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Harry’s jaw is dropped as he sinks his cock into YN in missionary, a deep groan bubbling in his chest as he sheathes himself inside of her tight hole. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of her, watching hers roll back into her head with each inch he gives her.

His thick cock is stretching her so much she can barely think, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his torso to pull him closer to her. The moan she lets out is almost pornographic, the feeling of him inside of her nearly too much.

The angle is so fucking good, a thick on his cock hitting her g-spot in the most delicious way possible. She didn’t know that pleasure like this even existed, not until she met Harry.

Each time they have sex is just like the first time; he stretches her to a point of slight pain and pounds into her until she can’t breathe. She doesn’t mind, though. She can’t. Not when he fucks her so good that she leaves a thick ring of her cream around him mere minutes after he buries himself inside of her.

This time is no different, and the second she’s adjusted to the thickness of him, he’s pulling out and slamming his hips right back against hers. A choked moan falls from her lips at the feeling, her body jerking up toward the headboard from the force.

He reaches down and grips at her hips, pulling her right back toward him as he forces her onto his cock. The pull is so hard that the head of his cock kisses her cervix, making her cry out and squirm in slight discomfort.

A small hiss leaves his lips at the look of discomfort on her face, pulling back slightly to give her some relief from the pain. He keeps his eyes locked on her face, and when she looks at him and nods, he picks up right where he left off, thrusting a bit more shallow than he did the first time.

The small change has her whining in pleasure, scratching her nails down his back as he fucks into her desperately. No words are being exchanged, just pure bliss and pleasure radiating from the both of them, their orgasms steadily approaching.

She’s so close to cumming, squeezing down onto him and making him groan at how tight she gets, leaning down to bury his face in her neck as he twitches inside of her. He’s trying so hard to stave off his orgasm for even a little bit longer, anything to keep his cock inside of her and feeling this way.

Reaching down between them, he thumbs at her clit to get her there faster, quick and precise movements right on the most sensitive spot. The feeling combined with his cock sends her flying over the edge suddenly with an animalistic cry leaving her lips, and she locks down on him so tightly that he can’t hold off any longer.

With a death grip on her hips, he stills inside of her and cries out loudly as his orgasm wracks his body, legs shaking and toes digging into the duvet. His eyes have taken purchase in the back of his head as his cum shoots from the head of his cock and deep into her womb, wordless babbles leaving his lips at the overwhelming feeling.

Her nails are deep in the skin of his back as he cums right against her cervix, warming her from the inside. Heavy pants are leaving both of them, their chests heaving as they come down from their orgasms. Tears are streaming down both of their faces with such raw pleasure and intimacy as he stays buried deep inside of her.

When they’re both down, Harry pulls out of her slowly with a hiss, and YN thinks it’s over, her head falling back onto the pillow as she starts slipping out of consciousness. She sort of registers Harry moving on the bed, but her eyes are flying open as she realizes he’s spreading her legs and lying down. Before she can even begin to speak, she’s cut off by a moan as she feels his tongue swipe through her messy folds.

She doesn’t even have the energy to hold onto his hair, forcing her to lie there and take the pleasure no matter how overstimulated she is. She’s barely able to lift her head up to peek down at him, and she’s crying out in pleasure when she sees his eyes closed and his head resting on her thigh as he lazily sucks on her clit.

Both of them are basically unconscious, but Harry’s determined to pull another orgasm from her before he can rest, and he does just that. He keeps sucking on her clit as she twitches from the overstimulation. She can’t even speak, not even to warn him that her orgasm approaching, and when Harry hears her breath hitch and a broken sob leave her lips, he knows she came.

That and the fact that she squirted all over his face before going limp against the bed once more, exhaustion taking over her entirely. He continues to lick at her until he’s satisfied, cleaning her up with his tongue before climbing up the bed and pulling the blankets over them. Wrapping his arms around her, he falls asleep right along with her.

They’ll clean up tomorrow.

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Demon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)

Tags: Poly!AU, Eventual Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung, Demon!AU, SemiCrack!AU, Humor, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Smut, 18+, Some Spookiness.

