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QUOTH THE RAVEN - CHAPTER 2

Rolan/Tav | NSFW | 5,482 words

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As you pace back and forth in your room, your mind reels.

The group had been to Moonrise. They watched Ketheric Thorm take an axe to the throat like it was nothing more than a splinter, and then use it to split a goblin clean in half. The mental image terrifies you, but it's not the main thing occupying your thoughts.

The tiefling hostages are alive. Danis, Lakrissa; Lia and Cal.

You've not seen Rolan since he stormed off. You want to talk to him. You want to tell him that Cal and Lia are okay, want to promise him you'll save them even if it costs you your life.

You want to kiss him again.

It's ridiculous, in all honesty. You're pretty certain that he hates your guts, but it doesn't stop you pining for him. You realise somewhat reluctantly that you've been pining for him since you parted ways at the grove, and if anything that makes the knowledge of his eventual rejection sting more. Of course he doesn't feel the same way. How could he? He considers you the reason his siblings are lost to him.

You clench your jaw. You're going to get them back, one way or another. All three of them deserve the future that awaits them in Baldur's Gate.

As you finish donning your armour, you glance longingly at the bed in the centre of the room. Maybe at some point you'll finally get a full night's sleep.

Somehow, you doubt it.

You stare at the back of his head, sat at the bar once again, as you all get ready to leave. A rush of relief fills you to see him safe. A rush of joy fills you to see he's drinking water, not wine.

He doesn't look up, but that's fine.

The next time he sees you, his siblings will be safe. You'll make sure of it.

~~~

All of your friend's sordid descriptions of Moonrise pale in comparison to the real thing.

On the walk over, Astarion had likened it to "a foetid corpse that even I wouldn't sink my teeth into". While his analysis came the closest, even that didn't truly capture the depths of the building's nauseating atmosphere and stench. As you stand at the base of the structure, staring up at the impossible height of it, Karlach leans over to speak to you.

"We managed to convince them that we're true souls, but they want to meet you before they give us any more information."

You nod wordlessly. It's another show of your group's trust in you, that they mentioned you even when you weren't present. They've clearly sold you to the cultists as their leader. The thought makes your insides twist.

Gale cuts in, "Thorm wanted us to bring you straight to Z'rell - I believe she's his commander? I recommend you be on your guard. From the brief glimpse we got of her, she appears rather ruthless."

Karlach nods seriously, "complete mega-bitch."

Astarion lets out a giggle beside you, "goodness, darling, I couldn't have put it more eloquently myself."

You snort at that, and Karlach's face splits into a grin. The group looks at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath. "Right. If we're going to sell this you three are going to have to be quiet, if you need to tell me something do it through tadpole-mail." You punctuate your sentence with a brisk tap to your temple. The three of them nod, and Karlach mimes zipping her lips shut.

You continue. "I'll talk to Z'rell, find out what we need to know about the artefact that's keeping Ketheric immortal, and then we'll go round to the docks and enter into the prison from the back. We're here for information and the hostages, nothing else. Don't get greedy." You pause. "That was aimed at you, Astarion. Keep your pilfering hands to yourself."

He sighs dramatically, "oh, if I must."

~~~

Listening to Zrell speak is difficult when you're trying not to choke on the smell of decay and death. It seems to seep through the very brick of the tower, festering between the mortar and filling your pores. You're not sure how successfully you're keeping your disgust off your face, but if Z'rell notices your discomfort she doesn't comment on it.

"You came here to answer the Absolute's call." She says, and her voice is laced with mirth. "Let's see what you're made of."

All of a sudden she's communing with your tadpole, and you can feel her poking through your brain and the thoughts within it. Panic rises within you as you realise that she's trying to discern if you're truly faithful to the Absolute, and you know you have only a moment before she sees into the depths of your thoughts.

You latch onto the first thing you can think of.

As you shape the image of Rolan's face in your mind, you remind yourself of the anticipation in the moments before your lips met, and the rush of euphoria and excitement as you finally kissed him. You focus on the emotion in his eyes as he waited for your reaction, the blush on his cheeks, the shine on his lips. You can almost feel his hands tracing over your hips, slipping through your hair, and in your mind you're settling your weight back into his lap.

Then the thoughts drift further. Watching his magic display at the party, the sound of his laugh as you traipsed through the shadows, the way his brow furrows when he scowls. The sunshine yellow of his irises and the shiver that goes through you whenever his gaze falls onto you, the dusting of freckles along his cheeks, the smooth scarlet length of his neck and how beautiful it would look covered in hickeys.

When Z'rell retreats from your mind, she barks out a harsh series of laughs, and for a moment you're terrified. She's seen straight through you, she knows what you're here to do. Your hand slides to grip the handle of your blade where it rests on your back.

"A refugee from Elturel?" She can hardly get the words out around her laughter. "Gods, what a pathetic little creature. And a wizard, no less! Don't tell me you're actually in love with that sad excuse for a man." She leans forward and runs a hand down your arm, a coquettish grin on her face. "A pretty thing like you? I can think of far more worthy conquests."

You feel bile rise in your throat at her words, both her blatant advances and her mischaracterisation of Rolan, but you swallow it down. Instead, you let out a fake, flirty laugh, and shoot her a half-hearted wink.

This seems to satisfy her, and she launches into an explanation of the relic that Thorm needs - the one that you know grants his immortality - and directs you to the mausoleum.

When you're finally outside again, away from the stifling air of Z'rell's atmosphere, your companions say nothing. The weight of her words hangs over you.

'Love' she'd said. Is that what it is?

Do you love Rolan?

You're not completely sure you're ready to think about that.

~~~

The battle in the prison is more draining than you'd hoped. You're only still upright thanks to a well thrown healing potion from Astarion, which had landed at your feet and splashed up your calves.

The boat rocks on the water and the paddles propel you forward on their own accord, moved by Gale's magic rather than any physical effort. Karlach has the end of a bandage clamped between her teeth as she wraps a cut on her upper arm, and Astarion (despite his initial reluctance) is rationing out the remainders of your healing brews between the ex-hostages. A group of deep-gnomes had also been held captive below the tower, so the boat is cramped and your medical supplies aren't stretching as far as you'd hoped, but everyone is alive.

You can't quite believe it. You feel like you're not even in your body.

That may have something to do with the blood loss, in fairness. You'll worry about that later.

As the boat starts to pull into the dock, you hear a loud cheer from the coastline, and for a moment you don't even think about the horrors of Moonrise towers. You watch Cal and Lia scan the shore for Rolan, and lean over to them both.

"He's probably inside, waiting at the bar. That's where he was when we left."

Lia gives you a friendly smile, which morphs into something like amusement. "That sounds about right. He's not the type for heroic welcomes."

You nod and chuckle. There's a pause before she speaks again.

"Is he... He's okay, right?"

"He is." You pause. "I'm sure he'll be less than pleased that it was me that got you guys out, but he'll be thankful to see you. He's been worried."

Lia smirks, and there's a knowing edge to it that unsettles you somewhat. "Oh, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to give you his thanks."

Cal snorts, before covering his mouth and nose with a hand and turning away, trying in vain to make his guffaw sound like a cough. You narrow your eyes at the pair of them in suspicion and Lia laughs. You're beginning to understand Rolan's perpetual exasperation with them both. They've been out of mortal danger for all of 5 minutes and they're already teasing him, and he's not even seen them yet.

Actually, scratch that. You realise as Lia looks at you that they're not teasing him, they're teasing you.

You try to think of something smart to say, but come up blank. Instead, you blush, and mutter sheepishly. "Am I that obvious?"

Cal snickers, and Lia breaks into a wide grin. "It wouldn't be obvious if he was anyone else," she starts, "but you have to be daft or smitten to enjoy Rolan's company. You're definitely not daft."

Cal cuts in, "oh I don't know, she might be. She did just break us out of prison."

You laugh at that, "in my defence, that was a group effort."

Any reply they might have had is cut off by the boat shuddering as it connects with the shore.

Lia claps you on the shoulder, "for what it's worth, Tav, I think he's sweet on you." Before you can ask her to elaborate, she's clambering out of the skiff and tugging Cal out behind her.

That flutter of hope flickers back into your chest.

As you step from the boat, Bex grabs you in a tight embrace. She sobs into you and whispers repeated thanks and prayers. You don't catch most of them, you just hold her. When she breaks away your shoulder is damp, and she lunges at Danis as soon as he steps onto the shore. They fall to their knees in a heap as they clutch one another desperately.

You're showered in adulation from every direction; you lose count of how many hugs and handshakes you're given. There's a deep weariness settling through your bones that gives you only enough vigour to respond positively without considering your words. You're completely on autopilot.

You finally make it back through the doors of the inn, and you're more than ready to collapse in your bed. You feel like you could sleep for an age.

A loud, clipped admonishment shoots through the air, and you turn to face it.

It's Lia. She looks surprisingly pissed off for someone who was so pleased just ten minutes ago. You sigh inwardly and resign yourself to the fact that you should intervene.

"We're all safe, Rolan - that's what matters!" It’s Cal talking when you approach.

Rolan is opening his mouth to speak, and you're reasonably sure by the expression on his face that whatever he plans on saying isn't particularly polite. You cut him off before he has the chance.

"Rolan was in a bad state without you two."

His jaw snaps shut as his eyes dart to you, and he hesitates over his words.

"I was just... overwhelmed. It doesn't matter."

Lia's eyes soften, and she takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. We should've been here."

"No -" Rolan is quick in his response this time. His tone is gentle. "- no, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have shouted. I'm sorry."

Cal turns to you, and there's a soft smile on his face.

"Thank you, Tav. For saving me, and the two idiots." He tilts his head in their direction as he says it.

Lia nods, then turns to Rolan, a teasing grin on her face. "Anything to add, Rolan?"

He scowls at her, but as he turns to look as you his expression smooths out, and a faint blush rises to his cheeks.

"I've... lashed out at you. Drunkenly and otherwise. And you helped me anyway." His voice is uncharacteristically apologetic. "You didn't deserve that - I'm sorry. And... thank you."

The look the two of you share is charged, and there's so much you want to say. You pause for too long though, and Rolan clears his throat.

"You went out of your way to help us, it's only right you get something in return." His tone is matter-of-fact as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pouch, and you can tell it's gold without looking inside. He takes your hand and turns your palm upwards, places the bag in your hand, and curls your fingers around it. His own hand stays wrapped around yours for a moment, and he glances up at you through his lashes, suddenly bashful.

His words are quiet, meant just for you. "Here. I hope it helps."

You try to refuse - try to say anything at all - but before you have the chance he's pushing the bag towards you and loosening his grip. You're left standing there, staring at him, the pouch clutched to your chest. His tail flicks behind him.

The silence lingers, and Lia clears her throat to break it. "Stay and have a drink with us Tav? The least we can do is pour you a decent pint."

It's tempting, but you shake your head, shaking yourself from your stupor simultaneously. "As lovely as that sounds, I'm completely exhausted. There's not enough blood left in my body right now for me to risk booze, I'll be more ale than ichor."

Rolan's face twists at that, "you're hurt?"

You can only shrug, though the movement feels sluggish. "Par for the course of this hero business, funnily enough. I don't think I've been anything but hurt since I fell out of that nautiloid."

He frowns, "surely your group has healers? Potions?"

"Well," you nod, then shrug again, "Shadowheart and Halsin are healers, but their magic is better spent on you lot. And we're fresh out of potions right now, I'm going to go on the scrounge for some in the morning." Rolan looks distinctly unimpressed, so you shoot him a smile that you hope is comforting. "It's fine, really. I have a bed waiting for me upstairs which has been calling for me since yesterday. I'll feel right as rain after a few hours of rest."

This doesn't seem to placate him, and he shakes his head before standing from his chair decisively. "Absolutely not. I know some basic healing spells and I keep a few spare potions in my pack. I'll tend you - I insist." The last past comes briskly as you open your mouth to protest, and you close it again. He can clearly tell you're brewing an argument, and intercedes before you can fully form it. "Just let me look after you. Please?"

His echo of your own words stirs something in your chest, which feels a bit like he's cheating to be honest, and you find you haven't got the energy nor inclination to argue.

"Fine, but only if I get to lay down. My head is pounding."

He nods, "fine by me, which room is yours? I'll come find you."

You tilt your head upwards, "first door at the top of the stairs, I'll leave it unlocked."

He nods again. "I'll be with you momentarily, then."

It's at that moment that you notice the absolute shit-eating grins that the twins are wearing, and you feel yourself flush. Cal winks at you, which sends Lia into hysterics, and Rolan turns on her sharply.

"What?!" His tail is raised and flicks sharply, in a movement you can tell denotes his irritation, but it just makes Lia laugh more. You turn away briskly before he can see the blush rising on your face and take the stairs two at a time. You hear Cal cackle and Rolan whisper-shouting his complaints at the pair of them as you shut the door and lean your back against it.

You let yourself catch your breath, then take three long strides forwards til you're right at the edge of the bed, and unceremoniously fall face first into the mattress.

~~~

You're roused to consciousness by a light series of knocks against the door, and you manage to wrench your eyes open just as Rolan walks in.

He smiles, "sorry to disturb."

"Not at all, come on in."

He steps further into the room and clicks the door shut behind him. You smile to yourself as a thought crosses your mind, and mutter it quietly.

"'The fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door.'"

He quirks an eyebrow with a smirk, "poetry, Tav? You better not be trying to seduce me."

You snort, "please, with 'The Raven'? Rather a grim method of seduction, don't you think? I'm sure I could think of something more suited, if you insist."

His face flushes. "That won't be necessary."

The laugh you let out is incredibly unattractive, but you don't have enough energy to care. You realise you're staring at him over your shoulder where you're planted face-down on the bed, so you roll onto your back and sit up to face him better.

"'And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming...'" You trail off and laugh again. "Yeah, no, it's definitely not the most charming of poems. I'll have to come up with something better."

He smiles, his light flush unmoving, "oh, I don't know, that bit was almost sweet, if you ignore the original context."

You smile wide at that, and Gods, this feels so easy with him. So comfortable. You'd been so sure he'd hate you, but sitting here now looking at him, you can't imagine why.

He clears his throat, and tilts his head towards the bed. "May I?" You nod, and he seats himself next to you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. Drained. A little lightheaded, if I'm being truthful. Feels like my bones have turned to jelly."

He frowns, "well that's far from ideal. Does anywhere in particular hurt? I'd like to make sure you're not actively bleeding out on me."

You shake your head, though the action makes your eyes blur, "just my head, really. Well, and my whole body aches, but that's no different than usual. I had been bleeding out, I think, but Astarion threw a potion and that staunched it."

He huffs. "Right. Where were you bleeding out from?"

You blink. "Oh, sorry. My side, under my ribs. Big sword."

He nods. "Do you mind lifting your shirt slightly? I just want to make sure the wound is closed properly."

You nod, and as you curl your fingers around the hem of your shirt he drops his various supplies between you both. There's a collection of healing salves, as well as a mundane first-aid kit.

He notices you looking. "Healing magic isn't a particular proficiency of mine. For anything small I figured we could make do the old fashioned way."

It makes your heart clench a bit, the tenderness and thoughtfulness he's extending towards you, so you nod dumbly instead of saying anything. You lift your shirt to expose your waist to him.

He sucks in a breath, and a look at his face tells you the wound is definitely not staunched.

"That bad, huh?"

To his credit, he does a good job of steeling his features into something neutral. He also does a good job of stealthily avoiding the question. "Nothing that can't be fixed. Do you mind if I...?"

He gestures towards you with his hands, and once again you're mute as you nod. He places his fingers gently against the sore skin around the cut and you flinch. He responds with a sympathetic grimace.

"Sorry, I just need to check how deep it is. The spell will be more effective if I know how far it needs to penetrate." You brace yourself as he touches the wound again, and he nods to himself as he inspects it. "It's a clean cut which means it shouldn't be too difficult to heal. What exactly happened?"

You wince again, though it's not from pain this time. You don't particularly want to go into the details with him; it's certain to upset him. He looks at you expectantly though, and his gentle touch on your skin is clouding your thoughts a little. You sigh.

"One of the guards. He lunged at Cal while his back was turned." Rolan's eyes widen. You shrug noncommittally, hoping to ease his concern. "I jumped in to stop it, so it caught me instead."

Rolan just stares at you, blinking.

"I..." He keeps staring at you. "You... You leapt in front of a blade to protect my brother?"

You wince again, making a sucking noise with your teeth. "... Sorry?"

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes, lines appearing on his forehead. "I don't know whether I should punch you or kiss you."

You feel your heart leap, and you let a coy smirk dance across your lips, "if you're taking suggestions, I certainly have a preference."

He huffs out a laugh, and opens his eyes to look at you again. You can tell he's trying to look frustrated, but there's a shadow of a smile on his face. "Gods, you would, wouldn't you? I've never known you to not have an opinion on something."

His reaction emboldens you, "I have several opinions on the matter, in fact. Are you taking suggestions? I can give you an extensive list."

There's a cocky grin on his features now, and he leans in til his breath is ghosting over your face. Just as you think he's about to kiss you, he speaks instead.

"I thanked you once already. Don't be greedy."

The tone he utters the words in is low and gravelly, teasing in a way that's absolutely maddening, and you shudder involuntarily as he leans away from you. He looks very proud of himself.

You roll your eyes. "Whatever, you tease. Hurry up and fix me, will you?"

His gaze falls back to your wound at that, and his face drops. He trails a finger featherlight around the cut, which sends a shiver through you, and when he speaks his tone is serious again.

"Thank you, Tav. Truly. My family and I are eternally in your debt. Cal and Lia..." His eyes go slightly misty. "They're everything to me. I'm sorry you were injured, but I'm so deeply thankful for your help."

It's such a painfully genuine comment, and the only thing that feels right in the moment that follows is to rest your hand atop his free one where it rests on his knee. You don't say anything, but you don't think you need to.

He clears his throat. "Right, I'm going to cast the spell now, if you're ready? It might sting due to the wound's depth, but I'll try to be careful."

You nod, "I trust you."

An emotion you can't quite place flickers across his eyes, and you squeeze his hand gently before withdrawing. He grabs your hand before it gets very far, though, and flushes as he places it on his knee. He pointedly avoids your eye contact as he laces his fingers with yours.

"I... I can do it one handed."

You've absolutely not known him long enough for your heart to flutter the way it does, but you find you don't care very much. You squeeze his hand and shoot him a smile, before gesturing down at your abdomen.

"Go ahead, I'm ready."

You feel his magic dance along your skin and you gasp at the sensation. It's somehow cool and warm simultaneously, and it tingles as your flesh knits together. The feeling is different to when the others heal you. Shadowheart's magic feels like being bathed in a warm light, Halsin's feels like blades of grass tickling your dermis. Rolan's healing magic feels more like a soft breeze blowing through an open window; it feels like the particles you can see in the air when the light hits at a particular angle. It's gentle and homely, like being wrapped up in a tender embrace, and it reminds you of the soothing voice someone might use to comfort a child.

All too soon the feeling subsides, and you realise that your eyes have fallen shut. You open them slowly, blinking in the light of the room, and find Rolan already looking at you. His face is open and unguarded, and his eyes flicker across your features as though he's trying to memorise them. When he speaks, it's in a low whisper, as if the very air around the pair of you is fragile.

"... How do you feel?"

You consider his question. You take in the lingering fluttering sensation of his dissipating magic, the feeling of his fingers laced through yours, the exposed expression he wears as his eyes dance over you. You're not quite sure what to say.

So instead you say nothing, and you lean forward and press your lips into his.

His mouth is pliant under yours, his lips satin smooth. You feel rather than hear his intake of breath as you make contact with him, and his grip on your hand tightens minutely. It's a tender, fleeting thing, the kiss you give him, and when you pull away you can't help the goofy smile that spreads across your face.

"Far better, now."

He scoffs, but there's a light in his eyes that wasn't there before, and he's leaning back in. There's no hurry to his movements as he parts your lips, and you sink into the feeling of his mouth against yours. When you separate again, he's wearing a beaming grin that matches your own.

"As lovely as this is," the hand that isn't gripping yours comes up to caress your cheek, "I'd like to finish healing you. Is there anywhere else that hurts?"

You shake your head, then hesitate as the movement makes your skull throb. "Well... I have a pounding headache."

He chuckles, and both of his hands come up to the base of your neck as he leans into your space. He threads his fingers upwards through the hair there, the rest of your locks cascading over his forearms, and you shiver and let your eyes flutter shut as the hum of his magic washes over you once more. He scratches his nails lightly against your scalp and you let out a contented moan. Another soft laugh escapes him and you feel his breath against your cheek, which makes you shudder.

When his magic recedes again, your head feels warm and fuzzy, and you lean into his touch to encourage him not to let go.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Tav, I need to make sure you're fully healed."

You shake your head and plant your face into his neck, and Gods, his skin is so soft and warm. When he starts to chastise you again, you tilt your head and place soft open mouth kisses against his skin, and now he's the one shivering under your touch.

"Tav..." His tone is low, and you feel it in your chest. You hum in response which makes him shudder, and you feel his neck bob as he swallows heavily. "Tav, you need to rest."

You lift your face away from his skin, just enough to speak. "Do you want me to stop?"

He shivers again, and his fingers tighten their grip in your hair. "I should think you know the answer to that already."

You giggle, and reward his honesty with a light suck of the soft skin. He groans fully at that, and you feel the noise travel directly south. You can't help but pull the skin between your teeth and tease it gently.

"Gods," it's more of a breath than a word, "Tav, I- Can I kiss you? Please?"

You sit up and kiss him and he moans into your mouth as you slide your tongue against his. It's a maddening kiss, slow despite the underlying heat to both of your actions. Rolan's the one to break it, to your immense chagrin. You try to lean back in but he holds you at arms length by your shoulders.

"Tav." His voice is chiding, the tone reminiscent of the one you might use to chastise a cat that won't stop bringing you vole. "I'm not finished healing you."

The groan you let out is fairly childish, but whatever. It makes him laugh.

"Come on, I seem to remember you saying you wanted to lay down."

He eases you back til your head rests on the pillows. They're soft and downy, and Rolan's touch on your skin as he positions you on them is so light that you feel goosebumps raise on your skin. He sits facing you, one leg drawn up onto the mattress.

"Gods, Tav, you look exhausted. When was the last time you had a proper rest?"

You laugh at that, which probably isn't the reaction he was hoping for. "Never?"

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose again, before looking back at you. "Okay, I'm going to use a general healing spell over your whole body, to hopefully ease some of your aches and pains. It'll close up any small wounds and then you can actually sleep."

When you nod, his hands come to hover above you and the staticy feeling of his magic reaches out to you as he connects with the weave. His hands trail over your body without touching you, making their way across your whole form, and by the time he's finished you feel like you're surrounded by a cloud. He's gotten rid of aches you didn't even know you had.

