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syinisuga · 2 years ago

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Eternity & Thereafter

Pairing : Taehyung x female!Reader

Genre : Yandere!AU // Romance, Thriller, Smut

*A Yandere is a Japanese archetype, often describing a sweet, caring, and innocent person before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest sometimes even leading to fatality.

Summary : You never thought you'd meet someone who could love you like there's no tomorrow. Literally...

Word Count : 12.6K Words

WARNING⚠️ This fic contains description of unhealthy obsession, explicit sex, stalking, threatening, Blood and Gore, mutilation and murder and Major Character Death(s). READER'S DESCRETION IS ADVICED.

Author's Note : Something different, something new and so proud of this one yeet.

Bias Swap with the ever amazing @kissmetae❤️ This was so much fun to do with you!

Check out her fic The Defectors as part of our Bias swap experiment✨

"Rest now my Love, and know that you will be safe with me from here on now. You will live forever, for I love you more than anyone else ever has and ever will'' The wide smile of your lover burned into your memory as you closed your eyes, slipping into silence in the arms of the man whom you'd sacrificed your heart to. Never in your whole life did you ever think something like this could happen to someone like you, that you'd ever meet a man quite like him.

You were a loner, but not the depressed kind. You were actually quite content with your singular state as it helped you to thrive in loving yourself and doing the things that made you happy. You enjoyed the simple things in life, mainly your passion in literature. That was what you were majoring in as well. College life was treating you well, great friends, subjects that were easy to cope with, unlimited access to all the books you could read. Your life went fairly smoothly, you won't call it perfect because life was full of ups and downs like any other but you were content with the pace and flow of things.

All of that changed when you met him. Tall, broad build, lean and muscular enough that you'd see outlines of his arm muscles whenever he'd flex, long fluffy hair that framed his face and that bewitching smile of his. The first time you saw him you'd wonder to yourself how could such an intimidating exterior have the most heart melting smile, matched with an equally captivating and charming personality. Sitting on your campus’s park bench, completely tranced by the book in your hand was when you first heard his voice which was speaking directly to you.

"Hello there! I'm sorry this might be weird but I see you come here to read everyday at the same bench non the less" he let out a soft nervous chuckle as he continued.

"I've been admiring the way your expressions subtly change through the plot of the book you're reading, and believe it or not I've bought and read some of the books I see you give the most interesting reactions to!" That big heart shaped smile and the genuine excitement in his tone caught you off guard, maybe even sighing internally at how utterly adorable he was.

"You've read the books I've been reading? Well then which one was your favourite?" Curious you quizzed him back as you scooted over, gesturing for him to take a seat next to you on the park bench.

"So far Midnight Library was deeply enlightening and I felt it through and through. Other favourites were Beach Reads and The Love Hypothesis. I must say, your taste in romance is intriguingly interesting" He giggled, making a blush creep onto your cheeks. The two books in specific that he'd mentioned were RomComs you had read through in a blast because of how shamelessly steamy and smutty it was and the thought of this man who was still a complete stranger to you at this point had read those books because of you made you flustered and shy. This didn't go unnoticed by him of course and he quickly raised his hand in surrender looking slightly panicked and flustered himself as he created a bit more space between the two of you.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry! I was merely pointing out the trope and plot of interest. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" He looked at you with big innocent puppy eyes that made you forget in a flash as to why he was apologising in the first place. What was happening to you? It's as if this complete stranger had put some sort of charm spell on you. You giggled at the sight of his innocence and playfulness.

"It's okay, I know you meant no ill intentions. Although, I didn't quite catch your name?" You asked, tilting your head as you flashes a smile.

"Hm? Oh silly me. My name is Taehyung!" He extended his hand out towards you and you happily took it and gave a friendly shake as you introduced yourself. You noticed Taehyung looked deeply at where your hands were connected, as if he was so mesmerised at the fact your hands had touched.

"Would you like to go to the library and book fair dates with me? I'd like to further get to know you over this common interest we have '' Very straight forward and that had caught you slightly off guard, but that was part of how he had charmed you in the first place. Bold yet shy and playful, how could you possibly deny such a gorgeously genuine wide smile. Taehyung had piqued your interest and surely enough you wanted to get to know more of this man who had an intimidating exterior paired with the softest personality. He was unique to say the least and something about him just kept ringing in the back of your head.

Taehyung was fairly low-key in the area, no one seemed to know much about him other than he worked part time in the Library in town and that he was known to be quite the odd one. Funny enough you hadn't seen him once every time you were there, but that could've been because his shift timings didn't match your visit times to the library. You also figured that not everyone would understand the level of interest in literature and the mere information overload of all the characters you read caused a slight personality influence and it was normal! I mean you were quite the same too, being neck deep in classic and modern literature definitely takes a toll on you but that wouldn't be such a major influence anyway. He lived alone in a small single story house he said was left to him by his grandfather after he passed. Slowly you learned more about him and his interest in painting, photography and classical music. He was someone who kept to himself for the most part and didn’t really have any friends, he said he preferred to be this way since it helped him fully indulge in his hobbies and obsessions by giving them full attention undivided.

Over the course of the next few months you found yourself at almost every book related occasion in your area with Taehyung. The amount of effort he was putting into you was at times overwhelming but most of the times it melted your heart having someone care about you this way and share deep interest in the thing that made you the happiest. He always made time for you and you spent almost every day with him, be it going to your favourite café or sitting in the library reading the same book while the two of you flirted underneath the table. He had shown you his collection of paintings on large canvases and you noticed instantly that there was a signature style to his pieces. Always using acrylics as his medium of choice and every painting portrayed an emotion including a certain type of face he’d draw. The paintings were unique, nothing like you’d ever seen before and he admitted his idol was Vincent Van Gogh. Taehyung had collected quite a number of merchandise from his numerous visits to the Van Gogh museum, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about his artworks was endearing and very adorable. However his reactions didn’t match whenever you asked him about his passion in photography, he was protective of the pictures he took and only showed certained photographs like sunsets, and beach views, sceneries and flower fields. There was a photo album he had hidden away from you after the first time you tried taking it to look through.

“No!!! You can’t look through these. I only want to show you the good ones, not the bad ones. This album is full of bad pictures, i don't want you to see them” he said after he had yanked the album away from your hold. His expressions were serious and not quite what you’d expect it to be, especially after he had talked so fondly and happily about his paintings.

“I’m sorry, I'm just.. Not too confident about my photographs. Although I love it so much I just don’t feel satisfied with those pictures in that album. They never gave me what I wanted….. In terms of artistic values that is” he said with an awkward laugh.

“That’s okay Tae, I won't force you to show me those pictures if you don’t want to. But from what you have shown me, I can say that you’re an amazing photographer just as you are an amazing artist. I admire your works a lot Tae, and.. I admire you a lot as well” you watched as his pupils dilated and soft blush crept across his cheeks. He looked down at his feet shyly and smiled as he mumbled softly

“I admire you a lot too..like, a lot a lot” you both giggled.

You don't quite remember when it was that your feelings for Taehyung had grown from an interest to a full crush, to exchanging words of love in a deep meaningful confession behind the RomCom shelf at the library. Taehyung looked like a child who had received candy when you uttered the words “i love you” to him for the first time. The words itself seemed to give him such a euphoric kick that he grinned from ear to ear as he engulfed you in a warm hug. “I promise, I promise I'll take the best care of you and no one would love you more than I do”.

It was a Sunday evening, the two of you had planned a date before your study week started. Finals for the semester were coming up and Taehyung requested and insisted you have one more book reading session today at his place. Somehow you were now sitting on his lap in his living room exchanging soft kisses as you both made out. You swore it just started out as a reading date in his home, where he had cooked for you and both of you shared glasses of wine. The book you were reading picked up on getting steamy and you couldn't deny the tension that rose between the both of you. You found his hand creeping its way to hold yours, getting your attention to turn facing him. In the softest voice and with wide eyes he asked

"May I kiss you my love?" Too flustered to answer you nodded, leaning in till your lips pressed against one another.

They were soft, pillowy almost as he lovingly took your lips between his own. His hand came to cup your neck as his thumb caressed your jaw in gentle circles. He kissed like he played the piano, passionate, deep, and so skillful you melted into his symphony of love. He guided you to straddle his lap, careful not to break the kiss as he did so. You could feel his other arm wrapping around your waist as he kept your body pressed against him. He was warm, heat rising as he deepened the kiss. You felt him nibble softly at your bottom lip as he gripped you a little tighter.

"Mine" he muttered under his breath between the kiss as he grew greedier and hungrier.

"You're only mine" the grip he had around your waist tightened to a point you were afraid you might bruise yet he didn't seem to stop. His kisses were rougher, more passionate, but laced with something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

It felt so good his strong grip, making you feel his need, his desire flaming through your body spreading heat between your legs and this stirred Taehyung on even further as he grabbed a hold of your neck. The light headed euphoria you felt was enough to get you soaking through your panties.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine.." he muttered in an endless mantra as he trailed his rough kisses down along your jaw to your neck. Fearing he'd leave hickeys on you, you began to push him back, signalling him to stop.

"Taehyungie, please.. stop.. i don't want you to leave marks on me" you spoke in between breaths.

This had gotten him to halt his movements but his hand still remained around your throat. His gaze changed in a way you couldn't pick up what it was.

"Why not my love? You're mine are you not? Am I not allowed to mark you? Make everyone see what's mine? So everyone knows who you belong to?" He spoke, sounding slightly distressed. His eyes locked on you like a predator on prey and his grip around your neck slowly tightened to where it wasn't pleasure.

"T-Taehyung.. my neck" in an instant his gaze snapped back and he let go of your throat. His hands fumble frantically to caress and sooth you apologetically.

"I'm sorry!! I'm…I'm sorry my love. It's just.. I love you so much, I just wanted to treat you right and I'm sorry my love did I hurt you" his eyes were blown wide and glossy as if tears were on the verge of spilling at any moment. It made you weak at how his eyes grew wider, lips trembling slightly in a pout as he scanned your face for any signs of withdrawal. You brushed your fingers through his hair and that got him exhaling gently as he leaned into your touch.

"It's okay Taehyungie. I know you didn't mean any harm to my love, I Love you more okay?" you said in a soft voice, placing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"Don't get me wrong darling, I'd love to have your marks across my body. But I have an exam coming up this week and i’lI need to attend group studies. I can't have hickies on my neck my love" you explained to him softly, hand brushing his hair still.

"Oh, that does make sense. Okay then, if I can't leave hickies on your neck.." he took a pause, smirking softly to himself before looking at you with lustful eyes.

"May I leave them somewhere only I can see?" He bit his lip, clearly at the thought of where he'd wanted to leave his mark.

"Where?~" you asked softly, almost whispering as you pushed him further.

His hands slid up under your oversized shirt as he dove under it. You couldn't see, but could most definitely feel the trail of pleasure he was lighting up along your breasts. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses on the tops of your breasts, grabbing handfuls in each of his large hands. He suckled on the soft skin, nibbling slightly between his teeth as he skillfully scattered his need for you. His lips were soft and innocent but his actions were sinful, so passionately spilling his need and desire for you. You felt his thumbs brush up against your hardened nipples over the thin lace of your bra which had him grunting in approval. The rough pads of his thumb rubbing gentle circles, kneading and massaging your breasts while his lips continued to suck blossoms of purple along your cleavage. Satisfied, he pressed soft kisses to your pert nipples before diving back out of your shirt. His hair was a dishevelled mess, cheeks blushed and eyes in a starry daze as he took in the sight of you flashing a wide content smile.

“You’re so beautiful my love, absolutely exquisite. I’m so happy you’re mine and that you belong to me” his arms were wrapped snugly around your waist, keeping your body pressed tightly to him.

Brushing your fingers through his hair you said

“I’m yours my love, for all and eternity i’m yours”

“For all and eternity” he repeated before pressing his lips back onto yours.

“Hey sweets!! Glad you could make it! My god it feels like I haven't seen you in ages!” Angie, your ride or die best friend since the first day of college.

