#closed starters › bella

[nate-windsor]

outside the daily drip with @daphnebishop

Nate's hands were wrapped around the still-warm paper cup, the smell of black coffee wafting up towards his nose. He closed his eyes as he inhaled and shouldered through the door of the Daily Drip and out onto the sidewalk.

Today was a good day. They weren't always like this, especially lately, but the sun was shining through a clear blue sky, enveloping him in its warmth. He could hear the chatter of birds, the hum of small town life. These were the sorts of small things he’d been trying to find solace in. The things that always come back. A safe constant to cling to.

He looked up from his cup and the world, a moment ago filled with the sounds of life, turned to static. He froze in place, the thick absence of sound in his mind marred only by the desperate thrumming of his heart.

Thumpthumpthump.

He would know Daphne's face anywhere, and he knew by the sick feeling churning in his gut that this wasn't like those times in the past few months he thought he caught a glimpse of her in his periphery or in the smile of someone else. No, unless this was some sort of illusory magic meant specifically to torture him-- which, he was learning, might actually have been a possibility in this town-- then he was standing face to face with his wife.

Ex wife.

Panic surged through him like an electrical storm and he took a breath to steady himself. Focus on three things you can see, two things you can hear, one thing you can feel. But there was only her. And now she was looking at him too.

He did the only thing he could do, shoved as much of his betrayal and heartbreak and confusion and love-- so much love-- away in its assigned compartment in his mind and slipped into a mask she'd often seen him wear, but had never been directed at her. What was she doing here? Had this been where she'd come once she left him? Did she think about him at all? Did she regret it? Either the leaving or the loving him in the first place. He tried to find the answers on her face, but she felt unreadable to him now.

The thumpthumpthump continued to pound like a wardrum between his ears, so he hardly heard the soud of his own voice as he uttered the only word he seemed to know in any language.

"Hi."

#i wrote this on my phone with one eye closed through a headache so if it’s bad no it’s not #this is the starter of a survivor bella #daphne

[ofhowlingxs]

"Bella, there's some like seriously fucked up people here. This is no time to be playing grab ass with the waiters. They're probably waiting in the bathroom with silver bullets and crossbows." @bellaxgarcia

#c: bella #closed. #event starter.

[ofviolentdelights]

muses: bella + edward — @telepathicmasochist location: forks' hospital

of course, it was an accident. it's always an accident with bella, no matter how hard she tried she had been accident prone her entire life. it was so awful to her actually. but there is nothing she really could do about it. nevertheless, here she was in a hospital room waiting for her doctor to show up. she had only tripped down a few steps outside her house. anyone else would have been able to walk away. the scratches and wrist pain really hurt though.

she had been waiting in the hospital room for the doctor to show up. the nurse had already done the quick vital check, but that was a good twenty minutes ago. "how long must i wait?" she wondered out loud. that was the thing about constantly seeing the doctor, always waiting around until they are good and ready. you would think that she finally would finally, bella decided she wasn't going to worry charlie about a single thing until she left.

#closed starters › bella #edward › bella

[cullentorn]

the evening had rolled in , the dim lights of local homes illuminating the empty street corners. taking a moment for himself, a rarity in his home, edward had chosen to take a walk, observing what beacon hills had to offer. he always thought the town presented new enticements at night, something you would not capture in the day. he also knew that you got a good idea of the locals at night, especially those of supernatural authority. he was no fool to believe creatures lurked in the night, however, edward was seemingly prepared to manage what lurked, not fearing what could approach him. he inhaled the country air , eyes moving to meet with an unfamiliar presence at the other end of the street. her scent was overwheming, eyes piercing, veins flooding to beneath them, consumed by her aroma. he took a moment, choosing to hold his breath for a moment to deter his vampirism from consuming him.

