#hawks x reader lemon

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[moonstruckme]

hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too. 

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter. 

James kisses you lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart. 

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.” 

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.” 

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.” 

“I just like blackberries best.” 

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean. 

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.” 

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth. 

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say. 

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus’ blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night. 

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.” 

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?” 

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?” 

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes. 

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness. 

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?” 

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind. 

“Flirt,” you accuse. 

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.” 

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Jealous Streak

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Summary: After Kylian gets mad over a silly misunderstanding, things quickly heat up between you two, turning his anger into something much more intimate.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: I’m back to writing about Kylian! Recent events surrounding him had been so messy that I couldn’t find any inspiration to write for him anymore, but a new idea arose so here it is! I have a few requests waiting and I’ll get through them as fast as I can & now I will be taking requests about Kylian as well 🫂 hope you enjoy this one! Let me know what you think 🩷

Water droplets clung to your flushed skin as you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel, stepping out of the steamy shower cabin. You grabbed another towel, running it through your damp hair before swiping a hand across the fogged-up bathroom mirror. The haze cleared just enough for you to see your reflection as you applied a few drops of face oil, the soothing sensation adding to the relaxation you desperately needed. The tension from the day melted away, your muscles loose and your mind clearer after the long, steamy escape.

With the towel securely wrapped around your body and droplets still trailing down your warm skin, you padded into the shared bedroom of you and Kylian. He was sprawled on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, absently playing with the TV remote. A random documentary played on the screen, but from the way his eyes glazed over, it was obvious he wasn’t paying attention.

You glanced at him, noticing his lack of acknowledgment as you entered. It wasn’t that he didn’t see you — oh, he noticed. Kylian was angry, his mood as sour as unripe lemons.

You sighed, your annoyance bubbling to the surface. The root of his irritation wasn’t entirely unexpected. The night before, you’d gone to a friend’s birthday party, solo, since Kylian was away for an away game. You had bumped into your ex boyfriend there, exchanged a polite but fleeting conversation, and thought nothing of it. To you, the interaction was so insignificant that it didn’t even cross your mind to mention it when you spoke to Kylian later that night.

But Kylian, ever the hawk-eyed protector, had seen pictures of the party while on the plane home, one of which captured your brief exchange with your ex. He’d flipped. Your reassurances, how brief the interaction was, how little it mattered, didn’t help. He wasn’t just mad that your ex had been there; he was mad that you hadn’t told him about it.

When Kylian arrived home a few hours ago, you’d expected him to have cooled off. You were wrong. If anything, he was more wound up than before, his brooding silence a testament to his irritation. After his passive aggressive digs began to test your patience, you decided to take a shower to escape his sulking. But now, as you stood in front of the vanity applying leave-in conditioner to your damp hair, you couldn’t ignore his childish behavior any longer.

“Am I getting the silent treatment now?” you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.

Kylian sighed, his gaze fixed on the TV. “I’m not in the mood to talk, that’s all.”

“You’re being ridiculous, you know that?” You set the bottle of conditioner down with a frustrated thud.

He didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The double standard wasn’t lost on you. Whenever you got jealous, Kylian would laugh it off, his reassurances wrapped in humor and affection. To him, the idea of you doubting his loyalty or devotion was absurd; he loved you too much to entertain thoughts of anyone else. But when the tables turned, when he was the one feeling the pangs of jealousy, it was a completely different story.

He wasn’t unreasonable — he trusted you implicitly. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that your love and loyalty were his alone. But that didn’t stop the irrational surge of irritation when someone else tried to insert themselves into your space, even momentarily. Jealousy wasn’t about mistrust; it was about his protectiveness, his possessiveness, his inability to tolerate the idea of anyone else claiming even a fraction of your attention.

And now, here he was, stewing in his emotions, dragging both of you into his mood. It was petty, it was unnecessary, and it was maddening.

You perched on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on Kylian, who still stubbornly refused to look at you. Frustrated yet determined, you reached out and placed a hand on his leg, giving him a light shake.

“Come on now, I deserve forgiveness, don’t I?” you said, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes internally at how much of a fuss he was making over something so trivial.

Kylian didn’t respond, his jaw clenching slightly, but his eyes betrayed him. They flickered downward as your towel shifted, slipping just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your cleavage. His gaze lingered, involuntarily captivated, before he snapped himself out of it, tearing his eyes away and gluing them back to the television.

You smirked knowingly. That was it — his resolve was cracking. He was on the verge of giving in, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

“You’re really not going to talk to me?” you teased, your hand sliding up his thigh, your fingers brushing against the sensitive spot that you knew made his breath hitch.

His reaction was instant, his breathing faltered, and his eyes darted down to your hand resting on his leg. But like the stubborn man he was, Kylian quickly averted his gaze back to the screen. “I’m watching something,” he muttered, the words unconvincing even to himself.

You arched a brow, suppressing a laugh. “Oh, really?” you challenged softly, leaning in closer. You were sure he couldn’t even name what the documentary was about if his life depended on it.

Tightening the towel securely around your body, you moved to lie down beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Your proximity was deliberate, your movements calculated. You knew Kylian better than anyone, and you could tell he was fighting a losing battle.

You scooted closer until your body was practically flush against his, your hand sliding up to cradle his jaw. You placed a featherlight kiss on his cheek, your nose brushing against his skin as you inhaled his intoxicating scent.

He didn’t protest — in fact, you could feel him relax slightly under your touch, though his gaze stubbornly remained on the screen.

“Still mad at me?” you murmured, your lips trailing kisses along the curve of his cheek, each one softer and more deliberate than the last.

“A little,” he admitted, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. You were close now, victory was within reach.

“How do I make you forgive me?” you asked, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper as your lips moved down to his neck. His breath hitched again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to resist. Tilting his head to the side, he silently invited you to explore, giving you access to his smooth, warm skin.

You didn’t waste the opportunity, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, slow and tantalizing, just the way you knew he liked them. Each kiss lingered, your tongue flicking lightly against his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“You’ll have to figure that out,” he said, his voice lower now, a teasing edge lacing his tone. His hand moved to tug at your towel, but you swatted it away, stopping him just before he could succeed.

“Not so fast,” you scolded with a playful smirk, pushing his hand aside. You locked eyes with him, your gaze commanding. “Turn the TV off.”

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying without question, reaching over to grab the remote and switching off the screen. The room plunged into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of your kisses as you resumed your exploration of his neck. His skin was already beginning to show the faint marks of your affection, love bites blooming wherever your lips touched.

This battle of wills wasn’t one Kylian was going to win, not tonight.

Your hand slid down his chest deliberately, your fingers gliding over the sculpted ridges of his torso. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the tautness of his abs. Slowly, you slipped your hand beneath the hem of his shirt, letting your palm rest against the firm, warm skin of his stomach.

Your lips moved purposefully from his neck to his ear, where you knew he was most sensitive. As your mouth lingered near his ear, you took your time, savoring the quiet anticipation that built with every second. His breathing grew heavier, a restrained whine rumbling in the back of his throat.

