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Knock on Wood

Kai Azer x Reader Smut

Redwood tree, it ain't hard to see. His love was the key that opened my thighs."

MDNI

Cw: Somnophilia, Established Relationship, AFAB Reader, Morning Sex, Handjob + Oral Sex (AMAB Receiving), I hate writing about touching balls but I felt like Kai deserved it

Waking up next to Kai Azer every day is a blessing. Not only is he practically a furnace, warmer than every blanket you've ever owned, but he's sturdy, solid, protective and overall the perfect body to cuddle up to. His arms are always wrapped snug around your waist and there had been times where you'd caught him nuzzled against your chest, his face looking as relaxed as a child might when being comforted to sleep by their parent. That memory always made you smile. Even though he was now his brother's enforcer, he was still the same Kai you'd fallen for, always happier in your presence.

This morning, as you admired the beauty of Kai's face, as if you hadn't done so every morning before now, your hand ghosted along his bare chest. Your fingers paused over Ilya's symbol tattooed on his chest, dancing along the swirls before trailing down his stomach and the faint outline of his abs.

The touch cascaded down past the seam of the silk blanket covering his waist. It wasn't the only layer protecting his skin from yours, but it certainly wasn't thick enough to hide the bulge underneath it.

It was normal, you reminded yourself. Even before meeting Kai, you had known that boys tended to get morning wood, but plagues, was Kai impressive. Before you could register it, your hand had already rested over the tent, your thumb tracing the thick outline. Even though it had been inside you numerous times, you still couldn't get over how big he was.

He really is perfect, isn't he?

You threw your gaze up to his face, still sound asleep and pleasantly unaware of the thoughts his body alone creates in your head.

Surely he wouldn't mind if...

You stroked with a smidge more pressure, feeling his length harden under the thin layers separating you from it. You smiled and peeled the blanket away. How sweet he was to get hard from your touch even while asleep. When your touch returned to him, your fingers wrapping around as much of the bulge in his underwear as they could, Kai let out a soft groan. Another worried look to his face told you that, though his cheeks held a little more color than they had a few minutes ago, he was still asleep.

Carefully, your hand dipped under his waistband to tug his length free. Once exposed to the slivers of sunlight drifting in from the curtains, you wasted no time in giving it a few slow pumps.

Kai sighed again, head lolling further back into his pillow. Trying not to jostle the bed too much, you snuck down to lay beside his legs, sparing his cock a few more teasing pumps before placing a soft kiss to the base, then another across a small vein running up to the head. Finally, when you reached the tanned pink tip, your eyes locked onto Kai's face as you let a trail of spit fall from your tongue onto him.

Your hand worked to spread the wetness along his shaft before you couldn't take your own teasing anymore and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, continuing to pump the rest of him. You watched Kai's chest rise and fall in small sighs, the first almost sounding relieved to feel the warmth of your mouth.

You slid further down, taking about half of the full length before already feeling him dangerously near the back of your throat. Plagues, he really was big. The hand once working him fell to softly cup his balls as you tried to take in more. Your throat closed around the tip and you had to stifle your gag. You pulled off of him, hand returning to its prior strokes as you gulped down a few breaths.

When your mouth returned around the tip, you felt a hand card through your hair, making you pause and release it. Your eyes darted up to meet a cocky smirk you knew all too well, Kai's own eyes barely open as they peered down at you.

Your heart dropped.

"Couldn't wait, darling?" His voice was still gruff with sleep. Kai's free hand took the base of his cock and aligned it back to your lips. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Without looking away, you took him in again, this time no longer having to hide the moan threatening to slip from you. He always tasted so good.

However, another thing you had learned about Kai was that he wasn't always the patient type. After only a few minutes of lathering him in kisses and running your tongue along the sensitive skin under the head, Kai gently pulled you off and grabbed your shoulder to hoist you over his lap.

"I think it's time to switch things up, darlin'," he purred as his other hand ran along your hip. "How about you let me fill that pretty cunt instead?"

You let out a shuddered breath, "Fuck..." His dirty talk was always the best. Hell, even if it wasn't actual dirty talk, his teasing was more than enough to have the same effect.

Kai's smirk grew. "That a yes?"

"It's always yes," you whispered before leaning down and meeting his lips in a hungry kiss. Kai let out another noise — a part of you dared to call it a whimper from the great enforcer — as his hand squeezed your ass through your sleep shorts. You released him from the kiss to hastily tug off your own clothes.

