#you can just see his heart shatter a little more from those eyes and eyebrows

[ranna-alga]

Crowley's subtle but devastating shift in expression before and after Aziraphale's "you're the bad guys" comment (I need to be sedated)

[suiana]

your boyfriend has been acting weird lately (various yandere characters x gn reader) (ANGSTOBER DAY 2)

"babe are you-"

"can you quit talking? seriously, you're so damn annoying."

"...i only wanted to ask whether you were hungry..."

you stare at your boyfriend, lips pursed as he continues to type away on his phone. he's been like this for three weeks now. getting mad at you for no reason, cursing at you... did you do something wrong?

all you ever wanted was to be a good significant other and he's acting like he's on his period or something! jesus, can't he be a little bit more mature too?! picking fights with you for no reason, making a big fuss over nothing... and not even telling you why?!

...

you know what?

you had it with him.

"hey, what's your problem huh?! why are you so edgy nowadays huh? did i do something wrong?!"

your once loving boyfriend stares at you, eyes and mouth wide at your sudden outburst. he takes a moment to compose himself, eyebrows furrowing the second he thinks things through.

"god you're so damn stupid. I've been repeatedly telling you, haven't i? i hate you. what can't you understand?! this is why I'm always getting mad, damnit!"

you scoff at him, arms folded in front of your chest as you try to keep your cool... only for your anger to get the better of you, resulting in a screaming festival between you and your boyfriend.

"hate me? you can't expect me to believe that. not when you were literally obsessed with me up till three weeks ago?!"

"i-"

"you used to threaten people just for looking at me! you even tried to kill someone because they asked for my number! and now you want me to believe that you hate me? stop with your bullshit."

".. actually-"

"oh. are you seeing someone else? is that what this is? you're trying to make me break up with you, is that it?"

"n-... you know what? yeah, yeah it is. i want to break up with you. I've found someone else that i love more than you."

your boyfriend states, eyes dead as he stares straight at you. he breathes calmly, as if he weren't affected by this at all. meanwhile, your heart felt as though it had shattered into many tiny pieces. tears fell from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer as you broke down, falling to your knees as the male just stares at you stoicly.

"let's never see each other again."

he mumbles, turning on his heel, swiftly leaving you alone to wallow in your sadness in the once lively apartment. shit... you hadn't expected things to end like this.

"he's a fucking jerk..."

you think through your tears, vision blurry as you clutch your chest. you really loved him and he just?? left?? how could he be so heartless?

if he didn't love you he could've just said something about it. he didn't have to be so mean and hurt your feelings before finally bringing up another person! god damnit, why did you have to fall for such a person?!

you cried, wailing as you cursed your now ex-boyfriend.

"fuck! i hate you! i hate you so much! i hope i never see you again! just disappear from my life! you just left me to die here! stupid ex-boyfriend! i hate giving you my love!"

what you didn't know however, was that your 'heartless' boyfriend had stood outside your door, frowning at your every word, regretting everything he had done up until that moment. because he had loved you too. truly.

he loved you so damn much that he wanted to tear out his hair every single time he was mean to you. he wanted to tell you that he didn't mean any single one of those hurtful words. he wanted to cry and beg for your forgiveness every single time he did anything hurtful to you.

but it was for your own good. it was to keep you safe. and if he needed to hurt you to keep you safe, he'd do it. because he loved you too much to see someone else hurt you.

and being with him meant that there was always a risk of you getting hurt. so how could he allow that to happen when it could be prevented? how could he let his selfish feelings get in the way when you were such a precious little thing? sure, he loves you and he'll do anything in his power to ensure your safety but what if he can't protect you one day?

what if one day you just... get used against him? he's a dangerous man and has a lot of enemies. surely they'll find out that you're his weakness. of course he has gotten rid of anyone who might harm you now but who's to say that there won't be more in the future?

which is why he has to severe all ties with you now. he can't risk it. because he may be strong, but he may not be strong enough for whoever may come in the future. that's why he's been doing what he's been doing-making you hate him so that it hurts less when he decides that it's time to leave. he assumes that it's working wonderfully, after all you've never once noticed his puffy eyes in the morning.

"at least... they'll be safe now."

and disappear he will, for he has too many regrets welling up in the depths of his soul from what he did to you. he'll make sure to never come across you again, instead lurking in your shadow, observing you from afar.

a star like you need not be dirtied by his presence anymore.

dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, megumi fushiguro, blade, scaramouche/wanderer, your faves<3

[moonstruckme]

hi mae !!! i’ve been resding ur stuff for forever & if this request doesnt strike ur fancy i just wanted to at least say that!!! but i would love love love anything you have to say about steve harrington comforting his s/o (maybe shy!reader?? but no pressure on that) after a very tough emotional few weeks? like yknow those weeks that just knock you down & then stomp on you a little & have you saying “it’ll get better if i can just get through the week” but then the next week comes and it’s just as 🕳️🤸 as the last ? idk if this makes sense but ik u wanted more requests w our other boyfriends !!

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!

Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 791 words

You’ve been trying not to cry for about a month now, and this stupid movie is going to do you in. Steve’s got his arm splayed across the top of the couch, his features lit in the colors of the TV screen and revealing only a vague sympathy for the characters in the movie as opposed to the steady crescendo of emotion that’s building behind your eyes. 

You turn from him so he won’t see your heating complexion and do your best to hold it in. You hold it until you can feel your heart beating in your sinuses. Steve’s fingers start toying with your hair, and it feels so ridiculously casual and tender that it only makes matters worse. 

You must make some sort of sound, because then he’s shifting beside you. His eyes burn into the side of your head. 

“Hey.” His voice is quiet, unsure. “You okay?” 

You breathe in through your nose, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” 

“Are you crying?” 

“No,” you say. But you are now, properly, and your denial is completely undermined by the wobble in its delivery. 

“You are,” Steve accuses, letting his hand drop onto your shoulder just as it gives its first great hitch. He tenses. “Hey, it’s okay. We can change the channel.” 

You let loose a horrid laugh, wet and pitchy. “No,” you tell him, finally breaking and wiping underneath your eyes. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to upset you.” He grabs the remote. His tone has gone serious and a bit panicky. “We’ll find something lighter to watch.” 

“It’s not the movie.” You turn towards him and he pauses, frozen like a rabbit in the forest. “It’s just…it’s a lot of things, you know?” 

Everything about Steve melts. His shoulder sag, the hand with the remote dropping into his lap, his lips part, he slouches towards you a bit, his eyebrows pull up and to the middle. “Yeah,” he says, soft and smooth as butter. “Yeah, I get that.” 

You try to smile, making fun of your own ill-timed meltdown, but another sob breaks free from you again. Steve slumps further. If you keep going like this, you’ll shatter into a million pieces and he’ll liquefy into a stain on the couch and that’s all Robin will find of either of you when she inevitably comes looking. 

“It’s okay.” Steve’s hand makes its way from his lap into yours, taking your hand and squeezing your fingers lightly. “You’re okay, you’re good.” 

And you know you are, but it feels nice to hear him say it. Your shoulders shake, and you tilt your head downwards, salty tears dripping off your nose. 

“Sorry,” you croak out, but he only brings his other hand to your face, angling you up where he can see you. 

“I don’t mind,” he promises. When his thumb sweeps an arc from the side of your nose nearly to your ear, you shudder. 

Steve’s brows twitch together, but he doesn’t alter his grip. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“No, what is it?” 

“It’s just…” Just that you short-circuit anytime he touches you, and right now your body doesn’t know where to put the excess emotion. You think if he pays you any more attention you’ll have a heart attack. Cause of death: Steve Harrington’s tender ministrations. “Sorry, nothing.” 

His forehead creases as his thumb brushes once more, feather light, under your eye, and then his expression clears. Because though intuitive Steve is not, he’s perceptive enough to catch your unintentional glance to where his hand rests upon your cheek. 

“Oh, sorry.” He stills, eyes flickering back to yours. “Hey, if you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Just say the word.” 

And you have to think, because it is torment, and it might actually kill you. But at least this way you’ll die happy. 

“That’s okay,” you murmur. “It’s nice.” 

A little smile curves Steve’s lips before he remembers you’re sad and tries to squash it. You feel something similar tugging at your mouth anyway. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

You sniffle. “I don’t think so. I’m just kind of tired of it, you know?” He looks like he does. “Maybe we could just keep watching the movie?” 

“Yeah, sure honey.” The endearment slips out as if it’s something he says every day, and Steve’s demeanor doesn’t reflect anything different. For your part, you feel a buzzing in your chest so intense you wonder if you’ll disintegrate into tiny pieces. He scoots closer to you on the couch, settling an arm around your shoulders and leaning you into his side. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he asks quietly, like it’s a secret. 

You rest your head on his shoulder and say nothing. 

[latenightdaydreams]

Hii! This is actually my first time requesting anything from anyone, so I'm shy especially since I'm requesting from such a wonderful writer (it's you btw 🫵🥹) Just got into your works recently and I love love LOVE them ❤ I just adore your writing so much and love how you portray König ^^ So I was wondering if you could write fluff for wife!reader who wants to have a family with König but has a deep seated fear of childbirth, though that doesn't stop her from considering it. However, let's say König went on deployment for a quite 'awhile' and some unspeakable things has happened to his dear wife— that deep seated fear of hers is then now accompanied with trauma and perhaps König then finds out her thoughts of actually considering having kids just finally goes down the drain. How do you think it will go from there?

My request most probably doesn't make sense and forgive me for the sudden dark turn 😭 but I just have this twisted(?) story belief that the darker the past, the most utmost delicate comfort is needed to smother them. If it seems too much, feel free to ignore the request 🙇‍♀️ Have a great day or night ahead! Make sure to take care of yourself too 🫶

You're too sweet🥹🩷 I'm so happy that you're enjoying my writing! I hope this is along the lines of what you were asking! I love soft König so much😮‍💨🩷 I hope you have an amazing day🥰

König x Wife!Reader (fem)

All fluff🩷

For more click here: ✍🏽🩷

>cw: fem/afab, family planning, mention of feelings from past assault, fear of rejection

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You just dropped the bomb on König that you are no longer willing to consider having children. After your recent traumas mixed with your deep-rooted fears, you just couldn’t bring yourself to bring a child into this world. Sitting across from you on the bed, König tilts his head as his gaze softens as he listens to you explain your feelings. You feel hot in the face as you think this will be the end.

“I understand if this isn’t the life you want,” your voice trembles as you say those words. Losing König, especially at a time like this, would just ruin you. “I don’t want you to miss out on having a family.”

Your eyes study König’s face trying to see how he is feeling. His blue eyes studies yours as well. His heart pounding in his chest, all he wants to do is reach out an embrace you. He is a strong man, but seeing you, the woman he loves, broken like this breaks him. He has a heavy guilt weighing on his heart for asking for children.

König looks down at your trembling hands and back to your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed as he opens his mouth to speak but stops. Instead, he grabs your waist and pulls you gently to his lap. His arms wrap tightly around you as he rests his head on yours.

“Liebling, you are my family.” He whispers gently stroking your hair. “Kids or no kids, I just want you.”

His words shatter what defenses you put up, ready for rejection. Your tense body relaxes more as you allow yourself to take in his warmth, his scent. His arms squeeze you a little tighter as he rubs his hands along you body to sooth you.

“I don’t want you to settle,” You begin to sob, crying into his black shirt as he holds you to him. He lets you cry and just sits silently with you, rocking his body back and forth. Once you begin to calm down, he begins to kiss the top of your head.

He grabs your puffy tear-stained face as he brings your eyes up to meet his, “You’re my wife. I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you as corny as that sounds,” he chuckles lightly. “I have nothing without you. I can live without children if it means I get to have you.”

You look up at him with glossy eyes threatening to burst with tears again. König can see the pain in your eyes, not just about the kids, but from what happened to you. A deep rage inside of him feels as if he let you down, he wasn’t here to protect you. He can’t go back in time and stop the assault. All he can do is be here and help you heal. Kids don’t even matter to him, you come first. Always.

Moving your bodies so you both are lying on the bed, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. He gently kisses the top of your head as he listens to you trying to control your breathing.

“Liebling, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m sorry.” His own eyes begin to water but he holds back his own emotions to be strong for you. “I promise you’re safe with me now. We will live a happy long life together. We can adopt a cat or dog- even a snake, I don’t care.” He chuckles.

