. He claimed it was safer that way but I could see the doubt in his eyes as he lied through his teeth. I think we made it two months before there was an attack. A trio of masked men broke in at night and had grabbed Yelena and I before my father’s men got there. The one that grabbed me was shot as he carried me through the foyer but another quickly grabbed me and yet again I was drugged. I remember the muffled screams of Yelena as the third dragged her away from the banister but then nothing. 

I woke up in a small cabin filled to the brim with jars and bottles of various things. Some looked like herbs while others looked like body parts. The woman who was puttering around in the kitchen turned at the sound of me moving and I swore under my breath. Before me was the woman who ran the orphanage I’d lived in for 7 years before my parents adopted me. 

She explained that Natasha had arranged for me to live with her until I was of age. “For your own sake,” she’d said and I knew once again I was being lied to by the people I’d trusted the most. 

After I turned 17, I found the first US embassy I could and demanded they give me refuge. I made up some story but they all knew I was lying. Even though Alexei may not have been my birth father, I was always told I was a spitting image of him. Whether or not it was the looks or the personality, I’ll never know but the embassy staff immediately jumped on the chance to bring back Oksana Alexeyevna Shostakova-Vostokova. 

As I was loaded onto the plane, I asked that they call me Y/N instead. Oksana felt too close to home and I wanted…no needed a fresh start. Y/N had been a nickname Melina gave me and even though I might never see her again, I would always have her near with y/n. 

I was all but dropped in NYC with some falsified documents and $5,000 in cash as well as a promise to assist the government in any way I could. The military reached out to me while the FBI pounded on my door. NYPD cops tailed me everywhere and after 3 months of a shit waitressing job, I took up their offer. Within a matter of a few months, I was working as a personal assistant to the police captain of the 99th precinct. 

When I turned 21, I was sent to the academy and came back as a fully fledged police officer.   Thanks to the falsified documents, everyone knows me as Y/N Polastri and I’ve been able to forget about my life as Oksana Shostakova-Vostokova. My captain, Tony Stark, is aware of my past but only because I had called him one night when I first started, scared shitless because I thought I was being followed. I ended up spilling everything to him and begged him to keep it a secret. He, of course, honored that and from there, we grew closer. His husband, Steve, jokes that I’m the daughter they couldn’t have and even had us take family pictures together. At first Tony said it was ridiculous but he can’t say no to his husband and now his office is covered in various family portraits of us. 

Not a day goes by where I don’t think of my sisters or even my parents but I’ve tried looking for them. The only thing I’ve been able to find is an old Russian news article that claims several unnamed Shostakov Bratva members died in a house fire the night I was kidnapped. Aside from that, nothing. 

My father, however, hasn’t shied from the limelight. His name is plastered on every police board imaginable as one of the most wanted men in America. Tony does what he can to limit it at our precinct but it would draw attention if he completely got rid of any trace of Alexei. It wasn’t until two FBI agents, SSA Wanda Maximoff and SA Carol Danvers requested our help that I realized how much trouble he’s gotten into. 

SSA maximoff laid out her impressive file on him, spreading the papers across the entire conference table as she explained how he’s the largest arms dealer on the East Coast. 

“We’ve been able to connect him to not only the Barnes Bratva but also to the Widows,” she’d said while still admiring her work. 

I decided then to keep myself busy and do what I could to stay clear of the feds. 

I’d failed my own mission miserably but how is a person expected to avoid two people that have made it their mission to find me? A part of me wondered if they knew who I was but it became clear that they didn’t when SA Danvers began flirting with me. It was subtle at first, small smiles and touches which led to brief conversations and daily compliments. She reminded me of Morgan from Criminals Minds with special attention she paid me. It took maybe three months for her to wear me down enough that I finally said yes when she asked me out. 

Tony only ever asked once if I planned on telling Carol about my family and the answer was a resounding “no. They’re dead to me.”

My plan to move on and forget worked well for years. I was able to live the way I only thought possible in dreams. 