Your first meeting had been funny so to say the least mainly because of Angie and the incident that occured. It was rainy and the stairs leading up to your class were slippery, one wrong step had you slipping back right into the arms of Angie who was walking behind you. “Woah there! You alright?” you quickly regained your balance and turned towards Angie who was fixing up her dress. “I’m sorry! The stairs are really slippery, misstepped! And yes i’m good thank you for catching me” you said with a soft embarrassed blush across your cheeks. “I know people fall for me easily, never thought that effect was on ladies as fine as you too!” she giggled and earned one from you as well. “Well now you know the full force of your charm!” the both of you exchanged hearty laughs followed by introductions and the rest was history.

Angie hugged you tightly, giving you her usual kiss on the cheek as a greeting and you placed one on her cheek as well.

“I’ve missed you” Angie whined as she shook your body slightly.

“Well don’t worry she was only with me” the voice from beside you spoke, in a rather muted tone.

“Oh, who’s this?” Angie quizzed.

“Remember I told you I had someone special with me?~ well this is him! Angie meet my boyfriend, Taehyung!” you chirped excitedly introducing your lover to your best friend.

“Pleasure to meet ya! I’m Angie, her first love and sole best friend” Angie and you giggled as she extended her hand towards Taehyung.

You noticed a dis-ease in his expression, almost as if he were annoyed or displeased with Angie’s introduction or just Angie in general as he took her hand.

“Taehyung, pleasure to meet you” he said in a singular answer.

Something was off, the way Taehyung’s gaze was unrecognisable at the moment and the way Angie was slowly trying to wriggle her hand out of his. You immediately reached up to caress Taehyung’s arm, and his gaze shot towards you as it softened. Finally he released his grip and straightened himself out as Angie let out an awkward laugh, rubbing her hand.

“Right then! My love, we gotta get going if we’re gonna cover all the study syllabus that was given to us to finish revising” you said as you stood next to Taehyung holding his hand.

“Yeah it’s quite the stack I'll tell you , which is why we’re gonna meet up this whole week through exams to revise,and revise and revise” Angie chimed in, her eyes scanning Taehyung up and down as she spoke.

“The whole week? For how long each day? Will you return home at night? Will I not be able to see you all week?” Taehyung blurted out in a wild rush of questions as he inched closer towering over you.

“Woah woah my love, yes you will be able to see me still okay? I will try to make it back to your place in the evenings after studying, okay?” you reassured him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you spoke. His gaze turned towards Angie as he exhaled deeply before turning back to you.

“You promise? Promise that you’ll be back to me every night? You won’t spend nights with her… studying late hours i mean! I'm …. worried.. Don't’ want you to overwork yourself you know!” he spoke, holding your hands in his.

“I promise my love. You have my word.” you said soft, leaning up to plant a soft kiss to his lips.

He cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss for a few moments longer before pulling away. You turned to look at Angie who was examining the dirt on the ground with much interest.

“I’ll see you tonight my love” he said before letting go of your hands.

You stood next to Angie taking her hand into yours as you answered

“See you tonight my love!!”

Angie and you walked away towards the entrance of the campus Library. You noticed Angie turn her head to look towards Taehyung before snapping her gaze back to the door.

The study for the rest of the afternoon through the evening went by with chit chat mixed in with actual studying. Brain frying was an understatement and you two had only just started the first of many topics of the study list. The two of you joked about how you’d probably end up in the hospital for a concussion just by studying these topics before the actual exam. One by one everyone left the library and it was just Angie and you there.

“Alright I think we’ve had enough for today. We have all week for the rest of the topics. I can smell burnt brain matter already. I think it’s my own” you joked letting out a soft giggle while you packed your books back into your bag.

“Might also be me, cause that Victorian era literature history really did get my brain gears overheating” she shot back, packing her own notes away as well.

“Hey, sweets I got something to ask you” Angie asked with a sceptical and slightly distressed look on her face.

“Ask away Gie”

“If you don’t mind, I wanna ask about Taehyung. What’s he like with you? Does he treat you right?”

“He’s the absolute sweetest Gie, he puts so much time and effort into me and our relationship. I won’t lie, sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed and flustered but that’s only because I'm not used to this kind of attention before you know, you of all people know about my shitty crushes and ex. Taehyung is not like any other guy I've met. He makes me feel like I’m the centre of all attention and takes care of me so well.”

“Wow , it really sounds like you’ve gotten yourself a rare one. But i have to mention this, i know i just met Taehyung but he gives off this… odd vibe.”

“What do you mean Gie?” you tilted your head, furrowing your brows at her statement.

“I don't know.. He seems like he’s kind of… possessive and obsessed about you. And I don't mean that in a good way…”

“Gie , you only just met Taehyung. He is just like that. I promise it’s because he loves me that much that it's his way of showing his love. You heard him Gie! He was just worried about me is all. It’s nothing I promise” you reassured your friend as you caressed her arm.

“I know maybe I am overthinking this, but I just couldn’t help it from the way he looked at me.. It felt as though he was gonna murk me right there. Am I allowed to say that maybe… he is different with you and different when he’s not with you?”

BANG!

The sound of something loud falling over in the distance got the both of you turning your heads in a whizz towards it.

“What the fuck was that? Aren’t we the only ones here?” Angie asked, her eyes darting across where the sound came from.

“I’m sure it’s something logically explained” you tried sounding optimistic through scanning the room.

“Maybe we should leave Gie, I think the amount of studying we did today really got our circuits frying” you joked to lighten the situation.

In a hurry Angie and you packed your things away walking toward the door when you saw the pile of books that had been scattered near the desk.

“See Gie, I told you. The pile of books here was high and it probably slowly lost balance and slid over”

“Yeah. guess so..” she said still sounding unsure.

“Come on Sherlock Holmes , I think you better head home to freshen up and eat. Empty stomachs cause hallucinations you know” you joked , wrapping your arm around her shoulder as the two of you walked out the library.

You finally reached Taehyung’s place and the place was dark when you walked in.

“Taehyung? My love?” you called out as you walked through the door, dropping your bag by it.

A pair of hands came up behind you to cover your eyes, making you gasp softly.

“Sshh~ don’t be alarmed, it's me.” the unmistakable voice of your lover as he spoke in an almost right by your ear , sending goosebumps down your spine. His scent instantly intoxicates you with the close proximity and you feel him walk you forward through the house.

“What are you doing my love?”

“Almost there now” he whispered, sending another trail of chills through your body. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on slightly. He stopped once you reached the destination of desire, pressing his body up closer against your back.

“Are you ready my love?”

Giggling softly you nodded. He uncovered your eyes, revealing the romantic setting in front of you. Candles lit up and food in plates perfect for two all set up, and a beautiful vase of roses in the middle of the table.

“Taehyung ! oh my love this is beautiful!” you gasped walking around the table, examining the food he had prepared. Steak and mashed potatoes, with a serving of roasted asparagus. Hot steam was still rising from the plates which indicated they were freshly cooked and the scent of the food filled your nostrils, making you realise just how hungry you were in the moment. Your head shot up towards his direction when you heard the sound of soft jazz playing from his gramophone in the hall room. Wide loving smile on his face as he walked towards you. Bowing dramatically he pulled your chair out.

“My lady, your seat” he said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You giggled and curtsied to him as you sas down.

“Why thank you my good sir” he giggled softly at the way you addressed him before taking his seat right opposite to you.

“And to what do I owe this sudden pleasure to may I ask?”

“Oh just the mere fact that my hardworking woman deserves to be treated right and pampered”

Your cheeks blushed a deep pink causing you to look down at your hand, completely flustered and shy. You felt his fingers take your chin between them, tilting your face up to look at him.

“You’re far too beautiful to hide your face from me my love. I want to see every change in expression and memorise the way you look for everything I do for you.”

You blushed even more at how bold he was being at this moment with his need for you. He noticed every little change in your face which made him smile.

“Cute. Now dig in my love, I hope everything is to your liking!”

“Oh I know it will be. My man cooked with love and everything looks and smells incredible” you said with a big smile, reaching over to boop the tip of his nose.

Taehyung blushed a deep pink, smiling like a teenager in love at the little gesture.

“Your man?” he asked, completely flustered.

“My man” you repeated with a smile as you both dug into your meal.

He had cooked everything just the way you liked it, at that moment you truly understood the skill level of Taehyung’s cooking. The rest of the dinner went by with you explaining to Taehyung about what you studied today and revising everything once more with him in between the light chatting.

You were doing the dishes at the sink while Taehyung cleaned up the table behind you. You were carefully putting the dishes away when you felt a pair of strong lean arms wrap around your waist, the tip of a soft nose nuzzling into your neck.

“You feel so soft, how are you this beautiful my love? Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You turned around still in his hold to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers combed through his hair as you looked deeply into his eyes.

“Oh yeah? What do I do to you Taehyung?” you spoke in a sultry teasing tone as your fingers still moved through his soft locks.

Taehyung smirked softly before taking your other hand to guide it down onto his crotch. You let out a soft gasp, blushing when you felt just how tight the tension was from the hard tent that had formed in his pants. Experimentally you rubbed his bulge feeling the thick stiff outline of his dick tucked uncomfortably in his pants. Immediately Taehyung dropped his head to your shoulder as he let out a deep breathy moan.

“This, this is what you do to me my love” he whispered into the crook of your neck.

His hands came to perch on your hips, giving them a squeeze with each stroke of your hand along his clothed bulge.

He stops your movements, pulling your hand away from his crotch to press a kiss on your wrist.

“As much as I would love for you to pleasure me right now, I want to please you first. Taste every drop of that sweet nectar from my precious flower” His bold words paired with his deep lustfull voice was sending waves of warmth down south, soaking your panties with each dirty word he uttered.

Taehyung walked you back till you were leaning against the dinner table with your hands pressed back on it to keep you balanced. He kissed you in a needy fever, sucking on your bottom lip as his hips pressed into yours in the space between your legs. His hands travelled down caressing softly from your neck, down along your back right down to your thighs as he lifted you with ease onto the table. Taehyung moved in closer between your legs as his lips skilfully moved with yours, occasionally licking and nibbling softly at your bottom lip. His hands gently slid up your thighs to your top to undo the buttons of your blouse, parting the fabric as he went to expose your soft plump breasts for his needy hands to feast on. Sliding the blouse down your arms he used it to secure and tie your hands behind your back as they were.

“I don't want you to touch me, this is all about you my love. Let me pleasure my woman the way she deserves” he spoke between kisses which had gotten you whimpering against his lips.

He smirked softly trailing his needy wet kisses down along your jaw to your throat as his hands reached to unclasp your bra, before hooking his fingers around the shoulder straps to slide them down as far as he could.

Taehyung pulled back gently from the kiss to admire your exposed bare breasts as they heave slowly from the way you were catching your breath. He leaned in closer, exhaling slowly against your nipple which aroused goosebumps across your skin. Closing the gap he latched onto your nipple, sucking gently as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud. One hand came up to knead your other breast while the other ventured daringly between your legs as he slipped it underneath your skirt. You tilted your head back , moaning softly as you felt his fingers press up against your slick wet folds. He moved them so effortlessly, feeling around and spreading your wetness along his fingers.

“Fuck you’re so wet my love. All of this for me?” he asked, humming against your nipple.

All you could do was whimper and nod, pushing your hips further into his touch as he continued to circle his fingers around your clit in a teasing manner.

“Taehyung please” you managed to let out in a breathy tone, feeling the pleasure inch up higher into your throat.

He switches from one nipple to the other, mirroring his actions here as he kitten licks your sensitive bud. Taehyung teasingly presses the tip of his middle finger up against your entrance, before pushing it in gently, taking his time with you to make sure you properly felt the full force of his lust and desire for you. He looked up from your breast, examining your every expression as he pushed his finger further in you. It was as if his finger had no end, I mean you knew Taehyung had beautiful hands adorned with long slender fingers but you had only now realised as they were entering you just how long they are. Pressing the pad of his finger down against your walls he had no trouble finding your deepest most sweet spot,earning a deep long moan from you.

“Ah, there it is” he said teasing before he began moving his finger in and out of you, making sure the tip of his finger brushed up against that soft spot within each stroke.

You felt insane, the height of this euphoric sensation and stimulation he was giving you was out of this world, his hands looked soft from the naked eye but it's like this that you could really feel the coarse ridges of his finger tips. You couldn’t think much further as your thoughts were being muddled by the passionate movements of Taehyung's finger.