You only realise you're half asleep when you register the gentle touch of his hand on your cheek, so barely there that you could be imagining it, before you feel the bed dip as he moves to stand. You reach a hand out and grab at him blindly, catching the edge of his robe. It makes him pause, and you blink your eyes open.

"Stay."

The look that spreads across his face is so raw and full of emotion that you almost feel like you should close your eyes to give him privacy. There's a softness to his gaze you've never seen on him before, and he swallows thickly and gives one small nod. You shuffle over enough to make room for him, and he unbuckles the silver gorget he wears over his robes, placing it gently on the small table next to the bed. You expect him to lay down then, but he stands for another moment hesitating, before eventually bringing his hands to the sash that holds his robes together. The flush that rises to your cheeks makes your whole face warm, and you watch his fingers (he has beautiful hands) as they untie the laces and drag the robe off his shoulders, so that he's left just in his plain undershirt and baggy trousers.

You're pretty sure you've never been this turned on from seeing someone wearing clothes, but there's something about seeing Rolan in casual dress rather than his wizarding attire that ignites a fire low in your gut. He takes a moment to toe off his boots, and just as he goes to get in bed he pauses.

"Is this definitely what you want? I don't want to intrude on your rest."

You'd roll your eyes if you had enough energy, but instead you pat the bed beside you. He chuckles and finally clambers onto the mattress. He keeps a respectful distance, lying on his back with one hand folded onto his chest and his ankles crossed over each other. His other hand brushes against the back of your own where it rests between you.

~~~

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"Do me a favour and never talk to her again, Got it?"

Possessive! Draken x gn! reader

Rating: 16+

summary: it only started when I guy took an interest in you, but Draken wasn't taking that shit...

warnings: fluff + cussing + sexual implications

"I'm telling you, girl, Kaito has been staring at you all week. You have to talk to him!" A good friend of mine, Kuki, we were walking towards the school gates. Finally living the hell we called school. Though I had told her I had a boyfriend she still wouldn't believe me because I never showed her a picture let alone said what his name was. But he was a very private person and he was a gang member. "come on you know I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." "yeah you keep saying that but I'm starting to think he doesn't exist.." "hey, y/n can we talk for a bit?" "holy crap!" Kaito scared the living shit out of me, I wasn't expecting him to jump out from behind me. "oh sorry for scaring you beautiful" "ohh shit he called you beautiful, his definitely into you" Kuki whispered in my ear But I wasn't focused on what she was saying, I was trying to find my voice and reply to him. "um no it's okay. what did you want to talk to me about?" Kaito led me away from Kuki to a more secluded area. "I was wondering if you wanted to watch this new movie that came out a few days ago on Saturday?" He was staring right at me. "oh, I'm not sure if-" I couldn't finish my sentence when I spotted my boyfriend. Shit what was he doing here, I told him to wait outside if he was going to pick me up. "hey baby, I've been waiting for what feels like hours." he walked right beside me and kissed me on my cheek. "oh sorry, I hadn't realised it'd been that long." I chuckled trying to ignore Kaito staring daggers into me. "And you are?" Kaito turned to Draken feeling a bit threatened by the dragon tattoo on the side of his head. He ignored him and leaned into my ear and whispered "who's this?" "He's in one of my classes" I whispered back to him "We're gonna be late for the meeting, we should go." This time he wasn't whispering. Kaito was getting visibly irritated by the fact he decided to ignore him completely. Ken grabbed my hand, leading me towards the parking lot "Hey wait!" kaito yelled as we walked away "Yeah?" I turned my head around to face him. "Saturday?" kaito looked pretty desperate "she can't she's busy. Do me a favour and never talk to her again, Got it?" He didn't even bother to turn to Kaito just kept walking his hand interlocked with mine. I had already turned my head away from Kaito by then.

"he has some nerve talking to you, much less asking you out on a date." Draken looked pretty pissed yet he had a huge smirk on his face, staring down at me. "what's that smirk for huh?" "wanna go to a motel after the meeting?" I knew exactly what he was implying but I decided to play dumb, it was much more fun that way. "I don't understand why do you wanna go to a motel?" He didn't even answer me, just gave me a look I wouldn't make out. I didn't say anything so I just turned to him and kissed him on the cheek But he grabbed my face and kissed me hard on the lips. His so fucking demanding... But fuck I love him. He grinned and signalled me to get onto his bike. I held onto him by the shoulders. He made a clicking noise with his tongue which showed a sign of disapproval, so I moved my hands down to his waist. He was holding back a little smile, trying to keep his tough persona.

Author's notes:

I just wanted to say thank you so much for the support on my latest posts.

#draken x you #draken x reader #draken x y/n #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers #tr imagines #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev headcanons #draken

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 1)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader

note: aaaaa ok first chapter of my first series. hope you enjoy!! i'm planning on this to be five chapters, and the second chapter I'm planning to release this friday. i <3 shoto todoroki

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!!

She couldn’t be serious. You shake your head as if to reset your eyeballs and read over the two scribbled cursive sentences over and over until the reality of your situation set in.

Hey, not gonna be in starting today for maternity leave. Don’t disappoint me. Xo, M

You counted the days on your fingers and groaned, dragging a palm down the front of your face. 7:00 A.M was too early to find out you had to run a multi-million dollar business that wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed at the most important fashion event of the year. The coffee maker beeped its readiness right on cue, and you debated making two cups instead of just one. You settled for one but left out a cup with your name on it for a possible second, and plopped down at your station. The sun was just starting to shine through the glass walls of the building you called your office, an odd combination of exposed brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. Crooked rows of work tables lined up on one side of the expansive area, with several dozen mannequins and rolls of fabric occupying the other side. A long counter separated the work area from the sitting area, where clients waited for their fittings on plush couches and sipped on complimentary sparkling drinks that M paid for instead of giving her workers a raise.

“G’morning!” The other designer for the company swung open the gate allowing access between the work area and the sitting area, deflating when he saw you throw your head down on your desk in frustration and slam it a few times for good measure. “Or not…” A loud gasp of shock indicated to you that he had read the note, and a long string of expletives left his mouth as you lifted your head and nodded. “She has to be joking.”

You clicked your tongue in agreement. “She is not.”

“HB’s in two weeks, and she decides now is a good time to have her baby?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t even be the head of this place, or having another baby. God knows we don’t need any more of her.” Your coworker scoffs in disbelief, throwing his bag down on his desk and wheeling over a mannequin. “Hey, did you finish working up that fabric design for Cellophane’s suit? He’s supposed to come in on Friday and I think it’d be smart to have a sample of the fabric ready so he can tell us if he doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, I’ll have that over to you ASAP. You don’t need to remind me what happened last year with Dynamight two days before the Ball.”

You cringed at the memory of the Number Two Hero burning your work to ashes right in front of you and telling you to get a color that matched his eyes better. To be fair, the color that his stylist had chosen clashed with his skin tone and you respected Bakugo for recognizing that, but he could have given you back the suit to use as scrap fabric. “It’s the price of working with the best.”

“You mean for the best,” he corrects, giving you a grouchy look before switching on his machine and beginning to hem the miles of fabric for Creati’s dress. You’d asked him if he wanted you to hem the fabric since your quirk would have it done by lunch, but he declined and said that you should focus on designing the remaining heroes’ pieces. The rest of your seamstresses trickled in as the morning progressed, filing into their stations with a polite “good morning” and picking up their scissors. Soon, the office milled with the familiar sounds of cutting fabric, sewing machines, and rolling mannequins, and you spaced out as you sketched your idea for Pinky’s updated costume.

At 11:30, your receptionist sitting at the counter slammed down the phone in alarm, startling the entire room into silence. Her face was nothing short of panic, and you rose quickly from your station to pull her into a corner and figure out why she looked like she had received a bomb threat.

“What’s going on?”

“Shoto is here.”

“Who?”

“Shoto. The pro hero. Is here,” she hisses at you through her teeth, her hands shaking with uncontrollable anxiety.

You blinked at her. “Okay… and?” Pros showing up to the office themselves rather than sending assistants was uncommon but had been done numerous times before. Deku and Creati tended to visit a few times a month, and Pinky liked to stop by on Fridays to treat her favorite staff to ice cream. It was Shoto’s first time appearing in person, as he usually sent an assistant to drop off what was essentially his laundry; you’d always assumed that being a top-ranked hero controlling large sums of inheritance was just too busy to worry about his costume. Still, a customer visiting the office in person, no matter how attractive they were, was the least of your laundry list of problems.

Your receptionist stares at you like you’ve sprouted three heads, and addresses you with an attitude that would have had her fired if M was in office. “What the hell do you mean ‘and’? It’s Shoto… the Number Three Hero. ProMagazine’s #1 ranked hottie.”

“I’m aware,” you state a little impatiently, annoyed by her insistence that this was much more significant than it actually was. “I’m struggling to understand the fuss over just another client–”

A chorus of shocked excitement washed over your staff as the elevator doors dinged and a lean, well-dressed silhouette entered the office. Several of your seamstresses had stood from their chairs and huddled together for moral support, whispering to each other about the stranger who had exited the elevator. Your receptionist’s eyes widen to the size of dollar coins, her hands coming up to your shoulders to push you toward the counter as she disappeared behind rolls of fabric. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, adjusting the measuring tape around your neck and meeting Shoto as he approached the vacant receptionist’s computer. His voice was polite and soft when he spoke, and you swear you hear your workers swooning behind you.

“Hello, I’m here to drop these items off for repair,” he states, gently placing a small stack of folded fabric on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his hands were, and how one ran through his two-toned hair, combing it with elegant fingers. His eyes were each an enchanting shade of blue and grey, and you found it hard to break eye contact with him. ProMagazine was definitely correct.

“Great, I’ll, uh, have this ready in just a bit,” you reply, gesturing towards the waiting area and encouraging Shoto to have a seat. Taking a deep breath in and out and shooting your staff a stern look to get back to work, you unfold the tattered costume on a nearby station behind the counter. His suit wasn’t in the worst condition, but the tears on the arms and chest area posed a significant safety hazard, especially if they continued to open. As hot as it would be to have muscle windows in Shoto’s suit, it’d reflect badly on you if you’d refused to repair the costume for the sake of professionally shot ab photos.

After another steadying breath, you visualize a sewing machine dial in your mind, picking up a spool of strong nylon thread and running your thumb over the torn pieces of fabric; like clockwork, it repaired itself with a neat straight stitch wherever you touched. Your quirk is why M hired you in the first place since you could assemble three pieces in the time it took a machine to do one. You couldn’t send sheets of fabric flying like Best Jeanist, but your ability to telekinetically manipulate thread into stitches proved useful for a career in fashion design. With a few more reinforcement stitches to some worn edges and a quick polish of the suit’s buckles, Shoto’s costume was good as new.

“Here you go; you’re all set.” He turns to look at you, surprised and preoccupied with examining the large posters of costumes M’s company had designed. Frames of initial sketches for his first professional costume were flanked by life-size prints of Pinky, Deku, and Red Riot’s attire. A plaque engraved with Creati’s endorsement message for the company hung in the center, surrounded by fabric swatches and Post-It notes scribbled with measurements. It looked like he had just finished reading through Creati’s statement when you informed him that his suit was ready. “I went ahead and cleaned off some of the grime from the suit’s hardware and sprayed it with anti-rust so it shouldn’t be tarnishing any time soon.”

Shoto looks at you with an expression that you can’t read, gazes down at the repaired suit in front of him, and then back up at you. “Oh. That’s it?”

You release a slightly nervous chuckle to try to ease some of the awkwardness that had settled between you two. “Uh, yep. That’s it.” After another painfully quiet beat, your customer service persona finally kicks back into gear. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it was a pleasure working with you today–”

“How does your quirk work?” His question arrives completely out of left field, and your brain short-circuits at his genuine expression of interest in your abilities.

“Well, um, I can manipulate thread to follow certain stitch patterns, like the stitch selection on a sewing machine. See, like, here.” You point at one of the newly repaired tears in his costume, running a finger over the fresh seam. You’re keenly aware of how his eyes follow your finger and you attempt to keep your voice even. “I mended this panel of fabric torn down the middle with a straight stitch, which is the sturdiest stitch I can create.”

“So you wave your hands and the threads start moving?” The boyish cluelessness on his face makes your heart flutter. A smile breaks its way into your expression.

“I wish, but I actually have to be touching the fabric.”

“I suppose it’s very useful for a fashion designer, then.” His face is carefully put together, but the tiniest hint of sarcasm bleeds its way into his voice. Was he… joking with you?

“Definitely. I’m essentially a human sewing machine but without needles sprouting from my thumbs.” Your thumb pops up on its own accord for added effect, but then you realize what you just said and shove your hand back in an apron pocket. It was meant as a joke, but the macabre nature of your last quip slips your mind and a part of you dies inside when Shoto physically cringes at the grotesque image. Before you have the chance to apologize for such a distressing remark, he politely nods his head in farewell and gives you a soft “thank you” before returning to the elevator.

Releasing a frustrated noise from your throat at the fact that you just scared off Todoroki Shoto, you lay your forehead on the counter between your elbows. The elevator button dings, and to your horror, you realize that he hadn’t left the office yet. Instead, he was looking at you amusedly over his toned shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit as he watches your burning face attempt to regain its composure, and then he’s gone.

“That was a shit show,” your other designer mutters under his breath, handing you another cup of coffee.

Tuesday morning at 11:30 on the dot, Shoto visits again and catches your receptionist off guard, reducing her to a puddle of “How can I help you?” and “Can I get you a sparkling drink?” With your back turned to the doors, you don’t notice him immediately as you concentrate on draping expensive maroon fabric around Creati’s mannequin. Eyebrows drawn in concentration and holding a pin between your teeth, your hands work meticulously to create perfect pleats under the waistline of the bodice. It isn’t until your receptionist nervously calls out your name that you abruptly drop the fabric, Shoto’s mouth twitching as he watches you hurriedly place your box of pins on a nearby station and approach the counter. You lightly tap your receptionist’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze to find Shoto a drink that you knew was out of stock and leaving you two alone again.

“Shoto, it’s a pleasure to see you.” You try to mask the unease in your voice with a forced smile. “What can I help you with today?”

His face is blank, but his eyes shine like he’s analyzing you. “I ripped the suit again.”

Your face falls in comical disbelief. “Again?”

He shrugs. “I guess I need stronger stitches.” His heterochromatic eyes stare into yours, and you meet his challenge with a slight squint.

“Guess you do.” You take the folded suit from his hands and drop the volume of your voice. “Or maybe you need to stop tearing my work.”

He huffs out a breath that sounds like a choked laugh and you smile innocently at him, hoping this interaction replaced the awkwardness of yesterday. Your hand gestures to the seating area again, but he shakes his head, instead crossing his muscular arms and watching you intently as you work. The damage to his suit could barely be considered a tear, and you don’t even bother using your quirk to repair it. You feel him staring at you as you easily patch up the suit with a backstitch, and you swear you could hear him hum thoughtfully behind you. Minutes after he entered the office, you slide the garment back to him with a satisfied smile.

He does that thing again, looking at you, down at his suit, then back at you. “You didn’t use your quirk.”

It was your turn to shrug. “Didn’t need to.” As entertaining as his presence was, it would have taken longer to repair it with your quirk, and you had three mannequins of patterns demanding your immediate attention. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Shoto dodges your question, instead scanning the seamstresses at their work areas trying not to stare at him. “You’re awfully good at getting people in and out.” One eyebrow quirks in question. He’s testing you, silently asking whether you were trying to get rid of him quickly.

“With all due respect, a rip on a Pro’s suit is the least of my worries right now.”

“What are the most of your worries?” You direct his attention to the three mannequins behind you, covered in multi-colored pins and beige pattern panels. “Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane’s Ball outfits. Need to have them done by next Friday, and I was just in the middle of pleating the skirt of Momo’s dress. It’s taking a lot longer than expected because I tragically only have two hands.”

Shoto’s mouth opens in an ah of realization, taking in the elaborate construction plan of the layered asymmetrical gown. You couldn’t have predicted his reply to save your life.

“May I help you?”

Your mind halts the production of coherent thoughts. “Oh, no, really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“But there is something I can help with.”

“I mean, yes, but–”

“Then please, show me what to do.” You decide that it would be pointless to fight his stubborn determination, so you try not to notice the gasps from your staff as Shoto pushes open the gate into the work area and stands beside Creati’s mannequin. You knelt into the same position as before, sitting back on your heels as you searched for the last pleat you made.

“So I just need you to hold the fabric in place so that it doesn’t unfold, like this,” you direct, scrunching the edge into a carefully measured fold. He watches you diligently, allowing you to reposition his hands so that you could effectively create a seam. His hands were soft beneath your fingers as you brushed veins and lean muscle. You push away the thought of what else he could do with his hands, refocusing on your work and delicately rotating the mannequin as you made your way around its waist. To your surprise, Shoto made soft conversation with you, asking about other Pros’ looks and the design inspiration behind them. Small talk flowed easily as you worked, and he proved to be much more witty than interviews captured.

When you finished, Shoto ran his finger over the pleats you had just made in admiration. A glance at the rest of the mannequins leads to his expression becoming puzzled. “Where is mine?” He offers an open hand to you as you rise from the floor, and you revel in the cool touch of his palm against your tired thumb.

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The truth was, his stylist had ordered a simple black suit for him, barely different than the suit he wore the previous year and all of the years prior. Shoto’s media reputation had him notorious for attending as few public events as possible, and donning safe solid-colored suits when he did appear. His eyebrows rise in anticipation of your answer, still holding your hand, and you finally conjure up an explanation. “Well, technically, your look is already finished. It was one of the first looks we finished because of its simplicity.”

“Simplicity?” He releases your hand, flexing his fingers like he was squeezing a stress ball. Shit, were your hands sweaty?

“Yeah, your stylist tends to request subdued designs for public appearances.”

A low hum is all you receive in acknowledgment, and a look of deep thought washes over his handsome expression.

“Maybe I will aim for a different design this year, then.”

And just the same as Monday, he nods farewell before heading back to the elevator, leaving you frozen by the mannequin. A split second before the doors slide open, he gives you a mischievous look and a single thumbs-up, a reminder of the embarrassing interaction from the day before. You roll your eyes at him and are delighted to see the corner of his mouth turn up again.

The elevator doors shut, and you can’t help hoping he creates another tear in his suit for tomorrow.

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rizzrack · 5 months

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Do you feel it? Yes. I feel it.

He nodded to himself continually as his stream of affirmations carried him on. Rizzrack had been on this journey for days, restlessly driven by a force he fully submitted to. He traveled the roads both day and night. Sleep could not reach him as visions from the future buzzed in his mind. What lay ahead of him? New challenges? New adversaries? Would there be more trees? His longstanding fear of arboreal giants no longer gripped him like before, its foundation now shifted by a new understanding. Like himself, trees were nothing more than tools to be manipulated by greater forces. They were all passive creators of their own fates. No longer was his soul burdened by the need to fulfill his own selfish desires. It was no longer for himself. It was for a greater Being. A truly universal purpose!

And to fulfill that purpose, he needed to retrieve his bloodstone.

Gaining ever increasing clarity of the bigger picture, Rizzrack chuckled to himself, once again recognizing irony. His identity and purpose was once an inescapable prison. He was cursed with a self-imposed sentence that stretched ever longer the more he served his time. Only by accepting his place did he finally find freedom. He no longer looked out from behind bars. He looked in and down with contempt at a world corrupted against him by the very force that tried to destroy him.

Finally, one early morning, the landscape became familiar. Rizzrack paused for the first time since his journey began and surveyed the area. The moment he stood still, his legs and knees trembled uncontrollably and exhaustion was mistaken for excitement. He recognized the fields as well as the barn far off into the distance. He was close!

….

Although it was morning for those beyond the city limits, it was enough to be just outside the gates to see nothing but oncoming night. One would have to have to take a longer walk down the road if they wanted to leave the sphere of influence. That was what one of the guards did for his short break, conveniently extending it by a degree or two of time.

" 'Bout time you came back, Garner. Thought you got lost. Now's your turn to do the checks so I can get a stretch in." The queue became two traders shorter and the working guard took his chance to stand up while Garner took his place. He leaned and twisted as far as the thick leather armor he wore would allow, and when he was finished, he yawned and leaned back upon the wooden beam that was part of their makeshift 'office'.

The line dwindled away, and soon there was nothing to do but wait until the more travelers came (or their shift ended).

"Gods…" Garner groaned. He pushed his chair back and kicked his feet up onto the wooden table that served as their desk. "Tell me Cruis…" his head rolled back and mouth hung open as he stared boredly at his post buddy. "… Why haven't we got promoted yet?

Cruis was hardly faring better than Garner, practically slumping down the support as he tried to pretend he was keeping alert. "Huhm? Well…" He yawned and straightened up only to resume his lazy leaning. "We haven't cuz we're not kiss asses to the commander. Not like that bastard Marron."

Garner scoffed. "If I was in charge of watch I wouldn't be making my guys do this dumb shit. Increased vigilance for what? Why? Because of that secret lab shit? It's over, it's gone, what else is there to do but clean up the mess?"

"And why do we get the shittiest shift?"

"Yeah, why DO we get the shittiest shift?"

"Maybe it's 'cause of the bakery."

"Huh?"

"Maybe they thought we were slacking off."

"If it's my goddamn break I have every right to grab a roll! That's not slacking off, brother!"

"I bet Marron saw and snitched on us. I hate that guy."

"If he ever becomes my boss I'm done with this place." Seeing a new wave of comers aproaching, Garner groaned and dropped his feet down. This shift couldn't be over fast enough.

Sigh. …. "Purpose of visit?" …. "And your length of stay?" …. "Have a good evening. As always."

The guard logged another entry down. As he was midway through, a noticeable murmuring began to rise from the queue. Intending to finish the last details, he couldn't resist looking up when the discontent became more apparent. It was only then that Cruis finally spoke up behind him.

"'Xcuse me, sir? Sir! There's a line! We don't expedite here!" Garner sat up, his look of confusion quickly changed to a brow-furrowed look of disapproval. He then leaned forward, having to lift slightly from his seat if he were to see what seemed to be a keen, a small-keen to be more precise, beyond just his eyes.