That is until I see a red envelope sitting on my desk. Everything around me starts to move in slow motion as I stare at the offending object so casually sitting among my things. The usually loud precinct drowns out to nothingness and the officers mill around become blurred streaks of blue. 

I approach my desk with caution and inspect the letter as much as I can without touching it. I already know who it’s from, I don’t need to look at the black wax seal or the symbol stamped into it. Taking a seat, I pick up the letter and hold it in my lap. The implications of it are swirling around my head. 

He knows. 

He knows who I’ve become, where I am, and I have no idea for how long. 

The letter feels disgusting and heavy in my hands. I have no idea what the contents are and I’m half tempted to throw it away without a second thought but I can’t. Not when he knows my cover and I need to know why. 

I peel it open and pull out the black invitation neatly tucked inside. It’s entirely in Russian and I struggle at first after choosing to never use my native tongue but one sentence is clear. 

“The Shostakov family regretfully announces the death of their daughter, Natasha Shostakova-Vostokova.”

The death of their daughter, Natasha Shostakova-Vostokova.

Death. 

Natasha. 

Natasha is dead. 

My sister is dead. 

And this is how my piece of shit father decides to tell me? 

A fucking letter on my work desk in the middle of a busy precinct after years of no contact? 

I keep reading. 

The next line is a date, time, and address. Her funeral is going to be held at the family’s estate three days from now on Friday. 

I wrinkle my nose, hoping to push away the tears that burn my eyes.

She’s gone. 

Nat is gone and the last thing I ever said to her was “fuck off”. Well it was the last thing I screamed at her the night Yelena and I were kidnapped. We’d gotten into a fight about stealing socks and being the rage filled kid I was, I screamed at her to leave me alone. When she didn’t, I screamed at her to “fuck off” and she did. I never raised my voice or cursed at her so I knew it would get her attention and it worked. I half expected her to knock on my door later to make up but there was only the sound of raining gunfire and Yelena’s screams. 

A light knock on my desk jolts me back to reality and I frantically look around before seeing Tony peering down at me. 

“You okay?” He murmurs, throwing a glance to the letter in my lap. I look between it and him before offering it up. 

He makes quick work of reading it and sharply inhales as he hands it back. 

“Go home,” he tells me, “pack a bag and go home to the cabin. I’ll have Steve meet you there, okay?”

I stare up at the man I’ve come to love as a father and consider his offer of safety. 

“No.”

He furrows his brows at me, “no?”

“No,” I say again, “I can’t leave. If he was able to send this to me, he’ll know about the cabin and have men waiting there. Besides, it'll look suspicious.”

Tony crosses his arms, “to who?”

I throw a loom to the redhead fed who’s walking in, “use your brain, captain.”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s not smart enough to figure it out. News will spread fast and I don’t want to connect the dots for her.”

He rolls his eyes and lets out a loud sigh, “Jesus Christ, Y/N. You need to stop being so paranoid.”

Carol drops herself onto my desk and saves me from having to listen to any more of his lectures about my paranoia.

“Everything okay over here?” She asks as she takes a sip of her coffee and hands me one too. 

“Just peachy,” Tony snarks and sends me a pointed look before walking away. He’s never really liked her but it’s gotten worse since we started dating. He claimed it was because he didn’t approve of office romances even though his own marriage had been the result of one. 

“What’s his problem?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I lie and shove the letter into my bag. She makes a move to grab the envelope but I’m faster. 

She goes to ask another question, presumably about my jumpy attitude but I cut her off with a quick peck and tell her that I have a lot of work to do. She looks upset with me telling her to get lost although in a nicer way but leaves nonetheless. I want to feel bad, I do, I really do but I don’t. Nat is weighing too heavily on my mind to care if I’ve upset anyone, let alone Carol. 

Nat consumes my every thought. She becomes all that I can think about as I mindlessly finish paperwork and reports.

All that occupies my mind is nat. 

Nat. 

Nat. 

Nat. 

Nat. 

Nat. 