You smile in his arms and move your hands to his chest as you begin to fidget with the fabric of his t-shirt.

“What about a tarantula?” You tease knowing he is scared of spiders.

“Anything for you Liebling, just don’t expect me to be an active father.” He laughs, causing you to giggle lightly.

He looks down at you and kisses your forehead, you lift your head to let him kiss your lips. His hand gently moves to your cheek and cups your face softly. His lips press against yours as if you’re made of glass and he might break you. His precious jewel.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too König.”

[jadestwdd]

I’m seeing all these dom Daryl head cannons and how he calls you a ‘slut’ or a ‘dirty little whore’

NUH UH

this man is a sub and a clear bottom. I mean don’t get me wrong, but when you get what you want…lord help me.

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‘Come on sweetheart, you can take a little more, hmm?’

You cooed, bringing your mouth down to take at least five or six inches, both hands where twisting and pumping at his length, This action was met with a flex of Daryl’s hips, making you take a few more inches into your mouth.

‘I- I need ta, I need ta c-’

The sentence was interpreted by a deep moan that fell from his mouth. Lying sprawled out on the double bed, naked and venerable, he looked so pretty. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes where blown wide with lust, his eyebrows where furrowed and through his mouth, heavy breaths, grunts, and the occasional moan and whimper escaped.

With a deadly slow reverse of your hands and mouth, you released him from your grasp, a pop filed the air when your lips released his pink and dribbling tip.

‘Don’, please. I wana- I need ta-’

His head lifted from the pillow and his eyes locked onto yours. Almost as if you had taken candy from a baby. You got up on your knees, towering with this legs between yours and your breasts on full display to him, you moved forward and on his cock, the tip pressing up against his abdomen. The man’s fingers clung to the sheets for dear life as your fluids leaked onto him.

‘Come on, use big boy words. What do you need?’

‘I need ta-‘

You dragged your hips forward, Daryl let out a strained whimper and his eyes slammed shut.

‘Oh baby, please’

He gasped as you lifted up and started the ever so slow descent down eight and a half inches that was beneath you. You placed your hands on his chest, fingers playing with his nipples. Slowly but steadily, you dipped down taking as much as you could. your breath was heavy and your heart was pounding. Sweet release, that’s what he wanted. Right? So that’s what he’s gonna get even if he is begging to stop.

‘If you’re a good boy, I will let you cum. But you have to wait just a little longer for me sweetheart. Can you wait just a little longer, like a good boy?’

Your body sat up right, now you were bottemed out and ready to give this poor man what he deserved. You’d been teasing him and promising him release for almost an hour. With his hands now grasping she sheets and his chest heaving he mumbled:

‘Ya like a good boy, please ca-‘

‘Can’t hear you.’

‘I’m a good boy. Please let me, ima- Ahhh’

He sighed as your hips lifted and dropped. This sent sparks to all of your nerve endings and left trails of fire within you. Daryl’s head tilted to the side and nestled in the charcoal pillow covers, his lip was drawn between his top and bottom teeth, and his back arched to try and meet the steady pace you had set.

‘Nuh uh, let me hear those needy lil’ sounds’

You commanded, your hand grabbed the side of his head by his dark hair and twisted his head to look at you. With pleading eyes he looked into yours almost as if to say ‘come on stubborn woman’. His hands reached for the nape of your back and pulled your forehead to his, your noses touched and your lips where agape, spilling short sighs that matched the pass you bobed up and down.

-thump. Thump. Thump.- skin on skin.

Daryl’s mouth opened and out came the most intense, deep-chested, guttural moan that his vocal cords could offer.

‘That’s it, I’m going to cum in a sec baby, just a few more. I promise sweetie.’

You whispered. Drip, drip, drip. Like water filling a cup. Almost there. Your speed increased trying to chase the earth shattering organisms you both wanted.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Until…

‘OH FUCK!’

The glass overflowed and you feel him start to twitch inside of you, waiting for your go ahead.

‘Cum for me Daryl.’

Not even the first letter into the demand, thick, warm spurts of his pleasure spilled deep inside of you. In desperation, he bucked his hips to meet your falling. Whimpers fell from both of mouths, mind numbing pleasure speed throughout his body and yours, like waves on a beach they just kept coming. The room in which you were now turned into a safe, intimate place which was filled with the sounds of skin, cries, screams and please where heard and sweat and pleasure could be smelt.

‘Good boy, that’s it. My good boy’

-thump. Thump. Thump.- his hips met your movements, speeding out the sensation of fireworks in every cell in your bodies.

‘There ya go.’

You whispered as your movements slowed, until they came to a halt. Daryl’s hands came to your temples and rubbed small circles, your hand soothed his scalp. Your eyes were hooked on his, analysing every detail of his face, every hair and wrinkle.

All he saw was a your face and your tendrils of hair on other side of him, like a curtain. Mouths slightly agape, you kissed his nose and cheek. If you could freeze time, you’d bask in this for ever. The feeling of being so full, so safe, so much that can’t be described. He was yours, you were his. You love him, he loves you.

‘Ya okay?’

….

‘Oh sweetie, I’m better than okay.’

‘sunshine?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Love ya.’

‘I love you to, you did so good for me. I’m so proud of you, Daryl.’

A hitched breath was heard as you slowly lifted up, your walls fluttered at the feeling of him leaving you, both of your releases spilled out into his lower abdomen and the sheet. You pulled the sheets over the two of you and snuggled into his arms, he hooked his big arms around you to pull you closer.

With your head on his chest, hearing his heart slow, his chest rise and fall and your big doe eyes looked up to meet his.

‘He’s so pretty, I’m so lucky’

You thought.

‘Ma god how did I end up with a girl as pretty as her?’

He thought.

….

‘Goodnight, sunshine.’

‘Goodnight, love’

And you were lulled to sleep by the sound of him, the feel of him. Him. Daryl, your Daryl.

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Little Sun" - Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

[This is a work of fiction. Slapping your partner is physical abuse.]

SUMMARY: Nikolai left Ravka to gather whatever aid he can get for his home but he comes back because he promised you.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.2k

Apparently, Коля [Kolya] is short for Nikolai and it's the cutest thing I've heard in my life. Also, let me know if you're fine with just Cyrillic or do you want me to include Latinized spelling in the future.

>>Grishaverse-inspired playlist<<

Tolya and Tamar have a bet. Not a very dramatic piece of information if one knows a thing or two about the siblings. But it’s the nature of the bet, not its sole existence, that’s so interesting - it’s their longest unresolved wager:

The whole thing started when they noticed Sturmhond saying “Солнышко would love this” to himself. Most of the time it’s a whisper, a stray thought that somehow wriggled free out of his mind at a sight of a sunset, a panorama of a city or a treasure his crew found - if something is worth appreciation, the enigmatic “Солнышко” would surely want to see it. Judging by the softness with which the captain says those words, Tolya and Tamar are disillusioned that “солнышко” is merely a term of endearment for someone close to Sturmhond’s heart. What directly sparked their bet was whether this hopeless love is returned. Tolya, probably biased by the poetry he so eagerly reads, was convinced that they were witnessing a dramatic love story of a princess and a sea dog or something along those lines. Tamar, however, remained more cynical in her judgement - whoever the lady is, she probably doesn’t spare the privateer much thought, if she’s even aware of his existence. Little did they know, the answer awaited them on the other side of the Fold.

The sanctuary is never quiet nor is it ever boring. Although its population doesn’t impress, the determined freedom fighters rarely catch a break, keeping the beehive constantly buzzing. People coming to and fro, the noise of neverending chatter, footsteps echoing through the grand halls and in the middle - you, one responsibility away from completely losing your mind.

You’re doing your rounds, utilising the march between ‘checkpoints’ to talk with Dima, a quite hyperactive Fabrikator, about his new project. It looks promising but you’ve learned to expect nothing less from the boy. He’s tripping over his feet because his gaze is boring into you, looking for any sign of approval or disapproval, and not the tiles in front of him. 

The parchment rustles as you look through the blueprints. “That’s a lot of iron…” you say quietly. Pondering the schematic, you habitually rub your jaw. “If First Army is to use this on the battlefield, it needs to be lighter, so fewer soldiers have to man it. Some parts ought to be substituted with wood. Maybe these two?” You point to fairly small elements on the blueprint, which look to be part of the traction mechanism. Dima conceptualized a machine built on impressively complicated, codependent systems - one change is going to influence all the other parts, which in turn will circle back to the substitute and put a different strain on it.

Dima gasps. "My lady,” his voice is quiet, breathy.

Suddenly, the boy stops but you don’t think much about it. You stand beside him, still eyeing the blueprint in search of ways to save the more scarce resources without endangering the quality of the firearm. 

“I know it’s going to be difficult, Dima,” you forestall his complaint. “We also don’t want this whole thing to shatter after firing the first round but there’s only so much-.”

"My lady, he's back,” he interrupts you.

You look up at Dima with furrowed eyebrows. But the boy doesn’t meet your eye - instead, he’s looking away towards something, or someone, by the entrance to the sanctuary; a haunted glint hiding in his pupils. Confused, you follow his gaze to the door, only to feel your heart stop for a moment:

The blond hair, the elegant kaftan with aiglets and the insufferable, juvenile confidence written on his face.

"Мой Коля,” you say barely above a whisper. The world smudges and blurs as tears fill your eyes.

Not having much care about the stoic image you’re supposed to maintain, you shove the schematics back into Dima’s hands (he nearly drops them) and rush to the ghost who’s been haunting your thoughts for far too long, pushing through people standing in your path.

The phantom becomes flesh and bones only when you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly to himself. The scent of seaweed and resin lingers on his clothes as though he was born a sea dog and became a prince by sheer coincidence. You hear Nikolai take in a deep breath, his nose buried in your hair. This feels almost too good to be true but good enough to be a cruel joke.

A minute or two passes by and even then it’s difficult for you to lean away to look at his face - Nikolai seems absolutely unwilling at letting you go again anytime soon. Literally and figuratively.

"I was beginning to lose hope," you say quietly. Although his eyes remain just as mischievous as they usually are, a hint of softness hides inside them.

"You know me, солнышко,” he says with a grin on his face. The pet name makes your chest both tighten and burst with passion you have nearly forgotten. After a long period of emptiness and coldness, this scorching devotion is burning you alive. “I promised you I'd come back."

Only when his warm hand reaches to wipe away your tears do you realize you’ve been crying all this time. Even if you tried, there’s no way of stopping this - all of the nights you’d spent worrying and all the days you’d been yearning for him, they finally find their outlet in this longed-for reunion. You’ve imagined his tragic death so many times, you can hardly believe all of that was just an atrocity of your mind.

“Please, stop crying,” Nikolai whispers while relentlessly wiping your face, “or I’m going to cry too and I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of our guests.”

A chuckle of both disbelief and overwhelming relief escapes your lips. Even now, at such a heartfelt moment, he can’t help his humour but Saints’ did you miss it.

You sniffle. Absentmindedly, your fingers trace the smooth material of his kaftan. Not a cut or a burn on this textile, as though it beared to witness to combat. "You’ve been gone for so long, I don't know if I should kiss or slap you."

He gives you a playful, questioning look. "Can I choose?"

"Not a chance."

Nikolai gasps when he feels your hand against his face. The strength of the slap was nowhere near to the punch Alina threw at him not too long ago but considering who you are, it aches incomparably more. To a degree, he understands that he might, after all, deserve some of your anger. Aside from the misguided, love-fueled belief you’ve always had in him, you had virtually no reason to think he’s alive, mourning him each time you lay in bed alone - until now.

He doesn’t have a chance to form a response to your outburst as you grab both sides of his face and clash your lips against his. That’s something Nikolai can condone and he does so with a nearly obscene lack of hesitation or reluctance. His arms hold your waist in a tight embrace. The saltwater on his skin tastes like insufferable youth and fabulous adventures. For a moment, you let yourself forget about the pending civil war, thinking only about the warm, soft lips you’ve missed so dearly. Your Коля came back to you, so everything is perfectly fine.

At the same time, Tolya turns to look at his sister with a proud grin. “Told you,” he says nudging her arm but Tamar only scoffs and shakes her head.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Accidents Almost Happen

Aizawa X Daughter! Reader

The 5-year-old girl skipped her way down the halls of UA, making her way outside to find her father. She had overheard that he was outside with his class, and that the students would be sparring. Though she wasn't sure what this meant, the laughter she had heard from the two teachers in question made her believe it was some kind of game.