“Your slick wetness is making it much easier for me to reach in your tight walls my love” you gripped onto his upper arms feeling the definition of them and the way they were slightly flexed at the moment. You could feel the coil tighten quickly in your lower abdomen with the way Taehyung was skilfully and passionately fingering you. He could feel the change in your core and pushed you further as he pressed his thumb to your clit. Matching the pace and movements to both fingers he was dragging your climax over the edge and you could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was making all the right moves treating your body like a goddess. He worshipped your most sacred parts, your head was spinning from how tightly wound you were right now just teetering over the edge and you could feel that you were going to spill at any moment.

“Cum for me my love, let me have your sweet release” he begged as we knelt down so his face was level to your core.

In an instant he replaced his thumb with his lips to your clit, greedily flicking the tip of his tongue on your more sensitive swollen bud. His finger was still moving in and out of you, making sure he pushed in deep with each stroke as he sucked on your clit. No words were coming out of your mouth and all you could manage was a high pitched moan as your thighs trembled, cumming in a large wave on his finger and tongue. As if he was dying of thirst, he lapped up every drop of your sweet release trickled down along his fingers.

“O-oh Taehyung… I-” he cut you off mid sentence with a soft kiss to your lips, the taste of your climax lingering on his tongue.

“Sshh , I’m not done with you yet my love” he said, his lips just a mere centimetre away from yours.

Your head was in a wild daze and you couldn’t collect your thoughts fast enough to process Taehyung pushing his pants down to his thighs to free his hardened dick. He was about average length and very above average on girth. His tip was smooth and red, hard and leaking beads of pre-cum. So ready to be engulfed by your wet warm heat as he slipped a condom on himself. He grabbed your thighs spreading them a bit more as he angled the tip of his dick to your entrance, coating himself in the remains of your first climax. You wrapped your arms around his neck securing yourself so you don’t fall over from the absolute mind fogging state of pleasure you were in.

Slowly he guided his dick in, pushing up and into you till this tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. The both of you let out a symphony of moans as you felt his thick girth fill you up from deep in. Taehyung let you adjust to his girth, pressing soft kisses along your nape and neck.

“You feel so fucking amazing my love, and I haven’t even started moving yet” you moaned at the way his voice was rumbling through your body making you cream just from the way he was speaking to you.

“M-move , please” was all you could say , completely lost in the feeling of his dick pulsing softly inside of you.

Taehyung held your hips securely as he began to set a pace, pulling out halfway and bottoming out with each thrust. His pace was slow, gentle, he was studying your every expression looking deep into your eyes and his hips moved with deep want and desire.

“You’re mine”

“I’m yours”

“You belong to only me”

“I belong to only you” the last word came out in a long high pitched moan as Taehyung began pounding into you harder.

“No one else can have you” he moaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his dick.

“No one else can love you more than I do”

“T-Taehyung” you whimpered, feeling his pace quicken and his trusting becoming harder. The tip of his dick smacking kisses to the entrance of your cervix with each thrust.

“Cum for me, cum for me and show me who you belong to” he growled in your ear, maintaining his quick pace as he pounded in deep.

Like a storm, your orgasm washed over you causing not only your thighs but your whole body to tremble and shake. Taehyung moaned and smirked against your cheek as he pulled out of you, ripping the condom off to cum on your thighs. The two of you were sweaty panting heavily as you calmed down from your extreme high. Taehyung held you firmly in his arm, feeling the weight of your body grow limp against him. He peppered gentle kisses along your jawline before leaning up to your ear to whisper softly.

“You’re mine, and I will do anything to keep it that way”

The next morning you woke to breakfast in bed with a very bubbly Taehyung and he was being the clingiest he’s been since the two of you first started dating. The two of you cuddled up in bed that morning talking about the event of last night and it was a playful intimate moment as you both enjoyed your morning tea.

“So shall we head to the library for a date today? I have to work the shift there today. Maybe you could hangout with me there?” Taehyung chirped excitedly.

“Oh my love I still have to go for my study date with Angie remember? My exams are in another two days and we still have a lot more to catch up on” you said with a soft playful pout.

Taehyung went silent for a moment, the smile on his face disappearing as he looked blankly in your direction.

“Do you have to? You can study on your own too , with me. Doesn’t she have anyone else to go out with?” his tone sounded a bit annoyed and frustrated.

“Taehyung, I promised her we’d study together. Plus! She is my most cherished friend and I am her most cherished person in general. Angie doesn’t have any family or any other friend’s on campus. I can’t abandon her, especially during exam weeks . This is our finals and it’s very important my love” you reasoned with Taehyung while you brushed your fingers through your hair.

Taehyung seemed to be spacing out with every word you were saying, as if he were breaking down the sentences in little branches of more sentences and his train of thought was flying in all directions. You noticed the shift in his gaze and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, which got him looking into your eyes with a soft pleading expression.

“Don't leave my love, please?” he held your hands to his chest, as he begged you softly.

“I’m not leaving anywhere Taehyung, only to the campus library like I was yesterday. And just like yesterday I will be home to you as soon as we’re done, okay?” you said, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

“Fine” he answered after a long deep exhale.

“But, I might be home later than you. Because I have the closing shift, and I have to stay back till late to lock up the library.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought.

“Are you sure you can’t at least convince her to study at the local library instead of the campus?” Taehyung pleaded a little more, trying all of his luck.

“My love, what has gotten into you? I am only at the campus library, with my best friend. I will be safe! And don't worry we won't overwork ourselves okay?” you said as you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

Taehyung nodded and looked up at you before sitting up at the edge of the bed, back facing you.

“Let’s get ready for the day then” he invited as he grabbed his towel heading towards the bathroom.

Taehyung offered to drop you off at the Library even if you insisted you’d take the bus there. Upon arriving you quickly spotted Angie waiting by the library door with what you assumed were today’s study materials arranged in a stack in her arms. Leaning over you pressed a gentle kiss to your lover’s cheek before getting off, making your way towards your best friend but you noticed her gaze was fixed behind you instead. You waved your hand in front of her face to get her attention as you came up to stand by her.

“Hellooooo, earth to Angie!~”

She snapped out of her lost train of thought before smiling widely at you.

“Yes this is mission control Angie to Commander sweets” the two of you giggled as you made your way inside.

“You alright there Angie? You looked kinda lost in thought there. Thinking of the exam?”

“No just.. It’s nothing” Angie answered, sounding a little distressed as you both took your seats at the table by the literature shelf.

“That didn’t sound reassuring in the slightest. What happened Gie?” you asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Well… Last night on my way home I felt as though I was being followed, or watched and it was so eerie. I heard footsteps near me but no one was around. I walked faster with the bottle of pepper spray I always keep with me and that’s when they stopped. But afterwards I heard the sound of a car driving off and when I turned to look I could barely catch a glimpse of what car it was since it sped off”

“God that sounds so scary. Lucky you had that bottle of pepper spray on you to save you from whoever that was.”

“Yeah it was probably one of those creeps terrorising the other girls, remember those missing student cases they warned us about?”

“You might be right, those poor girls went missing in the night and were never found after. Sometimes it’s scary to wonder what happened to them”

“Even scarier knowing all those girls were from our department from the past three years”

“I’d rather not think of that” you shuddered.

“Yeah you’re right. Let’s get to catching up with these materials then, not finishing up this syllabus is far scarier” Angie jokes, lightening up the mood as you both giggled softly.

The rest of your study evening went smooth with the two of you covering more than what you’d initially planned.

“I think we’ve done a lot today! I guess we can cut our study day short and have tomorrow be the last day to finish up the last bits before a recap” you said, slightly exhausted but hopeful.

“Exactly! Uugghh this means we’d get a day off to rest before the Exam. We could go get a drink?” Angie suggested playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

“I’d like to NOT have a headache on the morning of the exam thank you very much” you said chuckling softly as you packed your books away.

“You’re right you’re right. That would be wise, yeah. Then we’ll go on the last day of the exam, once our papers are officially over we’ll celebrate!” Angie suggested, the excitement in her voice present as clear as day.

“Now you’re talking. We’ll do that instead”

“Alright, drinks on me when we go then”

“Promise?” you held your pinky up as Angie linked it with hers.

“Promise” she said and you exchanged laughs packing the last of your things.

��Oh Gie, you want me to walk home with you? Taehyung has the closing shift at the local library today so he’ll be home late.” you offered as you both made your way to the exit of the library.

“That’s fine sweets, I can get home on my own, don't worry about it! If it makes you feel better I'll text you when I get home okay?” she reassured with a wide smile, giving you a tight hug.

“Well if you’re sure, then okay. I’ll be waiting for that text okay?” you told her sternly in a caring tone as you gave her a squeeze.

“Okay okayyy I will!” Angie pulled back from the hug flashing you a smile before walking the other direction as you made your way towards the bus stop.

Angie didn’t live too far from the area which is why she preferred walking everywhere. She also says it helps her “watch the neighbourhood for safety” but that was just Angie code for checking out the college guys that live around the area as well. She took her usual route home, putting her earbuds in as she clicked on her carefully curated playlist of songs that were perfectly set in a duration for her to reach her home. Angie enjoyed listening to loud music as silence wasn’t what she favoured. But that wasn’t the right choice for tonight however when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her tightly grabbing her off the quiet road into the bushes. Angie tried to scream but her mouth was covered, a large hand pressing over her mouth so hard she knew it’d bruise. She tried squirming to free her arm but it was no use against the larger body which caged her in place. The broad figure had pinned her to the grassy ground behind the bushes, her arms and legs restricted from any and all movement as she felt the warm breath of the person by her ear. Tears streamed down her face as her breath quickened.

“Enjoying what belongs to me? What do you have that I don’t… ” The voice spoke, a man.

His voice was hoarse and so deep she could feel it vibrating through her beating heat. Angie felt light headed, partly from the intense fear of this unknown body pinning her and partly from how tight her mouth and nose were covered. She tried wiggling her head with little enough success that allowed her to take a hard bite out of his palm. But before she could scream, the sting of a hard blow hit her head. Vision blurred as she stumbled to crawl on all fours. Her house was so close, visible right in front of her eyes behind the bushes. Angie lost all bearings in her mind as she fell unconscious on the grass. The last thing she saw were a pair of shoes and the faintness of his voice speaking.

“Consider this a warning. Do not play with what’s not yours”

[22:40] You : I’m home my love! <3 Study date went great today! Will it be long before you get home? I miss you :(

[22:46] TaeTae : I’m glad you’re home safe my love :) ! I'm just finishing up here.. I’ll be back in 10 minutes <3

[22:47] You : yay! See you soon then :3

[22:47] TaeTae : See you soon <3

You dropped your phone onto the bed, making your way to the bathroom to wash up from the day. It was humid to say the least and the campus library had the worst air conditioning. A long cold shower got you clean and cooled off enough to slip into your pyjamas. You picked up your phone to see no recent texts from Angie and you wondered if she had gotten home safely, but before you could type a text on your phone you heard a knock at the door.

“My love!” your boyfriend chirped happily, but clearly he looked exhausted.

You wrapped your arms around him in a loving hug as you welcomed him home.

“Aahh i’m glad you’re home my love. Did you have a busy day- What happened to your hand?!!” you grabbed his wrist to inspect his bandaged hand and he quickly pulled it away from your hold, wincing in pain.

“I had a little accident with the box cutter at the library today. We had a new shipment of books come in and I used the cutter to remove the tape seal and well…” he said sheepishly as he inspected his own hand.

“Taehyungie, you should’ve been more careful with sharp objects, you know that. Let me see how deep the cut is” you demanded walking closer to get a hold of his hand but he stepped back moving it away from you.

“I’m not supposed to remove it right now since the wound is fresh, it was quite deep cut. The medical assistant told me not to take this off or let it get wet for a few days so it heals without infection.” he reasoned as he petted your head with his other hand.

“I’m fine my love I promise, the cut will heal. He continued to reassure you, looking into your eyes.

“Fine then, i’ll at least help you to plastic wrap it so it won’t get wet in the shower.” you said, sounding pouty as you returned his gaze.

