T. Starfire

Just another fanfic author, music and cheer nerd, and theatre fanatic who wants to make someone's day better.

[tessastarfire]

Hello!

Introduction

My name is Tess, and I love to write in my free time. Sometimes you just need a break from reality and everything going on in life. Writing has become my way of doing it. If my fanfictions gives someone that opportunity, then I'm happy.

Anywho, here are my rules and fandoms:

Rules

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FANDOMS

🔥Assassination Classroom🔥

Renegade - Idol!Karma Akabane x Idol!Reader (COMING SOON)

💚My Hero Academia💚

🌟Breaking Formation🌟 - Misfit!Dabi x Cheerleader!Reader

✨Black Clover✨

Frosted Heart - Yuno x Reader (ON HIATUS)

ASK BOX

Status: Closed until I can finish the ones in my mail! I took a break from writing for a while after finishing Breaking Formation, and I need a second to get to the people I missed!

[hellothererer]

I remember when Mr. Redacted posted twice a week

[tessastarfire]

hello star 👋 hope you're doing having a good day(or night). You've been gone for awhile. Are you alright?

hiiiii! i promise i'm still alive! it's been a really busy couple of months - plus I've been working on the next big fanfic I'm coming out with in a little bit. I just haven't been able to get back to the little stuff yet, but I promise I'm coming back! <3

[cosmiiwrites]

everytime a male character's girlfriend gets villainized in an x reader fic an angel gets brutally torn limb by limb

[tessastarfire]

🌟Breaking Formation🌟

A Dabi x Cheerleader!Reader High School AU

“They taught me how to smile. He taught me how to scream.”

Summary: You’re the picture of perfection—varsity cheer captain, all-star flyer, girlfriend to the most popular guy in school. But behind the routines and the rhinestones, you're cracking under the weight of who everyone expects you to be.

Then there’s Dabi: reckless, sharp-tongued, and surrounded by a crew of self-proclaimed misfits who don’t care about popularity, only loyalty. He sees through the fake smiles and glittering routines and offers you something no one else ever has—a way out.

When a chemistry project throws you two together, everything starts to shift: your routines, your friendships, your heart. The deeper you fall, the more explosive things become—until you're forced to choose between the life you've always known, and the one you never thought you deserved.

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Chapter Fourteen - The Rest is Mine

The morning light slanted across your bedroom walls in soft, golden stripes, catching on old dance ribbons still pinned above the vanity and the cracked phone case on your nightstand. The robe felt heavier than you expected—not suffocating, but grounded. Real.

You stood in front of the mirror, fingers brushing over the stitched crest at the hem, then up the honor cords draped around your neck. The cap sat snug on your head, tilted just enough to feel like you. Not a perfect student. Not a symbol. Just a girl who made it.

You barely recognized the reflection.

Not because you’d changed on the outside—though you had. The slight scar on your cheekbone, the strength in your shoulders, the way you stood with your chin lifted like you’d fought for the air in your lungs and didn’t plan on wasting it.

No, it was something deeper. A quiet steadiness.

There was a knock at your door. Then your mom peeked in.

Her eyes softened as she stepped into the room. “I thought you’d be nervous.”

“I am,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “But I’m not scared.”

Your mom’s smile was proud but laced with something tender, almost mournful. The kind of look parents give when they realize their child isn’t a child anymore.

“That’s the difference between who you were and who you are.”

You nodded, swallowing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Your phone buzzed on the windowsill. A text from Aria:

Kill it today, Grad Queen 👑

You smiled. Then looked back at the mirror one more time—really looked. This girl had bled. Had broken. Had been underestimated and written off and still walked out in full color.