I should’ve known better than to show up to a Shostakov event in black. My father’s signature color is red and my eyes are burning from the way the color drips from every inch of his house. The flowers, the banners, the signs, even the gravel are all the same shade of vibrant red. It reminds me of a crayon with how bright and primary it is. 

The guests are all dressed in various styles of the same primary red but I’m the only one dressed in only black. I know I stick out for the moment but as soon as I step inside, I’ll blend into the surroundings. Even out of practice, I still remember how to merge into a crowd with ease. 

As I walk up the polished steps of my father’s home, I search for any familiar faces amongst the crowd but I see no one. For a brief second, I think I spot Yelena’s blonde hair but it’s gone when I look again. A man dressed in a simple black suit with a rose pinned to his lapel appears at my side, asking to take my coat. I nearly jump from his unexpected closeness but smile and hand it to him. He’s wearing an uncanny smile and it sends a shiver down my spine as he clutches my coat to his chest. I make a mental note to “forget” it when I leave out of concern he might do something to it. 

A loud call sounds before me and my eyes dart to the origins. The person who made the noise can’t be seen but I know who it is thanks to his booming voice. 

“Welcome,” my father’s voice ricochets off the barren walls, “my wife and I want to thank all of you for coming to celebrate the life of our daughter Natasha. Her death is a great tragedy for our family but we are Shostakovs! We are strong and resilient! We will avenge her and make her proud as she watches over us!”

Men cheer while women wipe their eyes and nod in agreement around me. My eyes threaten to roll right out of their sockets at their performative sadness. Russians aren’t known for their sensitivity and Bratvas are even worse. When Dreykov was murdered, albeit by my father’s hand, no one mourned. His daughter was whisked away to live with her mother in England but other than that, the world continued as it had before. 

My father has one thick arm wrapped around a dark haired woman and the other around a younger blonde. I squint to make out their families and I gasp when I recognize them as my mother and sister. Melina looks almost exactly as she had all those years ago and Yelena…. She looks like a completely different person. Granted it’s been almost a decade since I last saw her but there’s a fundamental change in her that I can’t describe. 

Her sharp eyes seem to find mine and they narrow before moving to survey the rest of the crowd. A hand brushes against my back and I snap my head to the side, getting ready to curse at whoever touched me. 

The hand shifts to my hip and pulls me subtly into their side but they don’t bother to look at me. Instead they lean down and a chilling air caresses me as I recognize their baritone voice. 

“Welcome home, Oksana.”

So much for going unnoticed.

[akutasoda]

Hello something similar to the jouno ask you got except with Chuuya. Like the reader is legitimately Dazai just in a different font, like reader also used to be referred to as the angel prodigy or some shit. Anyways reader is in the helicopter with Chuuya while he rescues them and its just "why the fuck are you here? And how come you were able to help whilst saving us??" *insert that song that just goes thank you to my man* anywaysss the reader just goes on to explain how her and Chuuya have been dating for like over two years. Props if you make reader and Dazai besties that constantly play flirt and people always think they're together

a fortuitous helper

synopsis - maybe it was not the best way to introduce your spouse while on the run

includes - dazai, kunikida, yosano, ranpo ft chuuya x reader

warnings - gn!reader, reader is an agency member, reader is the partner of chuuya, slight crack/angst, fluff?, mention of murder, wc - 816

a/n: hello!!! :) i also got a bit carried away with this one haha - anon is referencing this post

you had always dreamed of holding such an important job at somewhere at the detective agency. and so as soon as you could, you applied to join and got in with zero issues. not even in your entrance exam. afterall you had built yourself the reputation in various positions prior and you even earned a nickname - 'the divine prodigy'. from your understanding it was meant to mock the one they called the 'demon prodigy' as you always seemed to foil most of their plans despite never finding eachothers identity.

although in this job you wanted to start anew, sure you would still hold your title as it was of great meaning, but you wanted less pressure that came with it. you naturally got along with fellow coworkers, but you seemed to gel with dazai the most - much to kunikida's dismay. there seemed to be a natural connection between you two, afterall you both were quite similar and very quickly he became a very close friend.

