#nien x reader

[kangshxrtie]

Nineteen | My person

"How do you even be rockin' with buddy? Take it from her and I leave her with nothin" - P Power, Gunna ft. Drake

you were just about to head out the door for school when your phone buzzed with a text from your girlfriend.

my person 🤍 good morning girlfriend still can't believe i get to call you that anyways, let's walk to class tgthr tdy

us forever 🤍 hiii girlfriend i'm just now heading out so i'll see you when i get there?

my person 🤍 i'll be waiting for you at the entrance

us forever 🤍 can't wait to see you 🤍

you had just pulled into the school parking lot, closing your car door with a soft thud when you spotted her, nien, waiting by the entrance just like she promised.

“waiting for you was actually torturous,” she said dramatically. “i missed you.”

“we literally saw each other last night,” you snorted. 

“still too long,” she replied, already pulling you into a hug, her lips brushing yours like she couldn’t help it.

being public like this, after months of hiding things with yunjin, felt weird, but not in a bad way. there was no second-guessing, no glancing around to see who might be watching. nien wasn’t scared of people knowing, she wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with you, she was proud, and that alone made everything feel more right than anything you'd had before.

you walked to class hand in hand, fingers laced naturally.

unfortunately, your first class was videography, which meant two familiar faces you weren’t thrilled to see, yunjin and chaewon. you hadn’t run into either of them since the whole situation blew up, not that you were complaining, but now, there was no avoiding it.

still, with nien beside you, nothing really affected you. even when you caught yunjin side-eyeing you from across the room.

but of course, yunjin just had to say something.

as soon as class ended and you were packing your things, you heard her voice behind you. “so i wasn’t wrong.”

you turned slowly, exhaling through your nose. “oh my fucking god,” you muttered.

“there really was something going on between you and nien,” yunjin said, arms crossed, voice sharp.

“are you serious right now? that’s the most hypocritical shit i’ve ever heard.” you blinked. 

“i knew it—”

“you cheated on me,” you cut in. “i never laid a hand on nien while we were together. i was loyal the entire time, even when i knew you weren’t.”

nien stepped closer, her hand on your waist.

“you lied to me,” yunjin snapped.

“i didn’t lie about anything. we didn’t start anything until after i broke up with you. you think i’m like you? please.” your voice was rising, sharp with frustration. “honestly? i wish i had cheated. maybe then i wouldn't have wasted so much time feeling guilty about something you were already doing to me.”

“i can’t believe you’d do this to me…”

“i don’t even know why i liked you in the first place.” you just stared at her, looking at her in disbelief.

“let’s go,” nien said quietly, tugging you out of the building before you said anything else that might make you spiral.

you didn’t talk at first, just sat with her on the stairs outside, facing the parking lot, the breeze cooling you down.

“i’m sorry for going off. i know you told me not to let her get to me,” you sighed. 

“no, it’s okay. you needed to say it. i would've done the same if you hadn’t stepped up first.” nien shook her head, brushing her thumb against your hand.

you looked over at her, and she offered a soft smile.

then, because she was nien, she added with a wink, “you’re hot when you’re mad. just saying.”

“oh, yeah?” you raised an eyebrow, finally breaking into a smile. 

“mhm,” she nodded. “you can take your anger out on me next time. i wouldn’t complain.”

“you’re so stupid.” you nudged her with your shoulder. 

“and you love it.”

you did. god, you really did.

later that day, after your separate classes, you were on your way to meet back up with nien like you’d planned. the sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the campus as you turned the corner near the quad, right where you were supposed to find her.

but instead of seeing her waiting casually, you were met with raised voices. your steps slowed when you spotted her, nien, facing off with none other than yunjin.

“how do my leftovers taste?”

nien didn’t even flinch. “mhmm. delicious. scrumptious even.” she tilted her head slightly, smirking. 

“you bitch—” yunjin snapped, lunging toward her.

before she could get anywhere though, sakura stepped in from the side, quickly holding yunjin back.

you stopped in your tracks, watching the exchange unfold. yunjin struggled in sakura's hold, her face angry while nien stood her ground, unfazed.

"let go of me, sakura!" yunjin hissed, fighting against the hold.

"yunjin, calm down," sakura said firmly, her hands on yunjin’s shoulders, trying to steady her. "this isn't the time or place."

nien’s gaze shifted to you as you slowly walked toward the group, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "you’re just in time," she said, her voice playful.

"what’s going on here?" you raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on your own lips. 

yunjin’s eyes narrowed at you, her frustration evident. "what’s going on? oh, you’re asking me that? after everything?" she scoffed, still trying to break free from sakura’s hold. "this isn’t over, y/n. don’t think i’m done with you."

"i think you’ve said enough." you glanced over at nien, who was looking incredibly unfazed by the scene. "are you okay?"

nien nodded casually. "never been better." her eyes flicked back to yunjin, and she shot her a cheeky grin. "honestly, i’ve been waiting for this moment."

"don’t act like you’ve won anything, nien," yunjin spat, "this isn't over."

"wouldn’t dream of it," nien replied. "but you need to accept it, yunjin. she’s mine now."

yunjin’s jaw clenched as she finally stopped struggling, breathing heavily. sakura sighed, letting her go but keeping a watchful eye on her.

"let's just go," nien said to you, her voice softer now, turning away from the confrontation.

you gave one last look at yunjin, who was glaring at you, before following nien. "are you sure you’re okay?"

"yeah," nien said, glancing back at you with a smile that was almost too sweet. "that was light work."

the two of you walked off together, the lingering tension from earlier slowly fading as you got further from the scene.

“we should head back to mine,” you suggested casually.

“my car’s right here though,” nien raised an eyebrow. 

“how would you feel about leaving it here overnight and we head back to school together tomorrow?” you smiled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“why are we going to yours all of a sudden?” nien slowed her pace, looking at you curiously.

you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “because you look really hot when you're mad,” you said, teasing her. “and you also said i tasted... what was it? scrumptious even?”

“you heard that part?” her eyes widened slightly as she realized what you meant. 

“yep,” you confirmed, grinning. “but i’m not mad.” you leaned in closer, lowering your voice playfully. “unless you want me to be.”

“i also feel the need to head back to yours now.” nien shot you a look, clearly trying not to smile. 

you laughed, feeling her pull you along as she practically dragged you to your car. “you’re needy now, huh?”

“you threatened me with a good time, and now i’m just recuperating,” nien smirked, keeping her hold on your hand.

you laughed again, unlocking the car as you both climbed in, the door shutting behind you. as you started the engine, you glanced over at her, nien already reclined her seat slightly, watching you with that same smirk tugging at her lips.

“you know,” she said, voice low, “for someone who claimed they weren’t mad… you’re driving like you’ve got something to prove.”

“oh, i do.” you raised a brow.

she leaned in, brushing her fingers over your thigh. “then prove it.”

the rest of the drive passed in a blur of quiet glances and stolen touches.

as the door closed behind you, nien was already pressing you up against the wall.

“thanks for inviting me back to your,” she whispered.

“anytime, babe.” you responded, already wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer.

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[leafostuff]

Private Appreciation [FT. TripleS Nien]

Tags: smut, established relationship, slow stripping, body worshipping, cunnilingus (at least an attempt lol)

Author's Note: quite short but it was fun writing, really into Nien lately so i had to write something about her, it does count as my September upload

I have been feeling a bit down lately so it took me longer than expected to finally finish the smut (started writing in 20/8/24), i hope yall enjoy it even though the end may feel a bit rushed.

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“Baby…im horny”

“Nien, what the fuck?”

Honest question: was this the appropriate time for such a saying?

you and your girlfriend Nien are cuddling on your couch, watching some random romcom movie on a saturday afternoon, you would've gone outside and had a normal date but today your laziness was next level so you decided to stay at home, it's not like it was gonna get any less hot.

And here’s Nien, telling you the most random thing you heard this week (and for the time you know her, she said a lot of random things) during a movie where it's not like there is a sex or kissing since its was only the first 25 minutes of the movie, so there wasn't anything to trigger her.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck’?” She whines while her eyes look as tired as ever. “I am feeling hot, wet and it's sure as hell not making it easier for me with all of the sexual tension going between them” she complains while pointing at the screen.

“They are just… flirting” you say, a bit confused

“And?! I can tell 30 minutes from now they are banging” she annoyingly added while her hand goes to grab some popcorn, cutely munching on it.

“Nien are…is it that-”

“NO ITS NOT THAT TIME OF YOUR MONTH” she responded, now angry at you. “I am just horny, and wet, and i need you RIGHT NOW,” she explains.

“In the middle of the movie though?? I already paid fo-” You wanted to ask when suddenly Nien leans forward to capture your lips and quickly releasing, leaving you surprised.

“Please jagi…?”

Its unfair how weak you are to her, the pleading puppy eyes that look at you with glimmer in her pupils, her innocent and sweet smile that will one day will be the cause of your death, and her nickname for you that sends tingles to your brain to switch into ‘yes’ mode almost automatically for her.

You sigh in defeat, its not like you couldve changed her mind anyways.

“Ok babe…lets do it” you say

“Yayyyy, thank you baby” she responds, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You are the best, you know that?”

“Brat” is the only word you can think to yourself when you see how happy she is as you cant help yourself but lean in and mesh your lips with hers engaging in a slow, lazy yet very sensual makeout session.

It's quite clear how much both of you enjoy this, making hums and quiet whimpers in between each kiss while your hands roams around each other’s back. Slowly you could feel Nien slowly fall into the couch with you joining her as now you are on top of herz still focusing on the kiss.

Release yourself from the kiss and look at her. Wearing a pink tube top that shows her smooth belly and tiny navel in their full glory paired with denim jeans that make her look more curvy than she is, her eyes look directly into yours with a mix of excitement and arousal, so you ask.

“Bed?”

“No, on the couch” she answers, “don't wanna move” she lazily said with a wide smile, with that logic you won't look for any arguments with her.

“Okay babe… what do you want me to do?” You ask, in the end, it's her wish to do this so who are you to not let her have it her way?

“My tummy…kiss it” she cutely pleads, you know how important foreplay is for Nien as in her eyes, foreplay is the key for having the best time. So nod with a smile before lowering your face to be parallel to her belly, take one last look at her before planting your first kiss barely above her navel, sending tingles directly to her brain.

“Ngh..yes…” she hums in excitement while closing her eyes, seeing her reception to your first kiss was good you continue peppering kisses all around her navel. Sometimes giving a teasing lick that makes her elicit a quiet moan.

“My pants…Ah-baby…” she breathes 

“What about them babe? I can't read your mind” You teasingly ask, knowing exactly what she wants you to do with them but hearing her say it is part of the fun for you.

“Nghh…take them off” she instructs as you oblige, your fingers working diligently as each button of her jeans that you pop, you place a soft kiss directly to her belly button, after the last button is undone you lower her denim clothing down her thighs, revealing her white panties with a visable stain in the middle.

“You weren't joking when you said you were wet”

“shut up” she moaned, giving you a light smack on the head. “take the panties… off too baby".

“Should I continue kissing?” A simple question in which Nien just nodded, your hands now went to her panties, sliding them off slowly, letting the friction drive her insane as your girlfriend takes her hands and plants them on the back of your head.

Eventually, you leave her completely naked waist down, letting you see her soft thighs and her glistening sex without any obstruction as you could feel yourself get harder by the view. “What now babe?” You ask, waiting for your next orders.

“One hand on my thigh… and-” she stops for a second to release a small moan. “Kiss higher” It's hard for her not to sound needy, especially when you pleasure her midriff with only your lips and tongue.

But, her wish is your command.

So let your palm rest on her right thigh, knead and massage it to your heart's content, all to amplify her pleasure from you tenfold. Meanwhile, your lips travel up from her midriff, eventually stopping near the in-between of her two mounds.

A glance at your girlfriend and you know exactly what she needs as your free hand holds the hem of her top, slowly taking it off revealing no bra and instead a pair of boobs neither too small or too big, just the perfect size for you to let your face dive into the gap between her tits, savoring their sweet taste.

“YES…more….” Nien whines a breathy moan while you alternate between each mound, kissing and licking all around her nipples while her hands get inside the back of your shirt, gliding across your back in an attempt for her to be as close to you as possible.

This goes on for a while, you kiss your girlfriend’s entire body while she instructs you, telling you exactly how she wants to feel good from you, each correct action you follow causes Nien to moan loudly but eventually she pushes you away from her tits.

“What happened?” you ask, confused by the sudden push as she looks at you with a horny smirk.

“I want you to eat me out oppa”

Pause, Nien letting you eat her pussy out is something quite rare for her to suggest since she always felt it was a bit uncomfortable for her. Disagreeing with her request would be foolish of you so look down at her glistening pussy, waiting for you to devour it like your next dinner and let your face close between her thighs.

One last look at her grinning smile and you start

“Yess…” she hisses, your first lick sends tingles to her brain, causing her to wrap her legs around your head, meanwhile her hands grab your hair, trying to not lose herself in the haze, after that you let yourself run wild on her inner thighs and wet pussy with long licks and kisses.

She is still not close however, it is just the beginning for the both of you. So increase your pace slightly to raise the volume of Nien’s breathy moans let her thighs squash your face signaling how horny she is 

“I'm close baby…” it's not hard to tell, how her moans are getting higher pitch, how her thighs are clamped around you and how her grip on your hair is harder, it may hurt but you don't mind, both of you are close to your high.

Eventually you let yourself enjoy the main course since Nien finally let herself go, her wetness flowing out of her as your mouth salivates her sweet taste, meanwhile her left hand gropes her left breast to amplify her own pleasure audible by her sensual moans

Eventually her climax comes to an end, her last wave of cum comes out of her pussy into your mouth. Raise your head and see Nien, a panting mess after the high she has been feeling all this time as now she also rises up from her lying position now seated near you, hands wrapped around you and leans in to kiss your right cheeks.

“Thank you, i feel much better now”

“Anything for you babe” you respond, returning the favor with a kiss of your own. You were helping your girlfriend find her clothes when suddenly you heard sounds of moans coming from the TV. 

You forgot the movie was playing the entire time, the main couple were now making out, half naked and ready to begin their own endeavours for their orgasm.

“I CALLED IT!!”

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Hope you have a good day leafies

[monkebearness]

Our Story, Like a Romance Novel [Chapter 1: Before the Rise]

Chapter 0

Tags: fluff, coming-of-age, friendship

Word count: 6.5k

a/n: hellooooo!! I'm still working on my more "mature" one-shot fics, so just bear with me, if that's what you're waiting for. but, if you are interested, here's the next chapter to my current series.

It was the summer of 2023 when he first entered the so-called big leagues of Seoul State University. Perhaps it was the best time for a lot of young folks to express their freedom and discover their identities during this point in their lives, if they weren’t being nagged by their parents back in high school. However, for some youngsters who aren’t as lucky and fortunate with their privilege, working part-time has been the usual case in his life since high school, but juggling it with important college matters has proven to be quite the challenge for them. For some, they can only work one shift a day or night per week.

For one particular sophomore, however, he found himself in an unforgettable position. When everything felt more overwhelming for him during the first year of his college life, he caught the attention and earned the eventual trust of an upperclassman…

“Join our club, Junghoon-ssi,” Park Sohyun holds him on his shoulder with this plea.

“But I’m planning to join an organization,” he informs her. “It’s in line with my major.”

“Then you can still join that organization,” she notes. “This club of ours, it’s not really an academic one nor is it recognized by the university. But get this—you’ll get paid.” Such a phrase gets him. “Think of it as an internship—or an extracurricular. It’s not a big deal.”

Like Daewon, Geum Junghoon was not the same confident, talented, and successful chef that he ended up becoming nor did he have the model-like physique that some folks are looking up to imitate and achieve in their lifetime. Like a lotta people in their late teens to early twenties, he too had to go to college while also getting a taste of the real world outside of those hours.

“I appreciate the offer, but it’s fine, sunbae,” he asserts his choice. “I already have a few shifts on my plate too… And well, if things do get more difficult, I can just file a leave of absence for the semester so I can focus on working more.”

Yet such a sincere and considerate senior of his wanted to lessen some of his burdens.

“No, don’t…” Sohyun insists. “I know you’ve been having a harder time, juggling your part-time jobs and classes. I’ll just say it to you now. Quit those jobs while you’re at it. When you’re in our club, you won’t need to keep working more just to earn a lot less.”

His mouth almost opens, but he doesn’t know what else to say. “Who told you..?”

“Myungsoo-ssi. Kotone-ssi. Your close friends,” she mutters names dearest to him. “They’re worried about you, too. And I wish I can do something about it, too.”

“You asked my friends?” he’s confunded. “Wouldn’t that be a power trip on your part?”

“Not if I’m just genuinely concerned,” she sighs. “They told me you weren’t in the best state to study and work at the same time. But I’m serious… We’re not gonna give you a hard time or anything. In fact, I think it’ll be more productive than most of your shifts. Take it from someone who’s also been in your shoes…”

The offer has been made. And realizing his personal situation, it sounds more tempting. The fact that Sohyun used to live a similar lifestyle makes him resonate with her more. “I’ll have to think about it.” He doesn’t want to let such a chance slip. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course!” she reassures him. “Take your time, Junghoon-ssi… The offer stands.”