Kai's eyes were transfixed on your chest, watching your breasts like a hawk stalking its prey. When you were fully bare atop him, he didn't resist the urge to take one of the mounds into his palm. "So pretty, baby. Always so pretty for me."

You readjusted over him, lining his stiff length against your opening. "I don't wanna wait," you uttered.

Kai propped an arm behind his head. "Then don't. Ride me. It's all yours."

You didn't need to be told twice. You hovered above the tip, using your hand to glide it over your arousal before slowly easing down. Inch by inch, his cock stretched and filled you in ways you never knew possible before meeting Kai. When you landed at the base of his hips, you stilled, taking a moment to breathe and adjust to the feeling of your boyfriend's cock already hitting the deepest spots inside you.

Just another reason why Kai was perfect.

[angstywaifu]

Nightmares - Kai Azer

Request: Could you do a kai azer smut with bits of fluff due to nightmares. The nightmare can be about whatever. Could you make the smut soft like whispering I love you and soft kisses - @elliot-rain

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The darkness around me was suffocating, like a thick fog pressing in from all sides. I stumbled forward, my feet crunching over what felt like shattered glass. The air smelled metallic, like blood, and each breath burned my lungs.

“Hello?” I called, my voice echoing into the void. No response. Just the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Then came the whispers. Faint at first, then louder, circling me in an overlapping cacophony of hisses and disjointed words. I couldn’t make them out, but they felt wrong, like they weren’t meant for human ears.

A light flickered in the distance. I ran toward it, desperate for something tangible, something real. As I got closer, the scene materialized—a door, slightly ajar, with warm light spilling out. Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting. My feet refused to move as I approached, as though the ground itself were holding me back.

“Go back,” the whispers said now, clear and insistent. “Don’t look.”

But I couldn’t stop myself. My hand reached for the door, trembling. It creaked open with a sound that scraped against my nerves. Inside was... me. Or at least, it looked like me—sitting at a table, head down, hands clasped together as if in prayer. My doppelgänger slowly raised its head, revealing hollow, black pits where eyes should have been. Its mouth stretched into an impossible grin.

“You’ll never escape,” it whispered in my own voice, but layered with something deeper, something inhuman. Then it lunged.

I screamed as it grabbed me, its hands burning like fire against my skin. I fought, I kicked, but its grip only tightened, pulling me into the darkness that swirled behind it.

“You’re mine,” it hissed, and everything shattered.

I bolted upright in bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. My body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, and my throat raw from the sound. The room was too quiet, too still, the nightmare’s grip still lingering in the corners of my vision.

The door burst open, slamming against the wall. In the doorway was a frantic and worried Kai, his hair tousled from sleep, eyes wide and frantic as he scans the room, sword grasped tightly in his hand. As his eyes meet mine, he relaxes for a split second, seeing I’m physically unharmed, but they go wide again as he rushes to my side, the sword dropping to the ground, the sound breaking the silence in the room.

”I’m here. You’re safe.” He tells me as he sits in front of me, grasping my hand in his.

Despite his reassuring words and the grounding presence his touch brings, I can’t bring myself to sleep. My mind still trapped in my dream, in the void. I pull Kai towards me, clinging to him like a tether to keep myself from falling back into it. The warmth of his touch is real, solid and grounding. But it did little to shake the fear that still clawed at the edges of my mind.

”It felt so…. real.” I finally choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was gone, like she was dragging me away.”

Kai pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re not gone darling,” He murmurs into my hair before kissing the top of my head. “You’re here. I’ve got you and I’m never letting you go.”

Their words felt like a lifeline, anchoring me back to reality. For a moment, I couldn’t say anything. My breath hitched as a fresh wave of emotion hit me, and tears spilled down my cheeks. Kai noticed, brushing them away with gentle fingers.

“Hey,” they said softly, tilting my face up to meet their gaze. Their eyes were filled with so much tenderness it made my chest ache. “I love you. I don’t care how scary the dream was, or what you think you saw—none of it changes the fact that you’re safe now. You’re with me.”

Something inside me cracked, and the tension that had been holding me captive finally broke. “I love you, too,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Kai smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Good. Now just breathe. You’re not alone.”

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, their arms wrapped around me, their warmth chasing away the last of the nightmare’s chill. Slowly, I began to believe them. With Kai here, the void couldn’t reach me.

And for the first time that night, I closed my eyes and felt safe.