You adjusted the cap slightly, squared your shoulders and whispered to your reflection:

“Let’s go.”

~~~

The gym was stifling—buzzing with the low hum of folding programs, camera shutters, and a dozen conversations whispered over the droning voice of the principal at the podium.

“...and to our graduating class, I say this: the world won’t wait for you to be ready. So don’t wait either.”

You sat in the second row of graduates, cords looped over your gown, tassel flicking against your cheek every time someone shifted beside you. Your hands were clasped in your lap, one thumb nervously rubbing over the edge of your fingernail.

The names started.

One after another. Applause. Cameras. Movement.

But your mind drifted.

It took you a moment to find him.

Dabi wasn’t sitting down. He never would be.

He stood off to the side, back row, leaning casually against the railing like he might vanish if anyone looked too long. Black hoodie. Sunglasses still on. Hands deep in his pockets. But his face—

His face changed when he saw you looking.

Not a smile exactly. But the tightness in his jaw eased. His shoulders relaxed. His mouth quirked just slightly, like he was letting himself feel something and not bothering to hide it.

You turned forward again, heart thudding.

The principal called your name. Honors distinction.

That was your cue.

You stood. Smoothed your robe. Walked.

The stage wasn’t long, but every step landed like punctuation. Head up. Shoulders back. The clack of your shoes against the wood echoed above the murmur of applause.

You took the diploma with a steady hand and shook the principal’s.

“Congratulations,” he said simply, eyes kind if a little tired.

Then you turned toward the crowd.

And found him again. Still there. Still watching.

Your fingers tightened around the diploma. Your smile came slowly—but it stayed.

You didn’t wave. Didn’t need to.

This was your moment. Yours alone.

But you knew he saw it.

And that was enough.

~~~

The summer air outside the gym was thick with humidity and noise—parents calling for group photos, graduates laughing, confetti still tangled in someone’s hair. Flashbulbs sparked against the fading daylight. The scent of flowers, sweat, and cheap cologne hung in the breeze.

You slipped past it all.

Your robe was unzipped, cords swinging with each step as you walked toward the edge of the crowd. The laughter behind you dimmed. You didn’t look back. Not for cameras. Not for praise. Not for proof.

You weren’t here to be seen.

“Hey.”

The voice came soft, but sharp as ever. Mina.

You turned. Mina stood a few feet away, arms crossed, lip glossed smudged just slightly from the heat. Her expression wasn’t cold. Just cautious.

“I didn’t expect you to finish the year.”

You gave a tired, almost wry smile. “I didn’t expect to finish it like this.”

Mina glanced down, then back up. “You surprised me.”

“I surprised myself.”

That hung in the air between them for a beat. Not heavy. Just real.

There was no hug. No sorry. No pretending.

But something in the static between them eased—like an old wire finally snapping loose from the tension it had been holding too long.

Mina nodded once. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“You too.”

She turned and walked off—shoulders square, hair bouncing in the breeze. And just like that, the chapter closed.

You exhaled.

And then you saw him.

Bakugo stood off to the side, half in shadow. Alone again, hands shoved in his pockets, scowl etched into his face like always. For a second—just a second—your eyes met with his.

But this time, he looked away first.

You didn’t follow. Didn’t call his name. Didn’t try to patch something that was never yours to fix.

Instead, you turned back to the parking lot, where Dabi leaned against his car, hands lazily resting on the roof. Waiting. Watching.

You walked toward him.

Toward now.

