#x fem! reader

[thatgenericwriter]

The Fake Boyfriend || Gregory House

Paring: Dr. Gregory House x fem!reader

Summary: When a creepy dude starts hitting on you in the hospital you go to the closest person for help

Warnings: catcalling and gross men

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"Hey sexy!" You turn to look at who's getting catcalled. Not finding any women looking uncomfortable. Actually, not finding anyone around you at all. No one but a creepy dude who is actively walking closer and closer to you.

'.....oh shit!' You turn around and start walking faster to the cafeteria doors. You pray that there's somebody in there that can help you.

"Hey pretty lady! Why are you walking away from all of this?" You shudder in disgust and start walking even faster to the now approaching cafeteria doors.

You can feel him getting even closer to you. And you're practically running by the time you open the doors to the cafeteria. Quickly scanning the room you spot two men sitting at one of the tables.

Praying that this works you turn around to confront the gross man who has now made it inside the cafeteria with you.

"Please leave me alone sir. I have a boyfriend and he's sitting right over there." You tell this man while gesturing to the men behind you.

"Yeah sure you do why don't you go over there and prove it." You take a deep breath as you hoped he wouldn't ask this. But letting out a shaky exhale you turn around and walk towards the table with the two men.

You hear him walking behind you, and as you get closer you can tell that these two men are actually doctors at this hospital.

"Hey sorry I'm late honey! Traffic was crazy getting here! I hope I didn't miss all of your lunch break." You slide in next to the closest guy to you. Which happened to be a ruff looking man in a suit. And as you took a second closer look you noticed the cane that he had under the table.

You give the two men a pleading look before turning back to the catcaller beside the table. "See I told you my boyfriend was here. So now will you please leave me alone."

You can tell that the two men now understand what's happening. The guy sitting across from you sits up straighter and has a more threatening look on his face. And the man that you had sat by lazily puts his arm around you and pulls you in to him more.

"This cripple is your boyfriend? Baby girl I could please you better than this man ever could." You felt the man's arm wrap around you tighter as this creep said this.

"Are you sure about that? Because I make a killer lasagna!" The man across from you rolls his eyes at the other man's comment before turning to look at the creep.

"Sir if you do not leave my friend's girlfriend alone I will have you personally escorted out of this hospital, and then make sure that you never step foot in this hospital again." This got the creepy man to scoff and roll his eyes before making an off handed comment about you not even being hot enough to be worth all this trouble. Before turning around and leaving the cafeteria.

As soon as the door shut behind him you let out a breath of air that you have been holding in, and relax into your seat before turning and looking at the two men that just saved you.

"I am so sorry for interrupting you guys! But also thank you so much for saving me from that creep."

The friendly looking man across from you tells you that it's no problem and that they were happy to help before introducing himself to you.

"I'm Dr. James Wilson and my lovely friend over there is Dr. Gregory House." You tell them your name and before you know it you're having a pleasant conversation with them. Well mostly with Wilson with house butting in with a sarcastic quick every now and again. But a pleasant conversation nonetheless.

That is until Wilson's pager goes off. He apologizes to both of you before leaving the cafeteria briskly. But not before sending a not so subtle wink to House. And that's when you realize that House has yet to take his arm off of your shoulders.

"I should also get going. My niece should be done with her test by now and I've got to get her home." You quickly scribble your number on one of the napkins on the table with a pin from your purse before sliding it over to House.

"Here's my number just in case you want to save me from anymore creepy men." You get up, after House removes his arm from around you, and grab your bag to start leaving.

You're halfway to the door before you hear house talking from behind you. "It's true you know!"

This stops you in your tracks as you turn back around to face House. "What?" You asked bewildered.

"It's true that I make a great lasagna. How about you come over to my place tomorrow night and prove me right." You give him a little smirk before nodding your head and agreeing.

You turn around again and are almost out the cafeteria doors before you hear House talking once again. "I'll text you the deets!" You shake your head in amusement before letting the door shut fully behind you and walking to the elevator to go get your niece.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my first house fic!

[mamayan]

I am shocked that there's no Aizawa nsfw on here

(I was stalking your shi again lmao)

And I am also here to request Aizawa and a bratty reader because I need him🤲🏽

You are so right, he needs more love♡ Only the brattiest for Aizawa! I’m sorry you gotta see my brain rot on my page recently lmfao (BEEF) enjoy!

Aizawa x Brat! Fem! Reader

TW: Teasing • NSFW (M)(F) • Oral (M) • Soft Dom! • Semi! Public • Praise (good girl/kitty) • Cock Warming

“Shouta~♡” The lewd mewling noises on the other end of his cell phone are from none other than you.

He’s in the middle of a lesson, having answered your call out of urgency that something might’ve been wrong. Class was mere minutes from ending, so he didn’t hesitate to fish the cellular device from his slacks and answer.

“m’gonna cum—oh yes, Shouta!” The wet squelching noises on the other end of the line were vulgar, the likelihood of you shoving the phone close to your dripping cunt high so he could really listen. The class was none the wiser, working diligently towards their careers as future pro-heroes while he listened to essentially audio pornography of his wife coming. His face gave nothing away, stoic and bored looking as usual to avoid any suspecting glances up to the front at him. His nice dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, where his veins became prominent as he gripped the podium like it was his worst energy.

Your climax seemed to have been intense, your panting and soft mumbles might’ve been adorable in any other situation, but it wasn’t.

“That’s nice dear, come by the school after you’re finished at home. I have some papers to grade so I might be a while.” Those who weren’t close to him wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in tone, but you did. On the other line laying in bed with your vibrator still buzzing, you heard the fury.

It wasn’t meant to piss him off, it was meant to rile him up to come home early! “Sh-Shouta…” but he’d already hung up the phone. You grimaced, realizing your teasing had the opposite affect, but the way your pussy throbbed told a different story to how you really felt.

You were early, of course, greeting the upcoming students with your regular smiles and words in passing. All until the UA school classroom was deserted, for all but you and your pro-hero husband. He looked dashing, having combed his hair and worn a half suit for a meeting he’d had this morning, his appearance making you ravenous and eager to keep him home. You’d been denied of course, with a sigh and kiss to your forehead, as if it erased how needy you’d gotten.

Licking your lips nervously, you entered the classroom and closed the door with a click. Aizawa was sitting behind his desk, grading papers without looking up at you.

“Lock it.”

You obeyed, pouting your lip cutely in hopes his mood would improve since you’d adorned the cute sundress he said he loves so much.

To no avail. He actually leaves you standing there while still grading. A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells you it’s been almost ten minutes… “Shouta…” nothing. You’re made to stand for another ten as your own attitude starts to spark. Gripping your hands into fists, you intended to lay whine some more, before his head snapped up at you. Effectively shutting you up.

“Here.” He points to the floor with a no nonsense expression, tired dark eyes following you as you hustled into action. The way he was acting assured you he was pissed. No need to further antagonize. You quickly kneel, sure to arch your back and stick your chest out, because you knew after all exactly how he liked to see you. Despite the demure attitude you adorned, he was no fool and knew you still hadn’t learned any lessons.

