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I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules).
Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!
Summary:You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring?
Warnings:18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Word Count:40.1k.(I’m sorry)
The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.
This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.
not a spoiler free reblog so don’t read if you don’t want anything spoiled!! but go read it now, it’s so worth it i
don’t think ANYONE!!! can understand how much this single piece fueled me. it was so good??? the reason why the reader is in so much debt, how nasty and downright wicked Shindou is? he is such a good villain and Jo definitely serves him justice. i love how much of a softie Bakugou is under his hard demeanor. betting his whole fight club on the match to pay off reader’s debt??? how he kept repeating he’d do anything for them? ugh my freaking heart. it’s so wicked in depth (i mean, 40k of plot building with delicious smut) but the theme itself, underground fight club, just itches such a good spot in my brain i can’t even describe it!! plus, while being “seedy,” Bakugou still plays fair, takes care of all his fighters while still being an absolute badass? he fucking got stabbed and was still only caring about reader? i’m head over heels in love. this will be something i come back to time and time again
jo, truly thank you for this masterpiece. i am in awe of how lovely a writer you are and will forever be jealous of how you can write so much and have every single word create such a powerful impact. truly incredible!
kirishima murmurs it to your mare quietly, scrubbing a rough hand down the front of her muzzle as he frowns, as the words sit between you both like a life sentence. a royal order not even you can overturn.
“i am,” you agree, and his eyes flick to yours over the saddle for just a moment before falling away, ashamed. for all that he lacks in wealth and class, he’s more honorable than any knight you’ve ever known, more respect in his pouty lips than in all the kings of the north. if only you could be the same, then perhaps this hurt wouldn’t wound you both so deeply. “are you married, ser eijirou?”
“no, ’m not,” his frown deepens, even pulling a crease between his eyebrows as he stares at the ground, hard as iron. “‘n i beg yer pardon, m'lady, but i’m no ser.”
I love these kinds of AUs when they’re done right ahhh!! Just imagining the longing and the desperation for each other but knowing that you can’t ever truly be together. The risk, and the adrenaline when you are
Kirishima is just so fucking hot in this, when he says but you’re my queen. so so good!
bakugou katsuki grew up knowing he was needed for how strong his quirk was—how strong hewas.
people tended to look up to him, rely on him, for how masterfully he wielded his power. this was only amplified once he hit the pro-hero stage. if there was any trouble, the public could always count on great explosion murder god dynamight to wrap things up nicely. they could always count on him to win. and he did. every single time.
he was a pillar of victory. he was a pillar of strength.
he became one of the heroes to call on whenever there was a particularly rough villain roaming the streets. he was pulled every which way, multiple voices constantly telling him the same three words no matter if he was on duty or not:
“i need you.”
“dynamight, i need you to head to the kuiki district—”
“dynamight, i need you at the agency in five—”
“dynamight, i need you to stop the villain with the illusion quirk—”
this incessant need for him, for his power, dominated his life on the daily. and he grew to expect it, to accept it, even. he let it control him, guiding his actions and his triumphs. he was needed, after all. who was he to let these people down?
he was a hero. the world needed him. needed dynamight.
but you, pretty little you, didn’t.
the day katsuki’s heart started bleeding for you was the day you told him you didn’t need him. you wanted him. not for his power, not for his strength. but just for him. for bakugou katsuki.
his entire life that he unconsciously based on his self-worth—on how he could win any battle against any villain, how he could be the strong figure people could always look up to—was upturned by those simple words you uttered to him one quiet night.
youchose him, chose to want him. you chose to love him, to treasure him forever until the end of your life. he felt something snap inside him—something he didn’t know he’d been subconsciously craving for as long as he could remember.
the feeling of being wanted.
that someone could look at him and see not only his strength, but everything else that made up him—flaws and all—and still want him.
and katsuki knew, from that moment on, that you were someone that he never wanted to let go.
I love this because I feel like this really delves deep into Bakugou as a character. Like when he was growing up everyone wanted to be friends with him because of his quirk, he got praised because of his quirk- never for actually being him. I felt this on another level ahhhh
Warnings: female reader, pet names used (princess, babe), spanking threatened, swearing protective Bakugou, pregnancy, food cravings, puking mentioned, pouty reader (I have baby fever for some reason, idk why)
Waking up in the morning determined to eat something to satisfy your pregnancy cravings since being sick all the time was starting to piss you off, you were adamant that there was something in the house that you could eat without taking an immediate trip to the bathroom.