"Sir, you need to wait your turn. The line is back there."

"Turn? For?" Rizzrack glanced to the side and his eyes met with a line of displeasured glares. "Oh I'm not here for… whatever that is. I'm just here to get in."

Cruis stood more attentively now. Was this the end of boredom? Was he going to get his chance to bodyslam a beligerant shorty? He then saw Garner look back his way with a face that said 'you seeing this?'.

"Sir, that is The Line to Get In."

"Well that wasn't there before. Are you telling me I have to pay?"

"No, I'm telling you that-"

Suddenly a (small) handful of gold coins were dropped onto the table. "Here. This should cover my entry fee MANY times over." Rizzrack stood up on his toes and reached an arm over the table to sort the coins in a row. Nine pieces of gold. Both of the guards were momentarily stunned. Garner glanced up at the line knowing very well just how this looked to the disgruntled spectators.

"No. Bribes." He placed a hand on top of the coins and slid them halfway back across the table towards Rizzrack who proceeded to swipe them back towards the guard.

"Look! I just need to get in, okay?" Rizzrack barked. "Right now. I don't need to stand in a line!" Suddenly his eye brows lifted as he remembered something. "Do you know who I am? I know the Warden!"

Cruis frowned. That was quite a bold claim to make. If he was telling the truth and they gave him a hard time, well that would just mean they'll get a hard time too. "Just let him go through." He leaned in further towards Garner to add: "He can be someone else's problem. At worst he's just crazy. I mean look at him."

Garner glanced down at the jittering small-keen. It was more than apparent he hadn't sleep in days. "Okay. Go." He hissed through his teeth. Rizzrack's demeanor switched from irritation to sudden gleefulness.

"THANK you! Now wasn't that simple? I'll put in a good word for your cooperation!" The small-keen chirped as he practically skipped his way into the city.

The guard's eyes rolled . With his pen he quickly pretended to log an entry. This didn't stop a few of those waiting in light from voicing their anger. "Alright. Next." He didn't get paid enough to care.

A place like Weeping Rose should have served to be a constant reminder to Rizzrack of the suffering he's inflicted. It should have, but it didn't. It wasn't because Rizzrack forgot. He remembered, but those memories belonged to the old Rizzrack. He was a new Rizzrack. The Radiant's Rizzrack. A Hero. No looking back. Only forward. ONWARD!

Rizzrack traveled through the city that was once a maze to him. It still was, but now he knew exactly where he was going. He FELT it. Not even the crowds of the markets could stop him as he deftly weaved on through. He knew he was almost there, he just had to-

Rizzrack stopped, finding himself at an intersection. He knew where he was. He know where the lab was. He knew where his bloodstone was. Yet he was being told to go somewhere else? Not towards the shop?

He stood as motionless as he could. Everything within him pointed him to turn down another path. But his mind felt otherwise. Perhaps this urge had changed. Perhaps it was the old him within? The corrupted force. The FEAR. Yes, the fear of returning to the lab. No, he REFUSED to let it get the better of him! Resisting his urge to turn, he continued on down the alley.

Time had passed since the discovery of the lab, enough so that damaged structures could be secured and the rubble of the ground cleared away so that a proper baricade could be erected around the hole. Rizzrack stood nearby, glancing up at the front of the stall at a sign that brought attention to the hidden just within:

Cheap! Reposessed. Previously keen-owned workshop space for sale. Stipulation: Basement space under Quorum control. No Access.

An idea struck him. What if he could own the shop? He could make great use of it! Reeaaaaally put the bloodstone to use with a NEW. SAWSUIT. YES. He excitedly entered the stall and ran towards the back space. He reached for the door but found that it was unfortunately locked. Dammit. Who did he need to get ahold of? He stepped back out to glance back at the sign. There was no other information, save for that singular mention. "Whelp!" He clapped his hands together. "Time to find the Quorum!"

And he did just that, realizing now that feeling was right all along. His new inner guidance would never fail him!

The taps of heeled shoes echoed down the hall. She didn't like how she could be heard coming. Today was the wrong day for these heels. But how was she to know she'd have such an urgent message to deliver? The young woman was nervous but she refused to falter. She stepped with haste to the Warden's office. She hoped he was there. If not, she would have to wait. No notes could be left. No papers, no scrolls, not even a strip of parchment…

She abruptly stopped and took a few steps back. She nearly passed his door. She quietly sighed and straightened her skirt and brushed a loose strand of hair her face. She then gave to firm knocks. … She debated giving a second, louder knock. As she raised her hand she heard a response from within. There was some relief knowing that this would be a mercifully quick encounter. She never liked having to leave her desk duties.

"Good evening, Warden, sir." She began. "I'm Korierre from City Hall. I'm sending a message on behalf of the Quorum. Permission to enter?"

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joelswritingmistress · 9 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 10

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I hadn't even realized I slept the entire night uninterrupted until my eyes flickered open upon feeling a gentle brush of my hair. My eyes flickered open and it took me a moment to recognize where I was.

“I'm sorry to wake you.” It took me several seconds to realize Dr. Miller was leaning over the bed, fully clothed and looking as stunning as ever.

“I didn't even hear you get up.” Embarrassment began to take over, leaving butterflies in my core again but he quickly squashed those anxious thoughts.

“Stay in bed,” Dr. Miller encouraged me when I tried to scramble up. “You called out of work, remember?”

I gave a little laugh with an accompanied nod, and his cool smile eased my mind even more.

“My last class ends at two this afternoon.” He nodded toward an open door in the corner of the room. “I left you a couple towels.. some things for a bath.. toothbrush.”

“You didn't have to-”

He cut me off with a firm, closed-mouth kiss and then added, “Make yourself at home. Help yourself to something to eat. I left you a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to put on.”

It was too much. I was overwhelmed by gratitude as he threw out all the accommodations he had prepared for me while I was still sleeping.

“Thank you.” My lips curled up into a half smile and I pulled him back for another kiss.

“If you need to leave the keys to the truck are on the counter by the fruit basket. The code for the main gate is-”

“2003,” I finished.

A smile spread across his face again. “Good memory.” Dr. Miller kissed me again.. and again. I was tempted to pull him down on top of me but I wasn't about to be selfish and make him late for work.

“Thank you,” I whispered again.

“I'll be home in a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Go back to sleep.”

I agreed but I knew that was impossible. When he left, I laid in the center of his bed completely naked, a bit in awe and in a state of bliss I couldn't accurately describe if I tried. The mystery of the early portion of the night and then the mind blowing sex - they were enough to make me glow a heated crimson color; but the way I was treated the morning after left me swooning.

I turned on my side, gripping the pillow and smiled wide. I was on cloud nine. And then my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Hoping it was Dr. Miller, I reached for it and felt a small wave of guilt when I noticed the number of missed calls and texts from my roommate. Immediately my thumbs danced across the screen, landed on her name and I hurried to put together a couple of sentences explaining what had happened, leaving out the ‘with who’ part.

For a while I just laid there basking in the experience before finally making my way into the master bathroom to draw a bath. The oversized tub was just too tempting not to indulge in and the warm water rejuvenated my aching limbs. I felt completely refreshed afterwards when I finally tossed on the clothes that were left for me.

Let's see what else this house has to offer.

The two doors nearest the bedroom were still closed and so I left them that way, not wanting to pry. As I approached the home office I gave a generous peek in through the open door and then took the stairs back down to the first floor.

The night before had been such an adrenaline-fueled encounter that I hadn't really soaked in the beauty of the home. From the marble counters, to the flawless, dark hardwood floors to the lavish decor that plastered the walls, it felt like something right out of a movie.

I passed through the living room and kitchen beneath an arched doorway that led into a billiards chamber. The artsy and elegant design from the adjacent rooms was overtaken by another scheme - one that was sportier, though no less ostentatious.

An immaculate pool tab with fine, red felt sat perfectly centered on top of an oversized carpet. The dark, hardwood floors beneath complimented thick espresso pillars in the four corners of the room.

There was a bar off to the left with rows of top-shelf liquor bottles overseeing the layout of the room from their perch against a wall of gray-toned stone. The entire house was a masterpiece.

Beneath an oversized flatscreen on the opposite side of the room from the bar was another arched doorway. I suddenly felt like I was in a live game of Clue.

It was Colonel Mustard in the billiards room with the knife, I joked in my mind. It was a rather cheesy line, though it was absolutely fitting. Had one of my friends been with me I would have said it aloud for a cheap laugh.

Crossing through the next doorway was like a miniature adventure. What would I find next? I had my guesses.

Dim lighting led down a hallway lined with stone. With each step the space narrowed and the vibes of Clue now merged with that of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Would there be a chocolate river at the end? Maybe Oompa Loompas? My thoughts grew sillier and less realistic by the second.

When my short journey landed me in the center of a small library I wasn't wholly surprised. It was as fitting as the rooms I'd traveled through this far. A lavish miniature castle wouldn't be complete without a personal library.

Awestruck didn't accurately describe the way I was feeling. Dr. Miller had secrets - probably secrets that should never cross the threshold of his lips. The thought was planted firmly in my mind before, though it had grown into a garden of certainty. Professors do not have houses like this.

Still, I smiled. Being in the midst of the romantic mystery made me feel alive and somehow important. The latter was a mystery even to me. Whatever secrets lurked behind the walls of the lavish estate had nothing to do with me. I was basically a stranger in Dr. Miller's obscure world.

Why would he trust me here alone? It was the first time that thought crossed my mind. My suspicions suddenly raised and I wondered now if there were hidden cameras watching my every move. It would make sense. The thought made me think twice about climbing an elegant, old ladder that was perched against the bookshelves. Instead, I ran my hand down the smooth, polished wood as I passed and then explored the back of the room.

Another smile decorated my face as my fingers traced the bindings of Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Tell-Tale Heart. It was fitting, or so I thought. Of all the books I had to land on Poe - the talented penman of twisted, poetic horror. Somehow it still felt like a classy read. Maybe that's why I felt it was fitting for Dr. Miller to have in his impressive collection. On the outside he beamed with grace, though inside I knew there was a darker side. I just wasn't sure how dark that side was.

Goosebumps littered my neck now. I was tempted to pull the book from its place but the far-fetched notion that some boobytrap might suddenly spin me into another room, or trap me somehow prevented me from removing the piece of literature from its hiding place. At that, I moved on from the writings of Edgar Allen Poe.

You are being ridiculous. I was, wasn't I? I wouldn't pull a book from its place because I thought I might transfer to some hidden realm? Was I in a 007 movie? Austin Powers?

My fingers traced the Edgar Allen Poe book again before I moved on to browse the bookshelves. Wandering the estate like this made way for plenty of ammunition should another game of twenty questions arise.

A few books down from Poe I bravely removed a red and yellow book from its place. My active imagination sent that familiar jolt of butterflies to my stomach, though I was immediately met with reality. There was no secret room. No Indiana Jones Boulder falling from the ceiling to crush me. It was just a book - H.H. Holmes: The True History of the White City Devil.

The man on the cover immediately drew parallels to what I envisioned Jack the Ripper to like. He wore a top hat and donned a bushy mustache beneath dark, remorseless eyes. I knew this man was who the author penned as the White City Devil.

A piece of paper stuck out from the top of the book just a few pages in and so I thumbed to that page. My eyes landed on an excerpt and so I began to read a short biographical passage about Mr. H.H. Holmes.

By the twenty-first century, Holmes had entered American folklore as the man who built a hotel out of torture chambers to prey on visitors who came to the World’s Fair and may have killed hundreds of people, making him our first and most prolific serial killer. Holmes had already been known as the “king of criminals” before he’d even been formally accused of murder, but now he was a veritable supervillain.

Serial killer. King of criminals. Supervillain. As I flipped back to the cover to look at the man’s face again I looked at him in an eerier light. The red tint chosen to highlight his face was fitting for that of a proclaimed supervillain.

The paper holding the place of the page escaped the bindings and fluttered to the ground. “Shit.” I didn't want Dr. Miller’s bookmark to lose its place, even if it was just a few pages in.

As I squatted down to retrieve it I saw that the paper was folded with the word, LAYOUT, written vertically, letter-by-letter down the outside. My eyes scanned the room in search of some type of recording device while my curious fingers simultaneously unfolded the paper.

Blueprints? I laid the paper down on the ground in front of me and rested on my knees. In my mind I retraced my steps through the rooms I had crossed through to get to the library. Those rooms, like a Clue board, made up the left side of the paper that was titled in the same bold lettering at the top, MAIN FLOOR.

What I was looking at was a blueprint of Dr. Miller's home. The right side of the paper was titled SECOND FLOOR. I noted the home office, several spare bedrooms, the master bedroom and two bathrooms. Nothing out of the ordinary there. It wasn't until I flipped the bluish, white draft over that my interest piqued.

The basement. My heart rate picked up. I could sense that from the flush of warmth in my cheeks. Each section of the basement was labeled accordingly with squared off areas for a home gym, furnace room, laundry area.. and then there was a giant blank space marked off with X’s and lines that resembled some type of an experimental maze for a mouse to escape. There were no written labels aside from the X’s.

As if I was being possessed by a Ouija board, my finger drew a straight line to a staircase all the way to the right of the page. Like a fiend for adventure I flipped the blueprint over again and tracked the origin of the stairwell.

“The library.” I actually spoke the words aloud and began to scan the room. Is there a secret door in this room like my suspicious brain presumed?

The floor was my first instinct. I patiently wandered the perimeter of the room in search of a loose floorboard or a square that was cut out that could somehow lead down below into the bowels of the house. When my efforts failed I moved to the walls and even pulled out a few books, beginning with Poe.

Nothing.

I scrambled to the floor again to make sure I was correct, that the stairway did, indeed, lead down into the basement from the library.

There's no doubt. I was looking at it, plain and simple, blue and white. Would I have to remove every single book from its place to find what I was looking for? No. That would take way too long, I knew; and it would create an embarrassing mess. What would Dr. Miller think if he came home to his books sprawled across the floor of the library?

Think. My eyes landed on a few books on the shelves I began to perceive as sticking out suspiciously far. I pulled, I tugged, I pushed in, I yanked out.. but there was nothing. No staircase.

A small bout of frustration crept in as I leaned a hand on the ladder. I rested there for a moment before turning to face the wooden rungs. A bigger part of me felt completely ridiculous and I almost wanted to laugh at myself. Still, I was curious and amused.”

Up. I hadn't thought of going up to essentially get down. Just above the ladder was a snug, little balcony that overlooked the room. In the dark it was barely visible from where I had been standing but now, staring up towards the heavens, it was clear as day. The ladder wasn't just there for show, it had a purpose. For a moment I let my fingers tiptoe along one of the rungs as I pondered what might be up in the balcony.

What am I doing?

I removed my hand from the ladder and tucked the blueprint back into the book. My eyes scanned the row where I had removed it from, though I wasn't quite sure of it's place.

“Shit..” I whispered to myself, wondering if Dr. Miller had a special home for each individual piece of literature.

That's impossible, I thought, scanning the infinite rows of books in the study. He wouldn't know if a single book was just slightly out of place. Would he?

With a deep breath I tucked the book back in between a Stephen King book and another with navy blue binding and no label on the spine. It worked.. for now.

It's just a book.

I glanced up toward the secret loft again, still tempted to wander into uncharted territory, but I refrained. I was a guest in Dr. Miller's house and I knew I had already crossed some type of boundary by investigating the place, as if I was invited to do so.

When I heard a door open and close from somewhere else in the house I quickly scampered out of the library, down the short hallway and into the billiards room. For a moment I stood still and just listened.

Silence.

I let out a quiet inhale and then an exhale. It was the jingle of car keys that led me out of my hiding spot like a dog with its tail between its legs. And then I saw him, handsome as ever, standing in the kitchen loosening his tie.

At first I wasn't sure if he had seen me tiptoe into the room and so I daintily cleared my throat. Dr. Miller looked up abruptly in my direction and I could tell I had startled him from the look on his face as he adjusted the cuffs on his button down shirt.

He then put his hands on his hips and I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to me being down there. After such a wonderful night, I hoped he wasn’t mad. And as happy as I was to have him back in my company so soon, I couldn’t help but wonder what drew him back to the house so soon after he’d left.

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barcaluvv · 7 months

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S E E Y O U A G A I N marc guiu x reader(I teared up fr)

You sat on the bench, pressed against the edge of the wall, next to all your friends, you only payed attention to him. The only one who attracted you was Marc, you have been in a relationship for a couple of months and it seemed like a perfect relationship and the tension between you two was growing on each look he gave, he was sitting on the other side of the classroom sprawled out, man spreading. Looking at you with full details, you blushed as he pointed on his cheeks, he definitely knew what he was doing with that hand. Recently, he noticed that you started making new guy friend's thinking he's okay with it, actually it being the totally opposite. His insides growled, the red colour on his face rotted for awhile, his fist getting strength, everytime he sees Hector with you. He knew, he knew that he liked you, that's why he's been trying to distract or disturb everytime you two get closer to eachother by pulling him away. One day, after school, behind the grafity walls, he saw everything he needed to just open the door of his anger issues. "Fucking Hector" said marc from miles away, he jumped over the old gate without any hesitation. He walked quickly towards you, banging on his head. Without going any further he started attacking Hector. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Letting it out on your hand. "Bro relax it's noth-" before finishing it sentence, Marc pushed his shoulders, making him fall to the ground. You started to calm him, by calling him back from it. "Babe!! Don't" you said. He looked at you through the lens, he let out a little tear down his face. "What you calling me babe for? To cheat on me?A GAVE freaking everything just for you to be happy and you out there cheating on me with no one else but my best friend, he said while being on his knees, desperately trying to hold back from breaking down. "Was i worth it?" He stands up, leaving Hector on the floor, full of his bruises. After some while you called the ambulance. Three days later, Hector was still in the hospital, you still decided to go to school. The situation calmed down for a while. When you headed from the school yard, it was night all out, since you were second shift. From a distance you noticed a silhouette, a little later you found out that it was Marc, he was looking at you, with a plum under his eye, his hair was scattered, and his white tight shirt still had traces of tears, he was leaning on a parked motorcycle, he had a bag full seeds, he ate them, and in the meantime you noticed how swollen he was, his eyes were still full of tears. You lowered your head, but something pulled you to continue with eye contact. A little later, he got on the motorcycle before saying the same thing, he put on his helmet without breaking his gaze with you. That night you couldn't sleep, he was all over your mind. The next morning, you visited hector, on the way home you noticed something in your email box, that was infront of your house. A little later, you found out that Marc had sent a bouquet of your favorite roses, the bill for your first date, even the bracelet you gave him, and a letter. After reading the letter, your eyes watered, you broke down right on the door step, your voice became apparent,shaky and pitched, you knew even without any voices heard. "I think you know now, why I did all of that, I love you sincerely, YOUR DEAREST Marc".

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atiny-desire · 2 years

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Pairing: Ghostface! Wooyoung x fem! Reader

High-school! AU

Summary: You had to find out the hard way that your friends aren't who they seemed to be.

Word count: 7.8k

Disclaimer: I'm in no way condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting this kind of behavior. This is not supposed to represent Wooyoung in any way.

Warning: Stalking, yandere behavior, gore, murder, a little bit of cursing

A/n: This was supposed to be finished by Halloween, but a writer's block stopped me from completing it ;-; I hope you can still enjoy it! I'm also considering a second part for this, but don't take my word for it.

Pt. 2

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"Awh come on, this is the last year of our high-school years." You sighed in annoyance for the hundreds of times now. Your best friend Mingi was chewing your ear up about a Halloween party that was this weekend, he wanted you to attend even though he knew that you didn't like parties. He wanted to go with you in a partner look and pestered you about it ever since he found out about the party.

Jongho who was walking together with you and Mingi down the school hallway was also annoyed with him. "It's like you never learn, Mingi."Jongho shook his head and glanced at his tall friend who was walking on the other side of you. "We know each other since kindergarten, did you ever see her go to a party?"

The three of you were now walking out of the main entrance, you were met with the cold breeze of the autumn. Orange and red leaves were dancing around in the wind, the sun was shining but it didn't spend any warmth.

You stretched your arms a bit while you mumbled, "Jongho is the only one here who gets me."

"I'm hurt!" A loud and dramatic voice yelled. The person pushed himself between you and Mingi and threw his arm around your shoulder. You glanced toward the person to see his face, it was Wooyoung, which you already knew because of the lack of personal space and his loud voice. His black hair was disheveled as if he had just woken up and he was grinning from ear to ear as he leaned against you as much as possible.

"I get you too!" You grimaced your face he was basically screaming in your ear. "You were talking about you not going to the party right?"

You tried to push him away from you but it only resulted in him clinging to you even more. "Ever heard the concept of personal space," you huffed, as he leaned his whole weight onto your shoulder.

Wooyoung skillfully ignored your broad hint to give you some space and instead leaned his face even closer to yours, to the point where you could feel his hot breath right by your ear. He lowered his voice into a dangerous whisper, "But are you sure you don't want to come?" He stopped for a second to give his sentence some sort of dramatic effect. "Maybe the killer is going to be out there, preying on girls who are home alone."

You promptly pushed him away from you into Mingi and glared at him. Wooyoung and Mingi were both laughing, even tho they knew that you were scared.

Two girls have been murdered during the last week, the first girl was Choi San's ex-girlfriend. Her throat was slit and the word slut was carved into the skin of her stomach. The second girl was killed in a more brutal way, but seemingly without a motive. Her murderer cut her open from her chest to her lower stomach and hung her from a tree with her own guts.

"Did the police let San go?" Jongho suddenly asked and stopped Wooyoung and Mingi from making fun of you.

"Yep," Wooyoung answered, locked his hands behind his head, and fixated his gaze on said person. San was walking through the school gates, you could see the dark circles under his eyes even from a distance. "He has an alibi so they let him go pretty quickly."

You hummed and nodded your head. You wondered how he still managed to come to school after what happened, if it was you would have stayed at home for a few days, alone for the fact that you didn't want everyone to stare at you. "Should I ask him how he's doing?"

Mingi snorted letting you know that you said that out loud and didn't just think about it. "His ex-girlfriend is barely dead and you already think about swooping in?"

"Mingi!" You yelled at the same time as Jongho asked, "Swooping in?" Ignoring Jongho you glared at Mingi, but the latter was just sheepishly smiling at you. "I'm just worried about him, nothing more."