“Alright my love, you can do that. I’d appreciate that so much” he smiled softly at you, still petting your head.

You helped to cover his bandaged hand with food safe plastic wrap before helping him undress for a shower. The night felt a little uneasy as you lay in bed next to your lover, still not receiving a text from Angie you laid on your bed spacing out at the many thoughts flooding your mind.

“You look tense, my love, what's the matter?” you heard Taehyung quiz you worriedly as he climbed into bed next to you.

“Angie told me something concerning today. She told me she felt like she was being followed home yesterday, and I offered to walk home with her today but she didn’t want me to and said she’d be fine. I told her to send me a text when she’s home but I didn’t get one yet. I’m worried.” you confessed in a rush, the worry in your tone clotting thickly in your throat.

Taehyung remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

“Maybe she forgot and felt tired, and went straight to bed once she got home?” Taehyung suggested calmly as he caressed your arm.

“Maybe, I mean I will see her again tomorrow so I suppose maybe she’s fine. I’ll send her a text anyways.” You said, picking up your phone to type the text to Angie. Taehyung watched you silently as he caressed your arm.

[23:58] Me : Giieeeeee I hope you got home safe! Rest up well and I'll see you tomorrow Gie!

“You’ve had a long busy day today my love. Studying all those materials I saw Angie bring must’ve been so tiring. You best get some sleep now.” Taehyung spoke softly as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, you’re right love.” you answered with a gentle smile, yawning.

“Rest my love, I’ll take care of you” he said, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear.

The two of you cuddled closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his bare chest. Soft, warm, firm and strong yet safe was what he felt like. His hand came to rest up behind your head as he caressed and pet you slowly, lulling you to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the gentle humming of a familiar voice as his hand caressed along your temples.

“Hm?~” you began opening your eyes to the sight of your lover smiling fondly at you.

“You sleep so beautifully, I could watch you all day my love~” he confessed in a gentle tone causing you to let out a soft groggy giggle as you leaned into his touch.

“Did you watch me all night?”

“No~ just for about 10 minutes now” he smiled, his hand continuing to caress you.

“Where’s my phone? I wonder if Angie texted back” you asked, reaching for your phone on your nightstand.

Unlocking your phone you noticed a text from Angie, giving you a sigh of relief. But it didn’t last for long when your eyes scanned through the text followed by images attached to it. Your stomach dropped at the text that read ;

[01:16] AngieGieee : Hey this is Angie’s housemate, Teresse. Angie was attacked by someone last night on her way home. She suffered a blow to her head and we found her unconscious outside the front door. Luckily her injuries aren’t fatal nor do they affect her brain, we don’t know who did this but we’ve logged a police report. Angie is doing okay right now after a hospital visit. But she will need to rest at home for the next two days. However she will still make it to the exams so don’t worry. You’re welcome to visit Angie in the morning.

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You slapped your hand over your mouth gasping loudly as you looked at the pictures of your best friend. These looked like pictures taken by the police for evidence of assault and tears pricked at your eyes as you swiped through the pictures.

“My love, what's the matter?” Taehyung asked, leaning closer to look down at your phone.

“What! Is that Angie?? What happened??”

You wordlessly gave your phone to Taehyung to have him read the text.

“Oh gosh, the poor girl… I’m glad she is home safe and resting at least”

“ I have to go see her”

Taehyung watched you as you got up quickly from the bed rushing to get ready.

“My love but she is safe now, she’s resting at home. You don’t have to do you?”

“What are you talking about!! That’s my best friend and someone HURT her Taehyung, it’s all my fault! I should’ve walked her home like I insisted last night” you raised your voice in distress and you didn’t want to register any reasoning he was trying to give.

“Did… did you just raise your voice at me?” Taehyung asked, sounding completely shocked as his eyes followed your wandering form around the room.

You stopped to turn at him, your whole body softening at the sight of his big glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry.. I..I have to go see Angie. In fact I think I’ll stay with her to take care of her. It's my fault for not walking her home when she told me about being stalked the night before.” you walked up to Taehyung, cupping his cheeks as you pressed soft kisses to his lips.

“You’re leaving?... And you’re raising your voice at me when I never once raised my voice to you?”

“Taehyung my love, I’m sorry.. Please understand I need to be there for her. You would do the same if it was me who was attacked wouldn't you?” you said softly as you caressed his cheeks.

He leaned into your palm, closing his eyes.

“Will I only be able to see you after the exams?...” he asked in a voice thick with tears that he swallowed back.

“Yes, that is likely the case my love and I promise right after the exam I will be home to you.” you reassured him, pressing a long firm kiss to his forehead.

“Promise? You have to be back.. I still think that you don’t have to go since she has her roommate taking care of her…”

“I understand what you’re saying, but she isn’t close to her roommate. Plus, I feel guilty Taehyung. I promise and absolutely promise to come home after exams”

Taehyung sighed heavily in defeat as he nodded his head.

“Fine….” Taehyung looked into your eyes, his expression was clearly pained but in the moment you couldn’t understand what made him feel so…defeated? His eyes were pleading you for something but you couldn’t understand what it was. Right now your thoughts were occupied by Angie’s well-being and you quickly packed the rest of your things for the stay. Taehyung remained silent watching you the whole time before he spoke up.

“Let me drop you off at her house then” he suggested blankly, standing up from the bed.

You turned to look at him as he made his way out of the room, something was off about his behaviour in the moment that was unconsciously irking you but you couldn’t process it in the moment solely because you were more guilt ridden for Angie.

Pulling up to her street, you gather your bags and leaned over to press a quick kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. Just as you were about to open the car door you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly. Turning to look at him you met his pleading yet stern gaze.

“You promise to be back after exams my love?” he asked, the grip on your wrist feeling a little too tight.

“I promise my love, I will be back” you spoke softly, caressing the hand that was gripping your wrist.

He leaned close to press a kiss to your temple , letting go of your wrist. You flashed a sweet smile towards him before hopping off the car making your way into the house.

Teresse had greeted you at the door leading you up to Angie’s room, where she was sitting on the bed with a bowl of stew watching her favourite show on her laptop.

“Oh Angie…” you let out the tears you’d held back, finally flowing in a slow stream.

She turned to look at you with a surprised expression which was quickly replaced with concern as she made space for you on her bed.

“Sweets, heey nooooo don’t cry. It’s okay see I’m fine” she consoled you , patting the space next to her.

You sat up on her bed taking her hands in your as you inspected the injuries on her face and body. Her head was bandaged and she had a deep bruise that spread from her left temple down to the corner of her left eye. Very faint bruises on her cheeks that looked like finger indents, and similar indent-like bruises across her arms.

“Hey I know i’m hot stop checking me out” Even in a situation like this Angie could still make you crack a smile mid-tears.

“I’m not listening to you next time, I’m walking you home myself and walking everywhere with you from now on” you shot back, gently poking a spot on her arm that didn't seem bruised.

“It’s not your fault sweets, please don’t blame yourself.” she reassured you, caressing your arm.

“What..what happened that night?” you asked , wiping your tears off your face.

“My memory of it is hazy, all that I know is that I didn't hear the man come up behind me because of my earbuds. I remember him saying somethings to me but my heart was beating in my throat. I couldn't focus on what he was saying to me and all i was thinking is that I was either going be sexually assaulted, kidnapped or die trying to get away”

“And you chose option 3?...”

“Better than living in a violated hell right? Plus I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I tried to fight back but he was much larger than me so..” Angie shrugged.

“I feel guilty Gie, that’s why I’ve decided I’m staying here to take care of you. It’ll also be a good way for both of us to catch up on our studies. Plus! I think I need a different environment setting for a while. And the best place is definitely with you” you confessed, smiling at her.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said Taehyung wasn’t stressing you at the moment. No it wasn’t his fault, he just wants to keep you safe in his gaze that’s all . He loves you after all….doesn’t he?

The next few days go by with Angie and you finishing up on your study materials for the exam and having time to revise through the materials again. It felt so relaxing staying over with your best friend, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this free and the more time you spent with Angie the more you realised how subconsciously on alert you were at all times. It felt like your body was put on manual drive and you had to control every bit and switch, but the past few days with Angie was a slow cruise on auto pilot and you felt more like yourself. Taehyung had texted you in between those few days casually checking up on you but remained more on the quiet side which was unusual for him but you didn’t pay it much thought since you were enjoying the space. You still texted him good morning and good night and updated pictures of your activities with Angie and how much of the syllabus you had caught up with, to which he’d reply enthusiastically.

Your exams rolled around and it was a hustling mess of papers and words, spilling all the information you’d learned and revised with your best friend and suddenly it was the last day of your final papers. The History of Literature was the one you were most worried about but Angie reassured you that you both had studied enough to ace the whole exam.

“Victoryyyyyy!!” Angie exclaimed as the two of you left the exam hall.

“That felt like the weight of the whole fucking world came off our shoulders”

“Ugh! Tell me about it! Well!! Time to Party!”

“Woah woah woah , shouldn’t you be resting at home? FYI you haven’t fully recovered yet you know. That injury to your head could get worse with alcohol” you reasoned with Angie as the two of you made your way back to her place.

“Oh ppffttt I’ll be fine!! Plus! I made a promise that drinks would be on me!, and I intend to keep my promise. Thank you very much!” she said playfully, shaking her head towards you.

Promise…. Wasn’t there something else you promised? You thought about it for a moment before you responded back to Angie.

“Well, I mean.. YOLO right? And free drinks doooesss sound good. You know what? Let’s Party for old times sake Gie” you nodded at her with a wide smile.

“Fuck yeah let’s celebrate and get hammered babyyyy”

The Flashing light and pulsing floor made your blood rush. The adrenaline and exhilaration of letting go and being free. Dancing the night away with Angie, occasionally taking breaks to down a few shots of Vodka Lemon and glasses of Whiskey on the rocks. The mixture of both liquors made your brain fuzz and go light, adding to the hype and feel of the musing making your whole body vibrate. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun especially out with Angie and she was enjoying as much as you did. She of course was getting more attention from the frat guys in the club, word had spread about the incident with Angie and she had all the guys offering to get her drinks. She was enjoying her free drinks and attention as were you as the two of you stuck close together laughing through the night and loud music.

“To Us!” she screamed over the music, holding her shot glass up to you.

“To Us! For successfully completing our finals!” You yelled back with a laugh as the two of you clink your glasses to down them. Bottoms up style.

Just as your last shots for the night were placed on the bar table, your favourite song played.

“Oh fuckk! This is our jam sweets!! Last dance, come on!” she excitedly dragged you back onto the dance floor as the two of you danced your hearts out to Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.

Returning back at the end of the song you both happily clinked your glasses again before downing the drink.

“Ugh, either we’ve had too much to drink or this shot tastes like shit suddenly” Angie giggled as she shrugged, swaying slightly.

“Yeah… fuck I think we should get back. We’re way too drunk to be here longer” you managed to slur out, grabbing Angie and putting your arm around her shoulder as he wrapped her arm around your waist.

It was too late in the night for a cab and those who hadn’t left yet would probably not leave till sunrise, so the two of you relied on your last ditch efforts to walk your way back to Angie’s. The road was quiet and most people were either still out partying or indoors fast asleep. The two of you started swaying a lot more the further you walked and your head started spinning too violently to hold your senses together. It didn’t just feel like your head was spinning, it felt like you were suddenly aware that the whole world was spinning. Angie stumbled and fell to the ground, causing you to fall on top of her as the two of you groaned and squirmed trying to get up.

“We… we didn’t…. Drink… that much??... Did we??” Angie slurred out trying to pick herself up with no success, as she face planted into the ground again.

Something wasn’t right, something was horribly wrong, you were trying your hardest to fight the pull and your eyes landed on a tall figure walking towards you. Your vision blurred, focusing in and out violently as you flailed your arms.

“Ssh, it’ll only hurt worse if you fight my love” you heard the shadowy figure in a muffled tone.

But wait.. My love?...

“T-...Taehyung?”

Darkness.. Pitch Black.. Numbness..Absolute stillness and you felt nothing. You didn’t know how much time had passed, or what you’d registered before going unconscious was real. What Happened? What was going on? Where are you?

