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why i never posted lol

someone got into my google account and logged me out T_T But i created a new one! Will re-upload my fics there and post more over there, as well as answer the latest requests you guys left <3

new account @ladybunnywrites

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THANK YIU FOR BEING BACK AGAIN WE MISSED YOU DEARLY

THANK YOU HEEEHEHEE I'M BACK TO WRITE ALL OF YOU GUYS FANTASIES !!!! <3

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what if... Simon Henriksson cuddling headcanons lol

Simon Henriksson Cuddling HC's

art @/ meow on Pinterest.

-Simon? He's spent so much time alone he's completely in love with your cuddling once he fully trusts you.

-Will probably move a lot whenever you two lay down, wether it is to accomodate himself or to scratch his itchy scars.

-Will begin washing his hair more often so you can lay your head over his without the foul smell he had.

-In general, he will care more about his personal hygiene, mostly for you.

-He's warm once he lays down, like his whole body raises it's temperature so it's really comforting to cuddle during winter.

-He will put background music- and softly mouth or sing the lyrics as he caresses you.

"You laid down in Simon's arms, your fingers softly caressing the bandages in his arms, his head over yours as he softly sang the background songs, his arms tightly hugging you, his warmth invading your body as you saw the rain pour through the window."

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1 year!!

sorry for not being active! i've been a little bit busy.

A month or so ago it became 1 year of me posting fics for you guys, so to celebrate i'll be uploading a shit ton of content i never uploaded!

Feel free to request from any of the fandoms tagged. (only character x reader)

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hihi!!! could i request something with simon with a reader whos like.. really deprived of touch and cant stop touching simon ??

have a good night/day!

Wanna be yours

Simon Henriksson x GN!Reader

art credit: rotttten.n on TikTok

Simon felt a chill run up his spine as his cold hands went under his hoodie, your hands hugging his stomach as you buried your head in his neck, hugging him tightly.

You loved this, you could smell his scent, cigarettes and his natural body and musk from your previous activities-the feeling of him inside of you still lingering even though you had already dressed up and were getting ready to head out.

Simon also enjoyed your touch, him being clingy as well from so many years of barely having any physical contact. He met you through Sophie, you were her sibling- and he instantly fell for you.

From your hair, to the way your eyes glistened whenever you saw him, running to hug him and always listening to his rambling about whatever topic, you'd go together to music festivals, or just sit down in the lonely streets of Stockholm as you shared something to eat or drink. Just the two of you together- and that's how it went for months, until you stole a kiss from him.

You were walking in the middle of the night, you're clinging to his arm as you talked about random stuff, until you stopped, your face going red as you grabbed his face and put your soft lips on his chapped ones.

"I want to be yours, Simon" you said in almost a whisper, Simon going beet red as his body became stiff, eyes staring back at yours, almost as if asking is you were sure about this, but a second kiss gave him all the answers he needed.

It was only a few minutes before you two were running to your place, the night ending in both your bodies joining in carnal desire, showing off just how much you needed another.

From there, everything just went better and better-Simon's self-harm slowly reduced, and if he harmed himself you'd be there bandaging him up and kissing his old scars, making him know you were there for him.

Besides, a huge extra was your constant physical affection, your hands constantly on Simon, whether you were holding his hand, hugging him, caressing him, etc. He just loved it, your soft touch that calmed his skin, healed it.

As you two excited his house, hand in hand, you went to the nearest park, sharing a blunt as you felt your body become light, your mind dizzy and a smile plastered on your face as you laughed at everything, Simon in the same state as his eyes became red and seemed more optimistic than usual. Once you arrived at the park, you sat down on the grass, counting the dogs that passed by as you slowly relaxed more with each second, soon enough turning into a cuddle session.

Your hands went to caress his arms, feeling the rigged texture of his scars, his lips on yours as you slowly made out, feeling his warm tongue on your mouth as you laid down on the ground, the warmth of his body comforting you as you kept on caressing him.

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"you're reading porn, either jack it quick or lower your standards sweetie!" That line goes so unbelievably hard, fuck the person who sent you a hate comment. I'm not into smut, but your writing is still much better than mine. I'm sending you all the love from Hokkaido!

omg i just saw this!!! TYSM <3333 T.T

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May I ask for stepbrother Simon with his stepsister reader who is a nurse and takes care of him but then he begins to ask her to let her hair down? (Like Sophie) angst or not I'm okay with whichever :)

Her Reflection

Simon Henriksson & Step-sibling!Reader /platonic/

art: stilldisturbance on TikTok

You hummed as you dressed up Simon, him laying down almost like a corpse as you delicately put on his orange hoodie and some pants, then accommodating him in his wheelchair. He might as well have died in that accident, because after it, it sure felt that way. Your step-mother had to work extra hard now to pay for Simon's medical fees, and you had to give up on your studies to take care of him, because when no one tended to him, he didn't shower for a whole month, giving him infections and only making him self-harm more regularly.

Before the accident, he wasn't exactly outgoing, but he always had your back-even if not by blood, you were his little sister, the one he always made sure to protect. He'd even stand up to the guys who mocked you at your school when you were younger, and then accompany you to the park, seeing you play with your toys for hours, as he took care no one weird would approach you.

It's funny how the roles have reversed, now him being under your care.

It was like having a real-sized doll, you had to bathe him, dress him, feed him, etc. Him lying motionless 90% of the time, except for when he was writing in his stupid diary-you wished you could burn it down. Once, when Simon was asleep, you read through some pages, only to find some really disturbing stuff there, things that even made you question how long he was going to stay alive.

The day was gloomy and cold, so by putting on a scarf and tying your hair in a ponytail as you usually did, you left the house with Simon.

You walked to the nearest park, and sat down on a bench with Simon in his wheelchair next to you-you two sharing a can of soda. He seemed... Confused, his tired eyes staring into you as if they were trying to find out if you were truly you. But you know why he was like that.

Sophie.