who was she? and how did she have an overwhelming presence upon him. despite his intentions to remain at the other side of the street, edward remained on the same track, but moved to the road, to give her space and to prevent her from fearing his presence. he knew what men were like in this day and he knew many had poor intentions -- but not him. he had been brought up as a gentleman, and a gentleman he would be. he continued on his patrol, growing closer, her scent growing more enchanting, tempting him more so with each step. he inhaled, a soft sigh leaving his lips. he moved to step past her, noting her trip on the kerb they stood upon. arms move to capture her, saving her fall. "Easy there , are you alright?" @loveswcrn

#closed starter #c: bella swan

[lunadefresa]

location: tbd closed for: @cantfightmoonlight​

“Yes, I - ugh, no me ‘stes hostigando, Poncho, I promise I will text you pictures of the house when I’m settled in. Y dile a mi ‘ma que - no, don’t tell me she didn’t, I know she told you to call me,” she rolled her eyes, talking animatedly on the phone as she paced - a wholly inappropriate place to take the call, but despite her best etiquette her brother couldn’t be ignored. She froze in her tracks, though, when a familiar face and tumble of hair went past. “I - I’ll call you back-” It wouldn’t be the first time she thought she saw Bella. Actually, it was right around the time of year that she saw her most. Through a shop window on Sunset, in a booth at her favorite club, or worse, among the murmurs and countdowns of a new year’s eve party. So, she hung up with a snap of her phone when she saw her - blinked furiously and got closer. It was usually when she could see well enough to determine that no, it wasn’t her old friend and partner in less-criminal-crime. This time however - there was no blinking it away. “Oh my god -” she shook her head - fanned herself like somehow the pitiful amount of air would bring her to her senses. “Are doppelgängers real, too? Shapeshifters? This is so fucked up-”

 Maybe some kind of super-person was mirroring what she wanted to see - is that how it worked? She would have to ask Dilan to drop another book at her. “You look just like her...” her lips turned into a frown, brow furrowed as she reached out at her - like she might just disappear. 

#starter: closed #convo #c: paloma #c: paloma & bella

[thechaosmuses]

@heldheart liked for an oc one liner from Belladonna Bennett

"If you won't do it for the town... Would you do it for me? Please? If our love ever meant anything to you... Help us."

#[the vampire diaries muses; closed starter] #[heldheart // aleksandr petrova] #[tvd muse; belladonna bennett] #[name pending; bella & alek] #[ship; name pending] #[verse; name pending]

[conspectio]

@palearizonuh

She held each jumper up in front of her "Which one, blue or green?" she asked before holding them next to the cat. "maybe neither maybe a neutral color like beige or brown...hmmm"

"BELLA !! focus please ..." a huff as she chucks down both jumpers and looks at the other options she has. "maybe rainbow for a base of all the colors."

#CLOSED STARTER :: #bella pls this is very important :l

[nomadjones]

for: @not-that-kinda-bj

where: golden hour lounge

"Come on, just one bar'll do."

His attempts to reason with his phone produced no results, the device as good as a brick still with no connection to service or the internet. Perfect. Just what he needed after the lights had gone down inside the Lounge. He had warned that it seemed like no one would be able to leave and had volunteered to go outside to confirm that, and now he was certain that would be the case.

The weather was worse than it had been when he stepped inside the place a half hour prior, and there wasn't a soul to be found walking the sidewalks -- except for one that he could just about make out in the distance.

He pocketed his phone and shielded his eyes from the rainfall with his flattened palm, squinting to make sure he wasn't seeing something imaginary. No, it was definitely a person, and worse than that he's certain he knows exactly who it is.

"Bobbi! Yo, Bobbi!" In a less stressful situation, he might have joked oh no, she got AirPods in, she can't hear me but the chill he already felt settling in from being drenched in the downpour didn't have him in a joking mood. When his shouts didn't receive so much as a head turn of acknowledgement, he moved his hands to his face, his index finger and thumbs touching as he cupped around his mouth like it might somehow make his voice carry over the howl of the wind.

"BOBERT! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU OUTSIDE?"

He was bridging the distance between them then as he approached her, already having decided that if she hadn't heard that then he was just going to grab her like Pennywise without the balloons and haul her into the Lounge as if it was his own safezoned sewer.