Little (Y/n)'s hair swayed as she managed to walk out of the large building, she saw a large group of people that were in a circle. Her father had seen her but, unfortunately, he had spotted his little girl too late. When she arrived Todoroki and Bakugou were sparring. What made it so unfortunate? Todoroki had launched a series of large ice shards, Bakugou had deflected them but this cause several to fly towards the girl.

But someone else had noticed the girl as well, and in moments his large body had engulfed her. All she saw was a flash of red before she was pulled into this hug, with the help of their quirk the spikes shattered on impact. "(Y/N)!" The fight had stopped the moment Aizawa called out, he rushed over as Kirishima slowly stood up. Sure, his back still hurt a little from the sudden impact, but it was nothing he'd complain about.

"She's ok Sensei." Kirishima smiled as the little girl ran right to her father, of course Aizawa had scooped up the little girl and held her close. The class had stared in amazement and confusion, amazed by their sensei's display of emotion and confused as to who the little girl was. Even still Kirishima had been congratulated, he saved the little girl from being impaled.

"(Y/N) what are you doing out here, you know you're supposed to be in the daycare." Being a single parent Aizawa took advantage of the school's day care, many of the teachers had children that weren't old enough to be alone. "I missed you daddy; I heard you were playing a game and I wanted to see." She gazed at him with glossy innocent eyes, unaware of just how much danger she had put herself in. With a sigh Aizawa turned to Kirishima, the young man could see the raging emotions within the frightened father. "Thank you, Kirishima... You saved my daughter despite the risk to yourself."

Kirishima simply smiled to his teacher, bowing slightly. "I'm training to be a hero; what kind of hero would leave a child to die." Aizawa gave a tired smile, the little girl gazed at Kirishima before smiling and reached for him. This of course surprised her father, (Y/N) never usually let anyone else hold her. Of course, Kirishima didn't deny her, he held her close to him and chuckled as the young girl buried her face in the crook of his neck. "You smell good..."

As young (Y/N) cuddled with Kirishima, Aizawa decided it was time to confront his class, who had surprisingly stayed calm and quiet and let the tired man calm down. "Class... This little girl is my daughter (Y/N). I apologize for the interruption; she isn't usually so rebellious." He raised an eyebrow as Bakugou stepped forward, he wore his usual irritated face but there was also a hint of disappointment. "I apologize for placing her in danger, I should have noticed her and been more careful with my actions." This left the class in awe, Bakugou never usually cared for anything but himself. But those close to him know he does have a sense of honor, placing a child in danger so recklessly made him disappointed in himself. He thought he was more observant than that, how can he brag about being the best if he couldn't even see the girl in his peripheral.

"Thank you Bakugou, though it isn't your fault. You're still training, and you weren't prepared for something like this, don't be so hard on yourself." Bakugou had simply nodded then looked away, the sound of soft snores had drawn everyone's attention. (Y/N) had fallen asleep against Kirishima. The class struggled to hold their laughter and remain quiet, even after all of this and nearly giving her father a heart attack, it turns out it was all for a nap. The only fraise that could come to mind, like father like daughter.

[fireflyinks]

clumsy mess

innocent! virgin! reader x dbf joel miller smut

summary : the reader is a clumsy mess and joel is all for it

MATURE 18+

I knew it was wrong. Every bone in my body knew it. The way my heart would thump when he was around, and how I would melt in his hands if he ever were to merely touch me, it was truly mortifying.

Yet there was something about it that felt so right.

Joel sat at the kitchen table, playing poker with my father and a few of their other friends. My dad was work buddies with Joel, so he would come over often.

I could smell beer coming from the room, as I watched a horror movie with a couple of their daughters.

“Y/n/n!” My dad called from the table.

“Yes?” I yelled back, wondering what he could want.

I had been dreading the entire night; having to spend time with a couple of spoiled teenage girls I didn’t even like, I was really yearning to be in the dining room, just Joel and I, bouncing up and down on his big-

“Get us some more beers!”

I groaned, standing up from the couch and walking into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, grabbing six cold beers.

Passing them around the table, I couldn’t help but stare at him. Him. The way he left a button or two loose to show off his chest, and how he was so much older than me yet so fucking attractive-

One of the beers slipped from my hands, falling on the floor and shattering into millions of pieces. I was stunned, quickly stepping back from the scene.

“I- I’m so sorry.” I muttered out, embarrassed.

It had been Joel’s beer that I lost control of, and my cheeks flushed as he looked down at the busted mess.

“It’s alright,” Dad said, chuckling, “I’ll get your mom to clean it up. Be careful, don’t step on any glass.”

I nodded, skillfully walking away from the mess.

Going to grab another beer, I felt a hand snake around my waist. I jumped, still shaken from my accident.

“Hey, it’s alright. Why don’t you come with me? I have something to show you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “What is it, Joel?”

“It’s a surprise, just follow me.”

So I did, walking up the stairs and down the hall till we had reached my bedroom.

“Precious, I just need to ask you something.” Joel spoke in a deep, husky voice.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you think it’s dirty that you have a crush on your daddy’s friend?”

My heart dropped, my breath going with it.

“I-“ I stammered “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb sugar, I see the way you look at me.”

I gasped as he smirked devilishly. My lower lip shook, nerves shocked.

“Aw it’s okay, I’ve been thinking about you too.” He pushed hair out of my face and behind my ear. “I can only imagine how good those lips would look around my cock.”

I was getting pleasure from just hearing his words. My cunt became a needy mess, so I began to rub my legs together.

Joel noticed, smiling down at me.

“Would you like that? You want my cock?” He teased, titling my chin up with his index finger and thumb.

I nodded quickly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Get on the bed.” Joel commanded, and I did so.

He unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprung forth. My eyes widened as I looked at his size.

It was big. Very big.

“Go ahead, suck on it.”

I took a nervous breath, staying still.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“I’ve never done this before.” I admitted, my cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

“Aw that’s okay baby, let me show you how.”

He angled his member with my throat, before pushing in the tip, thrusting back and fourth in my mouth. Each time he’d go a little deeper, causing me to grunt.

“Good girl. That’s it. Now do it by yourself.”

I bobbed my head on his cock slowly, using my hand to pump the length that didn’t fit. He threw his head back, moaning softly.

“That’s it, you’re a natural.” I continued until my mouth started to feel sore. Looking up at him, needingly, he took it as a sign.

“Does my good girl want to be fucked now? Hm?”

I nodded.

“Come on, I need to hear you say it.” Joel warned sternly.

“Please, I want your cock daddy.”

Joel began to take my shirt off, revealing my lace pink bra.

“Fuck, you look so pretty.” He said under his breath, unhooking the back. My tits released, bouncing once he let them loose. He groped them, causing me to whimper.

“Tell me where you want me.”

I groaned, “In my pussy. I want you in my pussy.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Imagine if your dad heard you saying that. Begging for his friends cock.”

Joel pulled down my shorts, then took off my underwear. He teased my entrance with his middle finger, before pushing it in and fucking me with it.

I whined in pleasure. Then he added another digit. Then another. Then another.

My pussy slowly adjusted to his fingers, until I was rocking my hips back and forth.

“Okay, I think you’re ready, sugar.”

He pulled his fingers out, lining his cock with my entrance.

“I’m gonna push in slow. Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.” He groaned as he entered me.

“Daddy!” I moaned, back arching. The amount pleasure out numbered the pain.

“Okay, daddy you can move.” I hummed, eyes closed from pleasure.

He rocked his hips back and fourth, progressing in speed with every thrust.

“You like how I’m fucking you, baby? You want my cum? Oh, imagine how your dad would react if i fucked a baby into you. Oh you’re such a clumsy mess, I’m surprised you haven’t came by accident by now. ” He cooed, grunting.

My stomach began to feel tight and tingly. I moaned, throwing my head back.

“I think I’m close!”

“Go ahead, come for me. Be a good girl and come for me.”

I came on his cock, just as he pulled out and released on my tummy. More and more cum came out till I was a sticky mess. My head felt light as I laid back on the bed.

Joel picked me up, taking me to the bathroom and running water for a bath. Once i got in, he pressed a gentle kiss on my lips before turning around towards the door.

“I gotta go tell your dad you were feeling sick or something. I can come back next week, your dad has a business trip.” He smiled, winking.

Southern charm would be the end of me.

[rorywritesjunk]

The stars in their courses will run and bring their hearts earthward to hear her.

Buggy brings his son in to the bakery to get a treat for his birthday. You like decorating cakes. Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: Fast paced in a way. Six month time skip. Pregnancy. Buggy's a little insistent and sulky. Talk of child abandonment. A/N: Now that Birdie has a name I think of her a lot tbh.

Title comes from “Girl in the Garden” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6

Chapter 4

Six months had passed by when he walked into the bakery. You grimaced when you saw him, shaking your head as he tried not to make eye contact, looking everywhere but at you. You didn’t remember his name after meeting him those few times, but he remembered you by the small smile he gave you as he placed an order for a cake.

“Who’s birthday is it?” You asked as you wrote down the order. “And what’s a name for pickup?”

“It’s for Darby’s birthday.” Cabaji said quickly; you looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“So, his half birthday then?” You said as you straightened up a bit. “Since his birthday was six months ago, which is when I met him and his dad.”

“It’s… the Captain’s birthday?” 

“For a pirate, you’re really bad at lying.” You pointed out as you ripped the order off the pad and tore it up. “I thought pirates were good at it.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “Look, just buy a dozen cupcakes and call it good, okay? I don’t know why you’re here with your terrible lies but I don’t have time for it.”

“R-Right.” He took the box he was given of assorted cupcakes and gave you some berry before leaving, but not before looking back at you once more before he stepped out the door. Why he had to come check on you and not the Captain himself was something Cabaji was curious about. Darby spent the last six months talking about you, asking when you’d come and cook pancakes again, and to his credit, Buggy was patient and kind with the kid with all the questions but he took the frustrations of the situation out on his crew.

Buggy wasn’t handling it well, the way things ended between you two and Cabaji had seen it firsthand. He knew his Captain had a big heart, one that often opened up when he thought he’d found a kindred soul, someone he could fall in love with and sail the seas together, but when you walked out after breakfast that morning, he was shattered, even if he didn’t tell it to anyone, but Cabaji saw it. 

When Buggy saw they would be near your town again, he sent Cabaji out to check in on you. And boy, Cabaji had news to share and he wasn’t sure how the captain was going to take it.

Once he delivered the cupcakes to the kitchen, he sought out Buggy. He was in Darby’s room, brushing his son’s hair out while trying to figure out how to style it for the day. The three year old hated sitting still but Buggy had given him some blocks to distract himself with while he worked. Cabaji knocked on the door and cleared his throat; Buggy looked up and glared at him.

“What?”

“I saw her, sir.” 

“And?”

“She’s… changed.” Cabaji trailed off and Buggy rolled his eyes.

“How? She get a haircut, grow shorter, or is she missing some limbs? I don’t really care, I was just curious.” He said as he began to braid Darby’s hair. 

“She’s pregnant, Captain Buggy.”

Buggy stopped what he was doing and slowly looked over at Cabaji. “She’s what now?”

“Pregnant.” He said hesitantly. “I didn’t… ask how far along she was.”

“Did she have a ring?”

“I didn’t see one.”

Buggy nodded slowly and turned back to his son. “You can go.”

“Sir-”

“I said go.” His hand flew at Cabaji, pushing him out of the room before yanking the door shut. So, you were pregnant. You must have found a man shortly after Buggy which didn’t sit well with him. It wasn’t as if you belonged to him or that he was the jealous type, he just… wanted to know what you’d been up to since you left the ship during breakfast and broke his son’s little heart. It wasn’t that Buggy cared about you, no, he just didn’t like seeing his son so sad. You two weren’t in any sort of relationship after two days, but maybe he needed to pay you a visit, just to say hi, check in with you, that sort of thing.

~

When you walked up to the bakery the next day, you noticed someone was waiting outside. That wasn’t too unusual, often someone was waiting for the place to open so they could grab a breakfast pastry and coffee, completely normal, but it was just that when you got closer and saw who it was, you paused for a moment. He hadn’t changed in six months, still had his blue hair hidden, his makeup was still smeared, and his nose just as red.

“Uh… hi.” You weren’t really sure what to say. You didn’t expect to see him. “Bakery opens in an hour.”

