More Than a Favor

Bakugou x fem!reader (sorry it's also heavily selfshipy)

warnings: breeding, awkward sex, masturbation, talk about pregnancy, loads of humor, like I said it's heavily selfship so he uses the nickname he would call me sorry, also it's unedited. yolo amirite?

WC: 5.6K

a/n: I am having a shitty day and as I always do when i have shitty days i get possessed and write comfort shit so here this is. it's kinda humourous, also it is exactly how i talk. anywhoo you can rea it or not. it's fine i get it. if you do read it, i hope you enjoy.

“I just need you to spurt in my pussy so I can have a baby! Easy peasy!” 

You’re standing in the hallway of your shared apartment building with Katsuki and he can’t believe his ears right now. Of all the years of being your best friend and listening to the wild shit that comes out of your mouth, you’d think he’d be immune to the surprise. But like always you’re always keeping him on his toes.

Still though, this “favor” might prove to be a little too much even for him. You know he’d do anything for you, the same way you’d do anything for him. You’ve been the one constant over the last few years too. Stuck by him when he was an asshole, when he wasn’t an asshole, when he ghosted that girl he was dating, even bailed him out  when he got arrested for breaking the stupid paparazzi's camera.

He grimaces and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Ugh don't fucking say it like that!” 

Yandere Royal Gay AU: King Dabi x daughter reader x Concubine Hawks

Intro

When someone tried to hurt daughter reader

Reacting to reader choking a prince

New characters

Empress Momo pt 2

Assassins Erasermic going to save kidnapped reader

More about princess reader

Platonic Yandere Emperor Kai Chisaki

Does reader make her yanderes stressed?

Reader came back from Kai's empire

Reader tears up Keigo's clothes pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7

How reader's mother died

Concubine Keigo's backstory + how he became a yandere for reader pt 2

Did Enji and Rei like reader's mother?

Mother's day

Reader gets her first period pt 2

Reader accepts dragon egg from Bakugo and ends up getting engaged unknowingly

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the tyrant (viii)

Another few more months with the year ending, and another would mark the end of five years. Despite being bedridden, it had made you uneasy since spending the luxury time doing nothing had made you naught. Yumi and the personal servants who you had personally hired for your inner circle inside the castle had been keeping you posted up about your businesses from the outside. Everything was going well.

the tyrant (vi); side two

Your heart was hammering that it resounded loudly in your ears, and you could feel your blood rushing through every part of your body and veins. You were scared. Sukuna quickly departed after the revelation and reveled in your horrid expression; he had made it clear what his intentions with you were; this time, it wasn’t just a fleeting dream you could avoid. It’s a reality now. You quickly dismiss everyone to go on break, much to their appreciation, and then throw yourself into an abandoned room where no soul is around.

iv. the damned

blood&pearls mlist

wc: 2.1k

summary: you venture out to the land, only to witness fire, ash, and blood raining from the sky.

warnings: active cannibalism

If you listen closely, you can hear the gentle, pale winds in the mountains speaking to each other and the branches of the trees whispering. The stillness of the creeks and the bubbling of the hot springs is a melodious charm to your sensitive ears. You close your eyes and lay your head in the water, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on your sunkissed skin. Rose petals float on the surface of the water next to your arms and your legs, brushing against your skin teasingly.

The fairies do not understand why there are so many roses and red rose petals in the water recently. Roses are not native to Lord Sukuna’s domain, they mumble in confusion to each other. Roses would sooner die than be in full bloom in the demon’s presence. 

You only laugh and dip your head underwater.

Don’t judge me pls

changes

synopsis. it's 11 PM, and you're missing him.

cw. fem!reader, grad student!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~26 yrs old), mentions of alcohol

word count. 1.0k words

“Long day at uni?”

You look up from the glass of beer you’re mindlessly staring at to Uraraka, who’s seated at the booth across from you, a worried expression plastered on her face.

You heave a sigh. “You know the works. Exams, presentations,” you cringe, “I got called for oral recitation.”

At that, Uraraka winces. “Yeesh.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you say, almost defensively. You take a swig of your beverage before continuing. “I stuttered a bit, but I was able to answer the question.”

“That’s our girl.”

You smile, feeling warm from the praise.

