MechaMoonStone

“Why, why does fate make us suffer?” Note: This story takes place during the Dutch Revolt.    His body pressed to yours, his hands roamed over your skin; his mouth was territorially placed to your throat and with each touch, a more intoxicating desire overwhelmed your entire being. “Netherlands…” You breathed out, just as he pushed you against the wall.    The storage room was nearly pitch-black, especially with its absence of windows. The air felt thick, musky, and a thin coat of sweat covered both your skin and his. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing. He was burning with passion and you were dr

China x Reader But You Didn't. -- Remember when I kept making fun of your ponytail when we were kids, and you cried? I thought you would stop being my friend. But you didn't. Remember when I ate all your snacks that was for an important meeting? I thought you would kick me out of our home. But you didn't. Remember when I invited some friends over, and they made you do everything for us? I thought you would leave me. But you didn't. Remember when I vomited all over your expensive carpet? I thought you would break up with me. But you didn't. Remember when we were supposed to go out for fancy dinner, and ended up not going since I l

Reader insert contest entry: Midorima x Reader "Do you love me?" "…" --- "(y/n) pass me the ball." He ordered. You happily got off the bench and picked up the ball near your feet. You hugged the ball to your chest as you ran over to the other side of the gym. "I'm glad you finally remembered my name Shin-chan!" You teased and placed the basketball ball onto his hands. He held the ball with one hand and pushed his glasses up. You giggled at his failed attempt to hide his flushed face. "O-Of course nanodayo..." --- "Do you love me?" "…" "You don't have to force yourself to say it..." --- "Will you be my girl..?" "