“The donuts were tasty, Darby wanted more.” Buggy said with a shrug. “Wanted to be first in line to get the best ones.”

“Those were cupcakes.”

Buggy paused for a moment before shrugging again. “Same thing.”

You sighed and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to follow you in. This was a dumb idea, why were you doing this? Why were you letting him into your place of work while you tried to get ready for the day? You locked the door behind him and went to make him a cup of coffee.

“Why are you here?” You asked with a frown. “Is Darby okay?”

His gaze softened just a bit at you asking about his son. He nodded as he took a seat. “He's fine. Growing like seaweed.”

You didn't correct him as you brought him his coffee. He grabbed your wrist gently before you could pull away, looking up at you, eyes briefly flickering to your growing stomach.

“So, find some hot guy to make an honest woman outta ya?”

“Not exactly.” You said; his eyes narrowed and you sighed, removing yourself from his grasp and putting his hand on your stomach. “I was pretty shocked, the two times I wasn't careful and some goofy pirate knocked me up.”

“Wait-”

“Yep.” You stepped away from him and headed to the kitchen. He got up to follow, leaving the coffee behind. “Six months along. Kinda getting tired of being on my feet all day.” 

“Why are you still working then?”

It was hard not to snap an answer back at him. Admittedly, you found the fool to be handsome, it was hard not to in some ways, but he was certainly dumb sometimes. You bit back a retort as you started to bend down to get something but Buggy’s hands were there to help you. You pointed out what you needed and they grabbed them, putting them up on the counter for you.

“I can't not work, Buggy. I need money, especially with this little one on the way.” You sighed. “And then once the baby is born, I'll be coming to work with them because… I don't have anyone to help me.”

“I still have an open position on my ship.” Buggy said without missing a beat. “I… still want someone to help with Darby.”

“What, like a nanny?” You asked. Before, the idea was crazy to you. But now, with the baby growing inside you, it didn't sound half bad. Keeping up with the running of the bakery was driving you crazy. You’d come home exhausted, achy, feet sore and swollen. It was hard to want to get out of bed some mornings to do it all over again. You didn’t know how to pace yourself, barely even giving yourself a day off most of the time, and as you reflected on that for a moment, the invite did sound enticing. Maybe it was the changing hormones and emotions, but you ended up nodding. “Do I get my own room, or…”

“Own room, you take care of Darby, I'll pay you, it's quite the life, y’know.” Buggy shrugged. “He'd love to have you around.”

“Is he the only one?” You asked as you tapped one of his hands, pointing to a large mixing bowl that was up high. “Look, I didn't mean to leave the way I did, I just… was concerned with what you said. I really liked those two days with you, and I loved spending time with Darby.”

Buggy just shrugged. “He loved spending time with you and having you on the ship.”

You smiled softly and looked at him. “I just… need a few days to take care of some things.”

~

The way Darby's eyes lit up when he saw you at breakfast one morning made you think the decision to come aboard was the right one. He completely ignored Buggy in favor of hurrying over to you and holding his arms up to be picked up, which you did, pulling him into your lap, which was just a little uncomfortable with your stomach being in the way, but he didn't seem to mind. He was just happy to see you.

“Clearly you're the favorite.” Buggy sighed as he fixed Darby’s plate for him. You had arrived the night before after Darby went to bed. Buggy gave you the Grand Tour of the ship, finishing off where your room was, the small storage room that was between Buggy's and Darby's room and it was perfect. He had it converted pretty quickly and you appreciated it, even though you ended up sleeping with Buggy that night.

“I can't help it.” You chuckled as you hugged Darby, kissing him on the forehead as he made himself comfortable on your lap. “I missed you, Darby. I'm excited to spend time with you!”

“With me?” He looked up at you with a frown. “Why?”

“She's going to stay with us for a bit, sweetheart.” Buggy told him as he set Darby's plate down in front of you, as well as your own. “She's going to live with us! That's great, right?”

“Really?” The little boy's eyes lit up as he looked at you. The smile on his face tugged at your heart and oh, you couldn't believe that you were going to do this, live on a pirate ship while pregnant, helping the captain raise this adorable child. 

“Oh, he's precious.” You chuckled as you hugged him. “Really! I'll get to play with you, we can cook and do whatever you want, Darby.”

Buggy wasn't sure he could handle the scene in front of him. Darby had the biggest smile on his face as he looked up at you while you had one arm around him while you used the other to start feeding yourself. It was apparent what kind of person you were with how attached his son was to you already, even after meeting you the first time and wandering off to see you the next day. Darby still didn't even go near most of the crew and they knew him since he was a baby.

It was a little too sweet and Buggy finally managed to look away, focusing on his own food while you answered Darby’s questions between bites while also encouraging the three year old to eat as well. Was this going to work out? It had been Buggy and Darby for the kid's entire life and now here you were, pregnant with Darby’s sibling, joining the family in some way. 

Buggy realized there was going to need to be some conversations happening.

~

“Can Darby call you mom?”

It was just before lunchtime the day you arrived. Darby was down for a nap while you were in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the three of you. You knew the two of you would need to talk, lay down rules, expectations and boundaries, things like that, but you just didn't expect that question out of the blue like that.

“Do you want him to?” You asked, looking up from the cheese sandwiches you were currently toasting. “I mean, I think it would be confusing if this new baby comes and we are saying ���mommy and daddy’ around it, and he just calls you daddy…”

“I want him to be able to.” Buggy said a little too quickly. You frowned as he went to grab plates for the three of you. He hesitated for a second before looking at you. “Look, Darby’s mom didn't want him. We… we had a fling, I didn't know she was pregnant, and when I came to visit her, she told me either I take the kid or he goes to an orphanage.” He took a moment, cleared his throat, before adding, “He was a little baby, y’know. He was just a few weeks old and that bitch wanted to leave him at an orphanage.”

“Oh, Buggy…” You swallowed the lump in your throat and rubbed your eyes, trying to ignore the tears threatening to well up. “That's horrible.”

“I wasn't going to put my son through that. And… and he is my son, it's pretty obvious, and it hasn't been easy but I love that kid.” Buggy continued, no longer looking at you as he set the table. “Y’know, never thought I'd be a dad. Didn't think it was a possibility, but… here I am, raising one kid with another on the way.”

You lowered the heat on the stove before walking over to Buggy and touching his arm to get his attention. He glanced over at you and you took his hand, placing it on your swollen belly.

“We both know this isn't going to be perfect, we're probably going to fight and have other issues, but I'm fine if Darby wants to call me mom.” You told him as he sat down on a chair and leaned into you, resting his cheek on your stomach. “But I don't want to force it, let it happen naturally, okay?”

“Yea…” He trailed off, eyes closed as he made himself comfortable against you. You didn't move for a moment, rubbing his shoulder gently. 

“Are you sleepy?” You asked; he nodded. “Okay, I think it's time for you to take a nap after lunch. I'll take care of Darby so you can get some rest.”

“I'm too old for naps.” He mumbled in response.

“I feel like I had this conversation already today.” You chuckled as your fingers moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck. He shuddered, leaning into you further, and you kept it up for a few more minutes. “Okay, I need to get Darby up for lunch. After you eat, you take your nap.”

Buggy tilted his head up to scowl at you but you weren't bothered by it. You already saw that scowl on a three year old when you put him down for his nap a few hours ago. You just patted Buggy on the cheek before pulling away to plate the sandwiches before going off to collect Darby.

This was all either going to work out or explode into millions of pieces.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Request from the lovely @nicoline1998enilocin: "I have a short and simple request for you including our favorite super soldier: Bucky! What is he like during mirror sex? He can be the one receiving the pleasure or giving - or both, depending on your mood 😉" Shoutout to @samodivaa for the help and support as always!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Some angsty feelings on Bucky's behalf, mention of legal proceedings, oral sex

“BUCKY!” you yelled after him. He was halfway down the staircase when you were finally within ear shot. 

“Bucky,” you panted out his name this time. Cardio had never been your strong point.

He looked up at you, mirth reflected in his eyes at your need to hang over the handrail to catch your breath.

“What’s up, Sugar?”

“Get your butt back up here,” you demanded.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed into a look of concern as he marched back up the stairs to you.

“Did you even look at yourself in the mirror before you left?”

The small shrug of his shoulders told you everything you needed to know. “How did you know?” he asked. The mirth that had temporarily graced his features was replaced by his usual melancholy.

You held up the long strip of silky material in your hand. “You forgot your tie!”

“Oh.” His lips breathed out the sound as they formed a perfect little circle.

“Here, let me.” You lifted your arms to pull up the collar of his shirt and wrap the tie around his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“It’s a closed hearing. They aren’t allowing anyone inside.”

“I could wait outside," you suggested, folding his collar back down and smoothing the tie with your palm.

“It’s not worth your time.”

“You’re worth it, Bucky.” You leaned into him, the back of your fingers gently caressing his cheek. He was one step below you, meaning you were face to face rather than this usual towering posture.

“Am I?”

“Buck,” you sighed. You hated how much his past plagued him. He would suffer from fits of despondency and wistfulness which would take him away from you. His body would be yours to hold but his mind was lost in a haze of his bloody past. Today was definitely one of those days. Understandably so, he was being judged for actions he felt responsible for, despite knowing that his mind had not been his own.

His court mandated therapy would leave him a shell of himself. Gone would be the charm and snark that your boyfriend innately sported and you were left with a husk of his former self. His spells of self loathing had become more frequent and it left you filled with dread that one day you’d lose your boyfriend to his guilt ridden conscience.

“You remember what we talked about?” you asked him.

“Yeah.” Bucky’s tone didn’t inspire confidence.

“Buck, just give me five minutes, I’ll-”

“No,” he cut you off with more force than you expected. “I don’t want you there.”

It hurt. He knew it hurt you but he couldn’t quite form the words to apologize. Instead he would let the sorrow fester in the depths of his soul, turning away, unwilling to look into your eyes, to see the new cracks he had made on your heart. He was afraid that one day he would shatter it into a thousand pieces and he would lose you forever, but he still didn’t have the strength to concoct an apology. He would lose you through his own actions. It was what he deserved.

“Okay.” 

Your acceptance of him made him angry, he clenched his teeth, a rage building up inside of him in the same way it had when he had been him. It was still inside him, the creature they had forced out of him, had leashed and used. Why didn’t you see the monster inside?

“I’ll be here when you get home,” you said softly as he left you at the top of the staircase.

***

Bucky crept back into the apartment. A pardon. They had given him a full pardon. He had complied with their demands, jumped through their hoops and saved the world to boot. His actions told the tales of redemption but his soul still burned in flames of an eternal torment.

He heard you humming in the kitchen, probably preparing something delicious for him. You were the only light in his life, he couldn't think of anything he had done in his overextended lifetime to deserve the compassion you showed him.

Shame engulfed him, he couldn't face you after the words he had spoken that morning. He couldn’t look into your beautiful eyes without an apology that was worthy of you. Maybe the scalding temperature of a hot shower would help wash away the fog that clouded his brain and steeped him further into his anguish.

You may not have caught the sound of his footsteps, but there was no mistaking the creaking of the ancient pipes in the building.

“Bucky?” you muttered under your breath. Not loud enough for anyone to hear, except a super soldier who was not currently in the act of drowning his sorrows under a showerhead. You turned off the stove and padded into his bedroom. After retrieving the suit that he had so carelessly dropped on the floor, you sat down on the bed to wait for your boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. 

He didn’t emerge for almost an hour, but you were patient. Forgiving. Almost too forgiving.

Bucky froze in the doorway with only a towel hanging around his waist, seeing you sitting on the bed watching him, concern etched across your face. He watched your lips open and close slightly, fighting the urge to get up and rush to wrap your arms around him. He craved your touch, but he stayed, frozen, out of reach. He could see your fear, not for your safety, but of his response. But it was your sadness which finally ignited some movement from him.

He sat down beside you, drops of water dripping off his hair down onto his shoulders. The scent of his geranium and orange shower gel wafted into your nostrils, giving you the comfort of his presence, his proximity, as well as the courage to ask your question.

“What happened, Bucky?”

“Pardoned.” His reply was flat.

You gasped, flooded by a sense of relief. It was a reflex, you grabbed his flesh hand between yours and looked at his face, searching for his reaction. “That’s great! Right, Buck?”

