Piston Hondo Masterlist

Piston Hondo Masterlist

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Headcanons

(Request) (Fluff) Piston Hondo Relationship Headcanons

No Straight Roads Masterlist

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Zuke

DK West

Mayday

DJSS

Neon J

Eve

Tatiana

Kiff

1010

(White) Rin

(Blue) Purlhew

(Green) Eloni

(Yellow) Haym

(Red) Zimelu

Despicable Me Master List

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Dru Gru

Felonious Gru

Maxime Le Mal

Rule Page

Before you read on please be respectful of my boundaries and rules I have in place. There here for a reason after all. I have the right as a writer to deny and delete any requests I get that I may be uncomfortable with. If you don’t agree with any of this then I suggest to never interact with this blog.

If y’all can when requesting give me some sort of plot to work off of as well.

However, I'm absolutely fine with other writers and artists being inspired by my work. @ me so I can see your beautiful writings/art! 👉👈

It's an obvious thing, but please don't steal my work and post it as your own. If you have all the time in the world to steal others work for whatever reason, you have the time to learn to write your own fanfiction/headcanons. If my work is posted elsewhere that's not on A03, Wattpad, or Tumblr please message me!

Obvious thing, but Prosh*ppers and anyone who hates the LGBTQ community in any shape or form, DNI EVER PLEASE!!!

Minors DNI EITHER!!! This is a adult only blog. Only people over 18+ are allowed to interact on this blog. I'm aware I can't prevent minors from ever seeing this blog so I'm gonna say this. PLEASE DO NOT message me or send an ask telling me you're a minor and some shit. That shit makes me extremely uncomfortable. I'll have you blocked on sight. Also, don't reblog or like my writing unless you're asking to be blocked.

Anywaysss section down below is lists of things I'm comfortable writing and not comfortable writing. Please read this thoroughly before requesting!

I write:

Male and Female X Female Readers

Male and Female X Gender Neutral Readers

NSFW (within my boundaries) and SFW (examples include strictly platonic friendships and romantic relationships) for characters who are 18+

Fanfics, headcanons, drabbles

What I plan to write about in the future, but don’t request these to me for now:

Poly Relationships (I have to learn how to write them better 😅)

Male Readers (As a female myself, I need to work on writing the male perspective better, as I've always strictly written female and gender neutral readers. I'd hate to misrepresent my male orientated homies if my writing is awkward and ridged.)

What I’ll NEVER write. NEVER REQUEST THESE TO ME:

Pe*ophile shit

In*est

Toxic Relationships (like downright horrid)

Ab*se

Ships (I don't hate ships but this blog is strictly x reader fanfiction)

Yandere behaviour…. It just creeps me out too much

‘Real’ life actors (example stranger things) This is a blog strictly writing about fictional characters.

Anything to do with fictional minors is a no no. This is strictly a blog made with the intention of having an adult audience in mind who also simps over adult fictional characters as much as I do.

Under the “keep reading” section down below goes more into the NSFW Rules. If you’re not comfortable reading it please feel free to never read this part!

Now onto the more… NSFW of things. I write:

Consensual Sex

Degradation kink (hair pulling, chocking, spanking)

Dom/Sub/Switch Dynamics

Bondage

Teasing

Orgasm Denial

Sensation Play (blindfold, wax play, etc)

Breeding Kink

Praise Kink

Oral

Biting Kink

What I’ll NEVER write. NEVER REQUEST THESE TO ME:

N*n-c*n

R*pe

Piss kink

Voyeurism

Mommy/daddy kink (I'm realllyy on a fine line on this one idfk)

Foot kink

Spitting kink

Cutting kink

Slapping kink (slapping/punching a partners face is a big FAT no from me)

If you read this far thank you, and thank you for respecting my rules I have in place. I’ll add more rules probably in the future here if I need to. ^^💜

Maxime Le Mal Masterlist

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Headcanons

[Mix of sfw and nsfw rambling] Maxime Le Mal - Mixture Of Headcanons

Fanfics

(Working on it!) [Fluff. Chaos happens] Maxime Le Mal X Female Reader - It's... You • Pt. 1, Pt 2 (Working on it!) [Fluff] Maxime Le Mal X Female Reader - I Miss You

(Working on it!) Maxime Le Mal X Reader - The Funner Side Of Things [Fluff and cartoon violence(?)] (Working on it!) [Comfort/Angst] Maxime Le Mal X Reader - Let It Go (Working on it!) [Angst] Maxime Le Mal X Reader - Old Times (Working on it!) [Angst] Maxime Le Mal X Reader - What They've Done For Power

(Working on it!) [Smut] Maxime Le Mal X Female Reader - Needing You

Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."