Except there wasn’t.
And Katsuki comes home to find you curled up on that sofa with a huge pout, surrounded by tissues because you’d been watching a sad film and a pile by take out menus on your lap. You were sat in one of his huge t-shirts, it barely covered your legs, and some fluffy socks with Dynamight logo on them that you bought (read: stole) from the official merchandise at his office.
“What the fuck?”
“Katsuki!” You turned and jutted out your bottom lip, exaggerating the pout even more. “I’m hungry, but there’s nothing to eat.”
After putting the heavy and dangerous parts of his hero costume away, planting a soft kiss on your head and then your protruding tummy, he walks over to the fridge shaking his head in amusement.
“I’ll make ya somethin’, we went shopping yesterday so the fridge has… absolutely nothing.” He turns to you, confused as heck with a frown on his face. “What the fuck, princess?”
sum: you know all that love stuff makes bakugo sick… too bad all your dates keep being ruined by it.
a/n:born of a poll i did last summer, when someone suggested i write something about how bakugo would propose… and then when i thought about it, couldn’t decide how. i still can’t believe it took me so long to finish… so i’m happy that i’m finally able to give it to the world (and to that person, wherever they may be).
also, literally thank you so, SO much to my beta readers @pluviophile-imagines+@phen0l … i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am for them!!! truly lifesavers and so thoughtful and kind and SOOOOOOO TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! they deserve all the love <333
warning: SFW, angst with a happy ending, bakugo literally just refuses to talk about his feelings, miscommunications, genderneutral except use of petnames like “babe,” + “baby…” + ask to tag!
(read on ao3here - coming soon!)
enjoy!
Smoke floods the screen; big billows of charcoal gray and black smothering the world with ash. Sky in the background, the sun hangs in a defeated glaze, overpowered with a blooming darkness that swirls in tandem with the clouds.
From the haze, a torn costume makes itself known; orange and green uniting in the form of steel cut shoulders and wide sprawling Xs. A single, large gauntlet adorning a wrist that’s attached to an equally as intimidating bicep, the other fist clenched tightly in the loops of a belt…
Bakugo appears…
… and the camera that is recording almost shakes in excitement.
He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great.
“Dynamight!” an interviewer yells, animatedly, bubbly, running into the frame from somewhere off screen. The man has a wide, toothy smile that bounces between the camera and Bakugo’s face, and he catches up with a noticeable puff of air. “So glad I caught you, spare a minute for a couple questions?”
Bakugo grunts, the camera zooming in on him wiping soot off his sweat-streaked face. He nods, one single strike of his chin downward, but nonetheless continues to make his way through the rubble that takes up the rest of the crime-scene-turned-battleground. The interviewer, still beaming, jogs alongside him without breaking a sweat.
“What an amazing battle, sir!” His voice is cheery and unbothered, stiff with a practiced perfection that only a trained TV anchor would have.
Bakugo grunts again.
“What is this?” he says. “Your 79th consecutive win this year?”
“80th.”
The interviewer ignores the mistake.
“We need to celebrate! What sounds good to ol’ Murder God Dynamight?”
“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Bakugo corrects once more. The words also go unnoticed with a spritely blink and uncanny smile.
“And to think, this venue was for weddings, too…”
There’s a pregnant pause, Bakugo’s booted foot halting in the air, his once neutral-if-not-undetectably-peeved expression now falling stiff with eyebrows twitching.
“Say, we all know you have a special someone back at home,” the interviewer declares, eyes lighting up as his grin visibly grows. “You have for quite a while now. Any plans on tying the knot soon?”
The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.
Ahhh Caitie! You had be captivated already with the first few lines!
He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great.
When you said “meant to be great” I felt it!! This is the image the world sees- the Dynamight everyone knows but it’s like they forget the man beneath?
The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.
Omg I’m laughing so hard, just imagining Bakugou absolutely despising reporters at the best of times but the moment they ask about his love life? He’s out-
“No! It just fucking… It ruined… God.”
CAITIE I’M SCREAMING! The hiking— because he loves hiking and then the view and everything omg bless his poor heart I wanna sob.
“I was thinking about it, anyway,” you say, your own hand moving to rest on top of his, “and doesn’t a hiking proposal seem stupid, anyway?”