A large warm palm softly cups your jaw, lifting your head to stare up at him. His handsome rugged face and slow forming smirk making your thighs clench in anticipation.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you kitty?” His fingers pinch together, making you open your mouth as he leans over you in his chair. “Moaning like that while you came, I guess you don’t need anymore today huh?” This has your attention, your rebuttal laughed at as he releases you. His hands traveling to his pants, fancy slacks you had bought for him being undone as he frees himself just enough to release his hard cock.

You briefly wonder if he intends to fuck you in the school of all places. “Shouta this is a school—,” “I know it is. You’d think that thought would’ve crossed your mind when you called me in the middle of class?” Your hypocrisy is quickly called out.

Aizawa pumps his cock a few times, before crooking his finger and curling it for you to move forward. Nervously you do, not ready to admit aloud how much this scenario turns you on.

“Here kitty kitty…” his eyes promise wicked intentions, and like the good pet you are, you slide yourself between his spread legs and stick your tongue out to lick the pearl of pre-cum off his tip. Shivering, you take the hint when he softly presses the back of your head down, taking him in your mouth and to the back of your throat like you’ve practiced so many times before.

“Ohh,” his deep low moan filling your chest with pride, but you realize quickly he’s not letting you slide back up.

Your forced to peak up at him, his lazy smirk and hooded eyes mocking as he looks back.

“Tap my thigh if you can breath and this isn’t uncomfortable.” Confusion washes over you, but you do as he says and tap, because you could breath, but it was odd having his cock in your mouth but not doing anything.

“Don’t move your tongue and don’t suck, you’re going to cock warm me while I work.” He doesn’t miss the startled look in your eye, but chooses to ignore it. “If you need a break, you tap my thigh twice. You can use your safe word after that if necessary.” Despite his anger and the situation, it warms you from the inside out that he’s always so careful to ensure you always have a way out if necessary.

So there you sit, leaning on your left hip and thigh on the cool floor while the sounds of Aizawa scribbling occasionally fill the room. It’s nearly lulling, the feeling of him inside your mouth, just resting as you lean into his lap. Soft brushes against your head and neck relax you further, and you lose track of time in the strange intimacy.

Every now and then, Aizawa allows you up for a break, letting you pant and close your jaw before filling your mouth again.

Finally, you hear him sigh, and watch as he leans back with his arms resting on his chair. You make eye contact, surprised he’s not the least bit frustrated or antsy to move. “Do you know what you did wrong?” You can only blink, clutching the fabric of his pants in your hands. He lets you up, a thick string of saliva keeping your warm mouth and his cock connected.

His pretty red and swollen tip glossy.

“Stand up.” You do, getting onto shaky feet after sitting on your legs so long. Your husband’s hands travel up your thighs, under your dress and to your underwear.

“Let’s see how you are here,” you gasp, as he cups your pussy through your underwear. “Hmm, I hardly touched you and you’re this wet? Do you like being a cocksleeve so much?” His words have you shaking, arousal nearly dripping into his palm as he chuckles.

“So responsive… step out,” he slides your underwear down, the expensive brand useless in favor of your actual pussy. When he’s got you naked from the waist down, he tugs you into his lap, letting you straddle him.

“You did good with your mouth, let’s see if you can be good here too.” You’re sinking down on his thick cock, moaning as you feel him stretch and fill you so much better than the vibrator you’d used this morning. “Ah~ fuck, Shouta,” he stills you when you try to bounce, whining as you grind down.

A sharp slap to your ass has you yelping.

“Good girls don’t take what isn’t given.” His stern tone makes you fully still, but it’s difficult with how good he feels inside you.

He makes you wait, and you realize in horror as you look back from his lap, that his desk is stacked with paperwork.

“Is that all… for tonight?”

A glance at his grin tells you it is.

“I’ve been backed up for a while now, lucky me you volunteered to keep me company while I work.”

“You can’t seriously—,” a grip to your throat hushes you, his expression showing you still haven’t been forgiven from your earlier transgressions.

“I do seriously intend to let you warm my cock the entire time, and you’re going to be good if you want to cum when I finish.”

You’d learn your lesson slowly, that’s the best way to teach a brat.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

hii! could you do a smut with markiplier smut where the reader is being bratty and disturbing him while he’s editing and he puts her in her place and punishes her? (daddy kink, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), bondage, degrading, name calling, etc.)

Bad Little Thing

Markiplier x fem! Reader Requested by: Anon Proofread:N/A Genre: Smut Music: Hawaii Part II - Full Album Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, Daddy kink, oral , throat fucking, slapping, bondage, choking, degrading, name-calling, mean!Mark Summary: All you want is Mark's attention and will do whatever it takes for you to get it. Author's Note: Markiplier?? Damn. (I also reached the tumblr word limit with this so I had to limit the warning sorry-) -Mod Kenma

To be fair, you were bored. You weren't sure what Mark was doing but he wasn't paying attention to you, so it wasn't important. You wanted his attention, plain and simple. You waltzed up to Mark and looked over his shoulder. "Whacha doin?" You asked, leaning onto him.

"Something real important princess." To you, it looked like a bunch of boring emails. "Mmm seems boring~," You said, pouting. "You know what would be a lot more fun?" Mark sighed and pressed a kiss on your temple. "I can't play now sweetheart, I'm doing something important. When I finish we can play, I promise." You huffed and pulled away, annoyed.

"That's fine. I can play by myself." You said, pushing some loose hair out of your face. Mark stopped typing. It was one of your rules that you weren't allowed to touch yourself unless Mark had given you permission to. Before you could skip out of the bedroom, Mark grabbed you by your wrist. "What's up with you today. You're acting like a brat." Your boyfriend said, irritation lacing his voice.

Mark left you no room to respond as he got up from his desk and led you to the bedroom. You couldn't help but skip towards the bedroom with a big smile on your face. You sat on the bed and waited for Mark's next move. You watched as he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "You've been bad." He said, gently holding your cheek before slapping you.

You let out a small whimper, enjoying every moment. "Part of me wants to tie your needy ass up and leave you here while I continue my work, but I wouldn't get to see your reactions." Mark walked off, grabbing something from the closet. You watched as he brought out dark red rope and unraveled it. True to his word, Mark did tie you up. He wrapped the rope around your shoulders, making sure to make a knot right above your chest. He wrapped it around your breasts, making sure that the rope squeezed and tightened in all the right places.

After that, Mark grabbed another section of rope and began to tie up one of your legs. He wrapped the rope around your upper calf and tied your wrist to it. The rest of the rope was tied against your thigh, the end of it wrapping around your cute tummy. You watched as Mark did it to the other leg and squirmed, trying to find a position more comfortable than the one you were already in. "Uncomfortable?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, some of his dark hair getting in his face. You nodded and watched as Mark smirked.

He pushed you onto your back, before taking off his clothes. The sudden chill of your cunt being so out in the open caused you to shiver and your nipples to harden. You blushed as Mark manhandled you. You couldn't help but swallow thickly as your head was hanging off the bed. You stared at his cock and watched as he brought it closer to your lips. "Open." You obeyed, already feeling spit build up in your mouth.