Toward next.

~~~

The courtyard was empty.

Sunlight pooled in gold across the pavement, painting long shadows from the flagpole and outlining the edges of the front steps in amber. The noise of graduation had faded—cars pulling away, families chattering, camera shutters clicking—until silence reigned again, soft and almost sacred.

You sat on the top step, cap in your lap, robe folded neatly beside you. Your bare shoulders caught the last rays of light. For the first time all day, you let yourself be still.

Footsteps crunched behind her.

“You looked taller up there,” Dabi said, voice casual, amused. The kind of fond that ran deep.

You smiled without turning. “I felt it.”

He sat beside you, back against the brick wall, legs stretched out like he owned the place. His hoodie sleeves were pushed to his elbows. A fading burn mark peeked out near his wrist. Neither of you commented on it.

“So now what?” he asked.

You inhaled slowly, then exhaled. “College. Cheer. Living.” A pause. “You?”

He shrugged. “Tattoo apprenticeship. Maybe piercings, too. I’ll keep my options reckless.”

You laughed—light, genuine. “You’re gonna be good at that.”

He tilted his head toward you, eyes crinkling. “I’m already good at this."

“At what?”

“Showing up when it counts.”

The words landed softly, no fanfare, no need to prove. Just the truth of it.

You turned to look at him then. Really look at him.

The guy who used to skip school and light cigarettes with a smirk. The one who kissed you like he had nothing to lose. The one who held your hair back when you cried, who helped you take off old wounds like jewelry you’d outgrown.

The one who stayed.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” you said, quietly.

He reached for your hand. Twined their fingers. “It’s not,” he said, and kissed her.

No fireworks.

No speeches.

Just warmth. Just breath. Just certainty.

The kind of kiss that didn’t try to mark a moment—but anchor it.

The sun dipped below the buildings. Shadows stretched. And the night, like everything else, moved forward.

Together, the two of you stood up.

And walked into whatever came next.

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

sex ban for the mha boys 🙂‍↕️

— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”

you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.

“you said one more,” you cry.

“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”

you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.

izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”

you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”

he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”

“sex. ban. five days.”

his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”

“no.”

“what if i cry a little?”

“…still no.”

now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.

— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”

you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”

you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”

he grins. “you told me to.”

“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”

he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”

“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”

his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”

“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”

he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”

now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.

— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”

he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”

aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”

“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”

he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”

“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”

he raises a brow. “is that so?”

“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”

now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.

— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”

you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.

shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”

you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”

his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”

“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”

he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”

you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”

he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”

“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”

now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.

— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”

you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.

you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”

he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”

“i said slightly.”

he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”

you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”

he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”

you kick him weakly. “i will die.”

now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.

[tessastarfire]

been obsessed with Fooliverse!Milo for a while now… kinda wanna write a fanfic about him

i might cuz i have a Redacted oc waiting in the wings that would work perfectly for it

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog to give writers the power to write 10k words of porn without plot

[fadeintoyou1993]

reading fanfic in bed is one of the best things that could happen to a person

