Hello! My name Hon3yyluvz, you can just call me honey! I’m a writer on here, and I really hope I can actually be someone that you guys can actively look for, and have me as a favorite creator!!
I am of legal age, but I’d prefer it to remain anonymous for my safety. There are creeps out there guys who will age fetishize women regardless of how old they actually are!! So, to hopefully avoid such comments, I will not publicly state my age.
I identify as a female, pronouns: She/Her/They/Them : I’m German, and French, so white. I’m American. (Please help me.) and if there’s a problem with any of these things, DNI with my page.
I am bisexual, and will write for any gender!
I am also autistic, so if I say something that offends someone, I am not being a MAJOR dick. 😭
I have a terrible, TERRIBLE ability to read social cues, and I genuinely do not think what I’m saying is gonna offend someone 90% of the time, so please ask me if I meant it that way. My mommy said I’m special.
I write multi-fandom, and will let you know which fandoms I do and don’t write for.. just ask!
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It annoys me when people just ignore you after asking for something, like they don’t care enough to respond. If I won’t write something I’ll absolutely tell you and my ask box will always be open unless there’s a million requests and I need time to work.
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Below is a list of my rules, and things I’m okay/not okay with writing.
Not okay with writing :
Pedophilia. (Clear for itself.)
MAIJOR age gap; I.E. 19 and 97.. just eugh.. grosses me out. WITH the exception of non-human characters that have a longer lifespans. Like, a character from the transformers fandom, or BOTW.
Excrements; feces, urine, vomit, etc.. or strange scat kinks, likely “gross” things like that. If you have any questions on the flexibility of that I will do my best to let you know, but I stand pretty firm. Just message me on DMs. 🤞 (No this does not include pegging or rimming for all you freaks.. me.)
Age-play, like ddlg, (EX: daddy doms little girl..) gross and borders pedophilic themes..
Inflation: (Inflation refers to a character's body expanding due to the introduction of a medium, usually a gas or liquid.)
Clear fetishes: Scat.. fetishization of a certain gender, or group of people.. etc.. (again ask me and I’ll elaborate further.)
Non-con (CNC or in Word form.. consent non-consent.. is.. okay. TO a degree. HOWEVER. There must be a very clear established boundary. I say it CAN be okay, partly because some use it as a coping mechanism, for sexual trauma. If this is the case, I’m willing to write something to help someone cope, as I understand what it feels like to need to cope in a way that others wouldn’t understand.)
No bestiality, (the sexualisation of animals.) or ANYTHING REMOTELY OF THE SORT. NO EXCEPTIONS.
NO Incest of any kind. NO EXCEPTIONS.
IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!! Please just ask me about it in my DMs and I’ll let you know if I will write it or not.
What I will gladly write:
Character X character:
Character X OC: (Just put the image of your OC, I will ignore you if AI is used; Followed by the information about them!😋)
Character X fem!reader
Character X masc!reader
Character X gender-neutral!reader
Romantic, platonic..
I will write smut. (Literally porn in word form.)
I will write fluff. (Super sappy stuff, can be romantic or platonic! Like uhh.. for MHA getting ice cream with Eri and Shinsou! In a romantic sense for other characters.. how they’d make you dinner, or your morning routine with them.)
I will also write crack fics! (Stuff meant to be funny, or sweet.)
I will write angst! (Sad fics, gore, death, things like that.) I LOVE ME SOME ANGST!!!
Character X LGBTQ+ of any kind, as long as it’s not some stupid ass flag like “super straight” made to mock the community.
On the topic of LGBTQ+ themes; I would write Character X trans reader.. other and etc. I will gladly write this stuff for any reason, NOT including fetishization.
Ask me about something that is not on this list, an I’ll let you know wether or not I’ll write it .
AND! That about sums it up! Please if you have anymore questions about boundaries or crossed lines, feel absolutely free to bring it up in my DMs!!
Byee!!! Feel feee to request! For now I’ll just be writing stuff I enjoy until others find my blog.
Pyro cum is HOT. Like, ‘burns a little on your skin hot’. It’s my favorite new headcannon. He always feels bad when he cums inside, because he knows it hurts. :(
He loves throwing it on your stomach. Just, something to him about watching his cum drip down the sides of your body, and watching your writhe underneath him.
Although.. he tries to ignore the fluttery feeling in his loins, knowing what’s really causing you to whimper like that, but he can’t help but love it.
It’s a guilty pleasure.
He likes to train with you. Even if you can’t fight, or don’t have a vision, he at least wants you there with him. He always misses you. :(
If you’re a better fighter than him, he loves training with you even more. (Bonus points if you also have a Pyro Vision).