She was a nice girl, she always greeted disappeared whenever she visited Simon, and always made sure to take care of him, but lately, she disappeared. After Simon confessed to her, she took her distance, and now you were taking her place.

Not in a weird way, but in the way she used to care for Simon, the kind of love only the closest people could find, like the love of a mother to her children, you know? His eyes almost begged for you to turn to Sophie, making an intense wave of sadness crash over you.

"Can you let your hair down...please?" Simon asked.

You knew you'd just feed more into his delusions.

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#true

out of all of the things i could’ve been obsessed with in my teen years, i just have to be obsessed with a forty year old white man.

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Morantic: Better luck next time. (1)

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Female Reader.

Inspired by "There is no good or bad, just actions".

⚠️: This chapter does not include anything NSFW, however the next chapters will include graphic content. MDNI, dub-con, violence, stalking, obsessive love disorder, eventual smut.

You stared at the window, seeing your town slowly go tinier and disappear as you went into unknown territory. Your hands nervously played with themselves, picking at your skin as the train softly moved, the occasional sound of someone coughing or someone with their phone wathing videos being the only things distracting you.

Searching in your bag, you took out your printed curriculum, such a simple paper yet it included so much from you: your full name, capacities, where you studied, etc. Your parents had made sure you never missed a single class, even in university. They had made sure to give you the best tutors; without them, you'd never have been as prepared as you were today, and now your biggest test was about to begin. Gotham. A city with no laws, filled by sin and corruption, where the strongest survived and the weakest died with no mercy.

But you were here to make a change—you knew you had it in you.

As you drifted off thinking, you slowly closed your eyes, falling asleep as the day outside became darker 'til night arrived. A few hours later, the train stopped.

(...)

You walked to your new apartment, your low heels clicking against the dirty floor as you struggled to carry your heavy suitcase, filled with clothes and books. Opening the door, you felt the smell of moisture on the walls and dirty feet. You had some work to do; after all, this was your new home. The hours passed as you cleaned, your limbs aching as you made sure that no room smelt like shit, successfully making it look somewhat hygienic; you still had to buy furniture and some food; your stomach aching in hunger—outside the morning was arriving, the first rays of sun coloring the grim city, making you give a small smile—your first day here.

To no one's surprise, getting outside was awful. On your way to a furniture store, you saw homeless people eating rats all the way to someone being stabbed in an alley. But as you bought a simple bed (king-sized; you were a messy sleeper), some stuff for the kitchen, and a couch, you went to buy something to eat. On the way to it, you stopped at a drug store, buying a first aid kit since you never knew when you'd need it.

Going back home with a warm meal in a plastic bag and the other one filled with supplies, you arrived at your apartment. You looked at the hour, 3 PM; the furniture was supposed to arrive at 5 PM, so you had some time to kill.

Sitting down to eat as you watched Youtube on your phone, then you took a nap on the hard floor, the hours of no sleep taking a poll on you, and even if it was short and uncomfortable, that nap helped as you now felt ready to keep cleaning. A few minutes later, your doorbell rang; the furnite had arrived.

As the men let the boxes inside, you began decorating the place with the new stuff—the couch next to the window, the bed in the side room, etc.—and soon enough, it was 9 PM. Feeling your stomach growl as you felt hungry, you called for some Chinese takeout. Probably half an hour passed as you were called by the delivery man, and going down to the first floor, you picked it up, paid, and went up—except you heard something on the fire exit stairs, as if someone had collapsed on them.

Peeking your head out of the window, you saw someone in what seemed like full black armor slumped against the metal stairs outside your room, a puddle of blood running down his armor.

Groaning, you thought of your chances—you had heard something about this "vigilante" everyone called Batman, your guess being that this was him, or perhaps it was some sort of comic villain that once you healed him would gut you like fish. But your morals won the fight, and you decided to climb out of your window and drag him inside your home. It wasn't easy; he weighted a shit ton and was leaving a bloody mess as you dragged him through your floor. You laid him down on your couch, quickly taking off his chest plate to see how deep his wound was. And holy sh*t, were you met with a nice view, a nice, toned torso, pale skin covered by different scars, and soft skin to the touch? You had to take a deep breath as you collected your thoughts and went to heal him up.

It probably took you about an hour and a half to stitch his wound, clean the blood, etc. Your eyes tired as you yawned, feeling proud of your little work. Moving to discard the bloody gloves, you went outside for a smoke break, hoping the stranger would wake up and lean by himself so you'd avoid the uncomfortable moment of being like, "Hey, I sort of practiced my doctor skills on your unconscious body!" Yeah, that'd be too awful.

Thankfully for you, as you were on the metal staircase smoking, the man inside woke up, his senses being on high alert as his last memory was being stabbed on the chest, his eyes frantically moving around the room, only to find first aid kits and some boxes filled with house stuff. Seeing your shape outside the window as you smoked, he took the chance to slip out of the front door without making a single sound.

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Hatefuck (part 1)

Brian Wilcox x Female Reader

⚠️:(uploading this from my phone so I can't make the post fancy) Eventual smut, MDNI, mockering, bullying (?), I haven't seen the movie I just saw Dano's scene pack.

You hated Brian, in fact, he was the reason you quit Mickey's- you just couldn't handle the asshole.

You didn't even know why he latched onto you like some sort of leech, always taking his chance to insult you or mock you, being extra disgusting next to you only to laugh at your disgusted face.

God, you wanted to beat him up. All you were asked was to do an extra day then you'd leave, because lately there was more clients so you'd have to help the other guys.

You washed the dishes, the soapy water up your elbows as you cleaned and cleaned, Brian unceremoniously throwing more dirty dishes making it splash all over your uniform. Then you moped the floors, once too many times him walking right over where you cleaned, making you clean the mop and go again.

Luckily, the day passed quickly, as now everyone was clocking off, the only ones left being you and Brian.

You tried to pull your shirt up to take it off, but one of the rhinestones of your belt catch the fabric of the shirt, stopping you as you had your arms up pulling.