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack's Pizza Preferences

David: Margherita Pizza

Angel: Meat Lovers Pizza with garlic sauce to dip it in

Asher: Chicken-Bacon-Ranch Pizza with Buffalo wings on the side

Babe: Deep-Dish Pepperoni Pizza

Milo: Sausage Pizza with a salad

Sweetheart: Veggie Pizza with a salad

Darling: Garlic Pizza with Broccoli, Black Olives, and Banana Peppers

Sam: Hawaiian Pizza with B+ blood-laced sauce

Gabe: Multiple Pizzas with enough variety for the whole pack to enjoy their favorites.

Marie: Cheese Pizza with a bit of crushed red pepper and parmesan sprinkled on top

[tessastarfire]

I think karma will be no.1 as an idol if he chose to be one. Man is hot too 💀 what about you author? I'd love to hear your opinion 🥰 have a good day

absolutely. he would crush it as an idol. Karma just has this type of confidence about him that just lights up a room and scares everyone in it at the same time (in the best way possible).

soooo.. you might be excited to hear that I’m actually writing a Karma/Reader in an Idol AU and I’ll be putting it out soon so stay tuned for that 😉

[daydreamgoddess14]

Celebration ficlet request #2

Bucky Barnes

Tattoo Artist AU

Opposites Attract

🥰

Also I have one more if you don’t mind. If you’re too busy, I understand

Inked

Susie! Tattoo Artist!Bucky is so cute! I took a little twist with this one!

Tattoo Artist!Bucky x blood drive nurse Reader

Read on AO3

Warnings: talk off needles

Word Count: 571

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He walked into the community blood drive and immediately stuck out. Six foot, tattoos up his arms and dark glasses hiding his eyes.

And - as was your job - you noticed it the second he got close.

The subtle twitch in his jaw, the hesitation in his step when he saw the row of chairs. His eyes scanning the rows of needles, bags, tubes.

He was nervous.

“Hi,” you said, slipping on a fresh pair of gloves and glancing at your call sheet. “Bucky, right?”

He glanced at your name badge. “Yeah. You’re the one doing the stabbing?”

You grinned. “I’m very gentle, I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced. But he took off his sunglasses and dropped into the chair with an overly casual shrug.

You’d barely tied the tourniquet when he swallowed hard and muttered, “This is so fucking stupid.”

You arched a brow. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” he grimaced, then relented a little. “No. Not this whole, thing. It’s that -” he nodded at the needle you were unwrapping.

“Are you seriously telling me that the beefy tattoo guy doesn’t like needles?”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, surprised. “Beefy tattoo guy? I like you.”

“Don’t pass out and I’ll consider liking you back.”

His arm was warm under your hand. Taut muscles covered in ink that crept up past his elbow. A wolf on his forearm, words in delicate script woven throughout.

“You’ve had more needles on your skin than we keep in stock,” you murmured. “You’re telling me this is the one that gets you?”

“It’s different when I’m doing it,” he muttered gruffly.

You paused with the alcohol swab and tilted your head. “You really are scared.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

His jaw flexed. “...Just don’t tell anyone.”

You smirked. “My lips are sealed.”

You guided the needle in quickly and smoothly, and to his credit, he didn’t move. But his other hand curled tight around the armrest. He looked off to the side, taking carefully counted breaths.

You moved around him, checking the position of his arm and the feed into the bag. “You ok? You look a little pale -”

“Peachy,” he muttered. “Don’t worry, I won’t faint on you.”

“That’s unfortunate, I’m stronger than I look.”

He smirked. “So this is what karma feels like, huh?”

You sniggered. “Karma for what?”

“I dunno. Ribbing people when they come into the shop scared outta their mind?”

And then it clicked. Winter Ink.

Of course it was him.

You turned back to him and smiled softly.

“Guess it’s lucky I don’t believe in karma.”

He glanced up at you. “No?”

“No,” you said, carefully. “I think some people just need the right person holding the needle.”

And the way he looked at you just then made your stomach flutter.

He reached up with his free hand and took the pen from the top pocket of your scrubs, “sit,” he instructed.

You sat. He took your hand and turned it in his, fingertips lightly grazing the sensitive inside of your wrist, then with the pen he drew a small, intricate design.

“You gonna sit that still when I tattoo this on you?”

“Depends how gentle you are with the needle,” you breathed.

He smirked without looking up.

“Darlin’, I’m gentle when I want to be. But something tells me you’ll beg for a little sting.”

You were definitely keeping his number from the intake form.

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[tessastarfire]

tattoo artist aus ugh I love them so much 😭😭 also as someone who is deathly afraid of needles I get Bucky so much 😭

[shinsouskitten]

Hi, so I just read your Bakugou NSFW alphabet, and I was wondering could you do one for Karma Akabane? There's a lack of content for him on Tumblr in general compared to Bakugou and I'm THIRSTY.

ME TOO HONEY. love me some sadistic redhead moments

also sorry for this being like RLLY late 😔 i hope you're not too dehydrated

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, this one is dirty