He’s always looking for ways to improve himself. So, your tips, tricks, and ideas, are always welcome.
Pull his hair. Do it. I know I say this with every long-haired character, but he loves it.
Downside.. as much as I’d LOVE him to, I really can’t see him submitting. Bottoming, sure.. but fully submitting? Unlikely. (I’m pissed about it too.)
He’s got a thing for dry humping.. he doesn’t know why, but watching you grind up on him like that.. it flusters him so badly.
It’s even better when you’re grinding up on each other, and you while his own name in his ear, like you need him more than anything. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to cum then and there.
He likes praise, going both ways. For example: if you two are going at it, say.. ehh.. mating press, and you whisper praises in his ear with every thrust, his hips stutter, and he might let an accidental whine slip.
On the contrary, he loves to praise you when you’re close. He’s a rambler though. He’s calling you pretty/handsome, listing off everything he loves about you. Your body, your skin, your eyes, etc..
Now.. while he’s not really.. SUPER kinky, he does like cockwarming.
If he’s had a rough day; be it.. having a difficult one, bad memories being bought up, or him just missing you, he’ll want to do it (sometimes).
One of his favorite things to do, is sit, or lay, in your shared bed together, with his cock stuffed inside you. He likes to snuggle up to you and relax with it; maybe under the blankets, while he reads, or chats with you, or sometimes, just lie in silence.
The most risky thing you two have ever done was forget to lock the fucking door 😭
He is NOT a fan of taking risks, because he literally has WAY too much on the line for him. It just wouldn’t be worth getting caught.
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Edit — WOW. This is O.O.C. on a whole new LEVEL. Probably one of the worst pieces I’ve ever written.
Hi! I just read your fic about Alastor trying to rub his scent on us (the reader). It was so cute, I was giggling and kicking my feet while I read it! I was wondering if you could make an extended version whenever you get the chance? Thanks!
Love your stuff btw 🩷
AYYAYA.
A/N — I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been super busy with school lately. Collage music is misery. #17hourlongdays..
The muscles around the bases of Alastor’s ears were sore from how tightly they’d been pinned to his head.
Occasionally, one would twitch.
You, curious, want so desperately to turn around.. but.. well, Alastor seemed serious, anddd that never usually went well?..
Typically, when your husband was serious, he was either going to kill someone, or the situation was dire. But now, that wasn’t really the case. Unless it was?..
— “Al?”
— “I said rest! What part of ignore me, doesn’t click with you?!”
He shoots up, sitting straight as he eyeballs you with rigid shoulders.
And..
He was blushing.
Hard.
Seeing this, you examine his face, before you chuckle.
— “Is something the matter hon?”
— “There’s nothing wrong. The heat is simply up to high, go- go tell Charlie to turn it off.”
— “Alastor.. the heat isn’t on. We don’t have heat at the hotel. We don’t have the money for that.”
You stare him down with a curious expression.
— “…I refuse to indulge in your frivolous behavior.”
He says, acting all entitled, and.. snarky; such as he does.
You pause, squinting your eyes at him, and thinking back, truly trying to think back at why he was so.. well, him, right now.
Clearly he’d done something he was desperately trying to avoid, because, you knew him, and whenever he does something that he knows will hurt his pride, he gets.. absurdly avoidive. More than normal.
— "Well, perhaps.. you just don't like me anymore."
— "Ahh.. Merde, sometimes I wonder.."
— "What..?"
You pout, finally sitting up to meet his gaze.
— "You irritate me."
— “Altruistically, of course.”
Your jaw falls slack with a disbelieving scoff.
— “You are anything but selfless, when you do that.”
— “No, never.”
And then you saw it.
The hair on your arm.
His hair.
— “I- Alastor is this your hair?..”
You ask, picking up the shorter strand and showing it to him.
His ears fall back once again, as his shadow seems to cackle, honestly giving him away at this point.
— “It’s my bed, my hair may occasionally shed into it.”
— “I doubt it. You take better care of your hair, than I take of my entire life.”
— “It could still fall out.”
— “But, I can almost guarantee it didn’t.”
His shadow slithers over like smoke, gesturing to the hair with a know look.
It didn’t take long to pull the pieces together.
— “.. You were lying on my chest.”
And with that, you have never heard Alastor deny anything quicker.
— “Preposterous! That is absolutely cuckoo!”
— “Wow, that was fast.”
— “Because you’re loony!“
You chuckle knowingly, biting back a smirk.