OMG we’re trying to make him feel better but we made it worse poor baby.
Deku gets on one knee and Bakugo tears himself from your arms.
CAITIE OMG YOU’RE BULLYING HIM SO BAD bless him. You know how hard it would be for him to plan one proposal and now look at him
OMG AND THE ANNIVERSARY?! Only Bakugou could have luck this bad.
“Fucking hell, baby,” his face pinches as he storms around the table to wrap himself around where you sit. “You’re so dumb.”
I LOVE ONE MAN. Omg him calling us names
THE ENDING!!! I’m screeching. That was so fucking perfect. The way he fucking would as well I’m obsessed!!! And you know that would be the only thing he says to the reporter before he trudges off and then he breaks the internet.
I just love the way you describe Bakugou and his personality like it’s so identical to how I think he’d act and feel so I love reading the way you characterise him. You get him so spot on. This was sooooo good!
I genuinely cannot get the idea of Kiri being a girl dad out of my head and I wrote this in 15 minutes. Not proof read. Please enjoy.
Girl Dad Kiri
He would be the best dad ever as it is but when he finds out you’re having a girl he can’t help the flow of happy tears that pour from his eyes. Something about having a little one around and the hope of her being exactly like you fills him with so much joy.
You always told him that you wanted your first to be a boy but you’re happy nonetheless to experience something like this with him. He’s so reassuring that everything will be okay and that you guys will be the best team to raise your daughter.
He’s so gentle and so affectionate with you, especially once you start showing. He can’t keep his hands off of you and your little baby bump. Something about seeing you with a swollen belly, carrying his baby, makes his heart skip a beat. He’s always offering to help you up, help you sit or lay down. Always has one hand on your belly and the other on your lower back or grasped in your hand.
Stands behind you while you cook dinner, fingers interlaced as he holds you from behind. Kissing the crook of your neck. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help? You shouldn’t be on your feet, I don’t want your back to get sore. By the way, have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
“Eiji, I’m okay.” You reassure him. “Plus you know you can’t cook anyway.” You smile at him as his chin rests on your shoulder. Earning a soft laugh from behind you. Leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Of course he agreed that you’ll always be the better cook and he can’t wait for his baby girl to learn from the best. Hoping that she’ll share the same love for cooking and baking as you do. He dreams of watching his soon to be favorite girls in the kitchen while he gets to try everything the two of you come up with. He’d definitely join in as the two of you playfully throw flour at him while making his favorite baked goods.
He doesn’t really do any research because he feels like he was meant to be a dad, besides he has you. Kind of freaks out and forgets things when you’re ready to go into labor but it’s hard to be upset with him by the wide toothy grin and gentle eyes of adoration spread across his face.
Let’s you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to while he sits behind you and tells you how great you’re doing. Always reminding you to breathe and that it’ll all be okay.
Once your baby girl finally gets here, he’s so eager to hold her. Scared he might crush her because of his size, but he’s so in love already that he can’t help himself.
Definitely cries when he sees her in your arms for the first time. He can’t help but let the tears flow as he looks at his beautiful little family. The family you gave him.
You’ve made all of his dreams come true and he couldn’t be more ecstatic when you tell him you want to try for another. How could he possibly tell you no? The idea of a growing family always made his heart swell in his chest.
You’re so hard on yourself after you try and try and try for a boy after having your third girl.
“Eiji, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just want to give you a boy. I want you to have someone that embodies you. I want you to have that connection” you tell him.
“Honestly, another girl couldn’t make me happier. It’s one more reason I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have you” He’d tell you. “One more reason for me to do everything I can to protect you. All of you. Even if we did try again I would still hope for a girl and I would still hope she’d be exactly like you.”
He would definitely teach them that even girls can be strong. Definitely takes them to the gym and puts them through training when they’re old and capable enough. Is definitely the best sports dad ever if that’s what they’re interested in.
He’s so supportive of everything and he continues to thank you for giving him the perfect family. He truly could not have asked for more and if you wanted, he would happily continue to build a family until your hearts content. He can’t get enough of having a being that is half of him and half of you running around.
Even with having 4 kids running around, he never forgets to pay attention to you. Continues to be very affectionate , even in front of your daughters. Always complimenting you on how you look. Makes jokes about you being a milf. All your daughters roll their eyes and tell their dad he’s gross and to take those comments elsewhere. He can’t help but throw it back in their face jokingly and say “don’t temp me or we might just end up with another one of you around the house if that happens.”