Mark slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, caressing your cheek as he did so. You hummed when he put his full length inside your mouth. Something about this position was so personal, submissive. Mark had complete control over the situation, and that's why you loved it so much. Something about giving up control drove you wild.

You closed your eyes in bliss as Mark fucked your throat. He'd occasionally rest one of his hands on your chest, groping one of your breasts. You could tell that just by your throat alone, Mark wanted to cum. You could taste his pre cum and wanted nothing more than to swallow it and be praised for your behavior.

To your surprise, Mark pulled out. "Fuck princess. Your throat feels so good. This is a punishment though, can't finish just yet." You huffed and looked away, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Mark smirked and sat you up. He laid you down on your back and dragged his hands up and down your waist. Just his touch alone had your stomach up in knots. You squirmed in his hold, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

One of his hands slid up your body to your neck and gave it a good squeeze. Your eyes rolled back in bliss, enjoying the pressure. "You're such a slut." Mark said, looking down at your cunt. Without warning, he slapped your pussy with his free hand. You flinched and let out a sheepish moan, embarrassed. He continued to rub and slap your cunt, enjoying your flustered reactions.

A string of your wetness attached itself to Mark's hand. "You're already wet? I haven't even done anything to you. You're such a whore." He said, pressing a wet kiss onto your neck. "I need you." You whined, clenching your hands. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you begged for his touch. "Daddy please!" It was borderline painful.

Mark clicked his tongue in annoyance and stopped touching you. "Fine. But I'm not stopping till you learn your lesson." He grabbed you by your thighs and pushed himself inside of you. Mark leaned down and groaned into your neck. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his waist but the rope was making it impossible to do so. You craved being as close to him as you physically could. You wanted to touch him and grab onto him as tightly as you could.

His thrusts were at a brutal pace. You couldn't form any words, only slurring together 'daddy' and 'please'. Mark responded to every "please" you cried out with "please what sweetheart? What do you want daddy to do?". It's not like you could respond though, head too fuzzy to do so. Your whines and whimpers only spurred Mark on. He loved hearing your desperate cries for him. It made him proud to know that his cock was able to make your head that dizzy.

He angled himself at just the right spot to make you see stars. "Gonna cum!" You cried out, tears sprouting from your eyes. "Cum for daddy, princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock." Mark leaned down and began to mark your neck violently. His blunt nails began to dig into your thighs, leaving crescent shapes on your skin.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, a pornographic moan leaving your mouth. Mark came quickly after you, painting your insides with his cum. Before you had any time to come down from your high, Mark moved. His thrusts weren't as violent as they were before. You squealed and tensed up. "I told you I'm not stopping baby." Your cunt had become sensitive from the rather rough foreplay and your climax. "Daddy! 'M sensitive-" You cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Mark shushed you with a kiss. "It's okay. I'll take care of you." He said with a sadistic smile.

[hellcatinnc]

Love & Deepspace Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, romantic, romantic ideas, valentine's with the guys, valentine's day, vday, love and deepspace, pampering, cuddles, lights, bubble baths, rose petals, flowers, wine, champagne, gifts, plushies, stuffys, breakfast in bed

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Zayne

he will have you a arrangement delivered to you while he is still at work - they will be sweet but traditional Lilies & Roses

Bottle of the expensive wine the ones that are $500 a bottle but only the best for his girl

Takes you out to a 5 star restaurant to spoil you

he will get off work early enough to come to your house start cooking cute heart pancakes and coffee in your cutest cup set he got you for the occasion

Pour a bath for your with rose petals lining the walk way

he isn't one who cares much about buying stuff at valentine's based on he has no interest but since he has been with you and realizes it matters then you will have a cute stuffed teddy bear in a balloon with candies in stuff in one buy

Rose Petals on the bed to make love to you on at the end of the night

Has a beautiful dress delivered to you ahead of time so he can pick you up from leaving his work get you by the salon to get your hair then show back up with his sports car to take you out - yes he is showing you off

Dances with you to a romantic song at the restaurant

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Rafayel

bubble bath he will go pick up your favorite scented one just for this occasion - move over though he is climbing in with you

will put out scented candles a few places in the house for scent only

strawberries and champagne

he will do your hair for you or at least play in it

he throws rose petals all over the house and bed - he doesn't plan to clean these up tomorrow :P

plays song in bath together to get you in the mood

he will decorate your bedroom in red roses surrounding the room

chocolate heart with a cute dolphin plushie

romantic card that plays music

Roses with Ferrero Roche flowers and chocolate

he will want to feed you chocolates but he will want the same in return

he didn't care if you wore anything else but the lingerie he got you he wasn't sharing you with the world today you were stuck in your place with him all alone

breakfast in bed and you both will hand feed each other so has to be finger food breakfast of choice - he just wanted to try something different

he painted you something that would always remind you of him no its not a self portrait its actually one of the ocean and a merman holding his woman

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Xavier

he will do the housework for you complain a bit about it but he will still do it

candles all around the bedroom for a romantic look

rose petals leading upstairs to the bedroom

Pours the bubble bath with votive candles and then helps you get undressed and step into this comfort

love songs playing low on the stereo

breakfast in bed but don't let him fool you he tried to cook the stuff first and when he burnt some of it he just went to the local coffee and bagel place got you and him some breakfast and coffee for you some juice for him then he will put it on a tray and carry it to you including a card and flowers

he will get you a stuffed animal but it will be big, the size will be big enough you can hold it and lay on it when he is gone and it will smell like him so you don't miss him as much

Matching bunny pj's to be wrapped up in matching for couples to cuddle together in

Dinner on the beach under beautiful heart lights

He has a movie under the stars planned for your night of cuddles

he will do your hair for you so you look even cuter in your bunny costume and braids

drinks in front of the cozy fireplace

1 Single rose to let you know you're the one

[nihilnisiluna]

A happy day?

Childe x Reader Pronouns: She/Her

It is the day of her birth, yet she could not find a place where she could be all by herself, she didn’t want to be surrounded by people who were worried about her every single minute of the day. Yet, even if there were so many people around her, she decided it would be a nice time to just run away and get away from it all. Saying that she will be going to the restroom though instead she went out of the window, she was determined to get the day all to herself. Although, things didn’t go all into plan because 5 minutes later she bumped into someone, only to feel them steady her and ask, “ are you alright, your grace?”

It was Childe, of all people to run into, it was the one guy she was avoiding since she arrived in Tevat. Though the main reason for that was just being too nervous to see him after everything that had happened, especially after the hunt, her trust has been broken by the people of Tevat. Yet, in the end, it’s just something that made them worry more over her and leave her with no peace. She shifted away slightly and out of his hands, turning her face away so she didn’t have to look at him and muttered, “I am fine.”

They stood like that for a few seconds as the one wanted to ask why she was avoiding him while the other craved to know if the other was going to take her back to her cold and lonely throne. Childe moved to scratch the back of his neck and opened his mouth to ask his question when someone shouted out loud, “where are you, your grace?”

This cause Childe to widen his eyes as he put two and two together, a sigh left her throat with a frown starting to form on her face. This led him to hesitate on what to do next, to shout out where you are and build more distance between you or figure out a way to get the Creator where she wanted. He might get in trouble for being close to you as he is with the Fatui and others would think that he is just trying to keep her all to himself, not that it wasn’t on his mind often. Making up his mind, he asks, “wanna go elsewhere instead?”