Your lips closed around his earlobe, sucking gently before nipping at it with your teeth. At the same time, your hand ventured lower, cupping and massaging him through his shorts. The moment your touch landed there, Kylian let out a shaky whimper, his body betraying him despite his effort to hold back.

“Fuck, Kylian…” you murmured, your breath hot against his ear, your voice thick with desire. “You’re hard.”

He was, impossibly so. It always amazed you how little effort it took to get him this worked up. But Kylian never felt embarrassed by it; in fact, he encouraged you to embrace the power you had over him, and you did just that.

Teasingly, you paused, removing your hand from his bulge to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Your fingertips skimmed the edge, dipping just slightly inside before retreating, a deliberate game meant to drive him wild. At the same time, your lips stopped their exploration, hovering near his ear but offering no further relief.

Kylian exhaled a frustrated sigh, the tension in his body practically vibrating beneath you. “Y/N,” he said, his tone firm but undercut by an unmistakable desperation.

“What do you want, Kylian? Tell me,” you teased, your voice dripping with sultry confidence. Your hand hovered halfway inside his waistband, motionless, as you gazed down at him. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with need, though his jaw clenched with resistance.

“I—” he started, but the words faltered, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled with his pride.

You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Use your words, baby.” Your mouth found the spot behind his ear again, kissing it softly before dragging your tongue across his heated skin. The reaction was instant — his chest rose sharply as he let out a ragged sigh.

“Touch me,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His head tilted again, baring his neck to you as though surrendering completely.

You pulled back slightly, feigning a look of surprise. “That’s it?” you teased, raising a brow.

When he didn’t respond right away, you began to withdraw your hand, a silent punishment for his hesitation. That’s when he broke.

“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. “Please touch me. Please.”

A wave of satisfaction washed over you at his shameless begging. “Since you’ve asked so nicely…” you said with a wicked smile, sliding your hand fully into his shorts. Your fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, pulling it free from the confines of his underwear. You gave him a few firm, deliberate strokes, feeling his length twitch in your grip.

Kylian’s head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as his body melted under your touch. You worked him slowly at first, savoring every reaction — the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his hips twitched upward, seeking more.

Just as the tension in him began to crest, you pulled your hand away, leaving him gasping in frustration. “Y/N,” he whined, his brows furrowing in protest, but he didn’t move, his body too overwhelmed to resist.

You silenced him with a knowing smirk, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his cock again. This time, your strokes were slick and smooth, your grip firmer as you tugged his foreskin up and down his shaft. Your hand moved with precision, knowing exactly how to unravel him.

Your head remained buried in his neck, your lips grazing and sucking at his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after. You didn’t need to look at what you were doing, your familiarity with his body was second nature by now.

Kylian was a mess beneath you, his body trembling with pleasure. His head lolled back, his mouth open as soft, breathy moans spilled from his lips. His voice was broken, whimpering your name between gasps, and it only fueled your determination to drive him further over the edge.

As your hand worked its magic on him, Kylian’s body tensed beneath you, his stomach muscles clenching involuntarily. His moans grew louder, more guttural, a clear sign that he was nearing his breaking point. You smirked against his neck, relishing the power you held over him. When his hips started to buck upward, chasing the orgasm building within him, you abruptly pulled away, leaving him on the edge and visibly desperate.

“Y/N—” he started, his voice hoarse with frustration. The heaviness in his balls was unmistakable, and his cock twitched in protest, aching for release.

You silenced him with a searing kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips and tangling with his. As the kiss deepened, you reached up and tugged at the knot of your towel, letting it fall away and tossing it across the room. The cool air kissed your bare skin, but the heat radiating from Kylian was all you felt.

In one smooth motion, you broke the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt off over his head, discarding it in the same direction as your towel. Your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest, feeling the firmness of his pecs and the rapid rise and fall of his breath. Straddling him, you felt his hands instinctively grip your hips, his touch possessive and eager.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached down, guiding his throbbing cock to your dripping entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, his length stretching you perfectly. Kylian’s head fell back against the pillows, a loud, guttural moan tearing from his lips as he filled you completely.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure.

Your hands splayed across his chest for balance as you began to move your hips, rolling them slowly to savor the sensation of him deep inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with an intensity that promised bruises. You welcomed the pressure, the reminder of how much he needed you.

“Feel so good, baby. So fucking good,” he cried out, his voice raw and unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but moan in response, the way he stretched you out and filled you making you feel like you were made for him. Every inch of his cock hit you just right, brushing against that perfect spot that sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

Picking up the pace, you began to bounce on his shaft, your movements growing faster and more frantic. Kylian met your rhythm with thrusts of his own, his hips driving upward to match your descent. You were technically on top, but Kylian’s firm grip on your hips dictated the pace, his control subtle yet undeniable.

��Kylian,” you cried out, throwing your head back as waves of pleasure consumed you.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes dropping to where your bodies were joined. The sight of his cock disappearing into you over and over again made him groan deeply, his hand leaving your hip to find your clit. His fingers worked slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make your thighs tremble.

He knew your body like no one else, he could find your sweet spot even if he was blindfolded, underwater, and upside down.

“Merde, mon amour. Tu te sens incroyable,” he rasped, his words dripping with pleasure. His breaths were heavy, his moans frequent and raw as he fought to keep himself together.

Your legs began to tremble, the strain of riding him taking its toll. You gripped his shoulders tightly, using them for support as your pace faltered slightly. Kylian, ever in tune with you, took the lead, bucking his hips upward harder and faster.

“Kylian, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak.

“Come for me, angel,” he urged, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand on your clit didn’t relent, his movements calculated to push you over the edge.

You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. His dark eyes burned into yours, the intensity between you electric. The connection sent you hurtling into your climax, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Your moans mixed with his as Kylian’s hips stuttered, his release following closely behind yours. You felt him twitch inside you as he spilled his load deep within, the sensation prolonging your high. His head fell back against the pillow, his chest heaving as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. Kylian’s hands moved from your hips to gently caress your thighs, his touch soothing where it had once been demanding.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his as you asked playfully, “So, am I forgiven?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled you closer. “I’ll let you know after round two,” he teased, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss.

You laughed softly, your forehead resting against his as the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the aftermath of your love.

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can you write something where pregnant reader has trouble holding her bladder and joel messes with her a bit? 🫶🏻

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife drabble - Hold It

Notes: This is NOT Piss kink, just a little Joel and Preggo reader torture amusement. I have separate PK x preggo wife request coming up soon

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The one thing that women aren’t best at as they get older is holding their bladder. When you gotta go, you go.

And the number one thing that having a fat ass baby shoved up your uterus and pushing aside every organ and pressing the full weight of their tiny bodies on—is your fucking already-terrible-to-hold bladder.

Bumping up and down in Joel’s ugly ass truck with suspension that feels like shit because you can feel every single crevice from every single crack in the road does NOT do well for anything except stir up the amount of liquids inside you.

“Joel,” you whisper warningly, legs scrunched together.

Joel knows the difference between your “Joel” with legs scrunched together and the other “Joel” with legs scrunched together.

