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Part 1

Here is part 1 of this new story that I’m working on. I was going to post it as one big chapter, but I’ve received feedback that multiple chapters are preferred so that’s the route I went. I really hope that everyone likes it! This first part is very very angsty.

Inn Keeper Yoongi x Female Author Reader

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

Warnings: (may get updated) Swearing, character death, very very angsty for a while, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, bullying, a really mean letter, panic attacks, eventual light smut, eventual fluff

Word Count: 9,602

Tag List: @viankiss

You slunk down in your office chair hanging your head low. Your boss had just chewed you out after you presented her with a draft of your newest novel that you had thought you were just about finished with, but it appears you were going to have to start from the beginning.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go as well as you thought it would?”, your best friend and coworker, Nari responded.

“She said that it’s not believable and that I need to use my own personal experiences as inspiration. I can’t keep writing the same story over and over just changing the names and location. The reader will be able to connect with it more if it’s from experience. I have two months to send her the new story or I’m on unpaid leave until I submit something worth publishing. It’s such bullshit.”, you huffed.

“I mean she kind of has a point. Anyone can put a bunch of words down on a piece of paper, but unless there is real feeling behind it then those words won’t get far.”

You rolled your eyes, “Seriously? You too? And what personal experience should I use?”

“Y/N you’ve been in relationships before. Just use one of them or a combination of all of them.”

“Oh yeah, should I go with the one who cheated on me or the one who ghosted me after he got me in his bed, or the one that would loose his temper at the smallest thing I did to upset him? I’ve never had a good relationship experience.”, you chuckle self deprecatingly.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rub it in like that. Maybe try writing something else. Not every story has to be about a relationship, good or bad.”

Running your hands over your face you sighed, “I just don’t know what to do any more. I feel so burnt out and unmotivated. I don’t think I could come up with another story if I wanted to.”

“Why don’t you take a break? You know, get out of town for a while. I’m sure our boss won’t mind, especially if it gets you to clear your head and write something decent.”

Pondering this theory for a minute you began to think she might be on to something.

“Where would I go though? I can’t really afford to travel far and I don’t want to be too distracted that I can’t get anything done.”

After some silence Nari jumped up, “Oh I’ve got the perfect place. It’s just a four hour flight out to the countryside. A little town called, Holly Falls. My sister and her fiancé stayed there several months ago.”

Thinking it over a little it sounded like a good idea. After some begging and promising your boss that you were going to get work done while on the trip she agreed.

Once you arrived at the airport you really wished you’d done a little more research about Holly Falls. After some digging and a conversation with a very outgoing Uber Driver you found out that eleven months out of the year the town is very low key and relaxed, but for one month it is a tourist hotspot thanks to the insane amount of blooming cherry blossom trees. According to your new Uber friend, people come to Holly Falls during this month to see the fields of trees blooming in all their glory. The normally quiet town embraces the crowds providing various festivals and parades and gimmicks to draw in the guests as well as their wallets. And of course you just happen to travel over there smack dab in the middle of it all.

The driver dropped you off in the middle of the fun so with your bag slung over your shoulder you started heading into different hotels trying to book a room. In the city you could walk into pretty much any hotel at any time and book a room. You had assumed it would be same in this small town so you had decided to wait to book a room until you could see them in person wanting to get the feel and make sure you chose the right fit. You imagine in any other month it would be much easier to obtain a place to stay here, but due to the large tourist presence every single hotel was completely booked for the entire month.

You were just about ready to give up and head to the airport to see about booking a flight home when an older gentleman came up to you carrying various handmade trinkets for sale.

“See anything you like miss? All of these are under $10.”, he asked.

Politely you smiled, “No thank you. Not right now.”

You thought he had left until you saw him dangling a hand painted sun catcher in front of you. The design a beautiful beautiful cherry blossom. Trying to bite your tongue and not snap at the elderly man you again shook your head. “Here have it for free. You seem to need a little cheering up.”, he smiled.

Reaching up you grabbed the delicate glass from him, “Thank you. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry if I came off rude. I’m just really stressed out right now.”

“Didn’t know about the cherry blossom season and now you can’t find a place to stay?”, he asked. “How did you know?”, you replied wide eyed. The elderly man chuckled while taking a seat next to you, “There’s always at least one person that gets stuck here with nowhere to stay because they didn’t know how crazy things can get around here this time of the year.”

“Mmh yeah that would be me this year. I need somewhere to stay for a couple weeks or I’m going to have to head back home.” “You know there might be somewhere that still has a room available. It’s just outside all of the hubbub. About ten miles just over that hill. If you get to Taehyung’s Strawberry Farm then you’ve gone too far.”, he said pointing in the opposite direction of the festivities. “Really? You think they’d have a room? I wonder why they wouldn’t be booked like every other place.”

The gentleman stood up from the bench you were both on, “Its worth a shot. It’s a little farther away from all the action than people like to be. Plus the owners are a little on the unique side.”

You were concerned at this statement. The last thing you wanted to do was end up being the story line of a true crime documentary.

He continued, “They are very nice people. A young man and his grandmother. They just tend to be very secluded and to themselves. It’s called Interlude Inn. You can’t miss it.”

You thanked him for the information and watched as he walked into a large group of people trying to sell the rest of his merchandise. Placing the delicate sun catcher in your bag you ordered another Uber to take you over to the inn. A familiar vehicle quickly pulled up in front of you with the same talkative man from earlier. You wondered how there weren’t any other drivers available, but you smiled as you slid in the back seat anyways.

“Leaving so soon?”, he asked.

You chuckled, “No I just need to find somewhere else to stay. Can you please take me to The Interlude Inn?” Suddenly the man stopped, turning to look back at you.

“Miss you don’t want to stay there. Surely there’s somewhere else around here you can stay.”

“Every hotel is completely booked. If this inn doesn’t have a room then I’ll have to just go home.”

He sighed, “Alright miss. If you insist.”

He began the drive to your location. His words about finding somewhere else stuck in your mind.

“Sir?”

“Yes Miss”

“What you said earlier. What is so bad about this inn?”

“Well, the grandma, I think her name is Mae, is very sweet. She’s done the best she can with what she had. But that Min boy, he’s a little odd.”

“Ohhh…Like serial killer odd?”

The man chuckled, “No not that kind of odd. He’s just very quiet and keeps to himself, but he is polite. He’s never seemed to have any friends and I doubt he’s ever had any kind of relationship. He comes into town only a few times a year, mostly when his grandmother needs something. He doesn’t acknowledge anyone, even when they speak to him directly. People usually only stay at the inn as a last resort during this busy season.”

From what you’re hearing he seemed like just a quiet introverted person who loves his grandma. You weren’t sure why everyone seemed so leery of him.

The car pulled up infront of the inn. The large wooden sign out front verified you were indeed at The Interlude Inn. Thanking your driver you grabbed your bag and made your way up to the entrance.

The Inn looked cozy and welcoming. It was smaller than you had imagined. There couldn’t be more than three or four rooms. Off to the side you noticed a little garden with various plants starting to bloom.

On the door hung a welcome sign adorned with hand painted lady bugs and butterflies. Turning the handle you gently pushed in the door being greeted by a heavenly aroma making your stomach grumble. The entrance room which also doubled as a living room had two couches, one on either side of a coffee table. A television hung on the wall above a fireplace. In the corner was a small desk which you assume would be where you could request a room.

Walking over you noticed a younger man crouching down so he was eye level with one of the drawers. He appeared to be about your age, mid to late twenties. Black hair with a slight curl to it hung over his forehead. Beautiful cat like eyes and his soft lips formed into a deep pout. You wanted so badly to reach over and squeeze his chubby cheeks, but you knew that was a weirdness you didn’t want to invoke. He was fidgeting with a drawer that seemed to be stuck and you could here the argument he was having in soft whispers,

“Come on you stupid thing.”

“It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

“Please, I just need a pen and then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.”

You chuckled hearing him begging the drawer to cooperate. Reaching into your bag you grabbed one of your spare pens and set it on the desk, “Here I have a pen you could use.”

The young man let out a sudden squeal after you startled him. He jumped backwards and landed on his behind with a loud thud.

“Oh no I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you had heard me come in.”, you apologized feeling terrible.

The poor guy sat on the ground trying to collect himself before bringing himself back to a standing position. That’s when you noticed his cheeks were a bright shade of red, making you want to squeeze them even more. The man didn’t say a word. His eyes were barely able to focus on you, instead they would move around the room before returning to you for just a second before he’d quickly look elsewhere.

“Ahh this must be the Min boy the driver was talking about?”, you thought to yourself. They weren’t kidding when they said he was quiet and reserved.

“Hi, I’m sorry again for scaring you. I was just wondering if you had a room I could rent for a couple weeks.”

The man just continued looking around the room.

“It’s okay if you don’t have any available. It was just recommended for me to come up here for a room since all the others are booked.”

Again silence. You were about to ask if he was okay when a door off to the left swung open and a very sweet looking elderly woman came walking out. She must be the grandmother that was mentioned. She was covered in flour so you assumed that’s where the heavenly smell was coming from.

“Yoongi dear did you get that pen yet? I need to label the jars of blueberry jam.”, she spoke. When she noticed you she jumped slightly, but not in a scared kind of way. More like an oh no how long have you been standing there while my grandson stares at you kind of way.

“Oh hi sweety, how can we help you?”, she asked. Her grandson, that you now knew was named Yoongi, was still standing off to the side. You had to intently stare at his chest to make sure he was still breathing because you were honestly getting very concerned for him.

“Yes ma’am, I was wondering if you had any available rooms that I could rent for the next couple of weeks?”

She smiled while pulling out an old and beat up note book to take down your info. You liked the old school feel. It was much different than the digital kingdom of the city where you lived.

“Of course dear. Did you need one bed or two?”

“Just one will be fine.”

“Okay and you said two weeks?”

“Yes please.”

“No problem. Just fill out your name and address here. Payment will be due at the end of your stay when you check out.”

Quickly you wrote down all the requested information before handing the book back over. You couldn’t help but notice that Yoongi still hadn’t moved, but his cheeks were still a bright shade of pink so you knew he was at least breathing.

The grandma spoke again, “Thank you so much dear. My name is Mae, but you can call me grandma, granny, halmeoni, MaeMae, just don’t call me late for dinner.”

Even though you’ve heard that joke countless times you still laughed. Something about this sweet woman warmed your heart.

She continued, “This is my grandson Yoongi. He can help you with your bags and show you to your room. You’re more than welcome to join us for dinner. It should be ready in about twenty minutes or so.”

You thanked her profusely and watched as she walked back into the kitchen. Yoongi walked around the desk without making eye contact. He reached for your bag that was currently sitting on the ground and you noticed a shake to his hand due to his nerves.

“Uh uh um y-you c-can follow me.”, he spoke before walking down the long hallway. He opened the door to small cozy room. A window sat overlooking the garden. A bed adorned with a lilac colored quilt sat against the wall. There was a dresser available for storage and a desk off to the side. It was perfect.

Yoongi laid your bag down at the foot of the bed. You wanted to ask him if he needed to lie down based on how terrified he looked. Instead you opted to try and get him to speak to you at all.

“Hi Yoongi, I’m Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you.”

You stuck your hand out offering a hand shake. It was getting awkward waiting for him to return the gesture, but just before you were going to dejectedly pull your hand back he reached up and took your hand in his.

With his cheeks back to bright red he quickly bowed and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

Since dinner was going to be ready soon you opted to just lay in bed enjoying the comfort after a long day of travel. When Mae called you for dinner you entered the dining room surprised to only see her and Yoongi sat at the table.

“Am I the only guest?”, you asked suddenly feeling out of place.

“Yes dear, but don’t worry. We are so happy to have you here.”, she smiled pulling out a chair for you.

You nodded taking the offered seat while she filled up your bowl with some beef soup.

“So Y/N, what brings you to Holly Falls? I’m assuming it’s the cherry blossoms.”, she asked.

“Oh no I just needed to take a little vacation and clear my head. Having some work problems. My friend recommended this town to me. I didn’t even know about the cherry blossoms until I got here.”

“Well you’re going to love it here. There’s no more of a relaxing place.”

You smiled and accepted the second helping of soup. The two of you kept the conversation going talking about this and that. Yoongi never said a word. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him sneaking little glances in your direction before quickly turning his head but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass him.

After dinner you offered to help clean up the kitchen which was greatly appreciated. Mae sent Yoongi out to the garden to collect some chamomile to make tea. As she rinsed off the dishes you would take them and dry them before putting them in their respective spots.

“Thank you for being gentle with Yoongi.”, she spoke breaking the silence.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that and apparently your face showed it because she continued,

“He really is such a caring and sweet young man. He’s just been hurt so many times and he’s so afraid of letting someone in for fear of it happening again. I worry what will happen to him when I’m no longer here. I don’t want him to be alone. He deserves the world and I hope that one day he finds someone that will give it to him.”

You wanted to ask questions, but felt it wasn’t a good idea to pry when you’ve only known this family for a few hours.

“He seems very sweet. I’d love to get to know him more.”, you responded.

“Oh please do. Go slow, but I think if you keep at it he just might open up to you. As soon as you went to your room he came to me and said you seemed like a very genuine person.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought.

“Do you know if he has any interests or anything? Maybe something I could ask him about.”

She lightly chuckled, “Well he loves music. He has these notebooks that he’s always writing lyrics in, but he has never let anyone look at them. He likes basketball. He was really good when he was younger, but he doesn’t play it much any more. Oh! And you’d never guess it but he likes to knit. He’d be furious if he ever found out I told you that so you didn’t hear that one from me.”

You nodded in agreement before putting the final plate away just as Yoongi returned with the requested chamomile. He shyly smiled at you before nervously running out of the room. After enjoying a cup of tea you said goodnight and made your way back to your room for the evening.

The following morning you cranklily padded to the dining area. Mornings were not your thing. Thankfully you were greeted with the smell of coffee and fresh baked bread. Mae was nowhere to be seen, but Yoongi was standing at the counter chopping some vegetables for what you presumed was an omelet based on all the ingredients in front of him. You stood in the doorway thankful that he hadn’t noticed you yet as it gave you a chance again to admired his features. You smiled at how the tip of his tongue poked out in concentration as he focused on chopping an onion.

Silently you walked up next to him and smiled, “Anything I can help with?” The poor thing nearly jumped two feet in the air also letting the knife slip which sliced the tip of his thumb. When you saw the small amount of blood coming to the surface you panicked.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry Yoongi. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. What was I thinking?”, you said grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the sink. He hadn’t said a word.

After thoroughly washing the cut and using a paper towel to dry it you asked if there were any bandaids. Shyly he pointed underneath the sink and you found a first aid kit.

“Okay this might sting a little.”, you said applying the disinfectant. You felt awful when you saw his body flinch. After the cut was securely wrapped in a bandaid you began apologizing again, “I’m so sorry Yoongi. This is not how I intended for this to go. Are you going to be okay? Does it hurt still? Is there anything I can do?”

For the first time since you arrived you saw a full blown smile on his face. He shook his head, “N-No thank you. I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well let me help you prepare breakfast. It’s the least I can do.”

After some hesitation he agreed so you cleaned up the work station and got a new cutting board before you got to work chopping the rest of the vegetables. When breakfast was over and you had helped clean up you decided to go back to your room for a while and try to get some work done. Unfortunately things weren’t going that great. You were still struggling to put together a decent storyline and after two hours of staring at your laptop you decided to give up and take a break.

