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Sin: n. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong. If sinning wasn't enjoyable it would disappeared centuries ago, everyone knew, everyone did, yet...they deny it But when you are the artificer of your own sins, how can you possibly deny you don't love them? when you found yourself trapped in a vicious circle of pleasure, your mind goes blank and your body seems to have it's own will Something like that happened to our beloved Earl Grey, Charles Grey. Butler of the Queen, a noble and a magnificent swordsman. He was the spitting image of perfection, even  covered in white pristine like an angel But they're right wh

[sarcastic voice] you tried. -orihara izaya - orihara izaya x f!reader word count: 1142 - “So, we keep the girl here as a hostage against that Izaya guy, right?” A nervous rookie asks his gang leader. He's clearly new to the entire gang warfare and street life thing, being the member with the cleanest clothing and unblemished skin. While chained with your hands behind your back on the floor, you smirk coyly. Despite the blood caked across your lip, you retain your sly expression. A loose strand of hair falls across your face, but you can do little except blow it out of your view. “At least as a bargaining chip. If we don't

this is an au and inspired by this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICI3eKRzr6M The bullies were here again. You were walking across the tennis field, ready to go home, when the regular group of people pushed you down. The tallest of them picked up your bag from the ground, then held it tantalisingly above you, to which you jumped up to grab desperately. "Shorty," the spiky haired one sneered. "Want your trash bag back?" You glared at all of them, hissing though your teeth. You were almost relieved when a hand grabbed the one of the boy holding your bag. Turned, you started to thank your saviour. The words stuck in your throat. You w

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Male!Reader Genre: Undefined Third P.O.V [Male Name] waltzed through the doors of the stadium, a faint smirk tugging on his lips at Sugawara's surprised expression. "Heyo, long time no see huh? I was taking care of a sick relative out of town." Ukai sighs exasperatedly, but he couldn't hide the relieved grin on his lips. "[Last Name]-senpai! You're late!" Hinata exclaims, pointing to the scoreboard that showed them two sets into the match. "Aha, I had to take care of some things, and warm up of course." Patting the ginger's head affectionately, [Male Name] turns to look at the coach. "Can I sub in? It's best to save Sho-

ushijima wakatoshi x m! reader ushi moo moo © toorusexual "You are most definitely not wearing that out for trick or treating." Ushijima blinked and looked down at his costume. "Why not? Is there something wrong with it? Is there a hole somewhere-" "Wakatoshi, you're dressed as a cow." You motioned to your boyfriend's outfit, an almost pained look on your face. "There is no way you're wearing that in public." "It's my costume." "It's awful." You said, turning around to continue shifting through the different Halloween costumes on the clothing rack. "Go take it off while I find you a different one to try on." Ushijima nodded wordle

That evening they were all settled around a campfire and she sat there quietly. Apparently Izaya was on the way somewhere to get cured. Too many guards kept passing by and once the moment came that you could ambush them both, you could snatch either one of them and take them back to your ceremony. The priests are probably expecting you to just grab someone and run, no, you couldn't do that. The thought made you sweat, your heart quickened and you knew it just wasn't in your nature despite how ruthless you were taught to be. The fire glowed as you looked into it, Celty seemed to be resting, not moving from her spot while Izaya had his eyes c

Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader (Durarara!!) Warnings: A little crack? "[Name]-chaaan!" You twitched. You turned to glare at the source of the sudden voice, hand clenching in frustration around your pencil at the interruption. "What do you want, Izaya?" you asked tiredly, placing your pencil down on your half finished homework. You stretched, letting out a small sigh of relief as your joints and bones popped out of their stiffness. You were at Izaya's place, cramming in the last of your homework on his (very) comfortable leather couch. The sneaky jerk had manipulated convinced you to move in with him, claiming that he needed his beloved '[Name]

Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader (Durarara!! | School!AU) Warning: I'd probably rate this teen...? "S-Shizuo!" A breathless girl stumbled up to the tall, blond-haired male, hair frazzled like she'd run a mile. She paused for a moment, panting and propping herself up on a nearby wall to provide support to her shaking legs. But within a second, she straightened again, [color] eyes shining with panic. Desperately, she clutched the front of the boy's uniform—which for some reason had a bartender's vest over the standard white-collared shirt. "You have like, a sixth sense for Izaya, right?!" Immediately, the boy stiffened and a maddened glint s

|Yandere!Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader| (Durarara!! | Reincarnation AU) Warnings: Long-fic, Dark, Profanity. Please view in "centered" text [the (c) in the top right hand corner]. The first time he meets you is in feudal Japan. He was a fresh soul. A brand new one; one that had never before been incarnated. He had no past lives to influence his placement in the current era, yet a series of unfortunate events in his youth left him alone and homeless in the streets. Izaya was the only name he had, for he had no family name to call his own. Izaya was a smart child. He may not have been the smartest in terms of book knowledge, as he'd never ha

"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you. "Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice. "Where is it?" "What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state. "My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?" From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took ev