Instead of a reply or a look of happiness, he saw an exhausted expression release a sigh before saying, “sure. Why not?’

With that action, he started to believe the rumors of her hating him to bits, but he didn’t do anything wrong, he was sure. Even when they thought that the creator was an imposter, he never tried to look and kill her. Placing a smile on his face and placing a hand on the creator's back to guide her out of the area. She may not like him but he is still going to try to see if she would ever change her mind. He will worm his way up to her heart, then she will see that he is okay, he would be satisfied with her being at least okay with him being in a room with her. Afterall, she would walk out almost as soon as he would try to walk in, he was hurting about it but this is a huge! He can do this!

He would hide her and try to be accommodating whenever he could and slowly got her away from her room. Once he did it, he smiled and turned to her, “where to next, your grace?”

Once he faced her, he saw her walking away, moving to catch up to her and place an arm around her shoulders, only to receive a glare that could kill. Though once he saw her reaction he immediately let his arm fall from its place with a small awkward chuckle and scratched the back of his head. So far, it feels as though that whatever he did he just got further away from his intended goal about their situation. He slowly followed up after her when she started to walk away again, hoping that this would work out in the end, but it is like he can’t read her and made the worst decisions with her around. Though that won’t stop him from trying to get her to see eye to eye with him and like him better than she does now.

[t-thathandsomedevil]

POV Pansy Parkinson is your girlfriend(Smart! Fem! Reader)

● Pansy is your roommate andshedoes your makeup everyday. ● Pansy loves tobake sweets with youbut shedoesn't eat them “Because I will become fat” but youbeg her totryONE andshe eventually gives in andeatsONE. ● Youhelp PAnsy with her homework because youare a better student than her andshe helps you with your fashion because she is THE MOST fashionable girl in school. ● Pansy is thatone person who wouldyellout her sexuality (Bi) if she was askedto withoutquestion or hesitation and she wouldalsoyellout she loves youso much in the same spirit. ● Youhave a homework club (With Mattheo, Theo, Enzo,Astoria,Delphne, Blaise) that youare the presidentof andyou drag Pansy with youtothe library for the club everyday. ● Pansy gives youkisses in the hallways even though literally everybody in the school is there because she is SHAMELESS. ● Pansy takesdrunk photos with you, Mattheo, Theo, Enzo,Astoria,Delphne, Blaise (yes I copy andpastedthat from #5)

● Theonly things Pansy reads is tweets, tick-tock captions, texts, and wattpadfanfiction while yoube reading the whole 3 Lordof the ring series in 3 months (Ididthat btw) ● Youdon’t reallydrink andyousupervise Pansydrinking andonly allow her todrink 3 cups max, even though you reallydon’t want herdrinking at all (Same with your friends but youhave nocontrolof how much theydrink that much) andyoudon’t let her gotobars without you. ● Pansy is a big spoon andyouare a little spoon. ● Youhave a pet cat namedStella (She is a black cat) that Pansy loves so much andStella cuddles with youandPansy.

[romiyaro]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜQ ʜᴜʙʙɪᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴇxᴛ

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴍᴀᴜ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴀʟ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ? ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ? ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ! ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʀᴇᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ɢʀʀ…ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ @tetsukentona ᴀɴᴅ @mrskenmakozume ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ʟɪʟ ʀᴏʀᴏ ᴛ-ᴛ

Part 2

𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 -> 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 -> 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 -> 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 -> 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 -> 𝐍𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫/𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 -> 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :(((

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱʜɪᴛᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ!

ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀᴜ! ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜱ~

[the-lady-writes-what]

Akasa's Secret Little Wife, Part 1

As a slayer, it is your sacred duty to eliminate the plague that are demons. Having lost your team, you foolishly attempt going after one of the 12 moons by yourself. It is your great fortune that it is Upper Rank Three of the Kizuki, Akasa, has a strange habit for a demon. He doesn't kill women.

Three times you tried to kill him. Three times you failed and walked away alive. Not wanting to kill and devour you but also wanting to avoid punishment by Muzan, Akasa locks you in a small house where only he can reach you. Akasa becomes deluded over time and comes to see you as his little wife.

Content: non-con touching, rough handling, fighting, spitting (giving and receiving), slight choking

Warning: violence, gore, blood and bodily dismemberment, death, cannibalism and blood-drinking, non-con touching, attempted forced feeding of human flesh, forced blood drinking

Dead Dove, Do Not Eat!

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Dead Dove, Do Not Eat!

The First Night

Earth leeched blood from your fallen comrades. Their bodies were twisted and torn apart. You'd seen what wild boars did to people who got too close, but even boars stopped. The demon kept going even when his victory was assured. You stayed your ground as your captain ordered, he'd been the first to die. You watched from behind the tree how Upper Rank Three of the Kizuki punched a hole into your captain's chest, spraying blood and meat everywhere. The demon tore out his throat with bare fangs, nearly decapitating your captain with one bite. Sour bile filled your mouth as you watched the demon drink the blood and meat the flesh of your captain's throat with a satisfied smirk. The next two slayers on your squad lasted about as long as your captain.

The first was a young man who wasn't much older than you though he pretended to him. The demon hadn't yet finished licking the captain's blood off his mouth when the slayer came running towards the enemy. His sword glinted like a sliver of silver in the moonlight. He aimed the blade at the back of the demon's neck. Just it seemed that it would make a clean slice and avenge the captain, the demon was gone. It hadn't run away, it just simply disappeared from where it had been standing. The slayer couldn't stop the motion of his sword coming down. He cut into thin air and nothing more.

You stifled the scream in your throat when the demon appeared behind him. A pair of tattooed hands reached inside your comrade and came out the other side of his ribs. The demon grabbed hold of his bones with blood glistening off his fingertips. It yanked the ribcage from out the back. Your comrade's spine collapsed like a column of child's building blocks. The demon dove into his innards, feasting on the red, meaty organs.

Two other slayers tried to cut him down, striking at his arms. The blades came down. The demon grabbed the swords with bare fingers and snap them. Your stunned comrades lost precious seconds looking bewildered. The demon decapitated one and tore off the arms of the other. His arms were wrenched free of their sockets and the flesh of his torso with the ease of a child ripping the arms of a doll. The demon ate his heart while he bled to death. It didn't eat any more bits and pieces of your comrades. A small mercy.

The fifth member of your squad stood in the shadows. He backed away from the demon, who hadn't yet noticed him. You couldn't blame him. Three upper ranking slayers had been killed within minutes. You'd be running too if you weren't afraid of the demon finding you. Whichever one of you made a sound first was going to be the one to die. The smallest noise would alert the demon whose eyes were scanning the clearing for anymore slayers to kill and devour.

You remained where you stood behind the large oak tree. You could make your escape once the demon was finished devouring your comrades. You covered your mouth and nose to dull the sound of your breathing. You could barely see your remaining comrade step away from the battlefield. The demon's eyes glowed in the dark like lanterns from Hell. It scanned the clearing and the forest; it hadn't yet spot either of you.