Muffled noises came into focus as you attempted to open your eyes. You felt a sharp sting when your pupils adjusted to the light. A single yellow tinted bulb in the middle of a….basement? You slowly opened your eyes only to quickly shut them again at the flashing of a light. Was that Lighting? Couldn’t be.. You were inside somewhere. You kept your eyes shut for a few moments before you heard shifting and clicking. A camera. It was the sound of an old polaroid camera with its bright flash. You slowly turned your head towards the source, seeing a tall broad back, fluffy hair that curled at the nape, wearing a long black coat, long pants and shoes that were put on weirdly in a way that the heels were stepping on the back of the shoe which were folded under the feet that were wearing them. Your blood ran cold as your bearings came back in line to be fully aware of your surroundings. You were seated on a chair, hand bound together on your lap and your body strapped into the chair legs were bound to the legs of the chair. Flinching you gasped as you realised who it was you were looking at exactly. He turned around to face you, much to your horror that you were hoping who you were looking at wasn’t it.

“Ah! My love, you're awake! I gave you some anti sober medicine so your head wouldn’t hurt when you woke up” he smiled widely at you, but you weren’t relieved to see him.

His face was decorated with what came into focus as blood splatter and it trailed over the front of his clothes and hands and even the camera he was holding.

“T-Taehyung what…what’s going on. What are you doing?!” You exclaimed trying to free yourself from the restraints.

“Hmm, well. Let me explain” He walked closer towards you, making you tilt your head up to look at him towering over you.

“You are my girlfriend. Mine. You being in this relationship with me means that you belong to me. You stay with ME. You love ME. You give your heart to ME. I took such great care of you, never once did I raise my voice. All I wanted was your love and to love you with all my heart. And I know!! I know you love me too. You’re the best one I’ve had yet. You made time for me, you kept your promises. But then… you were being taken away from me. Someone was stealing you from me. I knew that you wouldn’t break your promise. Surely you didn’t forget your promise. I know it was because of her. I gave her a warning. I told her to stay away, to not take what doesn’t belong to her. She never listened…”

Wait…Her?..Warning?...

Every ounce of blood in your body drained and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand as your entire being went cold. Angie…

“Taehyung… where’s Angie… what…What happened, what did…What did you do to her Taehyung..” you gulped. Keeping your gaze locked onto him.

He smiled in a way you had never seen him smile before and it sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m sorry my love, truly I am. Your friend wasn’t as smart as I thought she’d be. If only she took the hint and pieced it together that she shouldn’t have come between us.” he said as he stepped aside, taking his stand next to you.

Horror. Absolute Horror. Blood. Flowers. Barbwires. In the middle of the gorey mess….. Angie.

Her body was contorted in an unnatural manner so clear that her bones were broken and posed that way. But.. it couldn’t be Angie.. Right? Angie had blue eyes, this body didn’t have any. Instead it was flowers, roses to be exact, that seemed to be growing out of the sockets or so it looked that way. Barbwire wrapped around her waist like a belt, except that it was piercing through her torso and more barbwire wrapped around her head like a crown, except it was crushing her scalp that blood was trickling down her face. It looked.. Artistic in the most horrendous way possible. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your mouth going dry and tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You couldn’t cry out, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you were too stunned and in denial that whatever you were looking at wasn’t registering normally in your mind.

“I actually kind of liked Angie. I commended the way she took care of you and made you smile when I'm not around. Which is why I pieced her into art this way, to honour her. Sadly tho, that was the problem. She wanted to become my competition, mocking me by making you happy without me” he said as he petted your head.

“T…Taehyung…. An..Angie..” you couldn’t utter a single word beyond that.

He kneeled down in front of you, cupping your cheeks a little tightly making you shift your gaze towards him. His thumbs whipped away your tears as he spoke, continuing to caress your cheeks.

“Now there won’t be a single problem, you can come home with me. We could live peacefully together. You’d graduate, and I'd keep you with me forever while you become a writer. All while being home with me. You won’t have any interruptions and no one would take you away from me again. I’ll give you everything! Everything you ever want! I’ll take care of you! I’ll love you like no other.. Because you know that-”

“STOP IT TAEHYUNG! JUST STOP!” Your voice broke out violently as you shook your head from his grasp. Taehyung, startled by the volume of your voice, had sat down on the floor, looking at you with wide eyes.

“How could you!!!! How could you???!!! She was my BEST FRIEND!! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU !! YOU’RE A MONSTER!!!”

“I’m not a monster… I’m not….stop that my love don’t say that” He kneeled scooting closer to you.

“YOU ARE!! YOU ARE A MONSTER!! I HATE YOU LET ME GO YOU MON-”

“I’M NOT A MONSTER!!!” The sheer volume of his voice made you feel as if the whole room was shaking. He pressed his face into his palms and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I’m sorry, I’m so.. So sorry my love. I didn’t mean to yell , yeah? Here!! Here let me untie you. Just stay, stay with me okay? You’ll be happy!” he spoke quickly as he grabbed a knife that was stained with blood.

He cut the restrains off of you and in an instant you lunged towards him, pinning him to the floor. Blow after blow you punched as hard as you could.

“HOW COULD YOU??!! HOW COULD YOU HOW COULD YOU?!!!” Each blow seemed to be bruising him, causing a tear at his lip, bruising him even more around the eyes but she was…smiling. That same eerie smile, and he grabbed your fists with ease violently pushing you off of him causing you to hit your head on the ground upon impact. It made you dizzy, dizzier than you were before and you watched Taehyung stand up, wiping the little amount of blood from the corner of his lip before licking it clean off his finger. He leaned down to pick the knife up as he wiped it on his shirt, walking his way towards you slowly.

“I wanted to love you, give you all my love and Love you I shall. I will keep you with me forever and nothing is going to stop me from doing that. Not even you.”

A sharp sting….Right in the middle of your chest. Your mind was fogging, Breath slowing as tears streamed down your cheeks. Slowly losing all senses in your body as Taehyung cradled you in his arms.

“This heart, Belongs to me and Always will” He tucked the hairs away from your face, smiling softly at you as tears painted his own cheeks.

#bts #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung thriller #taehyung smut #taehyung romance #yandere taehyung #yandere bts #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts smut #bts thriller #bts v fanfic #yandere fantasy

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taegyuun · 4 years ago

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biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone.

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves.

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!”

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?”

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend.

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go.

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again.

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs.

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too.

“woah.”

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response.

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head.

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks.

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed.

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place.

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return.

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

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fauxkaren · 3 years ago

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Business Proposal - 7/10

This drama is like THE romcom-iest of all romcom dramas. It's also based on a webtoon and the style of the show tends to lean into those origins in a really charming and fun way. Overall it was a fairly enjoyable watch, but I think the last couple of episodes really fizzled out. I also ended up finding the secondary couple way more compelling than the main couple. But I still generally liked it and am glad I watched.

The protagonist is Shin Ha-ri who works as a food researcher at a company that produces food products. She's best friends with Jin Yeong-seo who comes from a rich family and whose father is often sending her out on blind dates with rich men. On one of those blind dates, Yeong-seo pays Ha-ri to go in her place and pretend to be her and act like a nightmare to scare her date off. Except, oops, when Ha-ri gets to the date, the man in question is Kang Tae-moon, the newly appointed president of the company she works at!

So yes, various shenanigans ensure and they enter into a fake relationship for a while. And then obviously they catch feelings but of course there's the roadblocks in their relationship of a) lol he's her boss and b) the different social spheres they come from and c) Tae-moon's grandfather's disapproval. And tbh, this is where the show kinda lags. Like I really didn't care to spend the last 2 episodes of a 12 episode show watching Ha-ri try to win over an old man??

Anyway, imo the more interesting romance is the secondary one between Yeong-seo and Cha Sung-hoon, who is Tae-moon's assistant and like a brother to him. They were just too cute! They have a meet cute early on and Yeong-seo is super into him but Sung-hoon is reluctant to get involved with Yeong-seo due to the drama that ensued after it was discovered that she'd sent her friend in her place on the blind date with Tae-moon. Eventually they do get together and I found the two of them navigating their relationship to be really sweet. Plus, Yeong-seo's story in the series is really about her learning to stand on her own two feet and cutting her toxic father out of her life which I really loved and found myself rooting for her a lot.

One thing that I really loved though was the friendship between Ha-ri and Yeong-seo. Sometimes on these kinds of shows it feels like there is a female friend who exists just so the protagonist can have someone to talk to about her romantic problems. But their friendship felt incredibly genuine and super sweet. And like it was a constant through line in the show. The friendship didn't just vanish once the characters had gotten into their respective relationships.

#karen watches kdramas #business proposal

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

* * *

“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret.

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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wickedwitchoftheemidwest · 4 years ago

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Happy New Year, everybody! I know that Literally no one cares or will read this, but I have to rate and talk about what I’ve read this year and this is my page, so deal with it.

2020 may have been a dumpster fire of a year, but I did read so me pretty good books. I didn’t get to read as many books as I wanted (like always), but that’s life. If you couldn’t tell, I do have a preference for romance novels, and these selections are very... 🌈 and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Here we go:

- Lies we Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley (4/10)

- I think I could write a dissertation about why I have a problem with this book, but I think I can just stop with “a white lady writing an interracial queer romance in the 1960s where the lead white character is literally a racist” should about cover it. Absolutely disappointed.

- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (10/10)

- Oh my god does Casey McQuiston know how to write a book. Classic enemies to lovers, my favorite trope. This is my comfort novel that I use as a form of escapism, and probably the reason I didn’t read many new books, as I reread it about five times. It’s my comfort novel, and I come back to it every time I need to feel happy. I’ve made three of my friends read this book, and I recommend it to everyone

- These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling (8/10)

- It’s sapphic, it has witches, and it’s adorable; what more could you possibly want? The ending left me wanting more. I was finally able to buy the sequel and I can’t wait to get into it.

- Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan (7/10)

- I think this book is sort of a classic when it comes to gay YA. This was a pretty good book, but it took me awhile to get into it.

- Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins (9/10)

- What did I say about enemies to lovers? HRH was regarded as sapphic Red, White, and Royal Blue, which I think is all you need to know to be interested. This book and short, sweet, and to the point. It’s an easy read (I read it twice, both times in one day). I think there could’ve been some more character building, but it’s so adorable I literally do not care. When I say I want more cute gay romcoms, they should use HRH as the blueprint.

- It’s Not Like It’s a Secret by Misa Sugiura (7/10)

- A cute, interracial sapphic love story where no white people are involved (the main character is Japanese American and her love interest is Mexican American). This coming of age story deals with acceptance, cultural differences, racism, and coming out. I think some of the points it was trying to delve into were too much on the nose at some times, but I really enjoyed this book.

- The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue and The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee (9/10)

- A fun romp set some time in the 1700s with a chaotic bi as the main lead? Count me in! I read this whole series this year, including the novella (the gentleman’s guide to getting lucky), and I loved every second of it. It’s an adventure series with some romance sprinkled in (a hella slow burn, but definitely worth it). The whole series has gay, bi, lesbian, and ace aro representation, and I was in love the entire time.

- You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson (8/10)

- The black sapphic book I needed. Liz Lighty decides she wants to leave her hometown and go to college, but after losing the financial aid she was counting on, she remembers the scholarship that prom queen gets every year, and decides to run. Sprinkle in a cute love story, and I’m hooked.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (10/10)

- I... cannot put into words how this book made me feel. When I finished TSOA, I cried all night trying to recover. Beautifully written, and I still can’t get over Achilles and Patroclus. One of my favorite books this year.

- Sorry Not Sorry by Naya Rivera

- After Naya’s tragic passing in July, I struggled to find her autobiography anywhere. However, I was finally able to get my hands on it, and am so glad that I did. Naya Rivera was just as genuinely funny and carefree as her previous costars have said, and I wish the world could’ve gotten more of her.