"Swooping in?" Wooyoung repeated Jongho's question. You noticed the slight scowl on his face, as his eyes were wandering between you and Mingi waiting for an answer.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance when you first told Mingi about your crush on San he promised you to not tell anyone, but you should've known better than to trust him with this matter. "It's nothing, just a small crush and I want to know how he's doing."

"You have a crush on San," Wooyoung asked a bit too loud for your liking.

You grimaced your face and quickly shushed him with your hand before he could say anything else. "Why don't you just yell it across the whole school, huh," you whisper yell at him.

"You want me to?" He provocatively raised his eyebrows and watched you in satisfaction as you were ready to jump him in order to stop him.

You warningly gripped him by the sleeve of his jacket while hissing between clenched teeth, "Don't you dare!"

Wooyoung unimpressed by your try to intimidate him just smirked and leaned in a little closer to you. "Who is going to stop me?"

"Alright, that's enough you two." Mingi interrupted your staring contest and pushed himself between you and Wooyoung, claiming his original place beside you. "Let's talk about the party instead, we still haven't finished that conversation." With that, he redirected the attention to the original topic.

You sighed and with a last glare directed at Wooyoung you said, "The discussion was over Mingi, I'm not going." While you were talking you saw how San disappeared into the building. You scrunched up your nose, you weren't going to ask him how he was doing after Mingis and Wooyoungs teasing. "Even if I wanted to go I can't. My parents are gone this week and I'm supposed to watch the dog."

"So you're really alone?" Your expected Wooyoung to ask but it was Jongho, who till now just quietly listened. He didn't mean it in a teasing way, you saw it by the way his eyes held real concern for you in them.

"Yes, but I have the dog with me so I'm not all alone." Wooyoung of course didn't let go of the topic he grinned when you mentioned your dog, and you knew he was about to mock you even further. "Ah yes, do you mean that Doberman of yours who runs away at the first sign of a threat?"

You grit your teeth in annoyance, till now you weren't worried about being alone, but their teasing started to get to you. It was true that your dog, Leila, wasn't the bravest one out there, but the thought of having her around still put you at ease.

Wooyoung grinned, he tried to get closer to you but Mingi pushed him away, earning himself a murderous glare from him. "Do you want me to stay with you over the weekend," Wooyoung asked. He didn't try to get closer again and instead ran his hand through his black hair and winked at you.

"I would rather spend the evening with a Killer than with you," you mumbled.

Instead of whining about how mean you are he just laughed. "Be careful what you wish for!"

An unsettling feeling spread itself inside your stomach. To you, Wooyoung's words sounded more like a threat than a warning. You searched for eye contact with Mingi, to see if he was feeling the same thing, but he just continued making stupid jokes with Wooyoung.

A shiver ran down your spine, you weren't sure if it was because of the bad feeling or the sudden gust of wind. "By the way, why did we even go outside? I'm freezing!"

"Because Yunho wanted to meet us out here," Mingi answered while checking his phone for the time. You took a peak at it too, it was 11 am.

"Well, if he isn't here in five minutes I'm leaving." You hid your cold hands in the sleeves of your jacket and cursed Yunho for wanting to meet outside.

As if on cue said person's voice piped up from behind you. "Impatient as always." You turned your head to look at him, the first thing that you noticed was his hair. The last time you saw him it was a bright blue but now it was a less eye-piercing orange.

"I think I figured out who the killer might be." That was the first thing he said. No Hello, or how are you doing, he just got straight to the point. His eyes were shining with determination and triumph as if he had already caught the murderer.

"And here he goes again," Mingi sighed and shook his head. Yunho was the geek of your group and he probably watched every slasher movie under the sun. Now, this wouldn't be so bad if he didn't always come up with conspiracy theories about who could be a serial killer and who they would kill.

You sighed, this could only mean that you weren't getting back into the warmth of the building for quite some time. "Alright, let's get it over with. What have you got Yunho?

Yunho pushed your group to a more secluded area before he started. "So I was thinking-," You started to zone out after not even one sentence, you heard Yunho's theories so often that you could already imagine who he was thinking about. You bit your lip trying not to laugh, every time he got like this he reminded you of that Charlie conspiracy meme.

Yunho kept rambling for quite some time, he talked about multiple people and why they could or could not be the killer until he finally landed on his two prime suspects. "That's why I think that it was Hongjoong or Wooyoung!" All of you watched him with skepticism written all over your face, but he wasn't bothered and just continued, "Hongjoong is one of San's closest friends, he was extremely angry when he found out that San's girlfriend cheated on him. He wanted to take revenge for his best friend and killed his ex-girlfriend."

He stopped to take a deep breath while fixating his gaze on Wooyoung. "But I can't really imagine that Hongjoong would do something so reckless, that could also bring trouble to San." Yunho narrowed his eyes and now glared at Wooyoung, the latter didn't flinch one bit and just watched him in amusement. "That's why my second guess is Wooyoung. We all know how loyal he is, especially towards Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San! I can totally see him doing something as reckless as killing someone, just to get revenge for his friends."

For a few seconds, it was just silence until Wooyoung's laughter broke it. "Nice one, but why would you tell me that you suspect me?"

Yunho crossed his arms over his chest he looked at all of you with a confident smile, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Because I am protected now. If you kill me now everyone here will know it was you because I suspected you."

Wooyoung smirked and crossed his arms too, he gave him the same attitude. "But now I can kill you. If I kill you now no one would suspect me, because they now think that I wouldn't kill you because you suspected me."

At first Yunho's confident grin faltered, but it returned even bigger than before. "See?" He accusingly pointed at his prime suspect. "He even thinks like a murderer!"

"Why do I even hang out with you idiots," Jongho sighed and crossed his bare arms over his chest. It was 1 C° outside but he still chose to wear a T-shirt, your eyes wandered to his arms and there wasn't even a hint of goosebumps on them. He cocked his head to the side, and a frown formed on his face as if he was thinking about something. "Even if one of them is the killer, why would they kill the second girl, if the first one was for revenge?"

The eyes of your orange-haired friend began to sparkle with excitement. He clasped his hands together and pointed with both of his index fingers at Jongho. "Good question!" His eyes wandered to Wooyoung again, it looked like he was dead set on the idea that Wooyoung did it. "My guess is, that whoever did it, liked it the first time and wanted to do it again!"

Wooyoung clenched his jaw, he was getting visibly annoyed now, but who wouldn't if they were accused of murder? "Why don't you talk directly to me," he snarled.

"I did," Yunho blankly said. They both continued to glare at each other, and they would have kept doing it if it wasn't for you intervening.

"Yunho, I think you're crossing the line a bit! You can't just go around accusing people of murder." Fights luckily didn't happen often in your friend group, but if they did it always cost you all of your energy. Somehow you always ended up between the front lines. Wooyoung and Jongho on one side, and Yunho and Mingi on the other side.

"But-," Yunho wanted to start again, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, it's enough!" Another gust of wind made you shiver "I don't know what you're doing, but I'm going back inside." You took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. "Our break is almost over anyway."

Mingi and Jongho decided to stay a little longer with Yunho, while Wooyoung decided to follow you back inside.

"Do you also think that I did it?" Wooyoung asked when you were finally back in the comfort of the heated school building.

You scoffed, the image of Wooyoung killing someone was ridiculous to you. Now, doing something stupid like accidentally stealing someone's pet because he thought it was cute, was something you could see him doing, but killing someone? No. "Don't be ridiculous, someone who cried like a baby during Lion King can't kill anyone."

You glanced at him and saw how his eyes widened before he narrowed them. "You little-," He was about to grab you to put you in a headlock, but you, who already teased him about it a lot of times, were quicker. The two of you were running down the hallway to your classroom, while you were laughing, Wooyoung was yelling after you to stop.

"Watch it!" You were taking a peek at him, to see how close he was when he warned you.

You stopped just in time to avoid running into a boy from your parallel class. A few strands of his white hair hung over his eyes, he had a smile on his lips that showed off his dimples. His hands were in front of his body, ready to catch you in case you would run into him.

"Got a ghost chasing you," he asked and dropped his arms back to his sides.

You nodded a bit out of breath, you didn't interact with him often but you still knew that his name was Yang Jeongin. "Something like that."

Wooyoung quickly caught up to you, he threw his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair with his other hand. "I told you to let it go," he hissed but it was obviously in a playful manner.

His impact caused you to stumble a few steps forward, forcing Jeongin to take a few steps back. "Ah, I see." He said. Only now did Wooyoung acknowledge his presence.

"And I told you to not touch my hair!" You tried to fix it, but it was no use, a few strands remained out of place.

Jeongin's whole demeanor changed as soon as Wooyoung showed up. The smile vanished off his face and his eyes were nervously flicking between you and Wooyoung. "Well, I'll be going now! My friends are waiting for me."

He basically sprinted off before you could say goodbye to him. Confused you looked at Wooyoung, it seemed as if Jeongin was scared of him. "What was that?"

He shrugged, his eyes were fixated on Jeongin's back until he disappeared behind a corner. "No idea." He turned his head to look at you and asked, "Are you driving with me later?"

"Do you finally have your license?"

He mischievously smiled at your question. "Almost. So does that mean you want to walk home?"

You rolled your eyes of course you didn't want to walk home. The advantage of having someone who almost had a driver's license was to never walk or go by bike again. "See you later!" You didn't directly answer his question, but you knew that he would get the hint.

The rest of your day went by in a blur, school ended, Wooyoung brought you home, went on a walk with your dog Lila, took a shower when you came back, and you spend the rest of your day watching movies.

It was in the middle of the night when the house telephone suddenly rang, your heart almost stopped since you were in the middle of watching an intense scene from the horror movie you chose. You sighed annoyed, who would call you at this time?

You stopped the movie and picked up the phone. "Hello?" No answer. You tried again, "Hello!" But again, the person on the other side didn't answer you.

You were about to hang up, more annoyed than before because you thought that it was a prank call when the person finally said something. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Confused you moved the telephone away from your ear. You were hoping to see the number on the small display, but the number was suppressed. "Who are you?" Instead of answering you decided to ask a question yourself.

"What's your favorite scary movie?!" The person asked again, now a bit harsher than before.

You noticed that their voice was changed by a voice changer. "Listen, if you don't tell me who you are, I'm going to hang up!" At this point you were sure that it was just a prank call, who else would call you at this time, just to ask you what your favorite horror movie is?

But the stranger on the other end didn't appreciate you not answering his question, as he promptly yelled, "Hang up and I'll gut you just like the other two girls!"

You stopped and felt your stomach drop, did you hear that right? Just like the other two girls? "My.. my favorite scary movie?" You repeated his question, but you got no answer.

Prank call or not, you weren't about to risk it. "Uhm, it's Halloween."

"One of the classics, huh?" The person chuckled, it wasn't a nice one, the voice changer made it sound a bit static. "Good choice as I expected."

"Who are you?" You asked again. You stared at the frozen screen of your TV and nervously picked the skin on your wrist.

"Who am I?" The stranger chuckled, there was a short silence before you heard the voice again. "Wouldn't you like to know? Let's just say, I'm someone who's watching you, very closely."

Out of reflex, your eyes moved to the big front window, which allowed you to see the empty main street and the few street lamps that illuminated the sidewalk. "What do you mean by that?"

You heard a chuckle again. "What do you think?" Squinting your eyes you hoped to see more in the dark, but there was nothing. What were you even looking for? "Don't worry, I'm not in front of your house."

This sentence made the hair on your neck stand up, your head shot in the direction of your kitchen. If someone wanted to they would be able to see you through the kitchen window.

"Ah no, don't worry! I'm not in the back either." The person tried to stifle their laugh but you could still hear it. They had fun messing with you.

"What the hell," you whispered and finally moved to the front door, checking the lock there first before going to the back door in your kitchen. But nothing both doors were locked. "Where are you," you asked and wandered back into the living room.

Leila has by now woken up due to you pacing around the room, she was attentively watching you. "Close."

You anxiously started to bite your fingernails, a bad habit that you got rid of a long time ago, but was now coming back. "You-,"

"I bet you're dying to know why I called you." They cackled as if they just heard the most hilarious joke ever. Their voice dangerously lowered when they said, " This is a warning call, if I catch you whoring around again I'll gut you just like the other two."

You were at a loss for words. First of all, how were you 'whoring' around, and second of all even if you did, how was that any of this person's business? Of course you didn't say that out loud, if this was the real killer you didn't want to risk it.

You were speechless while your mind was overflowing with thoughts, after a few seconds of you not saying anything the person spoke again. Their voice was cheerfully mocking you when they said, "Thank you for your time, have a nice evening!" And without giving you a chance of saying another word they hung up.

Your body moved on its own accord, letting all the window blinds down, but only downstairs. You didn't dare go upstairs, because you swore you heard a sound coming from there.

While you were pacing around, checking everything twice just to make sure, you dialed Mingi's number. Three times did you call him, but nothing. Of course, you thought. He always had his phone on silent. Wooyoung was your next pick, the phone rang for a few seconds before his voice reached your ear with his usual cheerful, "Well, hello there!"

A breath of relief escaped your mouth. "Thank God!" You closed your eyes to gain a bit of composure, but you still felt like throwing up. "Can you please come over? I think someone is watching me."

"In the middle of the night? That's one hell of a persistent fan right there." He laughed but you weren't in the mood for his stupid jokes.

"It's not a joke!" You were mindlessly petting Lila, who must have sensed that something was wrong because she refused to leave your side. "Someone called me and told me they were watching me! At first, I thought it was a prank call, but then they started to describe what I was doing!"

You heard the rustle of keys through the telephone before Wooyoung said, "Don't worry I'm coming as fast as I can!" He hung up without saying goodbye and left you alone with your dog again.

He arrived not even ten minutes later, you were so relieved to see him that you didn't even question him on why he was so quick since it usually took him around twenty to thirty minutes to get to your house.

Wooyoung put his hands on your shoulders as soon as you let him in, concern was swirling in his eyes when he asked you, "Are you okay?" You nodded but he didn't let you go, only when you told him twice that you were really okay did he calm down a bit.

"Wait here. I'll check if someone is in the house." And with that, he made his way upstairs. You were glad that he was willing to do that, but at the same time, it also surprised you, as you knew that he was just as much of a scaredy-cat as you were.

You were already sitting on your couch when he came back down, Lila was sitting at your feet and had her head laying on your leg as if she wanted to comfort you. Wooyoung plopped down beside you and shook his head. "I checked every corner but nothing."

You nodded to show him that you understood. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're here." Exhausted you put your head on his shoulder. "Can you stay tonight," you asked. There was no way you would be able to sleep alone after that call.

Wooyoung put his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. "Of course!" He laughed when he said, "Can't let my favorite friend die, can I?"

"Mhm." You only mumbled since you were already half asleep. The comfort of having someone around, let your body finally relax enough to let your guard down and sleep.

"Do you want me to play the movie?" His eyes were on the unmoving TV screen trying to figure out what movie you were watching. He turned his head to look at you when he got no answer, just to see you already sleeping. Wooyoung forgot about the movie and watched you sleep instead, to him there was nothing more interesting.

You both contemplated to just skip school the next day, but you decided that school would be a nice distraction from the night prior.

Mingi was already waiting at the gates when you and Wooyoung finally arrived. "Girl, why did you call me in the middle of the night?"

"Someone was stalking me," you whispered once you were close enough to him, you didn't want anyone else to listen to your conversation.

He first grinned at you thinking it was a joke, but when he saw that not only you were serious, but Wooyoung too, his grin faltered.

"Shit, do you want me to stay with you tonight," he asked after you and Wooyoung explained to him what happened last night.

You shook your head, you didn't want Mingi to miss the party he was already excited about, and besides Wooyoung already offered to stay with you. "No you don't-,"

"I'm already staying with her!" You were annoyed by Wooyoung interrupting you, but you didn't have the energy to fight him over it.

"If you need me call me, I'll keep my ringtone on." Mingi ignored him and tried to comfort you.

You thankfully nodded at him, even if your friends teased and annoyed you a lot of the time, in the end, they would always be there for you.

In the end, school wasn't much of a distraction as you thought it would be, your thoughts were constantly revolving around the unknown caller. You should probably tell the police what happened, but you didn't want to do it alone. You decided to ask Wooyoung later to do it with you.

Another thought infiltrated your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push it away, it always came back. The person's message was quite personal, which probably meant that they knew you and could be someone close to you. Yunho's words crossed your mind again and for a second Wooyoung's face flickered in your mind. But it couldn't be him, you shook your head. No. Definitely not him, but who else?

It was at the end of the school day when you bumped into San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong, you were on your way to meet Wooyoung at his car. But now you had the opportunity to ask San how he was doing without Mingi or Wooyoung around.

San still looked tired and it also showed in his lackluster answer. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm okay... I guess."

You awkwardly bit your lip, what were you expecting? That he was going to pour his heart out to you in the school hallway or tell you that he was completely fine? Luckily for you, Hongjoong tried to get you out of the situation by asking you how you were doing.

Maybe you weren't so lucky after all because now you were at a loss for words. "Uhm... I'm fine. A little tired tho, Wooyoung and I watched some movies last night." You weren't doing fine at all, but at least it wasn't a complete lie.

"Speaking of Wooyoung," Hongjoong started and brushed a strand of his fiery red hair out of his face. "I've meant to ask this for a while now, since when are you and Wooyoung a couple?"

"Huh? We're not a couple." Both of you were confused now and the atmosphere was more awkward than before. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Well...," he paused and exchanged an unsure glance with Seonghwa before he continued, "Wooyoung has been going around telling everyone not to get too close to you."

Seonghwa grimaced his face as if he bit into something sour. "I think he already told me off thrice!"

You awkwardly smiled at them, as if it didn't bother you at all. On the inside, however, you were furious. Who did he think he was, that it gave him the right, to tell people to stay away from you?

You quickly said your goodbyes to the three and rushed off to confront Wooyoung. Once you reached his car and got in you slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong? Did someone ruffle your hair?" He was laughing and reached out to try and dishelv your hair. He stopped laughing when you slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Why are you going around, telling people to stay away from me?" You didn't waste any time and came straight to the point.

"Who told you this?"

"It doesn't matter who told me! Why did you do it?"

He seriously had the audacity to not answer you, he instead started the car and started driving. "Why. Did. You. Do it?!" You repeated a bit more aggressively.

"Because they're not good for you! I just-"

Hearing him say such nonsense almost made you speechless, but only almost. "And why do you think you could decide that for me?"

He didn't answer you again but you saw how his grip tightened around the steering wheel. You had a hunch about why he did it and you didn't like that idea one bit. You stopped pushing him for an answer, but the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. But still, you didn't want to hear his answer because you knew that you wouldn't like it.

You were tempted to tell him to leave you alone, but the thought of staying home alone terrified you. You couldn't ask Mingi or Jongho since you really wanted them to enjoy the party and Yunho wasn't an option because he would drive you insane.

The tension and awkwardness wouldn't disappear the whole day. You didn't talk a lot and honestly, it didn't bother you at all. In the evening you decided to watch a slasher movie, the two of you sat on the couch with a good amount of distance between you.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Wooyoung excused himself at one point, which you acknowledge with a short mumbled okay.

With him gone you were finally able to relax a bit, your eyes were glued to the screen you've watched this movie before and now the best scene came on. You heard a rustle from behind you, announcing Wooyoung's return, which also meant the return of your tension. After a few seconds, you wondered why he wasn't sitting back down, in fact, you didn't hear him walk somewhere else either.

You turned your head to see what he was doing. But behind you wasn't Wooyoung instead you saw a person dressed in a black cloak and with a scream mask covering their face. You froze and stared at them it lasted for what felt like minutes, in reality, however it was just a few seconds until the person started to walk toward you.

Your body reacted without thinking, you jumped up and ran towards the kitchen so you could escape through the back door. Funnily enough, the character in the movie did the same as you.

You tried to unlock the door but you didn't have enough time. Your hands were shaking while fidgeting with the lock, and on top of that you couldn't properly see it, the only source of light was the dim light of the movie that was still playing in the living room.

You decided to change your plan and get a knife instead, you knew where the knife block was standing and you didn't need any light to find it. When your fingers finally touched the metallic hilt of the knife the light's turned on.

The stranger's gloved hand was still on the light switch when you turned around to face them. Your eyes were drawn to the glint that was coming from the same hand, they had a knife too. Adrenaline was rushing through your body while you watched the stranger.

You were ready to fight, but they just stood there in the doorway with their head cocked to the side, staring at you. "Get out of my house!" It was nothing more than a breath, you weren't sure if they were able to hear what you were saying. It didn't matter anyway. The person stopped staring at you and finally moved towards you again.

You clenched your hand around the knife. You could've yelled for Wooyoung to help you, but it completely slipped your mind that he was in the house too. It was within the blink of an eye that they were standing in front of you.

The stranger grabbed the wrist of your hand that was holding the knife, you tried to pull away but it was no use. They twisted it, forcing you to drop your weapon. You saw how they raised their own knife, but you were able to catch their wrist with your free hand before the metal could make contact with the skin of your neck.

You struggled to keep it away and you would have lost if it wasn't for you raising your knee and striking them in their crotch. The force disappeared and they toppled over while groaning in pain, their voice gave away that the person under the mask was a man.

You ran towards the living room, now you had the chance to escape through the front door. However, the stranger recovered quickly and was bolting after you, shattering your hopes of escape. You weren't even able to get into the living room, he caught you by the doorframe and pulled you back into the kitchen. With the short glance you had at the TV you saw that the movie was still playing, reminding you that Wooyoung was still there too.

You ran behind the kitchen aisle trying to gain as much distance as possible while you yelled Wooyoung's name over and over again, screaming for him to help you, but nothing. He didn't come nor did he answer your calls.

Your attacker hopped onto the aisle and landed on your side of it. Running away wasn't an option since he swiftly caught you by your hair to pull you back to him. He pushed you against the counter and you found yourself where you started, the difference was that this time you weren't able to hit him with your knee again. He stopped this from being an option by pushing his body between your legs.

You tried to fight back by hitting and scratching him, but since you had no experience in fighting and no space to move freely, it did little to no damage.