you two could often be found jokingly flirting with another or teasing coworkers or eachother, so much so that the entire agency was very confused on your status with dazai - minus ranpo. but apart from that you had always got along with others in the agency aswell. however there was someone that you got along with much more, chuuya. you ahd met him by pure coincidence when out in public and seemed to hit it off immediately. then you started meeting on purpose, and eventually making it official.

chuuya had never wanted to tell you the true nature of his job and somehow throughout all of your relationship neither of you knew what the other did. rather shamefully lying about it instead, you both knew it was wrong but you didn't want to ruin what you had already - not that it would. and that's how it carried on, one year turning to two and so on.

it was an unfortunate twist of fate for the agency. it was cruel, but currently there was nothing to do at this point apart from try and make it out alive. which was seemingly less and less likely, was there even an escape form the hunting dogs? most of you were injured already and they seemed dead set on actually killing yosano, but all of you were powerless to help. that was until you heard a voice you never thought to hear in a situation like this.

looking up you managed to lock eyes with chuuya. guess secrets out. chuuya was quite stunned to see you so he had let his concerns slip unintentionally spilling an obvious relationship between you two to your co-workers who glance at the two of you in confusion. you felt as if you owed them an explanation after everything. however you did feel quite proud of your man.

osamu dazai ★↷

and again, dazai had heard later on due to his situation. and his initial reaction was one of distaste, how could someone as great as you end up with that slug. but in all fairness maybe eventually he could admit that you two did seem perfect. dazai found it very comical about the whole situation, you not actually knowing who chuuya was to the fact he had saved you. after the whole ordeal blows off, he does send slight threats to chuuya about breaking your heart. also found it very ironic that the 'divine prodigy' was dating a mafia member.

doppo kunikida ★↷

kunikida's first reaction in honesty was anger. why were you associated let alone dating a sworn enemy! but that was quickly overlooked, he had saved you all. that doesn't mean he won't let it go and won't question you to oblivion later. but he does wish maybe you could've told them something, sure it's not anyone's place to pry in your private life but something like this seems to atleast warrant some answers.

akiko yosano ★↷

admittedly, yosano was in quite a daze after everything happening so fast and yet she still didn't care who you were dating. maybe it could've not been a mafia member, but if he made you happy then that's what mattered. she did appreciate that he had saved them, and would be willing to overlook any mafia issues this one time. although she does think it was a bit dumb that you two never tild eachother your true jobs.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

let's be honest again, he would know around the couple of year mark with chuuya. how? you'd rather not know. but admittedly that did give him some confidence in knowing that the mafia would be more willing to help, atleast chuuya despite not actually knowing eachothers true job. just found it very ironic and quite funny that you both were complete opposites but worked so well together. who would've guessed the 'divine prodigy' would end up with such a high ranking mafia member.

[nessihow]

Heartbeat (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Prologue.

Jessica befriended Wade looking for new emotions, looking for something to break her out of her receptionist routine and make her feel alive again. What she did not expect was to find a man who would completely unsettle her. Not even to discover that the feelings of her closest friend were much stronger than a friendship.

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Wade was looking forward to seeing her, it had been a long time since he had last been with her. They had been friends for almost a year. . Since then, they got together from time to time to watch a movie, get drunk, have sex...

Jessica was not doing very well at work, you know that kind of office where the boss is a bastard? Yeah, she worked in that kind of company. There was never much money, she couldn't afford a decent career. But by making eyes she had landed a job as an administrative clerk, or as they called her to make her feel bad, the receptionist. 

He didn't like his job, he didn't like his city, he didn't like his life, for years he had wanted to disappear from that reality.Until she met Wade Wilson.She met Wade after he broke up with Vanessa, from the first day he found in Jessica a shoulder to cry on and a faithful companion.