Peaking out the window you noticed Yoongi working in the garden. He looked adorable in his overalls and dark green sweater. A matching green beanie on to give a little more warmth. You wondered if he had knit it himself. You grabbed your jacket and decided to head outside for some fresh air.

Not wanting a repeat from the morning you loudly made your presence known as to not startle him again. Only when you were sure that he had noticed you did you decided to say something.

“What are you working on?”, you asked crouching down next to him.

He whispered something that you couldn’t quite catch. You noticed the redness intensifying in his cheeks too. He was just so incredibly cute.

“What kind of seeds are these?”

“Oh they are um cabbage and um radish seeds.”, he said without looking up from the dirt.

“Hmmm I know nothing about gardening, but isn’t it still too cold to plant these? I always thought it needed to be hot for seeds to grow.”

“S-Some s-seeds can grow when it’s colder out. Then we’ll h-harvest them and p-plant the rest.”

“Ahhh I see. I never even knew that was possible. What else are you planting?”

Did you care about gardening or seeds or soil quality? No absolutely not. But this was the most Yoongi has spoken to you so you rattled off question after question and made odd comments here and there just to get him to keep talking. By the time you were done his face was beet red and his hands were shaking quite a bit more than earlier. You were starting to feel bad and like you were pushing him past his breaking point so you wanted to give him some space.

Standing up and brushing the dirt off your knees you said, “Well it’s gotten quite chilly out. I’m gonna head inside. Thank you for teaching me so much. Maybe one day I’ll have a garden and you could come see it for yourself.”

He nodded without looking up at you and you took that as his way of saying goodbye. Once inside you found a smiling Mae standing in the kitchen.

She handed you hot bowl of leftover soup for lunch and sat at the table next to you.

“You know, that’s the longest I’ve ever seen him converse with someone other than me in a long long time. Normally he’d just get up and walk away without saying a word.”

The thought of asking about Yoongi’s past crossed your mind again, but you pushed it aside still not feeling that it was the right time.

The next couple days followed a similar path. You’d wake up, help Yoongi make breakfast, try to work for a little, and then you’d go find Yoongi and try to talk to him and get him to open up to you. He never said much but he’d nod or say a word here or there to let you know he was listening. Mae would always be amazed at how well Yoongi responded to you. After a while you’d give him some space and then join the two of dinner followed by tea and then you’d head off to bed.

On the fifth day you decided to go out and explore a little. You ended up at Taehyung’s Strawberry farm which was just up the road from the Inn. Taehyung or Tae as he told you to call him was a very kind and outgoing guy. The farm had been passed down in his family for six generations. He gave you a tour of the entire farm and introduced you to his farmhands/friends Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook. Jin was in charge of harvesting the strawberries and also coming up with new items to sell at the onsite bakery. Hoseok or Hobi as he was called was in charge of maintenance of the crops, things like making sure they got enough water but not too much water and pruning the plants where necessary. Namjoon was the bookkeeper. He kept track of orders and anything numbers related. Jungkook was the youngest of the four. According to Tae, he was the muscle of the group and would do various things around the farm that involved a lot of physical strength.

They all seemed like very sweet gentleman and made you feel very welcome from the start.

“So what brings you all the way out here? Most people try to stay closer to the main town this time of year.”, Jin asked setting a strawberry cream puff in front of you.

“I wasn’t able to get a room in town so I’m staying at The Interlude Inn.”

“I see. With Mae and Yoongi? How are they doing? I’ve been meaning to stop by and drop off a strawberry pie for them.”

“They seem to being doing well. They’ve been so hospitable.”

“Even Yoongi?”, Jungkook said taking a seat next to you. You noticed a hint of a chuckle in his question.

“Yes even Yoongi. He’s on the quiet side, but I think he’s starting to warm up to me a little bit.”

“Wow he must really like you then. I’ve been trying to get him to open up for years.”, Taehyung said walking over.

“What do you mean?”, you asked confused as to why everyone always seems to think he’s some cold jerk.

He continued, “We’ve just been trying to get him to hang out with us for the last few years. I’ve offered him multiple jobs around here. We’ve invited him over for dinner or to go get drinks in town. Namjoon tried to set him up on a date with his sister. He just always turns and walks away without saying a word. We’ve kind of just given up.”

“Oh yeah I guess maybe I’m just special then.”, you said before taking another bite of the cream puff.

It was pretty late by the time you had gotten back to the inn. Jin had given you a ride back as it looked like there was an early spring thunderstorm about to hit. When you walked inside you set the strawberry pie on the counter. Mae had already gone to sleep, but Yoongi was sitting in the common area watching a basketball game. He looked so cozy wrapped up in a hoodie that was a little too big for him and a fluffy fleece blanket on his lap. Now that you thought about it he was always dressed very warmly. Sweatshirts, sweaters, or multiple layers all with long sleeves. You’ve never seen any skin other than his hands and neck and face. It was on the chilly side being that it was barely the beginning of the spring, but nothing that you thought warranted that kind of clothing constantly. It was odd to you, but nothing you wanted to question him about right now because maybe it was just a comfort thing for him you thought. Instead you walked over to the couch making your presence known so that you didn’t startle him.

“Mind if I join you?”, you asked. Silently he scooted over to make room and you took that as a yes. You watched the game for a few minutes trying to come up with something to say, but you really didn’t know much about basketball or sports in general.

“Is that Michael Jordan?”, you asked after the camera followed a player who had just scored a basket.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“Lebron James?”

He shakes his head.

“Steph Curry?”

Again another head shake.

You chuckled, “Well those are the only basketball players I know so I give up.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the slightest smile from on his lips which you took as encouragement to continue.

“Oh so did he just score a touchdown?”, you asked. In reality you knew that was a completely different sport, but you were hoping that somehow this would get a little engagement on his part.

You looked at him expectantly noticing his cheeks heat up under your stare.

“Umm n-no that was a free throw, not a touchdown.”

“Hmm and a free throw is worth one or two points?”

“It’s w-worth one point.”

You didn’t want to over stress him out so you decided to give him some quiet and stop with the questions for a while.

The referee in the game blew his whistle and started making a bunch of hand gestures. You were about to lean over and ask about it when a bright flash of light shown through the windows followed by a loud clap of thunder. The floor beneath your feet seemed to shake from the force. Another flash of light lit up the room and some more thunder hit making even you jump a little.

“Wow that’s some storm.”, you said looking over at Yoongi only to be met with nothing.

“Yoongi?”, you question looking around the room wondering how he was able to get up and run so fast.

After standing up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen to see if maybe he had went in there you saw the fleece blanket he was holding earlier leaning up against the back of the couch and thanks to the added light from another lightning strike you noticed that the blanket was also covering a lump. Getting closer you saw little tufts of black hair poking out. Gently you reached and pulled the blanket down slightly. You could feel your heart breaking seeing him like this. Curled up in a ball with his hands over his ears and tears on his cheeks.

“Yoongi it’s okay. It’s just a thunderstorm.”, you said trying to soothe him. When your words didn’t seem to help you went to reach for his hand feeling him tense at your touch.

“No please don’t hurt me. Please.”, he cried out making you recoil. “Yoongi it’s Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me get you to be-.” You felt a hand on your should and found Mae looking down at you with a sad expression on her face. She bent down the best she could in her old age to get his attention and when he finally recognized her the tension seemed to leave his body, at least momentarily until another crack of thunder rang through the air.

Mae helped him up off the ground and you’d stayed m back watching as she helped him down the hall, his legs shaking ever so slightly. Just before they entered his room Mae turned to you and pointed towards the kitchen. You took the hint and went to get a couple cups of tea ready.

After about fifteen minutes she returned and took a seat next to you thanking you for the tea.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”, she sighed.

“No I just, I don’t, I…”, you couldn’t find the words. You knew it was slightly odd for a grown adult to be that petrified of a thunderstorm, but you knew there must be a reason. Judging by Mae’s reaction this seemed to be a common occurrence. You just didn’t know how to move forward without sounding rude.

“Mae, please forgive me if this comes off to forward or harsh, but has some thing happened to Yoongi in his past?”

She took a sip of tea before getting more comfortable in the chair and nodding her head.

“Yes dear. Yoongi, my sweet sweet Yoongi, has been through a lot. More than any person should have to especially at his young age. You see Yoongi’s father left a few weeks after he was born. Yoongi was born too early and was very small and sickly. His father didn’t want any part of his life. My daughter did the best she could with Yoongi. I helped whenever I could as well. She was such a loving mother. When Yoongi was about two years old she married a man who I didn’t necessarily approve of, but there was nothing I could do. She was an adult and she seemed happy. He quickly moved my daughter and Yoongi to the other side of the country. I only got to see them a couple times year. I started to have suspicions that something was wrong when Yoongi was four years old. I went to visit and noticed that my daughter and Yoongi both had old bruises. When I questioned it my daughter claimed that she tripped while carrying him and fell down some stairs. Then when Yoongi was six he told me how he had heard his mom and stepdad in their bedroom making lots of noise. His mom was yelling and there were loud bangs, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. I questioned her once again and she said that her and her husband must’ve just gotten too loud while in bed together and that she’d remind him in the future that they needed to be quieter. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I had no other proof.”

Mae took a long breath clear that this was hard for her to recall and you were starting to feel guilty for even asking.

She continued on, “When Yoongi was about seven his mom got very sick and unfortunately passed away. I tried to visit him more, but as time went on his step dad cut me off more and more. I tried getting a court involved, but he was considered his legal guardian and without any significant proof there was nothing they could do. So I tried to do what I could. Over time I noticed a change in Yoongi. He was sadder, seemed more down on himself. I rarely ever saw that smile that used to melt my heart. He was having a hard time at school. The friends he had stopped hanging out with him. Then one day when he was around thirteen he said something back to his stepdad and his stepdad beat him so badly the neighbors ended up calling the police because of the noise.”

She stopped to take a shaky breath. Tears forming in her eyes. You hadn’t even noticed that you had started biting your bottom lip trying to stop your own tears from falling until the subtle taste of blood hit your tongue.

Once again she continued, “Thankfully his stepfather was arrested that night and eventually sentenced to forty five years in prison, but it was already too late and the damage was done. When I got to the hospital that night they started showing me different x-rays and scans and going over Yoongi’s injuries. It was worse than I had ever thought. There were old fractures that hadn’t healed correctly. Scars both fresh and old covered his body from where his stepfather would beat him with a tree branch or use his skin to put out his cigarettes. He had torn his shoulder at one point and because it was never properly taken care of he’s always in pain, even to this day. He had surgery to correct it, but it only helped a little. I cried in the hospital. He was released after a week and came to live here with me. I was taking him to therapy a couple times a week and he seemed to be getting on the right track. He was smiling more and getting a little more talkative. I had enrolled him in the high school here and he made a couple friends. I knew there’d always be a part of him that struggled, but I thought that maybe he was going to be able to move past all of this for the most part and go on to have a happy healthy life. When he was in his second to last year of high school there was going to be a big dance and after some convincing he asked a girl to go with him as a date and she said yes. So I got him a brand new suit and the day of the dance we went and picked out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I offered to drive him, but he didn’t want to be embarrassed by his grandma driving him around, you know how teenagers are. So I watched him walk out the door.”

Mae took a moment to composer herself by staring out the kitchen window. You in no way wanted to rush her.

She took another sip and then went on, “I was in the kitchen a little while later when I heard the front door swing open and slam back shut. I thought it was much too early for Yoongi to be home already and assumed it must be some guests so I cleaned myself up real quick and walked out to greet them, but instead…instead I found Yoongi with tears streaming down his cheeks and then I noticed his suit was covered in brightly colored paint. He still had the bouquet of flowers in his hand except they were now all damaged and dirty. He refused to tell me what happened and ran off to his room. Monday morning I went to the school and apparently the girl and some of her friends, including her actual date, were all waiting for Yoongi to show up at the school. When he got there they all poured cans of paint onto him and called him a freak and a monster. I was told that one of the other boys saw Yoongi’s scars when they were changing for gym class and started making fun of him for it. This girl had no intention of actually going to the dance with him and told him he was ugly and would never be loved because of the way he looked. I tried to have all of those kids reprimanded, but Yoongi refused to cooperate so the school said their hands were tied. He begged me to take him out of school and homeschool him instead which I did, but he’s been pretty much to himself ever since.”

By this point you were full on balling your eyes out. You hadn’t known him for very long, but you could just tell that he was such a sweet gentle person. You didn’t think there could possibly be any thing else that Mae could tell you, but she cleared her throat and went on,

“Honestly, I think the worst thing that ever happened to him was the letter he received from his biological father on his twenty first birthday. I actually still have the letter. I’ve been holding onto it because I think it would be beneficial for Yoongi to be the one to destroy it, but I don’t know how to bring it up to him.”

She slid the letter across the table to you. Shakily you opened it up and immediately noticed the tear smudged ink and you took a deep breath trying to compose yourself before diving in,

“To Yoongi,

You most likely have no idea who I am, but I am your biological father. I left not long after you were born and if my calculations are correct you should be twenty one years old today. You were born early, somehow I’m certain that was your mothers fault even though the doctors said it was not. Anyways, you were born very small and sick. The doctors did not know if you would make it and to be honest I spent most of the time hoping that you wouldn’t. I did not want the burden of having a son, especially a first born, that was weak and useless. I gave your mother an ultimatum, either abandon you and we will move on and have a child that will prosper and do well in life or she can keep you and I will leave. Obviously you see what she chose. I heard that your mother has passed away since then. She was an ignorant woman anyways, wasting her time with a child like you. I told her that you weren’t worth the time which has been proven by the fact that you still live with your grandmother working at that stupid inn. You’ll never be anything more than that. I don’t really know the point of this letter any more. I guess I’m just a little drunk and wanted to get this off my chest after all of these years. Yoongi, I do wish you well. Truly I do because I know deep down that you’ll never achieve it. With regret, Your Father.”

You don’t know at what point you went from crying to blood boiling anger, but it happened.

“What the actual fuck!”, you shouted slamming the letter down on the table. “Sorry, excuse my language.”, you said towards Mae suddenly feeling bad about your outburst. She chuckled, “Don’t worry dear. I said much much worse when I read that letter.”

You continued, “Seriously? Who does something like that? And to their own child on top of it? You walked out of his life let him be. That letter was completely unnecessary. I swear I’m gonna hunt him down and kill him myself.”

Mae shook her head, “No need Y/N. After he dropped the letter off at the post office he drunkingly crashed his car into a tree. Killed him instantly. Unfortunately though, Yoongi never really recovered from this letter. He’s been very reserved and depressed ever since. He’s refused therapy or any help that I offer. I’ve tried for many years to get him to make friends or find a partner or just get out of the house and experience life. I won’t be here forever and I want him to find someone and just be happy for the rest of his time.”

While you would normally never wish harm on anyone it did bring you some joy knowing that his father was no longer around and could never hurt Yoongi again.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to drop all of this on you, but I thought you should get an explanation for what you saw earlier and why he is the way that he is. Yoongi can be kind of jumpy around loud noises and sudden movements and things like that. Please don’t run away from him. I’ve seen him smile more in the week you’ve been here than he has in months. He just sees something in you. I can tell. Call it grandmas intuition if you will. I know you’ll soon have to go back home, but I’m really hoping that maybe you’ll keep in touch with him. No pressure of course. I wouldn’t blame you for not doing it, but I just really think you could be a big positive in his life.”, she said before walking her mug over to the sink.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I’m sure it was difficult to recount everything.”, you said almost in a whisper. She smiled before laying a hand on your shoulder, “Get some rest Y/N. I’m gonna head off to bed myself. These old bones are tired.”