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- Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst (9/10)

- Sapphic love story about a princess who has been betrothed to a prince from a nearby country her whole life who instead falls in love with his sister. The main character, Denna, also possesses magical powers, which is forbidden in their land. One of my favorite things about this book is that it’s set in medieval times, but no one cares about queer relationships. The only problem with Denna falling in love with the princess is that she’s betrothed to her brother and nothing else. I recently bought the sequel to this book as well, and I’m excited to read it

- The After Series (books 1-2) by Anna Todd (-400/10)

- I was curious about this series because of how terrible the movies are, and needed to read them myself. I apologize to myself every day that I every even wasted my time on these two books. If I ever see Anna Todd, it’s on sight immediately. Not only is the writing terrible, but the romanticization of abusive relationships is absolutely unacceptable. I think I could take less issue with these books if the author wrote them as a “what to look for in men you should never date” rule book, but it isn’t. I could actually write an essay on why these books are more harmful than entertaining and how I genuinely think this series should have never been published. Also, Harry Styles did not deserve this.

I also discovered WEBTOON this year, and here are some of my favorites that I have read:

- Always Human by creator walkingnorth, a finished WLW story which was absolutely beautiful to look at and delightful to read.

- Lore Olympus by creator Rachel Smythe. I don’t think you can find too many people who haven’t heard of this story, but it’s a retelling of the Hades and Persephone mythology, and I adore it.

- Novae by creators KaixJu. A historical, queer and paranormal romance about a necromancer who falls for an astronomer.

- My Lady Artemisia by creator rimarza. This WEBTOON is a little bit newer with fewer episodes, about a knight tasked with guarding the princess, which starts to prove difficult once she starts to gain feelings for the princess, and an impending threat might cause her to past to come to the surface.

Of course, I’ve also spent a lot of my time on A03. I know I’ve read more, but here are the ones I bookmarked and have come back to this year:

- kiss me (if you mean it) by nerdybutpunk

- Carry On fanfic, short but sweet, absolute fluff

- Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor

- Red, White, and Royal Blue AUwhere Henry and Alex are camp counselors. It’s so good and I find myself waiting every wed and sat for the updates.

I read more this year than I have in a long time, and I enjoyed it most of the time. My goal for 2021 is to read at least two books a month and to expand my horizons to something that isn’t YA and isn’t romance. Also to find Anna Todd and tell her off. Hopefully we can accomplish some of that.

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6sakusa · 4 years ago

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‘worth more’ part 3, oikawa tōru.

a/n: im dedicating this part to @humanitysvertigo for motivating me to write & inspiring this piece with your song suggestion ‘like you do’

warnings: implications of toxic relationship, mild swearing, anGST, me not proof reading.

“you’re an idiot.” iwaizumi grabbed the setter by the collar in a brash attempt to knock some sense into him. more often than not he’d been constantly named as too aggressive for his own good but the ace knew exactly what oikawa needed in order to be brought to attention and there was no way in hell that he was about to let him get away with this.

“i’m not in the mood for this right now.” oikawa scoffed shoving off his bestfriend as he picked up another ball from the pantry preparing himself for another serve.

“i don’t care what you’re in the mood for, this isn’t good for you, how many times have i told you to cut this shit out.” iwaizumi launched towards the male, he was now raising his voice as he made reach for the ball. it was insane how much he would get riled up when it came to oikawa’s safety even though he hated to admit it.

“why are you like this.. you’re all like this, why are you trying to stop me? i need to get better, i need to do better, i need to—“ his words were cut off by a swiff headbutt from iwaizumi causing him to go crashing towards the ground.

“don’t you ever get tired of saying selfish shit.” it was obvious that anger was building up within the ace, but if you didn’t know him well enough you would miss how it was interlaced with pain and sadness. the sight of his bestfriend hurting himself took a toll on him too regardless of if he showed it or not and he couldn’t bare the sight of oikawa mistreating both you and himself. growing up together iwa found himself as the boys sole protector, as if he was his responsibility and now as the days grew longer it seemed as if the burden was almost getting to heavy to carry. the last thing he wanted was to have to walk away from the friendship because it was becoming too stressful and draining, no, because part of iwaizumi was oikawa and he couldn’t imagine his life without the selfish boy.

“don’t you wanna win? why do you play iwa? are you content with the participation awards? because i’m not.” the setter grit his teeth as he reflected back on his recent loss. the way the ball had hit the ground just a hair out of his reach, the way the score was so close and the taste of victory was almost on his tongue, the fact that it was their last try at going to nationals, the way it was his own kouhai who had beat him, the way he had disappointed iwaizumi above all. he had to make up for it, he had to make up for all of it.

“i play because it’s fun.” the ace shouted shoving him further into the ground. “i play because.. i like it, i like volleyball, and i like playing with you and the rest of the team, it’s made me who i am today.” his voice softened and he finally let go of his bestfriends collar, inhaling a deep breath as oikawa watched with wide eyes. “what does volleyball mean to you now? do you just want to be the best at what you do for something you don’t even find fun? look around, think about all the people you’re hurting.” he referred back to you.

“i’m doing this for you guys as much as i’m doing it for me—“

“no you’re not, we’re in our third year now, it’s done oikawa, it’s over.. there is no next game, there is no next tournament, there is no next time, and that’s okay because these past three years have been the best of my life, there’s nothing else i could have asked for, you’re the best partner anyone could ever want, my bestfriend and the best setter.” iwaizumi sighed collapsing backwards, hitting his own head as the words just kept tumbling out.

“really?” there was a newfound light in oikawas eyes, one that the ace much preferred in comparison to his gloomy figure that would always pop out when he was being much too harsh on himself.

“yes really, you are the best setter—“

“no.” oikawa cut him off unexpectedly. “really? i’m your bestfriend?”

“are you shitting me? you’re an idiot, who else would it be? we’ve been friends since we were kids.. stupid crappykawa.” he mumbled off at the end noting how sappy the setter had turned him.

“you have a way with words iwa-chan, or maybe you’ve just gone soft on me hm?” he joked around lifting the tense atmosphere off the two of them.

“and now you’re all smiling and shit? you were just depressed two minutes ago” iwaizumi clicked his tongue at the sight of his friend, he wondered how he was always able to switch his mood up so easily. sometimes he was envious of his ability to do so, he wanted nothing more than to turn off the nagging voice at the back of his head sometimes that would tell him—

“what can i say? i’m suddenly feeling inspired.” he looked up to the ceiling as if he was in some soft of romcom and iwaizumi scoffed at the sight of it. sometimes he wondered how he’d ended up with a bestfriend who was so cheesy.

“well good because aoba johsai isn’t the whole world, there’s a volleyball career waiting for you anywhere on this planet, but nothing everything is replaceable like that.” iwa successfully recaptured the setters attention with his last words.

“what do you mean?”

“y/n... she’s not replaceable but you treated her like shit today didn’t you? i saw her sitting out in the rain so don’t even try to deny it.” he gritted his teeth at the thought of it, the way your fingertips were icy cold, your warm tears juxstaposing the freezing rain, your clothes absolutely drenched and your catatonic state of pure silence as he walked you home. there was only one person who could be the cause of such pain, and he was standing in front of him now.

“the rain?” oikawa jumped to alert now, he knew he wasn’t in his right mind when he had spoke to you, all that was going through his head is that he was a burden that you needed to rid yourself from, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you or didn’t care about you or could live without you.

“what did you say to her?”

“i said i didn’t need her..” his heart clenched as he recalled the events, how could he be so foolish? and then to let you sit out there while he was ignorant to the entire situation as he stood there selfishly serving the ball over and over again.. “i scared her.” he swore he was on the verge of tears as he forced out those words, nothing hurt more then seeing your eyes wash over from love to fear in the matter of seconds as he towered over you. and for what? all you were doing was trying to help.

“well why are you still standing asshole? go to her, i’ll clean your mess up.” the ace sighed staring at the vast amount of balls sprawled over the court.

“no i can clean it up, don’t wo—“

“shut up, go.” he was interrupted by iwaizumi who had his best interests in mind as he always did.

“i owe you one.”

“you always do.”

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finally changing out of your drenched clothes you could barely bring yourself to move, you’d already turned down food and avoided questions when your parents had ask why you were practically dripping onto the floor. it was too much to even speak, it felt like a part of you was gone, someone you had planned your entire future with just didnt need you anymore in the blink of an eye. you were even reconsidering your university options just to be closer to oikawa and now he had tossed you away like a tired ragdoll. you had been warned about oikawa before, plenty of people named him a playboy, even his own bestfriend had warned you to stay away but something had left you so drawn to the male that it was unexplainable. it was a feeling that only those who had experienced it would know, it was true love, if soulmates existed you were sure he was yours and never in your life had the thought of even breaking up crossed your mind.

the two of you had gotten into heated arguments before and many times it would end with you in tears or him storming out but he always came back. why hasn’t he come back? was it truly over? were you just not enough for him? you knew how important volleyball was and you always supported him but you hated seeing him overwork himself. did that make you a bad person? maybe you were, maybe he was right and you weren’t being the supportive girlfriend you were meant to be, it was your fault, you should be better right?

“y/n?” your thoughts were interrupted by a sickeningly familar voice and you turned to see the very boy that you were just thinking about. there was no doubt now that fate existed, otherwise why did things always end up like this?

“what are you doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at the setter, scrambling to wipe the tears off your face. you hated looking weak more than anything but you couldn’t help the dent that the entire situation had left in your heart.

“iwa-chan told me what happened and your parents let me in, were you crying?” he moved closer towards you, watching as you tried your best to stifle your tears as if nothing happened. you knew it was a pathetic attempt, you really did, but you couldn’t help how badly you wanted to be strong. you flinched backwards, causing him to halt his movement as he was making his way to cup your cheek.

the sadness that washed over his eyes in that moment was almost unbearable for you to witness. of course it would pain him that you would flinch away from his hands like that, it looked as if you were afraid.

“w-what? why are you flinching? i would never hit you, i love you.” you hated the way you knew exactly when he was telling the truth and when he was lying, and right now tōru oikawa was being the most genuine that he had in a long time. one part of you wanted to pull away so badly, to tell him that he treated you like absolute shit, that he didn’t deserve you and to scream and shout at him to get out. but the other part of you, the stronger part, wanted nothing more than to revel in his embrace, for him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and promise how he was going to marry you one day while he played with your ring finger reminding you over and over again how much he loved you, because no one loved you like he did.

“please.. say something y/n.” he clenched his jaw as you stared at him with empty eyes, he couldn’t bare the thought of knowing that he was the one who had done this. it was always him who had caused you pain and suffering and now he was wondering if he had made the right choice by coming here.. if he hadn’t you would get over him one day wouldn’t you? you’d probably find someone who loved you without the grief that he always provided, someone who made you happy without requirement, someone who could give you a life that he couldn’t. what he didn’t know was how much you wanted to tell him how no one else mattered to you and how you had felt this way since the moment you’d met him but your mouth wouldn’t say the words you wanted them to so badly.

“why.. why do you always do this to me.” your voice cracked and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, your eyes glossed over before tears spilt out uncontrollably. you moved to clutch your own body, burying your head in your knees as you cried your heart out to your boyfriend who immediately moved to embarace you. what shocked him is how cold you were to the touch, you were sure to get sick tonight so he would stay by your side the entire time if he had to.

“i don’t know.. all i know is how sorry i am.” he pulled you closer so that you were not facing his chest as he brushed the hair out of your face and rubbed your back soothingly. “i cant explain it y/n-chan, i mess up really badly sometimes and i don’t know why, all i know is that life isn’t the same without you in it, since i met you everything just seems brighter, like it’s all worth it.. no matter what i say to you i will always love you.”

you cried harder as you came to the realisation of how weak you were for him.

“you’re the only person i can’t bear to lose y/n-chan, you’re the most selfless person i know, please don’t ever walk out of my life, i’ll do better i promise.” a tear rolled down his own eye as he imagined how empty things would feel without you, he wondered where he would get the willpower to wake up everyday.

“you promise?” you looked up at him with tear stained eyes through those beautiful eyelashes of yours, and how could he not love you when you still looked so pretty even when you were crying over him.

“i promise.” he hugged you a little tighter, wanting to memorise this moment for everything that it is.

“then i’ll stay by your side forever tōru.” you smiled softly at the thought of the rest of your life with the boy you always intended to spend it with.