He never expected to have gotten such an offer from his sunbae. At times, he would think that he was lucky that he was paired up with Sohyun during their first project. Maybe if it was someone else, he would’ve still kept on giving himself a harder time.

= = =

“Welcome to the Club, Junghoon-ssi. Make yourself at home, okay?”

He chose not to join another organization.

Geum Junghoon was brought into the campus meeting room of the Mad Money Club for the first time. His senior by almost two years—Park Sohyun—asked him if he could join them in a way that she first described as a “more productive part-time side gig.” Due to personal reasons, the young man accepted her invitation a couple of days after hearing her compelling offer at the cafe.

The room looked cozier than any classroom he has gone to in his almost one year as a student. Maybe it’s the decorations and furniture. It felt like he was home, at least like his boarding house. It felt weird but also welcoming as he saw new and familiar faces, whose heads now turn to him with various glances. Most are positive, to say the least.

“Ne. Kamsahamnida, Sohyun-sunbaenim,” he bows to her with gratitude.

“Please drop the honorifics,” she snickers at his gesture. “Just call me Sohyun-ssi.”

He hesitates to even mouth those words. “I can’t, sunbaenim. That just feels…”

She chuckles. “Alright, alright. Will noona be more comfortable for you then?”

“Ne!” he exclaims. “That sounds better… Kamsahamnida, Sohyun-noona.”

“I know that we have rules, but don’t be too uncomfortable around us, arachi?”

“And we still have three other members,” another student adds. Junghoon immediately recognizes her as his upperclassman Seo Dahyun. “But don’t be nervous around them.”

“Babe, you think recruiting another one this year is a good idea?” a worried voice asks. She’s a tall woman who’s laid back on the couch. Sohyun walks to her and joins her seat.

“Come on, now, Xinyu-ah,” she fixes her scruffy hair. “Just trust me on this one, okay? Junghoon’s only a part-timer. Think of him like our scout or assistant. And besides, I really wanna help him out and he’s been such a great help to me in ways I don’t even know how I can repay him… Isn’t that why we founded our club in the first place?”

“Not to meddle with you lovebirds, but Sohyun-unnie has a point…” Dahyun adds in her insight to the matter with a hopeful tone. “I still remember joining this club because you girls helped me out when I got here in Seoul. And look where I am now!”

Holding each other in an embrace, Xinyu knows and feels she can trust Sohyun dearly… From a distance, Junghoon is relieved that another member of the club accepted him. At least, she voiced her trust in her girlfriend. That was enough for Junghoon to feel a little less like some outcast, unlike most of his classes and group projects where folks would just come and go after a limited span of interactions about academics and interests.

“Well…” Xinyu looks at Sohyun. “You and Dahyun are right about our oath... I trust you, Sohyun-ah.”

“Thank you, babe,” Sohyun kisses her girlfriend’s cheek. “I mean, I also trust you accepting Yubin-ssi. Let’s call it even.”

“Fair enough,” Xinyu giggles.

“Yah, Sohyun-unnie!” Yubin herself whines to her sunbaes, already defensive in her tone. “What did I do? I already told you gals before, I haven’t been spending our money on anything stupid! That's why I wanted to join this club so badly.”

Sohyun, Xinyu, and Dahyun can’t help but laugh at her reaction. “I was kidding, Yubin-ah…” Sohyun calms her down. “You’re just as welcome here as everyone!”

The couple chuckle before their lips lovingly touch each other with no sign of worries. Junghoon looks at them in contemplation, touched by this new sight of love and comfort.

Dahyun shakes her head with a smile. “Aigoo… Get a room, you two.”

“But we are in a room,” Xinyu casually retorts, continuing her embrace with Sohyun.

Dahyun swallows a humph at the remark. “You get what I mean, unnie!”

“Okay, okay…” Xinyu stands up with Sohyun. “We’ll be heading outside for a bit, if that makes y’all singles any less uncomfortable.”

“That’s so uncalled for, unnie…” Yubin places a palm on her chest in disbelief.

“I’m joking!” Xinyu chuckles alongside Sohyun, as they tidy themselves up. “But we are gonna be heading out. For real this time... See you later, girls!”

“And Junghoon-ah!” Sohyun adds on their way out, waving at her hoobae.

The lovers bid their fellow members goodbye, leaving the three members in the room. Thankfully, there’s no awkwardness felt between them due to their comical interaction, though Junghoon still feels a “bit formal” and anxious when his eyes meet Dahyun’s, as much as he is curious about her based on what he has heard from the talk minutes ago.

“If I may ask, Dahyun-sunbaenim… You’re not from around here?”

“Nah, my hometown’s in Busan, Junghoon-ssi. How about you?” she asks back.

“I was born in Gyeonggi-do… At least that’s where my dad was.”

“And your eomoni?”

He stops for a second, recalling an integral moment from his past. “She was from Daegu, but I haven't gone there in a long time.”

“That’s nice to know! Some of my friends are from there.”

“Oh!” Yubin joins their conversation with excitement, with her eyes now lighting up with curiosity about him. “Your dad’s from Gyeonggi-do, too, sunbae? We live there, too!”

“That’s nice to know, Yubin-ssi. It’s kind of interesting that we all have some hometowns in common. At least, for a while.”

“It really is! Hope we get along, Geum Junghoon-sunbaenim.”

“I hope so too, Yubin-ssi,” Junghoon bows. “It’s nice meeting you everyone.”

= = =

In the following couple of weeks. Junghoon and his close friends outside the club were sitting in campus gardens, as they would usually hang out during breaks or this time, after classes. Kim Myungsoo and Lee Yeonghwan are juniors. Lim Honggi, fellow sophomore. Another sophomore, Kamimoto Kotone, is the only woman in their group—but she and Junghoon go all the way back since high school. They were his friends and brother-like figures since freshman year.

While Junghoon is no stranger to being quiet, they witness their youngest friend scratching his hair—not even the gust of wind can suppress the questions swirling within his confused mind. Myungsoo taps on Junghoon’s shoulder, stopping his hand from scratching his scalp.

“Dude, that’s like the loudest you’ve ever been today,” Yeonghwan shares his concern. “You got dandruff on your hair or something?”

“Yeah… Are you okay, man? What’s on your mind?” Myungsoo reciprocates his worry. 

“Umm, well…” Junghoon hesitates for a second. “If you don’t mind me asking, hyung… What exactly does the Mad Money Club do? I know you’ve known some of the members since last year, so…”

“Sohyun didn’t tell you?” Myungsoo wonders. “None of the members briefed you? Wow. I wonder what she said that made you agree to come working for her club, man... Those women are a mystery to us!”

“I just got into them two weeks ago, so I’m just getting used to the club.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about those rich kids, Junghoon... I do know some things about the founders, but they’re mostly just rumors or basic stuff you and everyone else on campus might already be familiar with.”

“But didn’t we already warn you not to join any sketchy organizations?” Yeonghwan raises an eyebrow.

Junghoon shakes his head. “It’s not sketchy, Yeonghwan-ah. They’re surprisingly nice when I entered their club.”

“Are you sure they're not a cult or some kind of laundering scheme?” Kotone joins in.

Junghoon turns to her in confusion. “Where did you hear those rumors?”

“I mean, these two aren’t entirely wrong,” Myungsoo plays devil’s advocate due to their concern for him. “There’s an actual rumor about them praying to statues while holding Korean bills, but just based on your experience with them, are they that strange?”

“Nah, they’re not that weird…” he chuckles. “That was just a goof that they made for a project in Xinyu-sunbae’s economics class. Was it something about the historical and sociocultural critique of Western capitalism? Something like that? But, I got to know them for a bit, so…”

Junghoon started to share what he exactly does with the Mad Money Club in those past few weeks.

For a start, I would sometimes tutor some of the members. At first, I thought it was just it. I would become a private campus tutor. But, I wasn’t complaining about it. It was productive and my work was paying off, and getting paid.

“So that’s basically what the Diamond-Water Paradox is,” I tell Yubin. “Even if water is more essential to us as humans, it’s still interesting to realize the fact that the market’s value of diamonds is always more expensive. And so, you can solve it by using this formula. The change in total utility divided…”

If that wasn’t enough, I help them with mapmaking and illustrations. Considering they have tablets or pens and papers… It wasn’t too hard for me to help them out whenever they needed a hand for an assignment or project.

“Oh…” Yubin rejoices at her realization. “I understand it a little better now. Thanks for the assist, sunbae!”

Most of the time, it’s Yubin who I've been helping since she’s the youngest. “You’re welcome, Yubin-ssi.”

Gong Yubin is a freshman, being the youngest recruit in the club this semester, but she easily got along with the older members. Even with me. Apparently, she has been friends with a few of her seniors here (my juniors) since they were in high school, so that must have been a little bit easier for her to adjust into living in college. She may be a little bit frisky and playful most of the time, but she’s a resourceful student and is kind to everyone whenever she gets serious. Even if she gets teased about being a babo because she failed some of her earlier quizzes, she’s quite the quick learner, too, and her passing her exams compensates for that.

But there was more than tutoring for me by the second week, even though that was one of the first things Sohyun-noona expected me to do as their assistant. In the weeks that followed since I first joined Mad Money Club, I became involved in some of these girls’ extracurricular clubs and organizations. One can say that I was being outsourced.

“Alright! You’re doing a good job, Junghoon-ssi,” Dahyun cheers me on from the table.

“It’s nothing, sunbae. As long as I’m able to do something to help you all out, I’m glad.”

“Don’t hesitate to ask us for help, too, okay? As your sunbae, we know a lot of things and we can do a lot of stuff, too.”  She raises her clenched fists while pouting with a momentary fierce gaze.

Seo Dahyun-sunbae is a junior from Behavioral Science, but interestingly enough, one of her main hobbies are going to the campus gym not just to work out on most evenings, but she also loves to spar in boxing and sometimes martial arts, which is cool. Though she doesn’t play in actual matches, she apparently packs a powerful punch, so I definitely don’t wanna get on her bad side.

She’s usually nice, on the bright side. Especially with an extremely angelic voice, she’s also a well-respected member of the Seoul State Singers since she joined last semester. In person, she can get along with everyone within the span of one or two conversations. At least that’s what happened to our first meeting. Because of her bubbly attitude, she usually approaches people first, but she never forgets to be respectful of them which makes me admire her.

Eventually, I met the two other members of the club, starting with their leader, who I thought was Sohyun, but happened to be someone else. She’s actually the same age as Dahyun-sunbaenim, despite all of them, save for Yubin, being in the same class year.

“It’s nice meeting you, Junghoon-ssi… Just treat this room as home when you’re here. You’ve already done a lot of help for the club and it’s only your first week,” she tells me.

“It’s my pleasure, Seoyeon-sunbaenim,” I bow to her during our first introduction.

“I know why Sohyun recruited you into the club and I welcome your reasoning behind it. But I hope you understand why we founded this group. It is more than just a gig.”

“I understand, sunbae. I choose to stay here for a while. For as long as you need my service, I will be here.” I bow to her again; not only is she older, she’s also another sunbae.

Yoon Seoyeon-sunbae was the first member I’ve met after classes and contrary to what I did believe, she’s actually the club’s main founder and leader. She applied and got into SSU through a special scholarship, which was impressive. I could’ve entered here the same way until I realized that I already qualified for passing the entrance exams. She’s a student of Media and Communication and just like Sohyun-noona, she was probably just as busy as her when I first met her, which is why she rarely shows up in the room when it’s my “shift” in the morning and early afternoon.

She and everyone else there might’ve been somewhat suspicious of me for being the only guy in the club, but I get why she herself has yet to earn my full trust. There’s a lot of pervs and douches lurking everywhere, even and especially on such a prestigious and privileged campus like this. I never plan to have relationships in college, anyways, but befriending them feels great. Besides, I won’t always hang out with them, unless they need my help for something. It feels much, much more different from high school.

“Nice to meet you, Junghoon-ssi,” another member shakes hands with me. “I don’t get why Sohyun-unnie is hiring an assistant here, but I hope that you joined us because you’re willing and not you know… The opposite,” she giggles.

“It’s umm… My pleasure meeting you, Nien-sunbaenim,” I feel hypnotized in her gaze.

Hsü Nien-tz'u is another junior from Marketing, but everyone simply calls her Nien. She was a Vietnam-born Taiwanese and she’s also a year younger than Sohyun-noona and the same age as Seoyeon, although they went to university in the same year. Last year, I think I’ve seen her before on campus a couple of times, but now that I’ve met her in person and know she’s a member of this club, she’s pretty funny when she jokes around and well, she’s pretty.

She has beautiful eyes, too. I don’t know what else to say about Nien yet, other than the fact that she just lights up the room with her stunning sense of humor, confidence, and lively charm whenever she’s there. It'd be nice to know her better, but that’s just wishful thinking, even if I get to see her in the room more often during lunch breaks and free times. And why am I calling her comfortably?

“Yah, Nien-ah!” Sohyun calls her out. What kind of question is that?”

“The one no one else dared to ask, unnie,” she snaps back. “What else?”

“You little–”

“It’s okay, noona,” I came to her defense, even though it seems like these girls have always bickered at each other like this before. “And Nien-ssi, Sohyun-noona didn’t pressure me. I just like to offer what I have to help with y’all, and I’d be more than happy to help.”

“Well, if any of the girls are giving you a hard time, don’t be afraid to ask ‘me’ for help, arachi? I can make it easier for you if you want.” She just winked at me. Seolma.

I was a bit taken aback by what she said, but I could not help but chuckle at her as my only reaction. I can’t tell if her statements are “genuine,” but at least Nien’s humorous gestures and words just somehow tickles the heck out of my funny bone or something.

“Omo, Nien-ah… I don’t believe this. Are you flirting with my hoobae?”

Nien raises her hands up. “I’m just saying! He may need some ‘assistance’ too, you know? He’s only human.”

“You’re not denying it, Nien-ah,” teases Dahyun.

There's a hint of taunting and enticement to Nien's mischievous smile. “I have no intention to. And he's my hoobae too, you know.”

“Whatever you say…” Sohyun scoffs, shaking her head. “Either way, he’s off-limits.”

“Am I though?”

My sudden bold response impressed the entire room with a wave of “oooooh” towards him. While it made Sohyun put her palm on her face while letting out a light laughter, it even took Nien aback for a second. But the fact that she smiled at me was one reaction I didn’t expect. I take her response as a sign of respect and friendliness for a person she's met. Oh, how clueless was I truly during those years.

“How about that,” she smirks. “You see, he can definitely answer for himself, unnie.”

“Woah, I did not expect that side of you, Junghoon-ah!” Sohyun turns her head to me.

“I’m just kidding, noona… Trying to lighten up the mood and all,” I explain. “But I don’t mind Nien-sunbae’s assistance, it might come in handy someday, you know?”

Park Sohyun-sunbae recruited me into the club in the first place. We were in the same student organization that I joined as a freshman, but she was also in a couple of my classes. She’s in a good number of organizations when she was still a freshman, but she stopped when she co-founded Mad Money with Seoyeon and Dahyun-sunbae.

We first worked on a paired assignment, which turned out well because she was approachable and took the initiative during our meetings. But after that, we kept staying as partners whenever she got busier on her organization projects and I chose to finish on our class assignments. She insisted that I stop including her names on the finished works.

Now, I can say that she’s a good friend of mine. She seems to treat me like that as well. I might even say she’s like an older sister to me, but maybe I’m just being sentimental, because I never had one. Point is, meeting her has made my college life more fun and refreshing.

Xinyu smiles at us. “Well, whatever happens to these two, I can still vouch for everyone. Junghoon has been nothing but helpful to the whole club, so far.”

Zhou Xinyu is another junior alongside Sohyun and Nien. She’s from Beijing, but she’s not an exchange student, as some students believe. Aside from dating Sohyun-noona since they were freshmen, I don’t know anything else about her to be honest. However, I did learn that she’s a major in Media and Communication too. She’s also a member of the SSU Thespians’ Society, though I haven't seen her acting (on the stage) yet. In terms of her visuals and physique, she’s like a model.

She makes a lot of jokes with Nien-ssi and at times, she even flirts with almost everyone she’s with, which Sohyun seems to be fine with. I’m assuming that’s just Xinyu being very playful. I mean, what do I know about relationships? But I’m pretty sure she’s only like that to people she’s comfortable enough with, but as a new associate of these women, it’s fun to see her be all self-loving and teasing with the rest of the Mad Money Club.

All in all, I hope we all get close, even if I’m not a "core member" of their club. If not, then at least respectful enough to each other. I don’t know how long I’ll be working with and for them, but all I can hope for is that things work out well while I’m getting to know them. Just like one of their 10 rules, I just gotta be(you)tiful... Be myself, ‘cause why not?

“Now I’m thinking that you should’ve just joined our group, instead,” Kotone tells Junghoon, snapping him out of his vivid recollections with the Mad Money Club.

“Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know. I thought it’d convince you to stop overthinking like this sometimes. Besides, my clubmates will treat you well, if you end up changing your mind later.”

“I’m already close enough to not be comfortable with my own clubmates. I think I’m good, but thanks for the concern, Tone-yah.”

“You’re welcome. But I’m just gonna put it out there again: our doors will always be open... That is unless you already have someone making you stay there for a reason, haven’t you?”

Junghoon smiling in silence says it all. Knowing what his face means, they cheer their friend on. He hasn’t felt what most people would call butterflies, at least not in a while. 

From her eyes to her beautiful face. Her effortless yet flawless sense of humor. And that wink of hers and soft smile still gets him. How can he not be allured by this girl’s charm?

Yeonghwan notices Junghoon’s sudden smile. “Is there really someone you like?”

“I guess..?” Junghoon chuckles, not minding the feeling of his cheeks now warming up. “But it’s not that big of a deal.”

“I think your face says otherwise,” Myungsoo teases him. “You think you have a shot with someone there?”

“Do you like Sohyun-sunbae or something? You got a thing with lesbians?” Honggi adds.

“Nah… I don’t like her that way. Sohyun-noona’s kind of like a mentor to me. A tough, brave, and wise one. And I’m grateful to always learn from her.”

“Fair enough. Maybe it’s that freshman then? Gong Yubin? That girl looks so—”

Kotone darts him with a stare. “Honggi-yah, are you sure you’re not just saying your crushes out loud?”

Honggi raises his hands in the air. “I’m just guessing! Just guessing, alright? I’ll stop.”

“Wait, is it Nien-ssi then?” Myungsoo is right on the money. “I mean, based on your encounter with her earlier, it seems you got a thing going!”

“Nah, I doubt it,” Junghoon shakes it off, despite Myungsoo getting the correct answer. “I mean, look at me… I’m pretty big and she’s in a diff—”

“Dude!” Yeonghwan exclaims in disdain. “We’re just guessing and you’re already being like that to yourself.”

“Like what? I’m just being truthful, you know?”

“We’re in 2023, for crying out loud,” Kotone whines, knowing what Yeonghwan means. “Junghoon-ah, we are not living in some kind of freaking stereotypical rom-com drama from the last decade. This isn’t True Beauty or Lookism!”

“I know, but regardless, I accepted to join since I took Sohyun-noona’s offer, not because I wanna flirt with girls,” Junghoon looks down after a sigh. “I couldn’t say no to her offer. Not after how much she’s helped me since last year.”

“So that’s why you joined, huh…” Myungsoo realizes it’s more serious than they thought.

“I’m pretty sure you helped her a lot more, based on what she told us,” adds Yeonghwan.

“Yup…” Myungsoo begins to explain to Junghoon. “Sohyun told us when you two first partnered up for Social Sciences. You took care of things when she couldn’t respond to your texts, but you still managed to use all the resources she provided. She even told us about your project last semester. Like if you did that to a straight woman, she would’ve probably gone out with you!”

“That’s ridiculous, hyung…” Junghoon laughs at his last remark.

“He is,” Kotone laughs with him. “But oppa’s main point is, Junghoon-ah, you’ve helped Sohyun-sunbae big time. Without anything in return… You didn’t have to, but you did.”

= = = = = =

Months ago. Sohyun and Junghoon were standing in front of the open classroom door.

“You didn’t have to do it…” Sohyun reminded him. “That was our project for finals too!”

“I thought you were having a hard time, sunbae. Juggling all your gazette articles to meet the deadline on your org. You told me you were dealing with other courses, too. I feel like I had to do something.”

“You didn’t have to,” she objected. “At least not what you did. You could’ve just talked it out with the professor. I’m not even pissed that you’ve done the paper without me. I’m pissed because you did it, and still included my name… When all I did was send you a bunch of links for you to read alone, and I feel like shit because I didn’t even bother reading them in time.”

“And every single link you’ve sent me still helped me with finishing our project, sunbae… If I’m being honest, working together with you through the semester has been and still is one of the best experiences I’ve had with a randomly selected partner so far.”

Such an answer amuses her, strangely enough, she can’t even come up with anything. “Why’s that? What about the other partners you paired up with from other classes?”

“Most of them were also randomly selected, and the rest of them were just me working with my close friends, but we rarely have classes together for this semester... I can’t let people down, you know?”

“You know, you should really go out of your shell every once in a while,” she rebuked. “But for once, don’t do every single group task by yourself!”

“Yeah, but sometimes they would have emergencies, so I’d just cover for their parts,” he remained stubborn. Even his tone was consistently nonchalant to her. “Everyone wins.”

“Well, those things can happen for sure. But let me ask you something: can you tell the difference between a groupmate who can’t help you out because of an ‘emergency’ or a freeloader who’s just lying their ass off to get out of making an effort?”

This time, Junghoon runs out of words and excuses to defend his own misfortunes. He knows she’s right. The strongest point any concerned person can make in this scenario.

“See…” she softens her tone. “You do realize now that you’re being a pushover. Any sane or reasonable student would do anything to help out their partner—no matter how busy they may be. And if they can’t do anything to help or have anything to contribute, then you negotiate with them. Leave their names out, if you have to… You’re a smart kid.”

“Leaving my shell does sound nice, Sohyun-sunbaenim. But I doubt I have time for gatherings and all that, so it’s fine… (optimistic) For now, I have a lot on my plate… Maybe someday.”

“Look, umm… I always respect people’s privacy… But by any chance, are you off to study again or something? I feel like you’ve studied enough by yourself and if you keep this up, you may even end up teaching the whole class for the rest of the semester.”

He chuckles. “Even I don’t wanna do that. But no, I actually have to take my shift for the evening, before my coworker leaves the store empty again without notice.”

“You’re working part-time? Where?”

“Ne. I work at a convenience store and—” He notices the time on his wrist watch. “Crap. Sorry, but I really have to go.” He bows to Sohyun at a quick pace, much to her surprise. “Thank you, sunbae. Annyeonghi gasipsio!”

Sohyun only bows in uncertainty at the sight of Junghoon’s quick pace as tightens his backpack around his shoulders and leaves the hallway in a rush, leaving a trail of wind. She slowly runs her fingers through her hair and slightly scratches her head, processing the situation she was in. A student exits the room next to Sohyun, instantly noticing her.

“Sohyun-ssi!” she turns to see her classmate, Junhee, approaching her with enthusiasm. “Congrats on getting the highest paper with Junghoon-ssi.”

“Oh, Joonie. Thanks! You and Chaerin did great too.”

“Thank you! We certainly did. But we’re not the champions of the semester, so…” she smiles with anticipation. “Does that mean you’re treating the class this time?”

“If you guys don’t immediately leave the classroom next class, I’ll think about it. But only those who’ll stay can come,” she teases.

“You know my friends and I definitely can’t say no to that offer, so you bet that we’ll be staying and chillin’ there until you tell us the plan… But I gotta head back to the dorm. See ya!” she waves her farewell, before leaving the hallway.

Sohyun waves back at Junhee. However, guilt has yet to let go of her mind and heart.

“That’s mostly Junghoon’s effort, to say the least,” she whispers to herself. “Heck, all the credit should be given to him. Aigoo…” she sighs.

She thinks to herself, tilting her head in confusion. I never expected that I'd become a freeloader for once. Great job, Park Sohyun. I can’t accept this. Kid’s too generous. I really gotta make up to him and help in some way. I have to.

= = = = = =

It was the end of his fourth week as an assistant of the Mad Money Club when Sohyun personally talked to Junghoon right after their club meeting outside their room. After feeling a buzz in his pocket, Junghoon takes a look at his phone. ₩300,000 has been wired to his account. His eyes widened at the screen and blinked seven times before looking back to his sunbae, who cackled. To some, it may not be enough, to Junghoon, it's more than something. Six digits. How in the hell is poss—

“This is—this is too much, noona. I can’t accept this. I should wire back at least—”

“Don’t return a single won,” she interjects. “You do and you earn it, Junghoon-ah.”

“I owe you a lot. Kamsahamnida. Kamsa—” he keeps bowing to her over and over, overwhelmed by the reward he’s received from his warmhearted upperclassman.

“Yah. That’s enough bowing, Junghoon! We’re supposed to support each other’s backs, not break ‘em,” she stops him while having a good chortle. “And I thought we’re friends helping each other, not just sunbae and hoobae... And if you’re wondering how you can pay me back, don’t. You’ve done it already. Instead, you can promise me you’ll be more confident and respectful to yourself, alright?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Ne, Sohyun-noona! I’ll keep doing my best.”

“You already are… Now, have the girls been treating you well?”

“Of course. I really enjoyed meeting them during breaks. For once, it’s nice meeting new folks who aren’t just there to be one-time partners or group mates who you only meet in class projects or reviews.”

“That’s great… I even heard that you’ve got a little crush on Nien, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t!” he exclaims in panic. “I think Nien-ssi’s just a little cute and funny.”

Sohyun cackles at his sudden burst. “Come on, now. I don’t see why that’s a bad thing… Do you want me to give you her number?”

He clasps his hands, lacing his fingers together. “I don’t think it’s appropriate, noona. Not without her permission or her choice, it’s not right.”

“Bummer,” she pouts. “I think she would’ve loved to get to know you more outside the club. But you still get a pass in my book!”

She hits him lightly on the right shoulder, leaving him confused. “Umm, how so?”

“You're being respectful. Not to go all boomer on you, but nowadays, folks just get into hook-ups more than actual committed relationships, which is fine but, some of those people just give us gals the heebie jeebies and asshats who don't give any shit about creating connections! Especially men… But not you, Junghoon-ah… You're a classic gentleman.” she snaps her finger, which makes a thumbs up in front of him.

“I don't really know how to make of that, but thank you, noona. Based on your principles about relationships, you must be a pretty great girlfriend to Xinyu-ssi.”

“Thanks, Junghoon-ah…” she daydreams beside him. “She is, too. Maybe even a better girlfriend than me. More than I could’ve possibly imagined. She’s amazing.”

“I don’t know much about her yet, but from what I’ve seen from you guys, she’s pretty nice. You two look great together.”

“That’s too sweet of you. And I’m sure you’ll get along with Xinyu just fine… By the way, you should watch her plays sometime. I’ll pay for your ticket if you want.”

“That would be neat, but I’m sure I can afford it thanks to my gigs. Including the club.”

“Well, She’s actually gonna star in a new original romance play that's coming up by the end of the month, so you better check your calendar… It’s my queen we’re supporting.”

He’s intrigued. “I’ll see if I’m free that day, but I’m sure she’s a phenomenal actress.”

“She definitely is…” she sighs in awe. “Sometimes I can’t tell when she’s joking or being serious, like there are times when she does aegyos out of nowhere for no reason. That’s how I know she’s such a pro at these things.”

Junghoon laughs. “Maybe that’s just her charm. She knows that it gets you.”

“I guess so, and it keeps working every time…” she then faces him, retaining her smile. “But now, back to our last subject, do you want me to ask Nien for her number?”

“As much as I would like that, sunbae… We’ve only known each other for a whole month, just like with the rest of the club. It’s a bit too soon.”

“That's why you're getting to know each other through SNS. Don't you want that chance? It’s not even a chance anymore!” she whines at his impressive but irritable persistence.

“I do…” the hesitation in his voice starts to sound apparent. “Just not now… I want to give it time, if you understand what I mean. I do appreciate your consideration, though.”

Someone walks to them. A woman with a tall stature and long hair, slightly towering over Junghoon. Both of them recognize her. Speak of the goddess herself.

Xinyu rushes to Sohyun with an embrace. “Babe! Have you handled everyone’s payments yet?” For a moment, she turns to Junghoon with a cheerful smile. “Hey, Junghoon-ssi.”

Junghoon quietly bows to her, just as the loving couple embrace and passionately kiss in front of him. They’re a match made in heaven, Junghoon thinks to himself. And it’s also a bit awkward to be here. Why am I not leaving?

“I just did babe,” Sohyun nuzzles her nose. “Should I wire your payment as well?”

“That can wait, jagiya.” Her lover’s cheerful tone slowly shifts into a more seductive one. “You can pay me with something else, though.”

“As much as I would love that, I don’t think now’s the right time, Xinyu-yah...” Despite her words, Sohyun's actions can't help but rebel against her own restraints, allowing herself to lean closer towards Xinyu's hot, red lips.

“Then when’s the right time?”

“I should head out, noonas,” he mumbles and bows to them, hiding his agonizing embarrassment while the couple slowly embrace beside him. “Thank you for today.”

Right as he gets on the bus, he receives a text from Sohyun. Understandably, he expects another errand or follow-up from an upcoming group assignment in one of their classes. Maybe even an error in the total amount of her payment, which weirdly enough, he was partly hoping for.

[Sohyun: Here’s Nien’s number.] [Don’t you dare mess it up. Hwaiting!]

He begins typing his reply on his keypad, but he immediately notices a second message pop up before he can complete his text.

[Sohyun: If you’re typing that question, yes, I asked her!] [Do you need any other proof?]

She’s already read his thoughts. Junghoon takes a heavy breath and exhales with a smile. Is this really happening?

{Junghoon: I don’t know what to say, noona.}

[Sohyun: Don’t say anything, Junghoon.] [Just do well and go with the flow (>ᴗ•) b!]

{Junghoon: Kamsahaeyo.}

He proceeds to switch to his more familiar group chat in a fit of panic.

{JungJung: Guys, guys! You got a minute? I have an emergency.}

[Myungi: What happened, Jung?] [Everything alright?]

= = =

just another note, if you've reached this point. since I'm still stumped writing newer fics (I'll release one soon), I'll most likely start posting more of this series, though I'm gonna sort out how I'm gonna divide them each chapter. again, I know this fic ain't everyone's cup of tea, but I'm still thankful for y'all who's read it. hope you have a nice day!

[vex91]

TripleS Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Kim Yooyeon:

Nothing yet...

Koma Mayu:

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Zhou Xinyu:

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Kim Nakyoung:

- I miss you, I'm sorry (a)

Park Sohyun:

Nothing yet...

Seo Dahyun:

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Hsu Nien Tzu:

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Yoon Seoyeon:

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Ji Suhyeon:

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Kamimoto Kotone:

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Kim Chaeyeon:

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Gong Yubin:

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Lee Jiwoo:

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Yamada Kaede:

Nothing yet...

Park Shion:

Nothing yet...

Kawakami Lynn:

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Pirada Bunraksa:

Nothing yet...

Jeong Hyerin:

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Kim Chaewon:

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Jeong Hayeon:

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Kim Soomin:

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Kwak Yeonji:

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OT22:

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[latenightdaydreams]

König x Secretary!Reader (fem)

MDNI 🔞

Quick note: 💕 THANK YOU 💕 to everyone for the love and support on my stories! I’m happy people are enjoying them💗

For more: Master list

Part 2 here

>CW: fem/afab reader, oral, anilingus, p in v

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Imagine coming in to work for König as his secretary after he reluctantly agrees to let the captain hire help for him. Walking into his office the first day to see the massive man with piercing pale blue eyes. A sniper hood with bleached tear looking stains covering his face. He just looks at you. Not being able to see his facial expression because of the mask so you just stand there frozen. So frozen with fear looking into his eyes that you failed to notice the massive hard on he has growing in his pants.

Your first few weeks there he didn’t talk much to you. Handing you files and asking for little earns to be ran for him, like coffee or lunch pick up. Slowly he started to talk more, “Danke, bitte, nien, ja.” His eyes always boring into yours as if he was looking into your soul. It was unsettling, but the pay was great and he has never actually been rude to you so you put up with it.

You had gotten into the routine and started to enjoy the job. König was an easy man to work for as long as you did things as expected and he never over worked you. As a plus he turned out to be sweeter than expected. Coming into work on your birthday to see a simple cupcake with frosting in your favorite color on your desk and a card stuffed with cash. König never actually says “Happy Birthday”, but this is just how he expresses he cares.

“Thank you, König.”

He gives a simple nod and goes back to typing up a report.

Six months in he asks you to stay after, he has to talk to you. You begin to worry, anxiety spikes as you realize you might be getting fired. Trying to think about the mistakes you might have made, you sit a chair across from his desk. His eyes look away from the computer to meet yours.

Before you know it, you’re naked, bent over his desk. His mask pulled back over his head as his face is smothered between your ass cheeks as his tongue laps at your tight asshole. One of his hands has two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy, the feeling of your tight gummy walls wrapping around his fingers making him want in now. His other hand stroking his cock, using his own precum as lube.

“Was willst du?” His eyes travel to his fingers in your pussy before pulling them out and shoving his tongue in your slightly stretched hole.

“I want your cock,” your voice trembles with pleasure.

König lets a pleasured sigh hearing your words before pulling away from your sweet pussy. Finally, he lines up his fat cock with your entrance.

An animalistic groan escapes his lips as he pushes the tip in. König places his hands on your ass cheeks to spread them apart; his eyes watching as your pussy struggles to stretch, swallowing his cock inch my inch. Eyes fluttering to the back of his head. He feels like he just found heaven in your tight grip.

