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Your cheeks were burning brightly into a dark shade of red, so much so that you could practically feel the heat emanating from your face and into the air. Your arms were almost trembling as you kept a firm hold on the book in your hands, your eyes so glued to the pages that you couldn’t seem to falter your gaze anywhere else. The book you were holding was Hentai. And you were in it. Your throat was stuck, almost clogged together by machines that denied to work, as you continued to stare at the erotic picture in front of you. You honestly couldn’t even think straight; this situation was definitely not something you were prepared

You closed the bathroom door behind you with a sigh. Your whole body ached from the high amounts of stress you had endured during the long week, and you couldn’t be happier it was Friday. You turned on the bath taps, watching the hot water spurt out. You could already imagine lying in the bath, the swirling water soothing your sore limbs. You smiled at the thought and began to discard your clothing, tossing them to the floor as the bath began to fill with clear water. As you slid off your last sock and threw it to the floor, you couldn’t help but notice a large bottle of bubble bath sitting on the shelf. It had an Italian flag o

     Was she an idiot?     He watched her through the window, angrily stirring his cup of coffee. It was absolutely pouring out there, will the rain coming down in relentless streaks that the outside world was almost a blur. It didn’t help that the café carried such strong scents of coffees and teas while the shaky outline of a girl shivered. Running an irritated hand through his hair, he criticized himself for even worrying about her. He didn’t know her…and it was the idiota’s own stupid fault for not having an umbrella.     Why didn’t she just leave? Why was she still stan

You sat alone in the so called "living room" of Roderich's mansion. It was really a huge place in the centre of the first floor with large arches and pillars supporting the at least 20 foot high ceilings, but your boyfriend liked to call it the living room because it was where the (also large) television was kept. Your legs were thrown over the back of the loveseat you were sprawled on, and your head hung slightly over the edge of it as you waited for Roderich to return from the kitchen with the tea he had gone to fetch a few moments ago. "(y/n)! You shouldn't sit like that, it's not ladylike!" Your Austrian boyfriend huffed as he appeared i

WARNING: slight swearing! He was looking at you again. How many times had he done this today already? You could feel his red-eyed gaze fixated on you; it made you feel quite uncomfortable and your back tingle. Was it the nineteenth time? The umpteenth time? You had stopped counting when you had sat down in the classroom of your first lesson. You reached for your pocket mirror in your schoolbag and pretended to check your hairdo, whereas you were peering at the silver-haired boy sitting a few rows behind you in the classroom, between a blondie and a brown-haired boy. The last two were talking to each other in a hushed tone over the boy's

If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you. And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy. “You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?” “But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…” His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his l

Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! This is my first Spain reader insert, so tell me how you like it! This is a commission for Savie02, with the theme as fluffy Spain x Reader. Remember that I am still doing commishes, so don't be afraid to comment in my commish journal if you would like one! Enjoy, comment, fave and follow for more? You didn’t question it when Antonio Carriedo phoned you in the middle of the night to invite you for a small night drive.    Knowing him, it was probably something about his tomato farm, or taking care of his nephew, Romano. You didn’t mind, however insignificant each request was, you enjoyed helpin

“ If I said I care for you Could you feel the same way too? I wanna know What's the name of the game” – The Name of the Game, ABBA The world looked blurred. It oscillated, like the dying flame of a small candle, tormented mercilessly by the breeze. A ship tossed back and forth under the cruel influence of a tempestuous sea. Spiraling behind his tired retinas and churning the content of his stomach, it left with no action for him but to hold onto the wall, where was he anyway?, letting his body slide down. He could feel the cracks of the old paint against his skin, the aridness of the material scratching against his back a

     You were different.     It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.     The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults so

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name And it all just sound like uh, uh, uh... Alfred's hand traced the bed that he once slept in with you. He could no longer feel your warmth next to him, he could no longer sense your beautiful aroma beside him, and he could no longer reach out his hand to touch your soft skin. Alfred would occasionally try to forget, but his brother, Matthew would mention your name and tear him down to pieces. Your name once didn't affec

Worth -- [ modern au ] "Do you love me?" This statement was played off in a mellow, almost joking way. "Yes!" the Icelandic male replied sharply in an exasperated manner, then hastily backtracked, as if regretting his tone. "I mean- how many times would you like me to tell you, anyway?" "Does it matter?" you smiled at his embarrassment, chewing thoughtfully on the salt taffy. There was an unidentifiable glimmer in your eyes, though it quickly faded. You and Emil paid the price already, for this life. Emil paused and glanced away, unable to respond momentarily, before muttering, "I guess not." "Alright then." Your hair smelled vaguely of

     It was early winter and the usually lively town was now abandoned, the sky was a groggy grey and you could feel the wind nipping at every exposed part of your body. You and Emil were walking slowly down the abandoned street not saying a word. The only sounds that occupied your ears were the two pairs of feet slapping against the cobblestone sidewalk. Occasionally one of you would break the silence and engage into a short conversation only to shortly return to silence and continuing down the street. You and Emil were out shopping together and were now on your way back to the Nordics house. You have been good friends with the all the Nord