It was completely obvious that at first Wade just wanted to sleep with her. Jessica had tried to resist at first, her willpower didn't hold out for long. One night, he drunkenly promised her that he was going to make it work, swore to her that he loved her and would devote his life to her if he had to. Jessica's heart was squeezed, but not with tenderness, but with pain, knowing that all this was false. The next day, Wade was not so drunk, and all his promises were gone that morning when he called Vanessa crying because he missed her. There were things that didn't work, they had both understood that. But neither was willing to give up the presence of the other. It had become daily, it had become necessary. In the end, instead of lovers, they had become friends. Wade had been gone for a few weeks, and when he returned, he didn't hesitate to plan a movie night with his favourite buddy. Only this sleepover was going to be a little different from the others. "Who are you?" said a man much older than Wade and much better looking than him, as he opened the door for him."AL! JESSY HAS ARRIVED. Come in, honey," Wade said as he opened the door wide and hugged her warmly. "It's been forever, where have you been, Wilson?" Jessica smiled as she walked away from him. "Saving the world so that beautiful things like you can continue to exist," the girl rolled her eyes when she heard her friend's compliments. He was a flattering bastard.

"Who is your friend?" The man was still at the entrance of the house, he had closed the door and was leaning against it with his arms crossed and raising an eyebrow at the whole scene. The girl scanned the guy from top to bottom, drinking in that bad boy pose that he imposed on her so much."GOD, IT'S TRUE, I was so looking forward to introducing him to you," Wade put his hands to his head, as if he had ruined a birthday party. "Remember that man with the animal complex I told you I fought with a few years ago?" the woman wrinkled her face as she felt the mutant's saliva on her face, he was talking so excited that he was spitting non-stop. "Spiderman?" she asked, very confused."NO! WITH MUCH MORE TESTOSTERONE. Just look at that hairstyle, he's a wolf, he's a dirty dog," at this last nickname, the man at the door stood up, uncrossing his arms and clenching his fists, ready to kill the loud-mouthed mercenary at any moment. " IT'S WOLVERINE" he extended his arms as he pointed at him, the man exhaled through his nose. His nostrils flaring as he frowned. "Wolverine? I don't know, I'm sure I've seen him on TV, but I don't know..." the woman wasn't lying, she couldn't really say she knew him. 

"Ignore this asshole, Bub, the name is Logan."

 "Nice to meet you, I guess, I'm Jessica, I'm a friend of Wade's." he approached her and the girl looked up to meet his eyes, but stood still and uncomfortably pondering whether she should shake his hand, or give him two kisses, or a polite hug....

"She's my fuck buddy" the younger man said, completely sure of himself as he nodded his head.

"Oh my god, that's completely untrue!" she exclaimed, not expecting such barbarity from him. Well, if she imagined it, it was something Wade would say. She just wasn't used to those moments yet.

"He's still in the denial stage, just like you, you'll both go down eventually." he pointed at them both making pistol signs with his fingers before hearing a beep and running off to the kitchen. Probably the popcorn.

"Why do you put up with this character, why would you willingly hang out with him?" Logan had plopped down on one of the couches, stretching his legs out and leaving a small space in the corner for her to sit, all gentlemanly. She was lucky that Wade's couch was huge, and that man wasn't very tall either. 

"Maybe I'm looking for the abnormal brother I never had" She leaned back against the back of the couch in that cramped spot her companion had given her.

 "What about you? If according to Wade, you're some kind of superhero, what are you doing here with him?" the brunette asked genuinely.

The sound of Logan's laughter flooded the room, the girl didn't quite understand his reaction, but shuddered as she heard his chest rumble. It was husky, it was hard, it was fucking sexy. "Kid, I'm absolutely everything but a superhero, but hey, I guess between living with him and living badly waiting for my death. I chose the hard option."  It sounded like he was talking about something really serious, but he wanted to take the heat off the matter.

"I'd choose dying over living completely with him, if I'm being honest."  It was of course a lie, she loved Wade like a brother, and he made her life so much more exciting.

"He's not that bad, sometimes he steals pizzas from the shop downstairs." Jessica smiled at her friend's confession of crimes, it wasn't the first time they had eaten free fast food.