— “You know it’s okay to snuggle up to me, right? I’m your partner..”
A small growl escapes him. (This cringes me, but idk how else to put it. Kill me. )
— “I am not doing that.”
He tells you, rolling over and huffing, annoyed.
You can only sigh, lowering back to rest on your back, pulling the blankets up. I mean, it was useless to fight it.. he would never admit.
But, the thought was nice at least.
Scoot.
You raise a brow.
But.. wow. You didn’t think he’d ever do that..
Alastor had scooted.. slightly closer. But you knew that was all you were ever gonna get.
AN: A lovely anon sent in a request for a few of the guys realizing they have feelings for the reader, and Alastor's got...so far away from me that I decided to give him his own post, and I'll link this in the ask I actually answer. I just had so much fun writing Alastor freaking the hell out once he realizes.
HERE is the link for the ask if anyone is curious to see this prompt with Lucifer or Vox.
UPDATE: I made a part 2 lol
Alastor
In order of which of the guys notices first, Alastor realizes it dead last.
Which makes sense. He had long thought himself incapable of such feelings toward someone. There had never been anyone he had felt that particular inclination towards before, so he assumes at first that what he has with you is just…a very intense friendship, almost like him and Rosie, just with some odd caveats.
Once he does realize he'll immediately go to Rosie for some advice since it's…clearly not his area of expertise.
He doesn't even notice it, someone else points it out to him.
He's in a piss poor mood as he goes about the hotel. He hasn't yet figured out it's because you've been too busy to see him for the past four days.
Until someone gets mad enough at him to talk back.
Alastor is sitting in the lobby, impatiently tapping his foot as he wallows and waits, sipping a glass of rye as Husk made a point to only come over to his side of the bar when it looked like he needed something.
Alastor was struggling, trying to figure out why his mood has been so sour these past few days. Things had been fine, delightful even! The hotel was taken care of, his broadcasts went well, why he even went for a nice stroll in Cannibal Town to visit Rosie. By all means a perfect few days.
So why was his patience for everything wearing oh so thin? He sighs a moment and makes a sound almost like a growl to himself as he tries to puzzle this out. This was so infuriatingly perplexing!
It isn't much longer until Angel Dust is so fed up with Alastor ruining the good mood of the bar as he tries to flirt with Husk that he actually addresses the Overlord.
“Look Smiles. Just because you're all sad ya lovely little lover has been too busy to even say hi the past few days, doesn't mean you've gotta take it out on us. I'm trying to hit on the barman but your pissy mood is killing it.” Angel says, throwing a hand up from the other side of the bar.
“Operative word here being try, not succeeding at.” Husk says dryly, closer to Angel’s side.
“Yeah yeah. You secretly adore me. Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.” Angel winks at him as Alastor tries to decipher what it is Angel just said.
“...Lover?” He asks, trying to clarify, tilting his head to the side. He's so flummoxed he even stops tapping his foot. He says it like someone sounding out a foreign word for the first time.
“...Are they not your lover?” Angel raises an eyebrow, putting his drink down a moment. “I mean the way you two act…I thought you were dating and just keeping it a secret.” Angel shrugs, and only then does it click Angel is talking about you. There's no one else in the hotel that he's consistently friendly enough with that that mistake could happen.
Once he figures it out he just cackles a moment, deep and loud, with his free hand over his stomach as he fails to contain his amusement.
“Oh my dear Angel, no!” He says, chuckling a little more before continuing, shaking his head. “They're just a very dear friend.” Alastor explains, waving off the idea. “Besides why would I be upset they haven't been around? I don't see Rosie every day and I'm perfectly fine.” He says, although he doesn't really need to explain himself to them anyway.
But it doesn't seem to convince Angel who just looks at him with skepticism.
“Surely you jest! What evidence have I possibly given to suggest they are more than a dear friend?” Alastor asks, sure Angel has nothing concrete.
“Well, for starters, they can touch you whenever and however they want. You let them in your personal bubble and you fucking hate people being in your personal bubble.” Angel begins to explain, holding a finger up.
“I'm the same way with Rosie, and Mimzy, to a degree.” Alastor shoots down that theory easily.
“You've been in an increasingly shit mood with a short fuse since they've been too busy to see you.” Angel tries again, holding up a second finger.
“Preposterous. I don't know why I'm in such a frustrated mood, but I assure you it isn't them. Perhaps I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever and need to spend more time out and about in the city…?” The last bit is mostly Alastor's own suggestion to himself. "Perhaps too much time in the hotel..?" He continues wondering aloud.
