>There's many different scenarios here. >No bullshitting around scenes >True lemon/smut >Some things are EXPLICIT af ⚠️Warnings⚠️ •Bondage - (Explicit B) •Restricted - (Explicit R) • CNC - (Explicit CNC aka if you have to Google what CNC is you're too young to read Explicit CNC) [More may be added] 🥰The Cover Image belongs to the RIGHTFUL ARTIST🥰

You graduated in U.A academy alongside the Pro heroes by now, you have the quirk of manifesting Fire and can control it by your mood. Your fellow pro-hero Shouta Aizawa, is attacked in USJ altogether with his Homeroom class. You joined in U.A. to protect the students, league of villains to monitor them and protect your love of your life Shouta.

| Viktor Nikiforov x Female!Reader | "Me? In love with Viktor; the Viktor Nikiforov? How troublesome."

"Miss (L/n), you and Anderson have been assigned with an android from Cyberlife for these cases." "Really? Well...alright. When will he or she arrive?" "I don't know, but I just hope that a stupid piece of plastic doesn't mess things up around here." "It won't Sir! Besides, they'll have me and Hank looking after it! What could go wrong?" (A/N: DISCLAIMER! I don't own anything from Detroit: Become Human! Also, this story is done for female readers. I'm not good with girl x girl and guy x guy. Believe me, I'd butcher it....)

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

Hi~ Got bored so I decided why not, I'll do this!~ Enjoy~ ❤️

Hello, thanks for checking my story. This story is a BNHA fanfic. If you dont know BNHA i suggest you look at it! I had changed a little bit of the actual story,but i hope you enjoy!

You weren't really into dolls...but what happens when you find an intriguing, tattered little ginger doll in an alleyway? You take it in and give it a home, in high hopes of selling the toy for a lot of money. But you soon find out that it's MUCH more than just a toy. And this certain toy isn't going to be played with anytime soon...instead, it's his time to play with you.

Book 2 Seven years post Weirdmageddon, (Y/N) returns to Gravity Falls with her best friend, Monty. They go back to her old cabin, expecting to catch up and meet with friends and make new memories. A few days later, things take a turn. A face (Y/N) really didn't want to see pops up. He shows up at her doorstep asking for assistance and maybe even forgiveness. He had enough time to craft a story to pull at her heartstrings, too. Only, (Y/N)'s not so sure she can trust Bill Cipher. Especially not after everything he's done to her. --- THIS IS A SEQUEL The first one's called Fool's Gold