“You better not have to p—“

“I have to pee!”

He shakes his head with hearty laugh. “I told you to go 30 minutes ago when we were at the stop.”

“I did go,” you retort venomously. “But now I have to go again.”

“We’re 30 miles from the nearest exit. What do you want me to do?”

“Drive faster?!” Are you fucking dumb?

“We’re an hour late as is. I told you—“

“Don’t you dare fucking scold me like a child Joel Miller, this bitch needs to piss and she needs to go right fucking now.”

“You going on the side of the road?” He suggests with half hearted venom.

You whimper and shake your head. You do NOT want to squat down for a piss next to the highway on the road. You wouldn’t do it not pregnant, but definitely definitely not WHILE pregnant.

“Just—just drive faster. And shut up,” you rasp. You hold your hands between your legs and close your eyes, focusing on willing your baby to help you squeeze that lemon for once. “And don’t breathe. Or cough or just —just don’t exist.”

Joel has to wipe his face to hide the smirk on his lips. Your sheer concentration right now, all burled up and shaking side to side has him holding in a laugh.

 He checks his rear view for any signs of cops, then begins to lean into the gas more. You would pay for the turmoil you’re putting his poor truck through—not in any type of obvious payment of course, but in a more satisfying transaction.

Joel balances the wheel with one knee as he opens a bottle of water set on the dash.

He keeps his eyes on the road and makes the loudest, most grating, obnoxious slurping sounds known to man.

Your head slowly rotates towards him as if a killer hawk were seeing prey landed right next to her. He only peeks over and see the absolutely thinnest lined lips on you, and your exceedingly horrifying wide eyes ready to murder him. 

“MMmMM,” he moans, gulping down the bottle with big swallows so you can hear it sloshing down his jugular with each bob.

“You—you shithead,” you snarl.

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want some?”

You shake your head, neck bowed low because you can’t concentrate on a scolding your asshole husband and holding your urine at the same time.

“M’ gonna ruin your seats.”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be so bad. Got all kinds of your juices on here already, what’s another variety to the blend—“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“Okay okay, I’m pulling off.”

You tumble out of the car before he’s even fully parked, crouching low to the ground begging to God as your last resort to keep. it. In.

Joel just puts his hands on his hips. “You gonna do It through your pants?”

shutupshutupshutupshutup Ohfuckfuckfuck.

He can hear your tiny whimpers, looks down upon his poor little wife and her even tinier bladder about to make a fool of both of them and piss yourself all over your stretchy pants—

He decides you've had enough torture.

“Gas station is 7 feet away, honey.”

You look up and lo and behold, you’re crouched in a parking lot right outside the quaint convenience station, its glowy neon signs and cigarette flyers and “2 for 3” signs illuminating like you had just won the lottery.

“OOHHHH” you gasp, sitting up and holding your vagina in your palm as you wobble into the quaint store like Road Running and down the alley to the bathroom.

Joel comes in afterwards and does the courtesy of buying a few snack for the trip. 

“Pregnant wife,” he muses to the clerk as he slams a few jerky sticks on the counter.

The two of them are startled by a very loud, satisfied moan coming from the women’s toilet room.

The clerk just chuckles and rings up the items.

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He checks his watch again, tapping his fingers on the wheel impatiently. What the fuck is taking you 20 minutes?

Its not until the gas station door chime goes off outside as the door swings open, and you’re coming out with a 32 oz Big Gulp cup of Frozen Pepsi ICEE while happily waving goodbye to the clerk as you waddle back to the car.

You settle your bumbum into the seat with a little wiggle and slam the truck door closed, sipping away happily with two hands fisting the styrofoam cup.

Joel has one arm over the steering wheel, facing you with a frown and deadpan eyes glancing between you and your cup the size of Africa, your annoying slurps filling the silent car.

You don’t pick up on his silent aggravation at all, offering him a chipmunk smile. “M-ready now,“ you chirp.

He grits his teeth while looking at the cup you can’t even wrap your fingers around. Holds his tongue and doesn’t say anything, faces forward and turns the key into ignition.

-

25 minutes later, with your empty Big Gulp cup rolling around on the floor mat:

“Um, J-Joel,” you warn again, this time voice wavering timidly. “Joel, I have to—“

“NO!” 

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₊˚⊹ ♡ . sarah cameron x lemon meringue pie!reader

Going from Pogue to Kook wasn’t something that could actually be done, not really. Sure, you could make a little bit of money and get a house on Figure 8. You could scrub the dirt off your hands and get a country club membership—but that wouldn’t stop the way everyone looked at you over there, the things they whispered behind your back. “Trailer trash dipped in gold is still trailer trash.”

You had assimilated perfectly, and you refused to be told differently. When your family had lived on the Cut, you’d wake up already bored and frustrated. You knew you deserved something better, and you’d get it. And you were right.

The girls on the north side of the island were like hawks, but you didn’t give them anything to mutter about. You’d slipped into your perfect white shirts and delicate silver jewelry and lovely little miniskirts like they were a second skin.

When Sarah, 'kook princess' saw you for the first time, she was shocked that this was the girl they'd all been talking about. Trailer trash? You? You were virtually perfect, not a hair out of place, lips perfectly lined and framing those gorgeous teeth every time you smiled. Wheezie had to nudge her to snap her out of it, insisting, "you've been staring at the new girl for, like, ten minutes. She's gonna think you're some crazy stalker." Sarah had just rolled her eyes, but it was kinda too late. You'd already noticed her staring.

Though Sarah thought she didn't care about the whole kook princess thing, she still found herself unsettled by how perfect you managed to be. Your only exchanges with eachother were a too-sweet, "love that bag," and "where'd you get your hair done? It's gorgeous." Though the way you eyed eachother let pretty much everyone know that jealousy was barely-contained and simmering just under the surface.

Or was it jealousy? Your obsession with eachother and all the facets of your mutual perfection seemed a little too obsessive to just be caused by wanting to be eachother.

One of the many things Sarah had that you didn’t was that tall, blonde boyfriend. You didn't find yourself jealous of her for that—jealous of him, maybe, not that you would admit it. The fact that you felt the need to tear him to shreds and insult everything about him every time Sarah was in earshot was something you blamed on a normal amount of dislike. Regardless of the fact that Topper had technically never done anything wrong to you.

Sarah had made suspiciously little effort to defend him to you, anyway. And there was an upside, of course—you hated Topper so much you'd always understand when she complained about him. She started doing a lot of that to you, complaining about her useless boyfriend. You'd do anything to make your dear, sweet friend Sarah feel better about her failing relationship. She deserved better! She was pretty, and smart, and cool, and Topper was... well, he was Topper.

She’d come over so the two of you could have sleepovers after she finished fighting with him, you’d listen to her complain while she was in the shower and you took your makeup off in the mirror. Sarah would borrow a pair of your satiny PJ shorts and climb into your bed with still-damp hair so you could watch a movie before you fell asleep—though she’s still so tense that you play with her hair, rub her shoulders lightly to make her feel better, hands drifting down to her stomach to rub soothing circles, until you dip down into the front of her shorts and make her feel much better. She leans into you and the two of you make out with your hands down eachother’s pants like frenzied alleycats, the furthest thing from ‘chic and proper’ which is what you’re supposed to be.