Angel just rolls his eyes and sighs, rubbing his forehead with a free hand a moment.
“You get them presents! And do things for them without ever asking for a deal!” Angel tries again, holding up a third finger, but Alastor just shakes his head.
“I won't deny I do that, but I fail to see the connection between that behavior and them supposedly being my lover.” Alastor shakes his head, finding Angel's arguments far too easy to poke holes into.
Angel thinks he's about to scream with how absolutely daft this guy was in regards to his emotions apparently.
“You let them in your radio station, even when you're broadcasting, have picnics in your freaky weird swamp thing in your room, smile so much brighter as soon as you catch sight of them! You obviously have a big fat crush on them!” Angel almost shouts, standing and throwing all four arms up in absolute and utter exasperation.
"Am I fucking crazy or what? I can't be the only one who sees this?!" Angel sighs heavily as he turns to Husk who shakes his head.
"I'm not getting involved in this." Is all Husk says, although he stays close to Angel, as if to protect him should something go wrong.
“...None of that is something you would only do with a lover and not a friend.” Is all Alastor says through his smile. Not a denial of any of those actions, he has done all of those things. But he still thinks Angel is jumping to some rather far fetched conclusions.
Husk just knows Angel is right, but knows there's no way of convincing the guy unless it hits him right in the face, and Husk knows something you feel over a crush that you don't with a friend.
Jealousy.
“I don't even know why you're bothering trying to set them up Angel. They already have a hot date this weekend anyway so what does it matter if he has a crush on them or not?” Husk says so casually, it comes across like it could only be true. He curses at himself in his head for saying he wouldn't get involved and then immediately doing so before Angel Dust could upset Alastor.
There's a loud pop of static that sounds off from Alastor's direction, and Husk thinks he's right on the edge of making him realize.
“No kiddin’? Man. That blows Smiles. Sorry.” Angel blinks, slumping a bit before sitting back down and drinking. “Huh. I wonder if that's why they asked me for outfit advice the other day? Said they really wanted to wow someone.” Angel taps his glass as he thinks, having absolutely no idea if Husk is lying, but playing along anyway.
“How’d they ask them out anyway?” Angel asks curiously, because if it's true he does want to know, and if it isn't he's sure the answer will rile Alastor up anyway.
“Some newbie sinner approached them while they were grabbing a snack from that bakery they like, and said something about having a crush on them and asked them out to some jazz show or something, I don't remember. They seemed pretty excited.” Husk says as he refills Angel's drink now. However Alastor's drink just shatters in his hand at this information and he just looks down in surprise.
He hadn't been holding it that tight, had he? He looks equally confused and irritated at the mess of glass and rye on the bar top and in his hands. But why was he upset? He was never upset whenever Rosie got a new husband. He couldn't actually be jealous could he? Just the very idea makes him want to scoff. He doesn't get jelaous. But the image of you on some date with some pathetic unworthy creature as you laughed at their jokes and leaned in closer, hand gently on their arm as you pressed your lips against thei-
He's standing up, letting out a deep breath to calm himself, clearly upset as he let his thoughts run away from him. He turns to look at the two there and sees them looking quite scared, and covering their ears. Oh. His static was exceptionally loud right now, wasn't it? He quickly fixes that and adjusts his jacket with tight hands. He doesn't even bother to think of an excuse as he melts into the shadows, appearing in the bog in his room, pacing rapidly.
“Surely…not?” He asks himself aloud as he paces amongst the trees, allowing himself to feel the full panic and upset now that he was behind closed doors. He's rubbing his chin as he thinks, trying to logically figure this out.
“Why do I care if they date someone?” He asks himself, gripping his head as if it hurts from trying to figure out this riddle. He thinks his head actually is starting to hurt, since the answer was beginning to dawn on him, and it was terrifyingly uncharted territory. “No, no. Impossible. I'm confused. Perhaps I'm ill?” He suggests, taking his hands down, bringing one hand up to feel his forehead.
“....That excuse sounds absolutely pathetic.” He grits out, fist swinging and demolishing a tree in his way. But it doesn't make him feel any better. Doesn't make him feel any more in control. The more he thinks about it the more he realizes that on the surface, his interactions with you and Rosie are a little different.
When he gets Rosie presents it's just a simple “Here you are dear! I thought of you!” And then they share a laugh as she thanks him. But when he gives you a present, he waits eagerly, eyes scrutinizing every aspect of your being as you open it. His posture is stiff but practiced as he awaits your reaction, only relaxing when he sees the ecstatic smile on your face as you begin to thank him.