As you laid in bed you could still hear the faint rumblings of thunder from miles away. You wondered what Yoongi was doing. You hoped he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, but you knew most like that wasn’t the case. It pained your heart to think about what he’d been through. No one deserved to ever have those things happen to them and you decided in that moment that you were going to try and help him. You yourself felt the connection that Mae keeps talking about and you were starting think that maybe things do happen for a reason.

The following morning when you woke up your body felt sore from the stress you experienced. Your first reaction was to go and find Yoongi, but you also knew that he was most likely going to feel embarrassed about what had happened the night before so you opted to take a seat at the desk and try to get some work done. After about an hour and only a couple paragraphs written the smell of bacon started to fill the air and the sound of your stomach grumbling in hunger followed not long after. In the kitchen you found Mae at the stove tending to the bacon. “Would you like some coffee Y/N?”, she smiled. You nodded happily taking the cup from her. Yoongi was already sitting at the table peeling some carrots and potatoes for what you assumed would become part of dinner later. You tried your best to act causally as you took a seat a chair away from him to give him some space.

Mae walked over and set a plate of eggs down in the middle of the table along with the bacon. After Yoongi cleared the vegetables that he was working on the three of you began eating your breakfast.

Mae peaked over at you and with a sly grin she began, “Y/N, thank you for bringing that strawberry pie from Taehyung’s last night. I already snuck a piece as I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh you’re very welcome. It did look delicious.”, you replied waiting to see where she was going with this.

“I’m going to make them a big pot of pork stew. It’ll be a good hearty meal for them while they work on the farm. I was thinking that maybe you and Yoongi could take it over to them when it’s finished.”

Now you get it. It was an easy yes for you. You really did like all of the boys from the farm and it would be a chance to spend a little time with Yoongi, but you couldn’t help but notice how red his cheeks had gotten once again and his shoulders visibly tensed. You weren’t going to force him by any means.

“Uh yeah sure that’s no problem for me. I can go alone though if Yoongi doesn’t want to go.”

“Yoongi would you be okay taking some stuff over to the farm with Y/N? For me please.”, Mae asked placing her hand on top of his.

“Okay.”, he whispered with his eyes focused on his lap.

A few hours later your little cart was packed up with a large pot of the stew and some fresh bread and jam. You and Yoongi headed off towards the farm. The first half of the walk was silent other than a few birds or rustle of leaves here or there.

“I’m sorry about last night. If I had known it was going to storm I would’ve stayed in my room to not disturb you.”, he spoke startling you out of your thoughts.

“Yoongi you don’t have to be sorry. And please don’t ever hide who you are from anyone. If they can’t handle who you are then they don’t deserve you in their life.”

He nodded in understanding pulling on his ear. A nervous habit of his. Feeling a little brave you reached for his hand to give it a light squeeze. He jumped slightly, but for a few seconds he let you hold him before removing his touch from yours. You were going to take that as a win.

Entering the strawberry farm you were quickly greeted by Jin and Namjoon. “Hi Y/N, didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”, Jin smiled.

“Mae wanted us to bring over some stew and bread as a thank you for the pie.”, you responded handing over the items from the cart. Jungkook appears out of nowhere excitedly grabbing the bread and jam from you.

“Jeeze I haven’t seen this kid all day, but as soon as food is involved he magically appears.”, Jin rolled his eyes. Taehyung came walking over after noticing your arrival. He wrapped you in a big hug and began making small talk. You could feel Yoongi’s presence behind you. He was almost using your body to shield himself away from everyone.

Taehyung gestured for you to follow him, “Y/N and Yoongi come on into the bakery. We’ve got a new strawberry milk latte we just put on the menu and I want your opinion. Personally I think it’s wayyyy too sweet, but Jin thinks it could be award winning.”

Jin scoffed, “You don’t even like coffee so your opinion means nothing.”

“I think it’s amazing.”, Jungkook added.

“You’d drink lake water and say it was good if we put a flavored milk in it.”, Namjoon quipped.

Chuckling at the argument going on infront of you it took about twelve steps before you realized your shadow was not behind you. When you turned you saw Yoongi was already walking back towards the path to the inn. Namjoon came up behind you and gave you a nudge in Yoongi’s direction and you knew what he meant. Jogging up next to him you reached for his arm, but opted not to as you’d quickly learned touch is not his first choice.

“Hey where are you going? Come hang out with us at the bakery.”, you said once you caught up to him.

He simply shook his head and kept walking.

“They’re really nice guys. They were asking about you yesterday. I think you’d really like them if you gave them a chance.”

Still he continued walking in silence. Without thinking you reached out to grab his arm just in an attempt to stop him, but he flinched.

“No. I just want to be left alone. Please.”, he whimpered near tears.

Instantly you backed off with your hands in the air to give him space and show that you weren’t going to touch him.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I won’t force you to hang out with them. I just wanted you to get to know them a little. I think it would be good for you.”

He ignored you and began walking back home again. You sent Taehyung a quick text apologizing for your sudden departure and letting him know you’d stop by on a different day to try the latte before you left. Yoongi walked surprisingly fast so you had to go back into a light jog to catch up. You decided to hang back a little and not walk right next to him so you weren’t suffocating him. You pretended not to notice him peeking back to look at you every once in a while.

As you walked you noticed a few cherry blossom trees just over a hill. You’d completely forgot about the trees and made yourself a mental note to go see them before you left Holly Falls. When you finally made it back to the inn Yoongi was waiting for you at the front door.

“You didn’t have to walk back with me. I’m an adult and I could walk back myself.”, he said with a pout.

“I know. I just wanted to come back with you.”

“But what about hanging out with them?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll go back another time. I’d rather hang out with you anyways.” His face instantly turned a deep shade of red.

“So tell me, what does Yoongi like to do in his spare time?”, you questioned.

“I’d rather just be alone to be honest.”

You wanted to push him harder, but you were concerned with what the outcome might be so instead you gave him a smile and watched as be walked inside letting the door close behind him. Dropping down to take a seat on the steps you let out a long sigh. This was going to be more difficult than you had imagined and to make matters worse you were only supposed to stay for another week.

“Excuse me miss, are there any rooms available?”, someone spoke making you to jump. Since your head was hanging you hadn’t noticed the young man walk up to the front door of the inn. You took in his appearance and noticed how exceptionally handsome he was.

“I just came from the main part of the town and there are no rooms available so it was suggested that I come over here.”, he continued.

“Oh um well I think there might be a couple rooms left, but I’m just a guest as well. If you head inside the check in desk is in the corner and they can help you out.”

The handsome man held out his hand for you, “Sorry I didn’t mean to assume anything. My name is Jimin by the way.”

You smiled graciously accepting his hand, “Y/N and no worries. Hopefully you can get a room. It would be nice to have another person around here to talk to and stuff.”

He chuckled, “Well I guess I better get in there then and see about a room.”

You gently leaned to the side to give home more space to get by before you returned back to wondering how you could get Yoongi to open up to you a little more without making him too uncomfortable.

After he had walked inside Yoongi took a deep breath and after a quick heated discussion with himself going over all the pros and cons he decided that giving you twenty minutes of his time to talk would be good for him and maybe over time he could work up the courage to actually spend time with you, maybe even like a date before you left. The thought of that made his head spin. Just as he was about to open the door to find you he heard your conversation with Jimin and how you said you were glad there was going to be someone else at the inn. He felt his heart crack at that. In Yoongi’s brain you were already done with him just like everyone else in his life, except his grandmother of course. He always managed to chase everyone away. He quickly accepted that he was a lost cause so he scurried off to be alone in his room before you or the new guest could see him. Once in his room he heard you introduce Jimin to Mae. Your voice sounded excited as you showed Jimin to his room just down the hall from yours.

Yoongi sat on his bed squeezing his favorite stuffed animal, a blue koala bear named Koya, a gift from his mother just before she had passed.

He heard you let out a loud laugh at something funny Jimin had said and he curled up on his bed feeling the tears start to fall.

He hated that he was like this. He wanted to be what he would consider normal, but there was this little part of his brain that always reminds him of what he’s been through and how many times he been told how unwanted and unloved he is. Even if he did manage to speak to you he’d never want to burden you with having someone like him in your life. He needs a lot of mental care and you don’t deserve to have someone that week. So he chose to lie in his bed squeezing his Koya a little closer every time he heard you laugh in the hallway wishing it was him that was making react like that instead. Your laugh was just as pretty as you are he thought. With each passing minute he could feel the panic setting in more and more and he eventually used the koala bear to muffle the sobs leaving his body not wanting to disturb you any further.

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Peaky boys and reader who teases them all day and then gets a portion of flip flops or rough fuck.

My morning starts with me going to your profile and watching updates. And my heart blazes when I see that something has come out. You're great!! 🖤

Ohhhh lovely what a sweet little message! Im sorry i know u sent this ages ago but im only just getting round to it now!! I’m so so sorry its taken me so long. I hope you'll like these <3

Tommy

🌿 Not a forgiving man. At all. He can hold a grudge and he does not appreciate being teased...

🌿 Especially not when he’s told you 100 times that he's busy, that he’s got a lot of work he should be focussing on, yet you still insist upon visiting him in his office, sitting yourself down on his desk so that he has no choice but to focus on you and not the work in question.

🌿 When he asks what you’re doing and you can hear the impatience in his voice so you open your legs slowly to show him you aren’t wearing any underwear, he struggles to hold back his temper... he can’t believe you’re really messing with him right now...

🌿 He also can’t believe he’s managing to resist you right now.

🌿 Sending you away is the last thing he wants to do but he does, his hands firm on your knees as he pushes your legs back together and refuses to show you how much he wants you.

🌿 If this is the game you want to play and you really think you can push your luck teasing him, then he’s going to tease you back twice as hard.

🌿 He’d lure you in, bringing you so close to him, then he’s whisper something incredibly dirty in your ear. He’d tell you to go home, go to your room, undress and wait for him, he'd promise you he wouldn’t be long

🌿 “If I come home and you have so much as a sock on you’ll be in trouble and not the kind you’re hoping for angel...”

🌿 And then he’d make you wait ALL day as punishment so that you weren’t sure whether he’d forgotten about you or not.

🌿 But trust me when he does get home you’re in for the roughest fuck of your life. He’s going to exhaust you so that you’ll know never to interrupt him and tease him again.

Alfie

🐻 Loves winding you up more than he cares to admit. In fact, the more he can tell you want him the more he wants to tease you.

🐻 He knows you so well that he can tell just from the smallest change in your demeanour that you’re pining for him... and he will use that against you.

🐻When he notices out the corner of his eye that you’ve dropped something on the floor on purpose so that you can bend down and give him a view to remember, he will make sure not to let you catch him looking, in fact he’ll make a show of busying himself somewhere else so that you know he really isn’t bothered by your efforts.

🐻He can keep this up all day... if you want him, you’re going to have to straight up beg him because he will purposefully ignore all your hints and subtleties just to torture you

🐻And if you don’t give up and start begging he will basically corner you into admitting to your tricks.

🐻 “Are you alright there poppet? You look like you want to tell me something... yeah actually, you haven’t stopped giving me those eyes all day... why don’t you come here yeah...”

🐻He’ll let you think for a moment that you’re finally going to get what you want but that isn’t how this is going to work. He’s going to tease and tease and tease.

🐻He’d turn his chair, pull it away from his desk and towards you, “Come on then darlin, come sit here in your old mans lap, talk to me yeah... don’t just float around my office giving me them eyes... you never know, I might be able to help...eh?”

🐻He’d make you sit in his lap, make you balance with your legs either side of one of his thighs and he’d make sure to apply just enough pressure making you squirm in his lap as he spoke to you. Then he’d draw it out, he’d have his hands on your waist and hips holding you still and in place, smirking at you, knowing he’s stopping you from being able to rub yourself on his thigh. “Now then poppet, why don’t you tell me what's going on... what you looking at me with those sad little eyes for... what do you want?”

🐻He’d be trailing his fingers over your skin, the cool metallic touch of his rings leaving goosebumps wherever they went.

🐻 He won’t let you go until you’ve admitted to what you want, and even then, he’d just lean back in his chair and tell you to show him how badly you wanted it, he’d make you get off grinding on his thigh, or have you sit on his desk and touch yourself, the whole time all you want is for him to touch you.

🐻 Might give you what you want if you put on a good enough show, but the chances are he’s going to make you edge yourself for a very long time before he decides you’ve earned a spoiling.

Arthur

🍂 You don’t really believe you’d get the chance to tease him?

🍂 Seriously, the first attempt at teasing him and he’s going to flip you over his desk and fuck you till your mind is blank and hazy.

🍂 He might seem on board with at first, he might laugh when you sit in his lap and grind on him before getting up, trying to leave him with a hard on and no satisfaction... but he isn’t going to let you go and you know it.

🍂 “where do you think you’re going darlin... get back here...”

🍂 If you don’t do as you’re told you can expect him to respond with force, getting up and following you out of his office, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, carrying you back and throwing you down onto his desk ready to teach you a lesson.

🍂 “You want to play games do you darlin, you thought you’d come down here and try to tease your Arthur did you? Well love, that ain't how this is gonna work...”

🍂 He’ll fuck you, hard fast and rough, fucking you from behind and spanking you, bending over you so that he can growl in your ear, so many degrading things.

🍂 “Wanted to try and be a little slut did you, wanted to play at being a fucking whore well I’ll make a whore out of you yet love, I’ll make you a fucking good whore...”

🍂 Won’t be quiet about it and will definitely use the racket you’re making to further your humiliation and punish you for misbehaving. He’ll remind you that everyone can hear you making all this noise, that everyone will know now how much of a little whore you are.

John

🌼 He can’t lie, he likes it when you try and tease him, in fact he loves it when you try to tease him. He likes all the effort you go to, he thinks its cue how desperate for his attention you are. He will ignore you at first just to make you work even harder

🌼 And, he’s a bastard about it, because he loves to tease you right back. Every time you make a move and try to tease him he’ll out manoeuvre you, luring you in, making you think he’s falling for your tricks and then just when you think you’ve won hell make his move, trick you into letting out a little moan for him when he slips his fingers between your legs and catches you out, or when he drags his teeth over the sensitive place on your neck only to push you away and pretend he’s hardly noticed you at all.

🌼 He will do it all day and what's worse, he’ll laugh at you. The more sexually frustrated you get the more he’ll tease and laugh because it’s so entertaining to him seeing you get flustered and frustrated and needy for him.

🌼 He doesn’t know why you always fall for his tricks either, you’d think a clever girl like you would know the fifth time he tells you to come sit in his lap and tell him what you want, that you’d tell him to fuck off. That you’d know he was only going to kiss your nose and smirk like a teenager saying something like “too bad sunbeam, that ain’t gonna happen...” and yet somehow he manages to dangle just enough hope in front of you that you fall for it every time.