SNAP!

It was not you. You saw the vague shape of your comrade freeze. The crunch of a branch cracking underfoot could be heard across the clearing. Even your human ears picked it up. The demon snapped its head towards the sound. Your comrade screamed, dropped his sword, and fled into the dark woods. The demon was upon in minutes. You didn't see this death, but you heard it. There would be no sound like it in your living memory. He howled like a wounded dog, Whatever the demon did, his cries assured it was without mercy and full of anguish. Then, silence.

You stared at the bodies bathed in moonlight. The red of their blood pooled around them and gore glistened off of pale skin. You stepped around the oak tree. Unsheathing your sword, you crouched forward. If you were going to die, it would be with honor and with your comrades. You stepped over the bodies and limbs across the clearing. Your heart was a beast inside of your chest, pounding at your ribs. Your body moved slowly as if resisting. You didn't really want to die, but there were more important things and you weren't wasting your life like a coward.

The demon stepped out from the thickets and shadow. It was covered in red. Blood dripped from its fingers. You stilled your arms and tightened your stance. The demon would not see you tremble like a frightened little girl.

It did not leap upon you as it did with the others. It stood there. Its glowing eyes flicked to your naked sword pointed at its chest and then to your face. Those strange, demonic eyes stared at your face far more than was comfortable. Yet, it did not move.

"Make your first move, demon. I'm ready," you said.

The demon cocked its head to the side. "You would die if I did that. Just like the other slayers. Just like all the other humans I've killed. Aren't you afraid?"

"I am but that's not important. Even if I do die, I can least die knowing I went down swinging. My captain and my comrades will see me soon, and they will know I died beside them, fighting to avenge their deaths!"

The demon scoffed. It laughed at you. Laughed. The aggravating sound was almost human. Your hands tightened around the grip of your sword. Losing all patience, you sprinted forward and let out a wordless scream. All of your fear and rage went into the cry. It might be the last sound you make, but it was defiant in the face of the enemy. The demon would surely kill you, of that you had no doubt. It could kill you, but it wasn't going to make you give up and die with a whimper.

All the demon had to do was slide to the side. Your sword sliced open the demon's palm. The ground was so slick with blood that you slipped in the wet grass and fell on your backside. Your battle cry seemed now a wasted effort now that you lost all remaining dignity. The demon looked over you as it licked its own blood off its hand. A mouth full of sharp teeth twisted into a smirk.

"I would have let you live, you know. I don't fight women. A matter of principle but you're the first to admit fear and still come at me with a sword. If I wasn't a member of the Kizuki, you might have stood a chance. Get up. Show me how good of a fight you can give me, little girl."

You ground your teeth. You hated whenever someone called you girl, let alone little girl. You weren't past eighteen yet, however girl wasn't right. You were a woman. Young but still a woman. Not a child. You leap to your feet and swung.

The demon danced around you. Its feet moved faster than you could imagine. It moved with grace, you hated to say. Its blood-streaked torso dodged your sword at every turn. It wasn't going to let you near its neck. You screamed in frustration. Logic fled from your mind. You just wanted to make it bleed.

Rage filled you. You attacked without strategy. The demon couldn't predict your next moves anymore. Its eyes widened as your blade managed to slice him up. It raised its arms over its face. You cut it faster than it could heal. All your power came from that fire bursting out of control from your belly. Watching your comrades be killed and eaten, be taunted by a demon, it was too much. You slashed and slashed until bits of flesh covered the front of your uniform. By the time your mortal body began to cave into its stupidly fragile nature, you cut into the demon's flesh down to the marrow. The bones peaked out between corded pink muscle and white flesh.

"Are you finished? Is that all you got?" Asked the demon.

You fought to control your breath. You tried and failed to regain control with a breathing style. All you saw was red. You screamed again and ran forward.

The demon saw an opening. Like a fool, you left your abdomen wide open for attack. You didn't realize the mistake until it was too late. You saw it coming and said a quick prayer to whichever god might be listening to carry you off quickly from this plain.

The demon punched you in the gut. Pain sent you reeling backwards. When you looked down to see the wound, there was no blood. Your life essence did not pool around you. You did not have a hole where your intestines should have been. It hurt, but you were alive. You raised your head in time to see the demon coming at you again.

It leapt through the air, landed on one leg, and swung the other at your ankles. Knocked off your feet again, you missed falling on your backside by a narrow margin. You dug the sword's tip into the ground to keep off and used it as leverage to heave yourself upright. Flesh and steel met. The demon attacked with its bare arms. The wounds from before healed. It stared at your face instead of looking for another opening.

"You're...marvelous." It said with almost a sigh.

"Go fuck yourself!" You shouted back. You weren't going to take compliments from a demon who just ate your captain and squad members.

"Language," the demon chuckled.

With a well-placed palm, he struck a pressure point in your shoulder. Pain rippled through your arm. The shock made your hand spasm and loosened the grip on your sword. The demon struck your other shoulder before you got the feeling back. You cursed and fumbled forward to grab your weapon. The demon kicked the back of your knees. This time, you fell forward. Next to your head was the dismembered arm of your fallen teammate. Your teammate's blood matted into your hair and smeared across your face. You didn't have time to gasp in horror or gag at the sight of it. The demon kicked you so hard in the ribs to make you roll over.

Something broke. You heard a bone snap under the demon's foot.

You grabbed at your side. The stars above winked at you as if saying goodbye. Then the demon was on top of you. It straddled your waist with bone-crushing thighs threatening. It held something in its hand. Your eyes adjusted and could allowed to gasp. It was your teammate's severed arm. The demon held it up to your eyes as a gruesome trophy.

You reached up to throw it away from you with one arm and claw at the demon's face with the other. Grabbing both of your wrists and pining them above your head with just one hand was child's play for this demon. It brought the arm to its mouth and ripped a piece of flesh with those sharp teeth. You should have looked away but felt compelled by fear to stare in horror. The piece of a former teammate and friend dangled in the demon's mouth. To your horror, the demon did not swallow and eat it in front of you. Instead, the demon lowered its head towards yours, human meat between its teeth.

"NO!" You screamed.

You writhed and squirmed beneath the demon and kicked your legs. It was much stronger than you. Holding you down and force feeding you pieces of your friend didn't take any effort. Its face drew nearer to yours. You sealed your mouth shut. The flesh bit touched your lips. Sour bile rose in your throat and you gagged. You fought not to vomit then and there. The moment you opened your mouth, the demon would make you eat him. Your screams were muffled with your lips sealed tight.

Satisfied with the torture or realizing it wasn't getting anywhere with this method, the demon pulled away. It tossed back its head to swallow the hunk of meat. You watched its throat bob as it devoured yet another piece of your friend. It tossed the severed arm behind its back and it landed with a wet thud.

The demon turned to its free hand. You stared at each other as the demon sank its fangs into its own arm. It bite its wrist. Blood fell all over the center of your uniform. The sticky, sickly cold substance bled through the layers of clothing to your skin. It freed your wrists just so it could grab your jaws and squeeze them until it forced your mouth to open. You clawed at its arms but nothing could stop it from pushing the fresh wound into your mouth and forcing you to swallow its foul blood.