[tea-biscuits-books]

golden crown, green eyes

kitt azer x f!reader

!childhood friends to lovers • mentions of not eating • !platonic kai x reader • !comfort fluff •

summary : kitt refuses to eat until you coax him to take a bite

a/n : there’s just not enough kitt fics out there! how are we feeling about fearful coming out?

w/c : 1.6k

song : if I killed someone for you - alec benjamin

👑🌿📚💍🥄

The candlelight breathes life into the shadows, casting them long and trembling across the walls of the study. It is a quiet room, tucked away behind a heavy oak door that groans when opened, as if protesting the disturbance. Here, the world feels paused. Time slows to the rhythm of wax dripping onto polished wood and pages turning beneath tired fingertips. Books line the walls, spines cracked and titles faded, the kind of library that smells like stories buried deep in dust. In the middle of it all sits a desk, cluttered with parchment, ink pots, and a half-finished letter—its script hurried, the edge of the page smudged by a thumbprint left behind in haste or hesitation. The window behind it is curtained, sealing the room from the wind that presses softly against the glass. A fire has long since burned out in the hearth, but the lingering warmth remains in the air, mingling with the scent of wax and something older—woodsmoke, perhaps, or memory. And it is here, in this hush of golden light and whispered secrets, that he sits. Eyes gaunt, cheeks hollowed, lips pursed, heir ring glinting in the crackling firelight. He sits at the desk, hunched slightly forward, the candlelight catching in the sharp cut of his jaw and the thoughtful crease between his brows. His coat is shrugged over the back of the chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing ink stains smudged along his wrist and a faint scar that disappears beneath the cuff of his shirt. One hand cradles a pen, the other rakes slowly through his tousled blonde hair, already mussed from hours spent chasing thoughts that won’t settle. The flicker of flame paints his face in shifting golds, highlighting the intensity of his eyes—eyes that scan the page in front of him but don’t seem to be reading anymore. He’s elsewhere. Somewhere between the past and the future, between a decision and its cost. There’s a knock at the door, a slight pause before another echoes through the dark oak door. You push open the door, hearing it creak as he barely stirs, just mumbling a quick;

“come in.” you enter, studying the way his eyes sag and his quill drags across the page.

You stand in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He hasn’t noticed you yet—too deep in whatever storm is churning behind those eyes. His fingers tap absently against the edge of the desk, but the plate you left for him hours ago remains untouched, the food now cold. You clear your throat gently. He doesn’t look up.

“You’re still not eating.” Your voice is soft, not accusing—just tired. Just worried.

“Kitt.” Finally, he glances your way, his expression unreadable in the low light.

“I wasn’t hungry,” he mutters.

“That’s what you said yesterday.”

“I wasn’t hungry yesterday either.” You step into the study, the door clicking shut behind you. The candlelight flickers as if startled by the movement, shadows shifting along the spines of the books. He watches you warily as you pick up the plate and cross the room, setting it down in front of him with more care than you probably need to.

"You should at least try. For your own sake." His eyes flicker to the food, then back to you.

“You’re not my keeper.”

“No,” you say quietly,

“I’m your friend. Remember?”

Something in his face tenses at that—something flickers, fast and faint. He leans back in the chair with a tired sigh, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip like he’s trying to wipe away words he never said. You pull a second chair up beside him without asking, the way you used to. Back when things weren’t like this. Before Kai. Before Paedyn. Before Kitt started building walls so high even you couldn’t see over them.

“I miss when you actually talked to me,” you say, softer now.

“Back when we used to laugh about dumb things. When you didn’t look like you were holding the weight of the entire world in your chest.” He stares ahead, eyes tracing something invisible on the wall.

“Things were different then.” You nod.

“Yeah. They were. But I’m still here.” That gets him. You see the way his throat works as he swallows, the flicker of guilt that ghosts across his face.

“Yeah well that’s before the girl I liked stabbed my father—” he murmurs, then shakes his head like he’s trying to physically shove the words back down.

“Paedyn had to have a reason,” you say gently, even though you see his fingers curl into a fist against the woodgrain. Kitt doesn’t answer right away. He clenches his jaw, and finally you see it. Vulnerability. Raw and tired in his piercing emerald eyes. His lips remained downturned and pursed.

“It doesn’t matter,” he cuts in. “She betrayed the kingdom.” And me. The words hang in the air, unspoken but just on the tip of his tongue. The words sit heavy in the air between you. You reach for his hand without thinking, your fingers brushing his. For a second, he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink. Then slowly—like it physically hurts—he lets your fingers curl around his.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know she meant a lot to you.” He doesn’t say anything but clings to your fingers like they’re the only thing that give him sanity, stopping him from tumbling into a dark abyss of his thoughts. You squeeze his hand, just once.

