Knock, knock… anyone still here? I’ve got some Erwin x Reader (possibly x Levi) written I might possibly post. It will be multi part. And it’s a Wild West cowboy AU
Yee-haw
Oh and I almost have a complete Professor Zeke x TA Reader one shot.
If you couldn’t tell, I’m in full AOT hyperfixation mode.
Synopsis: Your quiet village life is suddenly upended one foggy morning as forgein ships beach on the wet sand of your Isle. You know they can only be after one thing, your sister, for she is gifted with Sight. Sworn to protect her, you urge her to run and hide while you assess the damage only to find that you are both greatly out matched and out numbered. Will you be willing to fight the Gods to insure your sister’s safety or will you accept the hand you were dealt?
amy!!!! ty so much for the request- i really admire your writing and i hope you like this!!!]
Summary: just a snapshot of your relationship with keishin
Contains: NFSW, 18+, no reader pronouns, reader has a vagina, new relationship/established relationship, soft smut, slight mention of relationship issues.
ukai x reader
word count: 4k
cross posted: ao3
The woody vine digs into the pad of your thumb as you pluck another pepper. The repetition has dug a noticeable indentation into the skin, one that makes you wince every time you harvest a vegetable. In the low light of pre-dawn, sun still tucked behind the mountains, you can’t see the bruising on your fingers, but you can feel how it pulses. Popping the digit into your mouth, the warmth of your tongue is automatically soothing, so much so that you can ignore the soft taste of soil on your skin.
“I told you to bring gloves.” Keishin chides, barely looking up at you. He’s squatted a couple feet away, elbows resting on his thighs as he works. The rubber boots, with his oversized overalls crammed into the top, squeak every time he shifts. Pick, squeak, pick, squeak. You open your mouth to tease him, but the way his eyes meet yours, steeled and firm, tell you he’s not in the mood. Cinching his teeth around the worn leather, he pulls his hand from the glove and leaves it dangling from his mouth, lips curled to avoid touching the dust directly. Even in his goofy attire, there’s something about his focus- the downward cast of his eyes, the hint of his canine over the leather, the steadiness of his hands- that makes your heart flutter. Wordlessly, he takes the glove out of his mouth and tosses it your way. You catch it with a fumble.
cw: free use, cisfem reader with feminine nicknames , power dynamics, cigarettes, female receiving oral, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation, praise, reader has pubic hair, biting, Zeke is mean. breeding kink
A/N: idk just enjoy yourself
The terms of your arrangement have been clear since this beginning.
“You live here for free. I take care of your food and give you a little pocket change.” Zeke pulls hard from his cigarette, letting you sit in the silence until it grows uncomfortable. “And all I get in return is unlimited stress relief.”
You stare into your reflection in his glasses. He exhales, letting the thin smoke curl into the air. “Drink your tea. I made it just for you.”
You obey, immediately bringing the mug to your lips. Zeke murmurs something under his breath and you swear you almost catch fragments of the word obedient.
“Stress relief.” you repeat. Zeke picks up the sugar dish by the rim, holding it out to you wordlessly.
“Did I stutter?”
“I just-” you take the dish from him, dropping a couple sugar cubes into your drink and watching them slowly crumble and dissolve. “What does that entail? I’m your personal stress ball?”
He smiles too wide to be innocent, “Something like that.”
→ summary: You’ve been searching for a proper Dom for a while and come across a hopeful looking candidate who seems like the real deal. Upon finally meeting for the first time, you’re shocked to find out its none other than Pro-Hero, Red Riot you’ve been talking to. And you’re more than excited to see what comes from entering consideration with the charming redhead. [A take on healthy D/s dynamics and relationships.]
a/n: this is a re-upload from my previous blog (queensynderella.)
↳ music inspo: “overtime” by tech nine; “kiwi” by maroon 5; “ride” by somo.
♡ characters/pairings: dom! eijirou kirishima x bratty sub! reader
♡ warnings: smut; mentions of D/s dynamics, bdsm, ddlg titles (no ageplay), slight brat taming, edging, overstimulation, face sitting, rough sex and aftercare.
♡ word count: 6.7k
Things had been a bit hectic since that night, conflicting schedules making your relationship with Kirishima regress back to texts and calls for a few weeks. Both of you were being driven crazy by the distance and it was starting to show. You had tried suggesting doing a video call one night, anything to find some kind of relief in each other but Kirishima was very adamant about waiting until you could be together in person. It ended up being just shy of a whole month before you had gotten home to a text from him.