After that, you have stolen glances at Kook parties, Sarah telling her brother to go fuck himself when he’s bothering you. You sneak off to the bathroom to make out for a while and feel eachother up before straightening out eachother’s perfectly pressed pastel outfits and returning to the party. Meetups at the dock, swimming at your secret spot, going shopping, and sleepovers. Sleepovers, sleepovers, sleepovers.

At first it’s just hooking up, experimenting with eachother’s bodies like you’re teenagers again, like everything is new and exciting and hot (it is.) The rest bleeds into the edges slowly, the cozy evenings pressed together, holding hands when you’re shopping, picking out outfits for eachother and exchanging snarky comments while you do your makeup together that always somehow dissolve into laughter and sidelong, tension-filled glances.

You’re practically a matching set, people ask ‘where’s the other one?’ when one of you is alone. Most of Figure 8 seems to forget that you’re not from there. You’re inseparable from the Sarah Cameron. No one would dare call you a trashy outsider again, gone are the days of whispers behind your back.

But, of course, that could change in a moment—and you’re sure it will.

You know Sarah is mustering up the courage to break up with Topper and tell him that she’s with you now. You hear her rehearsing what she’s gonna say in the bathroom sometimes, when she doesn’t realize you’re close by.

For now, you’re content to have her in secret, in the privacy of your bedroom, the country club bathroom, the dressing room at the boutique… the list goes on.

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters

- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.

John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no. 

There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.  

He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted. 

You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.

Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.

While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”

You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.

Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.

Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.

When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. “Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.” 

You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.

Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”

“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”

“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.

It’s more than fine.

It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.

“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge’s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.

You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?” 

You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.

 “I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.” 

He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.

“What if...I took you shopping?”

You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.

It catches your breath in your throat. 

“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”

You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest. 

“Very funny.”

You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.

However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer. 

“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree. 

John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.

The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.

“John...”

You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful. 

He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside. 

“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.

“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you. 

“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.

He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.” 

You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.  

“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.” 

You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.

Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.

“Why are you being so good to me?” 

“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that. 

It makes you sigh. 

“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat. 

“You can call me John.”

“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.

He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?

“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.

You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.  

He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content. 

None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.

John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.

“Can we just…look?” 

You are trying to be reasonable. 

“We can.” 

As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.

It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.

He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.

Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.

John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.

You feel absolutely silly.

“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...

When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.

“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.

[onlyforyoukook]

Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

12. GIVE IT SOME TIME

you step into the cafe, the air thick with the scent of coffee and the soft hum of chatter. taeyong is already sitting at a table in the corner, his face hidden behind a cap and sunglasses, though his posture gives away his nerves. he looks up the moment you approach, pulling his cap down lower like it’ll help him blend in.

“thank you for coming,” he says softly.

you sit across from him, folding your hands in your lap. “you said it was important.”

he nods, his hands clasped tightly around his coffee cup. “it is. i’ve been thinking about us—about what i lost.”

you shift uncomfortably. “taeyong, that was a long time ago.”

“it doesn’t feel that way to me,” he admits, leaning forward. “i messed up. i know that. but i was stupid, y/n. i thought being famous was everything, but nothing mattered as much as you.”

you take a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze. “it’s over. it has been for a while.”

as taeyong continues talking, you don’t notice the group that walks in. mark, your brother, leads the way, his usual confident stride slightly hesitant when he spots you. behind him is haechan, flanked by a couple of his friends.

haechan freezes in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as they land on you and taeyong. his friends exchange glances, whispering to each other, but haechan doesn’t join them. instead, he slips into a seat at the far side of the cafe, his gaze fixed on you like a hawk watching its prey.

mark follows his line of sight and frowns, but he doesn’t say anything. he just orders his drink and joins the group.

“i just…” taeyong’s voice cracks, pulling you back to the table. “i miss you, y/n. i miss us.”

you let out a soft sigh. “taeyong, we didn’t work for a reason. we’re too different. and i’ve moved on.”

“but what if we tried again?” his tone is almost desperate now, his hands reaching across the table toward yours. “i can be better this time. i swear.”

you pull your hands away. “it’s not about you being better. it’s about me knowing what i want. and i don’t want to go back to that.”

you push your chair back, standing up. taeyong looks up at you with a mix of hurt and hope, but you don’t falter. “i’m sorry,” you say quietly.

as you walk out of the cafe, you pass by mark and the others without even noticing. haechan’s eyes follow you until you disappear through the door, his jaw clenched, his drink untouched.

once you’re gone, mark leans closer to haechan, his voice low. “you good?”

haechan doesn’t answer, his gaze still lingering on the door.

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Die in your arms #7

Alastor x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Implied SA, imprisonment, trauma, blood, food deprivation.

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June 1914. New Orleans, Louisiana.

Alastor had his lunch routine. He would take the bag you packed for him every morning, sit on a bench in front of the ferry landing, and try to guess how many tourists would trip over the slightly raised board halfway up the ferry.

It never failed to make him laugh, and it was always better accompanied with your lunches. Getting married was a good investment, he had three meals a day that were no longer cold oatmeal, half-cooked meat, or leftover jambalaya from two nights ago. Or when he had given up on life before meeting you, ham and cheese sandwiches.

So far, 26 people have tripped, and two have fallen face first against the old wood of the harbor. Alastor nearly choked on his bottle of water while chuckling like a scholar. 

Between his socio-political thoughts and the lines of his next segment, instead of reading the name of the interviewee of the day, he began to read your name out loud. After that night he spent with you, he couldn’t stop gravitating in your space, like a satellite attracted by your magnetic field.

The worst thing for him was that you pretended that nothing had happened. He wanted to blame it on the alcohol you had drunk before seeing him, but when he saw how you looked at him out of the corner of your eye from time to time, he realized that it was on purpose.

It was frustrating, just as he noticed that you left the door to your room ajar, however, without an out-loud invitation, his mother's upbringing prohibited him from crossing the threshold. He might be a cannibal, but after reading what you went through he wasn’t going to slip under your sheets without your consent, he wasn’t a monster. 

On his way back to the station he saw the perfumery across the street. The hospital smell of your skin was in his brain, and he thought, maybe he could break the ice with something that smells better than bandages. At worst he would use the perfume as a bathroom freshener, in case you throw it at his head.

He would have gotten less evil eye and hostility at a police station. The cashier watched him like a hawk, as if he were going to steal something, one of the ladies behind the counter began to remove the products with greater reach as a precaution. As if it were a necessity for him to go so far as to steal from them.

"Good afternoon, sorry to bother you, my wife's birthday is in a few days and I would like to check out some options for perfumes and creams," he faked his best smile despite the saleswoman's obvious displeasure. "It depends on what your wife likes, the most popular are flower scents," she didn't try to help him or hide her repulsion, Alastor was going to make a comment about it until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ignore her, she's rude to everyone," a young lady, whose face he wasn't going to bother remembering, laughed and instructed the saleswoman to show Alastor three different perfumes.