Noticing your little struggle, Brian chuckled to himself as he went behind you, one of his hands laying on your hip as the other fixed the part of the shirt that was stuck to your belt. You noticed how you felt his breath on your back, his fingers on your hip lightly pressing down as he struggled with your belt, your face going red. You hated the asshole, why was he being so nice now?

As he finally undid it, he muttered "done" as he turned around to keep putting on his bracelets.

Taking off the yellow shirt, you fixed the wrinkles on the top you wore underneath, and then your pants, applying some perfume to hide the smell of fried oil that clung to your clothes and hair.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to give Brian a piece of your mind, after all, this was your last day- it's not like they could fire you now.

Tapping on his shoulder, he only turned his head to see you, and you had to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around, pressing his back against the lockers.

He let out a complain as his his face turned into a surprised one- it was the first time you saw him make a face other than fucking mocking someone or bored. (Or talking about shooting up Mickey's)

"You're a fucking asshole" you said as you grabbed him by the sides of his black hoodie, pressing him against the metal lockers behind him.

You didn't know if it was just the adrenaline in your veins, but he didn't even had the chance to give you a witty comeback before you moved your hand to grab him by the chin, your lips moving against his limp ones, too surprised to even answer now.

Breaking the kiss, you fixed his now wrinkled hoodie, took your bag and left.

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𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 || percy dolarhyde x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || the world's oldest profession attracts some of the West's oddest characters, and Percy is a strange bedfellow as much as he is a reliable regular. being a no-good, half-witted son-of-a-bitch, you really have no excuse for developing a bit of a crush on him while on the clock.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || smut (slightly dubious consent, overstimulation, unprotected sex, sex in the bath, and a clothed footjob lol), mild foot/stockings fetish, prostitution (reader works in a bathhouse), dom/sub dynamics (featuring switchy percy), angst, unrequited love (kinda?), percy is a dick (also known as: canon) but also he's just kinda emotionally constipated

A choked groan caught in Percy’s throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you intently.  “Sweetpea, c’mon— lemme touch ya, I’ll make you feel so good…”

You simply shook your head, continuing to rub the bulge in his trousers with your stocking-covered foot.  “I bet you could get off like this,” you challenged with a smirk.

“No, baby, please,” he panted, “not like this— I can make a mess in my pants at home, let me get inside ya while I’m here, please—”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” you purred.  “You’re pretty worked up and you’re still dressed— I’m still dressed.  Should I take these stockings off?”

“N-no,” he choked, “those are nice… you can keep ‘em on, if you wan’...”

You smiled proudly, not surprised by that response at all; he clearly had a thing for the silk, and you kept catching his eyes wandering to where the socks ended at your upper thighs with a lacy hem.  Your thin dress, fallen off your shoulder on one side to give him a good view of your tits, was perfect for the warm weather— even if it was so revealing that you’d be arrested for leaving the bathhouse without covering up more.

Percy was a regular, coming in three or four times a week to get his fix.  It being a bathhouse and all, you figured these last few months since he started seeing you were the cleanest he’d ever been in his life.  He still managed to dirty himself up quite a bit in between his visits, giving you plenty to do when you were scrubbing him down, washing his hair, rubbing his back and shoulders as he sighed and sank into the hot water.

Today was different.  Before you even got him stripped down for his bath, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him.  He was just so fun to pick on, watching that cocky attitude falter was terribly satisfying.  You’d just gotten sick of his mocking, taunting demeanor and self-aggrandizing comments that never seemed to stop once you’d gotten him clean and he’d gotten you on all fours.  “Who’s got you screamin’ so loud, baby?  That’s right— nobody else fucks you this deep, I bet.  I’m your favorite customer, huh?  Always make this whore pussy come?”  That sort of thing.  It was hot, in its own way, but it could get annoying too.  You just wanted to make sure he knew that you still had all the control, even if he liked to play the big tough cowboy who takes what he wants; you knew that under that ego, he was just a sweet little boy looking for attention.  And he seemed to need your attention most.

“Baby,” he croaked when you pressed your heel up against his balls, making him shift in the chair.  “Are we even gonna get in the bath before you make me come?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” you replied honestly.  “I think if you ask me real nice, I’ll run it for you soon.”

“Fuck, dunno if I can wait that long,” he breathed, hips moving up to rub his cock against your foot— the curve of your sole seemed to fit with the shape of his cock, and he let his head fall back in a gasp.  “Can’t I just fuck you now, and we can take a bath after?  I’m gonna get you dirty anyways.”

You chuckled at that, because it was true— he liked to come inside, as deep as he could, and watch it slowly seep out of you over the course of the next half hour before you eventually kicked him out.  

That goal was getting more and more distant as you kept stroking him with your foot— a little faster now.  He was panting by this point, and you smiled at the sight of his suppressed desperation.  He was getting close, and he could hardly stand it.  "Wait," he pleaded, "sweetpea— stop, not like this…"

His words resisted, but his hips moved of their own accord and rubbed up against you.  You could see the conflict on his face, his eyes shut tightly as his lack of self-control struggled against his greed for more.  Percy was never one for delayed gratification…

"Please, please," he croaked, "just stop and we can get in the bath— baby, can't take much more'a this…"

"I know," you hummed.

"Don't you wanna feel good too?" he bargained.  "I know you like how I fuck ya— ah, shit, m'so close, shit!"

"It's okay, baby, just come," you cooed encouragingly.  He hissed in a breath through his teeth, whimpering slightly, and you grinned as you felt his cock pulse against the arch of your foot.  "Mm, just like that…"

You could feel the wetness starting to soak through his pants and seep into your stocking, and you tickled his balls with your toes to make his moans get all high-pitched and whiny.

"Keep goin', honey," you purred.

