"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫." where Bakugou lives to save the world, then meets (Y/N), a sharp-witted university student with surprising personalities that pique his curiosity. Sparks fly. Boundaries blur. Duty clashes with desire. Can he protect her or will she be the one to save him? [Bakugou x Fem Reader] - [Aged Up] »----------✄ [Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi; I own only the fanfic storyline] »----------✄ #1 - #bakugouxfemreader (11/12/2025) #1 - #bakugoxfemreader (11/03/2025) #7 - #university (19/11/2025) #7 - #prohero (29/11/2025)

Astrid Leong x Male OC Elliot Sarasin, the son of French restaurateur Laurent Sarasin and Taiwanese socialite Lin Meifen, has built a name for himself as the owner of three Michelin-starred restaurants in New York. His path first crossed with Rachel Chu's when they were children, their mothers bonding over mahjong in the only parlor in NYC. Now, invited to Singapore alongside Rachel and Nick Young, Elliot finds himself swept into the dazzling world of the elite-where he meets the captivating Astrid Leong. As sparks fly, he faces a choice: risk everything he's built for love or return to the life he's always known. (For the purpose of this story Astrid is divorced.) Rankings #1 in AstridLeong #1 in CrazyRichAsians #1 FashionIcon #7 in Singapore #9 in Chef

Kana Fukuda lives a quiet, normal life. So quiet and normal and completely out of the ordinary that when her life slowly begins to tip into something new and exciting, it turns her entire world upside down. This is an OC story, but I literally never really describe her at all sooo do with that what you will. #1 in DabixHawksxReader

When a mafia princess's life is threatened, she is forced to accept the help of a bodyguard-the emotionally damaged underboss of a crime family, her ex-boyfriend. Standalone in the Sons of Sin series *** Eva and Reaper were once in love and full of hope. Their relationship came to a dramatic end when the pressure of Eva's political engagement to Reaper's best friend-Torin-became too much. Upon miscarrying their unborn child, Eva turned to Reaper for support, only to be let down when he used alcohol as a coping mechanism. A year later, the two cannot be in the same room as each other without hurling abuse. But when an unknown threat attempts to take Eva's life, Reaper is assigned as her bodyguard. Eva is determined to make him quit and he is just as determined to hang on. But beneath the hostility are unresolved feelings and profound wounds that they'll have to move past to figure out who's trying to kill Eva and why. Content warnings: The story contains references to and depictions of alcoholism and miscarriage that may be upsetting for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

╰► ["𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐛𝐭𝐰"] ‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ ⊱ ──𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, You're the secret wife of the infamous grumpy UA teacher, what could go wrong? . ⤦ no spoilers, follows anime (slightly) . ⤦ fluff, slice of life, slightly mature . ⤦ f! reader (sorry) . ⤦ enjoy! ⊱ ─𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- July 23/25 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- Aug 27/25 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- Sep 28/25 {!!!!𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!!!!} i do not own the My Hero Academia series, nor do l own the characters!

𝜊𝜊𝜊. ▎𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 . . . 𓂅 ┆ ㅤ ❨ ꕀ 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 ･ | ･ 𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ꕀ ❩ ㅤ ⤷ You'll see my face in every place But you can't catch me now ❜ ━━━ ㅤ. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ⋆˚₊ ꒰ EKKO ꒱ ༉‧ ⋆ ｡˚⇣ ‧ ㅤin which Ekko can't seem to let her go ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

First book of the Love Me series Tags: •Alpha/Omega story •Gay/yaoi •BakuKiri •Everyone is aged up to 18+ • No quirk AU Eijiro Kirishima had moved to a new town during his senior year of high school due to the past bulling at his old school. it had gotten so bad to the point it gotten physical and that is when his mom said it was enough, they had been fighting with the school board for years over it. Moving to this town seemed hopeful with his last year. No one expected him to become intertwined with the firey blonde.

"You were a princess. A princess behaves. So, you pressed your lips together until they were thin and pale, nodded stiffly, and let the weight of his words settle over you. Still, as the servants poured more wine and the conversation turned to other matters, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. Somewhere across the sea, a boy you'd never met was being told that you would be his bride. Was he just as disgusted? Just as helpless? Or was he laughing with excitement, eager for the day when he could claim his prize? The thought made your cheeks burn with something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite embarrassment. Whatever it was, you didn't like it." --- Or, where you are betrothed to Prince Telemachus of Ithaca.

You blink, your brain taking a second too long to process it. "She drugged you?" His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, something almost dangerous sparking behind them. He huffs a laugh, dry, strained, like he's hanging on by a thread. "She called it a 'gift,'" he mutters, rolling his shoulders. "Said I was taking too long to make a move." His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling too quickly as his gaze drops-trailing over you like he can't help it, like he's starving and you're the only thing that could ever satisfy him. "So..." His fingers twitch again, and when he looks back up, his pupils are so blown out that the gold is nothing but a thin ring around the black. "This is me. Trying to be good." His jaw flexes. His breath is shaky." --- Or, Hermes takes an aphrodisiac from Aphrodite and neither you or Hermes can help yourselves with the consequences. [Cross-posted on Wattpad: @tomialshrike-]

"We're not friends," you snap, narrowing your eyes into a glare sharp enough to pierce stone. "And stop calling me that." He tilts his head, his curls catching the faint, flickering light of the soul-lamps nearby. "Calling you what, darling?" he asks, his voice smooth and lilting, every syllable soaked in feigned innocence. Your teeth clench so hard it's a wonder they don't crack. Heat rises in your chest, crawling up your neck like an itch you can't quite scratch. His smirk only deepens, clearly reveling in your irritation, and you have to fight the urge to hurl the pair of gardening shears in your hand at his insufferably perfect face." --- Or, you are the immortal servant to Hades and Persephone, and Hermes cannot help himself but to get under your skin.