“Eat, Kitt. Please. Kai would’ve wanted you to. Just let me take care of you for a little while.” He glances at you then, really looks at you. And for a moment, the ice in his gaze cracks—just enough to let a little light through.

“Okay,” he says quietly, letting the metal spoon slip past his lips, his eyes meeting yours. They lingered on you like moss clinging to stone, slipping down to your intertwined hands, warm on the desk.

“So, how’s being king been?” you whisper, attempting to make him smile. He sighs, his lips slipping into a tired twitch of the mouth.

“Tiring. My father left a lot of bullshit behind for me to clean up.” The curse slips out of his lips unflinchingly.

“And Kai’s out searching for her.” You study his face.

“You doubt his abilities?”

“Oh no, I know Kai could catch her in a heartbeat. It’s a matter of whether he brings her back.” Kitt lets a hand drag down his face, unravelling his fingers from yours. You catch it, bringing it gently down to the desk.

“You question his loyalty?”

“It is the decision between right and wrong choice! The immoral and moral, the brain and heart!” Kitts hands wring with tension, as he begins to pace.

“He must! He is your brother. When has he never fulfilled a mission?” Kitt’s voice drops, pivoting towards you slowly. His gaze found yours, all green and aching, like a forest that had forgotten how to bloom until now.

“Never.”

“He will return. Kai always comes home.”

“Ladies and gentlemen of the court, let me reintroduce you to who it is that kneels before you.” Kitt’s voice echoes around the courtroom, regal and powerful.

“This is Paedyn Gray. Once a contestant in the Purging Trials where she ranked quite highly for a Mundane. And to think a Psychic became such a threat to Offensive Elites.” You hear scoffs echo throughout the room, and you feel yourself subconsciously leaning closer. The words begin to blur as you feel Kai stiffen against you, his eyes boring into the former Silver Saviour who stood kneeling before the king.

“But I assure you, that my future decisions are anything but crazed. And I will explain them all to you in due time.” Your eyes close, not bearing to look. You know what will happen. He will sentence her to exile, death or perhaps worse.

“Paedyn Gray...Stand.” You feel a gasp clog your throat, your eyes snapping open. What was he doing-what was- And then it hits you as he pulls a box from his pocket, red and velvet in colour. The lid lifts and in it reveals a sparkling diamond ring, he holds it out to her.

“You are to be my bride.” The courtroom becomes chaos. Outcries and Kai steps the tiniest bit closer to you, reaching for your hand to stabilise himself. You don’t notice, your eyes fixated on him, engaged to someone who is not you, standing beside the bride to be who is not you. It is Paedyn Gray – Illya’s most wanted criminal and most recognised face of the century. You find his eyes, through the waves of chaos and his vision drops to yours and Kai’s intertwined hands, like yours and his all those weeks ago. They flash with something you couldn’t name—something too jagged to be jealousy, too hollow to be hope. You lean into the comfort of Kai, your vision blurred through all the tears that fill your eyes.

“Wanna get out of here and get drunk?” You feel Kai’s hot breath linger on your ear as he leans in, black curls brushing your cheek. With a barely visible bob of your head, You both begin to make your escape, weaving through the crowd and into the palace hall where servants scurry around. As you turn, you dare to turn your head to see his gaze one last time. They met yours, cool and indifferent, the color of wet leaves on a forgotten path. And then the dark oak door slams onto your face and you’re running into the cellar to find some sort of liquor that will numb the pain. At least for now.

[kimhargreeves]

The Wrong Wayne-Vanderveer "Van" Wayne

Summary:Reader is the second in command in Wayne Securitiy and wife to Bruce Wayne's cousin, Vanderveer. Who is hard to work with but Reader knows it's just another ordinary day for them and will always have her husbands back.

A/N: I had no excuse for writing this. I've been watching too much Doom Patrol, Powerless and other tv shows/movies Alan Tudyk has been in cause he's such an amazing and underrated actor.

It's another glorious and long day here at Wayne Security here in Charm City. I got dressed early and got a box of donuts and carried two cups of coffee on the other while waiting for the elevator to elevate me up the building. I spotted Jackie who quickly rushed in with me so she wouldn't have to wait for the elevator to go down again, I gave her a small smile.

"Good morning, Jackie." I tell the woman who has a tired expression on her face but nonetheless smiles back. "Good morning to you too. Do you need help with-"

"Of course." I pushed the items into her hand and quickly adjusted my skirt and blouse before the elevator stopped and the doors were open. My heels clicked onto the tiles when I walked a few steps ahead and saw Jackie trying her best so the food won't fall over.