One smelled like a botanical garden, another like a beach, and the last one like a lemon tree. He decided on the first and last one, along with their counterparts in body creams and soaps. The young lady also recommended a non-scented scrub, which Alastor liked because of the consistency.

He paid, then clocked back in to continue working. 

When the night had come, he expected to come home, have dinner, and surprise you with what he had bought. However, from a distance he saw that the door to his house was slightly open.

His blood froze, his heart began to beat a thousand times a second, creating adrenaline in case he had to do something improper. He looked around, noticing that the usual police car was not there, the lock on the door did not seem forced, and the light in your room was on.

He closed the door behind him, slowly put the gift bag on the kitchen counter then headed upstairs, knowing how to step on each tile so as not to make it creak.  

As he climbed up, he noticed that there were bloody drag marks on the wall and new dents in the wooden banister. The decorative pictures in the hallway were torn and the larger pieces had been used as daggers, judging only by the bloody tip.

The door to your room was open, the hinges dislodged and the lock smashed. There were signs of violence everywhere, and it got worse the closer he got. Under your bed skirt he could see the large body of a man, pants down and genitals severed.

He opened the closet door, nothing. The bathroom, nothing. 

As his heart began to race, he felt a chilling breeze. The back door. 

He nearly tripped as he went down the stairs, sprinted through the kitchen, then froze when he saw a large black man in front of you. He made you look so small, and yet, he had a tender look on his face that put an ease on Alastor’s gut feeling. 

“How…How did you find me in time?” Your voice broke, air caught in your throat. Alastor took a step back, he was used to seeing you high in your stance, fierce, not broken like a child being scolded for breaking a vase. 

“I’ve been looking for you since you left, I’m so glad you’re alive” the man kneeled and pulled you against him. You just embraced him, no hesitation, no restraint…that somehow pissed Alastor off. He wondered, who was this man?

“I lost your track since you entered the military, then saw your face in the paper, that led me here” he brushed your hair off your face, caressing over your scar. He saw no flinch, you trusted him that much. “Just like last time, oddly on time” You buried your body in his embrace, tenderly, comfortably. 

The man then caught Alastor’s stare out of the corner of his eye. The smile and particular glint in his eye gave Alastor an uncomfortable prey feeling. “I don’t want to alarm you, but your husband is here” he was waiting to see if you would jump out of his embrace like you were doing something wrong, instead, you looked like you regretted leaving the man’s embrace, then took some distance, avoiding Alastor’s eyes. 

“There’s a dead man in my wife’s room” he spoke, ever so matter-of-fact. The man pushed himself up from the ground, clapped his hands and cracked his knuckles, “I’ll get it for you” every step he made thudded against the ground. He felt like a deer facing a lion. 

“You don’t have to” you took his arm, the man recoiled back slightly, then laughed tenderly. “Dahlia, It’s the least I can do” he caressed your face then squeezed past Alastor to head upstairs. 

“What happened?” Alastor took off his coat and let it fall around your shoulders.“You’re smart, you probably already figured it out” he did, he had the answer already upon seeing the mess, but did not appreciate your dismissive tone. But there was one variable that was still unknown, “And him?” one you apparently wouldn't help him figure out entirely.

“He helped me” you thought that was enough information, judging by the frown he made, it wasn’t. He started rubbing his fingers together. You had seen that before, but never so hard that he started tearing layers of skin. He was staring at the entrance leading to the kitchen, a very intense and angry stare.

With a little courage you took his index finger that was tearing his thumb, with your hand, to slowly intertwine his hand with yours completely.

The thumping steps were back and so you took distance from Alastor, clutching his coat around yourself. “I’ll get rid of it for you and lead the gang to a dead end” Axl winked and threw the body over the fence, like it weighed nothing. “You sure you don’t want to eat something first?” you offered, to which he laughed wholeheartedly,  “I’d love to, but I sense your man here will kill me if I don’t leave the premises, won’t you butcher?”.

His blood ran cold. How? When? Then Alastor connected the dots. The matching profile, the small shiny axe strapped to his waist, “The axeman” he whispered, a mixture of amazement and fear.  “Keep it to yourself and I shall do the same” a half threat laced with a smile, can’t say he wasn’t impressed. 

He limited himself to nodding, “I suppose I owe now” for saving his wife while he was at work. “Not at all, brother, little Dahlia over here helped me when I needed it the most, several times” The axeman patted Alastor’s shoulder, a little too roughly, “It was nothing, and a pleasure. You know which number to dial if you need help” he looked over to you and ruffled your hair. “Stay safe” you muttered, watching him jump over the fence and disappear in the dark. 

The sound of running water led Alastor to the bathroom after finishing cleaning downstairs. He hoped to talk about what had happened, although the slight sound of whimpering and grunting led him to knock on the bathroom door, step in and watch the scene. There you were, knees drawn up to your chest, aggressively scrubbing your skin with a dish sponge.

He didn't dare say anything, he just walked a little to take the sponge from your hands. He put out the cold water, then wrapped you up in a soft towel, “Come here” he softly guided you out of the tub to sit at a stool. “Wait for me here” he instructed, firm but gentle.

He got the gift bag, some cleaning supplies and went back upstairs.

He prepared the water, leaving it at a temperature warm enough to prevent you from getting a cold, but not enough to make any wounds irritate on contact.

“Smell this” he held one of the scented soaps close to your nose, there was curiosity, but not the reaction he was looking for, he went for the garden scented one and he got you to take it from his hand.  

“You think I stink?” It took him some effort not to laugh, but then he just smiled at you, “No, but smelling of bandages and rubbing alcohol is a bit depressing isn't it?” He helped you back inside the tub once there was enough water. 

Since he had already seen your body, what were a few newer bruises going to change? you thought as you took his hand and allowed him to scrub your arm with a softer sponge. “I haven’t given it much thought” you admitted, turning your face from his. 

“Have you eaten?” you shook your head, you were about to when the gangster showed up. “Would you like to?” a nod, it was a good sign that you were willing to eat, after everything that must’ve happened in his absence that is. “There’s stew and tomato salad” you remembered, the pot must still be on the counter.

“May I ask-?” you knew what he was going to ask, “Did you have a good day today?” so instead you cut him off. “Y/n-” he gave you a serious tone and stare, you could feel it on your skin as he massaged a bruise on the side of your neck,  “I listened to half of your segment, then the music turned boring”.

His ego grew exponentially bigger with the confession you made, but he maintained the seriousness of the moment. He sighed and uttered your name again, this time brushing your hair with some shampoo. 

By the time you decided to tell him, you parted your lips, leaving a soreness from biting the inside. You took a deep breath that felt like swallowing water into your lungs. 

“He entered through the back, I tried to push him out the front door without going out, he grabbed me and pushed me against the railing, forced me up the stairs, then tried to force himself inside me” you rushed the recap of the events all in one breath, leaving out just how many times he managed to pin you down.

He was able to tell anyways, just by how many grab marks you had on your skin. He could almost see him on you, how the sound of your body hitting the floor must’ve been. It pissed him off, to say the least.