‘Tomorrow night. Are you ready to play little one?’
You heart rate sped up just reading the message, your stomach full of flutters as you stared at it for a good ten minutes before you could bring yourself to reply. You left your phone on the bathroom counter as you moved to draw yourself a nice, hot bath—between a long day of work and knowing you wanted to be all set for your little ‘date’ the next night. You heard your phone chime with the notification tone reserved just for Kirishima and you couldn’t help but notice in the mirror the smile on your lips or the way your cheeks were ever so lightly dusted pink at just that sound.
As you read his reply, a cheeky idea popped in your head and you quickly stripped down and got comfortable in the tub. You snapped a picture, sending it off to him before replying to his message as if nothing had happened. Surely he can handle one last little taunt, you thought to yourself as you set your phone aside and went about enjoying your bath. Once you were all cleaned up and pruny from soaking, you got ready to head to bed for the night, checking your phone one last time as you crawled beneath the covers.
‘Better get some good rest tonight, you’re gonna need it. ; )’
You grinned at his last text, coming back to it once more after setting your normal day off alarms and turning in for the night. You couldn’t help but be in a cheerful mood when you awoke the next morning and your mind was almost solely occupied by the handsome redhead—the anticipation of what was to come. The two of you had texted briefly during the day, mostly it was Kirishima sending you little reminders throughout the day: telling you to eat early, reminding you to pack a small bag and to wear whatever you wanted as long as it made you comfortable.
Warnings: baseball stuff, Zeke being mildly condescending, smut, filming (dubious consent), Zeke’s ego, cumshots, cum eating (barely), jealousy, Christmas festivities, mentions of alcohol, goofy white elephant gifts, mentions of angst, new cover stories, brief dacryphilia, desperate fucking
A/N: this is my first piece of the new year, and i don’t know how to feel about it. anyway, hope it holds up and that y’all are still enjoying. i introduce hitch in this chapter and mention her relationship with one Nile Dok. if you aren’t comfortable with that, you should turn around because they will become a larger part of this fic. other than that, thanks for all the support on this fic and enjoy~
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader x Midoriya Chapter Title: Katsuki Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 Story Masterlist Summary:You are a simple college girl working at a cheap, back alley café! The top heroes, Deku and Ground Zero, visit your work in hopes of ordering coffee, but they pick something else up instead. You begin an interesting relationship with the pair, while slowly becoming aware of certain underhanded tactics they are using. Idolization isn’t always that bad… Right?
Izuku invited (Y/n) over for dinner at least once a week since then. Katsuki never opposed the idea, and, surprising Izuku, started making a third plate before (Y/n) even responded to the invite.
Most visits flowed naturally, like she was a part of this small, growing family of two heroes and their admirer. (Y/n)’s apprehension often seemed misplaced, and it fell off of her in layers with each visit. They’d ask each other about their days, sometimes laughing about a villain encounter while dining on an exquisite yet simple meal cooked by Katsuki. Katsuki would usually critique Izuku on an encounter he witnessed to which Izuku dutifully noted for next time. Izuku cooked occasionally when Katsuki was too exhausted to even look at the kitchen, and while the food was good, it was never as good as Katsuki’s. (Y/n) wouldn’t dare tell him that. The domesticity of it all made her feel older than she actually was.
Prompt:Katsuki has stalking tendencies, and you discover them. He is convinced you are cheating on him. Includes: noncon, breeding, choking, toxic relationship Word Count: 3.3k PB’s Masterlist
“Why’re you home so late?”
Anyone ignorant of your relationship – your true relationship – with Katsuki would mistake the question for one of concern. You knew better, though. His back was to you as he dried the remainder of the dishes. He ate dinner alone tonight. It was his day off, one of the very few he actually gets as a top hero, so he reserved the right to be a little upset at you for not coming home on time.
summary:your whole life gets put on hold to move back in with your grandmother who raised you, as it’s discovered she’s slowly losing her memory. though you prepared yourself to shoulder this burden alone, help comes from the most unlikely places.
a/n:this was a request from @apollosfallen so tysm for it scout i had so much fun w this. deku runs an animal sanctuary, has a mild savior complex, and a thick southern accent i make the rules it’s my fic. Also he’s a big man, idk if you’re 6ft, he’s 7ft now, just imagine him as larger than u. cw: use of sir as a title briefly, dom!izuku, brat tamer izuku, he covers readers mouth with his hand, reader is a little afraid of thunderstorms, quirkless au, my first fic ever w no daddy kink but there’s always time for a part two. grandmother has dementia, bakugou x deku past implied.smut/hurt/comfort.