He turned his head, not quite able to look at your face. Instead he stared ahead, only to catch your eyes in the reflection of the full length mirror which hung on the wall in front of you. You deserved an answer, so he nodded stiffly.

“Bucky.” The way you breathed his name betrayed everything you were feeling. Heartache, apprehension, anxiety and most importantly, affection.

He squeezed your fingers, trying to convey everything he hadn't said with this one action.

"We need to talk, Bucky."

And here it was. You had reached your limit.

"I'm worried about you."

The breath that had caught in his throat escaped in a short hiss.

"You can't carry on like this."

You weren't looking at his reflection anymore, you were looking directly at him, eyes filled with expectation.

"I-" Bucky grappled to find the right words. "I don't deserve this."

"Because of what you see, right? You look into that mirror," you pointed at his reflection, "and you still see yourself as the Winter Soldier. But Bucky, that's not who I see."

"No?"

"No," you shook your head. "I see a man who's the survivor of the most heinous acts that another human can inflict on them."

Your fingers hovered over the scars on his left shoulder, gently caressing his skin. "Someone who resisted their torture for twenty years."

"You have so much strength and resilience, you fought against it and you're still doing it. You don't give up. And that makes me so proud." Gently you rested your chin on his right shoulder and pressed your temple against his stubbled cheek. 

You folded one knee under you and moved closer  to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist. "I know I can't take away the sadness in your heart… as much as I wish I could. And I know you carry that weight with you every day. But if you'll let me, I'd like to help you with it. Especially on those days when it gets to be too much."

Bucky's jaw worked hard to mumble his next words. "I don't want to be a burden."

"You're the most important person in my life. I choose you."

You kissed his cheek, a sweet peck. The first of many. The next was firmer, your lips on his skin longer. Another to the angle of his jaw. It left a buzzing sensation where you'd made contact. But you didn't stop there, you left a trail of blazing kisses down his neck and along his shoulder, not once taking your eyes off Bucky's reflection. You wanted to make sure he was watching you.

"I want you to see how special you are."

You snaked your hands up from his waist so that they landed on his chest, over his heart.

"I want you to know that I see the good man that's in here. I see you, Bucky."

Your eyes didn't leave his in the mirror. Together you both watched your movements as you showed Bucky what he meant to you.

A few more chaste kisses landed across his broad shoulders before you decided to change the focus of your attention. His vibranium arm. The advanced prosthetic was usually a source of pride and achievement and told the story of how far he had come from the nightmare he lived for decades. But in moments of madness, the maelstrom inside him would sweep him into the past and Bucky would view his gift as a curse.

You pushed on his elbow from behind, guiding his arm up in a cradled position across his chest. With your other hand you interlocked your fingers with his, your thumb caressing the smooth hard metal. Your free fingertips now traced the golden veins which stood out against the midnight colors, every second watching.

Closer, you pulled him closer. You drew his cool fingers into your mouth. One digit at a time, your tongue swirled around each one, licking, sucking, admiring their taste. He hadn't taken his eyes off you. Your other hand stroked this muscular back, working its way around the edges of the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sugar…"

"Yeah, Buck?" you asked, taking his fingers out of your mouth.

"I'm sorry for how I spoke to you this morning." He was looking directly at you rather than the mirror as he apologized, you could see the sincerity in the glimmer of his cerulean blue orbs.

"Thank you."

"I shouldn't have."

"No, but I think I understand what you were feeling."

"Forgive me?"

"I forgive you, Bucky."

This time he initiated the kiss. Lips covering yours. Tongues dancing together. Longing and love exchanged in the act of passion. Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his lap. 

"I want you to see what I see," you whispered as you finally came up for air.

You turned to look over your shoulder at your reflections before facing Bucky with a smile. There was enough action under his towel for you to work with. You climbed off his lap and started to kneel down in front of him. But Bucky grabbed your arms just as your first knee touched the floor.

"Sugar-"

"Let me show you, show you how much I love you." You slipped your fingers into the small space where the towel was tucked in on itself.

"Just hang on-"

"Buck, it's okay, really!"

You tried to stop him leaning backwards, but he was intent on his action. Bucky grabbed a pillow and handed it to you. "The floor's pretty hard. I know, I sleep on it."

You accepted his offering gratefully, dropping it to the floor, you felt immediate relief as the hard wooden floorboards were no longer pressing your knees. It allowed you to focus your attention back on exposing him.

The towel fell open with little effort and you worked on tracing a trail along his thighs with the tips of your fingers. It made you smile to see the line of goosebumps which erupted on his skin. Gently you wrapped your palms around his shaft.

You started with a simple kiss, pressed against his tip. And you felt him respond. Your lips slipped over him again, taking him a little further into your mouth. A smile crept across your features as you heard him suppress his moan.

Bucky reached down to touch your face, there was a tenderness in his expression which made you feel a new kind of warmth inside you. It made you want to give your boyfriend everything you had to offer. 

Slowly, you stroked the underside of his shaft, just under the head where you knew how sensitive he was. He rose magnificently under your touch. His hands surrounded your head and he threaded his fingers through your hair with a hum of pleasure. 

"You watch in there," you jerked your thumb behind you. 

The long tortuous vein that ran along one side of his magnificent member received an extraordinary amount of attention as you traced its journey from the base to the tip. The tip which was now flushed, pulsing with excitement.

You offered him a coy smile before dropping your head. Lips enveloped him, engulfing him with the warmth of your mouth. Once, twice. The third time you dragged your now puffed up lips, giving a lap of your tongue against his meatus for added effect. Tucking away your teeth, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, hard enough to turn his hum into a strangled gasp followed by the most erotic groan you'd heard from him.

Bucky's fingertips massaged your scalp, tugging at the strands lightly to help set your pace. You reveled in the tiny whimpers that left his lips as you worked on him. 

His cock throbbed lightly, you could feel it in your mouth. He was rapidly reaching his climax and you wanted to help him along as best you could. You edged one hand down to his balls, taking both into your palm and rolling them between your eager fingers.

Eventually Bucky did the one thing you'd asked of him. He looked up. He wasn't sure if his vision was blurred because of his dilated pupil, or if it was the flush across his cheeks, but he barely recognized the man he had seen in the mirror for the last few years. He felt strong and confident and loved. 

Instinctively his hips thrust towards you and his cock slid further down your throat. He groaned, louder than before. His fingers clambered desperately at the duvet cover, trying to find an anchor for the oncoming storm.

You bobbed your head, deeper each time, inch by inch. His tip grazed the side of your mouth, the inside of your cheek, nearing the back of your throat. Lips sucking, tongue twirling, fist pumping. Over and over. Faster and faster. His breaths came hard and fast. Until that moment arrived. 

His eyes closed and muscles tensed. Hot, white cum exploded out of him with a strangled cry. Bucky’s body undulated as you pulled back while swallowing his load. As his pleasure subsided, you took him back into your mouth, lapping off the sweet elixir you'd milked from him.

Once you'd had your fill, you climbed back up onto the bed to sit at his side. He turned his head to face you and smiled. You pressed your forehead against his, your noses brushed against each other.

"Did you see?" you asked him. 

He nodded slowly. "Yes."

[inmyfxith]

Breaking Barriers

Pairing: Lo'ak x f!human!reader

Warnings: None

Words: 790

-> Requested by @gosusu123

Amidst the vibrant hues of Pandora, where the very air sings with the pulse of the land, you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. But just as the first light of dawn shatters the darkness, a chance encounter with a young Na'vi warrior kindled a flame within your heart. With him, you discovered a world of wonder, a place where the beauty of the land was matched only by the beauty of your love. Battling against the prejudices of others can be a formidable task, especially when it comes from those closest to your heart. The doubts and mistrust of his family, particularly his mother, loomed like a shadow over your relationship. But you refused to let it dim the light of your love. You held fast, living your life with purpose and cherishing every moment spent together, until the truth of your bond became undeniable.

As Lo'ak and you strolled through the corridors of the human laboratory, your hearts beat in sync, entwined like the fingers of your clasped hands. Excitement and trepidation coursed through your veins, for this was your first foray into this foreign realm since the two of you had made your love known to the world. The gleaming machines and bustling scientists held a certain allure, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were an outsider in this strange and unfamiliar place. The hum of human technology surrounded you as you strolled alongside Lo'ak, the warmth of his hand in yours a stark contrast to the cold, metallic halls of the lab. As you marveled at the wonders of human invention, a sudden realization struck you like a bolt of lightning - the weight of the exopack was absent on your face, and with it, the barrier that had kept your lips from his. Without a word, you guided him towards a more secluded spot, your eyes locked onto his. With a soft touch of your hand, you tilted his head towards yours, and before he could even react, you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft, tender and sweet, like the nectar of the Omatikaya's sacred tree. It was a moment of pure bliss, as if time stood still and the world melted away. Lo'ak's surprise quickly turned into a smile as he leaned into the kiss, and you felt your body relax into his. You ran your fingers through the intricate braids of Lo'ak's black hair, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch. It was a sensation like no other, one that left you breathless and yearning for more. The kiss deepened, your body stirred with passion, and the tender dance of your tongues sent a wave of pleasure through every inch of you.

The world around you faded away, and all that existed was the two of you, lost in the sensation of each other's touch. As you finally parted, you were left with a sense of warmth and contentment that radiated through your every being. You knew that this was only the beginning, and that there would be many more moments like this in the future, and your heart swelled with the promise of love and happiness to come.

Suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice interrupted your intimate moment, "Lo'ak, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere." Neteyam appeared, with a raised eyebrow and a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I see you two are still... occupied."

You felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks, but Lo'ak simply grinned at his brother. "What's the problem?"

Neteyam shook his head, "No problem, just thought you'd have more sense than to make out in the middle of a crowded lab."

You could feel the tension dissipating as Lo'ak chuckled and pulled you close to him. "We're allowed to have a private moment. And besides, you're not my keeper."

The young boy gave a sly grin, "I know, I know. I just couldn't resist teasing you two lovebirds. But, I won't interrupt any longer. I'll leave you to it. Carry on with your little love fest." he said mockingly, before turning and sauntering away, leaving the two of you alone once more.

As the clock ticked on, Lo'ak and you were swept away by the tide of love that flowed between you. Every stolen kiss, every gentle touch, every whispered endearment was a reminder of the deep connection that bound you together. The bustling halls of the laboratory and the grandeur of Pandora's natural beauty faded into the background, as all that mattered was the love in your hearts.

Tag -> @eywas-heir

[faulty-writes]

Alright, hello my lovely fans and or followers, here we go. I present to you, Chapter II of this request by the lovely @viburnt, so y'all can thank them for this series. I hope you enjoy it. As a friendly reminder, this story ends in heartbreak. However, I hope you all will still find it a pleasant story.

“Hey, don’t follow me, damn it!” Katsuki growled. You rolled your eyes. “I’m not following you. I just want to get as far away from Shinso as possible,” you replied, ignoring how your footsteps echoed against the metal flooring as you ventured deeper into the metal pipe structure of the training ground.

Shoto frowned, having overheard you. While he didn’t comprehend how deep your feelings toward Hitoshi were, he could sense your hesitance whenever you were in his presence. This made him wonder if he should play defense or at least try to keep Hitoshi away from you during this exercise.

Then again, if something needed to be resolved between you two, his interference wouldn’t help. “Huh? Where are you going!?” you shouted when you noticed him breaking from the formation. “It’s better if I separate myself from the group because of my quirk!” He replied.

“Wait, a minute!” You tried calling out to him, but he already made up his mind and you watched him disappear out of sight. Sighing, you concluded that you didn’t have any choice. If Hitoshi wanted to face you, then so be it.

Katsuki could handle his own, so with that in mind, you rounded the corner and pressed your back against a large metal pillar that extended to the sky. Your head turned upward, and your eyes focused on the metal structure that made up the ceiling.

Pipes of all different sizes and shapes interlocked with each other, only allowing for a faint amount of sunshine to pour through. ‘If I don’t get to the surface, I’m a sitting duck.’ Although you knew some decent combat skills, your quirk wasn’t practical for close-range attacks.

This meant your only solution was to go up, but climbing the sleek metal poles around you wasn’t practical during a training session. ‘Hm...so could I make this work more to my advantage?’ Your contemplation was shattered when a loud metallic bang echoed.

It was like someone had thrown a rock at one of the poles. Your body tensed up, and you immediately turned your head in the direction the noise came from. You slanted your eyebrows, stepping away from the pillar and into the open.