A silence falls over you before Uraraka speaks up again.

“Is there any reason why you’re drinking at,” she checks her watch, “11:30 on a Tuesday night?”

This hurt my heart so good oh my god. One of those things where you’re both perfect for each other but somehow it just doesn’t work. And no matter how hard he tries to make it work or convinces himself that he can do it, it just doesn’t. Because he’s the hero, he’s the one that can save everyone but he can’t save you. Sigh.

Just imagining him older, more mature and realising all the shit he gave up for his empty existence as a Pro-Hero. Because what’s the point of being the best at 30+, but not having you? Like standing at Kiri’s wedding as his best man and Deku trying to shush his son in the crowd before the bride walks in, just wanting what everyone else has. I’m going off on a tangent as always but omg I just love these pining fics so so good💕

“Every single fucking day, princess.”

Killed me dead.

Husband sukuna x reader

Genre: Fluff/angst

Warnings: Mafia AU, Mentions of sex the night before and morning sex, reader is stalked and kidnapped, not proof read, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DNI

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You knew it wasnt right to get involved in the Mafia, but ever since you married your husband and swore to stay with him forever you made the choice to remain by his side, even if it meant you might get hurt.

Let this sink in for a moment guys-

Pheromone

Alpha!Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fuck or die, dubcon, violence, guns and shooting, marking and biting, villain reader, dystopian universe, hate fucking, edging, oral sex (male receiving), pulling out :(, breeding kink

WC: 13K

a/n: Hey so this is a fic I wanted to be a series but motivation is wack and so is brain power so for now it is a one shot. Anyway it is my very first time writing an abo fic and trying to tie in some dystopian future shit as well. But Katsu is his overly hormonal horny self so hopefully y’all will at least enjoy that. Also this reader is a bad ass, if y’all don’t wanna fuck her by the end, then I will. ANYWHOO enjoy!

“I won’t let anyone take you.”

Fiercer words have never been spoken, at least not by you. You stand, guarding a shaking scared woman who weeps in the corner of your very tiny run down kitchen. The moon pouring through the tiny window illuminates the darkness. Shadows dance amongst the paint peeled wall as you both breathe anxiously, shoulders rising and falling like you’ve just run a marathon.

The faucet drip drip drips, counting down the time, the steps taken between you and your enemy. The damn thing is always leaking, you’ve never learned to tune it out. You’ve requested a repair countless times, yet it still drip drip drips like an incessant nipping on your nerves. 

Today it feeds your rage and you bare your teeth in ferocious anger. You tighten your fist around the hilt of the knife you’re holding, poised toward piercing your enemy. You won’t win against an alpha, that fact is almost certainly true but you know you’ll be able to take a few down. You’ll buy enough time for her to get out of here.

⭒ lost ⭒ ryomen s.

sukuna who lost all his self respect from the day he married you and the night he was first deep in your cunt. had him rolling his eyes back and his legs almost going numb from how warm and tight you squeezed around him. he had to on top- his beefy resting on your wide childbearing hips as you slammed down on him causing him to release the load he was trying to hold. he felt so stimulated and you had his cock twitching without you even knowing. when you tried to ask him what’s wrong he asked to go again practically begging. he wouldn’t and he couldn’t get his mind off how the white fitted corset pinched your waistline and squeezed your breast so tight they could pop out whenever you breath, or the bustling full-skirt that hid those thighs he wanted to be between. whenever you’d look over to him exposing those pearly whites if yours. sometimes in the morning he would kick out the maids and butlers out of the room to lay you down on the table and bang you right there. you didn’t know what to grab on for support to save yourself from his hard thrust. you would cry out and whimper when the plates crash on the ground but he didn’t stop. you would be so shy about the incident after and you would feel so bad about how you didn’t even get to taste the food they took their time with. he couldn’t control himself so when you came to meet him he offer you to sit on his face with no shame at it. sukuna’s body on the carpet while his head rested on the end of the throne and you hovered over his face while your legs were resting beside his head. slurping, and sucking noises echoed the room and you tried to keep quiet but no matter what he wouldn’t stop shoving his face deeper into your wet cunt. “ wait- someone could come innn!!” you protest grabbing the throne to light yourself up but you’d get yank back down to his face while feeling the laces of your corset untied. “ no one is gonna interrupt me and my wife- fuck sit back down” and you would lost it, wanting to bury yourself 6 feet deep down in the dirt when someone would walk in