🌼He’ll keep it up until you’re all teary eyed and sulky, until you genuinely look a little bit like you can’t take his teasing anymore. But before you get what you want he’ll have you on your knees beneath his desk looking up at him with wide doe eyes, telling him you’re sorry for being a tease and begging him to let you get what you want.

Bonnie

🍀 He's just as impatient as Arthur and he doesn’t like playing games however, he won’t respond at all like the Shelby because a) he isn’t about to lose his temper over sex and b) he would be worried about scaring you or being too aggressive with you

🍀 Also he knows what you’re like, he understands this game you like to play and he knows that if he’s patient and bides his time then he’ll get everything he wants and more.

🍀 He won’t really let you tease him though, at least he won’t let you frustrate him. He’ll enjoy how tactile you are with him and of course he’ll let his eyes linger on you when you walk with those swaying hips or you let the collar of your blouse slip down to reveal your shoulder.

🍀 He’ll let you inspire that possessive nature he has when it comes to you, he’ll let you wind him up and up and up until he’s about to snap and then when he’s really riled up he’ll steal you away somewhere the two of you can be alone.

🍀 There’ll be no words at first, just his body trapping you between him and the wall, his lips on yours his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, teeth colliding, biting your bottom lip.

🍀 He’d be just as desperate for you as you are him and he’d definitely take control, fucking you against the wall one hand on your hip the other on your throat.

🍀 He’d be so soft dom! about it, getting as close to you as he possibly can, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, making you look into his eyes the whole time, telling you not to close your eyes, talking you through your high with little demands and lots of praise.

🍀 If anything he’s rewarding you for being such a little tease.

🍀 The one thing which would potentially have him snap would be if in order to tease him you tried to flirt with another man, or you ignored Bonnie in favour of talking to other men, even if you weren’t flirting with them. That would bring out his competitive side and his jealous streak and then you’d really be in for it. He’d fuck you hard until you could hardly think anymore all the while telling you that you’re his girl, you belong to him. Asking you who you belong to, making you say it and then forcing you to quiet with his fingers or tongue in your mouth.

🍀 Overstimulates you as "punishment" he'll keep making you cum over and over, not letting youbrest, watching as your eyes roll back and your body shakes. He loves watching you loose control and exhaust yourself cumming for him and when you're sobbing and mumbling all tired and fucked out that it feels "too good" he'll talk so soft and sweet to you, "good girl, just one more baby you can take it, i know you can, just one more for me little dove,"

Isaiah

🐀Doesn’t like being teased by you, you’re his girl and he wants you to be obedient and respectful.

🐀 That being said he loves it when you show him how much you want him, how desperate for his attention you are. He knows that because you’re desperate for him you will do whatever he tells you and he loves the control over you he has

🐀 So if you’re being particularly naughty that day, trying to distract him, or trying to flirt with other people in front of him to draw his attention, he will snatch your wrist and take you to the bedroom where he will command you down onto your knees, deep throat fuck you until you’ve tears running down your cheeks.

🐀 But here's the thing, once he’s cum he’s going to coax you back up to his level, he’s going to let you think that he’s about to take pity on you and reward you for being so good for him and then

🐀 he’s going to sit down, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and have you climb into his lap, sit on his cock... when you’re expecting him to fuck you he’ll just smirk and shrug.

🐀 “Not just now eh love, someones got to teach you to be patient,” and then he’ll have you cockwarm him indefinitely. He’ll sit there with you balanced on his cock, forcing you to feel him going soft inside you, making you squirm and holding you still so that you can’t grind against him or get any satisfaction yourself... you’ll have to sit there being very still and well behaved even when you feel him getting hard again... every now and then just as you’re beginning to settle down in his lap he’ll twitch inside you and wake you right back up again

🐀 Then finally he’ll ask you whether you’re sorry, make you promise to be a good girl from now on. He won’t let you cum though, he’ll just say something like “maybe next time sweetheart,” and then leave you on your own to teach you a lesson.

🐀 He'd better not come back to find you trying to satisfy yourself or there will be serious trouble

Michael

☘️ Doesn’t like to be denied anything because he’s lowkey spoiled and entitled. If you try to tease him he’ll be like... “the audacity :o” and he won’t know what to do.... at first

☘️ He’ll be pretty quick to think up a way to punish you, the whole plan being to make sure you know never to try and tease him again

☘️ At first he’d straight up ignore you, at least he’d try to, he isn’t very good at hiding the way he feels and his frustration would be so clear on his face and in his demeanour. So you would know you were winning.

☘️ Then he’s start his assault on you, subtle at first, little caresses and touches, double meanings when he whispers something dirty in your ear.

☘️ It won’t matter whether you’re alone or in a room full of other people, his tactics will be the same

☘️ He’d slide his hand up your skirt slowly, really slowly, maybe making it a little further up every time he tried it, before dragging it away and pretending as if he hadn’t done a thing.

☘️ He’d have you sitting beside him, opposite Tommy Shelby, forcing you to try and keep quiet when his fingers have slipped between your thighs and are stroking over the lace of your underwear.

☘️ he has so many little tricks to build you up and up and up only to deny you satisfaction every single time. Each time he tries something its more intense and yet still with no reward.

☘️ By the end of the day you don’t know what to do with yourself, you’re up and down so much you’re exhausted, your poor heart and clit cannot take much more of these acrobatics.

☘️ He will not let you sleep, once you’re in bed together thats when his fun and your punishment really begins. He’ll keep bringing you up, taking you so close to your high only to pull away and give you nothing, leaving you begging for him to let you cum.

☘️ He’ll edge you like that until you’re crying and begging for him to stop but like Isaiah he won’t let you cum, he’ll make you suck his dick and have you apologise for being a little tease and then afterwards he’ll ask you whether you’ve learnt your lesson.

☘️ “Are you going to try all that nonsense again y/n or do you think you’ve learned your lesson now?”

#Peaky Blinders x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders headcannons #Bonnie Gold x Reader #Tommy Shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Alfie solomans x reader #John Shelby x reader #Michael gray x reader

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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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Surprising Facts (pt.2)

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts (pt.2)

Characters: Vlad, Theodorus Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh

Warnings: first grade English (lol), ooc suitors?, gn!reader/fem!reader

Notes: Guys, I got another request OMG! I'm jumping like a child who sees something they like (／⩾ ω＼). So @vanadeyeira asked me if I could make this prompt with Vlad, Theo, and Vicent and who am I to deny? So here I am writing this at 5:30 am (Nov 16) and God knows when I'll finish lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoy! (Update: I finished this today at 10:00 am lol)

Vlad

Vlad has been alive for centuries, darling, so he knows quite a lot.

But like Le Comte, he's not fully aware of things from the modern era so you might as well surprise him with "modern" facts.

"The Vatican City is the smallest country in the world."

"Vatican City?"

"You'll know in... a few years, hehe."

He's not surprised you know so much. Actually, he's happy!

Just... try to keep the creepy facts for yourself.

"There are around 150 bodies of dead hikers on Mount Everest and they're used as landmarks."

"Interesting way to use a body..."

Could gladly hear you all day telling him random facts and also explaining. He just loves listening to you.

Especially when talking about flowers.

"Is this... a gardenia?" You asked, looking at the flowers Vlad gifted you.

"It sure is." Vlad smiled at you.

You looked at the flowers with a smile and carefully picked them up.

"Did you know that gardenias mean love, purity, and refinement?"

Vlad chuckled softly and kissed your hand.

"I do, that's why I chose to gift you them."

Theodorus Van Gogh

"Did you know women can lactate without being pregnant?"

"You're getting on my last nerve, hondje."

Now what's with the random information?

Why are you telling him that? He didn't ask, so why are you telling him?

He doesn't get annoyed over the fact you know stuff, he's annoyed because you say it out of nowhere and he can't expect what you'll say.

“Did you know that buttermilk doesn’t contain any butter?”

“Ok, that’s it. Get out.”

There was a period of time where you stopped telling him the random information you know.

He got genuinely worried and rushed into your room.

You explained it was because you knew it annoyed him so you decided to stop.

“...You’re way too silly, hondje.”

It may catch him off guard, but it’s you who’s telling him. How can he say no to you?

Even if he says it annoys him, he secretly hears and tries to remember everything you say.

Vincent Van Gogh

"You know, neuroscientists say that love is as strong as illegal drugs."

"Oh? Well then, guess I'm always high for you."

He either chuckles or asks more about what you're talking about.

Loves hearing you talk. That little sparkle in your eyes and the excitement you have when explaining is adorable to him.

Though he's always interested in what you say, he shows way more interest when you talk to him about art facts.

"Apparently, studying and pursuing art is closely linked to improved reading and math skills."

"Huh, really? That sure is interesting... I wonder how people associate reading and math with art."

Getting a little more romantic, he sits you on his lap while you continue to tell him about random things you know about art and other stuff.

"I could listen to you all day, sunshine. I can never get bored when I'm around you."

#headcanons #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #otome game #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp #ikemen games #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp vincent #my wiritng #ikemen vincent #ikemen theo #ikemen vlad

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separatist-apologist · 8 months

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You know what?

I am SO TIRED of being told I have to be nice to people who come into my askbox and take shots at me. When I got on this stupid website literally TWO WEEKS ago and B E G G E D people to be understanding because I was drowning under pressure and I needed to take a step back so I could remain in the fandom and ya'll liked it and said, "of course- take care of you!" without mentioning the addendum "unless it's the thing I enjoy reading".

So it's okay for people to come into my askbox on anon and tell me I'm a shitty person for not engaging with them the way they want to- to send MULTIPLE anons about it.

To come into my askbox and take shots at my perceived religion, a fact I've never shared widely on this app, and demand to know if I wasn't updating because of my "high holidays" which. Ok.

To log out of their profile not even 24 hours later and leave a rude comment on that same fic demanding I update.

And then to have people I consider friends VAGUE me (WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?) about how I need to be nicer to people who you ADMIT were entitled and RUDE. Because fundamentally a lot of ya'll do not see me as a person who should be allowed to feel anything but gratitude.

I didn't do anything. I didn't chase someone off- people own their own actions. I have spent enough time being kind to this fandom that frankly, just does not deserve the constant benefit of the doubt. People have routinely stolen my stories often word for word and I've told my friends to keep from putting them on blast and worked it out privately or just swallowed the frustration. I've deleted and blocked COUNTLESS anons, more than you can EVER count, and still they return, lessons unlearned. I've been the subject of the dumbest harassment from people I didn't know even existed.

I'm just trying to have a modicum of fun. I am just begging people to offer me the smallest amount of grace as I am SCREAMING that I!!! AM!!! STRUGGLING!!!!!

To show up- as someone I considered a friend, and write a post that I needed to do better in the face of what was objectively both shitty AND unfair, is just a wild take. You could have messaged me privately. ANY OF YOU COULD HAVE, including the original person looking for an update and this was the route you all chose instead.

Why don't you guys, for once, take some responsibility for your own actions? And leave me the fuck alone.

#jesus fucking christ

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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Flashbacks of You. (c.f)

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Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven’s Twin)

Summary: flashback moments from you and conrad growing up. part three to the 'isn't the same without you' series!

isn't the same without you (part one), for you, always (part two), making you blush (part four)

Warnings: mainly fluff! little angst but comfort. mentions of cancer. first kiss...

a/n: SURPRISE FOR THE EARLY UPDATE!! you guys convinced me to do another so i thought the best thing for a third part would be flashbacks filled with very domestic fluffy moments of these two idiots who are together but are too pussy to make it official!

Age 7

“Can I sign your cast?” Conrad asked from beside you.

“Can I sign yours?” you threw back.

“Duh, why do you think I asked to sign yours,” he laughed.

You ran inside to grab a sharpie tripping on your way to the door.

“Don’t break another arm,” you hear Conrad tease.

Age 10

Your favorite part of the year was coming back to Cousins and spending time with the one and only, Conrad Fisher. Being separated for most of the year was hard on both of you. Neither of you really seemed to care for others while you were beside each other. Susannah would always say she saw a future with you two.

You guys shared a bunk bed in Conrad’s room with you being on the bottom bunk because of your fear of falling off the edge of the top. Though it seems Conrad never really spent much time on the top bunk, he would end up squeezing next to you at night wanting to talk more before going to bed. As your guys trailed off your conversations, you also seemed to dose off and fall asleep next to each other.

Even from a young age you always picked each other's side of an argument or situation. Others found this extremely annoying knowing it would always be a 2 versus 1 if you came to a confrontation with one of them. Especially Steven.

“Steven, give it back,” you whined as he dangled your headphone above your head due to his sudden growth spurt that you seemed to lack.

“No, this is too fun,” he snorted at you.

“Ok, I get it you’re tall now, but come on I just want them back before you end up breaking them,” you scoffed.

“Steven, give it back to her,” you hear from behind you as Steven hands back the headphones with a frown walking away.

Conrad always had your back and defended you in as many ways as he could. He loved the sense of being able to protect you from even the smallest things. The best part was everyone kind of listened to him with him being the oldest out of all of us.

“Thanks, Connie,” you said appreciatively looking up to meet his eyes.

“Anytime.”

Age 12

“You’ve always had the most gorgeous blue eyes, Con,” you confessed to him.

“What about them?” he asked confused.

“They’re so pretty, you know. Like as someone who has brown eyes, yours are much cooler.” you talked staring into his eyes to get a better look.

“Y/N, well you have a pretty smile,” he complimented you.

“You’re just saying that so you don’t seem rude.”

“When have I cared about being rude?”

“Actually, fair point.”

“Exactly.”

“How’s football going? Is your dad still pushing you to do it?” you asked.

“Yeah, he is, but it’s going great actually. The coach says I got some potential or something like that apparently.”

“It’s because you’re amazing, Conrad. Take pride in that.”

Age 15

From a very young age, you both showed the potential to be something more when you guys grew older. It was a shock to the families to hear about other significant others as you grew older and matured. Though as bad as it sounds your friendship was never strained during them.

Finding out Susannah had cancer was tough on everyone. Nobody could ever imagine a life without her. Conrad took it worse than everyone though he felt like he could’ve done something to prevent it in reality there was nothing he could do. The second you guys were alone when you came back to Cousins. He told you all his worries about Susannah.

That was the best part of your guys’ friendship (relationship) is that you would always be able to confide in each other. No judgment would ever be made.

"There's no shame in crying, Conrad. I promise. It’s just me," you spoke softly into his ear as he clutched onto your sides, burying his head into your neck. You held him as you played with the hairs on the back of his neck as he tried to hold in the tears but simply couldn’t.

“I can’t lose her, Y/N,” he muttered.

“And you won’t. Susannah’s strong. She’s the strongest person I know, and she will get through this. You know your mom she’s a fighter.”

“Thank you for being here.”

“I'll always be by your side.”

“I love you,” he said as he pulled back a little to look into your eyes.

“And, I love you,” you responded as you laid a gentle kiss on his forehead, he blushed.

Age 16

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” you heard from around the room as you walked into your house.

You looked around to see so many faces of the people you loved. You saw your parents, Steven, Belly, Taylor, a couple of your friends, and Steven’s, then you saw the Fishers standing to the side with bright smiles on their faces. Your eyes traveled to them one by one until you saw Conrad Fisher.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Susannah spoke to you.

“Hey, birthday girl,” Jeremiah said.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Adam added.

“Happy birthday, love,” Conrad finished.

You squealed at the sight of them. You ran to Conrad tackling him into a hug as you peppered kisses over his face.