Silence fell over the area, and while your body remained tense, your fingers flexed slightly. You needed to be ready to use your quirk at any moment. You continued looking into the darkness, and your eyebrows raised when you heard footsteps.

They started off slow and quickly picked up the pace. You clenched your jaw, ready to pounce on whoever appeared from the shadows. However, nobody did. Rather you only saw two pairs of feet, no legs or a body attached. Your eyes widened, there was only one person who could do that.

An eerie laugh pierced through the air, and she couldn’t help but feel pride in knowing how easily you fell for her trap. Class B was going to win this for sure. A gasp came when you sensed someone behind you and swirled on your feet only to see no one.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately snapped your head upward to see Setsuna’s smirking face appear from the shadows of the ceiling. You tensed up, clenching your jaw and debating how to counter her.

“Looks like you’re a little stuck, let me help you!” She snapped, extending her arms and promptly letting them detach from her body. You underestimated the speed at which those arms were going but knew that your only logical move was to dodge them.

Your foot scraped against the ground, and you lifted your opposite leg, ready to initiate your plan when a blinding flash of light came followed by a loud explosion that made your ears ring. You could feel the heat from the blast and stumbled back.

“Ah, what the hell?” You muttered, shielding your eyes and unaware that an orange, green, and black hero suit was seen leaping through the air. Of course, even if you had seen him, you should have known that Katsuki would interfere. He was a very vigilant student with a keen sense to boot.

“Just what the hell is going on? Trying a lame tactic like that, you damn extra!” he shouted at Setsuna before landing on the ground in front of you. He wasted no time in glaring at you, but that hatred brewing in his eyes was something you were used to.

“What the hell did you think you were doing dumbass!?” He demanded, stomping his foot against the ground. You frowned, curling your hands at your sides. You wanted to scream back at him but decided against it. “Whatever,” you huffed and ran past him instead.

“Take care of Setsuna!” You shouted, making him growl. “Eh!? What do you mean take care of-” he paused when something grabbed his ankle and looked down to see one of Setsuna’s hands. He looked in your direction again, watching you get further away.

‘Just what the hell are you trying to run from?’ That wasn’t like you, so what was different about this training exercise? He knit his eyebrows and held his hand out toward his leg. As another explosion came, images of Hitoshi’s face came to his mind.

If you were running away from him, he didn’t know what was wrong with you, but he’d find out. “Now that wasn’t very nice, Bakugou,” Setsuna said, materializing in front of him. Her body parts merged back together with ease before she placed her hand on her hip which looked blackened and was seeping smoke.

But she seemed otherwise, unbothered by this. He huffed, “I don’t give a damn, dumbass!” he snapped. “Hero training isn’t about being nice, it’s about tasting victory!” he raised his arm, facing his palm toward her which began to seep smoke as he anticipated to release another explosion.

“Now, where the hell is Shinso?” He demanded, glaring at Setsuna who knitted her eyebrows in response. “Why would I tell you that?” There was no way she’d give away her teammate’s position, even if Hitoshi wasn’t officially a hero student yet, he was still part of her team.

She’d be damned if she ratted out one of her team members. Katsuki smirked in response. “Fine,” he said, allowing his explosions to propel him off the ground and leave behind dark soot marks. “We’ll do this the hard way!” Although that was his favorite way.

But this didn’t change the anger burning in his eyes when he noticed Setsuna smirk as well. “Great!” She replied, parts of her body flying off although she knew that Katsuki wasn’t to be underestimated, she wasn’t willing to lose today’s challenge. Hitoshi crouched down, feeling the sun beating on his back as he looked down below.

Neito was currently engaged with Shoto, although he didn’t find it a fair battle considering Shoto’s quirk advantage. Yet it seemed Neito was foolish or brave enough to keep facing him. Shoto grimaced, taking a step back.

“Oh, is a member of Class A acting cowardice?” Neito questioned, approaching the other boy who stared at him fiercely. Yes, he was aware that Shoto was considered one of the more powerful hero students, given his quirk abilities.

But that was also his downfall, and although he was more than certain that Shoto wouldn’t be afraid to use his quirk no matter how close or far away his opponent was. He had also noticed the other had gained more awareness of his quirk and had refused to use it in certain circumstances, and perhaps this could be one of them.

He smirked, and continued to approach Shoto whose shoulders were tense, and knees bent. “Why don’t you make this easier for Class B and surrender now?” He said, raising his hand with anticipation to use whatever quirk he copied.

Instead, a scream came when he found himself pushed by an invisible force. A loud bang came when he hit the metal pole opposite Shoto who knit his eyebrows together, startled and concerned about the sudden events.

However, all explanations were obvious when he heard you shout “Todoroki!” and saw you frantically running toward him. Hitoshi’s eyes lit up when he saw you running and his heart fluttered. “Y/n?” He questioned, stepping forward and trying to get a better look at you.

“What’s wrong?” Shoto asked, only to see you shaking your head in response. Your heavy breathing fills the air before you sharply inhale. “Give me a boost up Todoroki!” You shouted, making his eyebrows raise. Just what were you trying to accomplish?

He looked at Neito who was struggling to get up and grunting softly as aches soared throughout his body. He looked back at you, hesitating for a few seconds before crouching and placing his hand against the floor. You could see a thin layer of ice forming along the metal tiles and followed it.

Once he saw you step onto it, he gave you a fair warning of “Hold on!” before that thin trail of ice turned into a tower underneath your feet. You could hear it scrape around the metal piping and some pieces chipped off, but luckily you kept your balance thanks to your quirk.

Once you felt the warm rays of the sun, you jumped, and a loud thud came when your shoes impacted the metal pipes that made up the ceiling. The smile on your face and the small feeling of victory only lasted a few seconds before you heard your name.

Your eyes widened, and a frown enveloped your face when you turned to see Hitoshi. His hero costume was nothing more than a long-sleeved version of the standard Yuuei gym uniform. However, what was odd was the strange mask-like device he was wearing over his mouth.

But you assumed it had something to do with his quirk. The second thing you noticed was the capture weapon he had wrapped around his neck; it resembled the same one worn by Mr. Aizawa. He looked at you, eyes wide with wonder before he took a step forward.

The corner of your lip curled up as you took a step back. Of course, you’d run into him, even after trying to avoid him. He noticed your hesitance and narrowed his eyes. ‘Why are they backing away?’ He grimaced and took another step, reaching for his capture scarf.

Your eyes widened, and like most good heroes, you activated your quirk without thinking. Holding your arms out in front of you, the capture scarf appeared to bounce off thin air, but there was a clear impact. You hadn’t expected to feel your feet slide along the slick surface of the metal poles you were standing on.

‘Damn,’ you grit your teeth and strengthen your stance. You couldn’t just be a sitting, well standing, target. Hitoshi looked surprised; his eyes filled with curiosity before that same smirk reappeared on his face. ‘Of course, they’re blocking me,’ he thought.

‘They didn’t hesitate to activate their quirk,’ He could feel his heart begin to race, and once again he was reminded how badly he wanted you. He needed to show you that he could be a hero too, someone you could look at and idolize for the rest of your life.

When his scarf was pulled back, you took the opportunity to run but you kept one arm up, using it to continuously surround yourself with that invisible wall of energy. As predicted, he chased after you, and despite your streak of courageous actions, a small hint of fear was evident.

His movements were erratic and the way he continuously thrusted the scarf toward you only to have it snap back in retaliation was something that you found odd. But you couldn’t allow that to preoccupy your thoughts, rather your only option was to continue running and jump back down below.

Yeah, your quirk wasn’t so versatile in tight spaces, but neither was Hitoshi’s scarf. You clenched your jaw after the said scarf, yet again, deflected off your energy shield and quickly moved your hands, allowing the invisible force you controlled to throw Hitoshi off his balance. Taking this moment, you jumped into the darkness below.

You grunted when you hit the floor, your legs taking most of the impact before you looked back up. Faint rays of sun gently grazed across your face, knowing you went through all that effort to reach the ceiling only to use avoidance tactics was disappointing.

Although you knew at any moment that Hitoshi would come after you, and the game of cat and mouse would continue. ‘Right, gotta keep moving,’ you briefly looked around, wondering where Shoto and Neito were but quickly shook your head and took off running.

‘Maybe if I corner him, I’ll have the advantage of using my combat skills,’ you just needed to make sure you kept your mouth shut, lest you fall under the influence of his quirk. As expected, you heard a loud thud a short distance behind you.

Your stomach twisted, causing a feeling of unease and panic, unlike anything you had experienced during your time as a hero student. However, you were distracted when you heard nearby explosions and the faint heat of it tickled your skin.

‘Bakugou?’ For a moment you were tempted to run toward those explosions, but upon second thought that wasn’t ideal. So, you continued running, weaving between the pipes with the sound of Hitoshi’s frantic footsteps following suit.

‘This must be what it feels like to get chased by a villain,’ you thought before feeling something graze your cheek, leaving behind a slight sting. Your eyes widened when it hit the nearest pipe. ‘Damn it!’ You were beginning to hate that stupid capture scarf.

Maybe you should focus your efforts on removing that danger first, but instead, you pushed yourself to run faster. Your feet pounded against the ground as more explosions sounded and the temperature in the air grew hotter.

You suspected Setsuna was still around since you had left Katsuki to face her. ‘Huh, what the?!’ Your feet scraped along the ground as you came to a harsh stop when you found yourself facing a large metal wall. You turned your head, looking to the left and the right.

‘Damn...which way do I go?!’ Now wasn’t the time to panic, but had you really reached one end of the training ground? How was that even possible, this place was huge! Regardless, you needed to choose a direction.

You briefly looked over your shoulder, seeing Hitoshi closing the distance. His eyebrows lowered and an angry look shined in his eye. His mask still covered his face, and his hair moved like wildfire. His hands were jutting toward his capture scarf again and your heart skipped a beat.

‘Screw it, left it is!’ You attempted to run down the selected path only to feel something pull you back. You clenched your jaw, trying to move your arm that was currently restrained by the capture scarf and a very smug-looking Hitoshi.

He had one leg bent forward and the other placed behind him. His hands were wrapped around the end of the capture scarf and trembling slightly. He was still learning the precise techniques that the capture scarf called for, and although he had been training under Shota, he still had a little trouble.

But he wasn’t about to let you get away and so he pulled, but you dug your feet into the ground using your quirk to prevent yourself from going any further. You growled, anger boiling in your stomach as you glared at him.

Another explosion came, causing smoke to fill the area and you hissed as the heat began to toast your skin. ‘Shit...’ you clenched your jaw, lifting your opposite arm to project your energy to the side of you, shielding yourself from said heat.

Unfortunately, this meant you were now exposed as you couldn’t project your energy in two places simultaneously. Perhaps with more training, but for now, it wasn’t possible, and Hitoshi took advantage of this by pulling you forward again.

“Tsk…” you shifted your weight to your feet. Although your shoes squeaked when the rubber soles scraped against the floor which shook seconds later when another explosion came and knocked you off your balance.

The smoke was beginning to billow around the two of you and your eyes began to water and your lungs burned. ‘Damn it, I can’t-’ Tears began to slide down your cheeks, and you coughed furiously. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried stiffening your body.

‘No, wait...I can’t just give up!’ You slowly opened your eyes and although your vision was blurry and your arm was beginning to feel numb because of the way the capture scarf restricted it, you made the choice to move your opposite hand, so it was facing Hitoshi.

The harsh and intense heat of the lingering explosions began to tear away the fabric of your hero suit, leaving the skin underneath to get burned. But it was a worthy sacrifice if it meant you could use your quirk against Hitoshi and break free of his grasp.

However, you were distracted when you heard someone scream. “That’s it!” Looking up you saw a blurry dark figure through the gray smoke, “I’ve got you, Y/n!” You knit your eyebrows and wipe your watery eyes enough to see Setsuna.

Her eyebrows were slit, and determination shined in her eyes. Her body was covered in scrapes and scratches, and the corner of her mouth dripped with a thin line of blood. You continued to cough, that burning feeling only growing stronger with each passing second and you felt your legs give out.

You grunted when your knees impacted the ground and balanced yourself with your hand which pressed against the cool metal. Your nails furiously pressed into it, although it was unlikely to cause any damage. Your stomach was churning, you never thought you could be angry during a training session.