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay hear me out. He’s kinda shit at aftercare. He tries, bless him, but he’s just not really a nice guy (I love the guy but c’mon). Likely the most you’ll get is half a glass of water he forgot was on his bedside table and a towel to clean yourself off. At least, that’s all you’ll get while you’re awake. Once you’re asleep he’ll clean you properly (as well as he can without waking you up) and make sure you’re lying comfortably so you don’t wake up too stiff

There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re okay (and alive) then just lay there stroking your hair until you come (no pun intended) back to him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He likes his hands, especially around your throat or gripping your hips like a vice as he completely ruins you. Something makes me think Karma is a neck guy, cause he can cover them with hickies that you can’t hope to hide unless you have some really good concealer. He’s a bit of a vampire

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Everywhere and anywhere. Karma loves to make a mess, and then constantly tell you how dirty you are and demand that you clean yourself up. One of his favorite moments is after he cums inside you, and warns you not to waste a single drop. If you do, oh boy, I guess he’ll just have to fill you up again

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Karma doesn’t really have any dirty secrets. If he wants to try something out, he’ll tell you. Really he’s shameless. He’s not gonna hide anything from you, even the darkest thoughts born from his deepest depravity

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not many people would be able to go a night with Karma, cause he can get a little intense, so before you he’s not incredibly experienced. He’s not a virgin by any means, but he hasn’t had the chance to try out most of the crazy things he wants to try. So for the most part he knows what he’s doing, but when it gets to the really fun stuff… well it’ll be a learning curve for the both of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Karma doesn’t really have a favorite position, simply because you never stay in one for long enough

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

If you whine, or beg, he will laugh at you (the low chuckle 😩). This dude just really enjoys mocking you, but he’s still very serious about pleasuring you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tbh he doesn’t really put too much effort into grooming. Mostly he’ll just try to keep it trimmed, and occasionally he’ll shave. Don’t worry tho, even though he doesn’t groom like crazy, he still keeps everything clean

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s a fucking sadist. Don’t expect him to kiss your forehead and shower you with rose petals cause that’s just not Karma. This man will fuck you until you’re drooling and shaking and unable to talk with absolutely no remorse

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

Honestly likes it a little too much. Is there such a thing as a masturbation addiction, cause if so, Karma has it. He has an incredibly high drive, and you’re not always there (or able to keep up with him) so if the dick goes up, the hand goes down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He puts the S in BDSM

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

Once again, anywhere and everywhere. He’s also not shy about being caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

When you talk back to him. Did someone say brat tamer?

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

He’ll try anything once, so don’t be shy to suggest something. This man is truly depraved, so anything you could think of, he’s thought of worse

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Receiving, 100% receiving. And he’s not gentle either. Get ready for a face fucking cause he will use you until he’s satisfied. If he’s going down on you, it’s because he wants to overstimulate you and see those pretty little tears run down your cheeks

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He will break your back. ‘Nuff said

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Karma looooooooves quickies, especially in public. There’s something about being so needy that you just can’t wait and the thrill and risk of being caught by unsuspecting onlookers

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He once fucked you through a midnight showing of Fifty Shades of Gray, as a demonstration that that movie knows nothing about the real good stuff (his words). Surprisingly, no one in the cinema caught on to what was happening in the back seats, and even if they heard something, they most likely ignored it as part of the film. So yeah, he’s down for some risk

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

It just doesn’t stop. Like- HOW CAN ONE PERSON HAVE SO MUCH STAMINA?! TF?! If you’re not literally shaking he’s not stopping (unless you ask him too of course, he may be an ass but he’s not a completely terrible person)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Oh my. If it exists, he has it. And he’s not shy about trying toys on himself either. He’s very open to new things so it’s not uncommon that you come home to find three new boxes on the kitchen counter and Karma standing over them with a maniacal grin

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Dude. It’s Karma

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