A shuddered breath escaped your lungs as his tongue slithered across the length of your nape. His hands trailed down your back, feeling every groove of your body as his fingernails prodded your thin skin like tamed branches. Whenever you readjusted your position, he would hold you back, tightening his grip as though releasing his embrace would set you free. But you weren’t going anywhere. He had you under his spell. Dazed and drunk with his hair, you could only lay yourself down on the stream of silken sheets and allow him to take control of you in your entirety. His touch, cold as ice against his stilled heart, set your instinct alig

There was a really hot guy in your dorm room, which was extremely weird because you couldn’t recall having invited him to come chill in your dorm. He was an unexpected surprise but well appreciated, as he was quite lovely to stare at. It also occurred to you—as you awkwardly shut the door—that your roommate could have invited him in, but she wasn’t in the room either, which left you in a seriously awkward position. He was smoking a cigarette, his eyes drawn to the picture frame he was holding in his hands. You recognized it as yours—the picture your mother had taken last spring of you and your precious bunnyR

~Vash's POV~ *      *       * Don't try to make me stay Or ask if I'm okay I don't have the answer Don't make me stay the night Or ask if I'm alright I don't have the answer *      *       * "Vash?" I didn't have anything to say to you. I wish you wouldn't ask me any questions. It wasn't like I had any answers. I was just as clueless about myself as you were, if not more. "Vash...you can't stay with me tonight?" you asked innocently, [EyeColor] eyes sparkling. I held my tongue, in fear of what I would say if my mouth opened. "Please Vash...is something wrong?" No. Nothing's wrong at all. That's what I wanted to say but I couldn

| Dear Stalker | Patient! Male! Belarus x Psychiatrist! Reader “Do you… ever get the feeling that you’re being watched? Because if it bothers you, I’ll stop…”    The shifting of papers and files were all you could hear as you began unpacking into your new office. It was your first time on the job as a licensed psychiatrist, and in all honesty, you were a bit nervous.    It was mostly a case of the jitters, however. You’d recently graduated college with a degree in psychiatry, finished the internship, and were now working at a mental health institution called Sutter Medical Center. Today was your

“On behalf of every man Looking out for every girl You are the god and the weight of her world So fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do” – Daughters, John Mayer [f/n] watched her fathers as they slept. Père Francis was seated on the couch, his head hanging towards the ground, while he his arms snuggled one of the cushions closer to his chest. He had a little bit of drool coming from the corner of his mouth, and every once in a while he’d laugh in a strange way, tossing and turning on the small sofa. The girl didn’t know how he hadn’t fallen on the ground yet, though he

[spoiler warnings for acwnr] --- Mister Sunflower: Part 2 --- The day of the expedition drew nearer. The scoundrel named Levi strode through the grounds at a brisk pace, simmering with restlessness. He never liked the idea of fate. Born a survivalist, he was used to having everything under the thumb of control. So long as he relied on his instincts, and that of his companions, he feared nothing. But that was in the Underground. Here on the Surface World, he was out of his element. This game of intrigue with Erwin Smith left him on edge with every passing day. The Squad Leader was a formidable player - Levi couldn't get a reading on him at

Kakashi x Reader The Hidden Leaf Village had always been a place she loved visiting. Her family were merchants who travelled through the Land of Fire, buying and trading goods from all over the country. And out of all the places [Name] had been to, out of all the exotic sights she has seen, the Hidden Leaf Village was the place where she felt like she belonged. The place where she felt like she was… home. The large ninja village was always so lively and welcoming, the main streets bustling with people, the aroma of food wafting through the streets. The people of Konoha were extremely friendly, offering warm greetings and interesting

Sebastian x Shy Reader :bulletred: Her Gentleman, Chess Piece- Conclusion :bulletred: Lady Camilla Riverside had long since run out of tears to shed, but as she glanced back at the Phantomhive Manor one last time she felt her heart quiver within her chest. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she and (F/n) had arrived at the stately mansion side by side, and now she was leaving all alone. It had only been a week, and yet everything had changed. Camilla despaired at the prospects of her future, but at the same couldn’t help but feel relieved. After a lifetime of secrets and lies there was nothing left to hide. Every scrap and planned dec

demons. | kaneki ken х reader ⎾ When the days are cold, and the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold ⏌ "[Name] ... I want to break up." This was the hardest decision Kaneki had to make. He spent hours upon hours contemplating, staying up late at night thinking, wracking his brain for the best solution. And this was his final choice. So on a cold Friday afternoon, Kaneki called to meet you in front of the university. Frankly, he didn’t want this. Why would he? He could see the flurry of emotions fleeting in your eyes, surprise, shock, upset, confusion and hurt. All of which pained him to see.