“and i’ll marry you one day y/n-chan.” that day you fell asleep in your boyfriends arms as he stroked your hair and coddled you with promises that you’d remember for decades.

what the two of you didn’t know was how iwaizumi sat in the gym, motionless with a pained expression on his face and a slow tear rolling down his cheek as he led the boy he’d loved since childhood right back into your arms as he always had. he even stayed cleaning up for the rest of the night before practicing how he would face the two of you in school the next day with a smile on his face. as long as his bestfriend was happy he told himself.

because oikawa was wrong about one thing, there was someone more selfless than you.

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thehouseoflamentation · 5 years ago

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What would MC's first Valentine's Day with the brothers and Diavolo be like?

MC’s First Valentine’s Day with the Boys + Diavolo

(I know I’m super late but just take it ><)

Lucifer

Lucifer isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve but Valentine’s Day is the perfect occasion for him to show you his romantic side because if you turn him down for whatever reason, he can use the holiday as an excuse for his affectionate behavior.

He wouldn’t make a huge deal out of the holiday. He isn’t really the most lovey-dovey person to begin with, however he would still put in a lot of effort to make your first Valentine’s Day with him special.

He would often try to save face by saying it's all part of the holiday but you can tell by the way he blushes lightly and turns his head when you make eye contact that he’s genuinely excited and a little nervous about spending Valentine’s Day with you.

When asking you to be his valentine he’ll gift you a bouquet of roses he grew himself. He’s rather proud with how his hard work paid off and hopes you appreciate all the effort he put in.

“You’ll be mine, won’t you?”

His words almost sound like an order but its only because he won’t really know what to do if you actually said “no.” His pride will take a pretty big hit and he’ll be sour and grumpy for a while if you turn him down.

If you do say yes though he’ll start the second part of his plan and take you out on a romantic candle lit dinner date. Depending on the mood after that he might invite you to continue the rest of night back at his room.

Mammon

He’s sweating bullets thinking about what he’ll do for your first Valentine’s Day together with him. Should he buy chocolates or would it be better to make them himself? Can he even do that? Maybe a card? No, no that’s too simple. How about flowers? What were your favorites again?

He wants everything to be perfect and ends up spending waaayyyyyy over his budget to make sure he has enough stuff to give you the best Valentine’s Day surprise. Well that is if he even decided to establish a budget in the first place.

Everyone can see him planning for Valentine’s Day from a mile away. He thinks he’s being real discreet despite having huge boxes from Akuzon delivered under his name in preparation for the holiday.

In the end it was actually a good thing that he bought lots of extra materials. His attempt at creating his own homemade chocolate only resulted in burned inedible bits and spilled chocolate mix. Once he got the hang of it he was barely able to make enough for one box.

He also ordered flowers but failed to order them at the right time. They ended up coming about a week earlier than he planned and most of them ended up wilting by the time Valentine’s Day came around. However in the end he was able to make a small bouquet from the flowers that were still good.

His last redeeming gift was the card he made for you. It was simple and his writing wasn’t the neatest considering he kept spacing out while writing it but every word came from his heart.

“Here! Just...just take it!!”

Once he handed you the chocolates, flowers, and card his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest from how nervous he was. If you agreed to be his valentine he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions and would probably start vibrating from sheer excitement.

Leviathan

You haven’t seen Levi leave his room for weeks up until Valentine’s Day. You were worried about him but in reality he had spent all that time binging dating sims and romcom animes in an attempt to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day with you.

In the end he decided to go with something simple, heartfelt, and foolproof. He pulled his hood over his head to hide his blush while he gave you the traditional box of chocolates and flowers however there was something else he saved for last.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to but...here.”

His hands trembled as he handed you a small object covered in pink and red wrapping paper. It was a charm from an obscure anime he watched a couple weeks ago. In the show the protagonist gave his love interest a matching charm so they would always have a little something to remember each other by.

He didn’t expect you to understand the reference but the fact that he was able to convey his feelings for you was enough for him, even if it meant he was only one who knew the true meaning behind the charm….or so he thought.

Once you tore the wrapping covering the charm your eyes immediately lit up. Without skipping a beat you planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled him into a tight hug, thanking him for the charm. After you pulled away he was red from head to toe as he tried to process the fact that you knew exactly what the tiny key chain meant. Oh yeah and fact that YOU KISSED HIM.

It took awhile for Levi to regain his cool after that but he definitely wasn’t complaining. You ended up spending the rest of the day chilling in Levi’s room. Even though it was simple and laid back, you now knew without a doubt how Levi truy felt about you, and that charm hanging off your D.D.D was more than enough proof of that.

Satan

Satan had done some research on the human tradition once news got out that the holiday was just around the corner. He already knew what the celebration was about but he had trouble figuring out what he should do for the occasion. He wanted the day to be special for you but he also didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. He couldn’t quite choose between two gifts he had in mind so he ultimately decided on giving you both.

His first gift was simple and just as sweet, a small box of chocolates covered in red wrapping paper. The adorable face you made as you happily sampled the candy was more than enough to convince him to continue with his plan.

Phase two! This was actually the most embarrassing gift he had planned for the day so instead of handing it to you he left it in front of your dorm room and sprinted around the corner before you could catch him.

“A kitten for my kitten <3”

Attached to the note was a small cat plush with heart patterns and a pink ribbon tied around its neck. You couldn’t help but giggle and smile at the adorable little thing in front of you. You held it close to your chest before placing it on your bed and moving back towards the doorway.

Satan had been going back and forth about adding the note but from your reaction it seemed he made the right choice. He turned and was about to head back to his room for a bit when he felt your lips suddenly press against the back of his neck.

He may have been the fourth strongest ruler of hell but that fact was rendered null under the tenderness of your surprise thank you kiss. Now he was beet red leaning against the wall for support while trying to comprehend what just happened, not quite how he pictured himself spending Valentines Day but still just as enjoyable.

Asmodeus

Asmo was all too familiar with the traditions of Valentine’s Day. The gifts, the decorations, the feeling of love in the air along with *ahem* less pure emotions made it one of Asmo’s favorite human holidays.

There was no doubt the demon would go overboard with preparations but what should he start with first? Chocolates and flowers were a main staple of Valentine’s Day but giving you something like that would be way too simple and predictable for someone like him. No, no, no. He had to do something special.

He contemplated what would make the perfect gift until he finally settled on something that he knew would be true to himself and also make you happy. In the end he took you on a couples spa day so the two of you could unwind and relax together.

Then after getting pampered for most of the afternoon, Asmo took you to a candle light dinner at Ristorante 6. The place was nearly packed with couples but he managed to pull a few strings to reserve a table away from the rest of the guests with a balcony view of the night sky. The two of you chatted the night away, enjoying the food and each other’s company until it was time to head back to the dorms. But Asmo still wasn’t done.

Inviting you to his room Asmo held out his final present to you much to your confusion. It was just...his wrist with a ribbon tied around it. It felt like some kind of joke but as you untied the ribbon you found that it actually trailed up his arm and wrapped around the rest of his body. An intricate bondage pattern sprawled over his torso leading down the rest of his body hiding just beneath the cover of his clothes. Had he been tied up like this all day? Well at that point you didn’t know and didn’t care. You were far too busy enjoying your last “present” for the day.

Beelzebub

Beel was in quite the predicament. He knew the kinds of gifts people gave each other on Valentine’s Day but he often found it difficult to resist eating what he was supposed to give you. The handmade chocolates he made first were delicious! Perhaps a bit too delicious though as the rest of the batch disappeared in the blink of an eye once Beel sampled a piece to see if it turned out alright.

Well at least now he knew the right measurements for all the ingredients to make a second batch….and a third….and a fourth. He was down to his last ingredients and it was too late to run back to the store and start the process over again so he knew he had to nail this next batch.

This time around he had a special foolproof safeguard to prevent him from eating the chocolates he was going to give you and his name was Belphie. Every time Beel looked like he was about to have another taste Belphie poked him in the side and reminded him that the chocolates were meant to be a gift. The plan almost worked until Belphie fell asleep on the kitchen counter.

Soon after, Beel’s eyes started to focus on the bowl of chocolate again. His hands subconsciously whisked the sweet mixture faster and faster as his train of thought drifted away. All he could do was continue stirring while fighting back his urge to sample the chocolate again. He was so consumed in what he was doing he didn’t even notice you slip through the kitchen doors.

“Hey Beel! Whatcha up to?”

Your sudden voice and presence made the bowl slip right out of his grasp, flying forward as the chocolate covered the both of you. “I-I….umm….sorry. The chocolates were supposed to be a surprise gift but....” His eyes stared at the floor in embarrassment. This was definitely worse than getting you nothing for Valentine's Day. Beel reached for a small towel to wipe the mix off but ever the opportunist your hand stopped him.

“You know...it would be a shame to let all this go to waste. After all, I didn’t get a chance to taste any yet and I’m sure you haven’t had your fill either, right?”

Beel only nodded in response to your offer, effortlessly picking you up bridal style before heading back to his room.

Belphegor

Belphegor didn’t hate Valentine’s Day but he also wasn’t exactly fond of it. The pressure to buy your partner the perfect gift was often daunting and took some of the fun out of actually choosing a gift. Still that didn’t deter him from trying to find you something awesome for the occasion.

He ended up skipping his morning nap to search nearby stores for anything he thought you might like. Chocolates and flowers were standard but a classic so he ended up buying a box and bouquet for you.

He was just about to exit the store when something else caught his eye. It was something he knew HE would like but he wasn’t so sure what the extra details were for. Well it was cute enough and the two of you could use it together so why not?

After coming back from RAD that afternoon you made your way back to Belphie’s room. You usually stayed with him to nap and cuddle since he often missed you when you had to go to class. This time however, he had a surprise waiting for you.

Handing over the box of chocolates and flowers you immediately lit up and threw your hands around Belphie. He returned your embrace happily before handing you a gift bag with the final present inside. It was a heart shaped pillow with the words YES embroidered on the front and NO on the back.

“Wow Belphie this is.... really thoughtful!!! Thank you!!”

You tried to hide the blush that was spreading across your face. Belphie's innocent smile made you wonder if he truly understood the meaning of that pillow. Did he actually know what it meant and gave it to you as an invitation? Or did he genuinely think it was just a cute pillow? You will never know.

Diavolo

Diavolo gladly embraced human traditions and Valentine’s Day was no exception. He had events planned for the entire day, both for RAD and for you. Since you helped him plan some of the festivities the night before, you ended up staying at the demon lord’s castle for the night. The following morning you woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes, eggs, bacon, and all the fixings.

At first you figured Barbatos had made the food but as you turned to Diavolo and saw the glint of excitement in his eyes as you took your first bite you knew instantly that he was behind this. The food was delicious with most of it also being somehow heart shaped.

Once breakfast was finished the two of you got dressed and headed off to class. Attending RAD during Valentine’s Day was definitely surreal. The gothic halls and classrooms were decorated with pink and red hearts, flowers, and ribbons. You had to admit it was a rather cute homage to the human holiday.

After classes ended, you went back to the demon lord’s palace. Diavolo had requested you to meet him again but gave little to no detail as to why. You suspected it had something to do with Valentine’s Day and prepared yourself accordingly however nothing could prepare you for the surprise that was just behind the castle doors.

Once you entered the main hall you were greeted with hundreds upon hundreds of roses decorating the walls and an eager Diavolo barely able to hold in his excitement. You remember he said he had important plans for the day but you never expected something like this. Even though he already made you breakfast he didn’t want the day to end on a simple, unmemorable note so he made sure to give you something special to remember your first Valentine’s Day together with him.

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Hello! I really liked your posessive chuuya scenario! 🙈 Is it alright if I request a NSFW scenario with a possesive Dazai and him being slightly rough and dirty talking while doing it? Maybe he gets a bit jealous when he saw someone checking reader out and making a move on reader not aware dazai is their bf? And if you're still comfortable writing it can you include some breeding kink please? (No daddy kink pls) thank you so much! 🥺💖

Genre: NSFW

Tags: Breeding kink, Dirty talking

A/N: Your wish is my command, anon! I researched for the dirty talking for this one and I used a lot of dialogue from a writing prompt I found on Pinterest and also, I listened to an audio. I hope my sinning was worth it and that you’ll find this satisfactory haha enjooooy~ (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

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You never had a problem keeping your relationship with Dazai on the low. You never saw the point of parading it for everyone to see. The both of you agreed to just keep your private lives, well, private. Your dynamic is almost professional, your love life being completely separate from any other aspects of your life. You and he never even had an argument yet. No fights over what to have for dinner, whether someone forgot an anniversary and most of all, no fights over jealousy. It's like there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you that despite being together, you'll still keep your own personal freedom and frankly, you’re both satisfied with that.

