Masochist storie

A story of (y/n) coming to a mansion with six brothers. These brothers aren't human though, they're vampires, and they love your blood. After meeting, fearing, and longing to escape the horrors the church has left you with, you find your desires stirred by a red-headed green-eyed boy, Ayato. After some time being trapped in hell he is your only solice. You begin to fall for him, slowly obeying him to see if this will make him return your feelings. Will he fall in love with you? Will you be more to him than another play thing? Or will you suffer trying to make the impossible happen, a human and vampire couple? *WARNING WILL CONTAIN LEMONS AND BDSM NOT FOR THE INNOCENT NOR FOR THE VANILLA* I will try to update this regularly but no guarantees, however I hope you all enjoy. Comments and criticism welcome and please do criticize this is my first ever fanfiction and I hope it's not too terrible. 😂 *I do not own any of these characters nor do I own the rights to the images used*

contains lots of swearing, blood, kinky shit, BDSM, lemon, fluff and so on, you know the rest enjoy ^^

When Dabi is kidnapped by another psychotic killer he can't help the feelings he develops. With the loss of his girlfriend who cheated on him Dabi is ready to explore his sexual needs.

It has been three years since she died, or to be more precise, killed herself after realizing I would never love her...Ever. After that accident, I haven't spoken at all and my parents pulled me from school. I attempted suicide several times, convinced I had no right to live. I should have died that day as well. The doctors said it was a miracle I had survived after being stabbed so many times...Now I am supposed to be in college, my parents decided I couldn't stay any longer like this, in solitude, being watched to make sure I wouldn't kill myself...But what happens when you meet a man so much like her...What am I supposed to do when I bump into her older brother...And everything seems to be happening all over again...

I got this idea from a onshot and decided to put my own spin on it, enjoy this story from a masochistic perspective.

+This was just a idea random that I had so don't expect frequent updates. φ（．．）+ I was normal, I was average, I was happy, I was content with life. (*⌒▽⌒*)θ～♪ So, why did I get killed by a table of all things!? Σ（￣□￣；） Huh? I got reincarnated? Hooray! (*^▽^*) I got reincarnated as a mob character in an otome game? Yay! (/^▽^)/ I possess duel elements and one of them is ultra rare? Aren't I supposed to be a mob character!? Σ('◉⌓◉') Oni sama is heavily doting on me? Oni sama is so kind~ (°◡°♡).:｡ One of the capture targets is stalking me? Why!? What about the heroine!? щ(ºДºщ) Another capture target is acting like my loyal guard dog? Seriously, what about the heroine!? ಠ_ರೃ Another one is constantly proposing marriage? Are you guys even listening to me!? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ The hidden capture target wants to my slave? Are you an M!? (ノಠ ∩ಠ)ノ彡( o°o) The heroine worships me? I give up. ＼（－－）／ +I might have went a little crazy with the emoticons..... (一。一;;）+

It's forbidden for a teacher and student to be romantically involved with each other. A rule that was never meant to be broken. But who would've thought that they both crossed 'that' line. . . . A bittersweet love between a masochist and sadist

Amanda's paradise of being a masochist.

A Poem

90'S TЅUNAMI BABY.

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Ich saß im Bett und blickte aus dem Fenster. Meine Blicke fielen auf den weißbedeckten Rasen in unserem Garten. Ich beobachtete die Vögel und horchte ihnen gehorsam zu. Meine Gedanken schweiften umher. Ein Liebesdrama spielte sich kontinuierlich in meinem Kopf ab. Gibt es Monogamie heutzutage noch? Ich überlegte. Wer in meinem Freundeskreis befand sich in einer monogamen Beziehung? Keiner. Selbst die Erwachsenen ließen sich öfters scheiden, als eine monogame Beziehung führen zu können. Wieso drehte ich mich im Karussell ununterbrochen? Ich wollte stehen bleiben. Ich wollte endlich ankommen. Es stand mir anscheinend nicht zu einen liebenswürdigen jungen Mann kennen zu lernen, der mich aus meinem Gedankenkarussell befreite. Waren meine Ansprüche zu hoch oder suchte ich mir die falschen Männer aus? Mein Handy neben meinem Bett erleuchtete. Hoffnungsvoll warf ich einen Blick darauf. Fehlanzeige. Er war es nicht. Bekümmert legte ich mich wieder ins Bett und drehte mich erneut zum Fenster. In diesem Augenblick fühlte ich nichts. Weder Trauer noch Wut. Meine Intensität an Verzweiflung ließ mich kalt. Ich stellte mir nur immer wieder dieselbe Frage. War ich ihm je wichtig gewesen? Ich entschied mich ihn nicht anzurufen. Ich wollte nicht aufdringlich wirken, obwohl ich allen Drang dazu verspürte das Telefon in die Hand zu nehmen, seine Nummer zu wählen und mit besorgter Stimme zu fragen, weshalb er mich in Unsicherheit brachte. Dass ich mich ständig abwertend dagegen anlehnen musste, machte mich zu einem erkennbaren Masochisten. Die Stunden zogen sich wie Kaugummi. Zu meinem Entsetzen stellte ich stündlich fest, dass er noch nicht online gewesen war und jedes Mal drückte meine linke Brust noch ein Stück mehr, sodass ich langsam Panik verspürte. Also richtete ich mich auf und setzte mich mit geradem Rücken auf dem Bett, zog meine Decke bis zu meinem Gesicht über und schaltete den Fernseher ein. Im Fernsehen lief meine Lieblingsserie. Sex and the City.

Diary of a Masochist

Yuuka odjakživa milovala rozmanitosť ľudskej mysle. Bavilo ju pozorovať, akí sú ľudia odlišní. Nepriznala sa Mikovi, že robí v podstate tiež menší prieskum. A on mal byť jej prvým objektom. Chcela sa dozvedieť o všetkom, čo má v hlave. Čo ho núti robiť zvrhlosti.

The windswept thought flew past me, too swift to hold onto and do something about it.

Evan Clay is your classic every day nerdy, shy teen in highschool. Except for one big secret. James Connelly is a crime investigator on a mission, what will he find in the little run of the mill school Merivale High. warning this is yaoi