Obviously, that was a bit redundant since he had no way to stop it; he bucked up against nothing as the stain on his pants grew and the bulge just under it flexed uncontrollably.  His eyes were shut and his head tossed back, so thankfully he didn't see you bite your lip at the sight.  The other girls didn't like Percy much, for his looks or attitude, so they always acted like you were a saint (or maybe a sinner being punished) for taking him on as a regular— but you thought he was pretty cute, especially like this, blushing and groaning and whimpering your name.

Finally, he seemed to finish up as he relaxed down into the chair with a long sigh.  "Good boy," you winked, and he shivered slightly before blinking his eyes open and looking at you again.

"Fuck was that for?" he asked hoarsely, catching his breath.

"I think you are getting a little too proud of how easy you make me come," you explained.  "Wanted to remind you that I'm still better at making you lose your cool."

"Well, no kidding," he hissed, "you sure know how to make your living, sweetpea.  I never said otherwise.  S'no reason to stop me from getting my money's worth outta you."

"Don't worry, baby, you're still gonna get your bath," you smiled, standing up.  "I'll wash your clothes for you while the water's getting warm— just so you don't have to put back on your pants with jism in them."

"Hm, figure you should," he agreed, standing up and taking off his vest before he started unbuttoning his shirt, "since it's your fault anyways."

"Oh, please," you rolled your eyes, getting the big basin-stove turned on to heat up the bathwater, "with how excitable you are, bet it happens to ya all the time."

"Does not!" he defended, petulant as ever.  "I never even did that to myself when I was a boy!  I always had the foresight to find a rag or something to spill into."

“You can’t even spell ‘foresight’,” you rolled your eyes.

“F-O-R-S-I-T,” he announced confidently.

“I stand corrected,” you sighed, dipping your fingers in the water and feeling it was just about where you wanted it.  “You’re so strong, Percy, would you lift this for me?”

“Sure thing, sweetpea,” he announced proudly, flexing his arms a bit before he picked up the bucket of hot water and poured it into the copper bathtub.  He took his boots and pants off next, rather eagerly; the second he was naked, he was slipping into the water with a sigh and you were gathering his clothes to toss into the wicker hamper for washing.

“I’ll be back when these are washed and hung out to dry, alright?” you explained as he sank lower under the water’s surface.

“Don’t take too long,” he breathed, leaning back and relaxing in the warmth.  Smiling to yourself, you carried the basket on your hip as you walked past the bed and slipped out the door back into the hallway.

It was louder out here, when you could hear other girls and clients, even the music downstairs was audible through the floor.  This was a pretty classy place, all things considered— there wasn’t nearly the ruckus you’d find in a normal whorehouse or saloon, those places were dirty in every sense of the word.  Not the bathhouse, though, this little oasis in the desert was about peace, cleanliness… and, of course, shameless prostitution, but it was still better than some other spots.  It certainly wasn’t the cheapest, either, and for a higher price you and your fellow good-time girls were held to a much higher standard.  You figured that was why a man like Percy, with more time and money than he knew what to do with, came out here: for a better product and a more luxurious experience.

Turning the corner in the hall, you stepped into one of the ‘backstage’ areas as they were often called— the places only employees of the bathhouse could go— where you found several women relaxing and talking with each other in between appointments, in various states of undress.  The room was steamy and lit with just one window, old silk curtains draped along the walls, and you glanced longingly at a bottle of gin; you didn’t like to drink on the job, but you made a mental note to come back for a finger or two later.

“Whose clothes are those?” another girl— a friend of yours, Sadie— asked as you walked by, but someone else answered before you.

“Don’t you know?” Margaret (or “Marge,” depending on your familiarity) interjected.  “She’s always got her regular at this time.”

“Oh,” Sadie rolled her eyes, knowing who your regular was, “poor thing— those clothes must be filthy.”

You dumped the contents of the hamper into a running sink, grimacing slightly as an immediate cloud of dirt and dust filled the water.

“Good Lord,” Sadie winced, “you’re sure that Dolarhyde boy isn’t a pig farmer?”

“No wonder he asked you to wash his clothes,” a newer girl called Belle, even though her real name was Phoebe, noticed.

“Oh, he didn’t ask me to,” you explained, “they just needed a wash after he made a mess in ‘em.”

A few of the girls in earshot giggled, and Marge scoffed.  “He seems the type,” she mumbled.

You snatched a bar of soap off of the counter and rubbed it between the clothes, dirty water turning a cloudy-white color from the suds and the scent of lavender filling the air.  “He won’t be mad when his clothes smell like flowers?” Belle wondered.

“Beats smelling like a fuckin’ stable,” you rolled your eyes.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” Marge cooed condescendingly at Belle, “you don’t know much about Percy yet.  He doesn’t get mad at her— doesn’t stay that way, at least.  She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“Really?” Belle smiled, wistful as if she aspired to have a client like yours someday.  You wished you could warn her— it’s all fun and games when a client has an affection for you, until you start getting affections of your own— but you kept washing silently and just listened.

“Mm, he’s comin’ by here more and more just to see her, won’t settle for anyone else,” Marge explained.  “Well, maybe for a pretty young thing like you…”

You hated the twist in your heart when Marge said that, even though you didn’t really believe her.  Percy wouldn’t go for a girl like Belle, he needed someone with your experience— yes, she was pretty, but you and Percy had built such a rapport and you knew just what he liked, he said so himself all the time.  That couldn’t be replaced with just anything.

“More than half her salary is coming out of his pocket,” Marge continued as she nodded in your direction.  “That’s the thing— Madam will tell you it’s all about getting as many customers as you can, but really, if you can get one or two real loyal regulars, you’re set.”

“Wow,” Belle sighed, taking in all of Marge’s sage advice; you started to wring out Percy’s clothes, relieved that the water was finally running clear.  “So,” the young woman turned her attention to you, “how do you do it?  How do you get a client to fall in love with you?”

“Woah there,” you stammered out, “he’s not in love with me.  He’s just… comfortable with me, doesn’t wanna have to teach somebody new what he likes.  He can be particular.”