He was already falling in love; this moment just sealed the deal. A week later you came into work to find a key on your desk attached to a “K” keychain.

Part2

[secretlysimpash]

another Octopus Monster Hybrid König x Marine Biologist/Scientist Reader thing for Valentines Day 💝🐙

!!! MDNI !!!

warning(s): reader has no specified gender, reader thinks about chaining and collaring and implanting a tracker in König so...there's that (reader is a little bit mad scientist-y, obsessed with their discovery...smh why are you like this, reader), reader is a peeping tom,some fluff, some smut

You thought that you'd have to teach your Austrian octo-monster housemate about different human traditions, such as holidays. Today is that one Hallmark heart holiday that so many people celebrate, one that you personally haven't had much time for due to your studies. Specifically tentacle monster based studies as of late, its all you've focused on for about two or three months now.

So imagine your surprise when he's suddenly missing from his tank in his small octopus form again. But instead of being in any of his usual places in the house in his humanoid form, like the kitchen or the bathroom or the balcony that oversees the sea that he cam from, he's just...Gone.

"König...Kö?" You call out, straining to listen for his accented voice.

He's a 6'10" beast, it shouldn't be hard to find him. Silently, you curse at yourself for not investing in a nice collar with a bell and some chains for him, something sturdy to keep him in place...Or a tracker, *something* to make sure he doesn't stray too far or try and return to the sea.

You're checking out the security cameras and all recordings from the past few hours on your phone. There's quite a few situated around the house, some newer ones in the room you've designated for König, all are situated in ways that you can see everything that he does in there. You wouldn't want him out of your sight, not for a minute. Just as you get to the timestamp where he's seen exiting the room, a door slams...Followed by some quiet German words. Ones you recognize to be apologetic.

After setting your phone down, you follow the sound of rustling bags and boots being kicked off. For the first time today, your heartbeat is back to normal upon seeing the towering monster of a man. Thick, purple tentacles flick from the bottom of his makeshift mask, one made from another black t-shirt. As it turns out, he's a crafty one, and you didn't mind helping with making a few shirt-masks for him.

"There you are." You say, startling the man a bit. When he finally sees you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkle in a smile. The tentacles cease their frenzied movements once they're freed from the bottom of the mask. "Where'd you even go...?"

"I wanted to surprise you." He said as he turned his attention to the bags. "But I got carried away...There's too much to pick from."

The plastic bags seem simple enough, there's three of them. his hands work to remove some items, and you're a bit surprised when he pulls out a box of chocolates. A classic heart-shaped box with a gold bow around it. He offers it to you, and once you take it he withdraws another item from the bag. The cutest octopus plush you've ever seen, baby blue with a white underside, made of a soft material.

"So...You *are* aware of human holidays..." You muse, taking it and running your fingers over the long plush tentacles. "I thought I'd have to explain that to you."

"Nien, nien...I've spent more time with humans than you think..." He muses as he withdraws a bouquet of red and white roses from another plastic bag, this one a baby pink instead of an opaque white like the first bag. "Let me put these in a vase, abwarten..."

Once he goes off to find an appropriate vase, you watch after him. It must be a way of thanking you for taking him in...Though you'd prefer if he told you where he was going first. And he's spent more time with humans than you think...? You can't think too much about it before your eyes fall on the final bag. A black one. You set the chocolates and plush octopus down before going to inspect it.

Your hand barely grazes the crinkly material before König returns, setting the cylinder vase down on the table with the roses in it. His purple tentacles flick happily, seeming proud of himself.

"I was going to get a vase to go with the flowers at the boutique but--oh!" The Austrian quickly grabs for your hand, eyes wide. "Not yet, not yet...Bitte warten…"

"...Why? What's in the bag?"

"Ach its..." He clears his throat, eyes averting to glance at the black bag. Silently, he takes out some items.

A bottle of water-based lube...A decent sized box advertising a tentacle toy...A vibrator...A vibrating plug?

"...Holy shit...?" It comes out as a question, and your skin heats up as you look the items over. "Kö, what...?"

The Austrian shifts his weight a bit, rubbing the back of his covered neck. "I've seen the cameras, and the way you look at me, doctor." He admits. "You've watched me through them, haven't you? Haven't you seen me looking straight at them when I'm close?"

Your skin warms even more, pulse pounding in your ears. You can't even play dumb. You have watched him touch himself, the way he works the two long tentacles between his legs. One long and knotted, the other a bit shorter but thick. A deep, purple color...Darker than the ones that protrude from his face. You've seen him getting close, practically strangling the knot as you got close yourself...But did you really miss the way he'd stare at the cameras like he claims to?

"My sense of smell is strong, doctor." He continues, taking your hand. "Remember when I called you into my room after a shower once? The moment you saw me...Your pheromones...So fucking intoxicating."

The way he inhales and moves closer, close enough that his tentacles can curl around your neck...You know he can smell those exact pheromones now.

"I know the kinds of tests you want to run. Let me be your subject, Arzt...Bitte." He looks into your eyes, not moving away when your free hand moves up to one of his tentacles. It gladly wraps around your wrist, suckers surely leaving marks on the skin. "Benutze mich."

Benutze mich....Use me. He wants this. He wants what you want and its driving you mad.

You suppose the toy was to try and attempt to get you used to the feeling of a strange, monster cock inside of you.

Joke's on him...You already bought enough monster-based toys to make the most devout monsterfucker jealous. You're more than ready.

[kangsae0]

nobody knows; park sohyun x reader

Scenario: nobody knows you are in a relationship with an idol until her roommates discover it. (i know that sohyun has a solo room, but for this imagines, sohyun is sharing a dorm with seoah, nien and seoyeon).

"guys remember that i'm out tonight !" says sohyun from the bathroom of her shared dorm, putting on her face the last touch of makeup.

"and where are you going ?" asks seoyeon, leaning against the bathroom door.

"i'm just going out with a friend, nothing else." she simply replies, looking at herself in the mirror while applying her mascara.

her dorm mate hummed in response. "to be honest with you, i'm not convinced by what you said."

"but i'm telling you the truth. we are in day off, i'm allowed to go see a friend that i didn't see in a long time." say sohyun.

"okay, but be careful if you go with your moto."

in fact, sohyun didn't get ready to see a friend, but to see her girlfriend. you met sohyun when you were in high school, and you quickly became friends. and then more than friends. but she has to hide it from her company and her group mates to debut. but every time she has days off, she does all she can to see you, like this night.

sohyun gets out of the bathroom to grab her moto jacket in the entrance of the dorm.

"where are you going ?" asks nien, who was in the living room, helping seoah with her middle school homework.

"i'm going out with a friend. you're going to eat at the restaurant" she replies with a sight, like she's annoyed by the question.

"yeah, but i'm pretty sure she's not seeing a friend. sohyun is too pretty to "just" see a friend!" says seoyeon.

sohyun rolled her eyes "girls please let me go, i'm going to be late" biker. the idol puts her shoes and her moto jacket on, takes her keys and her helmet to go out of the dorm.

sohyun is on her motorcycle, even tho her members and staff don't like it when she rides it. but she thinks it's better and faster than taking public transport or a taxi. on her ride to the restaurant where you are meeting, she's been thinking about you. about all the things she wants to do with you if she wasn't an idol, like holding hands and kissing in public, but it's not possible with her job. but you're okay with that, you know that being an idol was sohyun's biggest dream, and you also know that she doesn't want to ruin her career with a scandal.

you were already in front of the restaurant when you see sohyun arriving on her motorcycle.

"you're so pretty even when we can't see your face" you say, while sohyun turns off her motorcycle. she takes off her black helmet, flips her hair to get them in place.

"even in the dark, when i can barely see you, you're beautiful" she replies while going off her ride to pull you in a hug.

"i've missed you so much" you say, smelling your girlfriend's perfume that you've missed so much.

"let's go inside, i'm craving" sohyun wraps her arm around your shoulder to take you inside the restaurant. you smile at her. seeing the person you love the most after a long time face timing because she didn't have days off, fills your heart with warmness. seeing her smile, feeling her hands around your body can not make you more smiling.

what?" you ask with stars in your eyes.

"you keep smiling since we went into the restaurant, what is it?"

"nothing, i'm just happy to be with you, i missed you so much" you reply, still smiling like a dumb person.

the waiter took you to your reserved table, you sit at it as the waiter gives you the menus.

sohyun and you talked about the things you didn't have time to speak about during your long face time sessions. she talked about the music she wrote and produced for the group, and you talked about your college life, how classes are going and how well you passed your finals.

at the end of the dinner, sohyun insisted on paying, of course, and she also insisted on taking you home. sohyun decided to let her motorcycle at the restaurant parking and walking with you to your apartment.

"i'm so happy for this night" she says, taking your hand in hers. "i think i'm going to see my boss and ask him to have more days off, without telling him why" she chuckles.

"if only you have more days off. you know what? you should ask your boss to have a solo room, you're going to university next year, hun? you should tell him that it would help you to study if you have your own room. like that, you can bring the people you want" you say, shrugging.

sohyun stops, only to look at you, a smile on her face "you know you're the most intelligent person i know, hun?"your girlfriend puts her hand on your waist, and god knows that you love when you do this.

the walk ends when you arrive at your building's door.

"so, thanks for tonight" you say, walking up the few steps that separate the street and the door to the building.

"anything for you" sohyun also walks up the street to stand in front of you. she takes your hands in hers, and looks at you through her sharp and beautiful eyes. you make a step forward and climb on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, leaving a lipstick stain on it. sohyun doesn't move like she is frozen in place. but when her mind comes back to normal, she leans forward to, slowly and delicately, put her lips on yours. and of course, you kiss her back. it's the first time you ever kissed someone. you can feel the butterflies flying in your stomach and her hands around your neck.

"good night sohyun, i love you, text me when you get to the dorm" you say, walking into the building with a smile, leaving your girlfriend numb.

she stayed for a few minutes in front of the building, tracing her lips with her finger where you kissed her, before making her way to the restaurant parking.

" you're finally back home" says seoyeon like her group mate was gone forever. sohyun puts her helmet in the entrance, before taking her shoes off. "did you have a great dinner with your friend?" says happily nien.

"yeah it was fun. we went to the italian restaurant in gangna-"

"unnie! why do you have lipstick stains all over your cheek and around your lips?" questions seoah, mentioning your lipstick on your girlfriend's face.

"hun?" replies sohyun, confused.

"god i knew it!" says seoyeon, jumping in the air. "she has a girlfriend! she's not a friend!"

[demigoddessqueens]

Mighty nien x reader S/O. Yet the reader had gone missing and then they found their S/O so it is filled with angst, fluff and comfort.

Take as much time as you need have a lovely day

Oh this kinda reminds me of VM s2 when Vax runs to Vex 🥲💔

Masterlist 11

Caleb

The voice is ragged and broken as he stumbles over to see you, hands roaming over your body as he crushes you into a hug, “don’t ever scare me like that again”

Jester

You’ve rarely seen her upset because Jester never gets upset. She’s the positive one, the jokester one, but here she is with chastising you and begging you don’t ever scare her like that

Fjord

The sea farer has lost his fair share of people to the sea and before, but almost losing track of you has scared him the most than any voyage. Holding you tight like “don’t ever scare me like that darlin’”

Mollymauk

Even when he’s had his near death experiences, never in a million years would he think the one that scarred him the most was yours, and you’ve never seen him more serious or solemn like that before

Cadeuces

The usual calm and collected one he is takes a complete 180 if you’re ever in danger, a calm sorrow that another one he cares for was almost lost

Nott/Veth

The rogue always had a trick with you of tackling your legs and knees when you least expected it, but you don’t indulge in it when she’s like this and scrambling for you when her fears were getting to her again

(Beau)regard

The monk’s arms feel like they’re crushing you entirely but you don’t protest, falling limp into her arms as she chastises you for scaring her

Yasha

Her ragged breaths and heaving chest pair along with the ringing in her ears, eyes are searching for you and for a split second she thinks her first love was there before it morphs into you running back to her

Essek

He’s usually so reserved but the Nein can see the facade breaking when he thinks you’re missing, hands amazing and voice wavering when you’ve returned safely and he has you in his arms

[xinvrse]

i can't be your love

pairing: zhou xinyu x f!reader

genre: short angst

warnings: none

“do you love her?”

nien crossed her arms over her chest while waiting for xinyu’s response. 

xinyu opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. she just looked up at her best friend with teary eyes and nodded.  

nien sighed and wrapped her arms around xinyu, pulling the latter's head to her chest. 

“xinyu…” 

xinyu sobbed into nien’s shoulder, her hands balling the latter’s jacket into her fists. 

“i love her so much.”

nien held xinyu tightly, letting the girl's tears stain her jacket. “i know, i know.” she whispered in her ear, gently running her fingers through her charcoal locks. 

xinyu kept crying and it seemed like she wasn’t going to stop any time soon. 

unbeknownst to xinyu, y/n was standing right outside the door, unintentionally listening to nien comfort xinyu by whispering sweet nothings into her ear. 

y/n didn’t realize that tears had begun to fall down her cheeks until the lump in her throat had started to become unbearable. she let out a shaky breath and began to walk away quietly, the tears furiously streaming down her face.

she quietly mumbled, “i love you, too…”

she let out a shaky breath and began to walk away quietly, tears furiously streaming down her face.

maybe in another life, y/n wouldn’t be so afraid and let herself be in a relationship one last time.

[kangshxrtie]

Fifteen | Crashing down

"She's her problem now Baby, and she'll stay with her" - Tummy Hurts, Reneé Rapp

you made eye contact with yunjin for a couple of seconds before shifting your full attention to nien, blocking the korean-american girl from your mind.

you delivered your line, and nien responded by kissing you, just like the script said.

"cut," yunjin called out.

but you and nien kept kissing.

"cut," yunjin repeated, her voice sharper this time.

still, you and nien didn't pull away.

"cut!" yunjin yelled, louder and more frustrated.

finally, you and nien broke apart, slightly breathless.

"was it a good take?" you asked casually, as nien wiped some of your lip gloss off her lips with the back of her hand.

"yeah, it should be; we're just gonna look over it," chaewon replied, glancing at the monitor.

you and nien exchanged an awkward glance before getting off the bed. you made your way over to where intak was standing, arms crossed and smirking.

"that kiss was a lil something-something," he teased, nudging you playfully.

"we just wanted to make it good for the film," you replied coolly.

"sure," he nodded, clearly unconvinced but letting it slide.

you were about to talk back when yunjin approached, her expression tight.

"y/n, let's talk," she said, gesturing toward the door, her tone leaving little room for argument.

"later. i'm a little busy talking with intak right now," you replied, barely sparing her a glance.

"it's important," yunjin pressed, her voice firmer.

intak looked between the two of you, sensing the tension thickening like fog. not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, he gave a polite nod and quickly excused himself. coward.

you sighed and followed yunjin outside. the cool air hit your face, but it did nothing to ease your feelings right now.

"so you wanna explain that?" yunjin snapped as soon as you were far enough from the door.

"explain what? i was just talking to intak," you replied, feigning innocence.

"you know that's not what i'm talking about," yunjin shot back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i really don't," you said, your voice dripping with mock confusion.

"okay, since you wanna act like this. why didn't you stop nien when she kept kissing you?" yunjin's eyes narrowed.

"why would i? she was just acting," you shrugged, nonchalant.

"we both know damn well that wasn't acting. she likes you," yunjin accused, her tone sharp.

"if she does, then what?" you countered, raising an eyebrow.

"i would hope my girlfriend would keep some distance from another girl that clearly likes her," yunjin said, her voice tight with frustration.

"well, i think chaewon likes you. will you keep your distance from her if i ask?" you shot back without missing a beat.

"that's different," yunjin sighed.

"tell me how it's any different. i'm in the same situation as you. nien's my main partner, chaewon's yours. what's different? 'cause i really need to know," you challenged, your patience wearing thin.

"you and nien kiss for this project," yunjin stated flatly. you couldn't lie—she had a point there.

"we're actors, though. it means nothing," you lied effortlessly.

"even if it means nothing to you, it clearly meant something to nien," yunjin shot back, her gaze sharp.

"at least she makes her feelings public," you muttered under your breath.

"i'm sorry, what was that?" yunjin asked, disbelief etched in her features.

before either of you could say more, soobin poked his head out. "are y'all done out here? we need to film the last scene."

"give us—" yunjin started, but you cut her off. "yeah, we're done talking," you said curtly, heading back inside with soobin. yunjin stood there for a few seconds, frozen, her jaw clenched before she finally followed.

she wasn't done talking to you. but that would have to wait.

eventually, filming wrapped up, the tension still lingering in the air.

"dinner on me to celebrate all the troubles and shit we went through to get this done," soobin said, stretching his arms with a satisfied grin.

"and drinks on me because we deserve to get fucked up," yeonjun added, already pulling out his phone to scout for bars nearby.

"i will not complain about that," chaewon chimed in, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

everyone began packing up but since you were only an actor, you didn't have much to carry, so you decided to help keeho tidy up his area.