‘Damn it…’ you thought, ‘Did they plan this?’ Between the smoke, Hitoshi, and Setsuna, you were the one cornered. “Hm?” Hitoshi looked at Setsuna as she descended and quickly pulled his capture scarf back. It recoiled and wrapped itself around his neck.

She grinned, landing on her feet as easily as a young kitten would. You knew she must be taking pride in witnessing your current condition. More than likely, that pride stemmed from the fact that Class B had a chance of winning this round.

She slowly walked over, like an animal approaching its prey. You grit your teeth, although she was smart enough to stay a foot or so away. Hitoshi narrowed his eyes, observing the interaction carefully. He reached for his capture scarf again, holding it loosely but firmly between his fingers.

Yes, he was aware of what kind of match this was, but he would not allow anyone to touch or harm you. Plus, it didn’t matter which team won considering the next round he’d be placed on a team with Class A. That grin remained as she lifted her arms.

You knew you couldn’t move now, and you were exactly what you didn’t want to be. A sitting duck. Even with the smoke beginning to clear, your head felt fuzzy, and your eyes were too irritated to judge your surroundings well enough to move.

A wince came when her arms detached from her body and hurtled toward you. As sad as it was to admit, your initial reaction was to shut your eyes and wait for the impact. “Dumbass!” Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice, and Hitoshi froze momentarily before glancing over his shoulder.

His body stiffened when he saw Katsuki flying toward him, the propulsion from his quirk aiding his speed. It didn’t take a genius to realize where he was heading and the only thing on Hitoshi’s mind at that moment was protecting you.

Katsuki, from what he could gather from past interactions, was unhinged. He didn’t care about hurting others if he achieved his goal and Hitoshi couldn’t stand for that. He needed to protect you, if he saved you then you’d look at him the way he looked at you.

Unfortunately, Katsuki wasn’t as easy to fool as other people, and as soon as he released his capture scarf, the angry blond growled. “Your shitty tactics aren’t a match for me, dumbass!” he snapped, before using his quirk again to angle his body so the capture scarf just barely missed him.

As he passed Hitoshi, he ensured his body was facing him and held his hand up. Hitoshi mistakenly pressed his feet into the ground, prepared to engage in combat with Katsuki. But the heat of the explosion grazed the front of his body, melting away sections of his hero attire.

The force of the blast made him stumble back, and his skin continued to recoil in response to the heated temperature it was exposed to. The ground beneath his feet vanished when his legs gave out, and his body tensed up when he impacted the hard metal surface causing him to grunt.

Seconds later, Katsuki landed on his feet only to take off again. He could see how Setsuna’s hands grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to bend so your back touched the ground. He clenched his jaw and the familiar heat coursed through the palm of his hands, enveloping each finger.

Hitoshi grunted, feeling the cool surface of the metal floor against his slightly smoking, and now burned chest and stomach. However, being the determined individual he was, he pressed his hands against the floor and forced himself to turn so he was lying on his back.

His tender skin continued to burn, and pulse with waves of pain that begged him to stop moving, but he couldn’t. Not knowing that you were in danger. From there, he slowly lifted his knees, attempting to stand up. His breath was stolen from him when he focused his attention forward, seeing Katsuki in front of you and Setsuna.

“No…” he hissed out, “I can’t let him hurt Y/n!” Of course, that would be a problem as he knew he didn’t have enough time to save you. His throat tightened, and his trembling hand grasped his capture weapon.

Yes, it was a risky move, but he had only one option. You weren’t sure what was happening anymore, but you could feel the weight of Setsuna’s hands digging into your shoulders and the cold metal temperature of the floor against your back.

The sound of Katsuki’s yelling mixed into the air didn’t help the panic growing steadily by the second. Your eyes widened when you saw the angry blond above you, soaring through the air. His hands outstretched ready to unleash his quirk.

The temperature around him was beginning to skyrocket and the only conclusion you could come to was that he planned to use his quirk, even knowing you were in the line of fire with Setsuna. A small part of you wished that Shoto was here, at least his ice wall would challenge Katsuki’s quirk.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t possible now, and even when you felt the weight of Setsuna’s hands leave your shoulders, you remained on the floor. Your body felt heavy, frozen like you couldn’t move. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the harsh and brutal impact of Katsuki’s quirk.

Instead, you felt something wrap around your leg and screamed when you were forcibly yanked off the ground. “What the!?” Setsuna snapped before glaring at Hitoshi who was too concentrated on pulling you toward him.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” She screamed as Katsuki released an explosion, but this didn’t stop her from once again sending her hands hurtling toward you. The soft tearing of the fabric of your hero suit echoed through the air.

You grunted at the force of being pulled back by her hands which had yet again clasped onto your shoulders causing your body to jolt back. Hitoshi dug his feet into the ground to steady himself in response but knew it was no use. His mind went blank, and his body reacted before he could register what was happening. 

“Huh?” Setsuna’s expression dropped when she saw Hitoshi running toward you and into the line of fire that was Katsuki’s explosion. “Shinso, stop!” She shouted, but her words were ignored. All Hitoshi could see was you, and despite the heat against his already damaged skin, he kicked off the ground. 

His arms wrapped around you tightly, and his hand fisted into your hair, forcing your head into his chest. He clenched his jaw, and a piercing scream of pain echoed before the two of you fell to the ground and everything went black. 

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[elainavoid]

LN4 - Trouble

Haiii! I wanted to start my writing journey with a little fiction with a small series so here we go! This is inspired by the song I knew you were trouble - Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy it because i am not really satisfied but decided to post this anyway. English is not my first language by the way, next parts will be coming later! It's also pretty short, have fun and enjoy your reading! Comments are really appreciated. I love reading comments, any feedback would make me happy! And enjoy again lol!

It was a late night in London, you could hear the raindrops hitting the glass window. It was so loud that you actually thought the full glass wall could shatter. Just like how your heart would be a year later. You were working at a pretty busy café, it was in the middle of London. The café was quite popular but your salary? You were barely making it to the end of the month. You were cleaning the countertops, the whole thing was a mess and they had to be squeaky clean for tomorrow morning. You were closing the café tonight. You were too busy cleaning and doing the dishes when you heard a loud knock on the front door, the whole thing was made out of glass, so you could see who it was. You thought that it would be a homeless person at first, no dumbass would be outside at night while this rain. You raised your head to glance at the person, turns out that guy wasn’t looking like a homeless person at all. Seemed like he was all wet, why wouldn’t he carry an umbrella? He kept knocking on the glass door. The sound really annoyed you. You were already angry because it was a friday night and you were spending your time here cleaning. You pointed your finger at the sign that was hanging on the door, “We are closed.” But you were not that heartless, he really seemed like he needed a warm place. Maybe he would at least keep you company while you were cleaning. You slowly walked to the door and opened it. He was even more handsome than you thought. No, maybe he seemed handsome because you wiped those glass doors three times this day.

“Hi” he said with a genuine smile. His voice was quiet but kind of cute.

“Hi,” you replied, “Want some coffee?” Tilting your head to the side and smiling. A warm offer, how nice of you.

His eyes lit up while he kept smiling. You noticed he was a little bit nervous, fidgeting his fingers.

“Please make yourself comfortable, I have a few things to do.” You added while walking behind the counters. He was like a lost puppy, following you. Then he sat down on the couch, the nearest one to the counter.

“Sooo, how is it going y/n?” he spoke slowly, as if he was reading your name.

You raised one of your eyebrows, looking at him with a confused face while you were pouring two cups of coffee. He pointed his finger at your apron, you realized and laughed. Your name tag. Walking up to him, you spoke quietly, you didn’t want to make much noise because it echoed in the whole café. “Not very nice to be honest, as you can see.” He chuckled, “And how is it going…?”

“Lando.” He told you, helding his hand out for a handshake.

You shook his hand, it was very soft, almost addicting. You wanted this handshake to last forever. And when you realized you were holding his and for a little too long, you immediately pulled it back.

“Sorry,” you mumbled with an embarrassed voice “I’m not really in my mind right know.”

Lando grinned, “Well, you are in my mind so no need to apologize.”

Okay, if inviting him inside was not a trouble. This definitely was. You were not used to hearing these cheeky pick-up lines, you were pretty sure your face was red like a tomato. He took a sip of his coffee, groaning right after. “Cold night.” He shook his head while talking. Taking a few sips between his sentences. “But you were nice enough to let me in. Thanks.” You could detect his British accent.

“You around from here?”

“Yeah, I am. British but I live in Monaco.” He said while holding his coffee mug. It was probably warming his hands. Cute you thought.

Monaco though, you looked at him, “Isn’t it where rich people live?”

Lando chuckled his smile growing, “Yeah wealthy. But I don’t seem rich right?” He moved his body, closer to you. You glanced at him, actually, studied him. Staring at him. He was wearing a basic grey hoodie and some sweatpants, not very rich but definitely young. These were your thoughts until you saw his watch. That one seemed expensive.

“So, I really have to clean those countertops,” you said changing the subject, pointing somewhere you were cleaning before opening the door for him. “Then we can leave.”

“We?” he said with a cheeky smile.

You stuttered a little, “I-I didn’t mean that.”

“I know, but you look cute when you are shy.”

Those words really made you melt. You met him twenty minutes ago, and he was already making you blush like a fifteen-year-old girl.

You took the coffee mug from his hand, gently. And walked, rinsed it under some water. A few minutes passed; you kept wiping the counters. When you finished, you looked at him, seemed like he was taking a little nap. You smiled, taking your apron off and putting the name tag in your back pocket. After that you stuffed your things in a tote bag and made your way to the couch. “Hey, I’m closing the café.” He opened his eyes slowly, looking at you with those blue eyes while smiling. You smiled back at him.

[ladylooch]

not the same anon but i personally can see livy faking it once. because it’s her first relationship maybe she’s scared to tell luca or scared that she’s gonna upset him. but luca can immediately tell when they’re done and he’s more upset that she faked it. he would’ve been less upset if she just asked him to stop. and maybe that’s why they have a talk about sex communications

I loved this on Tuesday! Thank you for being patient for it!

18 + Content below!

Heavy breaths shutter Liv and Luca’s chests together as he shakily holds his weight above her on his bed. It’s a hot day in Switzerland and the couple is almost dripping with sweat after their afternoon romp. Following a soft kiss to her mouth, Luca gingerly slides out of Livy, collapsing onto the bed next to her. He silently runs a hand through his hair. He licks his lips, eyebrows coming together as he exhales sharply again. 

“That was good?” He asks, turning his face towards her.

“Mmmm, yes.” She murmurs, wiggling closer to him. “Always good with you.”

Luca pauses, blinking as he stares at the ceiling. He contemplates.

“Did you come?” He asks clearly.

“Yeah?” Liv says startled. Luca’s eyes drift over her face, taking her in silently. 

“Liv.”

“I did.” Liv says defensively. Luca blinks, then lays flat on his back. 

Liv pulls the blanket up to cover her naked body, suddenly feeling very exposed. 

She purses her lips, thinking back. She… is pretty sure she did? There is that question mark though. It felt good. It just didn’t feel as good as usual. There are different types of orgasms. Not all of them are earth shattering. But this one was particularly lacking, she supposed. It didn’t feel like she was levitating off the bed. She wasn’t clawing his skin begging him not to stop. But he hit all the right places and did all the right things, so she moaned a little extra when she felt like the was supposed to. 

Oh. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I… It… was different. That’s all.” Luca mumbles. A chill rocks through her body as if someone threw cold water on her. He looks hurt. She did that.

Livy wants to lie to him. She wants to keep pretending like what she said earlier was the truth. But she loves this man with her whole heart. She knows how devastated he would be to know she did fake it AND didn’t fess up to it.

“Babe, I am so sorry, but I think I did.” She whimpers. “I, um, it felt good but no, I don’t think I did.” Embarrassment clutches her throat tightly. She tries to clear it but can’t. Who doesn’t know if they came or not!? What the hell is wrong with her?

“Well, that sucks.” Luca blows out another heavier sigh. He sits up all the way, hands rubbing over his face. “Are you okay?” He asks after a pause. Liv nods. He stares at her.

“Yes, Luca, I am okay.” She states, sensing he wants her to speak.

“Okay.” He whispers, then gets out of bed. Livy looks down at the blue comforter she is under, tying to hold back tears. Luca comes out of the bathroom after a moment with a wash cloth. He wordlessly hands it to her. Liv uses it, being deliberate in her clean up before handing it back to Luca.