“You’re here,” you said still in shock.

“Of course, I am,” he smirked. He let you go so you could greet the other people in the room and thank them. Everyone could see the love in his eyes as he watched you interact with everyone.

“Happy birthday, sis,” Steven laughed at your facial expression. He had just gotten back from a trip with your guys’ dad. You thought he would be gone for your shared birthday but everything was planned to surprise you.

“I’m so glad, you made it in time.” you joked as you did a handshake you forced him to learn when you guys were seven.

“How could I miss our birthday?” Steven claimed.

“Cause you said you would?” you mocked.

“Oh, shove you, dork. Go back to lover boy he might miss you,” he grinned as you shoved him with your shoulder as you walked to Conrad.

“Hey,” you greeted him as he turned his attention away from his brother to you.

“Hello to you too.”

“Come to the backyard with me?” you asked him.

“Yeah sure,” he answered.

“So how’s your birthday?” he asked as you two walked outside sitting under the shade.

“Better with you here,” you admitted.

“I missed you,” he confessed taking your hand in his.

“I miss you too. Like all the time,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze.

“It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not want to kiss you,” he muttered under his breath hoping you wouldn’t notice but you did.

“Then why don’t you?” you said as the words slipped out of your mouth.

It felt like time stopped as he searched your face for any signs of hesitation, but there weren’t any. You had just turned sixteen but never had your first kiss yet. You were sure he knew that, but you hoped he didn’t notice your lack of experience. He leaned into you slightly like he was waiting for you to stop him, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You leaned more in until you felt his breath fan over your face.

“Kiss me,” you whispered against his lips.

His lips pressed yours as his hand went to your waist. You responded immediately to the kiss putting your hand against his cheek. As he deepened the kiss his grip on your waist tighten as well. You let out a small gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Both of you fought for dominance but ended up with him winning. You pulled back enough to take in some air allowing Conrad to catch his breath as well.

Each looking back at the other's lips waiting for the next move. Conrad pulls you so you're straddled on top of him as he reconnects your lips. You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss firmly keeping your hips in place from moving any further. Your lips parted from each other but stayed in the same position.

“I have your gift. Do you want it now?” he said moving one of his hands to his pocket and taking out a small box and showing it to you.

“Sure,” you said flushed taking the box in your hand as you unwrapped your arms from his neck.

“I thought you’d like it since you’re like obsessed with like space and stuff. I got a matching ring to it too you see. It’s okay if you don’t like it though I can totally get you something else if you want,” he rambled as you took out a moon and star necklace that matched a signet ring that rested on his left pinky.

“I love it, Con. Thank you,” you giggled pressing a light kiss on his lips.

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untaemedqueen · 11 months

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 11.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

"Did you pack enough stuff in your bag?" Jeongguk inquires, tilting his head to look at you as he drives your car towards his apartment.

"Yes," you reply with a laugh.

"Enough stuff to last a lifetime?" he jeers with a soft smile.

You packed enough clothes for multiple days even if your brain was screaming at you to be reasonable but with Guk you can't really help it.

He was so excited to take you home with him that you didn't even feel human, you felt as if you were a beautiful piece of art or the sweetest pet known to man. So when he finally got you in the car to go stay with him at his apartment, you too felt overjoyed.

"Taehyung and Jimin are gonna come over later, I promised to cook them dinner," the escort announces, pulling up to his block.

You've heard so much about his two friends while laying beside one another that it almost makes you feel nervous about meeting them. Which is a feeling you're certainly not used to.

"What if they don't like me?" you find yourself asking as he parks the car.

When he shuts off the engine, he tilts his head towards you, eyebrow cocked with a disbelieving expression. "Why would they not like you? You're incredible, baby."

The compliment sends your stomach coiling and your mind reeling instantaneously. But you're pulled back to reality when his soft, warm hand coasts over your cheek sweetly.

"Well my personality isn't for everyone and what if--"

"Baby," Jeongguk cuts you off sweetly, leaning in just the smallest bit closer, "your personality is astounding. Jimin and Tae can be idiots but they would never treat you wrongly. They know how much this means to me, how much you mean to me. They're going to love you."

You've always been under the impression that the sudden romantic relationship you've entered has had a profound impact on the handsome escort but it's never really sunk in until now.

You mean something to this man.

Strangely, it doesn't put you off of him for a second. You want to get to know him more, you want more of these talks and more of these feelings.

You're for once willing to open up to someone and let them in.

Fuck being scared and cold, you're personality is basically rewriting itself with every earnest word he speaks and you're in love with that notion.

"Ready?" Guk asks, grabbing your bag from the backseat and pulling it over the middle console.

"Yes," you reply sweetly.

You're ready for pretty much anything now, Jeongguk is absolutely worth it.

The apartment building the escort lives in is simple but you find it apt for him and his personality. The hallways are lined with cream wallpaper that have tiny lines decorating them vertically that somehow makes it feel homey and comfortable. The sconces on the walls are simple pewter and the light they give off is just the slightest bit yellow which compliments the wallpaper and the dark gray carpet underfoot.

The escort looks in his element here, slinging your expensive bag over his shoulder he glides down the hallway with confidence. To see someone in their own home is usually the most eye opening thing, you can see their comfort level, what they like, how they act in a place of their own.

For you, your mansion was never really home so you aren't sure what people can see about you when you're inside of it.

Guk whistles a sweet tune that carries through the stagnant air as he rounds the corner of the hall and he slings his arm over your shoulders with a smirk. "4D, this is us."

Us.

You aren't sure if he plans out the things that he's going to say or if he really is just the sweetest, smoothest person of all time.

"Brace yourself," he whispers happily.

Your body goes almost rigid on his command, hearing nail scratches behind the front door of his apartment.

"He's a big dude," the escort whispers, putting the key in the lock.

"Hawking, step back," Jeongguk calls through the door with a laugh.

When he cracks the door open, you can see the huge door excitedly wagging his tail, hoping to welcome his owner home.

"We have a guest!" Guk cheers, stepping inside the apartment and waiting for you with a smile.

When you step inside the large black great dane is up to your waist and he's not paying a lick of attention to you as he runs around his owner happily greeting him home.

When the escort laughs vibrantly, crouching down to accept the love, your heart flutters sweetly inside of your chest. He looks up at you with his soft doe eyes and you immediately feel warmth spreading through your limbs like a drug.

"Look! Isn't daddy's girlfriend so pretty?" Guk coos, standing up tall.

Your skin raises goosebumps at the simple word and you're taken aback by how naturally it rolls off his tongue.

"Hi Hawking," you whisper, petting the top off his head.

"You are my girlfriend, right? I'd hate to lie to man's best friend," the escort quips, setting down your bag on the couch.

Hawking licks your hand sweetly and you want to just sit down beside him and hold him for days, he looks up at you so sweetly that it makes you feel like mush.

When you have a chance to look around the apartment you notice how completely clean it is. There's not a piece of dust or a crumb anywhere in sight. Not to mention how bright and open it is with all the windows around.

The escort has comfortable furniture and the house feels more lived in, something you would never feel in the dark mansion you own.

"Sit down," your boyfriend insists, throwing himself down on the couch.

He opens his arms, narrowing his eyes at Hawking who tries to jump on the couch before you.

You can tell that you're moving awkwardly already, especially when your muscles strain awkwardly to sit down.

The escort can tell almost immediately how uncomfortable you are and he tries to help by running a soothing hand over your exposed thigh.

"What do you want me to make for dinner?" he inquires, brushing some hair back behind your ear.

The question distracts you and suddenly you're too concerned with your thoughts that you sag comfortably against him and the couch.

"I can just order something for all of us," you suggest, looking over at him.

He shakes his head, groaning loudly when his large dog jumps on the couch and lays their weight on him.

"You're not a Yorkie, buddy. Jesus!" he wheezes, petting Hawking as he lays his head over your lap.

"He's really cute," you whisper, smiling down at him.

"The guys like it," Guk announces, stretching his legs out and putting them atop his coffee table.

Raising an eyebrow, you tilt your head to look at him in confusion.

"Jimin and Taehyung," he clarifies, kissing your cheek, "they like my cooking."

"I didn't know you cook," you reply, allowing him to pull you closer.

"I love cooking. Hopefully you'll enjoy it too. I'll even make you dessert," the escort whispers, winking.

"What kind?" you inquire innocently, looking around the living room.

"Somethin' real tasty," he answers, slapping your inner thigh just hard enough to produce a sting that makes you suck a shallow breath between your teeth.

"How does Coq au Vin sound?" your boyfriend asks, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If you can make that, sure," you whisper, running your hand over Hawking's head when he begins to doze off on your lap.

"Oh, baby, I can make anything," he promises, sliding his dog off his lap to get up.

Being in this apartment with this man makes you really feel like this is something that you can get used to.

You can already feel yourself opening up, you want to experience these things again even if you fight it every step of the way.

Jeongguk is not Jasper.

He's not out to hurt you.

You keep reminding yourself over and over again but it isn't as easy as just berating yourself for being so closed off.

The apartment smells simply divine, the aroma of red wine and perfectly cooked vegetables permeate the air wonderfully.

Jeongguk truly is amazing at everything.

The gentle pop music that echoes throughout the apartment and the sight of your handsome man cooking dinner has allowed you to relax to the fullest extent possible.

Currently, you're lying long ways on the large black couch with Hawking beside you. For such a big dog he truly is incredibly gentle.

The escort moves with such grace around his kitchen. Even though it's small and cozy, he makes it seem like he's in a restaurant.

Jeongguk hums melodically to the current song that plays, bringing a spoon coated in the stew liquid to his mouth.

You watch with rapt fascination as he enters the spoon past his lips and he nods to himself before grabbing the pepper and eyeballing more into the pot.

Hawking licks at your elbow for attention and you realize you've stopped paying attention to anything else. You're enraptured with the shirtless man making you dinner in his apartment.

You give a kind smile to the dog, going back to mindlessly petting him.

When Jeongguk claps, you tilt your head to watch his arm muscles flex and contort with the movement.

After putting the pot in the oven, he turns his head to look at you only to realize you've been staring for quite some time. He smiles widely at the sight of your innocent eyes and he winks at you fof good measure.

"What do you think?" he asks, holding up two different bottles of red wine.

"The Marquise is good for deep dishes like this one," you reply, pointing to the left bottle.

"Perfect," he smiles, setting down the left one and grabbing the wine opener for the right one.

This is so domestic.

You would never think that this is something you would be doing on a random Thursday.

Your boyfriend brings over a glass for you, filled perfectly to the curve of the glass.

"My dad used to be a line cook so I know some stuff about cheffing it up," Guk says, handing you the glass.

"It smells amazing!" you reply earnestly.

He lifts your ankles, sitting down at the end of the couch and narrowing his eyes playfully at his dog who simply lays his head on your breast lazily.

"You can change and get comfy y'know, you look too good in that expensive dress to be sitting on a couch covered in dog hair," your boyfriend offers, running his fingers thoughtlessly over your calf.

"I wanna make a good first impression," you avow, taking a sip of the wine.

It's the truth, really. Jimin and Taehyung are probably incredibly protective of him. They helped him through everything with Chloe, it's only right that they have their reservations about you.

Hell, you even have reservations about you.

"Just be yourself and they're going to love you," Guk promises, angling himself closer to you.

You set the wine down on the coffee table, letting the pop you don't normally listen to wrap you in a comforting blanket of melodic tones.

"Y'know," your boyfriend breathes, smirking wickedly at you, "I can always get you naked and make you change."

You laugh softly, adoring how his mocha orbs become lustfully playful at the drop of a hat.

"Oh really?" you counter, knowing full well that Hawking is so large that there wouldn't be any way to do anything sexual.

"Mhm," he cajoles, clicking his teeth sharply, "Hawk, get down, bud."

The dog heeds his owners words, jumping off and over the arm of the couch easily.

Okay.

An oversight on your part.

"Uh," you breathe, looking at the door.

The escort slides between your thighs and he notches an eyebrow at your flustered expression. "They don't have a key."

He kisses up what is exposed on your thighs and you can simply only squirm lustfully under his touch.

"Lemme give you your dessert before dinner," he mumbles against your skin.

Your fingers card through his long black locks and right when you reach the apex of your thighs, the door's lock begins to open.

Guk is so flustered by the loud noise that he recoils so fast from you he almost pulls a muscle in his neck.

"Oh honey, we're home!" Jimin yells, thrusting the door open.

You look up wide eyed, slowly closing your knees and the older man immediately knows he's intruded upon something.

"What're you crazy kids doin'?" he guffaws, clearly not bothered by the flustered sight of you both.

"Where did you get a key?!" Jeongguk gasps, tossing the throw blanket on the top of the couch over your legs.

Taehyung steps inside politely, nodding his salutations to you.

"You should really keep track of your belongings, Gukkie. I took your spare when we were here last time! You should be grateful. What if you end up choking one day and I'm the only one that can save you," Jimin replies happily, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Seems like he was about to be choking on something else," Taehyung muses with a smirk, giving you a once over.

"This is Taehyung and Jimin," your boyfriend whispers softly, extending a hand from one to the other.

Oh.

This evening is going to be interesting.

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sapphic-gardn · 6 months

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update on my life & why i’ve been so MIA

tw: talks about anxiety & a sick puppy

hi all,

i feel like i owe you an explanation as to why i haven’t been posting my writing or keeping up with my mutuals’ writing.

most of you probably follow me for my fics and it’s been almost two months since i’ve posted anything. im sorry, i might start posting my writing again in the upcoming month, but i can’t make any promises.

at first, it started out as writer’s block—my creative process was absolute shit so i just kept scrapping everything i wrote.

then out of nowhere my anxiety got really bad, i was having panic attacks almost every day over the smallest things and writing just seemed like a daunting task to me.

my anxiety continues to torment me every day (lol 👍) but i recently adopted two puppies who are my whole world. they have kept me so busy, i’m constantly chasing them down and getting puppy kisses, leaving me zero time to write, unfortunately. last week, i was seeing some progress on the horizon mental health wise, however, the past 36 hours have been extremely stressful. one of the puppies is very very sick with diarrhea and is vomiting. he is only 13 weeks old and his little body can’t handle that much stress. he is resting now and we are treating his symptoms. we do not know what’s caused this. but basically this turn of events has made me mentally just exhausted. i’ve barely gotten any sleep and i just don’t have any desire to write or read anything right now.

i’ll be active on here sporadically. i promise i’ll get my work out to you guys as soon as possible and start reading/reblogging other creators’ stories on here when i feel up to it. i’m so sorry for not delivering. i love you & thank you for reading if you got this far.

#jenispunk talks #hi i’m sorry

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Chainsaw Man, ch 121

(Hi, I’ll start doing Chainsaw man updates/analysis for every chapter now since I rlly want to talk about it (I have no one to talk to about it irl, and I like to express my thoughts on things). I apologise for my poor grammar in advance- my writing style is rant-like and difficult to read, I hope it’ll get better as I do more of these. CSM has been my biggest interest for so long and I just love it soso much so feel free to talk to me about it anytime!)

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Anyways, to today’s chapter- (121, Theory of Happiness) Spoiler warning!!