You can’t help but laugh and tell your kids that they shouldn’t settle for a man any less that what their father is like. Because he truly is the best husband and the best girl dad.
Just imagining big, pro-hero Kirishima holding his newborn baby has my ovaries exploding. This was so frigging cute I love
Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, predatory behaviour, just on the border of stepdad fic (this is a one time exception because this dynamic isn’t really for me but you know, brain makes no sense), mentions of mental health, bullying, isolation, bad parenting, age gap, self-harm, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, dissociation, substance abuse. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:You’re nineteen and life is standing still, that is until your mother meets her dream man, then everything changes. (innocent!reader)
Characters:Loki (silverfox)
Note: Hello! Just so everyone is on the same page or nothing is missed, all the alternate endings diverge from the end of Chapter 21, so they’re might be some crossover and events unfolding in different ways :)
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care.
The extra day in the hotel isn’t long enough to prepare you for your return. Not home, just back to that place. That prison. Your mother, your warden.
this is the ending i wanted it still sucks that she feels like (and sort of had to) barter herself for safety and security but thor was definitely the better option of the two.
i’m not finished with this series yet, but to say i’ve been blown away is a fucking understatement. roo, your writing is always so raw and visceral, and idk how someone who doesn’t know me outside of this website could make me feel so seen, but you do. this time is no different. it’s strange how i’m angrier at her mother than i am at Loki—but then again, i think that’s par for the course. fucking mindblowing. amazing job.
Summary: You told Bucky that the only time he’s allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It’s an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs.
And today, he really, really wants to wake you up.
Pairing: Beefy!Biker Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), consensual somnophilia, praise kink, body worship (Bucky has a thing for thighs).
A/N: Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuckand@cwbucky. Based off an anon ask.
You’ve always said that the only time he’s allowed to wake you up before your alarm goes off is under three conditions: if he has coffee waiting for you, it’s a dire emergency or if he has his head between your thighs.
Otherwise, you won’t be responsible for what you would do to him if he doesn’t allow you to get sleep in.
He learned this after he woke you up one bright and way too early morning to ask if you remembered where he put his book—it was next to his watch by the way. You found it in less than three seconds and turned on him with a disgruntled gaze.
He can’t lie, he loved the fiery way you glared at him.
Do not wake me up again without a good reason, Bucky.
You pulled him down to your level and repeated yourself so slowly and with much malice, that he instantly got hard.
The way you aggressively manhandled Bucky, turned him on more than either of you expected. He spent a few hours apologizing to you, mostly with you on top of him.
It’s a little after six, muted pinks, burnt oranges and streaks of blue mar the skyline, and enough light filters through the spaces around the curtains to illuminate the room in a dusky glow.
Bucky’s been awake for hours. He spent the first two on his back, staring at the ceiling, willing himself to get up and do something, anything.
But that would mean leaving you, all warm and soft and sleepy, he tried once, even got his leg over the edge of the bed but the light weight of your hand splayed across the ridges of his lower abs rendered him immobile, he has no choice but to stay in bed.
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI , toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst
note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say…sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.
It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actualfuck buddy and crush, Megumi.
⊱genre: timeskip! au, fluff, crack, comedy, chaos, sprinkle of angst (?) and ofc smut
⊱warnings: sexual themes, cursing, cringe
⊱status:ongoing
⊱ブローorblowis a slang that means to perform fellatio on
what’s the worst thing that could happen when giving a blowjob to a handsome stranger? — accidentally vomiting all over them due to a failed attempt of deepthroating. Think that’s all? The stranger turns out to be part of the team you’re managing
✯pairing: fushiguro toji x reader, ryōmen sukuna x reader, gojo satoru x reader, getou suguru x reader, (slight gojo x getou)
✯synopsis: the prettiest girls really are the best breeding sluts
✯wordcount: 3.6k
✯warning: gangbang, spit kink, cuckolding, breeding, unprotected sex, praise kink, double penetration, anal, cunnilingus, oral (both fem and male receiving), two cocks in one hole, all of them have big cocks.
“Slow down, sweetheart. You’ll choke,” his deep voice rumbles, his comment causing the spectators to chuckle lightly. You restrain yourself from glaring at the man through your lashes, tears steadily sliding down your face while your nose is buried deep into the small tuft of raven hair.