A small groan here and there, but most of the volume coming from your bedroom will be your own screams. The neighbors know his name, they’ve heard it so much it’d be impossible not to. He uses a fair amount of dirty talk, but he keeps most of his own sounds quiet. He wants to hear your voice, not his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Now cause it’s not technically a dirty secret I left this one until now. One time he had a dream where you topped him and he woke up harder than he’s ever been in his life. He’s way too proud to ever admit wanting to see you take the lead, but if you surprise him and steal the reins, he may just protest a little less

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

Mini Karma stands tall at a good 7 inches. He’s slightly leaner than average, but there’s a slight curve that has him drilling into your sweet spot with each and every thrust

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You know Mt Everest? Yeah? Keep going up

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his stamina levels it’s highly unlikely he’d fall asleep before you. There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re still alive

[tessastarfire]

hello, author! Hope you're having a great day, I wanted to know if you write fantasy stuff? If you do can you write karma akabane as a ruthless Knight protecting his princess or something? Or maybe he's from the rival kingdom kidnapping her? Idk your choice, I just want some karma headcanons that's all :)

Hi anon! I hope you are having an awesome day (or night)!

I live for fantasy stuff! I chose to do the first one because it's easier to make headcanons for it, while the second one would be better off written as a full story. I hope you enjoy!

Knight!Karma Akabane x Princess!Reader HCs

Content includes: royalty au, protective! Karma

Content warnings: mentions of violence/blood, threats of death/assassination, implied torture (it doesn't actually happen, it's just mentioned)

Knight!Karma Akabane is feared throughout the kingdom because of the way he handles enemies. He never does so with brute force alone, but with calculated cruelty.

It's unnerving the way he moves on the battlefield - his enemies never know if he's about to kill them or play with them first.

Knight!Karma Akabane would tease you constantly, especially in private.

But the moment someone disrespects you, even subtly like a backhanded compliment, he's suddenly dead serious. His blade would be drawn without hesitation.

He lives to push boundaries... except when it comes to your safety. That's his line in the sand. He will never deliberately put you in danger.

Knight!Karma Akabane pretends not to care about court politics but will have dirt on every noble in the room. If anyone tries to manipulate you, he's already ten steps ahead, even if you don't need it.

He hates authority unless it's yours (and even then, he'll sass you until you're red in the face, before obeying with a cheeky grin on his face).

Knight! Karma Akabane will never admit that he worries about your safety when you're out of his sight... but he'll always slip a blade into your shoe or remind you where the escape passages are.

Only you will ever see the quiet protectiveness he shows (like when he watches you sleep with a hand on his weapon at all times, knowing how many people would kill for your crown).

After a battle, the first that Knight!Karma Akabane does is find you, blood-streaked and tired, and check you over.

"You better not be hurt, or I'll kill whoever managed it. Even if it was you."

Knight!Karma Akabane has a jealous and possessive side of him, though he hides it under sarcasm.

If a suitor gets too close, Karma will suddenly be at yourside, arm draped casually across his sword hilt.

"Didn't know rats were allowed near royalty now."

He intimidates every potential suitor who flirts with you - even if you scold him for it later.

Knight!Karma Akabane would never betray your secrets, even under torture. If you confide in him, whether it be about your fears, or your burdens, he will guard that knowledge more fiercely than the castle gates.

Knight!Karma Akabane doesn't hesitate to put himself in danger for you. He would shrug off stab wounds with a grin if it meant you were unharmed.

"You're bleeding!" you say while giving him a once-over. "Yeah, but you're not, so... win-win."

Knight!Karma Akabane always has contingency plans in case of assassination attempts, poisonings, kidnappings - you name it. And they always work.

Knight!Karma Akabane will never say the words "I love you" first, but you feel in the way he always puts himself between you and the arrow.

You were never just his job. You were his life.

And if you shared a few kisses here and there? Well, that was nobody's business but your own.

[allykatsart]

More Tumblr x AO3 art. Anyone else remember when the archive was in the hospital for like 3 days? Yeahahahah that was scary

...also AO3 would get stabbed and then say 'im sorry for the mess' dksflakdfj;as

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David NSFW hc!!

I don’t think he’ll ever use toys with Angel in the bedroom. I see him as someone that’s so confident in his own body and how he uses it that he knows he can make them see stars without anything else. He knows all their spots and where they’re most sensitive, and he can make them orgasm with just one finger as well.

It’s less of an insecurity thing and more of a pure confidence thing, if that makes sense.

The man’s too powerful, and he knows it.

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