I’ll start with the title. This is probably my favourite title so far, not only does it summarise the message of the chapter well, it really resonates with me as well. It’s interesting to see how different people attain their happiness, while some people are constantly in a cheery mood, others might find it more difficult to gain happiness. Not only this, people attain happiness from all sorts of things. You can’t just ask someone to “be happy”, happiness is a naturally occurring emotional response that could not be forced. A lot of the recent chapters focus on relationships and how one may gain happiness through these connections. Asa is in a situation right now where is just so lonely, she has lost everyone in her life and is currently at a very low point. She gains happiness in the early chapters and then looses them in the blink of an eye. Her happiness is temporary, short lived. I feel terrible for her. Whereas Denji receives all this attention from groups of thirsty fans, but he seeks for a deep emotional connection- someone who is willing to accept the boy behind the facade and love him for who he really is. Asa has a high quality of life, there’s no evidence of her being broke, and she lives in nice conditions. But she is alone, her parents are gone- there’s no one she can talk to, no one to reassure her and tell her that she matters. Denji on the other hand, has lived a terrible life, and has lived in the worst of conditions. He was starving, broke, uneducated- but he was able to attain minimal happiness through the smallest of things, talking about his dreams with Pochita- finding small things in his life to be grateful of. I love this contrast that Fujimoto made.

Interestingly, just a few days ago- I was talking with my mom. I was going through a depressive episode and I began talking about how I find it so difficult to attain my happiness. I’m financially stable, I have a great family, and I’m living a rather fortunate life- then why am I so sad all the time. I get all emotional over minor things, I worry too much and it tears me apart. And my mom agreed, she felt the same. I felt like a brat, a terrible child, I knew perfectly that there were people all around me suffering to much greater extents but I was only worrying about myself. This chapter came out at a perfect time.

Asa lights up to the minimal attention someone gives her- she’s so starved from love it makes me want to cry. She gets so confident the moment Denji gives her the smallest compliment, and she quickly gets so emotionally affected by abandonment. It was also sad and funny to see how much Asa was trying to cope with her situation last chapter- I love her monologues and long-winded infodumps, I do the exact same. It makes me feel less alone. Asa struggles to admit that she desperately needs this love right now- her happiness almost depends on the people around her. She holds a distinct set of values that guide her through life without realising that she contradicts it- she makes up he mind that she prefers isolation then immediately gets all flustered when Yoshida does the bare minimum. I wish she could realise how much she needs a secure friendship right now- Asa being so sad right now makes me want to disintegrate.

The chainsaw plush on the first page was cute. I wonder who put it there- I bet it was Iseumi. There were several moments in the chapter that reminded me of the reoccurring theme of “fame” in CSM so far and I would like to elaborate on it. Just from the plush, we can see that Chainsaw Man is a famous and impactful figure in the world of CSM right now, there have been several mentions of Chainsaw Man merchandise so far- like the chainsaw man bun and stickers that were talked about in 98. There is also the chainsaw man open call that might occur soon. We have managed to get a glimpse about how the public views and treats Chainsaw man, we see all these false claims about him in 103- while some people almost objectify CSM and worship him like a god (cough cough Iseumi), some despise him. While Chainsaw man is constantly being showered with praise, and at the same time- hate. All of this is directed towards a figure who is entirely a facade. No one knows about the broke, single father boy that lies beneath the mask. A high schooler who is a loser, who is lonely, who is under the control of a demonic gremlin child at home. Yoshida mentioned the importance of “parasocial relationships” on the third page of today’s chapter, I found that interesting- it almost felt like Fujimoto was referring to his own audience. About their obsession with his characters, their obsession with him as a writer without knowing who he really is. The chainsaw man figure lies helpless, defensiveness on the couch, listening to Asa and Yoshida’s conversation- he hears everything, but does not have the power to interfere. That’s the same as Denji’s situation, he is literally Chainsaw Man, a highly recognised and appreciated figure- but he is unable to be recognised for his true self. He is under the control of two people- Yoshida, who prevents him from breaking this facade and revealing his true identity to the public. Denji first-handedly hears all this criticism about chainsaw man in 103, but is then immediately shut off when he tries to prove his point. Denji has no voice in society, no one listens to him, know one appreciates him for who he is. And Nayuta, someone who controls Denji’s relationships with people, shutting them out from his life and harming them. Despite Chainsaw Man getting all this fame, none of them is directed towards Denji. I think the next few chapters will heavily explore with his relationship with playing the role of Chainsaw Man- is it really worth it, pretending to be someone else your whole life just to feed of ungenuine praise?

It was creepy to see a dead body fall from the sky while Asa was contemplating suicide. It was unexpected and impactful.

This almost reminds me of Asa’s reoccurring dream. She runs through the corridor, trying to not step on the dead chickens that obstruct her path. She couldn’t help but step on them- getting close to the impending darkness that lies ahead. Asa walks across the path, clouded by her own thoughts. Then boom- dead person falls from the sky. Asa had no control over the situation, she just happened to be there when the dead body fell off. Same as the dream. The chapter ends with people staring down at her from a tall building- The gaze is intrusive, accusational. Almost as if Asa had just fucked up- then the chapter ends on this cliffhanger. (And we have to wait 14 days)

The panelling was beautiful in this chapter, Fujimoto has done it again. The contrast between Denji and Asa’s expression on page 10 was (chef’s kiss). While Denji is trying to convince himself that Chainsaw Man will bring him happiness (a false sense of happiness), Asa looks awful- she looks so sad. I expect that Denji will get a reality check soon, then fall into Asa’s current position as well.

Second coolest page was page 5, bravo Fujimoto. Dude built the suspense by zooming into Asa’s face and Yoshida’s lips then boom- (next page) Yoshida steps out of the closet and breaks the tension. Props for coming out

I’m getting tired, that’s it for now

Side note- I love how Nayuta slapped Denji’s ass ahhaaha

#csm #chainsaw man #csm 121 #asa mitaka #denji #yoshida hirofumi #asaden #yoshida is so gay ily #autism #denji hayakawa #Chainsaw man 121 #Chainsaw man #Asa #csm analysis

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An Eye for an Eye (part 19)

A/N: Winter break is over so the updates will be less frequent. I was thinking maybe every Sunday. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Word Count: 3245

All chapters: MASTERLIST

Aemond stood speechless for a moment, gaping at Daenys. A muscle in his jaw clenched as he tried to find his voice, tried to find a response to what she had said.

"Forget I said anything. It is not like you would understand the sentiment anyways. It is obvious you missed that lesson husband."

"Love does not need lessons," Aemond finally responded.

Daenys scoffed at him and then turned to Helaena with a smile, "I must take my leave now. I do hope for your discretion regarding all this. It is best it not be known that I was here tonight."

"Wait you can't go," Aemond stated abruptly.

"Oh? And who is going to stop me? Do not tell me it will be you. This is not Storm's End and I am not afraid to shed blood here if you so much as come near me!"

Aemond swore internally. Why was it that he always ended up saying the wrong thing around her. Whatever he said only seemed to make her angrier and he didn't know how to convey that his words came from a place of concern, that he was worried about her. He could not bear the thought of sending her home in the condition she was in right now, bruised and bloody from saving his own family when he could not be there for them. He owed her that much, although if he was being honest, this was about more than who owed what to whom. He had already allowed her to leave injured from King's Landing before, and it was one of his greatest regrets, he could not do it again.

"You're hurt. That is what I meant. Let me get the maester for your wounds."

Daenys raised an eyebrow in appraisal, "Since when did you care about whether or not I was hurt."

Since always.

She would only scoff at him if he told her that so he settled for a shrug, "We owe you this. We cannot let you leave like this, not after what you have done for Helaena."

Helaena nodded in agreement, "Oh yes. Don't go just yet Daenys, please. What if you bleed out on the way."

Daenys smiled at her aunt, "It is barely a graze. I will not bleed out. But I really must be going now. I do not want anyone to notice that I am gone."

"It is already quite late. I'm sure no one will notice if you're gone a bit longer. I promise it won't take too long. Let me repay you for saving my son's life."

"Helaena! There is nothing to repay. And besides, I'd rather not see the master again. Let me just slip out without much more fuss. Please."

"Let me do it then..." Aemond interjected.

"What?"

"Let me take care of your injuries."

"No! No there's no need. I'm fine, really," Daenys took a quick step backward and was unable to hide the grimace that crossed her face when she accidentally put her weight on her bad leg.

"You don't look fine to me," Aemond pointed out.

"Well, it's none of your business anymore is it?"

Daenys turned around to leave but was stopped once again by Helaena's fingers around her wrist. She cursed Helaena and her gentle hands, hands that could make her do anything truly.

"If you won't see a maester, then at least let my brother do it. I'm sure he knows how to, he has suffered countless scrapes from his sparring matches," her aunt looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Helaena...I can't."

"Daenys please...I can't bear to see you hurt. Do it for me, just this once."

Sighing, Daenys gave her the smallest nod. Helaena took her niece's face in her hands and kissed her cheek as she thanked her. Aemond on the other hand watched their exchange silently. He couldn't quite identify the feeling that surged up in him when he saw his sister's lips press against his wife's skin. It was a dark and bitter feeling that left him feeling unsettled. He almost laughed then, for how pathetic of a man he must be if he was jealous of his own sister, of his wife's affection for her. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she'd never let him hold her like that again, that left that strange hollow ache in his chest. He was nudged out of his internal musings by Helaena as she gestured for him to go and retrieve the supplies he would need to bind Daenys's wounds.

Once Aemond had returned to the chambers, Helaena returned to her children's side, leaving her brother alone to help his wife. Daenys stood stiffly, looking anywhere but at him, wishing she had asked Helaena to help her instead. It would be unfair to ask her that though, she had already been through so much.

"You're going to have to sit down," Aemond pointed to the armchair in the corner of the room.

Daenys begrudgingly settled into it, her irritation rising at the fact that it was in the furthest corner from where her aunt was. The distance and the dim lighting of the room made it feel like she was alone with Aemond and it unsettled her. It had been a while since she had been alone with him and she wasn't quite sure how to act. A voice inside her head that she was sure was Daemon's told her to plunge her dagger into his heart the moment he was distracted but she supposed it would be a show of bad faith to try and kill someone who was trying to fix her up. And besides, her dagger was still buried in the assassin from earlier. She couldn't kill him even if she had wanted to. To his credit, Aemond did not try to talk to her as he sat on his knees at her feet and began to examine her. The gash in her calf was still bleeding sluggishly through the slit in her trousers and he used a knife to cut the fabric at her knee. The cold metal kissed her skin and Daenys shivered. Then he dipped the cloth into the bowl of warm water he had brought, pausing for a moment before pressing it to her injury. Daenys let out a hiss, her hand coming up involuntarily to squeeze his shoulder. Aemond mumbled a quiet apology and she pulled her hand away immediately as if she had been scalded. When he had finished wiping the cut clean, he put down the cloth and turned her leg over for a better look. That first touch of his fingers on her bare skin made Daenys flinch hard.

"You don't have to...I'm not going to hurt you, you know," he sighed softly.

"As if you could hurt me any more than you already have."

Aemond looked away, shoulders slumping slightly. When he had finished wrapping Daenys's leg, he looked up at her. She had her eyes squeezed tightly, teeth gritted, and her hands balled into fists tight enough to draw blood from her palms. He took that minute to allow his eye to trace over her features, at her furrowed brow that he couldn't help but want to press his thumb to and smooth out, and at the curve of her lips that still somehow managed to entice him despite being pulled into the most pained of grimaces. He looked at her lashes too, pale white lashes that brushed her cheeks and he felt a stab of guilt when he gazed at the eye that would remain closed forever. The scar that stretched across it was brutal, and yet it did nothing to deter from her appearance, not to Aemond at least, as he found himself selfishly admiring her. He tried to summon some of the animosity he had felt, back when his brother had suggested that she might have taken a lover, but he couldn't. Seeing her again, seeing how she had risked everything to save those dearest to him, made him realize that he just wanted to hold her again. To have her look at him with anything but disgust and revulsion. Then with a start, he noticed a single tear streaming down from beneath her closed eye.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I put too much pressure?"

Daenys shook her head wordlessly, not daring to speak. She was sure that her voice would tremble if she did and she did not want him to know that he had that effect on her. She gestured for him to continue, and so he did, moving up to do her arm next. She cursed her stupid traitorous heart that thumped painfully against her ribcage at his proximity. She felt like crying again, and it wasn't because of the pain. She couldn't even feel the pain anymore, not with the way his fingers ghosted over her skin, uncharacteristically gentle as he diligently cleaned and bandaged her cuts. More tears filled her eye and she squeezed it shut tighter to keep them at bay, angling her face slightly away from him. She wanted to burn away every inch of her skin that he touched. She wanted to set him on fire too but when that fateful day came, she wasn't sure she would be able to stop the flames from engulfing her too. This was the result of being born of dragon's blood she supposed, a penchant for flames and arson.

Oh, how she hated him. How she hated him for making her feel this way, for making her go to war against her very heart. How did you stop loving someone you have loved all your life? How did you forget how to love them? What a pathetic existence this was going to be, because for all the reasons she loathed him, could not forgive him, there was still that wretched corner in her heart that held him close, that made her admire the way his silken strands framed his face when he thought she wasn't looking, the part that resided in memories more than it did in reality. What a wretched existence to be sure, one steeped in guilt and self-loathing and a yearning for all that was gone and could never be again.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to have to..." Aemond lifted the corner of Daenys's tunic gingerly.

Daenys pressed her lips together tightly and nodded again, but when he lifted it higher she gasped in pain. The blood from the cut on her side had long dried and had plastered her shirt to her skin. Aemond mumbled another apology.

"Goddamnit, just do it and stop apologizing!"

When Aemond was finished, he looked at Daenys's form slumped in the armchair. His gaze fell on her bloody torn fingertips, but when he reached for them, she pulled away.

"What happened to them?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. We're done here anyways."

"Right. Of course, as you wish."

Daenys stood and was promptly hit with a wave of dizziness. She stumbled and instantly there was a hand at her elbow steadying her. She looked up and was met with a dazzling amethyst eye looking down at her. Her lips pulled back in a sneer as she stepped back.

"You really don't need to try so hard. It won't change anything," Daenys scoffed.

"And your every action does not need to be doused in aversion. I already know you dislike me, do not rub it in every chance you get," Aemond returned with just as much heat.

Helaena appeared just at that moment as if sensing the tension. She gave her niece a once-over before reaching out to grab her hands.

"I suppose I won't be able to prolong your stay any longer?"

"No, I'm afraid I have to go now," Daenys responded apologetically.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I...I'm sure my mother would be more than happy to host you at Dragonstone."

"I don't think I'd be allowed. But will you come to visit? The children do miss you so."

Daenys avoided eye contact, and Helaena sighed.

"You know what. Do not answer that Daenys. It'll break my heart to hear you say no, so go with the knowledge that I would very much like to see you again and perhaps that will convince you. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Daenys laughed softly, "I do not need anything to make my heart grow fonder. It is already full of you."

Helaena placed a delicate kiss on the backs of Daenys's hands, "If that is indeed true, would you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Take my brother with you."

"Wait what!"

"I meant, let him escort you, to your dragon. It'd make me feel better knowing you departed King's Landing without any more incidents."

"Helaena..." Daenys warned.

"You are the one who said that you could not refuse me, so do not refuse this final request."

"I should not have told you that."

"No you should not have, but you did. So grant me this. It would ease my nerves to see you safely escorted."

"Very well, if you wish it, so be it," Daenys wrapped her arms around her aunt in farewell.

