"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?" "..𝐌𝐡𝐦.." "𝙏𝙘𝙝.. 𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧." ---- In their third year at U.A., everything is supposed to be loud-explosions, training, expectations, futures rushing toward them at full speed. But for Bakugo Katsuki and you, love settles in quietly. Your quirk, Sonic Blast, burns through body heat as fuel-leaving you exhausted, buzzing, or cold when you push too far. Bakugo doesn't like being touched. He never has. But somehow, somewhere between late-night training sessions, accidental hand-holding, and slow, careful trust, he becomes your safest source of warmth. You don't kiss right away. You don't rush. You learn each other instead. What starts as a practical solution becomes a routine. What becomes a routine turns into something neither of you is willing to give up. And when graduation looms, when dorm doors close and futures split open wide, Bakugo makes a choice-quiet, impulsive, terrifying in its honesty. He doesn't know what comes next. But he knows he wants you there. 🥇 Bakugo 04/01/26 🥇 Bakugou 05/01/26 🥇 Bnha 07/01/26

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞. ❞ ❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. minor injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. college parties. anxiety. panic attacks. self-loathing. mentions of difficulty eating. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). medical content. minor descriptions of wounds. mentions of arachnids. withdrawal. pet names. oral (f! receiving). p in v. nipple play. neck kissing. marking. body worship. size difference. praise. aftercare. ❦ additional ; reader is preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6'11". crossposted to tumblr/ao3 @starmapz. art by me. do not repost/translate/copy.

[ yandere!cowboy x f!reader ] Somethin' ain't right 'bout your town. The new Sheriff came outta nowhere and your daddy don't want nothin' to do with him, says he's no good. But he's oh-so-sweet and handsome and charmin'... surely he can't be all that bad, right?

"Don't cry Y/N. I-I know you don't remember, but I deserve this. Please, just forget all about me and... be happy." . . . [Yandere Archduke x Female Reader] [Sequel to Street Mouse] One hundred years have passed and the Archduke Frosino de Crivell has returned to the Archdiocese at last. The sleeping curse was finally lifted, but all was not as it should have been. Frosino has withstood everything fate has thrown at him for the last century, but will he be able to withstand the events to come, or will he lose the last shred of sanity he has so desperately clung to? Does Y/N still hold love for Frosino in her heart, or did those tender feelings pass away as she should have all those years ago? Familiar faces return, but they have all been forever changed. Can they return to those joyful and innocent days in Castle de Crivell, or are those days destined to never be again? ⚠WARNING⚠ there will be a few mature themes in the book including (but not limited to): -suicide -violence -mental illness -politics -murder -manipulation -obsession -gore Reader discretion is advised. [Also, this is a sequel. If you haven't read Street Mouse I suggest you do, none of this will make sense otherwise. But hey, if you want to be a rebel I won't stop you. ^~^] ~J. C. Coltt.~

The Readers Choice Awards 2018 Winner - General Fiction Genre Cankerfell Tunnels, a place where people travel to gain fame and wealth, yet every single individual who goes in disappears. Most assume them to be dead due to the many bodies discovered in the surrounding woods. These deaths are attributed to one murderer. No one believes the killer to be human, however. When (f/n)'s friend, a paranormal investigator, ventures inside them with her fellow teammates, she never comes back. With a possible paranormal entity on the loose, will (f/n) follow in after her friend and meet this supposed creature herself? Or, will she be greeted by a more dreadful fate? I don't own the cover picture. Moreover, I don't own any music videos or content w/in the videos. All rights go to the respectful owners. I do own the story, its plot, characters, etc., however. So, please don't steal. Thank you for reading, and I hope that you enjoy^-^! This story is also on my quotev account under the profile name Darkened Warrior.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. ---

"𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯', 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." --- They would ooze rumours of both you're name, placed with the utterly specific adjectives, 'deranged', 'psychotic', and simply 'sick'. That was what you were known for, context or not. It was a simple way of living. Within the red-dirt town of Sandrange, with little entertainment and a harbour of saloon-goers in need of any form of amusement, this made you a target whether you liked it or not. Although, not unfamiliar with the wording, it's both the eyes of their burning scowls and the words that spit like fire from their tongue's that become something you can never get used to. So, you never left home. Cacooned in your home for weeks to months on end, all to hide from the town and the prejudice they willingly held, this torturous routine had only been broken by the two knocks on my door, and the call of the Sheriff requesting to come inside. ---

It is told that a monster lives in the abandoned ruins by the village of Watergrove. Children are warned not to look into the eyes of the monster, or they will be taken and will never return. Adults have even been rumored to have been killed by this very monster. At the age of six, (f/n) catches sight of the monster, only to return to the village and grow up. Has she escaped the monster, or will she still be taken? I do not own the cover image, music videos or content w/in the videos used in this story. I do own the story, its plots, its characters, etc., though, so please do not steal. Thank you, and I hope that you enjoy the story^-^. Also, this story is on Quotev under my profile name Darkened Warrior.