The longer the man in your direct path attempts to hold your attention, the faster he careens to an untimely death. Of course, the young man before you is none the wiser, barely noticing the nervous tap in your foot as he continues to chat you up to the best of his ability. If he knew what were good for him, he’d move out of your way, but usually men of this sort don’t - not the type of man who’d put out his cigarette and corner you on your way out of a convenience store in the dead of night, engaging you in conversation you are not interested in.

“All I’m saying is that it’s dangerous out there, and perhaps you should consider letting me accompany you home,” he finishes his proposition. The smile on his face is sleazy, but just that is not enough to warrant death. He leans over, eyes running up and down your form as though you’re not shrouded in an oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants that reveal very little about your shape or condition.

The calm demeanor on your face does not betray the fact that your heart is starting to pick up in pace. From the moment he started talking, you’ve been counting in time with an internal stopwatch. You’re close to 2 minutes, perhaps 3. You’re surprised he’s still breathing.

After all, you have a shadow. 

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Izuku is the type of person to give you wildflowers that he saw on the side of the road.

He’ll pick dandelions even if he knows they’re weeds. He picks them just because he thinks they’re pretty, and you deserve pretty things.

He’s fluent in the language of flowers - he’ll pick a blue flower when he notices you’re anxious, or give you a pink one when he’s not as coy.

Something about him and flowers, it just makes sense.

Lovelorn & Laughable

You’ve been dating Bakugou for eight months, and your relationship with the infamous explosive hero is a confusing case among your friends.

However, you don’t know how confused they are until Uraraka pulls you aside one day to ask if you’re okay—read: to ask if you’re safe.

You almost laugh in her face, but you’re able to keep it together in front of her honest expression.  It’s surprising how little they know, and it’s hilarious how wrong they are (which is wild to you, because aren’t they close with Midoriya who considers him one of his closest friends?).

It’s laughable that they think Bakugou, of all people, is dangerous to you.

Bakugou, who gives you his credit card three months into the relationship.

Bakugou, who changes his phone background weekly because he can’t decide on one favorite picture of you.

Bakugou, who searches for your hand to hold even in his sleep, who jerks awake whenever he feels you shift too far away in bed, whose frantic fingers search the sheets for you in his half-sleep.

That Bakugou.  Right.

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most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.

he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.

still, he doesn’t really get it.

of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?

pillow mist—the latest villain.

“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”

“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.

Your favourite thing to do is pretend you have no idea who Dynamite is and constantly fucking up Bakugo’s name on his coffee.

He’ll come in once he’s done patrol and changed out of his hero costume. The first time it happened was honestly an accident. You’d been so lost in thought, you took his order and then asked for his name. When he didn’t reply right away, you glanced up at him, his face holding a blank look.

“Ha? You don’t know who I am?”

Of course you knew who he was, everyone in the city knew who he was, regardless of being in costume or in normal clothes. You could almost see the gears moving in his head, wondering how anyone could possibly not know who he was. You simply shrugged, handing him his change and getting to work on his very simple coffee order.

Once done, you placed his order on the counter and bid him a good day. The look on his face when he picked up the coffee and read the name on it was priceless. His face scrunched up in confusion and then immediately to anger.

“Is this some sort of fucking joke?”

You were for thankful the shop was busy for once. You knew he wouldn’t make a scene. You gave a smile and a wave, and continued to help the next customer in line. You watched out of the corner of your eyes as he glared at the name as he left the shop, grumbling to himself.

Despite that first encounter, he kept coming back. A few days every week, he gave you his normal coffee order (to the point that he stopped even telling you the order) and you purposely messed up his name. He knew you knew who he was, so he’d play your stupid little game. He told himself day in and day out that he was only going back to the coffee shop until you got his name correct but deep down he knew that not to be true.

You really were surprised when he showed up the next day, empty coffee cup in hand. Slamming it down on the counter and glaring at you. The neatly written Pro Hero Deku facing you.

“That’s not my fucking name.”