#closed starter. #ft. barbara jenkins. #bobbi 001. #notthatkindabj #this one had to be a 2 gif'er #event: the storm. #aurorabay.lounge #aurorabay.event #i also did warn u that bobert why the fuck are you outside would be their bella where the hell have you been loca #KJSHGFSGHGSFGHSJK

[austinbhw]

“Look who we have here...” Austin said while approaching the familiar brunette as soon as he spotted her there. “Bella-Bells, the one and only,” He teased with the nickname he gave her, smirking at the woman . “How have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while. Which I must add that it’s a shame.” @hxllsbclls​

#closed starter #c. bella hadid

[rosefromdeath]

@pcetstcrtured​​​​​​​ ♥ ( bella ) liked for a starter

"You'll get used to the whole vampire thing, I promise." Gabriella assured with utmost confidence, a kind laugh falling past her warmly smiling lips, "Trust me." She figured it was a startling discovery for Bella to have made. After all, if she'd run away screaming Gabriella wouldn't have blamed her ... but she was thankful that she didn't. Gabriella wanted to ease Bella that there was nothing to fear from her adoptive family. "When you've been raised by a family of vampires as long as I have it gets to a point where you just ... forget they're not human."

#pcetstcrtured​​​​​​​ #closed starter #i went with bella too cause i couldnt decide hahaha

[santiagosilva]

( @jcsters )

"Really? The hardest thing ever?" Santi jokingly asks, his eyebrows raising as he grabbed the shot. "I'm sure it'll taste really good, though," he added to reassure her. With his career's end getting closer and closer with each passing day, it was getting really hard for him to deny to himself that all he wanted right now was to get himself black out drunk and silently grieve the life he used to have. "I'll be here all night so you can practice as much as you want. Maybe fourth time's the charm?"

#this is in reply to your closed starter for bella !! #( interactions ) #( interactions | with myria ) #jcsters

[womanmanipulator]

prove your love

spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

synopsis: lila gives your boyfriend heart eyes. when he’s assigned to stay over at her place you’re pissed. when spencer comes home, he makes sure to show his love for you. SMUT!!! minors dni

warnings: dom/sub, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), piv, various positions, overstimulation, pet names such as trouble, sweetheart, love, etc. very cheesy.

~

you slip your heels off in the hall with an aggravated huff. ‘look on the bright side, the case is over.’ your brain tries to tell you but the many sights and experiences of lila disrespecting you and glaring at you wasn’t going to leave your brain anytime soon. meanwhile, spencer got the opposite treatment, compliments, heart eyes, and lingering handshakes the entire time. she even slipped him her number, that little—

“hey,” spencer says, knocking you out of your thoughts. he can tell your brains conjuring something up. he can practically see the cogs turning in your head. “what’s got you so worked up?” he asks, taking a step towards you. his hands settle on your hips then travel to your lower back. he smiles down at you.

“nothing.” you dismiss, light and airy. trying to act unbothered. “why do you think i’m mad?” you question back, a little too defensive for your liking. “are you asking me to profile you?” he grins. you don’t get the chance to speak before he starts, “for starters, you practically ripped your heels off and threw them, you’re all tense, your fists were balled up and i can tell your thinking hard about something.” he exaggerates.

“you’re wrong because i am perfectly fine.” you state matter of factly. brushing his hands off you and walking to the bedroom. he follows after you. “holding in emotions, specifically anger, can have detrimental effects on one’s mental health. the constant internal struggle to suppress emotions can lead to even more stress, anxiety and even depression.” spencer explains. you just hum in response, searching in your closet for something comfortable, your mind doesn’t stop running about stupid lila though. he watches you. it wasn’t uncommon, he loved to observe you. most of the time it was just to see your pretty face while you were in thought but other times he liked to study your behavior and learn your routines. spencer liked to do it with you.