His chuckle made you eventually stop, trying to fight him. The sound was muffled by the mask but you still recognized it. You stared at the mask before you raised your hand to remove it. He didn't try to stop you.

Now it wasn't the mask looking back at you but Wooyoung. Anger rose inside of you, in an intensity you have never felt before. "What is wrong with you?!" Your voice was cracking while you screamed at him. "Do you think this is a joke? I thought I was going to die!"

Wooyoung didn't react, you expected him to smile and laugh, saying that it was just a joke and that you should calm down, but he did nothing of it. Instead, he held the knife against your neck, his eyes were empty while doing so. "What are you doing," you whispered. A lump formed inside your throat, which no matter how often you tried to swallow it, wouldn't go away. You realized that Yunho was right, Wooyoung was the killer.

"Don't worry," he said as if that was going to calm you down, if anything this unnerved you even more. "Remember? I could never let my favorite friend die. But apparently, I do have to teach you a lesson."

Teach you a lesson? For what? You tried to think about what you could've done but nothing came to mind. "No don't look at me like that, you know exactly what you did," he hissed when he saw how confused you were.

"A quick reminder maybe? Yeosang, Yeonjun, and apparently the next one is San, huh?" He bit his lip in annoyance when you still didn't get it. "You choose everyone, literally everyone over me! I was in love with you ever since we first met, yet you never looked at me!"

He kept talking faster, his breath becoming erratic with his chest raising heavily. "I try to do everything for you! I drive you everywhere you want, buy you the food that you like, and comfort you when you're having a tough time, yet it's never enough! Hell, it bet you would even consider that moron Mingi over me!"

You felt nauseous listening to him talk while he was still holding that kitchen knife against your throat, but you had to be calm now. Maybe you could calm him down enough to escape. "Wooyoung, how was I supposed to know that you like me? You flirt with everything and everyone that crosses your path, I thought you treated me like everyone else!" You took a deep breath and carefully thought about your next words before you continued, "I always thought you had no interest in me if I knew I..."

Wooyoung slightly lowered the knife. "If you knew what? That I liked you?" He scoffed. "You and I both know damn well that I made it more than obvious."

He was right. You always knew that Wooyoung liked you and it became especially apparent when you were in a relationship. You noticed how Wooyoung distanced himself from you, every time you had a boyfriend. And as soon as you broke up he came back into your life, with his first question being, "Are you okay?"

You were hurt when he distanced himself the first time and annoyed the second time. You told yourself that you wouldn't take him back as a friend, but you were down from your breakup and really appreciated him asking how you were doing and bringing snacks so you two could have a movie night to distract you.

Obviously, you liked Wooyoung, even though he often annoyed you, but never in a romantic kind of way. He was more like a brother to you, cliché, you know but that's just how you felt.

"Well obviously you didn't," you snapped, just to immediately regret it as you saw how Wooyoung dangerously narrowed his eyes. "I mean if I knew, I would have told you that I liked you too!"

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He yelled. The sudden raise of his voice made you flinch. "Do you think I'm stupid? I know you don't love-"

You interrupted him and yelled back, "But it's the truth! I do love you Wooyoung, what do you want me to do to prove it?!" It was a risk to raise your voice at him in this situation, but at the same time, it might help you come across as sincere.

To your surprise, he threw his head back and laughed. He bit his lip and looked at you when he calmed down, his eyes were sparkling in amusement while traveling down to your mouth and back up to meet your eyes again. You knew what was coming even before he said it. "You want to prove it? Then kiss me!"

You tried to subtly take a deep breath before you put your lips on his. It was awkward, while he was moving his lips against yours, you were just frozen. You couldn't believe what you were doing. It wasn't until he bit your lower lip that you finally kissed him back.

You felt guilty, kissing him. To you, it felt like you were disrespecting the lifes of the girls he took. It was like you were in a trance, just doing what you had to, to keep him calm. But then you felt Wooyoung's hand creep under your shirt. The feeling of his gloved hand against the warm skin of your stomach sent a jolt through your body and ripped you out of your trance-like state. You caught his wrist before he could trail up any further. "Stop," you whispered against his lips when he pulled back to look at you.

A lazy smirk formed on his lips as he whispered back, "It's okay, we'll have enough time for this in the future."

He took a few steps back and pulled you with him by your hand. He held you against him by your waist when he softly said, "I'll be going to the bathroom, for real this time."

"Wait!" You stopped him before he could leave, one particular question was burning on your tongue. "Why did you kill them?"

"They deserved it." And with that he was gone, leaving you in shock at his indifference. You truly never believed that he could do something like that. You felt betrayed.

You waited until you heard the click of the bathroom door before you ran into the living room to grab your phone. You quickly dialed the emergency number, but you didn't even get to hear the first ring, since the phone was ripped out of your hand.

The phone was flung across the room after he ended the call. Wooyoung placed his hand on your stomach and pulled you closer. Your back was pressed against his chest and his head was on your shoulder when he asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. His other arm found its way around you too, he was basically hugging you from behind now. "Hm, tell me, do you think I'm stupid," he asked again when you didn't answer him, his voice was coated with false sweetness.

You slowly shook your head, it was as if someone glued your mouth shut, no word wanted to come out, no matter how hard you tried. "No? Then why did you think that this would work?" His voice was barely above a whisper as if he was too lazy to talk.

Still, no answer came out of you. You heard his soft chuckle right by your ear before he suddenly planted a kiss on your neck. "You'll do as I say now," he mumbled against your skin and kissed you again

The feeling of disgust took over you, every cell of your body wanted to escape his touch, but you didn't dare to tell him to stop. "Go and pack some clothes, we're leaving."

Why? Where are we going? Questions were floating around in your head, but you didn't voice out any of them. Instead, you wanted to get away from him as fast as possible. You were about to go past him when his voice stopped you. "By the way, if you want to run away that's fine, but then I'll kill San."

"What-," the hell, is what you wanted to say but he cut you off.

"Or maybe Mingi, if San doesn't convince you." He huffed and furrowed his brows in thought. "But your parents are an option too, of course!"

Wooyoung glanced at you and asked, "You get the message, right?

You nodded. You would've gotten his message without him threatening to kill the people close to you too. "I'm not going to try anything!"

He smiled and pat your head. "Of course you won't."

After he finally let you go, you rushed up the stairs to your room. Letting Wooyoung wait seemed like a bad idea, so you swiftly stuffed some clothes into a big bag and went downstairs again.

Wooyoung was already waiting by the front door, he was staring down at his phone and typing away quickly. Strands of his black hair were covering his eyes, but he brushed it away when he heard you approach him.

"Let's go." It was as if he was in a hurry to get away since he opened the door and pushed you out by the small of your back. Everything about this felt surreal to you. One of your closest and longest friends was not only a Killer but was now also abducting you.

A black car that you didn't recognize was already standing in front of your house, and Wooyoung kept pushing you toward it. You couldn't see the driver through the dark, only a dark silhouette sitting in the driver's seat. But once you sat in the car you recognized him. "Jongho?!" Your eyes widened in shock, was he in on this? "What are you doing here?!"

He didn't get to answer you because Wooyoung got in on the passenger seat. The door was barely closed when Jongho started to drive. "Did you take care of Yunho?" Wooyoung was fastening his seat belt while asking.

Jongho stiffly nodded as an answer, you saw how his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped the wheel. Wooyoung leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Good."

"What do you mean by taking care of Yunho," you asked, a bad feeling settled in your stomach. Neither of them answered you, it made you want to rip your hair out in frustration. If there was anything you couldn't stand then it was people ignoring your questions, but you weren't exactly in a position where you could demand an answer.

You stared out of the window and helplessly watched how they took you further away from your home, your family, and your friends. Eventually, you even left your small town behind.

"Does Jongho even have a license?" You mumbled your thought out loud and didn't expect an answer.

To your surprise Wooyoung turned his head to look at you, he smiled when he said, "Don't worry, I taught him."

Great. That wasn't reassuring at all.

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Heeeey, from your 1500 followers event, can I have enemies to lovers with kaeya and al haitham? Tysm have a great day and congrats 🤸‍♀️💗

i love academic rivals to lovers. thanks for the submission!

trope: enemies to lovers.

including: kaeya, al haitham

kaeya.

“knight.”

“captain.” you give kaeya your worst smile. “i suppose fate has brought us together again.”

“more like bad luck,” he clips back. kaeya got the orders last night—travel to the monstadt border to make sure everything is okay as strange reports have been occuring. it seemed easy enough, until he saw you were assigned to go with him.

“shall we?” you ask. you don’t wait for his response as you head towards the city gates.

a couple hours later, you and kaeya are still walking. he doesn’t talk to you, you don’t talk to him. you’d like the keep it that way, but it appears that kaeya doesn’t.

“how have you been?” he asks, breaking the silence. “i haven’t seen you since… well, you know.”

“yes, i do know,” you say, smiling tightly. this is the worst. “i’ve been doing well. and you?”

“likewise.” kaeya’s smile is all teeth.

after another hour, you and kaeya decide to set up camp for the knight. you start the fire—as per your pyro vision.

“wow, very impressive.”

“do you ever stop?” you ask.

“it’s too bad you weren’t ever made a captain,” kaeya continues.

“and it’s too bad that you were,” you bite back. kaeya looks like he wants to say something else before a noise catches both of your attentions. a second later, a group of hilichurls appear.

kaeya pushes you behind him. you shove yourself back next to him.

“i’m touched,” you say sarcastically.

“can’t you ever just— ugh, let’s just get this over with.” it doesn’t take long for you and kaeya to deal with the hilichurls. really, it’s akin to a warm up than an actual training exercise.

“that was easy.”

“you did great,” kaeya says genuinely. he takes a seat at the fire.

“…so did you,” you respond. you don’t sit right next to him, but you’re not too far, either. it’s strange, you think, as you and kaeya talk—not argue, talk. you still resent him a little since you wanted to be captain instead of him… but this was nice.

when you both fall asleep, and wake up not quite in each other’s arms, not quite not in each others arms, you have to consider whether you want to keep bickering with kaeya, or maybe explore something else. or both—you don’t actually think you could ever stop bickering back and forth with him, even if you tried.

al haitham.

“give. me. that.”

“no.” you give him a sweet smile. you and al haitham both clutch the same large book, essential to both of your individual research.

“i grabbed it first,” al haitham snaps.

“but i found it first!” you respond. you not-so subtly try to yank on it again, but al haitham doesn’t budge. “it’s not my fault you’re taller and reached it before me.”

“i’ll give it to you after.”

“after what? a month? two?”

you know how dedicated al haitham is to his search. while you, a fellow scholar, can admire it, you’re still annoyed how greedy he is with materials. to make things worse, you both need a lot of same papers and books to refer back to since your fields of search are so entwined.

“i promise after three months—“

“three months!”

“well? what else can i say? there aren’t any other copies, so three months is as good as it’s going to get, [name].”

“no.” you relax your grip ever so slightly on the book, and so does al haitham. “we’ll use it… together.”

al haitham looks at you as if you’re joking, but you look completely serious.

“we can’t—“

“we can,” you insist. “our research is similar, anyways. i’m sure it’ll be just fine.”

he considers. if al haitham was in your position having to wait three months for this particularly important book…

“fine,” he says at last. “but—“

al haitham doesn’t finish his sentence because you’ve just pressed a thank you kiss on his cheek. he stills, and you take that opportunity to finally yank the book out of his slackened grip, and bound off. over your shoulder you call, “just kidding! but thanks for generously letting my take this! see you in three months!”

al haitham just stares off as you exit the library, and touches his cheek. he fears he might be slightly blushing. he really needs to learn how to keep his guard up with you.

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taggedmemes · 8 months

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART TWO

we were running for our lives.

you led them straight to us.

ah, backstabbing. feels just like home.

this woman saved your pathetic life.

anything to save yourself, you coward.

arrogant prick had it out for me from day one.

coming back to this hellhole was a mistake.

i'd rather face another round of goblins than stay in this pit.

whatever your business, i'd see to it quickly.

you're brave to walk around without hiding your heritage.

we've known enough grief this tenday.

saw you fighting those slimy bastards.

it ain't much, but it might make a difference.

you'll need every bit of strength, trust me.

there isn't a bit of color in those cheeks.

even on a good day, half the camp acts like a bunch of screaming brats.

i'm tempted to smack them all on the backside.

you aren't gonna shoot me — your hands are shaking.

you're better than this.

those words could be your last.

i can't do it, i'm not like you.

i don't need you to be like me.

could just be good luck, but sooner or later it's bound to run out.

lives are at stake and the cowards only care about their bloody rituals.

those dirt-kissers would let us die.

i'll go where i please.

rare and intriguing on a day already packed with intrigue.

there's no overstating my disinterest.

i was concentrating on not dying.

you've proven your authority, now prove your mercy.

let's just clear the air about that now.

it's just an old wound that hurts me from time to time.

it's just something i have to live with.

what is youth if not a time to be forgiven for one's transgressions.

putting a child on display like that was monstrous.

she wasn't innocent, but that doesn't mean she was guilty.

our hospitality have its limits and they were crossed long ago.

you seem like a good soul.

you deserve a chance to save yourself.

you can't cure what you don't understand.

doubt we'll be safe here for long.

he's back with his tail between his legs.

you're the first bit of good faith we've had.

his confidence is an asset.

i thought we had something special.

i'll spend my evenings lounging here while you do all the hard work.

be wary of false promises.

more riddles from my resident jester.

i speak only what requires telling.

finally, some good fortune.

this could be our last night together.

we could find somewhere discreet right now.

brambles on bare skin aren't as fun in practice.

i can't afford to tire you out.

will this little adventure of ours be over?

will you miss me?

you've been to hells and back.

i'm not easily impressed by people, but you're stronger than i gave you credit for.

i am pretty impressive.

i was leagues away.

i just need to get some air, clear my head.

the moonlight shines warmly on us.

do you think me so sheltered?

something's special about us.

i'll not gamble our lives on people who are as good as dead.

if something happens to these people, it's on us.

i suggest you do as she says.

the last time a subordinate questioned my judgement, i ate tongue stew that very night.

you ought to reconsider keeping her around, before she causes real trouble.

if you've finished scowling at me, what comes next?

you ever scare me like that again, and i'll feed you to a gnoll.

i don't make a habit of threatening children.

i'd thought one like you might understand.

when a threat makes itself known, you remove it.

you showed great mettle.

you will do more than speak.

this tale ends but one way.

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NNN

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Gahyeon (FT Dreamcatcher)

Length: 10,300 +

Tags: Teasing, Slapping, Creampie

A/n- Happy last day of NNN. I have had this idea since april so its nice to finally write it. actually kinda happy how this one came out even tho the smut is not the best but i hope you enjoy.

November. One of the final months of the year. There are plenty of things that come to mind when you think of this time of year. In America it could be thanksgiving, to others it could signify that winter is coming. Whatever it was, you didn’t really care much.

It was the final day of October and you found yourself at home, doing what you do best.

“FUCK! FILL MY PUSSY UP DADDY!”

Gahyeons yells were your favorite things to listen to. As your throbbing cock plunged deep into the girl's pussy, you unleashed your load into her tunnel. The release of your semen served as a catalyst for your friend's orgasm. Her entire body began to shake, nearly falling to the ground.

Holding Gahyeon up, you continued to move your cock in and out slowly until she came back to her senses. Pulling out, your semen leaked down her legs, onto the shower floor.

Grappling a bit of soap you began to clean the mess on Gahyeon’s legs and finished up your shower. Once done, both you and Gahyeon made your way to the bedroom and changed into your clothes for work.

Once in the kitchen, your eyes went up to the clock and the wall and saw the time, it was already 7:30 am.

“GAHYEON! WE’RE LATE!”

Grabbing her hand, you ran to the garage of your house and jumped into your vehicle. As Gahyeon sat in the passenger seat, you backed out of your garage and began to speed towards your office. Your driving might have been a little erratic but you had to get to work. The sight that passed everyone was of a nice Porche, zooming past them at a rapid speed.

“Jesus Oppa. Why are you driving so wild?”

“Cause a certain little slut tempted me into having sex before work. Not only that, she continued to ask for more and more.”

“Hmph. Sounds like your own problem.”

As you started to get closer to the building, you began to hear a wet sound in your car. Taking a glance over, your eyes are met with a filthy sight. Gahyeon had her skirt raised a bit and she was playing with her folds.

“God. I love it when you call me a slut. Why don’t you pull over and Fuck me in this nice car?”

“First of all Gahyeon, we are already here so pull your skirt down!”

As your sentence ended, you pulled up to the security gate of the building. As the security guard got closer, you couldn’t help but notice Gahyeon was still playing with herself. Your hands rushed towards Gahyeon's skirt, pulling it down as well as taking her hands off her pussy.

Lowering the window, the security guard saw you and pressed the button to the gate.

“Have a good day Mr.Go as well as you Mrs.Lee.”

With a quick nod, you drove into the parking garage and sped your way up to the top floor. Once there you parked your car at the spot right next to the door. In front of you was a sign that always brought a little smile to your face.

Reserved for the CEO of the company.

Stepping out of the car, you made your way to the front door as Gahyeon ran behind you.

“You could wait, idiot.”

“I’m late! Hurry up.”

Scanning your keycard in your wallet, the front door opened as you made your way through the 2nd lobby. Yes, your building had a second lobby that was only for employees. This one happened to be on the 15th floor, connected to the parking garage.

As you took your small journey throughout the lobby, various employees said their good mornings to both you and the small Korean girl who was running behind you.

Luck must have been on your side as the elevator doors opened in front of you. As the employees who used the elevators exited, you began to enter until Gahyeon pushed you and went into the elevator first. With a glare, you entered the metal square and scanned your keycard on the reader. Once selected, muscle memory seemed to have taken over as you pressed the button to the Hundredth floor.

As the doors closed, your body felt the little jolt from the elevator starting its climb. The mellow little tune that was played in the hoist echoed through the apparatus as it began to move a little faster. As you were In your own world, you began to feel a hand touch your chest.

“What Gahyeon?”

“Well, the ride up to the top floor takes about Five more minutes. Why don’t we have some fun?”

A scoff is all that left your mouth as Gahyeon continued to move her hand around your chest.

“Daddy. I want some cock.”

Dropping to her knees, the young girl began to reach for your belt. Grabbing her hands, you managed to stop her before she got into your package.

“No Gahyeon. First of all, what if the elevator stops and someone walks in? Second, we need to look presentable if I have any meetings today.”

“Daddy, we both know your keycard gives you priority on the elevator. It will only stop at the floors you want. You also have spare clothes in your office for moments such as these. Please, Daddy.”

The look into Gahyeon’s hazel puppy eyes almost got you, but your mind shook it off. Pulling her up, Gahyeon stood next to you. You didn’t even need to face her, your ears could just pick up the disappointment in her tone as she sighed.

The next few minutes went by in silence between the two of you, the only source of sound being the mellow tune playing still. Those Five minutes passed by as you heard the ding of the elevator arriving at the top floor.

As the doors opened l, you were face to face with one of your secretaries who wasn’t happy at all.

“O-Oh. Hi Dami.”

“You’re late. Gahyeon, go to your desk. Kang-Dae, let’s go to your office now.”

With a nod, your legs followed behind the furious girl. Walking on the floor, you finally got close to your office doors and saw the rest of your coworkers there. The Five other women seemed to have mixed reactions to seeing you and Gahyeon.

Some Looked mad like Dami, while others were just giggling at the sight of you being nervous. As Gahyeon took her seat, Two of the other girls stood up and followed Dami and yourself. As Dami opened your office door, everyone in the line entered your office quickly.

“Sit!”

Despite being the CEO of this company, these girls made you seem like the rookie intern with how they spoke to you when mad. As you sat down, the cold leather seeped through your suit’s material. Noticing a cup of coffee, your hand reached out and picked it up.

Bringing the mug to your lips, you began to tilt the mug towards you to drink. Preparing for the hot coffee to burn your tongue, you took your first sip. Instead of scaled hot coffee pouring down your throat, you were met with a cup of ice-cold caffeine.

“THAT'S COLD!”

“It was warm but got cold waiting for you to get to work on time. So what’s the excuse, Kangdae?”

“Jiu. I- I was ready but-“

“I swear to god. If you give me a bullshit excuse I’ll murder you myself.”

The glare which Handong gave you sent chills down your spine.

“I- I was fucking Gahyeon in the shower.”

“Wow, shocker there.”

The sarcasm in Dami’s tone was almost poisonous as you just looked down.

“Look Oppa. We get it, it’s fun to have sex but you still have a company to run. You had a meeting this morning that you missed. You are lucky Jiu unnie was here early and took your place.”

Standing up, your legs brought you over to jiu. Wrapping your arms around her, you kept her in your embrace for a bit.

“Thank you Jiu Noona. I knew I could count on my COO. I was stupid and let my lust take over.”

“Well, you need to work on it. Whatever. The time for scolding you is over. We have a business to run.”

With a nod, you all made your way back out of your office and looked at the girls at their desks. Jiu was your COO of Go Tech and had her secretary Kim Sua and Lee Siyeon. Handong was your Chief Marketing Officer and her secretary was Kim Yoohyeon. Finally, Dami and Gahyeon were your secretaries. The top floor had 3 offices for the main bosses of the company and outside the offices were the desks of all the secretaries.

Standing in Secretaries Hall as you called it, all of the sitting women stood up and looked towards all of you.

“Ladies. Good morning and sorry for being late. Now let’s have a rundown of what we have planned today.”

Most of your schedules Intertwined with your own so it was common to have a daily meeting in the secretary hall before the rest of the day.

“Well, today is actually a pretty boring day. That morning's meeting with Apple was the only thing planned and Jiu unnie took care of it. They approved of the partnership and will send over documents that need to be signed.”

After hearing that from Dami, you looked over at Yoohyeon who began to talk about the other girl's Schedules.

“Handong and Jiu are gonna meet up with the development team to go over the final looks for the camera systems we will be putting in iPhones. after that, it’s a free day just like Kangdae’s.”

“Well then. Despite missing an important meeting it seems like the day is taken care of. Once again I would like to apologize for an issue arising.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it really was rising this morning.”

The sly comment from Yoohyeon was heard by everyone as the entire room filled with laughter.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Gahyeon last night told me we had a full day so I panicked at being late.”

“Well, she never was the brightest or best Secretary.”

The remark from Siyeon made Gahyeon pout.

“Don’t worry sweetie. At least you're good at pleasing your daddy’s cock.”

“Better than you at least.”

At first, you thought it was gonna be a cat fight but both girls began to laugh once more.

“Well then in that case I will go back to my office and look over some proposals that were sent in. I’ll meet you all for lunch across the street at noon.”

“Yes sir!”

With a quick bow, everyone went off to do their own thing as you went back to your office. Time to go over some small proposals then. Hours go by as you continued to go over plenty of idiotic proposals such as a phone cable that power a microwave. What the hell idea is that even?

