#nien x reader

[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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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

[vex91]

TripleS Masterlist

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

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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

[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

[invvuu]

LOVE ETHAN — a lee heeseung smau

SUMMARY — during a collaboration livestream with different streamers, heeseung gets chosen to recite a “love confession” as punishment for losing the game. he did find it very embarrassing but he didn’t think fans would take it to the next level and start shipping him with you the day after, what will the both of you do now to handle this situation?

OR AKA the best way to find love is to get shipped publicly with a streamer you’ve never talked to before

PAIRING — streamer!heeseung x fem streamer!reader

FEATURING — enha, triples’s yooyeon, sohyun, and nien, skz’s seungmin, nct’s jaemin, txt’s beomgyu, svt’s minghao, itzy’s ryujin, and more

GENRE — smau, streamer/influencer au, s2f2l, fluff, crack, slight angst

WARNING/S — ass comedy, cursing, inappropriate/suggestive jokes, kys/kms jokes, pacing might be slow, timestamps, grammatical mistakes, more will be added in the future

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this smau better not die on me bcs i came PREPARED and ORGANIZED unlike when i made the previous one 😭😭

TAGLIST — OPEN! (send ask, reply, or dm to join)

STATUS: (JULY 3, 2023 — )

profiles: one | two | three

00 — prologue (written / 578 words)

01 — nakamura

02 — announcement

03 — challenge accepted

04 — COLLAB TIME!

05 — i love you…

06 — blocked.

07 — rizzless streamer

08 —

more to be added !

taglist: @shinrjj @harperwasstaken1 @flwrshee @taekwondoes @rikisly @haechansbbg @arizejkt19 @viugos @yenqa @aefolrin @autumn-lv @misoxhappy @mizomani @beomsbeanie @enhaz1 @kxr0mi @j-wyoung

© invvuu do not copy, translate, nor plagiarize any of my content on various platforms (wattpad, youtube, twitter, tumblr, etc.)

[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.

[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

-.-.-.-

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.

[kangshxrtie]

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـPart Twoﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

"You should let me love you

Show you the way love's supposed to be"

ــــــﮩ٨ـ Next

[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

[mythicamagic]

Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x Reader) Chapter Seven

Summary: The rent is cheap, that's the only reason you're moving into apartment 167 on such short notice. The rent is cheap, you remind yourself again, staring up at the four-armed monster you would be living with. (Female reader x Sukuna)

Warnings: some dubcon moments and general Sukuna stuff i.e: murder. Will eventually feature smut.

Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three and others can be found on Ao3

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There was something distinctly depressing about break time on college campus. Groups of people tended to flock together, coffee in hand and chatting merrily away.

I wasn't accustomed to being a loner. The truth was that I'd always been in the thick of it with people, wanting to please, to entertain. 

Now my days were better spent people watching rather than participating. A funny feeling twisted low in my gut as another round of laughter came from the table opposite mine in the cafeteria. I looked down at my sad little sandwich, swallowing with difficulty. It wasn’t as though I’d been excluded by my new classmates, more like I’d taken a deliberate step back on purpose. 

When the laughter came again, I set down my barely touched food. Standing, I quickly strode outside. An unnamed, strange kind of panic beat in my chest, forehead beading with sweat. The air fanned crisp and fresh over my face the instant I stepped out into the open, immediately soothing frayed nerves. I took a few deep breaths, drawing away from the dining hall and continuing to walk until my steps threatened to take me over the campus border. Only then did I feel my panic abate, a hand resting over my chest. 

“Fuck,” I sighed, wetting my dry lips. 

Not to be a downer but friends made me think of loud music, the taste of beer and smell of weed. They reminded me of partying, and partying led me to think of-

"No way…is that-" a voice muttered, far too close for comfort. Ice froze my veins. I stilled, becoming completely rigid and unable to move. No. Nope, nien. This was just a dream, it couldn't be real. Any moment now, Sukuna would walk by naked, as he often did in my fantas- nightmares. Suddenly bright green eyes were peering down at me. A guy with short dark hair automatically smiled out of habit rather than affection, a complicated look passing over his face.

"Virago! Wow…shit, I didn't expect to see you here. They'll let anyone into this place, huh?"

I wish he'd drop that nickname. Not like it applied to me anymore. I felt far too meek these days. Probably because I had some damn perspective now. My hands curled into fists at my side. The small, circular cigarette burns on my upper arms and collarbone thrummed. My mind might’ve been fogged that day but my body remembered. 