"so... you and nien?" keeho asked casually, stacking some equipment.

"what about us?" you replied, helping him pack the cables.

"are you two... you know?" keeho pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"keeho, just ask what you wanna ask," you shot back, not missing a beat.

"are you two dating?" he finally blurted.

"no," you shook your head, stuffing some scripts into a bag.

"then what the fuck was that kiss earlier? i know you heard yunjin say cut," keeho said, narrowing his eyes.

"guess she couldn't get enough of me," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"so you two like each other," keeho smirked, clearly entertained.

"maybe," you replied, glancing over and catching yunjin eavesdropping, her gaze sharp as ever.

"we're leaving now," yunjin announced abruptly, her voice cutting through.

"let's go then," you said, brushing past her to walk out with keeho, pretending not to notice the glare she shot your way.

"are you riding with me?" keeho asked as you reached the parking lot.

"y/n can ride with me," yunjin interjected quickly, her tone firm. chaewon tilted her head slightly at that but kept her thoughts to herself.

just then, intak and nien emerged from the building, loading their stuff into keeho's car.

"actually, i'll ride with keeho," you decided, heading toward his car without another glance at yunjin.

"i hope there's still room for me," you said, standing behind nien as she shut the trunk.

she turned around, her smile softening. "of course. i can always make room for you."

"good." nien helped you toss your bag into the backseat, and the two of you climbed in together.

"i think i fucked up. don't make out in the back of my car!" keeho groaned as he settled into the driver's seat.

"we make no promises," you joked, buckling in with a grin.

"i will actually jump out of this car if y'all start that shit," intak muttered from the passenger seat, shaking his head.

meanwhile, yunjin, chaewon, soobin, and yeonjun stood near the front of the building, watching the scene unfold.

"i had a feeling the rumors were true," yeonjun remarked, his eyes following keeho's car as it pulled away.

"they're not," yunjin snapped, her jaw tight.

"then how do you explain that?" yeonjun countered.

"they're just playing their roles a little too well," yunjin said coolly, unlocking her car with a sharp click. "now let's go. we have to beat them there."

"but filming's literally over," yeonjun muttered, trailing behind as the group followed yunjin to her car.

the whole dinner was spent with you and nien hanging onto each other. obviously part of the plan, and tonight you were going all out. you didn’t make eye contact with yunjin even once, except during the group cheers at the beginning. you talked to everyone but her, even chaewon, just to really drive the point home: she was the problem.

once everyone finished eating, you all made your way to a bar right across the street.

you were busy taking shots with keeho and yeonjun when yunjin pulled nien off to the side while chaewon was outside putting something in the car.

"i didn’t know you and y/n were that close," yunjin said.

"oh, it’s recent. we’ve just been good company to each other lately," nien replied casually.

"do you like her?" yunjin asked, her tone sharp.

"well..." nien trailed off, letting the word hang in the air.

"you shouldn’t. i’m pretty sure she’s already dating somebody else," yunjin snapped.

"yeah, i know. i don’t really like who she’s dating, though," nien shot back, her glare unwavering, making it clear she knew exactly of the “relationship” that was going on between you and yunjin.

"don’t be a homewrecker," yunjin warned.

"you don’t have to worry about me," nien replied, raising her hands in mock defense. "what you should worry about is her." she nodded toward chaewon, who had just walked back through the door.

"you don’t know anything," yunjin retorted.

"okay~" nien dragged out the word with a smirk.

yunjin stared her down for a moment before turning on her heel and walking over to chaewon. nien just laughed to herself and made her way back to you.

"your girlfriend just threatened me," she announced with a grin.

"she did? how?" you asked, intrigued.

"i think she was trying to act like a wingman at first, but then she switched up when i admitted i was interested in you," nien said.

"oooh. you’re interested in me," you teased.

"oh, shit! you weren’t supposed to know," nien replied, feigning shock.

"sucks for you. i have a girlfriend right now," you shot back playfully.

"right now," nien repeated with a sly grin. "but maybe not in a couple of hours, hopefully."

"hopefully," you echoed, smirking.

you spent the rest of the night taking shots with the group, minus yunjin, who you continued to avoid. yunjin, on the other hand, couldn’t stop watching you. the way you laughed with nien, how close you seemed, the casual touches; it all annoyed her. sometimes nien would catch yunjin’s glare and respond with a smug smile, especially when you were leaning into the taiwanese-vietnamese girl, and that really set yunjin on edge. but she held back, knowing she couldn’t cause a scene in front of everyone.

luckily for her, you eventually slipped away to the bathroom. yunjin followed, waiting outside the one-person stall. as soon as you stepped out, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a nearby private room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“what the fuck, yunjin?” you yelled, but the korean-american girl quickly covered your mouth, dragging you into an empty room, meant for private sessions, and slamming the door shut.

“what the fuck is your problem?” yunjin snapped the moment the door clicked shut, her eyes blazing with frustration.

“what are you even talking about, yunjin?” you shot back, feigning confusion.

“what do you mean, what?” she lashed out, her hands gesturing wildly. “you and nien! whatever the fuck you two have going on.”

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms defensively.

“are you serious? you and nien have been acting like girlfriends all night!” yunjin spat, her voice rising with each word.

“i mean, isn’t that good for us though? you didn’t want anybody to know about us,” you countered.

“that doesn’t mean i want people to think you’re with somebody else,” yunjin shot back, her frustration boiling over.

“as long as we know what’s happening between us, it’s fine. that’s what you said, right?” you retaliated.

“yeah, but we should at least not entertain other people,” she snapped, the hypocrisy in her words almost laughable.

you nearly rolled your eyes. “you act like you’re single. what’s the problem with me doing the same?”

“i’m sorry i don’t want people to make up rumors and shit about us,” yunjin said, her voice softer now, but the irritation still lingering.

“that’s literally the least of my worries about us,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head.

yunjin sighed, rubbing her face in frustration. “i don’t know what you want me to do to make this better.”

“i don’t want anything,” you shrugged, your indifference only fueling her annoyance.

yunjin’s jaw clenched. “so you want me to not hang out with anybody and devote all my attention to you, basically?”

“that’s literally not what i said at all. obviously, we don’t understand each other. maybe it’s best if we just end this,” you said, your voice steady but your heart pounding.

“wait, y/n, please don’t break up with me. we can settle our problems and be together. please,” she begged, her voice trembling slightly as her eyes pleaded with you.

you sighed, watching her crumble in front of you, her desperation evident in the way she clung to the last shred of hope.

“we can even become public if that’s what you want. just please don’t leave me,” she added quickly.

“then let’s go out there right now and announce our relationship,” you said without missing a beat, challenging her.

yunjin physically recoiled, her face betraying her hesitation before she quickly recovered. “well, maybe not right now, but like within a week, of course.”

“why not?” you pressed, crossing your arms.

“listen, just hear me out. i obviously want to be with you, but i just gotta handle some stuff first, and then we can—”

“so you can cut off all your hoes?” you scoffed, bitterness lacing your words.

“i have no hoes! just you,” yunjin exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation.

“can you please stop lying?” you snapped, rolling your eyes.

“baby, i swear i only want to be with you. you’re the love of my life,” yunjin said, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness.

you sighed deeply, walking toward her, watching her face light up with hope—only for it to drop when you spoke. “you should be saying that to chaewon.”

“what do you mean?” yunjin choked out, her face paling.

“you thought i wouldn’t know?” you asked, your voice calm but laced with fury.

“listen, i don’t know what nien told you, but nothing is going on between me and chaewon,” she stammered.

“nien didn’t tell me anything; i’m the one who told her,” you replied coldly.

“huh? what do you mean?” yunjin’s confusion only made her look guiltier.

“i literally saw you two, yunjin!” you yelled, your anger finally spilling over.

“baby, that’s a misunderstanding,” yunjin tried to explain, her words empty.

“so you remember our anniversary? when i suddenly couldn’t meet up? it was because i saw you laid up in bed with chaewon,” you said, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest.

“listen, baby, what i had with chaewon wasn’t serious,” yunjin said, stepping closer as if proximity could erase the betrayal.

“so we weren’t serious?” a new voice cut through, and both of you turned to see chaewon standing in the doorway.

“huh?” yunjin spun around, her face draining of color.

“you just told y/n we weren’t serious. she already found out, what’s the point of hiding it?” chaewon said, her expression unreadable.

“did you tell her?” yunjin asked, her voice sharp with accusation.

“i didn’t say anything,” chaewon replied coolly.

“i literally just found out on my own. nobody told me anything,” you told her.

“wait, y/n, can you just hear me out for a second—” yunjin pleaded, her voice desperate.

“what is there to hear you out about? i know everything,” you interrupted, your voice low but firm. “even your project that, for some reason, included you dating me.”

“i swear there’s context,” yunjin insisted, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“i don’t even care. i’m gonna make this easier for all of us and just break up with you now,” you said softly, the finality in your words hitting harder than any scream could.

“baby, please,” yunjin begged, her voice breaking.

“i hope you and chaewon are happy together,” you said quietly, turning on your heel and walking out of the room. 

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[prael]

Kinktember Masterlist

31 days. 31 fics. 31 kinks. Over 31 idols.

Mostly male reader with some fem reader and some third person idol x idol.

In this list I will include what I believe to be the 'main' kink, though each fic may contain several.

Masterlist Kofi(donations/commissions)

12 Days Of Praelmas Masterlist

Kick-off Bonus fic - Pet Play - IVE Jang Wonyoung (ft. Aespa Karina)

Birthday Breeding - IVE An Yujin

Maid Play - Aespa Karina

Foursome/Blowjob - Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin

Dollification - Illit Minju

Fingering - NMIXX Sullyoon

School Uniform - ITZY Yuna

Public sex - Le Sserafim Sakura

Hate Sex - (G)I-DLE Shuhua

Spa/Massage - Newjeans Danielle

Mirror sex - Twice Mina

Cuckquean - IVE Liz & Wonyoung

Electrophilia - Aespa Winter

Car sex - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Spanking - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Stand&Carry - Kepler Youngeun

Pool sex - Twice Tzuyu

Rope Bunny - ARTMS/LOONA Heejin

Fluffy Romance - IU

Mutual Masturbation - Newjeans Hanni × Minji

Sex Tape - Ex-Izone Jo Yuri & Stayc Isa

Gangbang - TripleS Seoyeon, Sohyun, Kotone, Nakyoung, Yubin, Kaede, Dahyun and Yooyeon

Overstimulation - Illit Moka x Yunah

Edging - (G)I-DLE Yuqi

Vicarphilia- IVE Gaeul

fluff Rough Sex - VIVIZ/Gfriend Eunha

Futanari - NMIXX Bae x Jiwoo; Haewon x Kyujin; Lily x Sullyoon

Degradation - Aespa Ningning & Giselle, Kepler Xiaoting & Yeseo and TripleS Nien & Xinyu

Scissoring - ITZY Ryujin x Yeji

Ice Play - Fromis_9 Hayoung

Reader Free Use - Red Velvet Seulgi

[cat-commander-23]

Hier pt 2

Konig x reader

Summary: You both were taken during a mission but held in separate rooms. Konig heard everything. This is the after.

TW: mentions of your torture (nothing graphic…yet?), flashbacks, PTSD, Google translate German

A/N: So some of you actually liked the garbage I put out before?? So I’m continuing this?? I can’t believe after 10 years I’m writing fanfic again. If this ends up going somewhere, I may condense parts so they are longer but as of right now, I’m just thinking and slapping this together

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The flight back to base after your rescue was silent, your eyes hazy and unfocused on the floor as the medics checked you over. Konig, sat across from you, never took his eyes off of you. He still wasn’t sure just how long you both had been taken, a few days? A week? It could have been years for all he knew, listening to your screams and wails from the other room. He could hear muffled conversation, your captors relentless in their questioning. But you never spoke, Konig never heard the wonderful tones of your voice, just the eardrum pierce of your screams.

“….colonel?” He heard, making him blink out of the horrible memories and take in the base around him. You had landed and medics were trying to coerce you onto a stretcher. One of them reached out and grabbed your elbow, you reacted faster than they could.

Within seconds of his hand on you, you had the medic pinned on the ground, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle behind him. Your face was one of pure anger, almost….feral.

A look Konig recognized all too well.

He wore that face under his hood in battle, slipping away from the steady Colonel that had climbed the ranks and into the human battering ram he had been trained for. No. Built for.

He watched your eyes snap rapidly around to the growing crowd, chest rising and falling rapidly with sharp pants. You were no longer lost in a daze, you were back at the hands of your captors and seeking revenge.

Another medic went to step forward and Konig shot his hand out, grabbing the back of his vest.

“Nien….do not touch.” He muttered, scanning the crowd as well in case anyone else tried to step in. As gently as possible, he pushed through the crowd and lowered himself to a kneel. His hood had been long gone with the capture so his strong expression was free for all to see.

“Stop.” Konig grumbled, your eyes snapping up to his. “You are home, ja? Sicher.”

You blinked rapidly as your mind caught up.

Safe.

Home.

Looking around at the crowd and back to the poor medic still trapped under you, you jerked away as if the touch burned you. The crowd jumped back as well, giving you space.

“Look at me.” You blinked back to him, to which he gave a small smile. “Gut. Let’s go.”

Konig stood to his full height and held out a hand, helping you to your feet. His touch lingered once you had your footing, but your mind was still dogged with so many feelings. Instead, he moved his hand to the space between your shoulder blades, guiding you inside with a gentle touch.

[layce2015]

John Wick Chapter 4 (John Wick x Female!Reader)

Chapter 4: Killa Harkan

First Chapter

JW4 Masterlist

Klaus leads John, who still had his hands tied, and (y/n) into this large room where there were several men cleaning their guns off on the side. Down at the end of the room, a large man with short dark hair and wearing a purple suit was sitting at a poker table, shuffling some cards. Klaus comes up to the table and places a letter to the large man, Killa Harkan.

He takes the letter, opens it and reads it then smiles, revealing his front gold teeth. "Please tell your mistress that I am honored by this gesture and I look forward to our continuing partnership." Harkan said. "I am Klaus." Klaus said and he turns to walk away but not before he stops and stares at John and (y/n) before he leaves.

"Mr John Wick in the flesh. The Baba Yaga. And this lovely creature you have with you must be the famous Mrs (y/n) Wick." Harkan said as he smiles, evily. (Y/n) does her best to hide her disgust of the man. "Must be Christmas, ja?" He asked as he chuckles then he digs into his pockets and pulls out an inhaler.

He puts it to his mouth, pushes the button and sucks in the air. Then he puts it away and gestures to the chairs before him. "Where are my manners? Please." He said as he gestures for one of his men, who comes up to John and cuts the ropes around John's wrist.

"A drink, Mr and Mrs Wick?" Harkan asked them as he pulls out a bottle of liquor and pours a couple of glasses. "You were expecting us." John said, questionably. "Not me. Him." Harkan said as he nods over to John's left. John and (y/n) look over and see Cain walking up to them, holding a tea cup in one hand and his cane in the other.

"How are you?" Caine asked as he goes over to a chair. "You knew we'd be here." John said to Caine. "I suspected it." Caine said. "Family." John said and Caine looks in his direction and smiles as he pulls his chair up while John and (y/n) take their chairs.

"That family sold you out, Mr Wick. They gave you up in the vain hope of saving themselves." Harkan said as he burns the letter and sets it in a trash can. "You see, that's why I never trust the Cossacks. They are dirty people." Harkan said and John looks over at Caine.

"This is personal." John said to Caine, who just picks up his tea cup. "I sense tension here." Harkan said, smiling. "Mr Wick may probably feel I'm responsible for the death of a mutual friend." Caine said then he sips his tea. "But I didn't kill Koji. You did, John." Caine said and John looks down then back over at Caine. "He didn't pull the trigger." (Y/n) said in a low voice. "Metaphorically speaking." Caine mutters.

"You know, this discord between old friends, it saddens me. Allow me to help." Harkan said and he pulls out this large pistol and aims it at John, which made both him and (y/n) jump, while Caine pulls out his gun and aims it at Harkan.

A guard comes up from behind Harkan but he holds his hand up to him. "Nien." He tells his guard. "We have a deal." Caine said. "Had." Harkan sneered. "The Marquis." Caine said as he holds up a finger. "Hell, I doubt he'll mind if it's bullets, blades, a blind man." Harkan growls and Caine slams his fist on the table, chuckles then takes a sip of his tea.

A second man comes up to the table and Harkan gives him his attention. "We found someone outside." he said and he sets a gun on the table and steps aside to reveal Mr Nobody behind him, his dog by his side. "Is this for me, Mr...?" Harkan asked as he holds up the gun. "Nobody." Mr Nobody said. "And, no, it's actually for him." He said as he gestures to John.

"Then take a seat, Mr Nobody." Harkan said as he pushes the gun aside and gestures to the chair next to (y/n). Harkan then chuckles and holds his hands up. "Exciting, ja?" He asked, smiling, and Caine scoffs out a laugh while (y/n) places a nervous, shaking hand on John's knee and he takes her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand in a soothing, comforting way.

