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-MarkiplierxReader lemon/smut !!! -You were a young lady who was abused and tormented by your father growing up. You look for a new life but your insecurities and scars stick with you, making it hard to overcome your past. With the help of a young man, you try to find comfort in yourself. -Rated M! Trigger warning for abuse, r*pe, and sexual content! ⚠️ -This story was originally created on one of my old Fanfiction accounts but unfortunately, I forgot the password to the account and don't have access to it anymore.

Jemily x Reader Story Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau have been dating for a year. After working together for years, one night after a difficult case finally brought the two women together. Now they live in an apartment together and try to make friends with the nice couple next door. The shy Y/N in particular caught the attention of the two FBI agents. They would like to know more about the Woman next door. Why is she always so quiet and almost seems scared? Why is it so rare to see her without her girlfriend? Why is she so secretive when it comes to her private life? Can they lure the shy woman out of her shell? And what will come of it, friendship or something more? And why does Emily have such a strange gut feeling about the girlfriend? I'm writing this story from the first person perspective. I use the pronouns she/her for Y/N, if you would like something different, let me know. English is not my first language, so please be gracious. This story covers typical case-based topics such as murder (not clearly described), domestic abuse, violence. Also mental health problems such as depression, anxiety, eating disorders, self-harm and suicide attempt/thoughts. Please don't read this story if it triggers you. If you want to know exactly what TW each chapter has, feel free to message me. There will be Smut, smut- chapters will be marked with a (*) in the title. I don't own any of the characters! Have fun and let me know what you think🫶

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❝"Milo please tell me this is you?" "...Yea, it's me." I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn't hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn't hurt. "I've missed you." He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap. "M-Me too, but you're going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter." I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away. "Sorry. I just didn't think I'd see you after so long." He looked at my outfit. "You changed your style." "You too." I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt. I clear my throat, "Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!" I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn't want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, why would you think that." I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on. "Because you're literally running away." I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes his and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little. "Caleb... Milo?"❞ _________ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 (07/28/24) 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 (11/15/24)

Scott and Mitch are besties for life, nothing can separate them. What happens when they end up back in the closet? This story is really really sappy and fluffy so if you don't like that, then don't continue reading. There is one or two smut chapters, but it's labeled so if you don't wanna read it, you won't have to. This is my first individual scömíche story that I'm publishing. I really like this story and I'm really really really excited to have you guys read it. I'm sorry that it took longer than I thought, but you'll see why when you read it. Thanks for waiting so patiently! I had to break up the days because they would be 8000 words each and I don't think you'll have time to read that all at once. I would post the whole thing at once, but I'm gonna break it up just as a little tease. I'll be posting a new part every Tuesday. Sorry that this story took almost a year to write? I've been very busy with school, after school stuff, and a certain project that I'm working on. In other words, I'm trying my hardest to finish this to get it out to you guys, so thank you so much for waiting so patiently. Love you! ❤ Scomiche AU And PLEASE note that these characters you're reading about aren't the real Scott Hoying and Mitch Grassi. They're characters named after them, based off of them, but they aren't really them. They're just characters in a story, not real life people. In most of the scenarios that I wrote about, there's always something different between the real them and the fictional them I wrote about. If you've ever written a short story or something similar, you always based your characters on someone you know, right? But it's not them? Well, that's what this is. Yes, it's still fanfiction, but it's just that. Fiction. It's a fictional story with fictional ideas, fictional characters and fictional scenes. There's nothing real about it, except that they're words on an electronic screen. I just wanted to clear that up.

**WARNING** ~contains explicit content that may not be acceptable to all viewers. discretion advised~ "No no no no..." My words trailed "NO!!" I screamed, pulling harshly at all my restraints, attempting to get free, hearing the harsh clank of metal on metal with every movement. Colder than the table beneath me, chills ran through my body. This couldn't be happening, please. A sadistic laugh rang through the room and my head fell in defeat as my eyes squinted closed, not wanting to see his face. "Yes, actually." I felt his disgusting, filthy hands trail down my arms. I could feel him leaning forwards, moving himself closer to me. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, so I just lay there, waiting for what I knew was to come. "You're mine now, mut." His voice made my body tense more than it already had. The way he sounded so angry. So possessive. I dared myself to speak, "W-what ar-are you gonna d-do to me?" My voice shook and wavered so much in my fear that it was numb to my ears. Alpha Dave let out a low, calloused chuckle that sent chills throughout my body. He said, in a deadly low voice, "I'm going to remind you who you belong to." * DISCLAIMER- In this story world, each person gets five potential mates! * Blake Daniels' story has been one tragedy after another, Complications littering his route, tripping him on his journey through life. At this point, he's entirely disgusted by his Complacency. For as long as he can remember, he has been at the whim of everyone's desires, neglecting his own. This left him wondering: what it is he wants? Could it be the sweet relief of death? Escape? Or simple Convalescence? *** ~Ms.Witch *** BOOK ONE IN THE ~Escape~ SERIES! Book 1: ~Complications~ Original Created- 2015, Completed- 2016 Rewrite Created (October) & Completed (December)- 2023 Book 2: ~Complacency~ Created (January) & Completed (March)- 2024 Book 3: ~Convalescence~ Created (April) & Completed (May)- 2024 Thanks for reading!