“Was he able to…” he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words, lucky for him you answered just as fast. “No, Axl came in just in time to pull him off of me, then I cut his genitals and flushed them down the drain” Alastor rinsed the second coat of shampoo before adding conditioner, while you finished up scrubbing your body.  

The man had just removed his briefs when Axl pushed the door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges. He had already touched, licked and bitten your skin, but there was no major injury, no thanks to Axl who punched the man to his death. 

“We went outside after I felt a quick rush, my heart…I just needed fresh air, he helped me out” Your vision had clouded, your body was shaking and your breathing, you couldn't decide whether to inhale or exhale, everything was a mess. You had experienced panic attacks before, so you knew how to ground yourself, but in the haze you could barely look for four objects in the room that you could touch. 

Once outside, Axl waited while you rode out your anxiety and anger.

And then Alastor showed up.

Now that he was all caught up he continued to massage some bruises and tender spots.

“We met in a cell, I got a bit of food while he got nothing” you decided to let him in on a fact so he wouldn’t make up wrong ideas in his head. “I split my rations and give him the biggest part” memories flooded your brain, both horrible, and others not so bad. 

“He got out before me, then came back to help me escape” in the dead of night, when there was nothing but your ragged breath and the smell of blood and gunpowder, the door busted open. You jumped from a corpse to attack whoever had arrived, when Axl blocked your attack. ‘Dahlia, breathe’ he ordered, so fiercely it gave you a chill. He guided you out, using his arm as a support.

“We parted ways when I recovered and then I entered the military” you uttered, remembering the cabin covered in snow.

‘Dahlia, please’ he pleaded, arms around your shoulders. ‘I can’t stay’ he wanted you to be his, to leave the revenge behind, to dedicate to a life of peace without retaliation. But you couldn’t sleep, thinking of just how many had died before you, and for what? Only a few had died compared to the numbers you released, but there were more trapped, more waiting for someone to deliver them. 

‘I’m sorry’ you used his knife to draw a large fast cut from his chest to his lips. As soon as he let you go, you ran, hearing him yell your name, the one he gave you as well as your own.

The splash of water to rinse the soap on your back brought you to the moment.

“And Dahlia?” he asked, “It’s a pet name, we don’t use real names” for a reason you no longer remember. You let go of a deep sigh, “Satisfied?” you uttered as he watched you tense your shoulders again. The whole path of scars following the movement. 

He rested his chin on your shoulder, humming a tune, unknown. His face against your neck was warm, slightly rough from his barely growing beard. “Scratchy,” you commented. “Oh yeah? Should I shave?” Alastor pressed closer to your face, rubbing his cheek against yours. “You’d look pretty interesting with a beard, but I like you better with just the mustache” you pressed back.

“As you wish” one kiss, one slight, gentle, tiny kiss to your cheek. How could that trigger such a violent chill, a rush of blood up your cheeks. A smile ever so sweetly, and so dangerous.  

“How about you finish here while I clean up your room?” you hummed a yes in response as you watched him shake the bottle of chemicals he uses to clean the basement.

Why the hell did you let him in? Why did it matter? it? When did he begin to matter?

And most importantly… The more he knows, the more danger he'll be in if you leave, or would it be worse if you stay?

“Fuck” you hugged yourself. The water was now cold.

[axelsagewrites]

Courting Aemond Targaryen would include:

Pairing: Aemond x f!reader

Masterlist Here

He would be very formal and distant at first 

He would see it as something to do for his family and for his house to start

Alicent would take you in as a handmaiden or lady of Heleanas so you could spend time with your future husband 

He is just as distant in person 

Will kiss your knuckles or hand and bow his head but never speak 

But he'll watch you like a hawk when you're at the castle 

He's entranced by how you speak and move 

He starts showing up to family dinner more often when he realised you attended nightly 

If Aegon showed up for once he'd beeline to sit on your other side, Heleana was always next to you on the other 

And if Aegon spoke to you his jaw would lock and he'd stare his brother down 

It rarely worked to deter him though and sometimes seemed to stoke him on 

Of course the whole time you'd be oblivious to this as you discussed bugs and court life with Heleana

Even during these dinners Aemond rarely spoke 

One time he tried to pay you a compliment on your dress before he walked in the room with you

He stuttered so badly it barely came out before he excused himself and didn't show back at dinner for a few days 

This was when you finally started to pick up on things 

This boy would blush when you sat next to him 

He would convince himself you were only doing it out of obligation and didn't get his hopes up 

However when you attended your first ball at court he glared when you danced with Jace 

It was your first dance of the night and Aemond hated that Jace had the courage he lacked

So Aemond decided fuck it and stole you for the next dance 

And the next and next 

He was the only one you danced with for the rest of the night 

Both your feet were in agony but it was worth it 

Due to the pain he escorted you back to your chambers where you kissed his cheek 

Aemond didn't want to wash that cheek for a week and was obsessed with you after that 

Suddenly he would spend all his time with you asking you questions and listening to your stories 

You would take walks in the garden and have lunch together 

He started leaving gifts in your chambers for you 

Necklaces, lemon cakes, fine wine, silk threads, flowers 

Whatever you wanted he would give

He also started demanding to speed up the courtship and be wed 

He promised to take you out on Vhagar for your honeymoon

It was hard to get Aemonds trust but once you had it he was always by your side, protecting you and loving you 

A/N: only had time to write some head cannons for now since I need to go to a family thing but gonna hopefully write more when I'm home 🤞also will sort out tag lists tonight after that

[blowingsand]

Dark chocolate

Mihawk x reader

Firearms x swords

Blood, bad language, heavy (?) intimacy, gore.

Dead dove

Maybe some NSFW

Minors,pls, get out.

Male reader. (You can see as gn also)

Continuation of Blood roses 🌹

You breathe fresh air from morning after being attacked, you find problems to sail far from your destroyed ship to search for help. As soon as you put your feet in the sand, you notice the presence.

He is here, hawk eyes are here.

You gasp and look around, a fine island with a castle and many.... ghosts around here, not the spirits or the souls, but all memories and desires that people leave behind when dies. After some walk, you were close to some ruins, nothing new to you, calm, cold, some echoes from the past, and you were alone, not a single alive person nearby. That makes you comfortable in a certain way, at least no enemy, and there was some medicine around ruins and many herbs and roots you could find some use to.

You walked more into the forest, marking some trees and breaking some branches to show you the way back. The echoes were clear; a father talks to her daughter, "and the yellow root, Camblia facinallis, are poisonous, but within 3 grams boiled in salted water can remove the toxins and become an exceptional tea for headaches." The voices fade away. You took some root with you and pass from the next tree You heard the voices, and then your the next one, soon you had enough for your crew to sail safe to some island with a doctor.

You took some time in your walk. Back to the ruins to collect the non perecible med kit, you also found some ammunition, perfect for your guns. "Why not take a rest now? The crazy swordsman must be in the castle at this hour. It's almost night." Also, some stupid idea, "I wanna relax now," you think,"will be shooting those bad fruits. " Soon, you'll realise how bad that mistake was.