"I'm so sorry." I apologize running to her. She smiles tiredly, "No problem, Mr Wayne will be excited to see you."

I was about to reach the door to Mr Wayne when I turned around, "Wait..how do I look?" I ask afraid if I even got dressed nicely.

"You look good as ever." I smile proudly and nod my head ignoring Emily Locke who stood behind Jackie with her nerdy friends. Emily is the newest girl who joined Wayne Security, it's been about a month since she started working here and Vanderveer Wayne hasn't been fond of her.

I could say the same. Wayne Security has been doing fine on it's own, I know I shouldn't say this bur she can be pushy and a handful.

"Good morning my love." I cheerfully say once I opened the door and Van jumped a bit since he was focused on his own portrait.

"You scared me." He says with a small chuckle and takes the items from me and places them on his desk. "I bought you your favorite coffee." I sing and he grabbed the cup from me and sniffed it.

"Perfect. I knew you were the perfect woman for me." He says leaning down to quickly kiss my lips.

"Why? Were there other candidates?" I tease.

Van shrugs his shoulders and drinks some more. "A few here and there, but there was something special about you. The moment you stepped into my room and-"

"And accidently stepped on a Batman figure and tried fixing it." I ask with a smile and point at the small figure that rests on top of one of his drawers. "Exactly!" He snaps his fingers and wraps an arm around me.

"Aha, you know meeting you was a mistake." I reply and try to not laugh at the funny story, "Not this again (Y/N)" my husband says pouting and I ignore his icy blue eyes and sat on his chair.

"I was sent here to work at one of the best companies, Wayne Security. I was surprised it wasn't in Gotham since I lived there, I thought 'Wow Mister Wayne wants me to work for him and i'm going to meet him?'"

Van rolls his eyes but since he hates me making fun of the day we met. "Thing is I got the wrong Wayne. I thought I was meeting that hunky Wayne guy, The Bats! Not his cousin." I can't helo but smirk to myself when he frowns.

"Hey hey you should be grateful that you at least met one of the Waynes. Everytime someone mentions 'Wayne' they immediately think of my cousin." He says rambling now about it.

"Come on he's handsome." I tease.

"Handsome huh? Let's see about that." My husband says getting closer and almost sitting on top of me when he leans down to kiss me. I grab onto his tie deepening the kiss when there's a knock on the door and we quickly pull away.

Jackie stares at us knowing she interrupted something. "What is it this time?" Van annoyed by her presence asks.

"Mr Wayne is on the line."

Van hurried to the other side of his desk and picked up the call excitedly. I laughed at him being this childish whenevee his cousin calls, so while he was busy I decided to look around the company. It had been a few hours since I started working and went to the resting area, there sharing lunch were Emily, Ron, Teddy and Wendy.

With the rest of the workers. "Hello everyone, I can see you're all sharing your delicious lunch." I sarcastically say and watch Emily shaking her head.

She's always said '(Y/N) and Van are so meant for each other' with sarcasm of course of saying 'those two are so alike no wonder they got married' I've heard hee say those words thanks to a few employees. I could've told my husband to fire her, but despite us not getting along and her struggles of changing Charm City. 

I can see a spark in her and know she'll do great."I know I know. Some of you might hate me and SOME of you might think i'm like selfish and arrogant like my husband." I tell them while glancing at the famous group when I said 'some'.Emily gave me a fake smirk, "Can you get to the point?""My point is..I no longer will tolerate my employees to eat junk food. From now on you'll be eating healthy your brains need it."

"Was that an insult or a compliment?" Teddy asks in a whisper but Wendy smacks his head so he'd shut up. 

"So here I present to you the finest dish sent from Gotham for my beloved friends, from my brother in law might I add, Bruce Wayne." I place on their tables many different italian dishes and see many of my employees drooling at the sight.

"Please don't mention this to my husband, he might get annoyed that I bought some of these with his credit card." I add and see all of them digging in."Whoa I'm surprised by this, thank you (Y/N)" Emily says with a genuine smile.

"Of course. I know we haven't gotten along but I really want thst to change between all of us. I don't want to be one of those typical egocentric bosses or should I say co-bosses who doesnt think of their employees. So want to be friends?" Emily nods her head and we hand shake."I smell something delicious and it isn't my wife." I try to not laugh when Van came out of no where and began piling a plate with many italian dishes on it.

"Dude chill no one's gonna steal from it." Wendy says holding her own plate. 