“Is he the bossy type?” she asked.

The image of Percy just a few minutes ago, succumbing to the pleasure you forced upon him, begging for relief and release, flashed in your mind.  “Uh,” you choked, “usually.”

“So what do I do, just try to be charming?” she pressed.

“Well, I suppose,” you shrugged, “and maybe ask them a lot about their lives and such— be a good listener.  Pretend it’s all very interesting.”

“Anything else?”

Stroke his hair while he falls asleep in your lap.  Avoid his personal questions because no one’s ever asked about you before and you don’t know what to say.  Listen to him ramble about his dreams and fears and all the places he wants to take you.  Let him kiss you sometimes because he asks so sweetly and you just can’t help yourself, even though you’re not supposed to.

“Don’t let them kiss you,” you heard yourself say, “ever.  If you don’t follow the rules, they won’t either.”

“Good idea,” Belle agreed.

“Sadie, if you hang these out to dry for me, I’ll make your bed after your next session,” you offered as you held the wet clothes out to her.

“That’s a done deal,” she smirked as she took them from you and started to walk away.

“Somewhere nice and sunny, want ‘em dry by the time he’s done,” you explained, calling out after her.  She nodded at you and left through the door to the outside, letting in a bright orange stream of sunlight on her way out.

Not one to leave Percy waiting too long, you returned to the hallway and passed by each door until you found your own— you had it painted with flowers, to help it stand out from all the others.  You were already smiling as you turned the handle and stepped inside, seeing Percy in the tub across the room, who opened his eyes and gave you a relaxed smile.

“Hurry up,” he complained playfully, “I’m gettin’ lonely in here.”

You rolled your eyes a bit, but bent down anyways to lift your skirt and start rolling your stockings down your legs.  You heard him hum quietly and knew he was watching you, so you made sure to let your thin dress slide off your shoulders nice and slow.  Most of the customers here wanted to see the ladies in finer wear— maybe to know that their money was going to good use— but Percy always liked you in underwear, thin cotton slips and loose corsets, stuff that fit right in with the bathhouse aesthetic.  It was a little ironic, but dressing this way for him made everything feel more intimate; yes, it’s silly, because how much more intimate can it get when you’re having sex with someone?  But this was different.  It made you feel like… well, you didn’t like to admit it, but it made you feel like a wife.  It was a state of undress that only a husband would see his wife in, while she was getting ready or maybe after she’d come home on a hot day and just needed to breathe.  You’d be in your slip and he’d lay in bed beside you, and sometimes you thought about what it would be like if he didn’t just call you “sweetpea,” but also “darling�� and “honey” and “dear wife.”  A man like Percy wasn’t looking for a wife, though, and you weren’t sure what use he would have for one… but every once in a while you let yourself play pretend in your head for a while.

“Don’t tease me,” he pleaded as you lowered your dress more and more, and finally you let it drop to the floor as he groaned a little.  Bare to him and his hungry stare, you scampered across the room to hop in the tub with him; he didn’t make much room for you, happy to force you to entangle yourself with him so you could sink into the water.  

“Lean back,” you cooed, watching him smile and lay his head back until the water soaked his hair just up to his face.  He relaxed while you combed your fingers through his dusty-blonde locks, finding some soap nearby to lather into it.

“Oh, your fingers are so good,” he purred when you started to massage his scalp.

“Yeah?  I get that a lot,” you joked.  “Let’s let that soak for a while and I’ll wash your body, okay?”

“Alright,” he smirked, “my shoulders are real sore— make sure you get real deep, sweetpea…”

He groaned as you massaged more soap into his skin, digging your fingers into the muscle; you took a bit of your frustration out on him with how hard you rubbed, but he seemed to enjoy it if anything.

“Yeah, just like that,” he sighed, relaxing further into your arms.  “You’re so good to me…”

You smiled a little to yourself, moving your soapy hands down to his chest to lather up some suds there.  “You like this?” you asked softly.

He simply hummed to himself, and breathed through his teeth as you started to massage his arms.  He was actually pretty muscular, lean and taut, tanned from the relentless frontier sun…

As your eyes trailed down his body, his toned abdomen and hips, they settled on his cock— still hard, which it tended to be for a while after he came, even if he was down for the count until his next session.  You weren’t sure why, but you kept having all these great ideas to tease him today, and you couldn’t resist.

“You look real good, Percy,” you said, and he smiled wider.

“Yeah?” 

That cocky look dropped right off of his face when your fingers slid down his body and wrapped around his cock— soapy and slick, he shuddered as your grip slid smoothly over his shaft and the ridge of his sensitive head.  He looked up at you with a conflicted sort of stare as you smiled coyly down at him.  “I’m good with my fingers, huh?” you recalled.

“B-baby, wait,” he whimpered.

“Wait for what?” you sighed, lifting yourself up and suddenly straddling him— he looked equal parts hopeful and terrified as he looked up at you.  “I’ve been waitin’ for you for days, Percy, I need ya so bad— didn’t you say you were gonna make me feel good?  Nobody’s as good as you, baby, you know that.”

He bit his lip at the praise, but even all those compliments couldn’t fully soothe his hesitation when you began to guide him to press right up to your opening.  "Oh, fuck— sweetpea, hold on," he groaned, "I'm not quite recovered yet—"

"You're hard as a rock, that's good enough for me," you winked, sliding down onto his length as he gripped the sides of the tub hard enough to make you worry he'd dent the copper.  You bit your lip, insides clenching involuntarily— he always filled you so well, but you tried not to show how much it affected you.

"Ah, shit!" he yelped, grabbing your hips as you started to bounce up and down, sloshing the water around you both.  "Baby, what are you tryin' to do, kill me?"

"I'm just giving you what you were begging for before, you can take it," you dismissed, struggling slightly to keep track of what you were saying as you adjusted to the stretch.  "You always act so proud, talk about how you can fuck me for hours… what happened to that?"