As hours went by, you found yourself getting bored and in need of a bit of relief. Let’s just say you were able to get it without much work.

A sudden knock on the door brings you back to your senses. As the door opened you met face-to-face with Six of the girls.

“Almost Luc- oh there’s Yoohyeon.”

Sitting on your couch, your pants were pulled down to your ankles as the puppy bobbed her head on your cock. Despite having an audience, the young blonde girl continued having fun. Grabbing her hair, you formed it into a ponytail and began to push yoohyeon deeper into your rod. The constricting feeling around your shaft began to make your entire body get filled with chills.

“Fuck. Just a minute g-girls.”

“GLUK GLUK GLUK”

The repeated sounds coming from Yoohyeon’s throat brought you closer and closer to your peak as you felt a pair of hands pull your face. Seeing the pink hair flash by, you feel Jiu latch her lips onto your own as your orgasm finally arrives. Your legs began to jolt as your load made its way down into Yoohyeon’s throat.

A few seconds pass as the puppy removes her lips from your cock and gives your tip a few small kisses. The remaining bits of cum leaked out of your rod as yoohyeon stood back up, fixing her hair. From your lips, Jiu moved her head down and wrapped her mouth around your shaft. The small sucks on your tip made you squirm, your business partner milking the remaining cum out of you.

Once done, the bunny stood up just as Yoohyeon did earlier and made herself presentable once more. Pulling up your pants, you followed the girl's Example and fixed your suit after that activity. Looking up, your eyes noticed a bit of cum still around Jiu’s lips.

Just as you were about to mention to your friend that she had something still on her, a pair of feet went running closer to the three of you and pushed you to the side. Looking at the source, you see the small black-haired slut pulling Jiu closer to her.

Like a happy pet, Gahyeon’s tongue began to lick all over your friend's lips. Gathering the remaining Semen off of the COO’s oral cavity, Gahyeon put her tongue back in her mouth. Closing her eyes, small purrs left the Makena's mouth as she savored her favorite fluid.

“Alright alright. Everyone is good now. Let’s all go to lunch except for Gahyeon. I need you to drop off these documents to the legal department and you can meet us at the K-bbq restaurant.”

“Awe. Why do I have to drop these off? Can’t Daddy do it?”

“Gahyeon. We are at the office. It’s Mr. Go or Oppa to you. Secondly, he is the owner of this company. It falls on his secretaries to do things like this for him. Finally, you were the main reason he was late as well you were late yourself. You can work an extra five minutes for your tardiness.”

“Ok ok. I’ll go drop them off Dami unnie. Make sure to get some rice for my side dish.”

With a nod, you all left your office and made the small journey to the elevator. Pressing the button, you stood there having small talk with the girls until you heard the ding of the elevator. As the doors open, you are met once more with the same dull tune that was playing in the elevator earlier.

Stepping in, you scanned your keycard and pressed the button to go down to the main lobby. Gahyeon’s hand stretched out as she pressed the button to go down to the eightieth floor. As the elevator moved, you all were looking at your phones for a bit until the ding from the machine played through the four walls. As the doors opened, a small sigh could be heard from the Maknea as she got ready to drop the papers off.

“Don’t worry Gahyeon. We will be sure to save plenty of food for you.”

“Thank you dongie. I’ll see you all there in a few then.”

Stepping off the elevator, the door quickly closed as the rest of you went down to the lobby. Stepping off the elevator, you and your friends made your way through with employees saying their greetings. Despite Gahyeon, Yoohyeon, Dami, Siyeon, and Sua being secretaries, it’s very well known that they are to be treated as if they were company executives per your wishes.

Might sound dumb but you never wanted these girls to ever suffer with the stories that you heard of different companies. Funny enough, all the girls ended up wanting to fuck you so that’s how this all started. Back to the point, the girls were all highly respected and treated well.

Getting to the front door, your security Guards held the doors open and let the ladies and yourself out of the building. Walking for just a minute, your hand extended to open the front door to the restaurant. Pulling the door open, you held it for the ladies to enter and followed behind them.

The strong aroma of marinated beef hits your nose the first thing you enter the place. From just that smell, your mouth began to water as you imagined the food.

“Ah, Mr. Go. Your table is all set in the corner. We will bring various portions of meat as always but is there anything different you would like today?”

“Oh. Gahyeon would like Rice today instead of Ramen. We will go to our table. She should be here soon, Somin.”

“Very well then. I’ll have them bring over your food in just a moment.”

Once done informing of the menu change, the girls as well as yourself made your way over to the table that already had beef cooking. Taking your seats, you took over from the worker who was taking care of the meat and began to flip it. Soon various sides as well as other raw meats began to fill the table.

Every Tuesday, your entire bunch came to eat at this same place. It was just a habit at this point but it was always just as delicious as the first time you tried the food in this place. Quickly the meat that was on the charcoal stove cooked and reached the perfect temperature.

Just as you finished cutting the beef up, the hungry wolves dug in. Piece after piece of the juicy protein left the stove, leaving you with only a few small pieces for your rice. Placing another order of raw meat, you began to finally enjoy your meal.

“So. How did the morning meeting go? Was there any hesitation in our terms?”

Finishing her mouthful, Jiu took a sip of her drink and spoke up.

“When they heard the initial price we were asking yes but with the final demonstration of the product they couldn’t wait to sign the papers.”

“Well thank you once more for taking care of it. Sometimes I don’t think much about some of my actions.”

“Yeah. Cause most of your thinking is done with your dick. I don’t think I have ever met anyone who fucks as much as you do. Well, maybe Gahyeon but still, my point stands.”

That statement from Siyeon caused all the girls to just nod their heads in agreement.

“Hey! I don’t think I’m that bad.”

“Yoohyeon literally sucked you off before we came here. Shit, even Jiu unnie got some of your load.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that they wanted to also, Sua.”

“Oh, Kangdae. Let’s face it. You’re a sex addict basically. We just help feed your needs as you call them. You take one of us home every day. It’s even scheduled by what day it is now.”

As your eyes moved from Siyeon, you were faced with more nods from all the other girls. That part was true. Last night being Monday was the night you took Gahyeon home. Tonight would be Yoohyeon who got a bit of a head start already.

“Kangdae. We have been friends for almost ten years now and since I met you, there hasn’t been a day where you didn’t cum.”

You couldn’t argue with Dami as she said those words. She slept over so often and helped you at times that she knew all your habits when it came to those matters.

“Look Kangdae. We get that sex is fun but you need to have a little more control. I happen to have a great idea for that to happen.”

Those words from Dami made you a bit nervous but interested.

“Ok, Dami. What’s the so-called great idea you have?”

“Easy. Tomorrow is the first day of November. Let’s see if you can last all of No Nut November without cuming. We can even make a little bet on it.”

“What does the winner get then?”

“Well if the ladies have any ideas they can pitch in.”

Handong began to jump up and down at her idea.

“2 Million USD each!”

Cheers came from each of the girls before you could even agree. At this point, it wasn’t a suggestion anymore.

“Ok fine. If I lose you will get that money but what do I get if I win?”

The sizzling of the grill was all that could be heard for a few seconds until a cough was heard from your right side. Looking at the source, you could see a certain pink-haired COO getting everyone’s attention.

“I know what his reward should be. Our dear Kangdae had been asking for a vacation for almost two years now but with the new phone camera we were creating, we kept telling him no. Should you win, We will handle the rest of the Apple deal logistics as well as other things and you can head to a nice vacation.”

The words vacation were music to your ears. Like Jiu had said before, it has been two years since your last vacation and that was even cut short to start work on your major deal. This is what you needed.

You should have thought about this bet even more maybe, but the sound of relaxing by a beach with a drink in your hand was fabulous.

“Ok ladies. We have a deal. If I lose, you each get 2 Million USD but if I win I get to go on vacation early.”

“That sounds like a plan. No cumming until December. All else is fair game. Shake on it, Kangdae?”

Extending your hand out, you grabbed Jiu’s and shook it as she asked.

“Very well Kim Minji. May the best man or woman win.”

With that, the bet was on. Sitting back down, your server brought over Gahyeon’s bowl of rice and placed it at the empty seat. Your mind finally goes back to thinking of other things, such as where Gahyeon could be. The universe must have heard your thoughts as the young secretary came running towards the table.

“God! Jin-Ho from legal would not shut up. He kept talking about himself and how he was such a catch for the ladies. I could tell he was hinting that he should take me on a date but the second I mentioned you he shut up.”

“If he bothers you a lot, just let me know.”

Serving yourself a few pieces of the cooked meat, you then grab your chopsticks ready to eat. The keyword was ready as Gahyeon began to eat the food off your plate. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a few more pieces from the stove and began to eat.

“So what did I miss?”

A giggle left the other girls' mouths as they faced Gahyeon.

“Well, Gahyeon. Kangdae made a bet and if we win, we get 2 Million dollars. If he wins then he gets to go on vacation earlier than he had planned.”

“So this is my chance to get rich! What does he have to do?”

The smile and happy tone from Gahyeon showed you she was excited about this.

“He has to succeed in No Nut November.”

Laughter filled the table once more as you looked around but when your eyes met Gahyeon’s, she didn’t look happy.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS TO SUCCEED IN NO NUT NOVEMBER?”

Your hand reacted on its own as you covered the Korean girl's mouth. Looking around, you breathed a sigh of relief there was no one else but the girls around to hear that.

“Don’t yell!”

Pulling your hand back, you saw the glare from Gahyeon continue.

“So Oppa isn’t allowed to cum all of November?”

“Correct our dear maknea. Why?”

“Oppa should have asked me first! I love Oppa fucking me!”

“Gahyeon, it’s just a month. Plus there are also other ways Kangdae can satisfy you. He can still fuck you but just not cum. Or he can cum and just give us the 2 Million each.

That statement from Sua made you think for a second. That was a loophole. You could fuck a girl but just not cum. Not a fun loophole though.

“I don’t care about 2 Million dollars. I want Oppa to fuck me and fill me with cum. It’s no fun if he doesn’t stuff my pussy with his seed.”

“Ok Gahyeon, let's calm down. I don’t have to ask you for permission to do this ok? Also if you really want to get stuffed, go find a boy toy for November.”

“Please Oppa. We both know you’re the only man that can properly satisfy me.”

“Well, you will have to wait till December Little one. Let’s just enjoy our lunch now. Please Gahyeon.”

“Yes, Gahyeon. Just eat your meal please.”

As you and Dami reminded Gahyeon of her meal, the maknae picked up her chopsticks and ate begrudgingly. As soon as your meals were finished, the eight of you made your way back up to the office to finish your work day.

Time was kind to you as the rest of the afternoon went by in a flash. With only 2 hours left in your day and nothing to do, you decided it was a good enough time to go home. As your legs pushed up from your seat, your hands put away the leftover documents on the desk.

Once cleaned up, you made your way to the door and grabbed your suit jacket from the coat rack. Opening the door, you stepped out of your office and looked around. Most of the girls could be seen diligently working, except for yoohyeon who was typing away on her phone, and Gahyeon who wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Heading home?”

“Yeah, I finished what I needed to finish today. I’m sure there will be more to do tomorrow. What are you up to Dami?”

“Just going through the proposals you denied to see if you might have missed any good ideas.”

Some people might take offense to what Dami was doing but being your best friend, you trusted her to make sure you didn’t miss a good chance.

“Well then. I will leave you to it. I'm taking Yoohyeon home. Goodnight ladies. Yoohyeon, let’s go!”

Just like the eager puppy she is, Yoohyeon jumped out of her seat and grabbed her things. She was ready in a matter of seconds and stood by your side.

“Good night girls. I’ll drain him enough tonight so he thinks he has a chance.”

Small giggles were heard from the girls as you just rolled your eyes. Extending out your arm, Yoohyeon took hold with her own and began walking with you. As you made the small journey to the elevator, you began to get closer to the break room on your floor.

As you got within ear range, you began to hear a wet sound come from the room as well as moans. Slowing down a bit, you and Yoohyeon snuck up to the break room door and peeked inside.

You would say it was a surprising sight but it really wasn’t. Gahyeon had her skirt up while she was sitting on the table, playing with a dildo. As the plastic toy plunged into her depths, you and Yoohyeon continued to watch as the young girl continued to play with herself.

As Gahyeon’s eyes opened a bit, she noticed the two of you watching and just smirked.

“Fuck. Are you sure y-you want to do this bet Oppa? You know how good we make you cum.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Gahyeon. Just have your orgasm and get back over to your desk. Have a good night.”

Walking away from that dirty scene, you can hear the wet sound of Gahyeon’s pussy swallowing the plastic penis. Walking away from that did happen to cause a rise in your pants. As you stood by the elevator waiting for it to arrive, you began to feel a hand rub over your clothed phallus.

“No Yoohyeon. Later ok?”

“Ugh fine.”

At that exact time, the elevator arrived and opened up. As you both stepped in, you took a glance at Yoohyeon who just had a smirk on her face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Confused, you just looked forward and continued your ride down to the parking lot lobby.

10 mins later

Outside the little sounds of cars, beeping can be heard in the distance as a squeaking sound gets louder and louder. In an empty corner of the parking lot away from others. A nice blue car can be seen bouncing up and down.

“F-Fuck Yoohyeon. I-I meant when we get home.”

As the blonde girl rode your length, she grabbed her blouse and unbuttoned it. The white bra holding her perky tits came undone with your help. Yoohyeon always knew you loved to at least look at them.

“P-Please. I need to fuck you as much as possible today.”

Bringing your hands to the girl's hips, Yoohyeon brought her chest back a bit and began to grind on your length. Using your strength, you helped Yoohyeon increase her grinding on your rod. The grunts from the two of you continued to grow but you wanted to reach your peak quickly.

Picking up your friend, you began to shove her down on your length once more. The sudden constriction from Yoohyeon’s walls let you know she was getting close. Normally, sex with Yoohyeon wouldn't be this quick but this wasn’t the best place to be having fun.

Speeding up as fast as possible, the young woman began to shake all over your body l. The sudden pulses from her cavern caused you to reach your peak. Shot after shot of your semen filled her pussy to the brim. A minute passes as you raise the puppy off your length, helping her sit down in the passenger seat. Grabbing your clothes, you both changed back into your clothes and got ready to leave.

The roar from your engine hit your ears as you pulled out of the parking spot. Best not to linger after your little session.

“I’ll order some pizza so we don’t have to leave your home today.”

“You read my mind.”

Speeding home, you got home quickly and parked your car in the garage. Stepping out of your vehicle, you saw the delivery driver pull up with your food. Walking towards him, you grabbed the pizza and began to walk back to your home. Yoohyeon stood by your front door waiting for you to come in.

“Let’s go eat.”

“Absolutely. You're gonna need your energy.”

Safe to say you didn’t get much sleep that night.

November 2nd

Day two of thirty. The first day was easier than you thought. Last night you took Handong home and her being one of the calmest girls didn’t push for sex after you said no.

Your schedule with the girls was this.

Sunday - Minji aka Jiu

Monday - Gahyeon

Tuesday -Yoohyeon

Wednesday - Handong

Thursday - Siyeon

Friday - Bora aka Sua

Saturday - Yubin aka Dami

Tonight Siyeon will be coming home with you which could be a little difficult. Compared to the other girls, Siyeon just screamed seductress. Her gaze alone at times made you just hard.

As you were thinking about how the night would go, a sudden knock at the door got your attention. As the door flung open, you saw a black-haired girl walk into your office. As she walked over, she stared into your eyes lustfully.

“I brought you some coffee, Kangdae. Here you go.”

Placing the mug down, Siyeon then sat down on your desk and looked at you. Grabbing her pen, Siyeon then bit it and continued her glare at you.

“You look good. Red was always a great color on you. I especially love the red shade I see when I’m sucking your throbbing cock.”

Those words along with her gaze made shivers run down your spine. As your cock began to harden, Siyeon began to giggle at your discomfort.

“Aweeee Mr. Go. Are you getting hard?”

Removing the pen from her mouth, Siyeon then threw it to the ground.

“Oops.”

Just like in your common porn video, the woman stood up and bent over in front of you. Her tight brown skirt did little to hide the shape of her ass. Out of reflex, your hand went forward and began to get a handful of it.

“That’s it. Grab my ass sir.”

Grabbing Siyeon’s hips, you pulled the young woman towards you and sat her on your legs. As Siyeon faced you once more, you grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. No fighting was needed as you pushed your tongue into her mouth. It might have just been a kiss but it had all the ability to make you fuck this girl. That was until the small part in your brain reminded you of the bet.

Despite all your senses telling you no, you pulled your face away from Siyeon. As you opened your eyes, you were met with an angry look from the wolf.

“I wasn’t done.”

“Sadly I have some work I need to get done. Thank you for the coffee.”

“Oh come on. Work sounds so boring now. Why don’t you bend me over this table and pound the shit out of my pussy?”

“I-I have to look over this. I’ll see you later.”

Rolling her eyes, Siyeon then hopped off your legs and walked out of the office. The rest of the day went by in a flash with The rest of the girls busy for the rest of the day. When you got home with Siyeon, she continued to try kissing you but you decided to limit those actions to not tempt yourself more. Safe to say she wasn’t happy you didn’t break.

November 11th

The last week was torture. All of the girls attempted all of their little teases But Gahyeon was the most motivated to get you to lose. Right now you found yourself at home, laying in bed. Sua had plans to hang out with an old high school friend so you were just resting. After a long day, sleep was all you needed.

You weren’t sure what time it was as your body began to wake up. Your eyes were still closed yet your body seemed to have neurons firing off rapidly. A wet feeling could be felt down in your nether region as your eyes began to flutter open.

“Hmm.”

Looking down, you saw the sheets covering your body. Taking hold, you removed the covers from your body, seeing a long black-haired figure over your cock. Moving her hair a bit, you immediately saw the Maknea licking your length with her tongue.

“Fuck Gahyeon. More please.”

With a little nod, the girl wrapped her lips around the tip of your rod and began to give it small sucks. With the feeling of Gahyeon’s mouth taking over your mind, you brought your hand to her head and began to push her down on your length. The tight sensation from her throat made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. After just a few days, you needed this.

Bringing her head off your shaft, Gahyeon continued to drag her tongue around your penis.

“This is so much better than a bet. Right Oppa?”

It wasn’t until the girl said those words that you remembered the wager with the girls. Despite that amazing sensation on your length, you wanted to see if you could last the full month. Your own body almost fought you as your hand pushed Gahyeon off your cock.

“A-As much fun as this is. I want to win this bet sweetie. Let’s just go back to sleep.”

“But I want to fuck. Let me hop on Oppa.”

As your friend raised her waist to jump on your length, your hands grabbed her waist and threw her on the bed.

“No Gahyeon. Let’s just sleep.”

“I WANT YOUR COCK!”

The woman once more reached for your penis but you pushed her hands away. Standing up, you ran to the door as the grumpy girl ran after you. Leaving your room, you ran across the hallway and entered the next-door bedroom. With a quick swish, the bedroom door closed as you locked it behind Gahyeon.

“Oppa, let me in. I need to cum on your cock please”

“NO GAHYEON. GOODNIGHT.”

The pounding on the door continued for a few minutes until you were met with silence. Taking that chance, you closed your eyes and went back to dreamland.

The sound of birds hit your ears the next morning. After shaking your limbs, you stood up from the bed and made your way to the door. Unlocking it, you took a quick peek outside and saw the coast was clear.

Heading to the kitchen, you grabbed some coffee from the pot and drank some to wake yourself up. The sound of a door opening gets your attention as footsteps begin to get closer. Once passed the

Hallways, the small brat from last night walks in and sits at the table.

Her eyes were barely open so being a kind friend, you grabbed another mug and brought her a cup of coffee as well. As she took the coffee, you could see she was still grumpy about the night before. Sitting back down, the two of you drank your coffee in silence until the girl spoke up.

“Can we fuck now?”

“W-What? No Gahyeon.”

The rest of your afternoon ended up being a lot the same. Gahyeon asking for sex and making moves and you saying no. Just a few more weeks of this.

November 19th

8 pm. You currently found yourself in a restaurant surrounded by three other people. Picking up your glass of wine, you are suddenly shocked by a question you’re asked.

“So Kangdae sweetie. When are you and Yubin gonna give us grandchildren?”

You nearly choked when you heard that question from your mother. Dami began to pat you on the back as she thought of a response.

“Well, Mrs.Go. We are both pretty occupied with our careers. I’m his brain at times at the company so he needs me. Maybe once we get married.”

“Well, then you should get married soon then.”

“‘Mom. We will get married when we get married. Please don’t push the matter any further. Dad, can you back me up here?”

“He’s right dear. That between them. Let’s just enjoy our dinner with them.”

With a nod, you continued to enjoy your family dinner. Maybe a little too much as Yubin ended up tipsy from her glasses of wine. She never was the best drinker but wanted a sip every once in a while. Once the dinner was over, you drove yourself and your girlfriend home.

Parking your vehicle in your garage, you stepped out of your car and made your way over to the passenger seat. As you pinned the door, you extended your hand and helped Yubin out. Despite being tipsy, Dami easily made her way into your home and then your bedroom.

Entering your bedroom, you saw Yubin reaching back for the zipper of her dress. Getting next to her, you helped her bring her zipper down and removed her blue dress. As the dress fell from her body, your eyes were blessed with seeing the black bra and panties remaining on her body.

Getting closer to you, Dami begins to help you remove your tie and dress shirt from your body. The cotton shirt quickly comes off as your girlfriend wrapped her arms around your neck.

“Was a nice dinner. It was good to see your parents.”

“Yeah. Next time we can meet up with your parents. I haven’t seen them in a little bit.”

“That would be nice. Just be ready for them to ask about babies like your own parents.”

“Eh, I don’t mind the questions. It just caught me off guard.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind either.”

Looking into your girlfriend's eyes, you leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. As you began to pull your face back, Dami pulled your face back towards her and on her neck. Taking that sign, you began to give her skin small kisses. As you continued to pepper her neck with kisses, you began to give her small bites to mark your territory.

“Fuck. How long has it been since we had sex?”

“Two months but who’s counting?”

“Hehe. Maybe we should start that family your parents were talking about.”

Sex with Dami was the rarest out of all the bunch despite her being your girlfriend. She didn’t have a big enough sex drive to keep up with you. That’s the main reason why she let you sleep around with the rest of the girls.

“Fuck. You really want to tempt me huh sweetie?”

“Come on. What’s the harm with a little fun?”

“I want to win this bet Dami. I somehow have gotten this far. I’m proud of myself.”

Dami must have sensed the sincerity in your tone as she kissed you on the cheek and pulled away. The smile on your face lets you know she wouldn't push you any further. You truly loved this woman.

Just as you were gonna hop into bed, the bedroom door swung open. Both you and Dami looked at the door and saw a nude Gahyeon entering the bedroom.

“If you won’t fuck him I will.”

The small girl then started to run towards you and jumped in your direction. You were thankful the bed was behind you as you moved to the side, letting Gahyeon jump on top of it. Just like the week before you made a rush for the door, across the hallway with Dami in tow.

Once in the spare bedroom, you closed the door and locked it behind the two of you. The pounding from the bratty girl started as you and Dami just laid down in bed. Guess she didn’t learn from the last time.

November 27th

Your entire week got harder as the end of the month got closer. The girls would constantly flirt as well as touch you all over. You decided not to bring any of the girls home but Yubin for safety of losing the bet. Easy to say all the girls weren't fans of that, but a specific tiny Maknea was the maddest.

It was a Sunday and you found yourself at the mall, buying a few new ties for work. As you walked around the store, a ping from your pocket got your attention. Bringing your phone out, you saw it was a message from Gahyeon and opened it.

All eyes shot on you as a certain recording began to play.

“DADDY I MISS YOUR DICK! COME FUCK ME.”