"Well you people are so i'm taking this with me too." Van said grabbing a whole lasagna and winking at me before rushing to his office again."Mrs Wayne look what who's here." Jackie says showing up.

 I turn around and can't help but smile at the small blonde headed child in her arms. "Hi there baby." I say adorably and grab the baby from her hands and gently bounce the baby in my arms and hear him giggle. 

"Who's a cute baby?" I laugh when he smiles and see Emily smiling at it."I still can't believe he's Mr Wayne's kid." I scoff at her comment and laugh."Trust me, he may be a childish man most of the times but he does make an excellent father. Doesn't he?" The baby covers his face and smiles.

 "How about we visit daddy?" I leave everyone to enjoy their lunch and head to the the office to greet my husband again. 

I knock on it and open the door, "Look who's here!" Van immediately smiles and stands up from his spot, "My dear son. Come here, Damien." He says opening his arms and Damien giggles and tries to reach for him. 

I walk closer and handed my son to his father, "Ah my adorable son, the man who's going to inherite my fortune, business and potentially surpass my brother." I sit next to Van and see him bouncing our son on his lap while the baby giggled and tried pulling my husbands tie. 

"Careful you don't want Bruce to become so competitive all of the sudden with a child." I tiredly rest my head on his shoulder and we watch our son chewing on his father's tie.

"He'll become a splendid business man like his father." Van proudly says which made me roll my eyes ans chuckle." I can't wait to tell him the story of how I got the wrong Wayne." I joke again which earned me a small pinch from him. 

"Oww I'm kidding. I love you Vanderveer Wayne.""I love you too (Y/N) Wayne."Van and I look at each other and shared a kiss until I felt something between us, Van felt the same and we looked down to see that Damien grabbed some lasagna and smashed some onto his father's expensive suit.

"Oh come on son." Van whines but smiles when he sees me laughing. "Yeah, he really is your son." 

"How come he never does these things to you." He quickly asks handing me Damien who got comfortable and rested his head on my chest. "Because even he knows how terribly you treat your employees." Van rolls his eyes and looks at us both. 

"You're right, I'll try apologizing to them but first I want some alone time with my wife and son." He placed the dirty napkin from which he got out a bit of stain in the trash and scooted his chair closer to mine and rested his head on top of mine. 

I closed my eyes too and smiled while holding onto my son with one hand and the other holding my husbands one while gently touching the golden ring on his fingers. I definetly didn't regret choosing him over Bruce Wayne.

[tea-biscuits-books]

misc. masterlist

powerless • ouabh• tsitp • wicked • scream • bridgerton

we were something don't you think so? - c.f

summary: you and conrad are fighting

'we were something don’t you think so? rose flowing with your chosen family’

traitor - s.c

summary: you've been in love with him since childhood, until you find him and taylor kissing at a party

'i love you, im sorry'

golden crowns, green eyes - k.a

summary: kitt refuses to eat until you coax him to take a bite

‘would you love me more if I killed someone for you?’

final girl - s.m & b.l

summary : you’re their final girl

illicit affairs - a.b

summary : you are daphne's best friend, and anthony had only ever seen you as a little sister

‘that’s the thing with illicit affairs’

wips:

fiyero tigelaar- hcs

the prophecy - jacks

[angstywaifu]

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Requests Currently Closed. If you want to see what I have already written please head over to my masterlist! I do my best to keep this as up to date as I can. But this is the best place to see what other fics and styles I have written. I am comfortable written fluff, angst and smut. I am pretty comfortable writing most things, but I would prefer to avoid any topics of sexual assault and self harm. I am fine to allude to it, but I will not base any fics around it. Besides that get as smutty or angsty as you want (I am not held responsible for how angsty I may get). Below are characters I am comfortable writing for, but feel free to suggest or request others. Just keep in mind if it is a character not listed below I may not do the prompt, or it may take me a while to get to. Also feel free to pick multiple, who honestly.... why choose if you don't have to. FOURTH WING:

Garrick Tavis, Bodhi Durran, Aaric Graycastle.

Will also write for the below but I'm not as confident on these ones so it will depend on the request.

Brennan Sorrengail. Dain Aetos. Sawyer Henrick.

I will consider the below girls, but any smut would be implied as I am not confident in writing it just yet. Imogen Cardulo. Rhiannon Matthias. Head Canons - I will try to do as many characters as I can (even ones not listed).

ACOTAR: Azriel. POWERLESS: Kai Azer. If the characters you want are not in this list feel free to ask me and I will see what I can do.