What happens when you are the only who knows that the world-famous, strict, stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi has a weakness? He got a sweet tooth. The "World's most Fit Volleyball Player" has a thing for the desserts that you make. You later getting dragged into his world, as his Nutritionist. Can you keep his secret, keep him fit, make him win the world cup and also try hard not to fall for this awkward handsome giant? Lots of Fluff and other stuff ;). all the art includes in the chapters and cover photo is not mine. ❗️❗️DO NOT READ NSFW CHAPTERS IF YOURE UNDER 18❗️❗️❗️ Past Rankings: #1 Haikyuu #1 Ushijima #1 UshijimaxReader

Bakugou needs some new gear. Lucky for him, a new engineer has made her way to UA-- but God, does she push his buttons. This is a SLOW BURN Bakugou x Female Reader fanfic. There is SMUT, so if that isn't your thing, don't read. Characters are 18+ and in their final year at UA. Art for this series is on my Instagram and Tumblr (@pollypenname). WARNINGS: -Sexually explicit content -Swearing -Violence

Ill probably give it a different name but enjoy TW: rape, mature language, lemon/fluff, murder Cover art is not mine! If you have the artist @ please let me know so I can give proper credit!

𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "4 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 1 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯", 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘎𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙆𝙚𝙞. 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙔/𝙉. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘒𝘦𝘪'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘒𝘦𝘪'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴' 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮. ㅡㅡㅡ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 10 December 2020 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 04 April 2021 𝟏 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 : 12 May 2021 ㅡㅡㅡ 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 & 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮: @xin0521 & @Viliarel ㅡㅡㅡ Please do not modify and/or repost on other platforms. I do not own any characters and media (except for my own edits and characters) that will be featured in this story. Full credit belongs to the rightful owners. Enjoy and happy reading! ©𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐱𝐣

18+ Possible Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Smoking (Note: Does not follow the canonic plot of JJK mange or anime) Your feelings for Satoru Gojo have solidified over the course of several months. Despite your feelings, the two of you have remained friends. You often go clubbing and drinking together, but you crave more than that. One night after sharing a drunken kiss with Gojo, you a hatch a plan to get officially Gojo's attention: make him jealous and thus, make him fall for you. Later that night, you meet the perfect individual for your plan. Your handsome and mysterious black-haired neighbor, Choso. Once the plan really begins to unfold, you suddenly find yourself conflicted between the two of these striking individuals. - I do not own the characters or the anime- all credits for that go towards Gege Akutami - I do not own the cover art or the music used in the story - I only created this fanfiction :)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.