The repeated wet sloshing sound echoed as you tried to turn the video off. The universe must have wanted to embarrass you as your device froze at that moment. The only thing you could do at that moment was run out of the mall, all eyes staring and hearing what was playing on your phone.

As you sat in your car, your phone finally forced restart and stopped the video. Wanting to get away, you began your engine and drove away from the mall. As you drove, your mind slowly went back to thinking about the video.

From the looks of it, Gahyeon was on a couch with some fingers in her snatch. The thing was the video was at an angle that Gahyeon couldn’t have recorded the video herself. Probably something to think about later.

As you finished the drive to your home, you began to pull up your driveway and see you got another message. Stopping a little short of the garage, you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

Come in daddy. We’re waiting.

Yeah, she was in your home. It was abundantly clear she was here to have sex so you shouldn't go in. Well, she certainly piqued your interest by saying “we’re here”. Who was the other person in your home right now?

Despite knowing you shouldn't, you made your way toward the front door, leaving your vehicle in the driveway. Pressing the key code, you hear the latch from the door lift itself unlocking it. Pushing the door open, sudden sounds hit your ears as you walked in. Closing the door behind you, your legs brought you to the living room and an amazing sight.

Gahyeon had her legs split open while some other girl had her mouth down on her pussy. Gahyeon’s moans filled the room as she looked up and saw you.

“Hi, Daddy. It’s so nice of you to join us. Come meet Ahn Yujin. She’s the newest intern at Go tech and a dear friend of mine. Say hi Yujin.”

“Hi, sir or should I say, daddy? Gahyeon tastes so sweet. Would you like a try?”

The tall girl then stood up from her knees and walked over to you. With each sway of her hips, the more you felt your pants tighten. Once in front of you, the young intern brought her face to yours and planted her lips on your own. You were a bit surprised but gave in to the kiss. As your tongue began to move around her lips, you began to get the aftertaste and Gahyeon’s juices.

The stubble taste of her juices took over your mind. Pulling back from the kiss, you dropped down to your knees and crawled towards the brat. Wrapping both arms around her legs, you then pushed your face down to her snatch and gave it a quick kiss.

Stretching out your tongue, you began to give her folds little licks to tease her.

“Come on daddy. Just eat my pussy already.”

Hearing those words, your tongue began to speed up with the licks to her folds. Bringing your hand towards her pussy, you then stretched open the lips of her cavern and found her little nub. Moving your tongue to the erect button, you repeatedly flicked your tongue on it causing the girl the jump from the stimulation.

Looking up quickly, you saw Yujin wrapping her mouth around her senior's nipple. As you played with her clit, Yujin sucked on her breast causing Gahyeon to moan louder and louder. With each flick of your tongue, you have her pink clit a small suck, making the young woman jump around.

Using all the strength and speed in your mouth, you repeatedly attacked her snatch with all you could. The multiple points of stimulation caused Gahyeon to reach her peak. As the woman jolted around, you held down on her lower body and continued to attack her folds. A rush of fluids hit your face as you continued to play with her pussy. The tangy taste of her juices blessed your mouth as you drank as much as possible.

Finally calming down, Gahyeon began to gasp for air and calmed her muscles. Removing your face from her private parts, you saw that Yujin was still giving her breast a few sucks before removing her lips from her nipple.

“That mouth really works its magic. Let’s get that cock out now.”

As both girls reached out for your pants, your brain finally kicked back on as you jumped away.

“U-Um another time.”

Just like the other times you ran away from Gahyeon as well as Yujin and made it to your car. A hotel room ended up being your home for the night.

November 29th

Today was the final day. Somehow Kangdae lasted almost the full month. The other girls were interested in the money but you, you just wanted to fuck him.

As you sat around the barbecue table, a sudden tap on the shoulder brought you back to your senses.

“Gahyeon. What’s up? You aren’t eating.”

“I want some cum.”

All the girls took a glance at you and rolled their eyes.

“Well, it seems that Kangdae will actually win this bet. All you need to do is wait one more day and you get to fuck him.”

“But I want to fuck him today. It’s pure torture.”

“We should have made the bet to see if you could go a month without sex.”

“Funny. Now, what do I do?”

“Gahyeon. I tell you this as your friend and his girlfriend. Sex with Kangdae is amazing but you can live without it. I don’t fuck him often. Maybe it will do you some good to try to last today as well. Plus what can you do? Tie him up and fuck him while he sleeps?”

Everyone could tell you had a plan as a smirk appeared on your face.

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After a long day, you ended up going home. It was quite a busy day so you went home late. As you walked into your bedroom, you closed the door behind you and locked it. You weren’t sure if you could trust any of the girls tonight.

Taking off your suit, you grabbed the pajamas off your bed and put them on. Laying down on your bed, you went under your covers. Looking to the side, your eyes saw the alarm clock. The time was 11:50 pm. As you closed your eyes, you quickly drifted off to sleep.

You weren’t sure what time it was as you felt a tight feeling on your cock. This was familiar. As you opened your eyes you saw the lights on in your room. Looking forward, you saw a figure standing over your length. As your hands tried to move forward you felt some resistance stopping you from grabbing the girl. As your eyes finally adjusted, you finally recognized who was riding you. It was Gahyeon.

“G-Gahyeon. What are you doing?”

“I- I need your cum in me. So just sit there daddy and enjoy.”

Gahyeon had a long sleeve shirt on with a jean skirt. The shirt was tight enough to highlight her large breasts. Your mouth began to water a bit at the beautiful sight that was Gahyeon. As the girl lowered her upper body, she began to bounce harder on your length. The deeper you went into her walls the more pleasure you both received.

As much fun as you were having, you wanted to win this bet. Your arms kept tugging at the restraints on your limbs. Seeing it was your ties, you continued to pull on them, getting them slowly undone. Gahyeon seemed to notice this as she grabbed your arms and continued to ride you. Slowing her hips a bit, Gahyeon began to grind her body on yours and rubbed her clit on your skin.

Using this to reach her peak Gahyeon sped up her grinding and began to shake on top of you. The sudden pulsation from her walls overpowered your self-restraint as you began to thrust up into her cavern. It must have been the lack of cuming that your peak quickly arrived. With one final thrust, you pushed your length into her pussy and began to unload your semen into her cavern.

Shot after shot of your load filled the young girl as she yelled.

“FUCK YES. FILL MY PUSSY DADDY.”

Your grunts and her yells were all that could be heard in your room. You honestly weren’t sure how much you came in her but the leaking cum from her pussy let you know it was a lot. Finally calming down, Gahyeon hopped off your dick and brought her face to it. Licking the remaining cum off your tip, you continued to jump around from the overstimulation.

Once happy, the brat brought her face off your nether region and stood up.

“Fucking finally. Do you know how long I was waiting for that?”

All you could do was grunt at the girl. You were angry at the girl And she could tell. With a small giggle, she walked over to your table and grabbed her phone. As she typed away on her device, you found your hands finally undoing the knots that were tied. As your hands finally got free, you quickly undid the ones on your legs and stood up.

Gahyeon seemed to be very distracted as you stood behind her. A small giggle left her mouth as you put your hands on her shoulders.

“Now you’ve done it.”

With all your strength, you threw Gahyeon onto your bed and looked at her angrily.

“I could have won Gahyeon! I wanted to be able to do this!”

“U-Um Oppa. Look at the time.”

Taking a small glance at the alarm clock, you finally noticed the time. It was 12:10 am. It couldn't have been more than 5 mins since you finished in her.

“You won Oppa. I just happened to start a little late. Otherwise, you would have lost.”

It was true. You did win the bet officially but you were still mad. Don’t get it wrong, Gahyeon didn’t force you, your body began to thrust on its own out of habit. It was just about seeing your limits.

“Well then. If you want to have sex with me so much then let’s have some fun.”

Reaching up for Gahyeon’s shirt, you ripped it off her and saw her breasts without a bra on. Without any words, Gahyeon pulled down her skirt and threw it to the side.

“Finally. Fuck me like you mean it, daddy.”

You had every intention of making her eat those words. Dropping on top of Gahyeon, you attached your lips to her right nipple, sucking aggressively. With each suck you gave, your mouth also gave a little bite. Responding to the aggressive action towards her breast, Gahyeon just moaned and laughed at your actions.

“I know you love my tits. You’re stupid for even going a day without sex.”

Pulling your head back, you brought your left hand to her left nipple and pinched it. A small jolt came from her body as you gave her nipple another punch. Raising your right hand, you brought it down swiftly and slapped her right tit.

“A-Ah”

From that sound, you could tell the actions were a bit aggressive for the girl but you weren’t even close to done. Slap after slap you hit both of her breasts as you gave her nipples strong pinches in between each strike. As her breast turned red, your length came back to life matching the same shade as hers.

Grabbing Gahyeon’s waist, you flipped her body over and saw her nice ass in front of you. Despite the rough actions on her mounds, your eyes picked up how wet her pussy was.

“Jesus you slut. I slap your tits a bunch yet you still get wet?”

“D-Daddy.”

Without warning, you lined up with her folds and pushed your way in. Despite being in her snatch just a few minutes ago, Gahyeon was still unbelievably tight. As your left hand took hold of her waist, you began to move your rod in and out of her pussy. Starting at a slower speed, you quickly began to fuck her snatch more aggressively.

Just as you did earlier, you raised your hand and began to slap her body aggressively. This time her ass began to turn as red as her tits did. With each slap, you matched your thrust into her walls. The grooves from inside the maknea’s walls fit around your rod just perfectly.

As her ass finally turned bright red, your hand moved from slapping her butt and moved up her body. Wrapping your right arm under Gahyeon’s, you brought her upper body closer to your own and began to kiss her ear. Moving back to her neck you continued as earlier and bit on her neck. As you continued to mark your territory, the bratty girl continued to moan repeatedly from your assault on her body.

“F-Fuck. I-It’s cute you’re mad.”

Just hearing her speak made you mad. Bringing your hand to her neck, you grabbed it and began to tighten your hold. The more you constrict your hand on the girl, the more her walls tighten around your cock.

“God, you are a slut. A bratty slut. You’re probably enjoying this more than me.”

“I-I f-fucking IM CUMMING!”

You didn’t even get a chance to stop as the bratty girl came on your shaft. The hold on her neck must have gotten insanely tight as her body suddenly dropped a bit. Worried, you let go and saw Gahyeon gasp for air then laugh.

“G-Gotcha.”

Annoyed that the girl was still playing even after all this, your length continued to ram into her pussy despite having just came.

“H-Hold on daddy. I-I just came.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

Each thrust into her walls caused the spoiled brat to shake more and more in your hold. The fluids from her snatch began to leak out as your rod reached the depths of her walls. The sudden constriction around your shaft let you know she was about to cum again. Slowing down your movements. Gahyeon began to whine.

“Please daddy. Let me cum again.”

“Another orgasm. Greedy much Gahyeon?”

“JUST FUCK ME!”

Bringing her hips down on your length was enough for the brat to begin to shake all over your bed. The rush of fluids hit your legs as the girl just panted for air. Angry at her disobeying you, you took hold of her hips and rammed your length into her. As she continued to flop all over the place, you felt your peak finally arriving.

Flipping Gahyeon over, you increase the speed at which you piston into her cavern. The screams from Gahyeon echoed throughout your home. Even though you were overstimulating Gahyeon you could see the hint of a smirk on her face.

Using all the strength left at that moment you shoved your shaft into the deepest corner of Gahyeon’s pussy. The smirk was gone as her entire body began to shake all around.

“D-Daddy S-Stop.”

“N-Not until I cum.”

Raising her upper body, you attached your lips back to Gahyeon’s nipple and gave it a few more sucks. That was enough for Gahyeon to yell in your ears and cum once more. As her walls tightened around cock, you shoved yourself one more time into her walls. Your rod began to shoot shot after shot of semen into her womb. You somehow threw seven ropes of your load into the brat.

The girl was nearly passed out on the bed after the constant orgasms you were giving to her. As your peak ended, you fell on the side of the bed and lay next to Gahyeon.

Honestly. You weren’t sure how Gahyeon came that many times and that fast. Must have been a mix of things. You being aggressive, that lack of dick she had in the entire month. Must have been how you also had two major loads stored in your body.

“Fuck that was good.”

“God. The girls should have made that bet with you, not me.”

“Funny, Dami said the exact same thing. I’m just glad we both had fun.”

“Oh, we aren’t done Gahyeon. We are just getting started with this little session.”

“W-Wait I’m sore!”

You didn’t even give her a chance to react as your mouth moved down to her folds. Easy to say that both of you had your fill of sex for the day.

December 1st.

Walking out of the elevator, Gahyeon followed you walking funny towards her desk. The rest of the girls all noticed this and began to laugh. They had never seen Gahyeon this sore after one of your nights. All of the girls surrounded the girl's desk as you stood next to her.

“So I hear congratulations are in order Kangdae. Gahyeon tested us last night to tell us she broke you but ten minutes too late.”

“Well, I’m still mad she broke me ten minutes later but thank you. Actually, Gahyeon I had the door locked. How did you get in?”

“I was hiding in your closet until you fell asleep. Then when you passed out I used your ties to get your limbs strapped down.”

“Well, I think Kangdae got his revenge. I have never seen you wobble like that.”

Everyone on the top floor began to laugh at Sua’s statement.

“Well, either way. A bet is a bet and you won Kangdae. When will you leave for your vacation?”

As Jiu finished asking her question, the ding from the elevator got everyone’s attention. A minute passed as you heard some footsteps get close until a person was in front of you. It was your security guard.

“Ah, there you are, Sir. Your ride to the airport is here. They told me to tell you all the luggage was brought into your plane already.”

“Thank you Hakkun. We will be down in a bit.”

As your security guard left you felt a little tap on your shoulder. The source? Your girlfriend.

“What do you mean we?”

“Oh, I decided ladies. We are all heading to Mexico since vacation alone would be boring. I already got people to take care of the rest of the things for a week. Let’s go!”

You didn’t need to repeat yourself as all the girls ran towards the elevator with you in tow. Stepping in, you all began to talk to each other and mess around. As you finally reached the lobby you felt a kiss on your cheek. Yoohyeon was standing next to you smirking.

“Me and the ladies are gonna leave you limping like Gahyeon by the end of this vacation.”

Looking around, you saw all the girls giving you a dangerous look. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you would survive this vacation but if you survived No Nut November then you can probably do this.

You can, right?

A/n 2- So I hope you liked it. it real talk I'm a bit in the dumps towards writing smut so i might take a long break or just quit smut writing. who knows but I guess we will see. Ty again

#dreamcatchersmut #gahyeonsmut #kpopsmut #smut

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The 1

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: After two years, destiny put them together to fix things out.

Warnings: none, just a poorly written english (not my first language) and sad swiftie's drabble. Also some personal words i'd like to say to him.

A/N: It took me some time to finish this one, but when I was writing the part 1, already knew that part 2 would be with this song.

TYSM for being here tolerating my bad writing :)

Now to the good stuff, SUMMONING ALL LANCE GIRLIES!!!!

This oneshot has a part 1

Taglist: @motorsp0rt, @mirrorball-6

2 years have passed since the last time they saw each other. Two years since y/n had her heart broken by one of her favorite persons in the world. She took six months to finally get through what happened at the cafe with Lance. She got back to work and tried to live through it, because deep down, she knew that he was out there living his life with the other girl he took home and it wasn’t fair for her to be the only one frozen in time.

After those six months, y/n’s boss got her a recommendation letter to work as a social media in one of the formula one teams. Later, she found out that the job was at Mercedes and she couldn’t be happier. Y/n thought that her life was finally getting into the right course and nothing could stop her, not even the possibility of meeting him during one of the race weekends.

So it happened. Everything was fine, until Spain 2023.

It was Friday, before FP1, y/n was on her way to the Mercedes hospitality. The paddock was kinda full of people, mostly staff giving the final touches for the weekend, since it was a bit early for the gates to open . Y/n was trying to get through the people carefully enough to not spill her cup full of coffee. She failed her mission. Steps away of her destination, someone bumped her and the only thing she saw at that time was the green blur going through her. “Hey you! pay attention next time!” she yelled, not expecting for the blur to turn and come back close to her, not expecting for it to come back as a ghost that she’d been avoiding since the beginning of the season.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, did you got burn…” Lance’s apologies stopped when he notice who was the person with the white shirt covered in coffee. ‘‘Y/n?, w-what are you doing here?’’ he shouldn’t be that surprised, but for a moment he wasn’t imagining that it was her in front of him, not after all these years.

After a few moments of processing, she finally managed to say something. “I work here, Lance.” She said trying to fix her shirt but it wasn’t worth it anymore. Meanwhile, he was just there, frozen looking at her. “Are you going to stay there looking like a statue or you’re going to apologize? I don’t have all the time and I imagine that you don’t have it too.” She was cold, but she needed to be. He blinked going back to reality.

“ y/n, I- I’m really sorry for ruining your shirt and your coffee… It’s just that I’m surprised by seeing you here.” He said scratching the back of his neck “look, can I get you another coffee? For, you know…” he was still thinking about what to say to her, she had no idea but she also haunted him after what happened. He felt like a piece of garbage for treating her that way and he wanted to apologize some day, but he wasn’t planning that this day would come so soon.

“Fine!” She agreed so fast that anyone would say it was because she was excited for it, however, all she wanted was to finally end this embarrassing and slightly stressing scene and go back to her normal day with not meeting her ex best friend and definitely without any coffee spilled all over her shirt. “Just dm me when and I’ll come, but now i need to go and get all of this coffee away” her hands were floating in front of her stained shirt during the last part of the sentence.

“Okay, see you later then!” he didn’t even finished his sentence when she was already leaving to the hospitality.

When Y/N arrived at the building, her friend Maya stopped her immediately. “Oh my god,Y/N! what happened to you? and why you’re looking like you saw a ghost?” she said already taking her friend to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned “Tell me everything!”

“If the ghost’s name is Lance Stroll, then I indeed saw one” Y/N was trying to dry her shirt with some paper towels while telling the whole thing to Maya, of course it didn’t worked, so the friend went out to get a new shirt for her. While Maya was out, Y/N noticed the notification on her phone.

@Lancestroll: I hope you’re ok and not burned

@yourusername: I’m fine, and the coffee wasn’t that hot

@Lancestroll: again, sorry for the shirt

@yourusername: it’s ok

@Lancestroll: btw, what do you think about today after debrief?

@yourusername:????

@Lancestroll: the “I’m sorry for ruining your morning coffee”? For what I remember, you’re not one of those with a bad memory.

Shit, he was right. Truth is that she just wasn’t ready to face him again.

@yourusername: oh right! After debrief is fine for me, see you there.

Y/N completely ignored his comment, but deep down, it still got her that he still knew her well. Maya came back, Y/N changed her shirt and the day went by as normal as possible.

Later…

Y/N was on her way to meet him at his team’s hospitality, when she finally entered the place covered in the team colors she saw him. He was there already on a table and waiting for her with her coffee, just like he did on the last time they spoke, just like he did on the day she left. For a minute, she felt like it was going to happen again, but the feeling passed when he said her name and waved at her.

“Different times now Y/N, different situations.” she said to herself inside her head.

She sat at the table, he smiled at her and handed her coffee. “I think it tastes better when it’s not all over you, right?” he tried to break the tension between them, because he knew that this meeting wasn’t because of the earlier accident, but because of the accident that happened two years ago.

“yeah sure it does!” she gave him a small smile after noticing how nervous he looked. “So, how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve last talked” Lance’s voice while finishing the sentence was almost a whisper.

“Oh, I’m good! On some new shit now as you can see” she chuckled while pointing to the silver star on her shirt.

“Yeah, this is so cool, I’m happy for you.” he took a sip from his cup “Did you started this year? I- I thought I saw you at Abu Dhabi last year.” Lance was nervous about her answer, because he could swear he saw her. Or maybe he was just missing her too much to the point of seeing her everywhere.

“Hm, sorry but it wasn’t me” she stared at her coffee “I started this year, John got me a recommendation letter. Anyways, tell me, how are you doing? How’s Juliana going? I didn’t saw her at the paddock” she knew she was a bit rough the moment she saw him look down.

He got surprised at how direct her words were, it was like ripping off a BandAid. He sighed “I think she’s fine, we broke up before last year’s summer break.” he stared at his coffee.

“oh, I’m sorry, you two looked happy together” she knew that they weren’t happy, but she was trying to be optimistic.

“No need to be sorry Y/n, actually, I’m the one who owns you an apologie.” he looked at her deep in the eyes and, for a second, she felt her body shiver. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you two years ago. You didn’t deserved to be treated that way, especially by someone you liked and who liked you back. I’m really sorry.’’ he said putting his hands over hers on the table.

Y/n sighed and looked at their hands together. " It’s okay now, Lance. If you never bleed you never gonna grow, right?” she gave him a soft smile.

After the apologies, the atmosphere between them got a bit lighter. “So, tell me, how are you doing? You’ve been doing great on the past race weekends.” she gave him a smile.

“If you say so, thanks!” he chuckled “But I know I need to work harder If I want to be quarter the driver that Fernando is.”

“Oh Lance, I guess you still the same when it comes to being too harsh on yourself.” she gave him a kind look " I know the media haven’t been the best with you, but you need to know you don’t need to be quarter of anyone than yourself. You’re still young and there’s plenty of time to improve your driving, and I trust you.”

“I guess I needed to hear that, thank you Y/n.” He smiled at her. “So, how about you…” he was about to finish his sentence when he looked down at her hands and saw the ring. “You’re engaged?” he was surprised.

“Guilty” she chuckled “His name is Travis, he’s one of the Mercedes engineers. My friend presented us last year by coincidence, before I got my job.” she smiled.

“Well, congratulations! I’m happy for you.” he said, but inside, his thoughts were screaming that it should be him. And he couldn’t help being mad at himself for it.

“Oh, thanks Lance” she was indeed happy with her life, but she couldn’t hold the thought that if her wishes came true, it would’ve been him. His ring on her finger, him wanting to spend a life with her. She knew it was wrong thinking this, but deep down she also knew that sometimes it was impossible to defend herself for never leaving well enough alone.

They chatted for a while, before their phones started to ring and they had to say goodbye. They promise to keep in touch because they missed each others friendship.

And in that moment, when they were leaving and following different ways, both of them started to think of what could’ve happened if that one moment had been different. Would everything be different between them now in the present? They felt the need to ask this burn inside their heads, but none of them were strong enough to ask it.

What they knew is that definitely everything would be sweet, if they were each others One.

#f1 x reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll oneshot #lance stroll drabble #spotify #Spotify

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wulvercazz · 3 months

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Local History📖

Next part to 13's adventure in the Haunted Forest~! ;w;💕 (previous)

"I’m guessing you got curious, walked in, and one wraith later… you got lost. Didn’t you?” The pretty guy says with a light smile. Clearly amused by them.

“A bit.” Thirteen scoffs out a shy chuckle, “is that what those tall scary things are?” They get a gentle nod, before the reigns on the large mountain of floof-mount are pulled in such direction and the creature trots closer, shifting so Thirteen gets a good view of its pretty patterned flank and colorful gear.

“Come on, I’ll get you out of here.” And he extends a hand their way— but… as exciting as it may be to ride on such a creature…

“Do I really have to go?” Thirteen blurts suddenly, scaring the guy’s eyes wide open and his welcoming hand to retrieve with confusion.