After laughing at the situation, there was an awkward silence in the room. What the fuck was Wade doing with the popcorn? The answer came quickly when a burning smell came through the doorway connecting to the kitchen, they wrinkled their noses at the smoke. It would take even longer to make others, and Logan was still silent, unwilling or unable to say anything. An introvert's fight? Not really, neither of them were shy, but when they opened their mouths to say something, the words wouldn't come out, and they would close them again, grimacing with their lips. In one of these attempts their gazes connected, the girl saw how the man scratched behind his ear, and decided she had to break the silence before the silence broke her and started reciting biblical passages.

"So... How did you meet Wade?" she asked, changing the position she was sitting in on the couch. Her whole body itched strangely, it could be nerves, but it could also be the dirty couch.

"I met him at a gay bar." at that very moment, Wade walked in with a giant bowl of popcorn in his hands. Logan swung his legs off the couch to make room for the mercenary, but he whined quickly, like a child.

"Yeah, you're crazy if you think I'm going to give you the comfy spot on the couch, I'm sitting next to the armrest, I want to rest my head there. "The older man decided not to fight him and give him the spot, now he was next to her, and she could feel even more the smell of cigarettes permeating her, well, it was something much stronger than cigarettes, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. 

"This fucker came into my dimension, manipulated me and made me help him save this reality" Logan popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"What do you mean your dimension?" Jessica furrowed her eyebrows, Wade had told her mind-blowing things in all that time and even more to the point, he had shown them to her. On one occasion she had even visualized him breaking the laws of physics and other sciences when confronted by mercenaries who were out to kill him.

"Yeah, you remember everything I told you about Cable? Well apparently it's not only possible to time travel, you can also travel between universes. BUT THAT'S NOT THE IMPORTANT THING, THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT I DIDN'T LIE, I MADE UP REALITY." She sighed heavily, assimilating a little badly everything they were telling her. Would there be another version of her that was living a better life? Could she undo all her mistakes and go live in another reality? What had pushed Logan to leave his reality and live in this one? What had happened to the Logan of that dimension? His eyes remained fixed on the television, still unlit. And something in his memory clicked.

-WAIT, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE," the woman shouted, suddenly standing up and startling the two men who were arguing over a Honda Odyssey. - YOU WERE IN THE X-MEN, THE GUY WITH THE CLAWS, I SAW YOU IN ACTION WHEN I WAS LITTLE. - after her outburst, she felt as if she had remembered something essential on an exam.

Like when you're thinking all day about the name of a song, and it comes to mind just before you go to sleep.

Although Jessica was expected to be happy, Logan clenched his jaw and looked away. He didn't like being associated with the Wolverine from that dimension, when Laura confronted him at camp, he was annoyed by it. It seemed everyone expected him to be a person he wasn't in reality.

"Well, that one you saw on TV is dead, but here our friend is just as cool as he is." Wade was conveying a kinder tone, he already knew how his partner felt about the comparison, he was trying to calm the waters before Logan responded rudely and Jessica freaked out.

"I... sorry, I know you’re not him, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

Now the atmosphere was uncomfortable again, Logan looked at her and told her not to worry

But instead of taking his eyes away from her, he spent a few minutes examining her features. She seemed really sorry, as if she really cared about hurting her. Not something that Logan was used to, most of the people he dealt with in his previous dimension were insulting and booing him. Wade and the other mutants also seemed to use him as a weapon rather than a person.

But Jessica stood there with those green eyes and while she gave her a look of pity made Logan feel after half his life that someone really respected him. 

"Do you want to watch the movie with us? Otherwise I’m not gonna put up with Wade making jokes about actors."

She spoke with her renewed enthusiasm, the younger man thought it was an apology rather than a proposal. To look good.

But the older mutant, blinded by the sympathy he had longed for centuries, nodded without thinking.

"I don’t have anything better to do either, but we’re not watching a drama."

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Ezio

You hated the way the Borgias ruled Rome, and you openly protested against it. It put you in their crosshairs, and you regularly crossed swords with the soldiers. 

You were one of the masters, but you kept your sword plain because your friends didn't want to get into trouble with the government because of you. 

