Osamu Miya X Reader Novels & Stories

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

I will also be including the following bonus side stories for subscribers: Amanda x Asahina Yang Yang story Rusty’s story Omega heat season (and how they spend it with their alphas) Mpreg scenes for various couples after graduation That’s all! I have a new work called Godfather World on Tapas & Patreon Advanced Chapters so please check that out. Bromance heavy and implied but not canon BL. At the same time, your girl is going to be hosting more Youtube content and going back to my roots - writing Yaoi Fanfictions. Alternatively read all my works on my website (destinyaitsuji.<0m)

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels, for more stories ! * * * * *

“First we fuck, then after, I give you a good massage. What do you say, Sorahiko?” Wait— “You want to do this again?”. Just the thought of it splits my mind— a part of me feels strangely proud at the thought of him wanting me, and the other feels…relieved. Because he wants to do this again. Miyamura wants to sleep with me again— me, Hagakure Sorahiko, a low-class omega. Someone like me. A nobody. Miyamura’s hands stay steady at my spine as he leans in, one finger trails slowly upward. Goosebumps flare across my skin.

“I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t focus.” I wasn’t even hard behind my jeans. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t horny. I was. But maybe not for the man in front of me. Xavier noticed too when he cupped my groin over my jeans. “Hmm… your mood must be worse than I thought. But it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle.” His lips curled up in a mischievious grin, his eyes roving over me seductively. Any other person would have felt insulted and thrown me out. But not Xavier.

*** I couldn't breathe as the image of the clinic flashed through my mind, Mara. The flooded the market and old apartment blocks. The people who had survived beside me for years. "Mara..." I whispered, the room spinning again. "Not if we reach the foundations first." Lucien's cold fingers wrapped around my wrist. The instant our brands touched, the burning heat vanished, and cool numbness spread through my arm. My lungs expanded, and our breathing slowly synchronized as the cold air around him swallowed the last of the burning inside me. Without realizing it, I leaned against his shoulder.

Compare to what I used to before, intimacy in Fantasma for me, is much more easier and passionate, for me. “Ahhh~ that is rather refreshing showers……are you heading back to the office?..”. “EEKK!!…Master~..don’t do that out of nowhere..”.(Mina) “I can’t help it, Baby~…your ass, is so juicy in my eyes that I can’t just let it go before tasting them a little bit....”.

we became tired and slept in eachother arms peacefully ♡MIYA POV♡ after loosing my family I never thought I can be happy again that night I thought I will be dead he came as my saviour and became my life partner by giving me everything now I have two little devils riya and yash these three people are my world they never let me to do even a single work these people are my complete happiness now feeding time see this both devils how they're running I'm running behind them ahh I'm getting mad I shouted "yash riya stop" still they're running krish came and lifted them I said "see how naughty they're"

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