"Why are you here?" I asked tightly.

"Not much of a greeting. Aren't you happy to see me? You could use a friendly face right about now."

He'd heard about the DUI of course, but I wasn’t expecting him to know I’d moved away. Not surprising, I guess. Maybe my parents had broadcasted it. Severed the tumor from the family and all that. Word had traveled fast in our small hometown. I was glad to be rid of the constraints of quick gossip. Cities were so much easier to live in if you wanted to achieve anonymity. 

"Not in the mood to greet an ex, Neil. Let alone be happy about it."

My head ached and the sunlight felt too bright. That newly familiar panic was rising up again. 

"Come on, you're still thinking about that?" He dismissed in his usual amiable tone. The kind that downplayed anything you might be feeling. "It was said in the heat of the moment- I forgive you for losing your temper. I broke up with you for the right reasons."

My heart lurched. White hot rage flew up my throat. "I broke up with YOU!" I snapped. “What are you even talking about?!”

Neil winced and glanced around, as if embarrassed I was causing a scene. Several people lounging around on the campus shot us curious looks. Shame heated my cheeks but I soldiered on. He opened his mouth but I cut in, lowering my voice. I’m ashamed to recount that it trembled. "You…y-you spiked my drink."

"Are we back to that old chestnut again?"

"It's the truth!"

"Yeah yeah, and look how well that worked out for you last time,” Neil sighed. “Not like you got drunk on your own and made your own mistakes, nah. It always has to be someone else's fault. Everyone got sick of your shit long before that accident, you know?"

When achieving maximum anger- nay- full throttle rage, it left me unable to speak. I could only tremble violently, fingers dug tight into the meat of my palms. 

"Listen. I didn't come here to fight,” he held up his hands magnanimously, flashing a pretty-boy smile I yearned to break. “I'm just in town for a few days visiting a friend. I'll be out of your hair before long. But…" he trailed off, reaching out. 

My brain short circuited. Those long fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, brushing the skin of my cheek as they drew away. I recoiled, arms instinctively raising to curl protectively around my body. "I still wanna catch up,” he murmured. “Come grab a bite to eat, for old times sake?"

That anger that had been buoying me along the majority of this conversation felt like it had been well and truly stabbed with a pin- all that hot air leaving me at once. I felt cold and vulnerable in my deflated state. 

"I don't want to. I'm- I'm busy,” I said lamely, softly. Where was my bite? Why did I feel so damn powerless?

Neil remained unconvinced, even appearing slightly mocking. "Uh-huh. What, you gonna make up a pretend boyfriend next?"

"There's no need to fabricate a lie when it's the truth, now is there?"

That deep, sonorous voice wrapped around me before the length of his arm did. I felt rather than saw a sharp grin press against my flushed temple. Sukunas unique scent swallowed my senses. Copper, baked meat, incense and smoke from a kiseru pipe all blended into one. A heady, sweltering cloud. Despite myself, I felt a complicated sense of relief in having him step close, my shoulders relaxing slightly. 

Sukuna sized Neil up, poised and at ease, a kind of laziness in his gait. He didn't draw himself up to stand taller or puff out his chest, one hand remaining slung half heartedly into his pocket. No voices were raised. All that needed to happen was a slight upwards tilt of his chin. To me, the effect felt instantaneous. Sukuna looked down from on high. 

And ultimately what he saw was not impressive enough to engage with. Whatever curiosity Neil inspired for half a second dimmed into a laissez-faire attitude. 

"Who are-"

"...I'm bored, come entertain me," Sukuna turned the full force of his attention on me. "You’re on a break now, right?"

He knows my schedule?

“Y-yeah,” I managed, bobbing my head stiffly. His large hand curled tighter around my shoulder, pressing me harder against the heated slab of stone that was his body. 

Sukuna smiled, sharp teeth flashing. “Good. Hurry up then,” he turned, drawing me along with him like I really was a stray buoy left out at sea, wrapped up in the storm that was Ryomen Sukuna.

"I-I guess I'll see you later, Virago."

I heard the confusion in Neil’s voice but could no longer see his face, too preoccupied with Sukuna all but spiriting me away from campus. My legs worked automatically to keep up with his long strides- and it was too late to throw a snide comment over my shoulder at Neil, the slimy ex long gone.

