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I’m writing only for Naruto atm, and here you’ll find some Shisui/Itachi, lots of /reader fics, and even more OC content. Below the cut is a masterpost of all my works | Updated on October 3rd, 2022

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» summary: Adam sees her again when he is less monster, not yet man.

» pairing: The Creature / Elizabeth Harlander

» rating: mature

» word count: 1361

» content warning for introspection, romance, mutual pining, first kiss, canon divergence

» author’s note: this is literally just some introspection i threw together in about an hour. diverges from the wedding bcus Reasons

» ao3 link.

Adam sees her again when he is less monster, not yet man. 

Not - quite, at the very least. The world is still much a puzzle, still too bright and loud and new. Adam knows he is a he and not an it - he knows he thinks, and feels, and that it vexes his creator as deeply as it vexes him. Despair nips his heels for the loneliness of life, and still he dreams -

Still he finds her. 

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» summary:
“You know what happens to bad girls with wandering hands,” he warns you, voice a whisper as he noses against your hair, breathing in deep of your scent.
Your pulse thunders, mouth going dry. You catch sight of the moment of no return, the precipice on which you’ve dragged both him and yourself. And decide all at once to leap.
“I don’t think I do, actually,” you respond with a careless shrug, sure of your victory.

» pairing: zayne/fem!reader

» rating: explicit

» wordcount: 5067

» content warning for dom/sub, restraints, bondage, teasing, gags, clothed sex, vaginal sex, choking, finger sucking, dirty talk, ‘sir’ kink, use of 'good girl’, cock warming, spanking, spit kink, unsafe sex, creampie

» author’s note: title is from the song hushh by aviva

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You were used to waiting in his office. Familiar, if not friendly; a spartan room that didn’t have much by way of personal effects, a necessity more than a comfort despite the fact Zayne spends much of his time here. You’d already tapped away at your phone until your various gachas no longer held interest, had peeked through the books on the shelf. Nothing of note, aside from a couple about dreams and gardening of all things. Mostly medical journals and studies, filled to bursting with jargon you could barely wrap your head around. Had poked around his desk, clearing away some chocolate wrappers and a long-forgotten coffee, eyes glancing over the screen of his laptop and he really had to come and check on you right that moment, didn’t he? A stern look for your troubles, his hand snapping the top down just as you’d caught a peek of a corner of his wallpaper featuring a familiar background of the photobooth you frequent and what you were confident was the fall of your hair. 

Ha. Sap.

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