A rhythmic knock on your door made you look up from your laptop and giddily run towards the door. Dazai stood outside, food in hand and a warm smile on his face. You stood on your tiptoes and greeted him with a kiss. Dazai's lips curled into a smirk as he made his way inside your room. You shared a few conversations about your day and lounged on the couch while watching a movie and finishing the food Dazai brought over. You were just done putting away the take-out boxes into the trash when slender arms slithered around your waist.

"Mmm, you smell so good," Dazai's smoky voice rumbled deep inside his chest as he nuzzled his face on your neck. "I've always loved the way you smell."

Dazai's hands gingerly moved down to your waist and settled on your hips. You sighed and leaned back against his toned form, your whole body relaxing on his touch. Dazai pulled you closer and pressed your butt against his crotch as he started to place tickling kisses on your neck. He's being a little bit more affectionate today and it made you wonder what's going on his mind.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He crooned on your ear, "I feel so lucky to have a goddess like you to love a mere mortal like me.” You giggled as Dazai playfully snuggled his face on your neck and give it a few tiny kisses. Wow, he’s really being sweet tonight. “Let me worship you, my goddess.”

With that, Dazai spun you around and intertwined his lips unto yours. His kiss was deep and sensual, like he tastes your lips for the first time. Your hands immediately reached up to tangle your fingers on his soft hair and you moaned as Dazai sucked ever so gently on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Oh, what am I doing?” He sighed dramatically, “A gorgeous being like you should be delivered to an altar.” Dazai lifted you off of your feet with a grunt and carried you on his arms like a child. You squealed and laughed as Dazai walked into the bedroom, humming a tune of some sort; the playful scene almost reminding of you of some cheesy romcom movie.

He laid your body gently on the mattress and hovered above you shortly. Usually, your sexual encounters are hot and rough but you figured that perhaps he’s in the mood to switch things up a little bit and have a night of slow love-making, in which you don’t have any objections. It wasn’t long until Dazai’s lips crashed against yours once again but this time; a little bit hungrier. You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck as you crave for more of him. You pulled him closer, letting both of your tongues danced sloppily around each other’s mouth. Your mind started to drown on the feeling of desire just from Dazai’s passionate kiss, your moan of satisfaction vibrated on his lips as one of his hand started to fondle your breast. Dazai chuckled darkly on your sensitivity and proceeded to slide his hand under your shirt to pinch your hardened nipples. You cried wantonly as he rolled it between his fingers while languidly licking your exposed neck, goose bumps rising as Dazai’s hot breath fanned on your skin. His fingers trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and slipped beneath your underwear, the pad of Dazai’s index rubbing circles on your clit as soon as he felt the protruding nub of flesh. At this point, you are completely overtaken by Dazai’s actions that his low whisper on your ear didn’t register on your mind immediately.

“You’re being too friendly with that man, aren’t you?” He asked in a cool tone, ��I don’t like you talking to them like that because you belong to me, right?”

“Dazai, what are you talking about?” You questioned him back, not knowing exactly what he’s asking you. However, instead of a response, he just bit harshly on a spot on the base of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you.

“I see the way they look at you, you know,” he said in a chuckle, “and I can’t stand it. You’re not allowed to wear that top anymore, alright? Your body is for my eyes only.”

Thoughts floated in your heavy head as you try to figure out what Dazai was referring to and somehow, through the haziness veiling your mind, you finally remembered how the top you chose for today’s outfit was a little bit low-hanging. You have to adjust it every now and then to prevent it from slipping down and revealing more of your cleavage. How did he know about that? Did he follow you to work?

“That’s right, I watched you today,” Dazai cut off your thoughts by answering your unspoken question, “I saw everything. I even saw how you let that man touch you. Should I teach him a lesson to not fucking touch what’s not his?”

You responded with a cry as Dazai plunged his finger inside you, pumping it in and out as soon as your walls wrapped up on him. Confusion enveloped you the more you try to make sense of the sudden change in his behavior. If he watched you today, is he talking about one of your co-workers? You’ll admit that you’re pretty close to a couple of male friends but whether they were hitting on you or not, you never really bothered to notice. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that you never really bring up your status with Dazai unless somebody asks, so it would make sense if people would just assume that you’re single. Your mouth opened to rebut his accusation but your words melted into a moan as Dazai inserted a second finger inside you and only with just a few pumps, he inserted a third one. Your muscles ached and burned as Dazai’s fingers stretched you up, your core getting warmer and growing more sensitive with the way he’s stirring you up inside.

“You’re mine to own, understand? Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance,” Dazai mumbled, his lips still on your neck and leaving dark purple marks on its wake.

“You’re overreacting, Dazai.” You whined, “There’s nothing going on.” You didn’t understand why he’s being like this all of a sudden when mingling with other people never really bothered him before.

“I’m overreacting?” He chortled, “Oh, sweetheart. If you only know how cruel I can truly be. If anything, I’m going easy on you.” Dazai smirked on your skin before resuming his assault on your abused neck with more power. Squelching noises bounced off of the walls of your bedroom as Dazai’s fingers diligently worked on your plumped muscles.

“I know you cover my bite marks,” Dazai licked the freshly added bruise on your neck, “so maybe I might just have to give you something more obvious; something that you can’t hide. How about I breed you? What do you say?”

Not being genuinely interested to hear your answer, Dazai pressed his thumb down on your clit and watched with dark eyes while you squirm and scream his name as he spread his fingers wider to stretch you even more. “Look at you being so needy. You’re my little brood, aren’t you? Your hole is just aching for my cock, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to fuck my cum into you and fill you up to your womb.”

Dazai’s vulgar declarations made you tighten around him and you whined as your mind argued with you on how wrong it is but the tingles rippling down your body became too overwhelmingly good to resist. Your pussy throbbed when Dazai violently removed his soaked fingers and shifted on the bed to tower over your limp body. You opened your heavy eyes to see him unbuttoning his shirt with a devilish smile on his face, causing a hitch on your already labored breathing. He didn’t bother to pull his pants all the way down before leaning down to position and rub his erection on your entrance.

“Look what you’ve done to me, my little brood,” he cooed, “I’ve practically cummed on my pants. I still have more to pump into you, though. So, be careful not to spill a single drop, okay?”

Dazai’s honeyed voice trembled as he roughly slammed his cock into you. The sweet burn that his length caused on your insides made you crumpled the sheets below you as you arched your back and your mouth flung open in a pleasured scream. It only took a millisecond before Dazai started ramming himself into you in a brutal pace you’ve never experienced with him before. It was deep and rough, air was knocked out of your lungs and you can almost feel the tip of his hard cock hit your stomach with each forceful blow he gives you. The bed creaked in time with your wobbling moans as Dazai penetrates you mercilessly, every push of his cock wiping out every kind of reasoning out of your head.

“Always so tight for me,” Dazai growled, “If you keep milking me like that, it won’t be too long until I get to flood your cunt. You want it that bad, huh? You want my seed that much, brood?”

The big change from being worshipped as a goddess to being addressed like a hen that’s being kept for his breeding made you felt so dirty and degraded but you’ll be lying to yourself if you say that it doesn’t arouse you immensely. Your fluids flowed out of you as you let Dazai use your body for his pleasure, his nails sinking on your hips as he angled himself to bury his cock into you as deep as he can.

Electric current of pleasure zapped on your nerve endings, the tension on your lower abdomen building up atop of each other. The rest of your limbs lay numb and weak against the mattress as every blood pumping out of your racing heart rushed to your pulsating core. Your walls convulsed under Dazai’s aggressive attacks but you wanted more, no matter how much your muscles started to sting.

“That’s it, my brood. Your little hole is just here for me, okay? You’re only mine,” Dazai’s voice became almost guttural despite his stable tone. “I want you to have the reminder every single second of the day that you’re mine. I’ll watch as your body change once I release my seed on your hungry little womb.”

You were only able to answer his lewd intentions by more moaning and screaming out his name over and over again in broken syllables. He pressed his body down against yours to lean closer to your face, making sure that you’ll hear his words loud and clear. “I will knock you up tonight and you’ll be mine forever. Just you and me. Forever.”

With that, Dazai lifted your legs up and hooked it on his shoulders. His thrusts became even rougher, the incredible impact of his pelvis shaking your whole body off of the bed. Your head hanged at the edge of the mattress and you grasped on Dazai’s forearms for support. He then took this opportunity to place more of his bruising kisses on your chest as proof that he was truly here. The pressure of his fingers on your hips increased along with his ongoing onslaught on your core and your eyes rolled back at the back of your head as your vision started to turn white and the built up pleasure on your stomach began to slowly unravel.

“That’s good, my brood, squeeze your pussy just like that,” Dazai growled upon feeling you clamp on him. “I will fill you up to the brim. I gotta make sure I’ll breed you properly, don’t I? That way, you’ll be marked by me from the inside, too. How wonderful is that, huh?”

The cheeriness of Dazai’s voice made you shiver and caused your walls to tense more around his cock which in return, made him groan and curse under his breath. Dazai’s hips started to buck erratically and his cock twitched as a warning for his impending climax. He pushed your legs further back, angled his pelvis and thrusts upwards, hitting that little spot above your walls that just made you lose your senses altogether.

“You turn me on with just how much you want to be bred,” he chuckled breathlessly, “I’ll give you what you want, my brood. I’ll claim you now so no one else would ever can.”

With a loud grunt, Dazai planted his cock somewhere deep inside your vagina and started a faster pace. The new sensation made you see stars exploding at the back of your eyelids and you once again screamed out his name as your own orgasm came rushing in while the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin thundered throughout the whole room. Dazai grabbed you by the throat and forced his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you fervently. You felt like your whole body caught a fever as sweat dripped down from your flushed skin and your face beet red from the intensity of Dazai’s actions.

“Here it comes, brood,” he said in sonorous voice, “Squeeze your dirty little pussy and take all of my cum. Don’t you dare let one drop of it go to waste. I want it all to go deep inside your pussy and keep it there until it made its way up to your womb, understand?”

“Y-yes,” you mindlessly answered. Whether it was for his question or just an expression on how good you’re feeling right now, it made Dazai chuckled in amusement.

“What a good little breeding tool you are,” he praised in a singsong manner before moaning out as he feels his fluids seeping out of his cock. “It’s coming out. I’m spilling it all out inside you- ugh!”

True to his words, Dazai buried his cock deep into you as spurts of hot cum covered your walls inside and like a domino effect, your own orgasm came in shortly. Dazai’s hard thrusts as he climaxed made the pressure on your abdomen snap and implode throughout your whole body. Breathing was forgotten for a moment as you ride your highs together, frozen in place and your body fluids mixing in.

Dazai collapsed on top of you; his cock still plunged in deep in your pussy and his ragged breathing being in tune with yours. You haven’t completely recovered from your strong release when you felt Dazai’s supple lips on your face. His kisses were back to being loving and gentle like he didn’t just made you a mess. Oh, the extreme duality of this man.

“Are you done being jealous?” You teased him through your heaving chest.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he replied as breathless as you are, “If you can still use your legs tomorrow, I’m not being jealous. Believe me.”

You scoffed and took a deep breath as your lungs started to settle in. You lied there with him for a few minutes, letting his body heat warm you up against the cold breeze of the night.

“I guess I never really cared until I saw you with that guy.” Dazai casually confessed. “Maybe I should thank him for making me realize how much I don’t want to lose you. But I swear, if he ever touches you again, I’ll cut off his arms.”

A laugh vibrated on your throat as his sudden possessiveness amused you to a degree and you thought that maybe you like him more like this instead of being an apathetic lover. Maybe you’ll wear the bright colorful marks he left all over your body with pride to ward off anyone who will think you’re not completely taken by this mystery of a man. Through your fleeting thoughts, you wondered if anything would really be formed from Dazai’s invidious act. Perhaps you’ll just have to find out some other time.

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