Glamrock Freddy x janitor! Reader smut / lemon - "(Y/n), your father is terrible? What does he do to you?" Freddy asked, stopping in his tracks but steps closer to you. You stared into Freddy's eyes as he waited patiently for you to answer, "Well... He uh-... he hits me, and calls me names. Not good ones. He makes me feel worthless with the way he treats me." Freddy grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug, his big, strong arms wrapped around you and he hunched over so he could rest his head on your shoulder. - As a young woman, (Y/N) has experienced abuse all her life. Whether it be mental, emotional or physical, it seemed as if (Y/N) had seen it all. Her parents, as well as her boyfriend, have been cruel and relentless towards her which has led her to believe that there is no hope for her in this world. Until she stumbles upon an enormous pizzaplex filled with nostalgia, as well as a certain animatronic who wants to help. - ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN THEMES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CERTAIN VIEWERS, SUCH AS: Abuse, violence, strong language, sexual situations (lemon/smut), intentions of r*pe THIS STORY WAS INTENDED FOR 18+ VIEWERS ONLY ((THIS STORY DOES INCLUDE A DADDY KINK)) - 💕Book cover art by: Me!💕 - FNAF characters and FNAF franchise belong to Scott Cawthon, you belong to yourself

You are a trained killer, working alongside the international forces to protect those around you, life takes a strange turn when you get assigned a job about children mysteriously disappearing. Will you manage to protect the children and stop the murderer? Or will you meet someone... special? This story might contain gore and smut, you have been warned :) (Hey guys can you believe that I was once number 1 in #williamaftonxreader ?? That's absolutely mad and it's thanks to all of you <333 I greatly appreciate it) (Photo image is mine)

bxb "do you want me to stop?" Leo says, making my entire body shake. I try and make some words come out of my mouth but nothing's happening. My breathing just gets faster. "Use your words Jonathan." he adds while simultaneously closing the door behind us. Even though some people are firm believers that the opposites don't attract, the two of them seem to be the sole proof of that being complete bullshit. Leo Duncan is -on the first look- one of those typically self obsessed, rich high school jock, bullies you if you're neither of the above type of guy. Or that's at least how jonathan would describe him. But he will soon realise that the frase 'don't judge a book by its cover' exists for a reason. Jonathan Casey aka complete and total book worm despises leo and the rest of his bad boy wanna be group of friends who seem to have some sort of a hold on this fresh hell of a high school. Unfortunately leos best friend is jonathans older brother therefore they are bound to cross paths. Does the constant presence and heat radiating between the two finally show that there might be something more than just hate they share? And does Jonathan realize that there might be more to Leo than what he led on? -- TW: mention of abuse, self harm, depression. mention of smut: tw in chapters where it appears.

~NOT INTENDED TO AROUSE~ This book will contain smut so read at your own risk... Sneek peek from chapter 2: He turns his head away and smiles before quickly wrapping a hand around your throat. "You have one last warning. I am taking pity, but after this, you only have one chance. Don't fuck up..." he takes his hand from your throat "Get out of the bed now and come over to the mirror." He points across the room and in the blink of an eye, he stands there still and waiting. ... You stand in from of him, gripping your left arm with your right and stare into the ground. He takes your shoulder and spins you around, grabbing your hips quickly and pulling you towards him, almost an inch away from his muscular body. He trails a hand up your left arm and behind your shoulder. "Look in the mirror and see your marking, you belong to me now." I'm always open for suggestions and new ideas, the credit will be given to all of those who have their ideas written into my story! We hit 50k reads on May 18, 2020!! Ranked #5 in Markiplierfanfiction (April 6, 2021) Ranked #10 in Markiplierfanfiction (March 25, 2019) Ranked #3 in alterego (November 24, 2019) ----RANKED #1 IN darkiplierxreader (December 14, 2019)(July 11, 2020 thru July 27, 2020) ---Ranked #1 in evilyoutubers (February 1, 2020) (March 2, 2020- April 7, 2020) Ranked #70 in Markiplier (February 17, 2020)