“you’re staring,” you comment. “i can’t help it.” he flirts. “oh please, did you tell lila that too today?” you let slip. you flush. glad you aren’t face to face with spencer right now. “that’s what this is about?” he chuckles. “cmere,” he says. you stumble over to the bed and he pulls you onto his lap. “you know i love you right?” he says. you nod. not looking at him. “so much, like i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you, or whatever bella said.” he makes a twilight reference. you were the one who forced him to watch it. you giggle a little, meeting his eyes. he smiles. “there’s my girl.” he murmurs. your heart swoons. his hands settle on your waist and he leans in. you kiss, it’s almost like a breath of fresh air. when he pulls away, still keeping close he speaks. “i think i need to prove how much i love you, hmm?” he hums. “you don’t need to.” you mumble. “but i want to, please?” he pleads. you don’t protest for long. “okay.. if you must.” you giggle. he smiles. he’s so pretty you feel like your going to explode.

as he places you on your back, unbuttoning your shirt, he starts to spit out another fact. “did you know men are more jealous of sexual infidelity than emotional?” he asks. “women are actually the opposite, they get more jealous with ‘emotional cheating’ than sexual.” he takes his time, you always loved how smart he was. it turned you on.

“i wasn’t jealous,” you say. “oh really?” he snorts. slipping off your shirt. “yeah.” you say. he instructs you to lift your hips so he can slide your pants off. “mhmm..” he says. eyes focused on your body, he’s too distracted to make a smart comment. “she was pretty, i guess.” you try to say. lila was gorgeous. he just chuckles and shakes his head. not bothering to comment. he dips down and kisses you. nose accidentally bumping against yours and teeth clashing. it was messy, just how you liked it. “what was that thing about kissing and shaking hands?” you ask, just to hear him talk.

“the number of pathogens transferred from just a single handshake is staggering. it’s safer to kiss,” he says into the skin of your neck. “that’s interesting, tell me more.” you smile. he groans. “i can tell you all about it later, can’t i just take care of my baby now?” he smiles. “baby? what happened to trouble?” you grin. “you are trouble,” he sighs. lovingly of course. you giggle as he kisses down from your neck to your collarbone, then unbuckles your bra without struggle. pulling it off. he trails down to your tummy, pressing little kisses here and there. making you antsy. he reaches the spot you need him most and smiles into your skin as you squirm a little. “patience, trouble.” he says. he plants a firm kiss on your hipbone and pulls your panties down with one hand. “you’re so pretty,” he smiles. eyes flickering to your face. “all mine, hmm?” he hums and you nod enthusiastically. he chuckles and thumbs experimentally at your clit.

you press your hips up into his touch, leaning into it. chasing that feeling. he smirks, inserting two fingers slowly. he paws at that spongy spot within your walls. you let out a quiet moan and spencer doesn’t deem it good enough, he starts punching at the spot. abusing it almost. this pulls another moan out of you and he speeds up the movements on your clit. you almost see heaven as you arch your back, eyes rolling back. he leans down, attaching his lips on your clit and sucking harshly. thank god you weren’t standing because you would’ve doubled over with how strong your orgasm was. you try to get the words out but only pant. spencer can tell, “gonna cum, trouble?” he asks. then continues his attack on the bundle of nerves. the coil in your belly snaps, climaxing with his name on your lips.

the sound of your slick fills the room as spencer works you through your organism. eyes trained on your pussy. his fingers are pulled out, given a quick lick and suddenly his mouth is on you. lapping and drinking up your release like a man starved. “spence, wait— gimme a minute-“ moan.

your begs fall on deaf ears as he’s absolutely lost in you. there’s no pulling him out. you reach your hand down and bury it in his hair. pressing your hips into the bed to escape the overstimulation. trying to tug him off, he doesn’t listen though. moaning into you when you pull on his hair. the vibrations make you even more sensitive before, his nose brushes up against your clit as two strong hands come to hold you down on either side.

you moan, tears pricking in your eyes from the overstimulation. everything’s magnified by 10. the obscene sounds of your pussy fill the room as your poor clit is abused, spencer’s tongue prodding into you, milking you for everything you have to offer. the familiar hear fills your belly and you can feel the coil start to unwind. “spence—“ you sob. cumming again. riding against his face. you can feel that bastard smirk against you as he greedily laps up your release. “you’re okay,” he coaxs. finally pulling off of you. he presses a kiss to your mound then pulls himself up, he kisses your cheek. then wipes the stray tears on your cheek.