"What happened is you made me come in my pants," he hissed, "and hopped on my dick a few minutes later while I'm still sore!  Fuck, sweetpea, it hurts…"

"Yeah?  I think you like it though," you grinned, sighing as your own pleasure started to build.  "It's not too much for you, is it?"

"Yes it is!" he whined, but you felt him starting to move his hips with yours— poor Percy, he just couldn't help himself.  "Ahh, sweetie, you're gonna be the death of me, I swear…"

"Just tell me to stop, and I'll stop," you promised.  "Just tell me to stop, honey— you're payin' after all, I'll do whatever you like.  Do you want me to stop?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes trained on your tits as you rode him fast and recklessly— and finally, he shook his head.  "N-no, fuck, don't stop," he groaned.

You laughed proudly, rocking your hips faster as he groaned.  "Didn't think so," you cooed.  "You like it too much, huh?"

He nodded and you giggled proudly, leaning down to grab the edge of the tub behind his head as you rode him faster.

Of course, that put your tits right in front of his face and, gasping and whining a bit, he slid his wet hands up your stomach to grope your chest.  You moaned softly as he kneaded your flesh with calloused fingers, moving your hips slower and with more precision until he let his head fall back with a groan.

“S-sweetpea,” he choked, “fuck, I missed this…”

You smiled to yourself; it had been almost a week since his last session, and for him that was like a month without water.  He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down into him, rutting his hips up into you until you were forced to just go limp and take it.  After all that bitching about not being able to go again so soon, he sure had gotten over it quickly…

Moaning louder, you pressed your face up to the side of his to keep yourself from slipping down into the water, and he held you even tighter until you worried he’d leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips.  Just to make you whimper, he gave you one particularly rough thrust, as deep as he could go, before he turned to whisper in your ear.

“You better get your ass up and get in that damn bed, woman,” he growled— though you felt him smiling, too.

You sat up and carefully slid off of him, climbing out of the tub and starting to reach for a towel before he tutted disapprovingly and gave you a correctional slap on the bottom.

“Don’t you want me to dry you off first?” you said.

“You know what I want— get in that bed,” he insisted, but he didn’t give you a chance, grabbing you and pushing you down onto the mattress instantly; both of you were dripping wet still, and he purred as your bodies slid together while he got on top of you.

He smiled down at you, that proud glimmer in his eye, as he placed your legs up on his shoulders and leaned down over you; when he slipped inside again, the angle forced his cock so deep that your back had to arch and your mouth fell open into a low moan— he watched your face carefully as he pushed himself to the very end of you.

“That’s my girl,” he purred, “takin’ it so good— still tight as ever, sweetpea…”

Each rock of his hips made you moan louder than the last— all the other girls thought you put on a show for him, but right now, it was all real.  He knew how to hit your spot just right, and he loved watching you fall apart under him.

“Y’like that, huh?” he taunted, and you nodded with a gasp.  “Your favorite customer’s gonna make you come real hard, baby…”

Sure, he was mostly just being cocky, but he wasn’t wrong— about being your favorite customer or about making you come.  You were closer than you should’ve been by now, but watching him make a mess of himself had you all worked up and then he got so aggressive… it was all very overwhelming.  Thankfully, from the sound of his hissing breaths in through his teeth, he was pretty close, too.  And he had even less of an excuse than you, having just come so recently!  But then again, it had been almost a week since you’d last seen him… and neither of you had come since then.

He chuckled when he shifted his hips and you whimpered loudly.  “Oh, is that the way you need it?  C’mon and say so, then.”

“I— I need it,” you choked, “I need you to fuck me just like that.”

“Yeah?” he egged you on, your fists gripped the sheets beneath you as he moved faster and rougher.  The pressure building inside you was sharp and tingly, almost too much to take, but it felt better and better as you gave into it.

“M’so close,” you gasped, “please don’t stop— ah!”

"Tell me whose you are," he grunted.

"Yours, Percy, all yours," you whined, digging your nails into the sheets so hard now that they were at risk of tearing.

"One more time," he groaned, "I'm gonna finish inside— say it one more time, baby—"

"I'm yours," you sobbed, finally feeling him push his hips against you as deep as possible and start to come.  He tossed his head back with a whine, the flex of his cock against your walls in time with his heavy pant; as he reached the end of it (it seemed to go on for a while), he sighed and dropped his head down, wet hair hanging loosely around his face.  You were about to ask if he enjoyed himself, but he suddenly kissed you— intense, yet relaxed, as he was still catching his breath.  You hummed against his lips and kissed him back, lifting your hands to hold his face gently.

Feeling him smile, you laughed quietly when he pulled back and blinked down at you.  Something about the way his cheeks were flushed— maybe from just the hot water, maybe from a little more— made his green eyes look even brighter, and you bit your lip.

“You know somethin’, sweetpea?” he breathed.  “You look prettiest just after I filled you up.”

He pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed beside you, staring up at the ceiling with that dazed, joyfully-exhausted look on his face.  “You’ve told me that before,” you remembered.

“Well, I was right,” he chuckled breathlessly.  “Damn, you wear me out… I didn’t think I could go again after you played footsie with my family jewels—”

You snorted at the euphemism, feeling him snuggle up to you and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Anybody else gonna see you today?" he asked in a mumble, smirking against your skin.  "You better wash all a'me out, or you're gonna have customers complaining about their favorite whore bein' all used up…"

It wasn’t until he said that that you realized you’d been in your little fantasy again, pretending you were Mrs. Dolarhyde and not another soiled dove with bills on the dresser.  You sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing your robe from where it was draped over a lamp so you could slip it over your shoulders.

“Hey, my time’s not up yet, is it?” he pouted, reaching over to tickle your thigh with his fingertips.  “You don’t have to wash up until I leave, right?  Just lay here for a while, sweetpea—”

"Do you call me that to try to make me feel bad?" you interrupted, wishing instantly you could’ve just bit your tongue.  

