Pairing: Micah x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Death, mentions of end of life programs, dealing with death, general angst with little comfort, not beta read
A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written a Micah fic! This is based off this tweet interaction I had with @jennyvipham . Be warned: this is v sad and I have no regrets
Ask box is open! I would love it if you left your thoughts there <3
Secret office romance with nightowl??
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Secretary mc this and secretary mc that… can we see xyx as our secretary pls
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Pairing: Armin x Reader
Summary: A greek god AU in which Armin is a lesser god.
“Fruit ripe and round as a woman’s belly, bright red to match the flush of his cheeks under the sun that it was easy to forget that ichor ran through his veins.”
Content Warnings: Power dynamics, mentions of famine / starvation, mentions of blood / ichor, dubcon (god and mortal), breeding, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, reader death + mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: I finished reading The Song of Achilles yesterday and wanted to write this. It’s different from what I usually do, so I hope you like it. Thanks to @eremiie for beta-reading this <3
Your town was small, populated sparsely across expanding fields of glowing wheat that seemed to ripple like water in the wind. Farmers and merchants mostly, those who made modest livings doing what they could, far outside of the hustle and bustle of any major greek cities that often turned constantly with an ever growing flow of people.
Those places were where the gods resided— or at least, the strong ones— overpowering in their abilities. Large temples resurrected from stone and marble rested at the tops of their building crowded hills, dedicated to some deity whose name was known across the globe. For them, the days and years were treacherous, but their altars and temples overflowed with wine and burnt offerings that would become the ambrosia and nectar of the gods, delicacies in which mortals like yourself couldn’t partake.
MY EMOTIONS COULD NOT HANDLE THIS ONE OML
It's VERY important Tokoyami, he swears!!
Synopsis: For years you two had kept your relationship under wraps at your request because dating the number three hero tended to make things a tad complicated, but you knew that it was eating away at your boyfriend, so you made a decision. What could one night out really do anyway? A lot apparently, a lot.
Reader is gender neutral
Warnings: hate comments, online harassment, paparazzi, insecurity
↪ WC: 7.8k ↪ Ao3 Link
Hawks taglist: OPEN
“Keigo, I’m not asking again, don’t post that picture.”
He puffed out his bottom lip and widened his eyes to the size of the fry pans currently cooking up pancakes. He lifted the phone up to where you could see the Instagram draft, not needing to squint your eyes to know the picture was of you and him having a movie night from a week ago. The caption was probably something cheesy that you would roll you eyes at if you read it, though it would make your heart skip a beat all the same. But the photo nor the caption was the problem.
“I said no.”
Can you do something with Hawks and the first time you touch his face all tender and soft and hold it there all lovingly? 🥰💗🥰 I can only imagine the schmoopiness!
he has a thing about your hands. the size of them, the rise of your knuckles, the soft meat of your palm. he likes the way your fingers curl—-he never thought that’d be something he pines after, but sometimes on slow days he finds himself staring off into space, swept up in the notion of how well you hold things. how your hands were made to be gentle.
he wants it.
not that he’d ever tell you, ever push you one direction or the other. he’s mostly just basking in this little world you two have cultivated for yourselves, a place where it’s just you and the warmth of sake in your chests, or the artificial glow of a tv screen lighting your face in the dark like an angel, or the way your fingers curve and clasp as you peel clementines at the kitchen table.
you don’t remember when you started eating breakfast together. around the time he started getting too busy to hang out every night. around the time you figured out that a day without seeing him laugh is a waste of a day.
breakfast is different than your other get togethers. rarer, for one. quieter, too. there’s a kind of inescapable candidness that comes with it. you’re still in your nightclothes, haven’t done your makeup yet, haven’t made it through your first cup of coffee. hawks doesn’t talk as much, doesn’t feel the need to fill in the space. it’s too delicate for mindless chatter.
he’s been tired lately, but it doesn’t stop him from seeing you. he just slumps in his seat, smiling softly when you hand him segments of fruit, passing them between his own hands for a moment before finally popping it in his mouth.
his dark circles are more prominent today. usually he covers them with concealer—-doesn’t want to let the public know he’s anything but golden—-but he must have forgotten today. it makes him look older, his features more defined. without thinking you reach for him, wanting to smooth them out.
you pause a breath away from his skin, hand curved as if to cup his cheek. he’s staring at you, bright eyes wide. you’ve touched casually before, like all friends do, but this feels like something else. something more.
wordlessly, he closes the gap, lower his cheek into your palm, lips brushing against your wrist, against your pulse point. there’s a moment of ecstatic silence, trepidation and anticipation as you wait for him to pull back, to laugh it off.
he doesn’t. he takes a long, deep breath, and lets it out. it’s warm against your bare skin, has you shuddering in turn. and all hawks can think as you touch him so kindly, so perfectly, is that this must be fate, your hands were made for this. peeling clementines and holding him.
IM CRYING AT 10 IN THE MORNING
Of all the pictures to trouble you, that one has stuck with you. You couldn’t understand why, at first, but later that very night, after catching sight of the faded bite mark forever imprinted on your shoulder, you understood.
It was like he’d been marked. And the whole world could see it.
In which your jealousy gets the better of you…
Main tags: +18 Content (Minors DNI), Hawks x Reader, Female Reader, Rough Sex, Biting, Jealousy, Mild Insecurity, Mild Pain Play, a pinch of angst
Additional tags: Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, LOTS of biting hoo boy, Mirror Sex, sort of, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Sub!Hawks, towards the end, Reader goes a bit feral
A/N: Sorry this was a little rushed! But I hope you all enjoy it! Takes place after Many Happy Returns!
You shouldn’t have kept reading that stupid magazine. In fact, you never should have looked at it in the first place.
Your co-workers like to tease, calling you Hawks’ biggest fan since you’re always checking his status on social media. They even have their fun gifting you his merch for your birthday and other gift-giving holidays, but it’s never malicious. You know this, and it actually takes quite the effort on your part not to make the jokes go on for too long, lest you accidentally reveal something that could have them suspecting you are involved with the Wing Hero in some way.
But the recent prank has left you feeling … prickly.
(NSFW)
hawks | takami keigo x reader
part i || part ii || part iii
word count: ~9.4k
Keigo surrenders to losing himself in the blank-walled, temporary home he inhabits. He finds familiarity in the routine of aches, pains and pills.
You’re his only solace.
warnings: bodily trauma, medical trauma, PTSD, dissociation, suicidal ideation, alcohol as a coping mechanism and graphic description of sustained injury
a/n: oh wow so here it is, big sad fic :’^) part one!! it’s canon divergent from manga chapter 296 onwards.
this one has been a long time coming. please mind the warnings!! this fic deals a lot with trauma and mental illness in tandem. the warnings are going to change with the coming parts, so please be mindful. i don’t wanna get too sappy, but this piece has been my Baby for the past few months, and i’m excited to finally share. that being said, enjoy loves 💞
The Lament for Icarus - Herbert James Draper
mastercopy but with Hawks
I’ve made Hawks’s signature transparent, now he can sign whatever you want!~ ♡