After putting all the apples and lemons in a line, you start to draw and shoot the fruits. The ammunition was as new. You were happy, and you lost nothing of your potential, perfect aim, and control of the trigger. "Thanks, I know I'm good." You laughed and wave to the imaginary audience. "Maybe I should show more." You trow several oranges up and shot all at one. One bullet did all the service. That's the one thing you're good for, using guns, don't matter which, if it's blades or pistols, you were born for that.

Were... you were the best, but lose in swords to a man, and never has the courage to touch a sword to fight again. Tears rolled in your " What if someone beats me in shooting? Well, I guess I die then." Maybe it was time to make it. You draw the sword and point to some poor watermelon, you cut in four easily, then cut again each piece in four again.

What should be your next oponente? That pike of tomatoes, each one cut in half in less time than never. Next, the pears, then more oranges and mellons. You feel free.

Free, really free. "So it's it, what you spirits and the man sitting in that stone think about my show?" You stop and analyse every word you just said. What? You look back and lose your breath and colours.

"It was impressive, I must admit. But against a real oponente, what can you do?" He takes his blade on hands. "It seems you think about our last conversation, the one about honour in the battlefield. "

You hold your sword with the dominant hard and draw the pistol with the other. "I think I don't learn nothing. You're strong, ha, more than anyone in the seas, then where is the honour fighting with us? You know it, don't you? You know you can't lose."

"Intersting observation. But I don't see where the fighting fair is not honourable." He prepares Yoru.

"It's just a hunting game for you, not a duel. Moron." You point your pistol to his chest. "Come and I'll hunt you this time."

"Let's see then."

You shot first, and then he attacked. Hawkeyes send your bullet back, the one you cut easily, but let your chest open to his second hit. You jump back and find the higher ground in some rocks, then try to create a solid plan.

"You are not bad. If at least fight fair." He mocks

"Say the Spanish pimp with a sword bigger than him to none approach you." You mock back and see his expression become harder.

"It's only my strategy to win." He give it back

"And guns are mine!" You shoot him twice.

He just stepped aside and blocked the projectiles as it was nothing. Then, let the left leg free to be cut open. You find that weak point, reload your gun with three more bullets and jump to him cutting high, he defend, and you give several high and low onslaught, two high and one low. So he put you to defend and start his sequence.

So you back to attack when you shot in his eye, and Mihawk needed to defend that haki bullet. You keep your sequence two high to one low.

Except for the last line, one high and two down, the subit change took the swordsman unprepared. He loses a bit of posture to rearrange his defence, but that less than half second was what you expected. You just stuck your gun in his chin and pull the trigger.

"That's for my dead comrades, your... your..." You think a good insult fit that man, but he is perfect. Beautiful, brave, have a good smell, and you think you're starting to like him. "Your cock sucker..." You finish.

He deviates from the bullet. You are speechless.

"I think I can consider a victory to me today."

What?

A sudden pain emerges from your abdomen. He cuts your guts when you come to close. The blood runs from the open wound. You think that's your end. Fall in your knees breathing heavily.

"What happened, little rabit? Weren't you coming to hunt me?" You could hear his joy in that low and sober voice.

"It's not finished yet. Only ends when my blood runs dry, only when my air vanishes." You groan, looking up into Mihawk golden eyes.

"So let's finish"

"No. Not today." You point your gun to his head. "I'll not let you cut me like that. If I'm going to die, it will be by my terms."

You stand, shaking, but stand. Trow the bag to the swordsman. "Take it to my ship together with my sorrow."

"And what are you doing now, werido? Just accept your defeat. "

"Only dead." You put the gun in your head. "I die by my terms, as I said."

"Don't be silly, I know you used your three bullets before."

"No, I have a least one."

"You don't have. I'll end this bullshit."

He attacks your arm. That was the final chance, you make the aim and shot the last bullet you saved to this moment.

Smell of a different blood, your pistol was cut, and the impact undo the aim, but the projectile found his leg by millimetres. It's not a real injury, but you saw his blood this time.

"I said to you, fool, I would leave this world by my own terms. You lose." You laughed

"Sweet destiny.

How sweet is to depart from this life laughing?

I will find my way through the silvery waters..."

You lay in the ground. He sits beside your body.

"So, why was that for?" He questioned.

"For my comrades that died in that ship. They trusted me to be the best."

"And at the end you were, you really was my best fight in a long time, my dear. It's a pity you chose to die here. In another life, we could even have been friends."

"In another life, we could be drinking together, we all. Eating sweet chocolate."

He caresses your face gently as a lover. "If you survive, maybe we can."

"If I survive?" You laughed good. "Look to me. Could I survive with my guts exposed like that?"

"I have a good doctor in the castle."

"You're lying"

"No, I'm not. An old friend comes with his crew these days. They have a doctor. "

You close your eyes. "I don't believe. "

"That's ok, you don't need to believe things to them be true." Mihawk runs his fingers through your lips. "People don't need to believe you to you be who you really are. Not everything can be seen by eyes. I have a doctor, you are your best."

You smile and close your eyes. "Am I?" You ask for yourself.

"You take blood from me only with strategy. Be good at things you are born to be. Don't waste your life with the dreams of others."

"I ever lived only for me. That was my mistake."

Mihawk takes you close to him, embracing you softly, and ask. "Wich fruit did you eat?"

"A hito hito no mi anata. I wanted to give it a try. I thought I could be better after all."

Also know as Shin Shin no mi.

"And you found yourself?"

"Yes, I found it."

You want to live, but you can't say loud, at the end you finally did it, got your revenge. But at what cost? "I want to live." Fuck that pride.

"Good chose." The swordsman took you and headed to the castle. "You would earn nothing ding here. Just maybe the 'otherside' ."

I think I'll give it a final chapter another day.

[kittyfuckincheshire]

HIS FAVORITE THING TO DO IN BED

MHA x READER ONESHOTS FLUFF,LEMON

Shoto Todoroki-

He likes to tease you,rubbing his hands up and down your body, in between your thighs, he likes to watch your body shake and shiver in anticipation.

Bakugo Katsuki-

He likes to bite your neck and push you down, he likes feeling your soft flesh between his lips, he likes to hear you moan and grab his hair.

Izuku Midoriya-

He is really sweet,he will kiss you all over and literally worship you, had a bad day? don't worry he has snacks and a favorite drink ready for you before you lay down and then when you do lay down he gives you a massage until you fall asleep.

Tokoyami-

He likes to finger you until you feel like you can't breath, rubbing his fingers on your clit, while thrusting his deft fingers inside you, curling and scissoring you. Blissfully stretching you out while placing soft kisses and pecks.to your neck. The feeling of your back arching against his chest makes him wild. He loves to dominate you and is very kinky.

KIRISHIMA-

He likes to fuck you in missionary pose,so he can look at how happy hes making you,He also likes to kiss you roughly to feel you pant, he'll also rub your sides as he fucks you hard.