“Call you what, ‘sweetpea’?”

“No,” you sighed, turning to face him again as he propped himself up on one elbow.  “You always say things like that after— call me a whore and all.  You shouldn't be judging me, I might be a whore but you're still quite the loyal fuckin' customer—"

"Woah, hey now," he soothed, raising his hands defensively.  "I'm not here to judge, I don't think bein' a whore is anything bad— I mean, shit, far as I see it you ladies are the heroes of the West.  Where would good-for-nothing bastards like me be without you?"

"Then what do you say it like that for?" you frowned.  "You get sweet on me, then you say something rude— and don't tell me you mean it as a compliment, because I can tell when you mean something as a compliment and when you're just trying to get me all confused…"

"Sweetpea," he breathed, reaching out and pulling you back down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.  "It's not to confuse you.  It's me that's confused.  Sometimes…"

He sighed and started over, looking away as you blinked up at him expectantly.

"Sometimes, I forget what this is," he admitted with a little shrug, still not looking back at you.

"What is this?" you asked him earnestly, softly.

"It's… a business transaction," he decided.  "It's a professional and her client.  It's your job."

He looked at you, resting a hand on your waist, and your eyes stared up into his— a strange feeling swirled in your chest, something you remembered distantly as hope.  "What else could it be?" you whispered.

He sighed heavily, lifting one hand to your face to brush your damp hair out of the way.  "Nothin'," he answered, stroking your cheek with his thumb lightly.  "You know that as good as I do.  It couldn't be nothin' else but the way you make your money, and the way I spend mine."

You looked down with a little sigh, nodding.  “Yeah,” you agreed, “I do know.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead, and you settled into his arms as he held you close.  “Can I stay longer today?  I think I might fall asleep if you just let me hold you.”

“I have another appointment,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I’ll pay double,” he promised— it wasn’t an offer, he was telling you that he would stay and pay double afterwards, you knew because he was already sighing deeply and sinking into the pillow, moments from drifting off.

“Sleep tight, Percy,” you whispered as you laid your face on his shoulder— you wouldn’t fall asleep, but you could rest your eyes for a while… yeah, that’d be alright.

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RolePlay

Edward Nashton x Reader

⚠️: Smut, grinding, cumming w clothes on, reader doesn't know Edward is the Riddler, p0rn w no plot, mask kink.

Your lips were on Edward's his sweaty hands shakily pressing down on your waist.

You broke the kiss, your chest feeling heavy as you regained your breath. Looking around, you see a familiar looking green mask;

"never knew you were a Riddler fanboy"

you said as you went pick up the mask, Edward going stiff as he saw you look at the mask.

It was as if his vocal chords cut, thankfully you didn't think much of it.

It happened so quick, from fear to being caught, to extreme arousal as he saw you put it on, only your eyes visible, your eyelashes peeking out as you crawled on top of him, your hand going to press down on his neck, softly choking him.

Imitating the Riddler's voice, you spoke to him.

"Please do not lie, what is the price for your blind eye?"

You said as you grinded on him, applying more pressure on his neck, Edward's face going red at the lack of oxygen, but his eyes going up as he felt your hips moving on top of his, his erection oh so deliciously grinding against your clothed groin.

You were about to keep talking, until Edward's face went tomato red, his eyes rolling back so far they almost went white, his mouth opening as he let out a high pitched moan.You felt a wet spot under you, seeing his pants getting wet as he came.

[ladysmutwriter]

There is a dark, evil voice in my head whispering,

Start writing for Scream

[ladysmutwriter]

Your writing is dogwater please for the love of GOD install grammarly

Woah! first hate comment! too much of a pussy to comment it with your account? not everyone is born in america or has the chance to have a good education to write everything like shakespeare.

you're reading porn, either jack it quick or lower your standars sweetie!

[ladysmutwriter]

Obedience

Maximus (Fallout TV Series) x Female!Reader

After the squire Maximus "died", you were sent to serve his Knight, little did you knew, someone was a little too anxious to use their power.

WARNINGS: semi smutty, masturbation, power play, reader is a masochist.

You smiled towards your knight, Titus- he had been a lot nicer to you compared to what the other scribes had told you, even if he was mostly silent, he'd mostly nod to your questions, shortly answering others- almost if he was nervous.

Maximus, on the inside of the suit, was all sweaty and nervous, you were another scribe just like him, but your loyalty was like iron, unbreakable- something he admired from you, you where perfect soldier material, not to mention you had the prettiest face of all the goddamn Wasteland, and a body that he had to avoid thinking of if he didn't want his cock to explode like in the stories he heard. And now you were sitting in front of him, awaiting his command like an obedient dog. Fuck.

"You could brand me if you'd like, Knight Titus" The words left your mouth slowly as if you were testing waters, but anxious to show him you'd do a better job than the last scribe that "died" under his command. The knight stared back at you in silence, debating wether he should take advantage or not, but his hormones began taking the reigns as he nodded, his hand patting the heavily armored T-60 metal thigh, feeling the vibrations of the small patting on it go through his real meat thigh, making him slightly shudder.

Getting up in a second, you nervously got closer to where he was seated, your hands going to undo the top part of your uniform, barely showing your bra before turning around and carefuly sitting down on his leg, feeling him move his arm towards the fire for a few seconds, until it was bright red, you biting a piece of cloth to choke down the pained sounds you made once you felt the "T" burn down your skin, adorning it along the other scars your body carried.

Feeling the metal leave your skin you spit out the cloth, your full weight falling down on "Titus" leg as for a second as you caught your breath, a tear rolling down your cheek as the burning feeling spread through your whole back.

Maximus eyes rolled down from your back to your behind, noting how as you fell down your ass molded down onto his armor, making him all sweaty again as he once again, felt as if he was about to burst into...something. Without even thinking, his hand went to your waist, big metal fingers carefuly grabbing down onto your flesh as if to try to soothe you in some sort of way, after all he knew how painful that shit was, but fuck, it made him feel so powerful over you, he wished it was an "M" besides a "T" that belonged to a old coward who was already rotting outside some cave.