The whole time it forced you to drink from its wrist, the demon smiled. The demon's blood poured into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged and pulled at the arm. Only when the wound healed and the blood stopped trickling into your mouth did the demon wrench its hand away. You gathered some of your spit mixed with its blood and spat on its face. The dark pinkish blob landed on the demon's cheek. It swiped it away with a thumb stained as if with indigo. It squeezed your mouth to stay open. It spat a great wad of its own into your (forcefully) waiting mouth.

"Keep fighting me. Let me see you fight until I drive it out of your spirit. I want to hear you whimper while you fight me off. Go on. Show me more," said the demon.

A hand came around your throat. The demon didn't squeeze enough to kill you, but just to the point of hurting. You felt something hard and unyielding on your stomach. You looked down between your body and the demon's. The thing that was prodding at your stomach...Oh dear gods. No! You fought harder, kicking and flailing and clawing at the demon.

"I've never felt like this before. Then again, I've never fought anyone with half as much ferocity as you. Courage. Yes. But you? Your something else entirely. You're like a...tiger. You fight me tooth and nail. Tell me, would you bite me? Attempt to tear my throat out with those blunt human teeth? I wonder what it would feel like if you tried." The demon rambled.

"Lord Tengen, they went this way!" A voice shouted.

The night had been so clear that you heard it from a great distance. All the fighting scattered the nighttime birds and crickets. More voices came and pounding feet. Reinforcements arrived! A little too late, you might add. You glanced at the bodies around you and felt the cooling blood of your comrades settle on your skin and in your hair.

The demon's weight on top of you disappeared. You glanced up to find it gone. You stared up into the sky, stars still winking at you. More feet, more noises, more voices. You laid still as a corpse until the familiar uniforms of the Kakushi came into view.

"This one's still alive!" Someone shouted.

Your breathing came out in ragged breaths. A tall, muscular figure stood over you.

"L-Lord Tengen...I'm sorry. I...I failed. I couldn't, I couldn't avenge them. It...overpowered me." Hot tears ran down the side of your face with nowhere else to go. They stung to the point of making you squint at the Hashira now kneeling beside you.

"You're alive. Which means, you get to fight the bastard another day," said Tengen.

The Kakushi carried you off from the clearing on a stretcher. You could have walked, it wasn't your legs that were broken. However, you weren't sure your legs would have worked anyway. Your mind kept going back to the demon looming over you. its body pushing its pelvis into you. You shuddered to think what would have happened had reinforcements not found you in time. The Kakushi carried you for long miles. You let darkness consume you just as the first rays of sunrise brushed your cheek.

[xolivvies-cornerxo]

I wanna start getting into writing, so here’s a potential request list/boundary list!

What I will write

• Angst

• Fluff

• Smut

What I won’t write:

• NonCon

• Foot fetish

• Super vulgar things. Smut is okay, but there’s a limit in some areas. If I don’t feel comfortable writing something I’ll skip it in the request

Fandoms + Extra I’ll write for, and what I won’t write for fandom (Like, no smut with children, no fucking poppy playtime characters, the works)

- Supernatural- Fluff, Angst, Smut, or Series

- Criminal Minds- Fluff, Angst, Smut, or Series

- Stranger Things- Fluff, Angst, Character specific smut (Eddie, Steve, Robin, all characters that are properly aged)

- MHA- Fluff, Angst, Character specific smut (Probs just the heroes or characters post UA. Depends)

- Marvel- Fluff, Angst, Smut, Series

- Shameless- Fluff, Angst, Smut (Just not for anyone younger than Debbie after Fiona leaves)

-Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era and Marauders Era) Fluff, Angst, smut, series

And adding <3

Please include specifics if you don’t want me to assume things. If you would like a fic about a specific character but with a specific reader gender, lmk! I write LGBTQ+ as well. I can and will do almost any specifics requested, but please know it may take some time for fics to get released!!

[ryuzakemo128]

I'm Not Sure How Late, But I'll Be There

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Volkova [Female Reader]

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Masterlist

Summary: Billy finds comfort in his girlfriend's apartment, after a particular bad night with his father, a yelling match ensued between the two of them and it ended up with his father shoving him into the bookshelf. Leading him to run out of the house, heart pounding and tears streaming down his face. Desperate for solace and support, Billy seeks refuge at Volkova's apartment.

Trigger Warning[s]:

Mention of Abuse

Child Abuse

Yelling

Author's Note: Second attempt at writing something for this character. I hope you like it.

[Billy Hargrove Point of View]

I parked my car into the driveway, I was fifteen minutes late and Max wasn't there to pick her up, so I didn't bother waiting around for her to show up in the school's parking lot. I waited fifteen minutes for her, there was no sign of her. Figuring she must have found someone else to take her home or decided to use her skateboard to get back home.

I walked into the house, I sighed relieved, my father wasn't home until much later as he was a security guard for a bank. In turn caused him to work odd hours, during this week he would return home in the mid to late evenings. I made my way to my bedroom and started drinking beer. As the afternoon continued marching forward, alcohol dulled the senses and numbed the constant pain.

I was training to become a lifeguard at Hawkin's Community Pool. Which engulfed and taken over my afternoons, Volkova worked at a diner late at night to put towards her education and I didn't want to be stuck here forever. I didn't want to stay here in Hawkins forever. I wanted to move back to California, where we used to live and the place I loved more than any other.

My father walked into my bedroom, Susan stood in the doorway behind him, they were looking for Max by the looks of it.

"What the hell, Billy? Where's Max?" My father's voice boomed, his words laced with anger and disappointment. I could feel my pulse quickening, my body tensing up.

"I don't know, alright? She wasn't at school, and I didn't see her when I left," I replied, my voice strained. I had been late picking her up, and now it seemed like everything was falling apart.

"You're her brother! It's your responsibility to look out for her!" he shouted, his face turning red with fury.

"It's not my responsibility to take care of her every second of the day!" I shot back, my own anger starting to bubble to the surface. "She's perfectly capable of taking care of herself."

My father's eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward me. "You think you're so damn important, don't you? You think you can just do whatever the hell you want without consequences?"

"Say sorry to Susan for your disrespectful behaviour," he stated shoving me into the shelves behind me, pushing a little hard each time he said it and by the last push, my back was against the shelves I was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Susan." I replied, I didn't want to apologize to her and I certainly didn't want to get hit in the face again.

"Go find Max!" Neil stated, my father didn't want me to come back until I got her back home.

It felt like my heart was caught up inside of my lungs, my face felt hot and my tears stung the corners of my eyes.

"Billy, what happened? Are you okay?" Her voice was filled with worry as she gently placed her hands on my arms, her touch grounding me in the midst of my turmoil.

"I… I had a fight with my dad," I managed to choke out, my voice wavering. "It… it got physical this time."

"Did he hurt you?" She asked, frowning concerned and I could see the worry etched onto her features like a painting. "Do I need to beat him up for you?" she added trying to ease the tension.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, despite the heaviness in my heart. Volkova had a way of injecting humor into even the darkest moments. Her dark humor was like a balm for my soul.

"No need for that, he's not worth it." I replied chuckling at her remark.