Helaena watched her brother lead his wife out of her chambers through one of the numerous secret passageways that ran through the walls of the Red Keep. She had to admit, she hoped that sending them off together and giving them some time to be alone would help mend the tremendous rift between them. Their family had not been very lucky in terms of love. Her own mother endured her marriage to King Viserys in the name of duty and Helaena herself tolerated her marriage to her brother for that very same duty. Duty, honour and tradition, all came with stifling vows, and all required sacrifice. Aemond was the only one of them not bound to such a fate. Helaena had seen the way he looked at Daenys, like he couldn't believe she was real, like she would disappear if he looked away for too long. Daenys had once looked at him like that too, like he hung the very stars in the sky, but now her gaze was heavy with a sharp bitterness and rage so scorching, one would burn if they looked her in the eye too long. Such was the tragedy of life, Aemond was the only one of them who had found love and yet he did not have the good fortune to keep it.

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The walk to the outskirts was a brief silent one and now that Silverwing had arrived, Aemond found himself wishing he did not have to let Daenys go again. He had given her his word though, and it would be a show of bad faith to repay her kindness to his nephews by forcing her to stay against her will.

"Will you go back then? To Dragonstone?" he asked.

"Where else is there to go?"

"I meant that you would return to your family? After everything they've done? After they tried to have Helaena's children killed. Children Daenys, they are only children who have never done any wrong in their life, and you're going back to them?"

Daenys smiled bitterly, "They're family. I thought you of all people would understand that. You stand by your family despite everything, and I stand by mine. It does not matter what they do, they are my family and I will be there to protect them till my dying breath, as you will be with yours no doubt?"

Aemond was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "I know it means nothing coming from me, but I really am sorry about that day."

"Don't-"

"No, this isn't about Lucerys. Although... I'm sorry about that too. But I'm also sorry about that day in Storm's End. I don't know what came over me. I should not have tried to force you to come with me. You don't have to forgive me, but I want you to know I am sorry."

"I see."

Aemond laughed, the sound laced with frustration, "There is nothing I can do that will convince you to forgive me is there?"

"Will you bend the knee to my mother? Will you come to fight for her claim?"

"Will you forgive me if I do?"

Daenys thought about it for a moment. Would she forgive him for Luke if he fought for her mother? She didn't think she could, not as long as she remembered the feel of her brother's hand in hers and the sight of his sweet smile. Not as long as she remembered Joffrey's blood oath of vengeance or the way her mother fell apart in her arms when she brought home Luke's remains, or even the haunted look of guilt in Jace's eyes that mirrored her own. Some wounds were too deep to heal without additional bloodshed, and some rifts were too wide to mend. She wondered if she would be able to pretend though. Without Vhagar and Aemond on their side, Aegon and the pathetic Hightowers had no chance. She supposed that if it helped her cause she might be inclined to pretend she had forgiven him; she might even learn to truly forgive him, one day.

"If I say I'd forgive you, would you do it? Would you change allegiances?"

Aemond's silence was response enough, and Daenys felt foolish for even asking.

"Forget I said anything. I don't know why you asked. We both know that you wouldn't anyways."

"You don't get to say that," Aemond's eye snapped to hers, alight with indignation. "Do you have any idea what your family had done? From the very beginning, they have lorded their privilege over us all and pretended that they were above the law. You want me to fight for your mother hmm? The very mother who threatened to have me sharply questioned as a child for rumours that the entire castle was spewing. I was an injured child and my very own father did not care enough about me to ask if I was alright, to ask me about how I felt. Goddamnit, I never meant to kill him, but it is unfair that your brother was never even punished for what he did to me. Instead, I was the one punished even though I was the one who was hurt. I was punished for supposedly stealing Vhagar but she chose me. You know that no one can impose their will upon a dragon. She chose me and I was hers more than she was mine. And my mother is the only one who ever stood up for me. So no, you do not get to vilify me for choosing to stand by her now. Why would I ever fight on the side of the people who have ever only hurt me and those I care about?"

"I have never hurt you. I have always stood by you. What about me?" Daenys tried her best to keep the tears at bay, to stop the tremble in her voice.

"That is not enough."

"You mean I am not enough?"

Aemond shrugged. Daenys nodded to herself once as if confirming something to herself and turned around to climb onto her waiting dragon. With her back turned to him, Aemond allowed himself a last look at her, and before he could stop himself he reached out to snag a strand of her silver hair and held it against his lips for a moment. A farewell kiss of sorts. She didn't seem to notice, and then she was up and gone, her dragon carrying her away from him once again.

Both Aemond and Daenys were destined to live with blood on their hands, but whether the blood that stained them would ever be each other's remained to be seen.

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forbidding-souda · 1 year

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Alright since requests are open how bout Kyoko and Sonia with an S/O that's like Tsumugi? Hope you have a good day!

Kyoko Kirigiri and Sonia Nevermind with a S/O that's like Tsumugi Shirogane

hey guys what's up I posted isn't that insane??!??!?!

my friends boyfriend released his new album and it's punk music you guys should check it out it's called quiet reading time!

update on uni uhhh this math final is not the move LMFAO it's literally in a month and i'm just sitting here like damn.... lololol. anyway i also got switched dorms bc my dormmate was homophobic LOL! this dormmate oh my god he is perfect, I love him SO MUCH! but he's dropping out at the end of the semester so i'm gonna die tbh i'll miss him... I hope they don't room me with another nobody. me and my husband are doing good!! we had like a month long confuffle where we were mad at each other but it's chill now it's fine we are very very good. he stayed awake for me today so we could get starbucks together :> this means the world to me because he works all night so he always sleeps at 9am (srs... that exact time) and my class gets out at 9:45 and he STAYED and waited outside my class too... I love him so so much. knock on wood.

^ aaaaa and he's learning asl it's so cute i love him so much >.> he's actually sleeping rn and I left to grocery shop and go back to my dorm LOL.... let's see his mood when he wakes up. I left last night too BUT IT'S NOT HIM I JUST CAN'T SLEEP AND I FIND NO AMUSEMENT IN LAYING THERE WHILE HE SNORES IT'S SO ANNOYING.

-Mod Souda

Kyoko Kirigiri

✯ There's a form of love when it comes to having a girlfriend who doesn't show much of her emotions. Her eyes don't light up when she sees you in costume, but she shows her appreciation by keeping you in her gaze, her eyes never leaving you even when you are doing something as casual as scrolling through your phone.

✯ Sometimes she will be dressing for work as you dress in your costumes for a con (a beautiful juxtapose) and she will offer the smallest of critiques.

✯ "You need to brush the back of that wig."

✯ Sometimes she'll go to cons with you and just act as your bodyguard (in the humorous sense but also in the genuine sense, she keeps her eyes on you and people who invade your boundaries in days in which you do end up wearing some of your costumes in public like that).

✯ She is very protective over you, and in an alternative universe in which she speaks like teenagers these days, I imagine she will constantly say a sharp "damn that's crazy but who asked" to people.

✯ She's a good listener! When you go on rants she'll pay attention, and when you make niche references she'll ask you to explain.

✯ She still is entirely independent and doesn't like when you ask about her work. Her ability to change the subject and get you to talk about your interests is peak.

✯ Or when you say some "I'm just plain", she'll always hit you with the "Obviously you're not", which gets you a little ruffled.

✯ Whenever you make her blush, no matter how far into the relationship you are, it still makes you flustered. It's satisfying to know she likes you that much, that someone as stoic as her can find you desirable.

✯ ^ You like letting your perverted side out a bit because of that.

✯ She likes holidays that surround gifts because you are the easiest person to go shopping for.

✯ Her job is a topic that cannot be discussed at the dinner table, you can easily very freaked out at some of the things she sees on a day-to-day basis... so dinner table talk surrounds your interests >:).

✯ You can ask her to put on the cosplays you create so you can see them on another person but she will say no LOL (but you can ask).

✯ She looks at you with a small smile sometimes, which to you means a lot... it's a lot of expression for somebody who is good at hiding.

Sonia Nevermind

✯ She has so much interest in anime and manga, and she gets so excited when she sees you making costumes for it.

✯ She wants to know all about your interests and why you like them. Listening to you talk is the best part of your day.

✯ She hates when you call yourself plain! She thinks you're the most interesting person on this planet. No literally, you are beyond unique and she admires your capabilities more than anything (his seems like a pretty obvious thing to say anyway).

✯ Her status in the hierarchy means that she has people to satisfy her every command, meaning that any material you need, you can get. She can even gift you really expensive fabric/stable wires/long-lasting glitter/anything you need, no matter what expense (and if you prefer one specific brand, even if it's 'cheap', she's not going to force you to use something else).

✯ She was raised with a lot of people always around, so when she gets the solo time with you, it makes her feel a lot less princess-like, and it makes her feel like a normal teenage girl. She likes to study in the corner while you sew (studying - it's so fun, especially when she gets to say things like "I'm studying!").

✯ Being around you while you work is her own personal love language.

✯ You wear a lot of layers, and so does she! If she gets cold, even though she might have a servant on hand for that, you can still lend her your jacket :> (else a jacket you make... perhaps you have even made one for this specific occasion too... and perhaps she will never know that it's a reference to your favorite media).

✯ She is more academic-brained than creative-brained so creative processes are very interesting to her, especially ones that require style and clothing.

✯ Sometimes she'll talk to her seamstresses about things clothing-wise and they are always like 'oooh you know about that!!! that's so cool!!!'.

✯ She can often mimic your perverted jokes, and return the energy back to you.

✯ ^ But whenever you get dressed she'll turn around, even if you don't mind.

✯ She will love to try on your cosplays. You can use her as a model any day!

✯ When it comes to costumes with bows and glitter, she loves looking at them! She'd always loved when her servants tied her bow for her. Bows are her favorite accessory, and she falls in love every time she sees you tie one.

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You Suck (So Passionately)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Komaeda and Reserve Course!Reader can't stay away and can't stand each other, so he gives you something to think of him by when you leave. Everybody wins and loses in this game of cat-and-mouse.

Or, in which the idea of hate-sex with Komaeda is rotting the author's brain.

Word Count: 4.5k

Content Warnings: Hate Sex, Power Dynamics, Under-Negotiated Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Heavy Themes of BDSM, Degradation, Insults, Humiliation, Slightly Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationship, Use of Vibrators in Public, Semi-Public Sex, She/Her Pronouns for Reader When Applicable, Female Reader

General Tags/Themes: Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Komaeda, Reserve Course!Reader, Masochism, Sadism, Classroom Sex, Seriously He's Mean in This One, Orgasm Delay/Denial

A/N: I have.... two other wips of Reserve Course Reader and Komaeda... I'm trying to fit them into a Reserve Course Cinematic Universe, so I may add more chapters to this but it works as a stand alone, but I'll update it if they see the light of day <3

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“Listen, uh, can we like… speed this thing up?”

Nagito paused mid-thrust.

“What?” He fixed you with the look he gave you every time you did something as stupid as he thought you were.

“It’s just that I have-” You interrupted yourself with a yawn. You really had no idea why you let him drag you out of bed so early in the morning when he demanded you come back to his room again basically every afternoon anyways. “I have class in twenty, and I can’t-” He just laughed like you made a joke, then continued to fuck you at the same pace. Perhaps even slower, actually, and deep enough to elicit a squeak from your mouth at the sudden feeling.

“Are you seriously asking me for something for your pathetic excuse for classes?” He scoffed. “What does it matter if you miss ten minutes? Or thirty for that matter? What separates any of you from useless, normal, high school dropouts but the pity this school takes on you?” He purred the words like dirty talk, and if you didn’t find that so alluring, you certainly wouldn’t have been doing this- whatever this was between you and Nagito- for as long as you had.

“I hate your fucking guh- ah-” His teeth sunk into you, sending your nails into the skin of his back. You could feel his sharp smirk curled around your collarbone.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite make it out.”

“God, you’d fuck so much better if you stopped talking.” You growled. The smirk tensed just a bit into a sneer. Unfortunately for you, instead of making him speed up like you’d hoped, he only slowed more. You groaned in disappointment, both from your worry about the clock, and the loss of sensation.

“You won’t be able to trick me. Nothing scum like you could come up with could fool me. I’ll take my time with you how I’d like, just how I always do.” The slow drag of him, in and out, was like torture. You could do nothing but wrap your legs around him tighter, fruitlessly, and look up into his stupid, smug face. “In fact, I think you might actually be more useful as an Ultimate’s toy instead of sitting in your play-pretend classes.” He practically giggled. You couldn’t help but moan at the title, which he more than noticed. “See, doll? I think you agree.” He continued his pace, picking apart the threads keeping you together with each movement of his hips.

By the time you had both finished, you already knew you were going to be late for class. You let yourself take the smallest breather before stumbling up and pulling on your clothes. He’d thrown them around the room like he was trying to make it difficult for you. He simply watched you, drumming his fingers over the spot on the bed where you had just been, that infuriating look on his face you knew meant he had something planned. You pretended not to notice as you moved towards the door.

“Okay, later-”

“Wait.” He ordered. Your hand was on the doorknob. You grit your teeth. You knew he had waited for the very last minute just to fuck with you.

“What, Komaeda?” You turned around, glaring openly at him. “I need to go-”

“I know.” He sat up and began casually looking through his bedside drawer. It wouldn’t have surprised you if he’d begun to hum a tune to himself. Right as you opened your mouth, he pulled something out. It was a small, pink device made of silicone-

“No.” You said at once, shaking your head fervently. “No, no, no, no, no-”

“Put it on.” He said simply, holding it out for you to take. His tone was so serious that you almost obliged.

“Why? I would just leave it off anyways.”

“Do you ever feel ashamed about the questions you ask?” He cocked his head. For a split second, you almost thought it wasn’t a rhetorical question, only embarrassing you further. “Obviously I can control it. I’m not giving you something just because I think you’ll miss me. Now go on.” You glared at him, unmoving. He met your eye, as calm as ever. As always, this was a battle of wills.

As always, Nagito won.

*****

“(L/N)-san, this is the second time this week you are more than fifteen minutes late to class.” Everybody in the room had their eyes on you. ‘God he should have just taped a ‘kick me’ sign to me. It would have been less fucking embarassing.’ “I’m afraid you know the policy. That’s detention tonight.” Your homeroom teacher frowned at you. You took the detention slip she wrote you without a word and took your seat with your eyes pointed towards the ground. As you sat there, book cracked open and immediately zoning out, you felt your anger grow towards Nagito instead of inwards.

‘That fucking freak. Getting me detention just to stick this thing in my panties.’ You felt much warmer than usual. In your panties was the small vibrator he had eventually coaxed on you in your effort to minimize your tardiness. ‘There’s no way he’d actually do it, right? It wouldn’t be fun to mess with me if he can’t even see it.’

Despite that, you could still feel it pressing against your most sensitive spots the entire day, shifting when you fidgeted, moving as you walked. You felt as though everybody must have been able to see how hard you were blushing, but not even your friends said anything. Besides that, you waited all day with baited breath and a hand ready to shoot up and loudly announce you had to go to the bathroom. You thought of at least six different excuses, each worst than the last, just to cover the potentially loud buzz of the device. By mid-day, you knew you had soaked through your panties, and you were terrified it was going to slip right out and onto the floor with how wet you were. But the clip held up, only to torment you some more.

When the last bell rung, you were the first out the door.