He didn't even realize the slight movement of your hips. As he had drove off to thoughts, his hand, still on your waist left it's full weight over you, making your hips press down tightly against his thigh, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

You didn't even consider it being just some accident, your pained filled mind becoming fuzzy from the arousal of being someone's property, your brain processing it as your Knight giving you a sign to press down on him, so you began moving your hips in a rythmical pattern, up and down, slowly leaving a wet trail on your pants down onto the rusty metal armor, small gasps leaving your mouth.

As soon as Maximus brain went back to reality, he noticed the lewdness of this whole thing... Where you, turned on by this? You must be some sort of mental case- but this was a lifetime chance, having first seat to observe the prettiest gal of the Wasteland give him a show, even if it was meant for another man, he might take a chance.

[ladysmutwriter]

Lovers Rock

Reiji Sakamaki x Reader

Having the woman of his life, Reiji looses you because of his father, and after years he decides to finally stand up to him, will it be too late?

WARNINGS: Depression, mild sexual content (only mentions of it)

Your eyes stared lovingly at him, the glow of the moon giving you a magical look, the stars being the only witness of your love, your love towards Reiji. But something was odd, he was looking at you, but he wasn't thinking about you, his usually calmed concentrated eyes filled with concern, scanning your face as if he'd never see you again.

He was remembering all of your memories together, how your first interaction was, you casually finding him at school and starting a small conversation, afterwards you'd always find him to chat, showing off your smarts and good manners, thing that got Reiji's curiosity- your smooth skin, pretty lips and eyes that looked like galaxies, filled with knowledge you'd happily tell him about, wether it was your special interest or random things, you always made sure to investigate and know everything about it, and so you began to grow closer to him.

Then your first kiss happened, after you two had gone to a meadow in the middle of the night, to watch the sky full of stars, you shocking him as you pounced over him as you connected your lips, the sweet taste of you filling his head as you tightly grabbed onto his clothes, cheeks flushed as you broke the kiss, instantly telling him how you felt, and it was mutual. Your relationship was still a secret, as he didn't want his brothers or father going behind you, a fragile human compared to them.

The first time he tasted your blood; you were on the same meadow, in the dead of night, you under Reiji as your clothes were disheveled, face fully red and hair messy, your bra on the grass a few feet away as he had ripped it apart, your mouth leaving out little moans as you begged him to bite you, to finally mark you as his, to take away your virginity and blood; feeling a smile creep up your face as you felt his fangs tear your skin, and the suction as he drank your blood, the night ending in him claiming your body just like you had dreamt of many times.

But now everything had changed, as Ayato had saw him in school giving you a small peck on the lips, and made sure to tell everyone, including Karlheinz, who didn't take it lightly.

Now you had to stop going to school, because of the constant harassment of Reiji's brothers. But you still loved him, and didn't care about anything besides him. But he couldn't disobey his father, as much as he hated him, Karlheinz had far more power than him, giving Reiji a single warning that he had to marry someone with richer blood than you or another vampire who was strong powers.

You looked like the prettiest china cups he owned, but it felt as if he grabbed a hammer, and destroyed them with all his might, as he told you the awful words- i can't be with you anymore.

"And she cried over nothing So there was nothing I could do to stop Her from cutting Her beautiful H/C hair off"

You just got up, eyes filled with tears as you left. Next day you went back to school, as the Sakamaki brothers stopped harassing you now, not even glancing towards Reiji.

The year passed on, and you graduated, and left school; while Reiji met another woman, and as years passed he married her and had his first born, never achieving to connect with either the woman or the baby, only seeing them as strangers who he had to live with.

Years passed and passed, and soon enough, he forgot about you- him still the same as he never aged, until one day where he was cleaning his lab, he found a small red vial, the label being "Y/N Blood", a gift you had given him to drink if he ever missed you, years ago when you were still together. The once red liquid was now coagulated, brown and looked awful, a nice representation of how things ended with Reiji.

How long had it been? His child was now a grown adult, perhaps about 60/70 years? The memories of you being hard to remember because of the years- yet he felt an odd pinch in his chest, almost painful- he realized he needed to see you again, considering you were a mortal human you could be dead by now, considering how fragile humans were, that was a possibility that scared him, even if he never demostrated any emotions everything changed when remembering how warm your body was, how soft your voice felt in his ears, how magnificent you were, blessed with beauty and smarts; he needed you again.

He still remembers your home, so calling a driver he set his way on the limousine he went to your address. Getting outside of the car, the only lights in the dark night was the windows of your small house, just by the side of the road, with no neighbours other than the cows and the meadow surrounding the area- he didn't even bother knocking, entering the house, the smell of fresh baked pastries filling his nose as he adjusted his sight to the many candles and lights, seeing an old lady crocheting in a couch, white hair falling down her wrinkly face, her shaky hands stopping only once she heard his steps.

It was you.

You were extremely different, and your eyes squinted as you didn't recognize the person standing in front of you, but as his mouth whispered your name, you dropped the crochet to the floor, grabbing the glasses that were on the little table next to you, putting them on as your eyes opened like plates, your whole body beggining to shake as you got up, slowly walking over to him as your hands raised, him crouching a little to let you caress his face.

Your hands were chubbier and filled with wrinkles, slowly caressing his face, surprised as he hadn't aged one day, tears falling from your eyes as you hugged him tightly, white and gray hair covering your smaller form as you cried into his torso, your warmth poisoning Reiji, the warmth he had missed so much once again against him, making him forget about all the years you spent apart, and once again like the day he met you.

You looked different, as you had aged, but you were still gorgeous, and now he wasn't going to abandon you like he did all those years ago.

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Can I request Reiji&Shuu hurt comfort or do you only do xreaders? (Totally fine if you do!! :)

i only do x reader sorry! best of luck tho!