The dog looks up at the Wicks and growls as Harkan puts his gun away. "So, you want to kill them." Harkan said to Caine as he points to John and (y/n) then he looks over at Mr Nobody. "You want to kill them. I want to kill them. What about you, Mr Wick?" Harkan asked. "I'm going to kill you." John growls and Caine smirks a bit but hides it quickly. 

"For Pyotr. Of course, ja." Harkan said and John seemed a bit surprised he knew. "But it looks like we have ourselves, uh, a genuine conundrum. A quandary, if you will. A real-life dilemma. So..." Harkan said and he takes a deck of cards and begins to shuffle. 

"How about we play a game? One hand. The winner decides who lives...and who does not." Harkan said as he flicks a card out of the deck and an Ace of Spades card lands in his other hand. Caine chuckles again then puts his gun away.

"All right. What's the buy-in?" Mr Nobody asked. "More than you can afford." John tells him. "Yeah, I'm two bullets away from being a very rich man." Mr Nobody said as he glances over at the Wicks'. "Or a dead one." Harkan said and he lays out the cards in front of him.

"Five-card draw." Harkan said and he looks over at John. "I'm going to guess you're playing for both you and your lovely wife?" Harkan asked and John nods then he deals out the cards to John, Caine and Mr Nobody while (y/n) sat next to her husband, her right leg bouncing up and down nervously.

Mr Nobody sends a card back to Harkan and he gives him a new card. Mr Nobody then looks down at his cards and Harkan turns to John. "Mr Wick." He said as John looks at his cards. "Mr Wick?" Harkan asked and John looks up at him then back at his cards before pulling out two cards and hands them to Harkan, who in turn gives him two new cards.

Caine gestures with his hand that he's good and John sets his cards down, reveals two aces, two rights and a queen. "Dead man's hand, Mr Wick." Harkan said, smirking. "Well...I don't gamble. Let's see." Caine said and he holds his cards to his face then laughs like he forgot something and sets his cards down.

"Four nines. And a four." Caine announces and Harkan gives him an impressed look. "Most impressive." Harkan said and they all look over at Mr Nobody. He sets his card down, revealing an ace, a king, a queen, a jack and a ten. "Ah. A Royal Flush. Pretty good for a nobody." Harkan said, smiling. "Thank you." said Mr Nobody.

"A blind man, a guy with a dog, a lovely woman and John Wick walk into a bar and take a seat at the table." Harkan said as he flips a card, which was a two. "That either sounds like the beginning of a stupendous joke or a most profitable opportunity. One thinks he can serve his way out." Harkan said as he flips another card, a two. "One...thinks he can buy his way out." Harkan said as he flips another two. "And a couple...thinks they can kill their way out." Harkan said as he flips another two.

"Each of them all think that they have the winning hand. But what they fail to realize is that the moment they took a seat at The Table..." Harkan said and he flips the last card, which was a two. "...they had already lost." Harkan said. "Let me guess. Five of a kind?" Caine asked. "Yeah." John and (y/n) said.

"I knew you were a cheating prick." Caine said to Harkan. "Yeah...total prick." John said then he turns to look at his wife then Mr Nobody. "Just so you know, Pyotr wasn't personal. Now, maybe a little bit." Harkan said as he stands up and starts to lean forward when John grabs a card and slices it on the side of Harkan's neck then throws it at a nearby guard, hitting him in the eye.

"Kill!" Mr Nobody ordered his dog and the dog jumps up, runs across the table and jumps on another guy and attacks him as more guards come in. Two guards come at John and (y/n) but they hold up their jackets to protect themselves from the bullets while Caine shoots at three men.

The two guards attack John and (y/n) but the couple were able to subdue them and yank the guns out of the men's hands. Now they were armed. They shoot at a couple of men while another one grabs (y/n)'s arms and she was able to swing them around to where she was aiming her gun towards Harkan, who was running, and his guard and fires.

She was able to kill the man that was running with Harkan but the large man himself runs off, holding his bleeding neck. John then punches the man in front of him then shoots at Harkan, getting him in the ass as he runs. John and (y/n) shoot a few more men in the chest and the head before both of them run after Harkan.

They make their way into the club area, where the music was loud, the lights flashing and the people dancing around like they just don't care. They go through the parting waterfall and come upon the dancefloor where there were hundreds of men and women dancing.

Harkan runs through the crowd and pushes them away until he comes upon his men. "Hey! They're over there!" He yells at them as he points at John and (y/n), who were running through the crowd with their guns drawn. Two of Harkan's men come up and one swings an axe at (y/n) but she ducks and shoots him in the chest while another attacks John with an axe as well but he was able to block and grab the man's arm then swings him down to the ground.

There was a parting area of the crowd where the couple could see Harkan standing there, blood seeping out of his wound. The couple glare at Harkan as he pulls out his inhaler and sucks in the air. John and (y/n) walk towards him as Harkan glares at John.

"YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS! BASTARD!" Harkan yells and John goes and punches him a couple of times and Harkan blocks his blows then punches him. (Y/n) joins in as she kicks him in the gut then punches him in the face. He backhands her and she falls back while John punches him but Harkan kicks him back then grabs him and flips John over his back, making him land right on the nearby steps.

He reaches down to grab John but (y/n) comes up and kicks him in the ass, right where John shot him. "You bitch!" Harkan shouts and he grabs her arm, flips her over his shoulder then slams her on the ground, knocking the wind right out of her.

She lets out a pained groan and Harkan grabs John, picks him up and slams him on the ground. He then grabs the collar of (y/n)'s jacket and begins to drag her away and she starts kicking and flailing her legs.

Finally, he stops, grabs her neck and pulls her up and she goes to kick him while John comes up behind him and slams his hands against Harkan's ears. Harkan yells and drops (y/n) then he turns and punches John as (y/n) starts to get up. Harkan grabs John then throws him towards (y/n), which makes them hit the side railings.

Before they could recover, Harkan spin kicks at John which, in turn, makes him fall against (y/n) and both of them stumble and fall off the side. John goes to grab (y/n) but before he could protect her from the impact, both of them hit their sides on a pillar then they fall off of that and land on the floor below them.

The waterfall pouring over the couple as John was on his front and (y/n) was on her back, both of them recovering from the shock and pain. "(Y/n)..." John groans out as (y/n) takes in a few deep breathes. "I'm...alive..." she said while it felt every part of her was in pain.

John slowly gets up to his feet as (y/n) starts to sit up. He walks over to her, holds his hand out to her and she takes it and he helps her up to her feet. Both of them look up and could see Harkan shouting and gesturing then they look over to the other side of the club and see some men coming.

John takes (y/n)'s hand and they begin to run until two men with axes come up and swing at them. The couple duck and dodge the swings and began two punch the men. John was able to push one up against a pillar and slammed the axe the man was holding towards his neck, which cut into it. He then grabs the axe, yanks it out of his hand and slams it on his head.

(Y/n) grabs the second man's arm and pulls the axe out of his hand and swings it at his head, which hits him on the side of the head. She pulls the axe out of his head then turns around as two more men run at her and John.

The couple then uses their new weapons as (y/n) lands the axe at one guy on the shoulder and yanks him down to the ground then slams the axe on his chest while John threw his axe at another man, hitting him the head. Two more men come but John was able to punch, kick and flip one of the men while (y/n) uses the axe again and hits the second man in the chest and throws him to the side.

Then Harkan appears before them and he kicks John in the chest then punched him while (y/n) goes to kick Harkan but he grabs her foot and shoves her back then grabs at John. He swings John around then clothesline him with his free arm, making John flip over and land on his front.

(Y/n) unsheathes her bracelet knife and runs at Harkan and she goes to stab him but he blocks it by swatting away her hand. She slices at him a few times and was able to get him across his cheek, which then angers him. He grabs her hand that had the knife, twists her writs which made her drop her knife then he headbutts her. She falls backwards and lands on her back while Harkan goes over to John and grabs him by the back of his collar while he was trying to get up on his feet.

"Know what your problem is, Mr Wick?" Harkan asked John as he pulls him up to face him. "You are unlucky." Harkan said and he slams John up against a pillar. "Unlucky in life, in love, in friendship..." he said and he punches John in the stomach. "And now...in death." Harkan shouts but before he could kill John, (y/n), who was able to find her knife, jumps on Harkan's back and stab him in the neck.

Harkan yells then (y/n) pulls the knife out of his neck and stabs him in the side before he smacks the back of his head into her face. She falls off of him and John punches Harkan then grabs him and pulls him around and away from (y/n).

Harkan goes to punch John but he ducks gets behind him and wraps his arms around him but Harkan was able to break his embrace and turn to face him. He charges at John but John grabs him and then body slams him on the ground as (y/n) shakes her head and gets up.

John gets on top of Harkan and starts to punch him repeatedly in the face then pulls him and punches him again until he goes unconscious. John then stands up and looks over at (y/n), seeing that she was okay. Then two men come running in and John takes on one as he takes the man's axe, spins him around to the ground and slammed the axe on his chest while (y/n) punches the second guy then stabs him in the neck with her knife.

They look over and see Harkan sitting up and pulls out his inhaler. He gets up and starts running away from the couple and they run after him. They catch up and John throws the axe, which hits Harkan in the back of the leg. Harkan screams in pain and John and (y/n) run at him as he backs up against a staircase. "Why don't you and your wife just die?" Harkan screams and John kicks him.

John falls forward on the staircase while Harkan stumbles back, hits the railings, falls over and lands on another set of stairs on his neck, killing him instantly. His body rolls over the last set of stairs as (y/n) looks down and cringes once he made impact on the stairs. 

She then looks over and goes to help John up then they make their way down the stairs to Harkan. John turns his body over and punches him him the mouth a couple of times and pulls out a gold tooth then they make their way out of the club just as everyone else was doing the same.

John and (y/n) make their way back to the Ruska Roma and see Katia kneeling by the alter. John walks up to her and holds out Harkan's tooth to. She takes it, looks at it and smiles as she looks up at them.

[yerimbrit]

would U : s. dahyun

synopsis: one group project, one fateful and coincidental rainy day, and suddenly you're waiting for her every day after school to walk her to the bus stop.

# : pairing ! nonidol!seo dahyun x fem!reader

# : tags ! short fluff fic, there's not much of a plot tbh, oh seo dahyun you are so first love core, feat. s1, s7, s9, s13, one or two mentions of s16 and s11, title from a red velvet song because of course it is, ppotoz if you SQUINT because of COURSE there's ppotoz, background nakymayu and konichiwaz

# : wordcount ! 2.7k

# : warnings ! none

in about one minute and thirty seconds, seo dahyun will pass through the west school gates and start walking toward the north bus stop.

"what are you doing?" nien slinks her arm around your shoulder, a big smile of curiosity overtaking her face.

you don't respond, but nakyoung, who's scrolling mindlessly on her phone, does.

"she's waiting for the love of her life."

at her casual admittance of the reason, nien's eyes widen and she moves her arm so she could giggle behind it. "wow, y/n's got a lover?"

any second now... three, two, ah! there she is, seo dahyun, who's on her way to the bus stop which also so happens to be in your direction. she's chatting animatedly with kaede, a girl from the year below, using big gestures with her hands. just as she passes by, she makes direct eye contact with you, lights up, and sends a huge smile your way. you can feel your entire face flush from your ears to your cheeks.

dahyun goes back to talking with kaede, and you can finally let your shoulders drop, sighing dreamily. "i'm all energized. let's go get crepes, on me."

nakyoung rolls her eyes but giggles, and nien is still shifting her weight from one foot to another, waiting for an explanation. when it seems like you're not going to answer further, nakyoung, once again, answers for you, albeit with an annoyed pout on her face. "y/n's been liking seo dahyun for ages. they were partnered for a project once, and she's smitten! it'd be cute, but i've been waiting with her for her to pass by every day."

"dude..." nien grimaces, but shakes her head playfully, "you're hopeless. you really do that every day?"

you frown, adjusting the loose backpack strap on your shoulder. "yeah, we don't have any classes together anymore. do you want crepes or not?"

suddenly, the two are following you like obedient puppies the moment you turn on your heel. some friends they are.

your crush on dahyun may be the most obvious thing to everyone but her. it's honestly a bit frustrating, but you're fine with just the small interactions you have with her every day, even if you have to make an effort to make those interactions happen. even if you have to force nakyoung to wait with you so you don't look like an idiot. even if you have to wait for more than five minutes at the edge of the courtyard close to the bus stop, because dahyun is an angel and sometimes stops to assist with anyone in need of help. because the few seconds that you get to cross paths with her, when her entire face lights up with excitement just because she sees you, is worth it.

so it's been a few months since this... routine started. so what? it's not like it hurts anyone. nakyoung will complain, but it's all in jest. nien might make fun of you, but you're used to it. you're not asking for anything more than to see her smile every day.

well, damn! you're sick. you're sick and you can't see dahyun like you usually do. you're sick, in bed, with a raging headache and a rising fever, a stack of blankets covering your torso, and the curse of slipping in and out of relieving slumber.

curse the world. it's not like you've done anything to get yourself sick, other than running out in the rain because you forgot your laptop at a café five minutes after you left, and two minutes into your return it started pouring.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" seoyeon, your roommate, rolls her eyes. she hands you a glass of water along with your medication, to which you accept gratefully.

you swallow the liquid gel capsules down with a few gulps of water before pouting. "it's not my fault—okay, maybe it is—but i wasn't expecting to get this sick... you took notes, right? i'm so lucky the classes i missed are ones i have with you."

the girl playfully sighs, but agrees to hand her notes over, and she takes the empty glass to wash before returning to your room. "you know... dahyun's been asking about you."

"really!?" your eyes widen, mouth dropped ever so slightly, "i mean, what about? and why are you telling me this?"

seoyeon huffs in disbelief, "you really think you're so sly? everyone knows you wait for her after class, except her—you're there everyday. anyway, she asked if you were okay. she hasn't seen you in two days."

okay, first of all, you swear you were more inconspicuous than that, and second of all, she was worried about you? "aw, that's sweet. what'd you say?"

your roommate takes a seat on your office chair, unlocking her tablet to find the notes she took in your shared classes. "i told her you were out sick, and she looked at me with the biggest puppy eyes ever. she reminded me of yooyeon so i almost folded and invited her over, but i didn't for your own sake. she definitely misses you, though, even if she only sees you for like, ten seconds."

suddenly you're not sick anymore. you lean down on your back, sighing in content and slightly kicking your feet, earning you a raised eyebrow from the other girl. "do you think she likes me back?"

"just take the damn notes."

with the power of love (your words) or some damn miracle (seoyeon's aid) you recover at the speed of light and return to class the next day. with seoyeon's notes that you copied last night, you're as attentive as you can be to mr. lee's lecture, and then as cautious as you can be in your following lab.

(you absolutely could not afford to retake a class. that money could go toward something more important!)

despite your roommate, who's good friends with your crush, telling you that dahyun basically misses you, you're still too embarrassed to wait for her by the usual spot alone... thus, you text your good buddies nakyoung and nien (who recently joined in on your routine) and ask them to meet you near the gate. see, this way you can keep being nonchalant! ...until you can't.

after school club yn guys meet me by the usual spot naky (real cat) no u got me sick u bum yn what naky (real cat) im dying and u want me to wait with u tdy my own girlfriend cant even take care of me bc shes in japan taking care of her grandma yn oh shit im sry get well soon i hope mayus gma gets well soon too nien? brocconien i can't!!! i'm helping tone practice today sawwwryyy 😛😛 yn u guys r terrible.

so, you're really alone. and you look like a loser standing outside of the gates by yourself. and—is that rain? fuck, it's raining again! luckily, you have an umbrella! you're not that stupid to forget it again!

you open the clear cherry-patterned umbrella over your head, lifting your head back up just in time to make eye contact with the seo dahyun, who's- alone?

her entire face lights up, a huge contrast from her previously slightly glum expression (you'll kill whoever did that to her) and she rushes under your umbrella and hugs you.

a pink blush burns across your face. your crush is hugging you and you can only awkwardly pat her back with your free hand.

"y/n!" she exclaims, smiling wide when she pulls away. you only miss the warmth a tiny bit.

your own name has never sounded so good. she says your name like it's her favorite word in the world, like just saying it could bring her a burst of happiness. you're stuck frozen, gawking at her with a stupid blush on your face.

dahyun giggles at your slight stupor, waving her hand in front of your face. you blink. "you're back!" she then says, still smiling, and still deathly close, "i was starting to think you were kidnapped or something."

"uh, i—wait, what? kidnapped?" you stammer, the umbrella wobbling from your intensifying feelings due to her closeness. "i was out sick, forgot my umbrella under the rain... unlike now."

"hmm," the shorter girl tilts her head, "it must be fate, then. i just so happened to forget my umbrella this time. thank god the universe won't curse me with the common cold."

that statement strikes a chord within you. a chord named "nien's 101 pick up lines" that was buried between the deepest depths of your brain. a chord that forces your mouth open for you to chuckle and say, so smoothly, "i think the universe loves you too much for that."

and thank god for nien because that line makes the girl you like have a burst of red dusting over her cheeks, and you've got this new thing for seeing seo dahyun start to blush as red as her hair because wow. she's gorgeous.