“hi pretty,” he says with a smile. your eyes meet his and you smile, a little dazy. “you have something on your face.” you say, remaints of cum. “do i?” he chuckles. he wipes it off with the back of his hand and kisses you. you can taste yourself on his tongue. “love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips. you don’t get the chance to respond before he’s kissing you again. a little tongue slipping in as he gets carried away. he messily kisses the corner of your mouth, then latches onto your neck. he works at his zipper, multitasking.

begrudgingly, he pulls away from you, slipping down his pants and kicking them off haphazardly. you tug at his shirt and he takes the hint to pull it off. undoing his tie and throwing it somewhere. when he FINALLY takes his shirt off you get to run your hands along his torso giddily. “y’so pretty,” you mumble. “this isn’t about me, it’s about you, trouble.” he says. slipping off his boxers. his cock slips angrily against his stomach and you almost whine. he leans down and kisses you as he slowly pushes in. the stretch burns but is bearable. “i know. its okay,” he whispers. he presses to the hilt, nudging against your cervix. you feel full, his hand slithers down and presses against your lower belly. “mmphh.” you whimper against his lips. he devours the sound and keeps his lips on yours as he starts to thrust in and out of you. pulling his head back to see your face every so often as the tip nudges against that sweet spot. it’s torturous how slow he’s going. you’re so overstimulated, tears start falling out of your eyes.

he smiles down at you, picking up the pace a little. his face contorts and he lets out a moan. you involuntarily clench at that and it punches out another sound. “trouble— can’t keep doing that.” he slurs. the wet sounds of him shoving your slick out of you fill the room as your hips collide. teeth and noses brush together messily and he’s practically devouring you. everything’s happening so fast. before you know it you’re coming again, his name recited on your lips. he works you through it, slamming into you with a feverish pace. you constrict around him and he’s not long after you, pressing himself as far as he can into you and coming. he’s whining,

you pant, he’s collapsed ontop of you. buried in your neck. tears roll down your face. “good girl, good job. taking me so well.” he praises breathily. taking? “..taking..?” you say. “don’t you mean took?”

“we aren’t done.” he lifts himself up from your shoulder, pushing his glasses up. the both of your climax leaks around his dick and spills out of you slowly. “i can’t!” you start to cry as he pulls out, he presses your knees to your chest and shoves himself back in. so much for catching your breath. “you will,” he says softly. beginning to thrust in and out of you, he’s so deep you feel it in your stomach. “that’s it, my good girl huh?” he praises into your neck, a pang of arousal shoots through your body and you can feel yourself get wetter. “spence—“ “none of the whining, you can take it.” he says. he bites at your jawline. you moan loudly. everything feels so good, it’s too much. he reaches down and starts to rub figure eights into your clit gently, a contrast to the brutal pace he had going. “there ya go, taking me so well.” he murmurs, pulling his teeth off and kissing gently. “ah- i- gonna.. cum.” you force out. almost forgetting how to talk. “let go baby.” he says. your back arches, eyes rolling back, clinging to him as if he was the one keeping your grounded. he follows after, shooting cum into you with a whimper and a “nngh.”

it’s unreal. you see stars.

when you come down from your high, your sat on spencer’s lap, dick still intact. you sob, falling into his shoulder and clinging onto him. “i can’t spence.” you sniffle from the overstimulation. if you had to come again you’d probably scream. you’d also scream though if he pulled out.

“the world record for most female orgasms in an hour is a hundred and ah- fuck, thirty six” he says as you clench around him. “i think you can.” he smirks. you push his glasses up.

you bite back, “nerd.”