‘Just detention left, just detention left, just detention left and then I can go to the restroom, mop up, and go home.’ As you hurried over, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Nagito, as curt and demanding as it always was.

‘My room. 30.’

You snorted as you tapped out a response.

‘Yeah, no. Some asshole caused me to be late again today, which means I’ve got detention. Nice work, idiot. By the way, I think your stupid toy is broken. I didn’t feel anything all day. You’ll have to find another way to mess with me.’

‘What makes you think that I’d turned it on yet?’

“Cell-phone in the bin, please, ma’am.” A sunny, orange-hair woman who barely looked old enough to be out of the Academy herself said. It snapped you out of the slight sense of dread and shame as you read the text. You shook your head and obliged. You didn’t recognize her, or know what she was doing here. Usually, your homeroom teacher was the one who ran detention. As if she were reading your mind, she said, “I’m filling in for the usual teacher. I’m Yukizome-sensei. Please, take your seat and sit quietly or do some work.” You glanced around. A couple of other kids were already there too, most of them with their heads down. You weren’t usually allowed to sleep through detention. You decided this was a stroke of luck. You gave her a polite smile and gave her your slip, watching as she checked you off of a list. You sat down, glancing at the clock.

In your haste and smugness, you didn’t even think about removing the vibrator before you left, so it sat there as a firm reminder of the temper you’d surely be met with when you responded to Nagito. For the moment, however, you took off your blazer and arranged it into a sort of pillow, getting comfortable when-

“Ah, hello, Yukizome-sensei!”

‘No fucking way.’

“Komaeda-kun! Good afternoon, what are you doing here? Did you manage to get yourself detention somehow?” She seemed to be jokingly scolding him, but you knew it was only kind of a joke. The sweet smile on Nagito’s face was foreign to you. He floated in like he didn’t have a care in the world. You noticed that his hand was bandaged, and that it hadn’t been this morning. ‘Serves him right. What the fuck is he doing here?’

“Oh, no, I simply saw you as I was passing by on my way out. I didn’t know you ran detention.” He took the opportunity to glance out across the classroom. Nobody else seemed to care about what was happening up front. He met your eye for just a second too long, inscruitable, before turning right back to her. You did your best to act normal, knowing full well he was merely there to taunt you.

“Not usually- I’m filling in for another teacher. If you’re just here to chat Komaeda-kun, why don’t you come see me before class tomorrow-”

“Well, actually, I went to your classroom to see if you could help me out with some work I got today, but you weren’t there. I seem to have lucked in and caught you here! Would it be alright if we go over it for just a few minutes?” His smile was angelic, wholly innocent. You almost couldn’t believe that the sadistic man who’d once made you grovel and kiss his shoes just for kicks. Not that you hadn’t enjoyed that. You wondered what that smile would have looked like from that lowly angle-

“Of course! That’s no problem at all.” Yukizome said, making the pit of nerves in your stomach knot further. You didn’t know what Nagito had planned, but he always had something planned. You knew trying to sleep was a waste. You huffed a defeated sigh and pulled out one of your textbooks to begin working, doing your best to tune out the voice you could pick out of a crowd talking about algebra like he would anywhere else.

As you’d finally become a bit successful in your offer, your panties began to buzz.

At first, you were more alarmed than aroused. It was a strange sensation, and you almost couldn’t stop yourself from looking around to see if anyone had noticed, but you were rows away in every direction from the nearest person, and they were sleeping. You drummed your fingers on the desk.

‘Okay. Okay. If I just… just shift this way, I can’t feel it as much-’ Right as you adjusted yourself, trying to move it away from your clit, but you jumped as the vibration increased and it backfired. You let out a small squeak, causing Yukizome’s eyes to drift over to you for just a second. Next to hers, a pair of cold, green, grey eyes lingered on you. You couldn’t tell if you imagined his smile being more predatory than before.

‘This is fine, this is fine, I can just- I can just-’ But no matter how you moved, it was simply too much. Your insides twisted with the fear of your peers noticing, yes, but knowing that Nagito was here to watch you front and center was nerve-wracking. ‘That fucking sicko! He planned this all! He fucking knew! I’m gonna gut that twink like a god damn fish hnngahh-’ All of your thoughts short circuited as Nagito began a different pattern. You looked up, you had to know how he was doing this. In his hand was a small, pink remote. In the other, he pointed at something at the page and asked Yukizome a question.

And the truth was, you wanted him to watch you keep your composure. You hoped it would spite him. You grit your teeth together and tried even harder to focus on your work. You could tell by the way he simply kept clicking the speed up and up. You eventually had to bite down on your book, giving up on the pretense of work and now simply trying not to let your eyes roll up and into the back of your head.

The feeling was building and building, and truly nobody but you and Nagito seemed any the wiser. You were at the back of the room, and you’d kept pretty quiet so far. You began to consider letting yourself cum from this, and it only became more and more appealing of an idea as he toyed with you.

It seemed like he could tell exactly when you wanted to let your dignity falter and considered letting him win. He raised and lowered the speeds accordingly, keeping you on the brink, frustrating as always. But part of you didn’t even mind. You knew you could keep up the silence like this for the rest of the period, as exhausting as it would be. What you didn’t know was if you could when you came.

Still, every time you approached the brink, you got closer and closer to teetering off the edge, and soon you were barely even considering the consequences. Per usual, Nagito took cat and mouse to a whole new level. He batted you around until you were limp, helpless in his hands, though he always found the fight you put up entertaining. You could almost hear the annoying monologue he would surely give you if he ever heard you thinking like that.

‘And just like in the metaphor, the cat is simply stronger than the mouse. Everyone knows it will win in the end. And frankly, it’s almost sad it would struggle in the first place-’

“(L/N)-san? Um, are you feeling alright, dear?” Yukizome-sensei was looking right at you. You realized you’d been practically panting, red-faced and almost sweating. You couldn’t even imagine the picture you must have made. You couldn’t even look at Nagito.

“Ye- Yeah, I’m-” You croaked, your mouth dry.

“You look feverish. Come here, let me feel your forehead.” She waved you up. You felt your eyes widen in fear before you could cover it. Nagito did absolutely nothing about the vibrations. You shook your way to your feet and miraculously began to walk towards her. “Oh dear, does your stomach hurt?” Yukizome was clearly fretting now. She looked down at your hands, which were clutched over your stomach. It was completely subconscious, but hey, whatever you could work.

“Yeah.” You nodded quickly. You leaned over her desk to let her feel your forehead. Nagito’s eyes were boring into you, as palpable as Yukizome’s cool hand, but you completely ignored her.

“You’re really warm.” She confirmed. The laugh that escaped Nagito made you want to melt into a puddle, and your lower half seemed to have caught the memo. “Why don’t you go to the nurse’s office?”

“What?” Nagito scoffed at once. He gave you a quick once over. “She’s clearly just another Reserve Course making a pathetic attempt to fake her way out of detention.”

“Komaeda-kun!” Yukizome scolded. “Your Reserve Course peers are just as much a part of the school as you are.”

“Just as much a part of the school’s budget, perhaps.” He muttered quietly.

“Alright then, why don’t you escort her to the Nurse’s Office and make sure she makes it there?” Nagito opened his mouth. In that brief instance, your eyes met. A silent conversation was had. Your stomach twisted and turned into knots just looking at him, but maybe that was the toy too.

“Yes, Yukizome-sensei. Thank you for all your help.” He finally relented. He began to pack his work up slowly, and with a dramatic sigh. “Come on then.” He nodded towards the door. You stumbled out after him.

He said nothing as you walked into the hallway. You felt both more and less worried about being too obvious here next to him. He didn’t adjust the speed. However, he was walking slowly as you neared the end of the hallway, letting you catch up.

As soon as you turned the corner, however, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you away. You stifled a groan as he practically hauled you into the nearest empty classroom. He locked the door behind him.

“Woah, Ultimate classrooms lock?” You couldn’t help but look around in awe. He laughed, like he always did. It’d slipped out before you thought about it.

“This is a lab. Of course it locks.” He rolled his eyes. “God, you worms really don’t know anything about what it’s like not to crawl.” Even if you’d known nothing about him, the way he licked his lips with that glint in his eyes would have given away his perverted enjoyment. He wasted no more time, taking quick, sure strides to you and pressing you into the desk behind you so hard your back bent as you tilt yourself to meet his lips. The moans you’d been holding back came out in an embarrassing, guttural noise.You wrapped your legs around his waist, sliding back and sitting on the table.

His hands roamed over your body, groping you forcefully. His tongue found its way into your mouth with no hesitance. You couldn’t help but give into him. It seemed as though he was so sure that you were simply his, and he always had been.

“Turn around.” He ordered, like he wasn’t already moving your hips into the position that suited him best. You let him flip you over and push you onto the desk, hissing in pain. His hands quickly found their way under your skirt and under your panties. Things always moved quickly between the two of you, and today seemed to be the most rushed of all. Nagito finally, finally turned the vibrator off, pulling it from your panties with a wet noise.

“Look at this-” He laughed, breathless as he held it up between his fingers right in front of your face. It shone in the sunset pouring through the windows. It would have been oddly beautiful if it weren’t just a luridly pink way for Nagito to fuck with you. You turned your head away, blatantly and needlessly disobeying him. He seemed less than impressed. He took your cheeks with the hand not holding the toy and angled your face towards him. It was a strain on your neck, but he just smiled at you. You hated that you had long since been able to determine what most of Nagito’s smiles meant. “If you don’t want this, then I suppose I could take it and leave.”

“...then I guess you can stay.” Your words didn’t come out with nearly as much force as you wanted them to. His expression didn’t change. He simply made a soft noise of agreement, put the toy down on the desk carelessly on the desk, and plunged two fingers within you all at once. You practically shrieked, clutching onto the edges of the table with your nails.

“Ahaha… you’re dripping. I can feel it all the way down your thighs.” He purred. “I honestly didn’t even expect you to keep it in for a class, much less through the entire day.” He began to fuck his fingers in and out of you at a lazy, uncaring pace. You could barely focus on what he said. You’d covered up all day, and you simply didn’t have the energy to anymore. You could feel just how deep you needed him at the moment, and it had long since gotten uncomfortable. You shamelessly rocked your hips against his long fingers, hoping you could do it yourself if he wouldn’t. “Look at you! You’re even more desperate than usual. I’m sure you could have thrown yourself at any of those boys in your class.” He sneered, his pace quickening, as if it was your fault his imagination had angered him. Regardless, it was a welcome side effect. “I’ve seen the way they leer at women- at you- and you were so wet I think I could smell it-”

“Shut up.” You whined, pressing your hips even more insistently against him. “God, you say such embarrassing shit!” You hissed, and if you weren’t already flushed, you likely would have gone red from just the way Nagito had phrased it.

“Shut up?” He repeated, tone even. His fingers completely stilled, just an inch of their tips still inside of you. You squeezed around them, bemoaning the loss. “Alright then, speak.” He grabbed ahold of your hair and pulled you up by the painful grip so his mouth was right by your ear. “I know you’re not above fucking in bathrooms and classrooms and even outside- so why not take one of them?”

You knew what he wanted. That was the only thing that made this violate, almost hateful thing between the two of you work. You always knew what he wanted, and he knew the same for you. You’d gravitated towards each other like the first look was a shared, whispered confession.

“I’m not interested in any of them.” You denied it to him. His grip on your hair tightened. The noise from your throat was frustrated, pained, and deeply aroused.

“Ah, no one from the class of rejects was interesting enough for you? Shocking.” His laughter was cold and mocking, the outburst of sound almost loud enough to be painful right by your ear. “But you don’t exactly show a propensity for interesting conversation, yourself.” He taunted. His hand slipped out of you, but around immediately to roughly grope one of your breasts. After only a moment, he slid it under your shirt and pulled down your bra. His fingers circled your nipples gently at first, which still threatened to cause your knees to give out on your over-stimulated body, but that only lasted a moment, too. He pinched and tugged, making you gasp and press your chest further into his hand. In that moment, he sank his teeth into the new bit of neck you’d just exposed as if he knew exactly how you’d react.

“You’ll leave marks-”

“What does it matter?” He cooed. “No one you’re interested in, right?” He licked the whole way up your neck and ear with the flat of his tongue, a warm, slimy feeling accompanying the filthy action. Despite that, you couldn’t help but want to get even closer to him, to feel that tongue over any inch of your body you could get it-

“Komaeda,” You grabbed at any piece of clothing you could reach behind you. “Komaeda.” You pleaded.

“Hmm?”

“I- I-” You knew exactly what he wanted to hear. You knew what he wanted. Always. “I don’t want them, I don’t want any Reserve Course guy-”

“Of course you don’t, who would?”

“No, no, I- I don’t want any Ultimate either.” The two of you had begun grinding against each other. You could feel his hard-on through all of your clothes. He was panting and moaning softly in your ear as you spoke. “Fuck, I- I want you, nobody else can- god, I want the way you fucking wreck me-”

There was a split second of unfastening and tugging and then-

“FUCK!” You shouted, making Nagito immediately clap a hand around your mouth at the reaction to his first brutal, perfect thrust. But even if he had had the capacity to scold you, you certainly didn’t have it to listen. Instead, you moaned unabashedly, though muffled by him, and spread your legs even wider. You wrapped your foot around the back of one of his calves and he set a pace that began to rock the desk with each thrust. You could do nothing but hold on as he gave as much as he got.

“Yes, yes, yes, my perfect, reprehensible pet,” Nagito babbled to his captive audience. His blazer had long since begun to slip off of his shoulders, and now he let it fall onto the floor. The sound of his hips hitting yours is almost louder than his voice. “You’re mine, you’re mine-” Even as you were connected intimately, he grabbed and squeezed whatever his wandering hands fell upon. “Mine to use, mine to make beg- they’re going to see your marks and know you belong to someone and not know who- like,” His crazed giggling broke his words apart. “Like some sort of stray with a collar!” He was laughing at you once more, but it felt only like another one of the overwhelming sensations about to make you cum. He grabbed your leg and put it on the desk as well, only going deeper within you. On the most lovely side of painful, he took you apart. Your mind blanked save for the feeling of his hands, his breath, his warmth against you-

With you tensing around him, he followed shortly after, his own moan unfettered by anything. The first thing you took note of was when you snapped out of your daze was the feeling of his cum inside of you. You were still too far gone to do much but moan, however, and slump onto the desk completely. Neither of you said anything when Nagito did the same, pressed up against and inside of you.

Deep cutting insults, praise that had been twisted and perverted, even the necessary intimacy for sex were easy for the two of you. The conversation that followed never was. More often than not, you gave up on it, letting the ringing in your ears speak for itself as you fixed yourselves to go back out to the world.

“Hey, um, where should…” You trailed off, holding up the toy. Nagito took it and stowed it away in his pocket.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Silence lingered on, and so did the two of you. You’d never admit it, but you always put on your clothes slower than usual when it was time for you to leave Nagito. To say you enjoyed his company was still a bit of a stretch, but right after you parted, the space around you always seemed so much more… empty. For a split second, your mind conjured an image of walking out holding hands, of going to grab dinner together-

“See you.” You said instead, shrugging your backpack over your shoulder, composed as you could while dismissing the man whose cum was still inside of you. He barely acknowledged you, a small nod and a twitch of the hand. You slipped out from the classroom, refusing to look back as you hurried your way down the dark, empty hallway.

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