"well," she noticeably swallows, and then tucks her hair behind her ear, her nose slightly scrunching in embarrassment, "i'm happy you're feeling better. it felt so off not seeing you like usual."

imaginary puppy ears just perked up on top of your head. "you noticed?"

she only nods, eagerly, affirmatively, "of course! it may or may not be something i look forward to now."

that's it. you've folded. nakyoung's gonna be so disappointed but fuck it and thank the heavens for her being absent so you could have this one chance.

you gulp down your nervousness, tightening your grip around the handle of your cherry-patterned umbrella. "i'll walk you to the bus stop, then. since you've forgotten your umbrella."

dahyun beams. "look at you, such a gentlewoman."

"you still haven't told me what happened the day i was gone," nakyoung grumbles, lightly punching your shoulder as you text someone on your phone.

nien comes in with a cup of coffee and an amused look on her face. she tries to hide the cup once you look up, but you already catch the name on the drink being kotone instead of nien. she panics and starts a new topic, "who are you texting?"

you try to hide the smirk on your face by coughing, and casually slip out a, "dahyun."

...

"what?"

"whaaaaaaat?!"

you're shoved around for a bit until they calm down after you smack them both on the head. "we may have had a moment under my umbrella when you both were gone like a week ago... and now we're texting, and she sends me these spinning cat reels that she says kaede got her hooked on, and last night we facetimed and she fell asleep on call and—oh my god, her sleeping face is so cute, and—"

"o-kay, too much information," nakyoung interrupts, not really wanting to hear another ramble about one of the campus beauties from you, "but how did this develop so fast? like, i was gone for one day. i swear you weren't this obvious the past few days."

nien nods and adds, "yeah, it was the same old routine for the past four days," taking a sip from her coffee and grimacing. the drink must be bitter.

"well..." you trail off, your gaze locked onto something, or rather, someone else in the distance.

"well, what?" nien furrows her brow.

speak of the devil, dahyun comes walking down to where you are, and this time, she's alone? again? nevertheless, she still lights up and smiles your way, but like that fateful day in the rain, she comes up to you and hugs you tightly. your two friends stand there shocked, and you are too, but you quickly reciprocate the hug and indulge in her warmth.

"you're alone today?" you ask, fixing stray strands of cherry-red hair blocking dahyun's field of vision.

she hums in affirmation. "kae-chan has practice today. walk me?"

"sure," you smile, and she unexpectedly squeals and takes your hand in hers.

unsure of what to do, you look to nakyoung and nien, who are unfortunately transfixed in place but now staring at your joined hands.

dahyun grins at your friends unapologetically. "sorry nakyoung, nien, i'm gonna steal her for today!"

and she drags you off to the bus stop.

nakyoung shakily turns her head to nien, who does the same to her.

"what just happened?"

weeks go by, maybe bleeding into a month or two. shocked friends get used to a new change in routine. a red-haired girl with only a cherry in her display name remains at the top of your instagram dms.

nakyoung can only appreciate mayu more whenever they go out on dates. is it just her, or did her own relationship take more than three times the amount of time it took for you to progress this far with dahyun? certain types of gays really do move fast.

so, the routine continues. even though you're not all that shy to wait for dahyun after classes anymore, her and nien still wait with you anyway. it's for moral support—and also to collect more bits of info for their real-life drama.

every day, without fail, you wait for dahyun to come out from the west school gates, and for some reason, she's started walking without kaede. nakyoung notices that she says that kaede has practice, but then she sees the younger girl pass by after you two leave... coincidence? or intentional? nien definitely noticed too, judging by the side-eye she gave nakyoung when kaede walked by for the first time.

someone would have to be a fool to not see that you and dahyun so clearly like each other. even nakyoung knows, and she can be as dense as a rock when it comes to love. you're incredibly loyal, and you'd do anything for the girl you like, and the girl you like lights up like you've saved the world whenever she sees you. come on, now.

but today, something feels off. like, it's fishy. it might be because her and nien missed more days of waiting after classes just because of how busy they are, but something is just... different about today.

you're standing there, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, and it's not even because you're texting dahyun. your phone is safely tucked into your back pocket, so why are you so geeked out today?

well... only one way to find out. right on cue, dahyun makes her way out from the west school gates, alone, and strides over with a certain bubbliness that makes it look like she's bouncing your way. when the three of you are in her vision, she smiles like she's glowing, walks right up to you, brings you into a hug, and...

...plants a big kiss on your cheek, leaving remnants of her lip gloss on your skin.

what. the fuck. nakyoung cannot believe her eyes. nien's got her jaw dropped, her grimace from the bitter coffee she still hasn't gotten used to dissipating. the obnoxious music playing in the courtyard stops.

"y/n! and hi nakyoung, hi nien!" dahyun smiles so purely, it blinds the two bystanders, and she turns back to you, wrapping her arms around your neck, "y/nnie, let's go karaoking!"

naturally, naturally? your arms wrap around her waist, a fond smile replacing the neutral expression on your face. "okay, sure. whatever you want, dahyunnie."

you both wave to nakyoung and nien, leaving without any further delay. nakyoung thinks she needs more than a minute to calm herself. "nien, let's go golfing."

nien snaps out of her astonished stance, "nakyoung, you know damn well that neither of us know how to golf. and are we not going to talk about how y/n bagged her crush in like, three months?"

nakyoung narrows her eyes, kicking a stray pebble on the sidewalk. "i don't get it. it took me almost a year of yearning to finally ask out mayu, and you're still doing whatever the hell it is you have with kotone. so how did y/n, the most hopeless out of all of us, do it faster?"

yes. good question. that remains a mystery and a miracle.

well, if anyone could do it, it's you.

a/n : sorry if its rushed i had a sudden splash of inspiration to continue this (it's been almost. two months) and i love seo dahyun and tripleS and you guys should get into tripleS....... please in every one of my tripleS fics i am going to mention ppotoz sorry not sorry this is like how i sneak in a red velvet mention in almost every one of my fics, it's inevitable. (btw ppotoz is ALIVE they're not dead thank the skies above bc the drought was insane) i know people don't really read for tripleS on here but that's okay. i only wish to spread my delusion for those who are willing to indulge :-)

[latenightdaydreams]

Mafia! König X Enemy! Reader

The reader is a CEO at a corporation, a person who always destroys König's business deals, it's time to punish

Mafia!König x CEO!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 2, Part 3

Master List

READ TRIGGERS

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, whipping, sodomy

1.7k word count

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When König received the news that his latest deal was intercepted due to you, again, he ordered his best to find you and bring you in. This was more than a hit; it was personal now. He had to be the one to do it. All he knew about you was your last name and the fact you’re the CEO. Imagine his surprise when he sees a woman tied to a chair and blindfolded. Not meaning to be sexist, but he was expecting a man.

As you sit with your arms bound behind your back and legs together, you struggle to break free. You stop once you hear heavy footsteps enter the room that you’re in. The sound of whispering followed by someone grabbing your chin tightly and tilting your head up.

“So, you’re the Kleine Maus that has been a thorn in my side,” König say’s in a low tone to you.

König pulls the blindfold from your eyes as he gazes down at you still. You only see icy blue eyes behind his black mask with bleach streaks. He studies your face closely; he can’t help but to find you attractive. The want to kill you changes, now he wants to own you. Such a pretty thing, it would be a waste to discard you.

“Do you know who I am?”

“König?” You try to steady your voice so your fear doesn’t show. In a cocky way, you felt untouchable. You never saw yourself in this position.

“Ja.” He grabs your jaw tightly and turns your face to the side to inspect you. “I wasn’t expecting a vixen.”

You try to jerk your face away from him, but his grip is tight. “What do you want?”

“I think you already know what I want.”

“Then just kill me already.”

“I don’t think I will.” König leans in closer to your face and looks deeply into your eyes. “It would be such a waste, don’t you think?”

“Do you want to do business with me? I can give you a 25% cut—”

“25%? That’s it? I think I’d prefer 100%.”

“50%.”

“Nien, Maus. I’m going to take it all, plus a little extra.”

König takes a few steps back from you, releasing your jaw. He grabs a pocket knife from its sheath, walking towards you. Fearful of being stabbed, you squirm in your restraints.

“Stop moving.” König mumbles as he grabs your shirt. He slides the knife through the fabric, splitting it in half and exposing your breasts sitting in your red bra.

“What are you doing?!”

“Showing you your place.” König looks at you as he pulls your shirt back to show more of your body to him. He pulls your bra down harshly, freeing your breasts. “Schön.”

“Stop!”

“You’re in no place to be making demands, Kleiner. Shut the fuck up and be thankful I’m letting you live,” He barks at you.

You sit with wide eyes and swallow hard as you can see the rage he’s suppressing. You’ve stolen millions from him, there is no denying the man hates you. His gaze only leaves yours to look down at your breasts, nipples harden from the cold air in the room.

“When I untie you, just know the door is locked from the outside and only the man on the other side can open it. Save your energy for what I’ve got planned.”

You shake your head, but don’t listen. König cuts the binds on your legs before going behind you and cutting your wrist free. In an instant you stand to run to the door. You’re unable to open it so you just bang on it and scream to be let out. Horangi on the other side just looks at the solid wood door before laughing at how desperate you are.

König wraps his muscular arm around your waist and pulls you back. “Pull your pants off.” You stand still, unmoving. “NOW!”

His loud demand causes you to jump, your fingers quickly pulling your slacks down. You stand in only your red panties now, gazing at König. He stands with his arms crossed, leaning against the door just taking in the sight before him.

“Legs apart.” He says, pushing himself off the door as he approaches you. “And if you try to hit me, you’ll only be making it worse for yourself Maus.”

There is no way you would even try. He stands at almost 7 feet with the build of a bull. You’re too small to take him on without a weapon. Instead, you swallow your pride and stand with your feet spread apart and your hands at your side. You look straight ahead and avoid looking at him as he approaches and walks behind you.

“Hands behind your back.”

You cross your arms behind your back, you can hear the rustling of fabric as König pulls his belt off of his waist. He folds the belt in half as he stares at your ass. First, he squeezes your soft fatty flesh with his large hand and taps it a few times. He then pulls his arm back before slamming his leather belt harshly against your delicate skin.

A pained cry leaves your lips, causing König to smile. He hits you so hard that you’re thrown off balance. His hand wraps around your arm pulling up back to your original stance.

“Come on, you’re stronger than that.” He mocks as he hits you again.

Another painful wail spills from your mouth, you are able to hold yourself firmer this time though. König loves hearing your pained cries. His cock getting hard in his cargo pants as he watches your ass ripple with every hit. Small welts already are starting to appear from the degree in which he is hitting you.

A few minutes of him whipping you pass as you stand with tears staining your cheeks until he stops. You wait for the next hit but it never comes. König just stands there rubbing his palm over his erection straining against the fabric needing set free.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it Maus?” He chuckles as he walks to grab the only chair in the empty room and brings it behind you. “Knees here. Lean over the back.” He says while pointing to the seat of the chair.

You turn and gaze up at him while moving yourself to the chair. Simply walking hurts, the skin on your ass is burning hot and feels tight. Once you’re situated on the chair, he walks up behind you and pulls down your underwear. His eyes gloss over your tight little asshole and those pretty, fat pussy lips between your legs.

He pulls your panties off all the way and brings them to his face to smell. “Are you ready for me?”

“Please, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He stops you.

König walks to be in front of you as he gazes down at you. Without breaking eye contact he unzips his pants, pulling at the button and letting his pants drop to his ankles. His cock springs free in your face. He walks closer and presses the leaky tip against your closed lips.

“Open.” König demands with his massive horse cock in your face.

You shake your head no. König laughs at your defiance.

“I said open. It’s for your benefit.” He mocks.

You still refuse to open.

“Okay, no lube it is.” He says as he walks away back behind you.

With your panties still in hand, he crouches down. He spreads your ass cheeks, causing you to flinch from the pain of where you were hit. He watches as your pussy lips spread slightly, exposing your pink folds.

“Here we go.” He whispers as he slowly shows your panties into your tight pussy. The feeling of the fabric being shoved into you is uncomfortable, but you try to stay still to not anger him more. He leaves a little bit hanging out of you, kissing your lips before standing up right again.

König moves closer, slapping your sore ass cheeks with his cock. One of his hands grabs the back of your neck to hold you still, the other still on the base of his cock. He begins to slap over your tight asshole with his heavy cock.

“Are you ready for me?”

You simply don’t respond, doing your best to stay in your head and not react. All of that goes out the window when you feel him shove the head of his cock into your virgin asshole. Your head whips around and you gaze up at König.

König meets your gaze as he shoves more of his cock into you. Your ass squeezes so hard around him he slips out for a second. It’s a small moment of relief until he pushes back into you. A loud painful groan is met with him shoving in more of his cock this time. You can feel a tearing sensation causing you to clench down on him, tucking your butt trying to get away.

“DON’T move…” He growls as he holds your hip, pulling you back to him.

König moves both hands to your hips to keep you steady, watching as his cock disappears into your tiny little hole. He lets out a loud moan once he is able to fit all of himself inside of you. The pain of his hips slamming into your torn up flesh is not even close to the pain of his monster cock inside of you.

He pulls out almost all of the way before slamming his cock into you once more. The wails that leave your mouth only adding to his arousal. His cock is being squeezed so tightly by your warm ass he gets lost in the sensation, just fucking you disregarding your pain.

König moves one hand to slap your ass, watching you jerk away like an abused animal. He smirks. You’re already breaking for him. As he shoves his cock all the way into your sore ass, he leans over your body to whisper in your ear.

“You’ve fucked me out of millions, and I’m going to fuck you for ever cent you took from me.” He promises you.

Part 2, Part 3

[kward-the-local-cryptid]

Bard Beginnings

Mighty Nien Meet Child!Reader, Who is a Bard. 

a/n: Hey all! So I got super inspired to write some child!reader fanfic after reading @peach-the-owl and @cornbake stuff. (Seriously go check them out, I love their works!) This is my first attempt at a reader insert fic, but I hope you enjoy none the less.  Trigger warnings: This fic contains child neglect and child abuse (hitting no blood). 

With a deep breath and a strum of your lute you start to feel the magic within you stir. Pin pricks turn into tingling as you belt out the final chorus. Your magic swelling as faster notes are strummed. The crowd cheers you on as your magic forms into prestidigitation, sending colored sparks just behind your back. Cheering continues as you take a dramatic bow and let the last of the patrons toss in their coin. Zadash was decently kind to your coin purse each time you came. You had learned the tricks to getting the most coin quickly. Simply start with an upbeat tune, then move onto a classic Dwendalian song (one where the crowd could sing along), then somber, then upbeat, and keep that going until the guards start to linger for just a little too long. Though thanks to the harvest close festival, the guards seemed to tolerate you for much longer than normal. 

 Another bow and a wave as the crowd disperses, you pick up the small hat now filled with coin. Part of your attention is brought to the odd group standing just to the side who had yet to leave. Two Tieflings, a half orc, two humans, a large woman, and a small creature are chatting amicably. An odd group no doubt but you think you saw the blue one put something in your hat, so they can’t be all that bad. You tilt your head towards the smaller creature. Their porcelain mask somewhat unnerving and the high-pitched voice does not match a child’s, odd indeed. When your eyes flick back up, both humans are staring at you intently. Smiling you give them both a small wave.

“Oi Runt!” A slurred voice calls from the alleyway behind you, “where da hells the money?” Your body tenses as you hear your caretaker drunkenly yelling for you. Practiced hand allows you to stuff a quick handful of coins into your pocket before walking towards the alley. As you step into the shadow, you miss the way the group continues to watch you as you retreat. 

“Bah! Took ya long enough!” Your caretaker sways and snatches the coin filled hat, “Hpmhf, barely enough in here to get drunk. Yer lucky I’m in a good mood.” The threat at the end of that sentence is not lost on you as you watch the man stumble back into the street. “Find yerself somewhere to sleep tonight, we leave in da mornin.” Biting back a sarcastic comment about his so-called good mood, you go deeper into the alley. Between the smell of candied apples and the silk banners floating above the rooftops you can’t help the smile. It won’t be so bad sleeping in the street tonight, maybe there will even be discarded festival food around. Food brings awareness to the uncomfortable emptiness in your stomach. Two days without anything to eat brings a sigh from you as you jingle the handful of coins you managed to get. Clutched in your hand you find some copper and even a silver piece! Though what catches your eye the most is a crumbled piece of parchment. 