-

that’s it

not proofread

i’m sick asf rn 🥰

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #dom spencer reid #sub reader #criminal minds fic

[gcddamnvampire]

@gloryforsaken​ for Bella // based on IM chat

Ever since he had made the decision to leave the love of his existence behind things had become absolutely miserable for him. Not that they hadn’t been before he met her, but being without her now was so much worse. Still, he constantly reminded himself, it was for her own safety. Decades had passed now and he was sure that she’d gone on to live an amazing human life. Good, he told himself. That was exactly what he’d wanted for her — exactly what she deserved. Still, it crushed him to know he couldn’t be a part of that, even now. But his existence continued, which was how he found himself sitting in the back of a crowded lecture hall, books out in front of him, as if he needed them. At least he managed to talk the rest of the family into starting college this time around as opposed to high school again. They’d have to move sooner this way but at least he would get a break from the mundane repetition of high school classes. He sighed, hands folded on the desk in front of him, waiting for the lecture to begin. 

#gloryforsaken #( closed starter ) #( starter; edward ) #( edward && bella ) #( thread; edward )

[ofviolentdelights]

muses: bella + jessica — @xsvcrilege location: a diner somewhere in forks

she had been spending a lot of time with jessica since she moved to forks. bella only had time to see her during the summers that she would visit charlie and she hated missing out on her precious time with him. still they were friends, just not the closest, and she wanted to change that once she got here. so tonight bella called her up and asked her if she wanted to get a bite to eat. she waited patiently until she saw her walk through the front door. bella smiled, "hey. there you are!"

#closed starters › bella #jessica › bella

[lilacwiine]

a closed starter @dysnomiias featuring bella and ari.

"surely you have a picture of loverboy by now — let me see." lounging over her couch facing ari, bella's hand reach out and her fingers wiggle in an attempt to get her friend's phone. "if i can't meet him since he's so busy, you can at least show me what he looks like."

#bella|interaction. #bella and ari. #dysnomiias

[chuuyanakaharalegalwife]

Birthday Gift (Dazai x Reader)

In which it's Osamu's birthday

Is it his bday? No, but do I want to write and post this? Fuck yes. So enjoy you virgins

Read my other Dazai's oneshot here, here, here & here :]

Bye now - Mars ♡

“Bella?” Dazai called out as he entered the room. Dazai has had a whirlpool of devasting thoughts when you didn’t pick up his call. This was a first, you were always so willing to hear from him. To talk with him. He couldn’t help but be worried when you didn’t. Afterall, he was now accustomed to your affections. He even shamelessly sought them out. So imagine his surprised when he called his Bella and she didn’t pick up and greet him with that sweet sweet voice that made him rock hard in an instant.

“Kitchen, love” your sweet voice called out to him, like the riches of honey pouring over his raw soul. Without hesitation he found himself rushing to the kitchen, only to internally gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. Heart like a wild beast confined by his very ribs, trying to leap out of his chest.

You, his belladonna, were in pajamas pants with a bralette loosely covered by a Kiss the Chef apron. In front of you on the island counter there was a cake, the icing only of a white layer and when his eyes caught hold of the multiple colors in different bowls, he guessed it was unfinished.

“I guess it won’t be much of a surprise then,” you laughed, “that’s fine though” placing down your piping bag you closed the distance between the two of you and greeted your boyfriend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you today, Osamu” you kissed his lips, “So much,” you kissed his lips again.

“Mm”

You loved kissing Dazai, you loved showing Dazai affection and receiving affection from Dazai. You felt safe and secure whenever you were with him. His lips were the softest plush heaven you’ve ever felt. To have access to such divinity, to have it be yours made you feel like the goddess you were. Even the thought of Dazai brought you a sense of warmth. Oh, how you loved this man.

Dazai, of course, willingly kissed you back repeatedly. How could he ever be tired of your affections? Of your kisses? Of you? He felt like a man that just had a sip of water after days of going without it. “Why didn’t you pick up earlier? I got worried” he pouted but you saw the genuine concern within the depts of his brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. Milky chocolate pool of richness.