Most of the time you could handle the soldiers on your own, but today you were not so lucky. You ran into some larger patrol that already knew who you were and wanted to take you before you caused them any more trouble. 

You were surrounded and you didn't know how to get out. The soldiers knocked the sword out of your hand and now you could only defend yourself with a small dagger, which they were prepared for. You already thought you were finished when rescue appeared. 

Like a bolt from the blue, a man in a white cape, who was very well known to the resistance, appeared among you. With skilled moves, he defeated the soldiers and saved your life. 

It was Ezio. A handsome Florinthian who decided to fight the Borgias and restore order in Rome. 

After he defeated them, he offered you to join him if you wanted. He liked your defiance and there were few masters like you. Besides, you thought it was a chance to find your true weapon when the tattoo said it was a sword, but there were plenty of those. 

You accepted and were welcomed into the brotherhood. You were a beginner, but very soon, under Ezio's tutelage, you rose almost to the rank of a full-fledged Assassin. 

Ezio saw talent in you and wanted to help you however he could. He even asked you about your weapon and wanted to see your tattoos. 

You had no problem with that and showed him your mark. He took your hand lightly and ran his finger over the tattoo. You didn't know why, but his touch was so gentle and pleasant that you wished he was your weapon. 

Ezio promised to look for someone and kissed you on the sword mark on your wrist. Now you wished it was him all the more. Plus, you were completely at a loss for words when he called you tesoro mio. And it definitely wasn't a throwaway nickname. He called you that whenever he saw you and it didn't matter whether you were alone. 

The Italian Grandmaster also started giving you private sword lessons. He'd review the basics with you before teaching you more advanced techniques that only he knew. But you never fought with him as a weapon, but against him. 

"You did well today, Tesora Mia," he said after practice, kissing you on the fingers of your hand. He then stood up and as he held your hand lightly he pulled you closer to him. He stroked your cheek before taking you gently by the chin. 

It already looked like he would kiss you when the Assassin novice brushed you off. Ezio looked like he wouldn't be disturbed and leaned towards you again, but the novice was undaunted. 

"Excuse me, tesora mia. We'll finish this some other time," he said before he had to follow the novice and attend to the duties that called to him.

You were finally about to become a full-fledged assassin. You had come through the ceremony where Ezio had promoted you to assassin, you had gotten the scar on your finger, and now you were about to leap of fate. 

You walked to the edge of the tower and looked down to where the cart with the hay was located. You took a deep breath and jumped. Ezio followed you down, where he gave you one more task. You had to catch him. 

You immediately ran after him and followed him to the rooftops. You jumped from rooftop to rooftop after him until you lost him behind the church tower. 

You were looking around, trying to determine which way he was running, when there was a flash in the distance. You thought you saw him like a sword, so you ran to check it out. 

You ran up to where you found a sword lying on the roof, specifically a yatagan. The sword had a long matte black blade with silver trim and red gems. 

It was familiar, but you weren't sure. Ezio usually only changed part of his hand to the blade in battle, so you didn't see it as a sword completely. Something inside you told you that this was your sword. Your true weapon.

You bent down and picked it up. The sword fits you perfectly as if it had been made especially for you. 

"I knew it was you, Tesora Mia," Eziu's voice echoed in your head. But at first, you thought he was standing behind you, so you instinctively turned around. Only then did you realize it was the sword. 

Ezio had changed back to human and now he was holding your hand. He confessed to you that as soon as he saw you fighting the Templars, you captivated him. You had no words for it, as you liked him too and had had a crush on him for quite some time. 

Ezio took off your wrist guard and rolled up your sleeve, revealing your changed mark. You now had the same black and silver sword with the eagle head on your wrist that Ezio had. 

"I knew it," the assassin smiled before kissing you on the sword tattoo. It was as if he had sent an electrical pulse through your body. Then he pulled you close to him and finally kissed you on the lips like he had been planning for a while.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

[punchingballs]

“Bitter Reminisce.” 

JINGLIU X S/O that’s dead.  (I'm not going to explain further.)

