Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader. This will be spicy slow burning romance between you and Lt. Riley, one of your colleagues in task force 141. 18+ warning (violence, harsh language and smut, and more. read at your own risk) First time writing fanfic and I barely know how to use this app and english isn't my first language, so please bear with me, I will do my best! These stories are not following any of the actual stories in Activision's games, all credits to them for making the characters and universe.

●Warning: the story contains extremely detailed sexual acts, if you're a minor or not comfortable with it please skip!● --- "Are you serious? You want to challenge me to volley match?" "Yeah, I was kinda good at it in middle school..." "Well, if you're so sure." An eerie smile was now deforming Tendou's lips, you felt a shiver ran through your spine, almost as if you made a big mistake. He pinned you to the wall, holding one hand above your head to show his dominance. "But if you lose then... you do as I say."

"Why did you pick me up?" I asked again, Shinso pulled the car over somewhere I didn't recognize. We were in the middle of no where, nothing but fields around for as far as the eye could see. "Are you going to kill me and dump my body in a ditch?" I asked, exaggerating my tone in faux fear. "Maybe," Shinso shrugged as he took the keys out of the ignition, swinging the lanyard around his hand. "Or maybe, I took you here to tell you that, maybe, you're not completely repulsive." I shut down the grin that was already spilling to my features, "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. My imagination was wandering on where this could be going, and I didn't attempt to reign it in. Finally things appeared to be going my way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Cover created by @Sweettner]

Tendou had always been an outcast and he was sure his high school years at Shiratorizawa academy wouldn't be any different. What he hadn't expected was to meet a girl from his past who he would reconnect with. He also hadn't expected to find acceptance, healing and some life long friends in the school's volleyball club. But what happens when his high school days come to an end? When he has to say goodbye to his new friends and his volleyball paradise? And will he be able to pull himself together in time to help his best friend find love? *Slow burn *Angst (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) *Manga spoilers if you know where to look Updates as soon as I have a chapter ready Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/38lnH6toKz9UdpjB5dJx21?si=KcboMrwrT1STOEyXbIi9pQ&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1 !! This is a side story to my other, finished fanfic 'Tutor'. I suggest reading that first, to avoid any confusion in future chapters. !!

"You're being too casual about this. Come on," you pulled his arm, "there's a first aid kit in the staff room." "I mean, you're not exactly flipping shit about it either. Aren't girls supposed to be grossed out by stuff like this?" He slipped his hand from yours and wiggled his bloodied fingers in front of you. "Why?" You pulled the large red pouch down from the shelf and started digging through for bandages and antiseptic. "I don't know, blood and shit?" You stopped digging and looked up. "What do you think we do every month?" Or the one where both you and Satori experience abuse in separate ways, and bond over it. Basically cliche after cliche . It's better than the description lets on. TW: abuse, yelling, substance use, swearing, violence Art isn't mine, creds to the artist. I'll change it when I have the motivation to make one.

"Daddy's going to protect you from every fucking villain out there!" You ruffled his hair as he talked to your belly. "Stop cursing at the baby!" "It's fine! She's gonna be my princess anyway!" "Please! He's totally a boy!" "Whatever! She's going to be a Daddy's girl!"

You get caught up in a storm of chaos that involves a particular murderer. This murderer's behavior reminds you of a friend you lost a year ago. So tell me, can you sympathize with a serial killer? (If you know me from Quotev, hello, yes I am the original author)

Tim wright/masky x reader Loosely based off of marble hornets Her life was hardly her own. "Sometimes, I get so lost in my fantasies that I forget what is real..." 20 parts so far. Ongoing