DENKI-

Hes hesitant about touching you so he always wears condoms, even on his finger so he doesn't accidentally shock you. You dont mind though,he loves it when you suck him off, he loves the feeling of your tongue along his veins so Much that he spasms when you lick his shaft somtimes.

SHINSOU-

he loves tying you up and edgeing you over and over until your begging him to let you relese. Mans a tease and he can't deny it. Sometimes with your consent he'll use his quick to help you relax after a hard day, he'll even experiment incorporating his quick into sex if you wana.

SERO-

He loves to fondle your nipples and boobs, yep he's a boob guy. He likes to feel your flesh in his fingers while he stands behind you and kisses your shoulder and neck drawing moans from you. I kinda feel like he would be into bondage but that's up yo yall.

SHOJI-

He likes to eat you out while kissing and fingering you. He's gotten so good at controlling his limbs that it drives you insane while your in bed. Hell kiss you with.his real mouth while licking your clit with one of his limbs and fingers you with his hands. He will go to ex stream lengths to male you feel good.

lIDA-

He was never the one to "fuck" around in bed. Kiss,fuck and done. He never really does it for his own pleasure, but on occasion when he gets horny, he'll tie you up and slam you against the head rest.

DABI-

He likes to grind against you to tease you, and turn him on. You can feel his cock against you while he does this begging to be freed and it drives you crazy. Also this !an loves to bite you and give you hickeys all the time weather your in bed and alone.or your sitting at the bar he will be sticking and biting your neck. No shame.

SHIGIRAKI-

He likes tying you up and controlling you. He likes to see you try to hold BA k your emotions and control your self. !and a tease at times, and he loves it when you cock warm him in bed weather its in bed or while he's gaming he loves it.

HAWKS-

hawks loves to fuck you hard while useing his feathers to rub circles on your clit and tits, he loves it when you suck him off and look at him at the same time. Sometimes he'll let you preen his feathers in bed but usually he's focussed on your pleasure.

AIZAWA-

Will finger you while he sucks on your neck and he's got your hands tied up behind your back fucking you hard loves pet names like kitten and loves it when you call him daddy or sir. He's definitely one that will give you over stimulation and multiple orgasam denials before he lets you cum.

HIZASHI-

He's a loud guy even in bed hes constantly telling you how good you are for him and calling you pet names like songbird or sunshine. He's kinda like a bunny in bed he's got stamina but he is also really rough to it kinda like the perfect balance with him.

Sorry guys for taking so long to post this I had a bunch of shit happen this month and I kinda forgot to post so here is a new one for y'all to gobble up.😽

[rosinaparker]

Welcome!

Two users are sharing this account so if you'd like to support a private account feel free to do so! @roseleestuff (serina doesn't have a tumblr account so just bear with her😔)

We are absolutely indecisive and always change our content-

But we will mostly write about:

Straykids

Schoolbus graveyard

Genshin

Mha

South park

Haikyuu!!

REQ RULES

What we'll write: fluff, platonic, angst, NSFW, Lemon, headcannons, oneshots, scenarios, imagines, character x character, x reader, afab, amab, male/female reader and gn reader♡

What we wont write: incest, SA, age gap, teacher x student and ocs

IMPORTANT

It will be mostly written as female reader! So if you want it to be gn/male please request it :)

If you want a story from one of us specifically, use ✩ for rose or ˙ᵕ˙ for serina :D

Pretty inactive

We wont write for everyone nsfw since we dont feel comfortable with certain characters

Masterlist under the cut ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

MASTERLIST

Nsfw will be marked red.

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoriya:

Simp!Izuku x reader

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Bakugou Katsuki:

Explosive opposites

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Shoto Todoroki:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Hitoshi Shinso:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Denki Kaminari:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Monoma:

Thats my girl

Hawks:

Midnight Conversations

A Midnight chase

Straykids 9th Member AU:

Skz 9th member

It was an accident

Skz 9th member: Lost in Paris

Straykids:

Skz texts; how they act when you’re on your period hyung line

Skz texts; how they act when you’re on your period maknae line

Skz headcannons easter

Skz texts; how they show affection hyung line

Skz texts; how they show affection maknae line

Bang Chan:

Skz arcade date

Lee know:

The red means i love you

Cat cafe

Changbin:

Nothing yet…

Hyunjin:

A menace to society

Tickle headcannons

Felix:

Bf!felix headcannons

The red means i love you

Han jisung:

Spiderman au

Skz arcade date

Rainy day huh?

Seungmin:

Need me that bad?

The red means i love you

Jeongin:

Skz arcade date

Schoolbus Graveyard:

Sbg angsty headcannons

Genshin:

Nothing yet…

South Park:

Nothing yet…

Haikyuu!!:

Nothing yet…

Hope you stay for a while! ^^

-Serina˙ᵕ˙/Rose✩

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

My Hero Academia X Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh by Ace_hazbin You can request fluff and cute shit or Give me anything your freakish little minds can think of the only things I draw the line on is (non-con, shit kink, anything to do with kids) anything else is open. Character: Deku Bakugo Todoroki Mina Denki Kirishima Dabi Shigaraki Toga Aizawa All Might Endeavour Midnight Say if you want fem, male, non-binary, trans, anything you want! Words: 76, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカ��ミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Rei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Smut, Lemon, Face-Fucking, Breast Fucking, Fucking, Fucking Machines, Threesome - F/M/M, Students, Doggy Style, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Gay Sex, Public Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, Phone Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh

[ao3feed-izch]

What Would Mha characters do during (Here)

by HoneyyBunn

This book is a one-shot book full of wholesome and slightly unwholesome content. Any character, any ship (No minor x adult or crimes)! This is also a reader insert book so feel free to give y/n prompts!

Words: 116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Manga & Anime, Fan Comics, Sad, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Lemon, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hugs, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, Late Night Conversations, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52543363

[thehusbandoden]

Requesting Rules

Masterlist

Hi! Please keep this page friendly and politic free! My requests are always open and I'll write almost anything! Here are my rules of what I don't write and whom I don't write for! (For personal reasons mostly)

Rules for Requesting:

No NSFW ($mut, lemon, lime, etc) whatsoever!

No r@pe or sexual assault.

No abortions, or topics of abortion.

No NTR.

No suicide-comfort is okay! Just lmk what to avoid in my writing!

No actively abusive relationships. If it's comfort for a break up from an abusive relationship or an abusive past (like Shoto's, Dabi's, Hawks', or similar) that's fine!

No cheating! Once again comfort or in the past is okay! Also, if the reader thinks the character cheated or the character thinks the reader cheated and it gets resolved- that's okay too!

No poly relationships. (Reader x character1 x character2) Love triangles are okay though, but only if the reader ends up with one.

Unless it's platonic (not romantic/a ship), I will not write female reader x character reader or male reader x male character.

Who I won't write for (x reader):

Overhaul; Mineta; Endeavor; All For One; any character introduced in season 7 or in the manga (due to my lack of knowledge)

I will write them if they're background characters, not the love interest for y/n.

Who I won't write for (at all):

Magne; Toga; Twice

(For personal reasons <3)

Have a good day/night and know that you're very loved!

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