Stepping to the side of an oncoming group of festival goers as you enter a new street, you pull apart the paper. Written in very neat calligraphy reads, “The Traveler”. It’s some sort of religion? The few pages talk about pranks and are filled with little drawings that make you giggle. You especially like the mage hand giving a wedgie to someone. You read through the pamphlet a few more times before safely tucking it away in your pocket. Mixing into a crowd this large is easy and before you know it you are munching on some festival food. A large part of you wants to inhale the skewered meat you bought but that small rational part of your brain keeps you from doing so. You eat one stick with much gusto but save the second stick in your pouch. It would be a good breakfast, after all. Between the rousing games and chatter and songs and peddlers, you loose track of the dusk until it is late into the night. Loud drinking and even more singing keeps you on your toes and helps to keep you out of sight. Nights like these are your favorites. Nights where you don’t have to worry about where to stay, or how to eat or what your caretaker will do to you. For a few blessed hours, you get to just enjoy being alive.  

Yet before you know it the crowds begin to disperse. Drunks are wobbling their way home, the bards are packing up, and the vendors are cleaning out the last of their stalls. With a stealthy foot and a cautious eye, you manage to find an alleyway tucked away in just the right spot. The Guards pass by without giving it a second look but there is enough room to spread your legs out and lean against the grimy stone wall. A shiver runs up your spine as you huddle into yourself. Harvest close meant it was turning to late fall now. Snow would be in the winds soon and having this pleasant of a night will be a distant dream. Star dotted skies and food in your belly help lull you into a stiff sleep. A smile on your face as you think of the wonderful festival day. 

You startle awake, immediately with your hand clutched on the small dagger in your shoe. Though blinking the sleep from your eye leaves you staring down at your legs. A striped cat looks up at you from its perch on your knees. After you blink at the cat for a moment or two, it sticks it tongue out and you can’t but giggle. With more caution than strictly necessary, you present your hand to the creature. Nuzzling and purring makes your smile widen as the cat happily accepts scritches from you. For a few moments the cat simply enjoys your attention before it scampers off towards the opening of the alleyway. With a sigh you snuggle back into yourself. It’s still dark out, and now its cold enough to see your breath. Before you can close your eyes again, a meow sounds off at the end of the alleyway. The cat is sitting, staring at you. Slowly you untangle yourself and step towards the cat. They bound up and begin to walk in front of you, only a few paces ahead, constantly checking to make sure you are still following. 

Shivering but with a small grin you follow the cat to a small inn close to the pentamarket. The door is slightly cracked open and the cat slips in. In for a copper, you think as you press yourself into the warm building. The smell of ale and chicken hit your nose as you let out a relieved sigh. You had not realized how cold you were until you can feel the heat slowly melting the freezing temperature from your bones. There are seven patrons left in otherwise empty bar. Looking over the faces you recognize them as the odd group from your performance. They all pause in their conversation and turn to look at you. Except for the human women in blue, who is currently face down on the table with a bleeding head wound.

“Frumpkin, I asked you to find a healer.” A man with copper colored hair and a dirt covered face addresses the cat before bringing his eyes back to you. For a moment, you are lost in the sensation of familiarity in those blue eyes. Haunted. Much like your own eyes.

“UUUhhhhnnnnnn” the sitting woman moans against the table. The head wound still gently oozing blood.

“Hair of the dog that bit her?” You ask to the group with a knowing smile, your caretaker is much the same after a night of drinking. Barfights typically the only thing ending his nights in the tavern. You pull out your lute and begin a soft soothing tune. Almost like a lullaby, its tones melt into a soothing melody. Once the last cord is struck, you gently touch her shoulder and can feel the tension leave her body. The wound on her forehead sealing shut and some of the swelling going down. The woman pushes herself up off the table and blinks for a moment.

“Holy fuck that’s better.” She grunts and you can’t help the smile.

 “You may feel better, but no more drinking tonight, okay? You need to rest.” You keep smiling at her even as she leans away from you with a confused look. 

“Who the shit brought the gnome?” You snort at her abrasive tone. 

“Not a gnome ma’am, just a kid following a cat.” You look down and wiggle your fingers at Frumpkin, and the cat happily attacks your fingers and purrs when you scratch their head. “Though next time you need a healer just go to the hospital, silly little friend.” With a final giggle you look back up to the adults now all staring at you. Thankfully the tiny creature in the porcelain mask breaks the silence when they look up to the blue Tiefling. 

“I thought you were a cleric, why couldn’t you do that?” Based on how the half orc leans away the loud response was expected. 

“Well it’s not my fault I’m traveling with a bunch of people that keep getting hurt and stuff! The Traveler can only do so much in a day!”  

“The Traveler?” You pull out the pamphlet from your pocket, “You mean like this one?” Immediately the blue Tieflings eyes light up brilliantly as she hops up and down. 

“You read my pamphlet for the Traveler? Isn’t he the coolest, and he can do so many things! He’s honestly like the best God ever.” The blue Tiefling is speaking so fast you can barely keep up but the excited tone has you smiling up at her, “Did you like it? The pamphlet I mean, because obviously you like the Traveler now.” Another giggle escapes your chest, you’ve been doing that a lot more today than any other time the past year. 

“I really liked the pamphlet,” you say and somehow the blue Tiefling smile brightens, “but this drawing of mage hand giving this person a wedgie is my favorite.” Both of you break out into small laughter. 

“Oh! We haven’t introduced ourselves! We are the Mighty Nien! I’m Jester! That’s Fjord, Nott, Molly, Yasha, Caleb, Frumpkin, and the one at the table is Beau.” 

“It’s a pleasure to make you acquaintance.” You give an exaggerated bow towards the group. When you return to standing, Jester is smiling at you, while Molly and Yasha exchange a look. Fjord, Nott, Caleb, and Beau have a similar expression of confusion and something else you can’t place. 

 “What’s your name squirt?” Beau asks as she folds her arms over her chest. There is a rise of panic in your chest. When was the last time anyone asked your name? When was the last time you ever used your name? What the hell was your name?             

“Er…um..w-well,” your stammering buys you a little time to catch a breath and calm a bit before plastering on a smile, “I c-can’t give away all my secrets now can I? A kids gotta stay on their toes, ya know?” Even your well-trained smile doesn’t crack the expression on Beau’s face, her eyes piercing into you. 

“Where are your mama and dad? Won’t they be worried if you’re out this late at night? Should we go look for them? Are you lost?” Jester’s face gets closer and closer to yours with each question you ask and you can’t help the stiff panic that overtakes you. Adults that get that close to you can mean a lot of pain. 

“Jester,” the dirty man, Caleb gently says, “maybe ve ought to not badger them, ja?” Relief washes over you as Jester backs up a bit, still giddy but now not next to your face. The way your shoulders sag when you have space again does not go unnoticed by most of the group.   

“Whoever the fuck you are,” Bea grunts as she stands, “thanks kid. I owe ya.” 

“Just promise you won’t get into another bar fight for at least…three more hours and we’ll call it even.” Beau’s lip twitches ever so slightly at your sly smirk. 

“Well, were not a group to leave our debts unpaid.” The purple Tiefling, Molly says, though that statement is met with many scoffs, “How about we treat you to a meal kid, to say thanks for healing our trash person.” Just as you are about to deny, to excuse yourself back to your alleyway, your stomach gives a loud rumble. Molly and Jester laugh, and you smile sheepishly. When a hand grasps your shoulder, you can’t help but jump and spin on your heel. Your hand positioned to start casting a spell. Fjord is standing behind you, hand still raised but his face now fully that emotion you can’t place. 

“Didn’t mean ta startle ya, just thought maybe we could all find a place to sit.” There is a gentle nature to the half-orcs tone that eases your nerves. But not so much that you stow away your lute fully. The group shuffles over to a bigger table and sits while Molly and Yasha go to the bar ordering food and one last round of drinks. 

“That was a complicated spell for one so young, vere did you learn?” Caleb chose a seat a few away from yours, making it easy to look at the man as he speaks. Though Frumpkin jumping into your lap pulls your attention away from his gaze. 

“Magic is a new thing for me Mr. Caleb.” Petting Frumpkin as they purr in your lap, “I’ve been playing music for a while and one day I was watching a performer. They made all these crazy images and sparks and even made this fake dragon, and it was so cool! I decided I wanted to try so I started watching magic more carefully, ya know? Like how plucking a string or the rise of your voice can change how you make the magic flow!”  When you look up Mr. Caleb has a ghost of a smile on his lips and the others are staring at you fully. “’M sorry for talking so much.” You hunch your shoulders and bring Frumpkin closer to cover your face. 

“None of that darling,” Molly places a bowl with hunk of bread and some soup in front of you, “we asked a question, you answered. No shame in that.” He gives you a wink and starts handing out the drinks to everyone. Except for Beau who grumbles something about a meddling brat under her breath. When side conversations and drinking start, you feel safe enough to inhale the food. Forgetting how wonderful it was to have more than scraps or finger foods. You don’t slurp your soup, but you do eat it with the ravenous hunger that has been gnawing at you. Little strips of meat don’t compare to homemade soup and bread. After you finish, the group is engaged with different conversations, and you happily sit and listen.

“So anyway, Caleb asked about your magic. Did you really teach yourself? How did you learn? Is it different than other magic?” Jester is looking at you, leaning in on her hands as she smiles. There is something so disarming about her smile that you can’t help but answer. 

“I’m self-taught, mostly from watching other bards use magic.” You say, absently rubbing Frumpkin who has nestled into your lap. “As for it being more different than other magic, um, well it depends on the type of magic I guess.” 

“What about Caleb’s magic,” Nott perks up, “he’s so skilled and powerful, how is yours different than his?”

 “What kind of magic do you do Mr. Caleb?” Caleb is decidedly not looking up from his cup. 

“I-ah do transmutation.” Caleb eyes dart around the wood of the table. You know that school of arcane! You’ve seen students from Rexentrum cast all the time when you are in the city. 

“Oh okay, I think I can show you then.” Digging through your pack, you pull out your notebook. It’s a frail thing, barely having any seem left but the pages are still mostly attached to the binding. 

“Here, so one of the cantrips in transmutation is prestidigitation. When Mr. Caleb casts it, he uses this spell structure.” With a practiced hand you draw out the cantrip. Making sure the semi circle and runes are placed just so. “Then he would have to use hand motions to copy the marks to make the magic happen.” You happily turn your journal out towards the group so they can see and wiggle your fingers in a similar pattern to show them what you mean. 

“For bards though the spell is cast through our music but it’s not a one for one thing, ya know? This semi-circle doesn’t equal a c sharp, though it would be much easier if it did work like that.” You chuckle to yourself and pull out your hand drum and give it a tap with the drumstick. 

“Depending on the instrument the spell can change. Drum, for instance, follows a similar pattern as the spell. So I drag my stick across the surface than hit the places where the runes are.” You follow the pattern and cast the spell, create a small blue spark that dances on the center of the table. “But other instruments can get more trickier, see with the lute, its not notes for runes. It’s more about the…ummm…how do I say this…I guess it’s more about letting the magic feel it’s way out than based on structure? When I see a new spell, I try to feel for the energy. Then I focus on the patterns while I play. It takes some time to learn magic that way but it’s the easiest for me.” As you stash your drum back in its place, you can feel the nien staring at you. Even as you pack your journal away and look from side to side. 

Caleb has his eyebrows raised and his hand on his chin, deep in thought as he stares at you. Nott is pushing a piece of paper in front of him but not looking away from where you put your journal. Molly, Beau, and Yasha are just sort of starting with their mouths open. Fjord’s gaze is on you but not focused, as he taps the handle of his sword. Jester has a look of wonderment on her face. The amount of attention is odd, though you are used to preforming, so it doesn’t cause you much stress. 

“Um…did I talk to much?” You ask, trying to break some of the awkward quiet.  

“Damn that’s impressive for kid so small as you. How old are ya?” Molly has a half cocked grin as the rest of the nien shake themselves out of staring. 

“Oh, I’m seven sir. Well, seven and three quarters. My birthday is on the day of the new year.” You reply with a smile. Much of who you are and where you came from is gone. All you can really remember is your time with your caretaker. He told you your birthday was on the new year, and you didn’t have any way to question it, so you agreed. There had never been a celebration of course, but it was still nice to keep track. 

“You, ah, must be very smart then.” The tall women, Yashsha, manages out. Much like Caleb she doesn’t like keeping eye contact. So you don’t try to force her. 

“Not really,” You say as you boop Frumpkin on the nose, “I just like learning songs and magic.” There are a few hums and then smaller conversations break out once more. You laugh when Molly starts telling a story from his days in the circus. And every now and again you try to peek at what Caleb is writing but Nott starts showing you her small collection of buttons and rocks to distract you. Time passes in the warmth and comfort of company and soon your day starts catching up to you. Between the soup in your belly and the warmth of the tavern you can feel your eyes beginning to droop. It’s bad to be so vulnerable around so many strangers but with these folks, it just feels nice.

“I think I’ve had enough ass kicking for one night, let’s call it.” Beau stands up and stretches out her back. The rest of the group begins to follow her lead and start collecting themselves. You bundle your thin clothes as much as you can and take a deep breath. Preparing yourself for the cold.  

“Vere is your coat?” You turn and blink at the question from Caleb, the rest of the nien are looking at you, varying degrees of that emotion again you are not really sure what it is yet.

“Oh-erm,” pulling your shirt closer together, “I wasn’t wearing one when Frumpkin found me.” Sheepishly you play with a button on your shirt before you can force a smile, “I was just out for some stargazing, but my caretaker isn’t far from here, I’ll be fine until I can get to him.” Some looks are exchanged between the adults, and you take that as your cue. 

“Thanks for the soup! And remember Ms. Beau, not fighting for at least another…twenty-three minutes.” Beau groans loudly as you give her a smile then wave to the rest of the group, making your way from the inn. There are not so hushed voices as you leave, but you ignore what is being said and start back towards your alleyway. Cold was much more shocking now, your breath clinging to the air. Morning was still a few hours away, so a quick nap before searching for your caretaker is the best bet. He probably won’t rouse until early afternoon anyways. Shivering you stretch back out into your spot once again. 

It feels like you just took a blink when you wake again. Your nose is runny and body stiff with freezing cold as you listen to the growing chatter of the town. Daylight brings some comfort of warmth as you manage to stretch your limbs back into place. Strolling into the day, you pull out the skewer of meat and much on it. There’s no way for you to find your caretaker so you mill about for a few hours. Morning turns into afternoon as you traverse Zadash and all its’ backstreets. Between inns and taverns, you don’t make much progress until you see a snoring crumpled form propped up against some crates. The stench of ale and piss hit you. Yup, that’s your caretaker alright. Heaving a sigh you pull your flute from your ragged pack. A quick upbeat tune begins as you let your magic ease and flow with the short notes. With a final little hop you let your magic wash over your caretaker. 

You had picked a non-touch spell, hoping that would be enough, that the distance would be too much of an effort, but this was not the case. A large meaty hand smacks you hard in the face and you tumble to the ground into the street. The throbbing in your face means you will be sporting a bruise come night fall. Your caretaker staggers out of the alley way and looms over you. Instinctually you curl into a tight ball with your arms over your head waiting for the worst of it. Yet it never comes, instead you hear a strangled choking noise. Summoning all your courage you peak up from your covered form and look up. Your caretaker stands pale and wide eyed at something behind you. Turning you see the might nien with weapons and spells drawn. 

“Guten Tag.” Caleb says with a fierce look in his eyes, a fire spell held in his palm.

“I think it’s in your best interest to walk away, friend.” Fjord has his weapon out, the heavy accent thicker than last night. Your caretaker looks at each one of the faces then his beety eyes look down at you. 

“Get up runt, we’re leaving.” He grumbles. You untangle your limbs and hurriedly stand but are stopped by a gentle hand taking some of your fingers. The flinch that goes through you does not deter the hand. Nott is standing at your side, gripping on to you tightly. A crossbow pointed at your now stammering caretaker. 

“Back the fuck up before I shoot your eye out.” The high snarl and seeing the skin clearly, Nott is a goblin. Part of you should be concerned about that but at least the mask makes a bit more sense now. Your caretaker huffs.

“Take the runt, they’re not worth the space they take up.” grumbling your caretaker spins on their heel and bolts down the alleyway. Just like that, you no longer have a caretaker. He just left you. A deep sense of shock overtakes you, he just left you here with a group of people he has never met. Your caretaker never cared about you. There was a part of you that always knew but now it was slapping you in the face. Absently you squeeze the hand that is still wrapped around yours. 

“Hey,” Jesters’ voice is soft and sweet, “would you like me to heal that for you?” Her hands are outstretched so you can see them, she is still a safe distance away, waiting for you to consent. With a small nod you keep your body stiff as she gets closer. With a gentle touch and a soft hum of green light that smells like cinnamon, the hurt in your cheek fades. The hands don’t leave your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, you don’t need that prick. You have us now.” Her voice is so sweet, her touch is so gentle as she holds your face. You look into her soft and wet eyes and realize you are crying. Seven is too old to cry, your caretaker had told you that. But the soft quiet tears keep coming as you stare at this Tiefling. It has been years since you have been held so gently. Without a second thought you throw your free arm around Jesters’ neck. Soon there are two arms wrapped around you and lifting you up. Cradling you against her neck. Jester holds you close, letting the pain and loneliness of your life ease out through your tears. You have never felt so safe before, you have never felt this kind of comfort before.