“You– like– being here.”

Despite the sure tone, thirteen answers it as a question nevertheless, nodding their head excitedly; “I mean, sure, there’s been quite a few scary moments, I’m not made of stone… But I’ve never seen things such as this– I… I’m so curious still. Are there other large insects here? And the horse- dog- things… with the bare skulls, what are they? And this tree–”

Clear, honest laughter interrupts them from their ramblings, “you’re something, I’ll tell you that.” And Thirteen’s not quite sure if it’s a compliment or not even with that silky way of speaking of his; a thin, awkward smile fills in for their silence. “I can’t in good faith allow you to keep running around like a curious kitten, setting off predators wherever you go. But… it has been quite some time since I’ve spoken with anyone so, I’ll make this offer once: Would you like to see the palace-?” And he rushes in to finish his sentence when Thirteen’s eyes seem to pop out their face with glee, “With the promise- of leaving and not coming back once the ‘tour’ is over.”

Thirteen seems to mull it over for a couple seconds, before immediately going back to good old anticipation; sure, being kicked out to never return isn’t fun… but they’ll probably never get anywhere near the more interesting parts of the kingdom without a guide. “Wait a second though, you haven’t told me your name.”

There’s an unreadable silence, “didn’t get past you, did it? … I’m Zaphkiel.” He introduces himself with a little nod, pulling the attention to his ride with a gently tug on the reigns; “and this is Lila. A Giant Nycto Moth, species endemic only to Nyctos; she’s far from her birth home, I know. She was a gift.”

Thirteen notes the way Zaphkiel pushes the attention from his own identity… but even they know when to stop pushing. And, well… gift horse. Nyctos is going right on the “Places-to-visit” list. If there’s a Giant Nycto Moth– are there other differently-sized species? Thirteen’s hands run through the beautifully patterned fur, so soft there’s barely any feel to it.

Zaphkiel stretches out his hand and Thirteen takes it without a fuss this time, pushing themself up to sit behind him on Lila. “Thirteen.” They say to the air once they’re settled, watching with mild amusement as Zaph’s back goes stiff with confusion, “my name.”

It doesn’t ease his confusion one bit, but Zaphkiel deals gracefully with the odd piece of information. Lila makes her way to the royal city through paths stretch and hidden and covered in bramble that her fluffy toes have no trouble crossing over; and Thirteen is once again happy they took the deal. Even foggy and dusty and gray– it’s an outstanding view, Thirteen leans to the side to better see around Zaphkiel; the carefully crafted rock pavement tracing dulled circles in a clear space before the palace, a thicket of bramble and deliberately placed chunks of repurposed wood covering the wide gates that once led from the public square up to the royal city.

What happened here? The citizens had probably barricaded themselves here at some point… it must’ve been pretty bad before it simply got quiet.

Zaphkiel hummed softly, catching their attention, “don’t go mulling over tragedies,” Lila quickened her step at his command. “This kingdom was sent into darkness over a thousand years ago. It’s history now.”

Thirteen tried thinking of a way to ask more that wasn’t too intrusive, when they couldn’t find any, they chose quietly observing the architecture around them instead. All overrun by roots so old, they’d grown from between the rocky pavement and through walls and around pillars; and dried to death in place. Zaphkiel and Lila walked through with familiarity, entering the palace through a side, unblocked, short gate with an entrance that looked much cleaner than everything else.

“Are you… alone here?” Thirteen finally dared to ask, while Zaphkiel dismounted from Lila and helped them to do so as well.

“I have Lila.” Zaphkiel was quick to answer, but then added; “none of my people are left. If that’s what you’re asking…”

Thirteen felt cold, they really liked asking dumb questions didn’t they– “hahahaha~! I’m sorry, you should see your face.” Zaphkiel broke the silence suddenly clearly finding enjoyment in making them squirm. “As I said… this all happened plenty of years ago, I’m not offended by your curiosity.” He was… a bit mean, Thirteen realized. Probably product of living alone for so long.

Zaphkiel went about unsaddling Lila, removing the reigns and the blankets, and a careful covering over her colorful folded wings, that stretched out and flapped once released. He stashed away the bags and provisions from her saddle inside a stable-looking, dry foliage covered, structure, and petted her goodbye as he closed and locked the place behind her too.

The already imposing entrance had nothing on the actual Palace. It was dusty and the wide halls and tall ceilings were echo-y lone, but the masacre that time and fog and darkness had created of the rest of the kingdom hadn’t reached behind the locked doors of this fortress. Zaphkiel disposed of his armor and a small weapon, leaving him down to his simple slate garments and long, skinny body, and showed him the empty rooms. The rooms where the town had clearly all settled to sleep in and cook and look after each other, the rooms frozen in their once royal service.

“When the fog first blocked the sun and natural disasters hit at least half our population perished, when the first monsters appeared is when my people first hid away in here–”

Something wasn’t right- “you– were here when it all began?” Thirteen turned to Zaphkiel suddenly, stopping short their admiration of the painted ceilings. “Does– do your people live–?”

“This long?” Zaphkiel smiles like he’s in on a secret. “Not usually. The punishment that befell us actually froze time for us; which is why I’ve taken it upon myself to keep people away… it’s easy to get lost in here when you can’t tell time is still running out there. Not many are dumb enough to actually come in deep enough to run into any actual danger, but every few years…” And Zaph throws them a pointed look that has color coming to their cheeks.

He leads them to a wider, glass-ceiling, room with pillars and long tables and chairs. A room that feels colder than all others, with floors and walls overgrown with foliage just like the outside, except here there’s actual greenery and life. Rich roots and thick leaves filling the space they’ve carved into the stone and the luxury; all guiding up to an elevated space where a figure sits on an ornate throne, two smaller, empty sits beside it. Is this…?

Zaphkiel guides Thirteen along still but ditches the storytelling for a reverantial silence, making his way up to the thrones in greeting, “Father.” He bows to the quiet, root-covered man.

As Thirteen gets closer they start to truly see the resemblance; the man looks clearly older and more square-bodied, but everything else is there. “You never told me you’re a prince.” Thirteen mutters suddenly, wondering if they’d been out of place in any way in the past hour or so since they met.

“Was a prince. There’s no kingdom left to rule, and… the royal family paid their dues. The people paid our dues.” Zaphkiel’s tone is more solemn now, still unfazed even as he traces a gentle hand down his father’s frozen cheek. “I’m just Zaphkiel these days.”

They continue with their touring through the palace as it had before, but Thriteen finds they’re even more confused now than they were before they came into the forest at all. Paid what dues? Who punished these people? What exactly has the power to do this to a whole town?

“The love I have for my father doesn’t bury his misdeeds. We were prideful, and pride suffocated all of us.” Is all he ever bothered to say, and, this time, Thirteen couldn’t fathom asking further.

It must’ve been hours before Zaphkiel announced he had nothing left to show them; after stories of the palace’s construction, and the grandiose events held upon the townsquare, and a quiet mention of a Queen lost far before the fog.

Zaph prepared Lila back up and took them both outside the royal grounds through the same hidden passage they’d entered; Lila trotting happily along the wider expanse of the forest as they made their way through. Answering all types of creature-related questions from Thirteen, no less; but the ex-royal seemed to mind little, answering as best as he could as each creature they saw from afar fueled their curious mind further.

“...they only feed off old cadavers, however, so they’re almost harmless… well– so far as you stay away from their eggs–”

A small whimper interrupted them, or Thirteen, at least; Zaphkiel’s tail had flicked in reaction but nothing more; while they searched the branches for the source.

“Probably a common bat,” Zaphkiel attempts to fullfill their curiosity, “leave it–”

…be. ‘Leave it be.’ Zaph intended to say, before Thirteen dropped off Lila’s back to bolt in a thick, concave tree’s direction. “This boy–” Zaph rolled his eyes at the not-there sky, prepping himself for a rescue that would be stopped short by the lump of muddish fur and bone in Thirteen’s arms.

“It’s… a rot-hound pup.” They explain unnecessarily, given that Zaphkiel’s the very one who’s just taught them about the species. “Didn’t you say they’re not safe left alone?”

Zaph sighs, calmer now that nothing too bad is about to happen; “there are plenty of predators in this forest… perhaps its pack got hunted down.” He observes Thirteen for a second before adding; “I don’t suggest you keep it.”

“Can’t another pack take him?”

“I’m no expert, but rot-hound pups are left behind a lot for other reasons, they have plentiful litters I imagine the parents aren’t too worried about losing a few. Or adopting any more for that matter.” And he sighs when Thirteen’s hold on the yipping pup doesn’t budge, “we can try if we see another pack… but it could take days to find and that guy doesn’t have that time.”

Thirteen frowns down at the soft skin of the pup, Zaphkiel’s probably just urging him to leave it behind to its luck to avoid them any pain of seeing the little one die… but they don’t seem to be lying. They didn’t see a single other rot-hound on their long way back, except for this guy, and they do seem to be lacking the rowdiness a youngling should have. It’s crazy to think nature would give this guy another chance.

“I want to help it then.” And before Zaph can say anything more, Thirteen continues; “I know its chances are low, but if its gonna die anyway… I guess I got nothing to lose trying.”

There’s a pause, where Zaph’s blue eyes seem to observe the area around Thirteen in a fresh light; “you’re really something, aren’t you?” This time it really feels like a compliment.

Thirteen’s wrapped the pup up with a thin blanket from their travel bag, securing it to their shoulders and back so it doesn’t move much on the way back out; Lila makes a quicker way to the edge. Zaphkiel makes little conversation now, to focus on the quickest route to the exit, only throwing a couple questions Thirteen’s way that get him little explanations to who they are; what with their amnesia and everything. Understanding seemed to finally settle in about Thirteen’s odd name, at least.

There’s a few voices coming from afar, and as Lila trots on, and the light starts finally reaching in through the trees, it becomes clear that Chromo was a lot more worried than he let on.

“A rescue party,” Zaphkiel muses as they close in within their sight, Chromo and a few other townspeople clammoring when they notice them approach. “I’m more intrigued by you by the minute.” He adds in with a little smile thrown over his shoulder.

Chromo meets them halfway with stompy hooves, much to Zaphkiel’s relief; his darkness-accostumed eyes squinting already as the sun starts to reach them. The centaur’s jaw clenches as he seems to analyze the situation, and exhales with annoyed relief once he sees Thirteen perched, and in one piece, behind the stranger.

It doesn’t hide his, or anyone in his party’s, alarm at learning the forest’s inhabitants aren’t down to zero like they’ve believed all this time.

“Thank you,” Chromo stresses, reaching back to grab Thirteen under the armpits – a tad more forcefully than strictly necessary, in their opinion – to pull them off the moth, “for not allowing them to die.” And the centaur makes a point to send an angry look their way. Look that becomes puzzled the second they noticed the live lump of cloth on their arms.

Thirteen smiles wide before stepping out of reach, “this is Za–” they try to change the subject, before their voice falls, uncertain if Zaphkiel would like to be known at all.

“Zaphkiel,” he introduces himself, after all. And Thirteen watches with a lightly pinched brow as realization, surprise, confusion and then a quiet resolution to simply not question anything anymore all happens to Chromo’s face.

“Chromo.” He reaches out his hand, decided to make this a simple introduction and not get pulled into Thirteen’s search for hidden truths.

“Don’t worry about Thirteen, they’re not coming here any longer, they promised.” Zaphkiel looks their way with the face of one who knows curiosity’s bound to bring them to danger eventually. Thirteen tries to look as the most trustworthy– won’t get in trouble kind of person they can be, until another question comes to mind.

“Does everyone just call this ‘Kingdom’? Surely it had a name, once.”

Zaphkiel has to lean in, covering his face as if to hide the secret from the centaur; “that’s the point of an extinguishing curse, no one seems to be able to remember, not even me.” He reincorporates with a satisfied grin, letting Thirteen to wonder as they retrieve with the rest of the party.

“I’ll make damn sure they keep their promise, at least.” Chromo declares, attempting at thankful appeasing.

All seems to end well, when Zaphkiel takes back his hold of Lila’s reigns, seemingly readying himself to leave; before he stops short with a mischievous glint to his eye. “Can’t say I’ll completely disapprove of them coming around again… could give us some time for a proper chat.”

And the wink Zaphkiel sends Chromo’s way ruffles the centaur's feathers so deeply, he doesn’t even question the rot-hound in Thirteen’s arms on the way back to the village.

~✨~

What can I say uwu I like shipping my ocs together in all sorts of ways✨ Also, idk if I mentioned this, but there's no linear story to this whole universe. My intentions with this is to draw/write separate stories about 13 travelling the world, all connected of course but I may jump around in the timeline a whole bunch depending on what kind of place and creatures I want to write :>cc

Anyway! There'll be more of Zaph (and even Zaph x Chromo 🤭) in the future, but for now,, this is it on the Haunted Forest :>cc Hope you enjoyed this longer piece of writing💕

#OpenWorldSeries #oc art #Oc13 #OcZaphkiel #SpeciesNyctoMoth

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plzfeedmebread · 2 years

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The Lie of Providence - Chapter 3 - Red

word count: 2311

Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: Some might find the slight body horror imagery, though mild, in the final part disturbing. A/N: I'm starting a tag list if people are interested, please let me know :) It will be at the bottom of each chapter. Apologies for any grammatical mistakes - no beta we die like Tsu'tey QwQ

"blue text" is spoken Na'vi 'Italics' are thoughts.

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Night is fast approaching. Your gaze is turned upward; admiring the delicate strokes of purples and oranges painted upon the expanse. You gather your little brood of siblings and escort them back home without too much fussing on their end.

You wish you could invite Spider to come eat with you, but alas he is bound by the laws of his People and cannot be without his mask whilst outside. You all hug him goodbye and he runs off with a wave of his hand back to Hell’s Gate.

You arrive just in time for the evening meal; the clan gathering around the Tree of Souls to eat together. It doesn’t take you long to find your parents and grandmother with food already set out for all the children, you included.

You all greet each other warmly as you all gather around and near each other to eat. You go over hugging your father and grandmother. You give your mother a side hug as she’s holding little Tuk to her breast on the other side. She kisses your temple and gives you an affectionate stroke to your golden tresses as you sit beside her; Kiri and Lo’ak immediately make themselves comfortable next to you. Neteyam squeezes himself between father and grandmother.

The evening passes uneventfully, filled with idle conversation and gentle laughter woven through the breeze. When you all eventually return home, the family cuddles together to listen as mother and father retell the story of how they met.

Mother leans back with Tuk tucked into her left. Father presses himself into her right, his head affectionately nuzzled into her neck. You lay yourself into his right side and he wraps an arm around you tightly. Lo’ak and Kiri have laid themselves across your legs and lay upon father’s chest. Neteyam plops himself in the space between mother’s legs, his head resting on her stomach. Father puts his left arm around her waist to pull her just that little bit closer. To you, there is no safer place to be than in the warm embrace of your family. Sleep takes you faster than you expected.

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Your eyes slowly flutter open. You find yourself standing somewhere indiscernible in the forest. Eywa's song fills your ears as they flick to and fro. You hear her voice through the animal calls in the distance, through the breeze as it rustles the plants all around you. You feel content and safe and are certain the Great Mother is watching over you in this dream.

You start off in a random direction, not caring where you are going, but it feels right. Everything around you unfamiliar, but at the same time you’re filled with a sense that you’ve been here before. As you admire your surroundings, you come upon something unexpected.

It’s your Dream Human, cursing to himself as he pushes through foliage, uncaring of the way he disturbs the life around him.

“Fucking hate this God damn FOREST and this God damn HEAT and ESPECIALLY—” there is a pause in his tirade when your eyes meet.

“YOU.”

The parallels of him finishing his sentence and the deceleration of your presence are not lost to you.

“Gettin’ real sick and tired of sick ya face kid. What the hell’dya want? Get the hell outta my dreams!”

Did you hear him right? His dreams? These were YOUR dreams.

“These are my dreams Human. It is you who invades.” Your tail flicks with slight annoyance. He frowns slightly but shakes his head. “Whatever. I’m not here to argue with some savage kid. Gotta get the hell outta here so I can wake up and be done with this shit.” You give him a puzzled look. He talks as though he is stuck in this dream.

“Speak plainly Human. You talk as if you are stuck in this dream.”

His eyes slightly widen at something unspoken, but he schools his expression back to a scowl so fast it was, almost, imperceivable. “Feels like I’ve been stuck in Hell’s cesspool for days now.”

You’re not sure on two of those words, but with the venom with which they are spoken, you are sure it was an insult to Eywa and her gifts.

“I will not stand here while you insult the Great Mother. This dream is over. I am leaving.” You close your eyes and try to will yourself to awaken, your face slowly scrunching as you concentrate.

He scoffs in amusement.

“You look constipated.”

You open your eyes and fix him with an annoyed growl, crossing your arms. It seems Eywa prefers that you stay for the time being, much to your dismay.

“Looks like you're stuck here too kid.”

An exasperated sigh leaves you.

There is a beat of silence as you to stare at each other, almost challenging one another.

Quaritch contemplates on that for a moment. He could threaten you, he is in fact quite over being here. And violence seems to be the only language you Hostiles seem to speak in common. Then again, you are, as far as he can tell, a child. You may not respond accordingly. And if run away crying then that's just another headache he doesn't want.

“Alright kid, got any bright ideas on how we get outta this place? Where the Hell even are we?”

"And why would I help you? As a matter of fact, why should I help you?"

"Well, you being stuck here too has presented an opportunity both timely and convenient."

"Go on..."

"You help me get the hell outta here, and I'll be outta your hair and outta this damn forest. An outcome your precious little Ayewah would agree with I am sure." You do your best to ignore the flagrant disrespect with which he speaks the Great Mother's name.

"Fine. But only to get you out of where you do not belong."

You contemplate for a moment on his original question. There could be many reasons. A shared dream is not something you have ever hear of, but if the Great Mother is involved? Who knows what is possible. There is also the chance that he is a soul bound to Eywa that has somehow unfortunately become entwined with yours. Heck he could even be a figment of your imagination, this all an elaborate dream spanning years. You are, after all, a descendant of what was once Human. You have not the faintest idea how being part Human, no matter how small, might affect your connection to Eywa.

“I don’t know what this place is. But even if it is just a dream, I think we can both agree we’d prefer it to be a pleasant one, wouldn’t you agree?”

“So what’d ya suggest?”

“We should leave, find somewhere safe to wait out until either of us wakes up.” He nods in agreement with your statement.

“Alright then. Lead the way Snowflake.” Your face scrunches at the unrecognised word.

“I do not understand.”

“Snowflake?”

“Yea cuz of, ya know,” he vaguely gestures to all of you.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You stare at each other for longer than necessary before you turn around and begin your trek. He follows, attempting to be mindful of his steps this time.

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Time feels funny in a Dream. It feels like hours have passed, but in tandem so does it feel like mere minutes. A moment as fast as breathing takes a lifetime. And when you blink, the world around you changes. Scenery you have seen thousands of times, but new and unfamiliar at the same time. It is a confusing feeling. But you keep going. A gentle breeze has been following you, guiding you.

Eywa must be watching. What could she possibly be planning? You know it is not your place to question the Great Mother, but a little clarity would be nice once in a while.

The trek continues in silence, save for the song Eywa sings through the forest itself. A small comfort. You are grateful that within a dream there is no need to drink or rest. The two of you could travel indefinitely.

When you next blink you have to stop yourself in your tracks almost immediately. You are high upon a mountain, and out in the distance, your ancestor’s great Hometree stands tall and proud.

“Shit-!” Quaritch cusses as he catches himself before he falls over the sheer cliff face. He peaks over the edge. The tree tops before are indistinguishable, even in a dream this would not be a fall he wants to take any time soon. But he notes that it might work in shocking him awake. File it away as a last-ditch effort plan.

“This is the place.” You state as you cannot tear your gaze away from Hometree. You hate that you and your siblings were robbed of the experience of living in such a great gift from Eywa. You loath the humans who had done this to you, to your people. You hate how this is now part of the story of your People. The Elders speak of it with such venom, you can almost taste it yourself when you listen.

But your people have known peace since. The humans you know in Hells Gate are all wonderful. They treat you nicely, joke with you and tell you stories so fantastical you scarcely believe them. A world so far away hidden among the stars. So far that Eywa herself cannot reach. You like those stories and wonder if you’ll dream of such a place one day; Eywa willing.

“This is the place for what?” Quaritch asks you, pulling you from your quiet contemplation. You turn to face him and place a hand upon your chest.

“I feel it here. This is the place Eywa wants us to be. It is here we wait.” He huffs in annoyance at your explanation.

“Wait for what?”

You shake your head.

“I’m not sure. To wake up I hope.”

He nods in agreement and plops himself down on the ground, resting his back on the flat side of rock, arms and legs crossed. ‘Might as well get comfortable’, you think.

You turn to look at him as inconspicuously as you can. His gaze remains unchanging, focused forward toward the Hometree. You wonder what is on his mind, but do not have the confidence to ask. You study the side profile of his face, framed by the morning sky. You take note of the large scars that mar his face. You’ve seen it before, but never have either of you spoken before today. You wonder if this is something he would answer.

You sit down a little bit away on a different rock and close your eyes. For the first time in a long time, you enjoy the sun as it blankets you in a warm embrace. The feeling of comfort is so astounding you’re not sure where the sunlight ends and your skin begins. But you enjoy it nonetheless, knowing you could not afford such comforts in the waking world; you burn far too easily. The thought of your skin becoming sunburnt drifts your thoughts back to the human and how his skin looks.

You open your mouth to ask but stop. There is a sudden pull in your belly. An uncomfortable tugging. You hastily stand up; it feels as though you have been hooked through the back and are being pulled backward.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” The human asks, he is side eyeing you but still faces towards the tree.

“I—I must go. I will be back shortly.” You’re not sure you even believe your own words, but the pulling is becoming near unbearable. As you turn around to walk away from the cliff edge, your foot does not meet solid ground as you expect; it meets nothing.

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You’re free falling.

You scream until your throat feels raw.

You franticly look around for something to grab. There is nothing. The world all around you is black. You cannot even see your hands when you lift them to your face.

You try to scream again, to beg and plead Eywa for help. You can’t see anything. You are afraid. But no sound comes out. You put your hands to your face, and instead of your own lips you are met with skin. You have no mouth. You frantically start clawing at the space, trying to tear it open, nails cutting small red lines in your frantic onslaught.

The panic worsens. The fear rips through you like glass shards in your blood. Tears flow freely from your face, that you can at least feel. You’re turning this way and that when you in front of you, one giant eye opens up in the void.

Red sclera and iris, black pupil. It’s as if the whole world comes to a stop. You don’t even notice that you are no longer free falling. You’re on the ground, legs bent up in front of you, your arms wrapped around your knees as you stare up into the Eye. You squeeze yourself so tight your nails are making half moon cuts into the skin.

Movement to your left. Another eye opens in the dark to gaze down on you. Then two more. Then four. Then eight. Sixteen. They multiply faster than you can count. The entire would-be sky of void is ingulfed in a sea of red. Different shapes and sizes. All equally threatening. Comforting? Every emotion you could muster bombards your very being.

The eyes, thousands upon thousands of them, start to bleed as they stare down at you.

And with that final terrifying visage, you wake up.

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