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Jingliu was no stranger to pain and darkness, she’s suffered for more than a century dwelling in the past after all. Refusing to accept the past, denying reality and locking herself away from the world. It was a tragic notion. But she’s well aware of it. Well aware of the consequences of the actions she made.

But… How can she ever move on? 

There’s no choice but to lament. What’s done is done, the only next thing to do is to regret as you have no other choice.

“Hey…! Jingliu.” Her mind immediately flashed back to the fuzzy and happy memories you two shared together, the memories you both shared before you finally faded away like dust swept away by the wind.

You met her at a field of flowers, likewise, she met you at a field of flowers. May it be by chance, coincidence, or fate itself, that day was the most important and happiest day of her life. It was the miracle, and the start of other miracles in Jingliu’s life.

And also the very same bitter curse that she will forever shackle herself upon.

And right now, the former swordmaster of Luofu stood above the field of flowers that you two met. But what remained of the field was simply, crusty rock, and wilted petals, lying on the ground, darkened and corrupted like her mind.

The former swordmaster took a step forward, with each step she made, she reminisced of a better time with you, with the High-cloud Quintet. “...” She only let out a soft yet bitter sigh as she fought back the urge to simply wail and mourn.

Eventually her body started trembling as she tried to fight back the swirling emotions in her heart. As if her stomach was getting squeezed, and as if her heart was pierced by a cursed spear. She felt herself slowly losing the war in her head.

The more she reminisced of the time you two spent together, the more her heart wilted like the flowers that once covered these fields. “Kh…!” She once more, fought back the urge to cry. With each memory that flashed in her head, with each smile that she remembered, and with each word that you spoke to her… 

The more the pain got worse. And the more that she realized, that the past can never return.

As she simply shook her head, her legs gave up as she kneeled on the ground, helpless and in despair. Eventually the most important memory in ehr life, played again, like the chorus of a sad song about a tragic love story. Replaying in her head like a ghost that haunted her till the end of time.

“Jingliu, what type of flower do you like?” You asked while looking towards her, a small smile on your face. Jingliu’s ears perked up as she looked at you, her scarlet eyes brightening when you called her name. 

“I don’t know much about flowers.” Jingliu monotonously replied, though her tone didn’t hold emotion, her heart was filled with fuzzy and blooming happiness whenever she was with you.

“I see… But, if I had to choose what flower would suit you… then it would be a Scilla Forbesii. I always admired its nickname, Glory-Of-The-Snow.” You spoke while gently holding up a flower in your arms, you made a small ethereal smile.

Jingliu was stunned, however, she managed to make a coherent reply with a softer voice than yours. “... I see.” She simply replied, not finding the words to say to you, or not having the courage to say the true feelings she wanted to say.

“Jingliu… Are you spacing out again?” You suddenly asked her with a cheeky smirk. “At that rate, no man would ever want you!” 

“But I want you.” Is what she would like to say, but eventually she once more, chickened out and never had the chance to say those words. 

“You see, guys like girls who listen to them.” You said while gently slouching in a tree, letting a butterfly fly over towards your nose. The butterfly sat on your nose,while you paid no attention to the butterfly. 

“I see. I was simply thinking about the past.” Jingliu replied while you opened your eyes, the butterfly flew away while you gazed towards her. 

“Hm? Honestly, you shouldn’t let the past affect your future.” You suddenly said while having a nonchalant smirk on your face. 

“What do you mean?” Jingliu asked for clarification, while a bit surprised and confused by what you said.

“The past shouldn’t define you, humans are strong because they can change after all.” 

That sentence was the sentence she held deep within her heart, however. As she found herself awake from the reminisce of a century ago, she stared at the wilted flowers that she was kneeling on. A few teardrops fell from her face while she felt her heart clenching once more.

“Then answer me… now that you’re gone… what should I do?” She desperately asked while mourning, sobbing and wailing for a person that never existed anymore. She found herself staring at the ground, devoid of emotions, only the bitter void in her heart that she can’t fill up anymore.