You’ve been sitting in your grandmother’s driveway for ten minutes now. You have service, kind of. It goes in and out depending on how upright you hold your phone. It’s almost ninety degrees, and you can feel it, the air is heavy with water as you procrastinate and pick at your cuticles.
Her house is a light eggshell blue, the wraparound porch you’d loved so much as a child having fallen into disrepair. You’re doing the right thing. You remind yourself. She raised you. You peer in the windows, you can see the piles of clutter, imagine the mothball smell, you don’t even want to think about the probably expired KFC in the refrigerator.
When you told your boss you’d need to work remotely for a few months, he’d assumed you were joking. You were at the top of your game, managing several employees, working hard.
“I’m not talking about someone who has anyone else,” You’d argued, “She didn’t have to raise me, when my parents died she could have put me in foster care, she was already in her seventies. And I can’t put her in a home, she lives in the middle of nowhere and she’s not going to leave.” He’d sighed, and agreed, provided you kept normal hours. You’d agreed, and picked up your life to move back to your hometown.
The slam of the car door startles several sparrows dancing around the full bird feeder. You wonder if she’s been getting up to refill it or if someone from the neighborhood has been coming around to help her. The front steps creak under your weight, and you peel up the doormat to pick up her keys. It’s 4PM, and the sun is low in the cornflower sky, painting everything gold. Her house is set back a ways from the road, surrounded by gardens that have been let go. If you were to look carefully, you would be able to see the patterns, the healthy rose bushes that haven’t been clipped back, the tomatoes growing and ripening, falling to the earth. Hard work gone to waste.
You jam the key in the lock, preparing yourself for the worst. The screen door swings open with a familiar song, you step into your entrance hallway. The shoes are stacked neatly by the door, to your right, papers cover the dining room table, hospital bills, credit card applications, and more spam. To your left, the kitchen, blue and white tile shining in the evening light, the wooden table standing just the way you remember it, slightly askew.
Bakugou couldn’t have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.
The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang’s hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn’t handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn’t that Bakugou didn’t like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.
cw/tw:(accidental) sugar daddy + sugar baby to lovers (no daddy kink), a touch of hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, hints of gentle femdom, unprotected sex + creampies, size difference (even though he’s quirkless), toshinori lifts and carries reader, lots of pet names (including little girl, little lady, etc.)
Toshinori Yagi is tired. That kind of tired ache that seeps into the bone marrow and weighs him down, making every step forward or blink of his eyes an almost Herculean task. He’s spent years like this; never quite enough sleep, never enough nutrition to feel full. Toshinori’s life after All Might has been full of almost’sandnot enough’s, never wholly satisfied.
He tells you the only time that exhaustion ever seems to leave his body is when he’s with you. When he gets to sink to the floor to worship your body or into your bed to let your hands roam over his, to be taken care of and take care of you all at once, those are the moments where he feels that weight lifted.
Sweet Jesus… this is one of my new top ten fics. Everything about this, EVERYTHING, has me SWOONING ❤️✨ reluctant, shy sugar daddy Toshinori makes me MELT
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ aged up characters, eventual smut, exh*bitionism (are you surprised), a few p*ssy slaps, spanking, praise
A/N:This was supposed to be a one shot. It was supposed to be PWP. What happened. Written for the BNHarem Bakugou collab! You can find the masterlist here! Pics are from doujin covers by lapin and hellenism.
Listed as one of Japan’s top ten photographers, she’s already made a name for herself with her extensive portfolio of working for Vogue Japan, the Hero Commission, and being artistic lead for Deku’s—yes, theDeku‘s—athleisure line. She’s a force of nature; she doesn’t take no for an answer, can find a solution for any problem, and has the ability to knock down whatever obstacles pop up in her path.
You have the luxury of calling her one of your best friends.
There’s something surreal about standing on such a giant set, wires crisscrossing the floor every which way, incessant chatter filling the air. In the middle of the set sits a long, black leather couch, accompanied with a forest green rug and a white faux fur throw. It’s simple enough, but the set designer keeps fidgeting with it, carefully shifting the couch forward then back, flipping a blanket corner up then down. It’s a little amusing, if you’re being honest, watching him dither…but you know if you were in his shoes, you’d be doing the same.
Dynamight’s reputation does precede him, after all.