"I just remembered, you still haven't received sufficient praise for showing loyalty to me the other day."

I blinked, glancing up at Sukuna’s unreadable expression. His silver ear-cuff and chain caught the warm sunlight, making them shine white. 

"There's really no need-"

"Rejecting my goodwill? Heh, bold move."

When faced with Sukuna’s full, toothy smile- the kind that promised kinky violence- I clammed up, too dazed after the encounter with Neil to be appropriately bantery. 

Sukuna sighed, as if sensing my mood. The sound was a surprise. I checked his expression again, but it quickly became shadowed by the heavy shade of a building. The fact that he’d all but dragged me into an alley in the heart of the city should- most definitely- have inspired some terror. Too bad my stress batteries had overloaded.

"Tell me what you'd like,” Sukuna grunted, finally stopping to release me from his grip. “If it's not too annoying, I might be generous enough to entertain your wishes."

I stared.

What?

Where was this coming from?

Sukuna’s bored expression was impossible to dissect. I could only grasp at straws and conclude he was either fucking with me or operated on a bizarre sense of honor. He’d said he’d reward me, so the honor system demanded he follow through?

Too bad I was exhausted enough to let slip a tired giggle and think- fuck it. 

"Honestly I could use a nice spar or something along those lines right about now," I smiled wanly, running a hand through my hair and trying to shake off the echo's of Neil's touch.

He tilted his head. "A spar?"

"Yeah, like a massage, a nice long soak in an onsen or uh…something along those lines,” I nodded, picturing the kind of fancy establishments my mother had used to traipse back from, smelling of soap and hairspray.

"Ah, that kind of spar…" Sukuna tsked, gazing up at the narrow gap between the buildings between us. He gave a chuckle, rolling his shoulders with a gleam in his eye I definitely did not like. "Lucky you- that can be easily arranged! Ever the thoughtful pet to your owner, huh?” his large, weighty palm patted my head. “Hold still,” the words purred out lowly, the red of his eyes gleaming as he made a strange hand-sign.

My stomach dropped- seconds before my feet followed suit- and I plunged into deep, dark nothingness. 

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For a long moment, there was ceaseless, endless black. A void. It swallowed me whole, silent and yawning. During this time, I knew I was falling, but no breeze tugged my clothes and hair. No wind kissed my face. It was like being suspended between time and space.

As if having enough of that potential existential crisis- a sudden flash of red rushed up to greet my legs- and I plunged feet first into water a moment later.

I floated, stunned, before regaining my senses and quickly kicking- breaking the surface a moment later.

“Hah- hah,” I panted, blinking. Steam lapped around my face, curling lazily in the air like kiseru smoke. It was enough to obscure my vision, for a moment- but there was no hiding the red liquid I was treading water in for long. The smell of copper soaked the air. I squinted, brain leaping to horror-struck conclusions- but no, the liquid was too clear to be blood. Upon tilting my chin up, I noticed the black nothingness spreading out above my head like the abyss had constructed a dome. Strange, white things on the ground level had been piled high into what I assumed were sloppy towers, but they were too far away to see clearly.  Noticing the black rim of what I assumed to be a pool edge, I swam toward it, gripping the edge soon enough and preparing to pull myself up. 

The moment my eyes peered above the rim-level, a skinless skull met my gaze.

I shrieked, and lost my grip. 

Sputtering to the surface in a tangle of limbs a moment later, I found that the eerie silence of the red hot-springs had been broken by sharp, rumbling laughter. 

“Still flailing around and fretting about every little thing. You’re supposed to be relaxing, pet.”

Gripping the smooth edge of the pool-wall, I turned slowly, losing my voice all over again. 

Words dried up in my mouth. 

There, wading casually into the other side of the hot-springs, stood Sukuna. The four armed menace, the grinning tormenter. And, apparently- the two-dicked monster, very much naked and on display for all to be seen.

[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

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>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

[lovebugmusings]

I just found a 40 chapter Leon Kennedy x reader fic where hes a dom im. im kicking my feet right now oh em gee im so stupidly excited for this - 🐩

Charboil I just found a leon kennedy x reader fic where he calls reader Puppy. im on cloud nien. jumping for joy. everywhere i walk theres just a trail of liquid following me. I need god - 🐩

something about calling me charboil made me giggle asdlfkjdas

40 chapters??!?!! oh my god that's so much contenttttt

[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.