“Did I do something wrong?” Liv asks when he returns from the bathroom.

“I would prefer if you didn’t do that again. I would rather you stop and tell me it isn’t feeling good.”

“But it did feel good.”

“Okay, but there was obviously other things you needed from me that I wasn’t doing. I want you to tell me those things.” Liv nods like a bobble head, then chomps her teeth into her quivering bottom lip. “Baby, no tears. It’s okay.” As if his words are the on button, her sobs begin. Luca crawls back onto the bed, sliding under the covers with Liv to hold her close. “I want us both to feel good and communicate when things need to be different. That’s all.”

‘I know. It’s super reasonable.” Liv cries harder. “I feel really bad though. I don’t want you to feel bad or think you don’t satisfy me because you do, you really, really do, Luca.” He smiles softly at his empathetic girl. 

“Sweetheart, we are going to have miscommunications in our relationship. We are two humans who don’t share the same brain. It’s gonna be a thing.” He smoothes her hair back from her wet cheek. “But we just gotta talk. That’s it, beautiful. That’s all I need from you next time.” He strokes his thumb over her bottom lip, then leans forward to kiss it. “Okay?”

Liv nods again, then burrows herself into his naked body. His skin always makes everything better and it does again right now.

Luca steadily holds her close, playing with her hair, and rubbing her back until her tears are dried and wiped away. 

[unknown-lab]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato, Scaramouche x reader (separately)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Unintended pregnancy (Scara's part)

Masterlist

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

Things haven't been going right between you and the Head of Kamisato Clan lately. For the past few months, Ayato only came back for one week. You missed him, of course. You can feel the both of you getting more and more distant from each other. Even if he comes home, it's always midnight when everyone is asleep. And before you could wake up and greet him, you were greeted by an empty space beside you.

After taking the test, you didn't give much thought as you were blinded by happiness. You wanted to surprise Ayato, so you dialed his secretary to ask for his schedule. Surprisingly, he's staying in a hotel located in Inazuma City. You wonder why he chose to stay there even though Kamisato Estate is not too far from Inazuma City. You ignored your concern and decided to drive to Inazuma City by yourself. 

By the time you get there, it’s alright dinner time. Ayato should either be doing paperwork or eating. You double-confirmed with his secretary and went straight to his room. You knocked once, twice, thrice, but no one opened the door. Right when you were about to call his number, the door finally opened up. He was only wearing a robe, the upper part of his chest exposed, droplets of water dripping down from his hair. You bit your inner lip to suppress your smile from forming on your face.

“What are you doing here?” His question came out cold and harsh. Especially when he’s looking at you with those icy-blue eyes that could stab through your heart. You don’t know why, but you felt that your heart ached a little from the tone of his voice. It’s like he didn’t want you to be here, at all.

“I just want to see you…” You dare not look at him, let alone speak with a cheerful tone. “Come in, take a sit.” He sighed and made a gesture to invite you in. You sat on the couch while Ayato went into the bedroom to dry his hair. You quickly followed him as you heard the sound of a hairdryer starting up. “Let me help you.” You sat on the bed with him, took the hairdryer from his hand, and start drying his hair. Although his hair isn’t too much or too less, it dries pretty quickly, it only took you 5 minutes to dry his hair completely. Once he stood up, you took a deep breath and hugged him from behind. With a smile on your face, you told him the big news.

“You are going to be a great dad.” 

You couldn’t see his reaction, but his reaction made it clear that you won’t be having a great day ahead. You could feel his body tense up, and he turned around to look at you with widened eyes. Your heart instantly dropped when you take a look at his face, eyebrows knit together, strong grip holding onto both sides of your shoulder which will bleed if you didn’t push him away.

“You are kidding right?” He looked into your eyes, asking impatiently. “Archons, please tell me you are kidding.” Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes, part of it is because of the shoulders that were about to bleed, but most of it was because you knew what is reaction is about. Although you don’t know the reason behind it, you’re too scared to even talk about this anymore. Ayato broke the silence with one sentence that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

“Y/n, abort it.” He turned around, facing his back to you.

“What?? Why???” You looked at him, you don’t even know what you’re feeling right now. Confusion? Anger? Disappointment? Maybe all. You never thought this would happen to you, especially when he’s involved. Ayato was always supporting you whenever you need, but this time… why?

“You know we aren’t married. How would people look at us if they know you were pregnant before marriage?” He took his phone out, it seems like he was going through his contacts. 

“Let’s get married then! Let’s not wait any longer, please…” And with that, Ayato left you sobbing alone in the dark room, heaviness hangs around you, suffocating, overwhelming.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

Note: This is before Scara left the fatui and everything before Sumeru archon quests.

Scaramouche had made it clear that he doesn’t, and will never want a child in his life. Well, at least that was what he said a few years ago, right when you both started dating. But now, you’re not sure, you never dared to ask again because it’s evident that he doesn’t like to touch anything related to this topic. 

Right now, looking at that test result you’re holding. You blinked a few times, rubbed your eyes, and looked at it again.

Fuck. Double lines.

Your head felt a little heavier than before. Enduring the pain, you made your way to the kitchen. You threw the test along with its box into the trash bin, you then leaned against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at whatever is in front of you, thinking, what exactly led you into this mess? 

Come to think of it, around 1 month ago, Scara came home drunk. He was never been that drunk before, but that day was an exception. “That shitass Tartaglia…” It was what you heard when you held him, guiding him to the couch. You carefully placed him and moved away to pour him a glass of water. Before you could move a step, a pair of strong arms turned you around and pulled you down, making you straddle his lap. That’s when things started going wrong…

While you were still processing the memory in your head, you heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door. 

“Y/n?” Scaramouche looked around and saw no traces of you. You quickly regained composure and rushed to the front door. You gave him a warm and tight hug, face buried into his broad and firm chest. The thing is, you couldn't bring yourself to lock eyes with him. You felt guilty, guilty of not being someone who lives up to his expectations… or rather, a wish from his side?

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t use physical touch as a love language, so he’s not used to hugging you. However, this time he could sense that something was telling him you weren’t in a good mood. Without second thoughts, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. He tried his best to give you the comfort you need, at the same time also trying to learn what’s going on in your head. Rather than telling the truth, you decided to keep it to yourself for the time being. 

“I just missed you. Go take a bath, I prepared warm water for you.” You raised your head and looked at him with a smile. While he was in the bathroom, you were struggling to construct a sentence in a way that he wouldn’t be suspicious. So that when he's done taking a bath you will be ready to ask him. He came out after 20 minutes with his messy damp hair, and a small tower over his shoulders. You were sitting peacefully on the couch, eyes so focused on the movie that's projecting on the TV screen. That's what he sees from his perspective though, in reality, you were anxious about the situation you've gotten yourself into. He tries to maintain his composure, the urge to just hop on the couch and cuddle you is using too much of his rationality to control what he really wants. At least, that was what he wanted to do to you. Instead, he just sat down beside you, laid down, and rested his head on your lap. You dried his hair with the towel. Although you’re 100% sure your lap will be wet, you just couldn’t care less about it, there’s something more important than that going through your mind.

"Hey, wanna play Truth or Dare?"

"Yeah, sure." He replied nonchalantly, eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

"You go first, I choose truth."

"Why did you choose me?" He turned around, eyes fixed on yours this time.

"Do you still remember the day we met each other? I got kidnapped by treasure hoarders. There were lots of people who saw that ugly scene of me screaming, struggling, and crying for help. But not a single soul tried to stop them, they were too scared to approach. Y'know, I thought I was done for until you stepped in." You looked at him, giving him the warmest smile that made him blush.

"Now, my turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth"

"Do you... despise children?" There was uncertainty and reluctance in your question. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, so you just looked in front, blankly. Of course, any normal human being would be expecting a positive answer, waiting for it expectantly.

"... Not really, but I'd rather prefer not to go near them."

... Silence

"I see..." Ding Dong. This is when your delivery came. Nice timing.

I ordered pizzas, wanna eat them? I'm quite tired today, so I'll go to bed first." You walked away, leaving Scaramouche alone in the living room. Of course, he didn't notice anything wrong going on within you...

He was assigned to a mission for 2 weeks after that day. Every day was uneasy without you around. When he came home, he was expecting a hug and kisses from you, but instead, he was greeted by a cold room without any sign of you, and a letter on the table.

[shewhowas39]

a bantery sneak peek of chapter 6!

i'm hoping to post chapter 6 of Juniper & Starlight tomorrow, so here's a preview. this is a banter heavy chapter. enjoy.

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“So. Four days in, and not a tentacle to be seen.”

“Mhm. Let’s hope it stays that way.”

“Naturally. But I was thinking - what if it doesn’t?”

June finally looks up from the book she’s been reading as the party has made their way along the rocky trails. Astarion is a bit impressed by this, really. How she can manage to have her nose so deep into a book and still manage to avoid every obstacle that comes into her path. More than once he’s considered just nudging a branch or a rock directly in front of her, curious to see if she would have the reflexes to avoid it while keeping her eyes on the pages of her book. 

But his little plan requires her liking him, so instead he opts for a conversation.

“Of course, the first sign of change, and I’ll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours,” he says, and immediately winces internally. This? This is his attempt at friendly conversation?

In truth, Astarion hasn’t had much friendly conversation in the past two centuries. It’s mostly all been seduction, flirting, or brutal verbal sparring with his “siblings.” It dawns on him suddenly that he doesn’t know how to have a normal conversation with someone anymore, and he feels the knife of grief twist in his gut as he realizes this is yet another thing he’s lost. 

June raises an eyebrow at him. “Yeah. I reckon you will.”

Astarion can see it’s too late to backtrack now, but perhaps he can course correct. Steer the conversation in a more pleasant direction.

“I am open to suggestions. Knives? Poison? Strangulation?  Whatever you’d prefer?”

That was not the way to do it, though, he realizes once the words have left his mouth. If anything, he’s sure he’s just made this so much worse. Methods of death may be a fun topic to him, but he doubts someone like June is going to feel the same way. She’ll probably be horrified, and this pathetic attempt will just end up setting Astarion back.

To his surprise, however, June tilts her head in thought, as if seriously considering this question rather than running away in disgust.

“Well, I do got that wyvern toxin in my bag,” she says. “Poison might be the most peaceful, in a way, but…”

“Hm, no. I don’t think poison is for me,” Astarion says, suddenly flooded with relief that perhaps he hasn’t fucked this up as badly as he’d assumed. “Nor stabbing, come to think of it. I always felt decapitation was a fine choice. One good swing and then…nothing.” 

“Only if the person doing the swinging has a strong arm and a sharp blade,” June points out. “If you’re missing either of those, it ain’t gonna be fast.”

“Fair point. And I’m not certain any of our companions have the muscle to do it in one chop.”

“Shadowheart might. Or Wyll, but I don’t think a rapier is gonna cut it… No pun intended.”

Astarion grimaces. “No, I don’t want the experience of being decapitated by a rapier. And Shadowheart might make it slow just for her own entertainment. I sense a sadistic streak in that one.” He shakes head with a sigh. “Perhaps I need to rethink my preference. But we were talking about you. What would it be?”

June closes the rather heavy looking book and tucks it under her arm as she considers. “Probably stabbing? As long as you got someone with the right aim - and between you and Wyll, I think we do - it could be pretty quick.”

“A classic!” Astarion is almost giddy, delighted by what he thought was a disastrous conversation opener being entertained. “One good thrust to the heart and you’re gone! We’ll need a good blade, though.”

“Yeah. I reckon it’s like decapitation. Or any other form of killing. You gotta have the right tools and the right wielder or it’ll get real messy.”

“Absolutely. Oh, but there’s always magic, too, I suppose. I hadn’t considered that. Perhaps you could make my head explode with one of your loud thunder spells?”

“A good Shatter spell? Maybe.” June’s eyes are sparkling. She’s having fun, he realizes, and he’s pleasantly surprised to see it. “I could also do a Magic Missile. Three quick bolts right to your heart might stop it from beating.”

Astarion laughs. Not quite, darling, he thinks, very aware of the unbeating heart in his chest.

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the boy just doesn't know how to talk to people abouta nything but murder, okay? lucky for him, this goody-two-shoes he's trying to seduce is also the fucking dark urge.

if you wanna read more, you can check the full fic out on Ao3 here.