"Well, I suppose we should get something to eat then? My treat." She replied going to a quiet booth away from the prying eyes of others around us.

We sat in comfortable silence, taking solace in each other's presence. Volkova knew when to offer comfort and when to give space. It was one of the things I loved most about her.

"You know, sometimes I wish I could escape from this town," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Start fresh somewhere far away."

I'm Not Sure How Late, But I'll Be There, I'll be there waiting for you no matter what time it is and no matter how dark things get. We can find our way out of this darkness together.

"Thank you for being here for me," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude. "You're my light in the darkness."

[thatgenericwriter]

Hi! I don’t know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you right one about Shawn Spencer from psych who has a girlfriend that is a master as marshal arts and can take down anyone and some how she and Shawn playfully spar and she goes full out on accident and he just lays on the floor in shock of what just happened

I am definitely doing requests!!! Also this is such a great first request for me! Thank you so much!

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Oops || Shawn Spencer

Paring: Shawn Spencer x fem! reader

Warnings: violence? Maybe? Idk it's play fighting

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“I could take you in a fight.” 

You look up from the case file in front of you and turn towards your boyfriend who was sprawled out on the couch looking at you.

"No you could not." You scoff at him as you roll your eyes before looking back to the file in front of you.

"No seriously, I could take you in a fight." Shawn says as he stands up off the couch. You sign and sit back in your chair crossing your arms and looking at him.

"Yeah I'd like to see you try."

Shawn is now leaning over the desk you're sat at and looks you directly in your eyes. "Is that a challenge?" He quips, raising his eyebrows at you with his signature smirk on his face.

Smirking back at him, you stand up from where you're seated and walk around the desk to face him. You lean in close to his face as you ask him what he would do if it was a challenge.

He leans in even closer to your face, leaving barely a gap between your noses. "I would do.....this!"

Before you knew what was happening, Shawn was practically jumping at you. Sadly for Shawn, your many years of martial arts kicked in and had you grabbing Shawn by his arm and twisting your body in a way that sent him flying over your shoulder.

Gasping as you hear the thud of his body hitting the ground, you quickly run towards him. Apologizing the entire time while you crouch down next to him and start checking him over for any damage done. Shawn stares up at you wide eyed in disbelief not moving.

"Wow!"

This gets you to stop your apologies and checking of his body to stare at him wide eyed.

"Wow? What do you mean wow!? I just threw you over my shoulder on to the floor! You could have seriously gotten hurt!"

He looks up at you with utter astonishment. "I know that was so cool! You have to teach me how to do that!" He says while getting off of the floor and helping you stand as well.

"So you're not mad at me?" You say still scared that you may have hurt him.

"No way! I could never be mad at you. Especially for something that I started." He pushes some of your hair out of your face and smiles at you lovingly.

You sigh in relief before looking up at him with a smirk.

"See I was right. You can't take me in a fight."

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Author's Note: I don't actually know like anything about martial arts soo... My bad... But I hope you enjoyed this anyway!!!

[mamayan]

Can you do more dom muzans daughter please??? 🥺🥺

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Demon! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dom! Reader • Sub! Genya • Puppy Training • Genya referred to as dog/puppy/mutt • Praise/Degradation • Anal beads/Pegging • Strap Sucking • Dumbification • Edging/Denial • Owner/Pet Dynamic • Dacryphilia • Begging

P.1 Here

Pride is an illusion.

Genya realized this once the truth came to light.

He realized you were like Nezuko. Not harming humans or devouring them like he thought. Despite being Muzan’s offspring and first creation as a demon, you’d withheld your desires and nature longer than any other. In a way, you were allies.

That realization came with another.

“A-ah~ nghh—!”

“Such a good puppy, they’re all in now.”

His ass felt so full it was unbelievable they’d all actually fit inside him, only the long furry leather tail end swinging between his legs now was out. The cool heavy glass beads looked frightening when you’d first spoke of where you’d put them, but as he wiggled his hips, Genya couldn’t help but pant like the animal you likened him to. Tongue out as drool pooled onto the floor below, head dizzy as his fingers dug into the bedding below.

“Bad boy.” A harsh and startling tug on his neck jerked his attention upward to where you stood. The fine leather collar around his neck was turning his pale skin beneath it red from how often you’d tugged on it today. The silver delicate chain attached to the collar ran a rope and led up to your hand which held the end. A leash.

“Eyes on me.” Your order is absolute. He can’t—doesn’t want to—disobey. Not when you make him feel like this, not when you’re so beautiful even as you frown down at him.

“W-woof—!” His bark still needs work, a little awkward and timid, but it was cute how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it, smile crooked and eyes a bit blurry with tears. His long lashes held the soft dew like crystals decorating them, and his flushed and sweaty skin broke up his intimidating appearance. You cooed down at him, crouching a bit to pet the soft line of hair that wasn’t shaven in the middle, pushing a few strands off his forehead which had gotten stuck during his insertion process.

“Be good for me puppy, I’m going to go get a new toy for us to play with.” Then you left, leaving Genya still on all fours, his ass full of the anal bead tail you’d fucked him with, and the tight rope around his cock turning the poor appendage a dark red as it pathetically leaked pre-cum.

He trembled and panted, and an enormous part of him needed to untie the damn rope around his cock so he could finally cum, but another half of him fought against that disobedient desire. He didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your face, nor did he think he could handle it.

You came back quickly, which he was grateful for as his urges were becoming near unbearable in his solitude. He was also very proud he hadn’t broke, because you came back completely naked. His eyes widening and soaking up your nude figure, his swollen cock jumping in another plea to cum but especially inside of you.

“Is puppy excited? I bet you wish you could put your little puppy cock inside me, but that can wait another day.” You held something in your hand, and it took his brain a moment to register the phallus shaped object. “I have a new game we can play.” Then you were using a dark red silk and tying it around your waist, his eyes tracking each movement with pure rapture as more drool slid down his jaw without his knowledge, mouth parted as you wove the silk around your thighs and back up. Once it was secure and tight, there a leather holster he realized that allowed you to slide the phallus made from some type of jade into it. It was smooth and riderless unlike an actual cock, and he was dumbfounded when you stood before him with it jutting out proudly.

“Suck it.”

“…?” His silent question received no answer, as you didn’t repeat yourself. Just gave him time to process the new command.

Genya cautiously moved, as if you’d reach out and grab him any second, but you didn’t. You remained perfectly still and poised as he crawled up to you, no sitting up so he could reach properly, whining a bit as the beads shifted in his ass and massaged his prostate. His rough hands lightly touched your soft thighs as he leaned in and tentatively licked the fake cock. His eyes looking into your own the entire time, so unsure and worried of making a mistake you took mercy and pet his hair, encouraging him.

“Good dog, my good boy. Open wide and take it in your mouth.” He obeyed, relaxing under your soft touch on his head, letting the cool object in his mouth and sucking. He looked adorable sucking on your strap, his inexperience completely made up by his eagerness to please as he even began swirling his tongue and acting like it was a true cock. His hips wiggled, eyes rolling back a bit as the beads filled him with pleasure and his achy cock begged for release. He was so engrossed he hardly noticed when you rocked your hips and slid it even deeper, hand tangled in his hair keeping him in place as his eyes watered more and he gaged.