He doesn't mind Rosie touching him, and in fact on some days actually quite enjoys it. But with you he wants it, moves instinctively towards your touch instead of away.
Fuck. That stupid spider was right, he realized with a swell of panic and fear at this new unknown variable.
He…loves you? It still didn't sound right, but the more he thought about it the more he realizes it could only unfortunately be true. When had you wrapped him around your little finger so tightly? And how hadn't he realized?!
He's even more upset now at how far gone he was on you without realizing. The radio demon has a weakness. Even just thinking the phrase makes the sensation of bile rise in his throat and he has to sit down a moment to collect himself again.
His entire body is stiff and agitated as he tries to come to terms with this. Until he hears a knock on his door.
“Alastor? Are you in there? It's me. Husk said you seemed like you were in a sour mood. So I thought I would come check on you. Can I come in?” Your voice rings through the door crystal clear and he sucks in a breath and pays attention to his reactions now.
His stiff muscles began to relax and soften, the frustration that was so unbearable he had begun tearing apart trees seemed so…distant now. Surely an over exaggeration to lose his cool like that. He sighs and looks down.
Angel had been right.
But…now that he knows…all he needs to do now is get you wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was around yours. There is no danger of feeling jealousy or rejection or heartbreak or of him possibly being controlled by you or anything of the sort if he ensures you fall for him as splendidly as he has apparently fallen for you.
With that in mind he stands now, ready to face you with this new knowledge. He's dusting himself off and then opening his door, smiling at you in the typically charming way he knows had a tendency to make people swoon when he was alive, and even now in death. Just because he hadn't had an interest in dating didn't mean he didn't know how to charm someone.
“How kind to come check on me.” He drawls almost sweetly as he snatches your hand as gently as possible before bringing it to his lips, eyes half-lidded as he peers at you, studying your expression. He feels confident from the sound of the slight intake of your breath and the small flush of red dusting your cheeks that he very well still has a chance to edge out any competition for your affections.
“Well now my dear I'm in a much less sour mood now that I have such exquisite company. If you're not too tired I would love to know what's captured your time so much these past few days. Come on in.” His smile is charming, a predator seeming to eye his unaware prey as he opens the door further to let you in, your eager smile mollifying him for the moment.
Izuku x reader where izuku masturbates to reader? Female reader preferred :)) (TYSM I'm still earning Tumblr)
Starved Izuku- who after his beloved lover leaves for a long girls trip to some beaches in some near country, thought he was going to be fine, it’s just a short trip right?
Starved Izuku- who made sure to help pack your bags, helped pick out which clothes looked the best, (not to mention the pretty pink kini’s he had you try on)
Starved Izuku- who after driving you to the airport realized he was absolutely fucked for the next coming week.
Starved Izuku- who would always and I mean always look at your new story posts, always admiring the prettiest pictures you decide to post. Always leaving a comment, and one along the lines in your dms
Izuku replied- y’so pretty babe can’t wait till I see you
Starved Izuku- which in translation would mean ‘I can’t wait to fold you into the mattress but I’m stuck here with blue balls waiting.
Starved Izuku- who just can’t take it after a particular day of being reminded of you, a story post of you sitting on a boat, in the prettiest sage green bikini he’s ever seen.
Starved Izuku- who felt so much shame pulling his cock out, practically foaming from the mouth.
Starved Izuku- whose tip was leaking with precum, unable to contain himself staring at that pretty picture of you that started all of this.
Starved Izuku- who tries to mimic your slow and steady pace when you give him a handjob, trying to replicate your perfectly timed squeezes on his cock.
Starved Izuku- who snaps a picture of his hand squeezing his hard angry red dick. Following up with a text like “miss you s’much baby 😕”
Starved Izuku- who gets a voice message of your absolute honey voice, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, on how much you missed him and how good you’d offer him relief if you were there.
Starved Izuku- who almost came alone from that voice note alone, his hand finally swiping up and down at his cock, slowly finding his pace.
Starved Izuku- who could almost picture you taking good care of him, and his leaky cock.
Starved Izuku- who could only mutter your name as his hips bucked up to his hand out of impulse. Replaying that voice note over and over again.
Starved Izuku- who comes all over his stomach, leaving sticky white come all over him, still reminiscing of all those times he had come all over your pretty lil’ face and tits.
Starved Izuku- who almost comes at the thought but manages to contain himself. Snapping a picture of his messy semi- hard cock.
“Waitin’ for you baby”
Yearned Izuku- who slowly realizes he misses your presence in your shared home and just couldn’t wait till he had you in his arms again.