“You can’t deny, she’s a cute little thing, isn’t she? Always so fucking eager to please.” another man spoke, the voice you recognize as Suguru’s. You’ve had several encounters with him in the past, each meeting more obscene than the last. You feel him cup the flesh of your ass, purposely avoiding your dripping lips. Suguru loves to tease.
“You’re being so mean, Suguru. My little bunny deserves to have her pussy touched, doesn’t she? Tell me, bunny. Do you think you deserve to have your tiny pussy touched by all four of us?” Satoru whispers, nibbling on your ear lightly before pulling away with a mocking laugh.
You garble around Toji’s cock, unable to respond. “She’s so pretty drooling on cock. Princess loves choking on it, doesn’t she?” Sukuna cooed, petting your head lightly before one of his hands sneakily makes its way to your breasts, his fingertips grazing your pebbled nipples.
“Come on, sweetheart. Suck my cock properly. You’re getting too distracted here.” Toji scolds you as he grasps your head with both hands, the sheer size of his hands dwarfing your cute little head. You moan around his cock as a response, bobbing your head obediently while sliding your tongue across the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the slit.
And here is the post for the Fic/Author portion of the recs! Thanks again for sending these in! I got a whole heaping wonderful ton of fic recs so if you don’t see ones you sent in posted below, fear not I am hoarding them and will post them with July’s list!
He’s gonna come around any one of these days and we’ll just stay here in the meantime. My one bad habit was to watch you sad and feel a little bit at home.
This is my first contribution to the Mixtape Melodies collab, please check out the other fics uploaded for Bakugou’s birthday!
Summary: Your small town diner was located on the outskirts of town, a comfortable spot for those weary travellers or city residents to grab a hearty meal and a warm drink, but at the same time every day you found your business almost deserted aside from the rowdy gang of bikers that frequented the joint. A new recruit catches your eyes, but its too bad that gang leader Dabi won’t let you go that easily.
Pairing: biker!Bakugou Katsuki x biker!Todoroki Touya (Dabi) x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, cheating (by reader but she’s in an unhappy/abusive relationship), dubcon, practically noncon, blackmail, manipulation, borderline fuck or die?, dry humping, premature ejaculation, voyeurism, public sex, guns, fingering, degradation (not from Bakugou), praise, creampie, mention of branding/burns (not detailed), character death. If I’m missing warnings pls lemme know!
Word Count: 11.4k.
“He’s calling you over again,” Tatami rolled her eyes as she placed another freshly baked pie into the display cabinet before reaching for the carafe of coffee, “I can go this time, might accidentally scald the fuckers-”
“No,no- it’s okay.” You gave her a small smile, “I’ll go. He’ll only come over and get me if I don’t.”
Your small, cosy diner was located on the outskirts of town, a comfortable spot for weary travellers or city residents to grab a hearty meal and a warm drink, but at the same time every day, you found your business almost deserted aside from the rowdy gang of bikers that frequented the joint. The Blue Flame gang was infamous around your small town and the surrounding area, the apocalyptic revving of their engines coming your way was seen as a bad omen by everyone in your town.
You picked up the coffee carafe as you moved towards Dabi’s table. The local biker gang had been coming in for as long as you could remember, providing protection from the rivals that often frequented the highway you worked on. Dabi had professed it fate the first time he’d walked into your diner and laid eyes on you, although you weren’t quite sure that’s what you would call it. Maybe it was your misfortune. Either way, your father had told you that as long as you do as they say, no one would get hurt. And so you did-
Keeping your head down you began to fill the empty mugs that were littered around the table, making your way to each man as you reached over to pour the hot liquid into Dabi’s. His burnt hands, the result of many previous gang disputes, reached out to grope your ass. Tugging you down onto his lap as the warm coffee sloshed around the carafe, he continued his conversation as though you weren’t even there. You sucked in a breath as you tightened your grip on the plastic handle, trying to avert your gaze from the tattooed men seated around the table.
“-you were supposed to make sure Rappa and his guys wouldn’t cross the boundary, Spinner. Looks like you’re fucking incompetent once again, huh?”
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 4/4 of my pieces for the fifth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is holidays, and our last holiday is bring your child to work day with our man Megumi. This is the last piece for today, stay tuned for more tomorrow. You can find all the days of the collab here!
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 2/4 of my pieces for the fifth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is holidays, and our second holiday is Valentine’s Day. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!