“Look at you puppy, choking on my strap. Get me nice and wet.” He obeyed, slobbering all over it until you pulled it out of his hot mouth with a wet squelch, his drool connecting it still until you took a full step back.

You motioned with your hand for him to turn around, his body moving instinctively and twisting around back onto all fours. His chest rising and falling as excited budded inside his heart. He jerked as you grasped his tail and pulled the first bead out, but was soon gasping and moaning as you repeated it with the rest, arms trembling so much he could hardly keep his upper body raised. You soothed a hand down his spine, his body relaxing as you gently pressed his chest to the floor, leaving his ass raised and in perfect position for you. His broad muscular back slightly damp from his sweat, scars littering him. Genya nearly mewled when you kissed his back, so feather soft and sweet, right over a prominent scar across his spine he nearly died from.

“Brave puppy. Just relax for me.” You took the beads completely out of his twitching stretched ass, lining up the tip of your strap against the fluttering hole and waiting until Genya fully went pliant for you.

Then he’s crying out, a loud drawn out moan as you sink inside his ass, filling him even more than the beads or your fingers ever had.

“Oh f-fuck—!” One eye nearly shuts as he gasps and struggles to breathe as you bottom out.

A sharp slap to his ass only makes him bear down and feel even fuller, too dumb already on the fake cock to think properly.

“Mutts don’t talk—,” you grip his slim hips, drawing out slowly.

“They howl,” and then you’re slamming into him, rough and fast you’re drawing him into a frenzy as he does howl, gripping for purchase he doesn’t have as you buck your hips and drive into him.

“M-master please—!” He needs to cum, he’s going to cum, if the damn rope was just loosened a little he could—

“No. Slutty puppies don’t beg like that.”

He’s going crazy. He feels so full and his balls feel like they’re going burst if he isn’t allowed to cum soon.

Tears spill down his cheeks, eyes going crossed as you fuck him into a whiny moaning mess, tongue limp as his mouth hangs open smushed against the floor. “W-woof—,” it’s more a pathetic croak than any actual dog noise. When he moves to untie his cock himself, his arm is quickly snatched and twisted around, pinned to the middle of his back down and giving you more leverage to pound his hole.

“Woof—! C-Cum pl-pleash—!” He’s a mess, short circuiting the longer he’s denied his orgasm, but you only chuckle, even cruelty gripping his poor cock and squeezing to hear him squeal. His spine arching so deeply you wonder if it hurts.

“Dumb puppies should know the only time they speak is when commanded.” You squeeze again, his wail of pleasured pain making your hips stutter and hit even deeper inside of him due to his jerky thrashing.

“Speak puppy.”

“Ma-Master please—! Let me cum! I need FUCK—!” You lean over him, soft body pressed against his back but the angle shifts and your strap hits directly against his sensitive prostate. Genya is nothing if not vocal about it, “OH FUCK FU—Ah~! Pl-Oh, ngh—! Let me—ah, cum Master, please—!” It’s pathetic wet begging, spit and drool covering his face as you rock into him and smear his head he can no longer lift into it, his own tears like rivers down his pretty red face trying to look back at you.

He really screams when you release the little knot around the rope keeping his cock from bursting.

“Cu-cumming~ oh fuck, ngh—!” He sounds nearly wounded as you continue thrusting into him, his cock jerking and spurting hot ropes of cum over his chest and the ground, hips rolling back into you for more.

You don’t stop even as he lies spent beneath you, only slowing to a languid pace as he pants and catches his breath.

“You okay puppy?”

“Y-yes Master”

“Good boy” you coo, petting his hair while fucking him softer now.

“Let’s do that again. I want you on your back this time.”

His whimpers are drowned by the night you thrive in.

Dividers by @benkeibear

[sin-sidejob]

JR Scheimpough x fem!reader: ANGST (could be read as afab!reader but they’re pregnant + used gn pronouns)

Warnings: some sad shit, canon typical events, grief, pregnancy, vague mention of nausea/throwing, etc

Content: SAD SAD SHIT GRAB THE TISSUES AND SOME TRANQUILIZERS BABES HERE WE GO

- you found out you were pregnant the day Rand took over Cognito Inc.

- Your gyno/obgyn appointment had been booked for that morning so you could go into work for the rest of the day and not have to call out

- Now after it all, a part of you wishes you had just stayed home

- Because then you wouldn’t have to have seen that fearful last glance JR sent before getting sent away to Shadow Prison, sucked into a tube and vacating your life in milliseconds. Gone.

- Your last moments of him, with him, beyond that glance through a camera was from that morning earlier before you both left.

- Curled up in bed and reluctant to leave, murmured sleepy musings of calling in sick and skipping out on work that were abandoned as you both got dressed and ready for the day, laughter while you helped button his shirt and kisses while adjusting his tie, jokes told while eating a light breakfast before kissing each other goodbye and then leaving for work and the doctors office. It was a routine appointment. He never knew.

- And there you stood in the doorway of what was once JR’s office, leaving Reagan and her father to their own devices as you wandered your way back to your own office subconsciously, acting on muscle memory and instinct alone.

- Closing the door softly and sitting down in your chair, shaking and trying to figure out who to call. Your trembling hands dart through your emergency contacts and you drop your phone once JR’s lingers at the top of the list, the ironic emojis you stuck next to the horribly corny nickname that was on his contact now sitting bitter in your throat and acrid in your fruiting belly. You feel so sick, the pregnancy not helping, but you keep the trashcan close in case. All you want is him and your body craves him like an addict with withdrawals, yearning at a cellular level is all you are reduced to now.

- Sitting there, for a while, your mind rolls in a loop of what you should be doing, trying to get out and get home, get to JR, but the roadblocks cut everything short over and over again. All naive daydreaming, nothing available but crude and crushing reality.

- You get no work done, just staring at the wall until someone checks in on you. I’d like to think it was Gigi or Brett that notes your lack of presence and relating it to JR getting sent away. Words of comfort are offered but it’s muffled, a thick fog swarming you, swallowing you whole. You don’t want to be there. You want to be home. He’s not there.

- And you’re just so tired and all you want is him. But that isn’t possible. No matter how well anyone comforts you, the love of your life, father of your unborn child, is gone and will never come back. And he’ll never know of them, and they’ll never know of him beyond the stories you’ll share with words from you.

- Regaled like folklore of your own making, myths woven in your own tongue, told to your offspring of their father with mystique and grief and love. For he is nothing but an apparition in a grim tale of his own making.

- And it won’t sink in for a while, even as you enter what was once your shared home, silent as a ghost town and equally as cold, and curl up in the dark of the bedroom with an arm over your belly, praying it’ll all be over soon and that you’ll wake up tomorrow and he’ll be there.

- He never is.

[tetriminas]

dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)

He leaves you for a man

[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

[t-thathandsomedevil]

Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Author note <3

Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics) 

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. 

I appreciate your support 💞

Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass!

-Arii💕

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You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

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“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

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You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.” 

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?” 

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!” 

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

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You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.” 

“What?” 

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..” 

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,” 

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled. 

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..” 

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”