Your face beamed as a bright smile overtook it, “Promise you won’t laugh” you kissed the corner of his mouth, arms still secured around his figure, “I didn’t want to get my phone messy” you giggled, “Sorry if I worried you, love, wasn’t my intention.” Eyes crinkled as you smiled.

Dazai let out a breath, chuckling “what am I going to do with you?” his arms found your waist bringing you closer to his body. As a result, you felt your breast pressed up against his chest.

“Hmm well for starters, help me finish this cake” you suggested, “What’s it for?”

“Osamu Dazai,” you said sternly, and a childlike smile crept up on his face, his handsome face that you could stare at forever. “Your birthday, old man”

“Ah, that was today? It must have slipped my mind” he thought out loud. Truth was, he remembered it quite well, he just hated the idea of celebrating his birth into this god forsaken world. Life wasn’t worth celebrating to him, not his at least. He’d celebrate yours everyday of the year if you let him.

You kissed his lips again, “I know you dislike celebrating it, but I thought a cake would be nice, mostly because I wanted cake” and in a singsong voice “Plus I got you a gift,” another kiss, “and… another gift too”

As he eyed you, a smirk found itself onto his lips, leaning down he kissed you biting your bottom lip in the process of pulling away. “Must you always tease Bella?” his hand found it’s path lower onto the curve of your ass; squeezing it. Kneading the soft fat, pushing, and pulling and gripping and jiggling it. Gods, he was obsessed with your sweet ass.

“I don’t know what you mean babe” you reached up to kiss him for the millionth time since he came but he pulled away. Standing at his full height. Cheeky bastard. You tiptoed and placed your hands around his neck, bullying your way into his space to steal yet another kiss. “Don’t deny me of these lips, baby”

Your lips left his and went to his jaw, and then lower to his neck and when you bit down on that sweet spot, he found himself groaning. Hands automatically squeezing your ass harder. “Such a tease” he mumbled in between gasps as you kept sucking and biting his neck. No doubt leaving a trail of purple marks that will later birth hickeys.

“So which present do you want first?” you asked staring at his lust filled eyes. The gods knew what they were doing when they made this special face of your lover.

“The gift…the gift” he smiled and sought out your lips again, swallowing your words of praise.

“What about finishing this cake?”

“I want another cake” Dazai scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, “can wait” he mumbled as his mouth found your neck. Licking, biting and then sucking and the pattern continued from your jaw down to her neck and then your collarbone, and even lower to your breasts.

He walked to the couch and sat down, your bodies close, fitting perfectly, together. “My gift woman”

“Eh? Demands?” you pulled away, your body straddling his thighs, “I’m only letting you off because it’s your birthday and I love you.”

He smiles, “Are you going to keep your birthday boy waiting?” teasing words as his smile stretches into a smirk, “And I love you too, Bella”

Returning his smile with one of your own, you stand up and shimmy down your pajamas pants, revealing your nude bottom half.

Dazai’s eyes beams in excitement, and he licks his lips, “It’s pink for self-indulgent purposes”

He waits for you to explain yourself further, but you don’t. “Take a guess please.”

“Bend over and let me see”

“You’re no fun, at least act surprised”

“Oh Bella, what is it? What is it?” he fakes excitement and smiles as you roll your eyes. Soon enough, he’s pulling you down and holding you down over his lap. Shamelessly ogling your juicy behind. Dazai is not always a patient man, you’ve learned that the hard way. The very hard way.

His hand come down and lands a hard smack on your ass cheek, causing your body to jolt forward and a whine to escape your lips. Rubbing the red flesh and massaging the skin between his fingers, he uses his other hand and spread your ass apart revealing the baby pink jeweled dazzling butt plug stuffing you.

“Happy birthday to me” he whispers and kisses your ass, teeth biting into the plump flesh. A soft whine escaping your lips as your lover bit down on your ass.  

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