Pairing: {NSFW} Osamu Dazai x fem!Reader
Warnings:smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, fluff, hotel sex, dirty talk
warnings: none, just Kakashi’s lowkey breeding kink lmao
a/n:This fic is intended for @konoblog-simps Anniversary collab! DAY 5: HOLIDAYS. Clickhereto check our masterlist!
The small and humble household that you live with the man you’ve been through thick and thin has never felt so alive and warm. The sight of colorful lights around the corner of the house while a little girl runs around the living area, wearing her favorite pink dress that had a little embroidery of Hatake insignia at the back felt like a fantasy…Too perfect, in fact.
This is the fifth piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today’s prompt and support the other creators. Some content might not be suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part ¾ of my pieces for the fifth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is holidays, and our third holidays is Mother’s Day with the manly Kirishima. The last part of my pieces for today will be out in a couple of hours to prepare yourself. You can find all the days of the collab here!
Today is day 5 of @konoblog-simps server collab. This is my first Holiday submission and I collaborated with the great, talented, and amazing@titanialev for an art piece you can find here.
WC: 1.2K
Warnings: Sex, oral, swearing
A/N: This takes years after the current manga, Bakugo and y/n are dating and currently live together
A/N: This is based off a dream I had, and I wrote it for you!
Warnings: Fluff
WC:1K
Holidays were not your most favorite thing. You didn’t despise them, but the idea of needing someone to enjoy the holidays wasn’t your idea of a good time. So when you were invited to an impromptu Christmas party given by your best friend, that may or may not have invited Pro Heroes, you weren’t too keen on this idea.
it took a lot to genuinely scare tobirama. he’d seen things that could make the devil flinch. but no past horror could prepare him for your puffy eyed, tear stained face and the heart wrenching words that spilled from your lips.
“tobirama, i’m sorry. i don’t think i can do this anymore,”
the first thing he noticed was the way you addressed him. it wasn’t a loving tobi - kun, or even a teasing fish face. it was just his name. and tobirama hated it. everyone called him by his name. not you. you were different. for you to address him so casually, like he was just anyone… it hurt more than his ego would allow him to admit.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part ¾ of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces and we’re gonna get a little ✨spicy✨ with our boy Grimmjow. I have one more piece for the day for you after this piece! You can find all the days of the collab here!
Pairing: {NSFW} Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x fem!Reader
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part ¼ of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces, and its full of angst. My heart broke after this piece. Izaya just deserves love. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!
For the best experience listen to the song while reading the piece. The song title and artist have the link for he music video.
warnings: suggestive content, domestic fluff, reader is same age as Keishin a/n:This fic is intended for @konoblog-simps Anniversary collab! DAY 4: SONG PIECE. Clickhereto check our masterlist!
The midnight moonlight is calming and peaceful. Dim and glistening light shining across your humble home was fascinating. The way the moon was full and shown with a brilliance between the tall evergreens and the houses of Miyagi was enthralling. Miyagi prefecture is indeed tiny but a humble town filled with beauty and perfect landscapes. Your eyes landed on your husband, Keishin, peacefully sleeping while his hand rested on your 5-month-old tummy like it was as if he was guarding it even in his slumber. You took your time to appreciate the man. His eyes were shut closed, but the way his heavy eyelids fell down was obvious how tired he was, and even his soft snores that you know it’s an indication that he had so much on his plate today.
A/N:I hope you all enjoy part 2/4 of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces, and this one is just a little bit angsty compared to the last piece. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!
For the best experience listen to the song while reading the piece. The song title and artist have the link for he music video.
This is the fourth piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today’s prompt and support the other creators. Some content might not be suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.
Prompt: Song Piece (Tooru Oikawa x Reader)
Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
Song:Case Of The Ex - Mya I’m old, just like this song, so I apologize if you don’t know it. I provided a link if you wanna check out the song/video.
He wasn’t sure how it happened. He didn’t know why he ever got that way. It wasn’t like him. It wasn’t fair to you. Your decision was honestly the best, and he’d live with it. The nights were sleepless, and full of alcohol, at least at first. He tried to act as if nothing was wrong, and that it didn’t matter. So when he found himself in the place he met you, he told himself you’d never be there. You weren’t even though his eyes searched for you. They always did, it was instinctive. He downed another drink, and asked for another. The song that played struck him.