Summary: Wanting to summon a friendly nature spirit to help out one of your plants, you can’t help but to be surprised when a sexy creepy demon shows up instead 👻

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SHINee AS YOUR BOSS

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Lee Jinki

soft but serious af when working

Greets every employee with a smile

Approachable

Treats his team to dinner at least twice a month

Gets along with his employees

Has an inner Chrisitian Grey vibe (i know. I’m sorry, I had to)

Kim Jonghyun

BEST BOSS EVER

Brings Roo to office to play with everyone

Almost wanna cry when someone resigns

Always sings when working

Makes sure everyone is doing okay

Doesn’t let his employees suffer from too much stress and pressure

Kim Kibum

A strict yet fun boss

Wants everything to be done as soon as possible

Perfectionist

But commends and appreciates all the employees’ efforts

Makes the team laugh

OOTD is always on point

Loves having team parties, he is indeed the life of the party

Has an aesthetic office– but messy drawers lol

Choi Minho

Very hardworking

Hates losing to other companies or teams

Gets disappointed when someone fails to do their job properly

But will help the employee think of a way to resolve it

Makes sure everyone is doing their job

Goes straight to gym after work

Plays golf with his colleagues on weekends

Brings coffee for the whole team

Everyone has a crush on him

Has an inner Christian Grey vibe too….

Lee Taemin

A boss who doesn’t seem like one

Plays vid games in his office

Ask his employees to play with him

But works hard whenever he has to

A boss but at the same time a baby

Everyone is soft for him

Everyone calls him “boss baby” behind his back

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Hello!!! I love you blog ;3 please do Jonghyun as a boyfriend (sorry for my bad English)

imagine jonghyun as your boyfriend

heya~ you probably have forgotten about this request but surprise! i am able to answer it after how many years. i wish you still liked it nonetheless. also, i am more than glad that you love my blog. thank you so much!

“get yourself a man who can do both”. well, that is jonghyun.

he can be a cute little puppy asking for your attention. he’ll probably keep on poking you until you look at him.

he loves to snuggle with you at the couch on a lazy weekend while drinking whatever beverage you concocted for that day.

expect a lot of impromptu poetry sessions especially on days he is extra inspired. he’ll softly recite the new poem he thought about in your ear as you rest on his chest.

he’ll absentmindedly play on your fingers when he is bored.

he’ll gladly sing you to you whenever you have trouble sleeping. he will even read you stories if you ask him.

he would definitely be extra clingy during the morning when you have to go out. he would wrap his strong muscular arms around you and refuse to let you out of the bed.

would love to cuddle with you when you both sleep. he also let you be the big spoon especially after a long tiring day.

loves to listen to your singing voice whether you sound good or not. he might playfully tease you though if you miss a couple of notes.

he will be fine if you want to wear high heels even though you may end up being taller than him. just don’t tease him too much about it.

if you’re shorter than him though… oh boy, he’ll say every witty comment he can think of to show off his taller stature.

would spoil you by taking you out on an impromptu trip.

definitely walks around the house shirtless and sleeps shirtless too.

he probably has his own workout equipment at home so don’t be too surprised if you are greeted by a view of jonghyun doing pull-ups shirtless.

nsfw

as for your bedroom activities, it is always a surprise with him. he can be a very gentle lover or a rough daddy.

his unpredictableness makes it even more exciting for you.

definitely the type of guy who would sometimes spend the night just focusing on you and your pleasure. he’ll make you weak and weep especially on your birthday.

he is not shy to be vocal. his deep grunts and long moans will be music to your ears.

he doesn’t mind it though if you want to take charge and tease him. i think he can handle prolonged foreplay quite well.

he would be open with the idea of adding toys to your extracurricular activities. 

he will be more than willing to try and fulfill your fantasies and kinks. also, he’ll be more than ecstatic if you agree to do his.

Okay, requesting here 🥰

On a break, it’s been a few weeks and they miss each other. Rough make up sex with a really soft aftercare? 🤞🏻

This is so fucking wrong.

You know it’s wrong before he’s even shut the door. Know it as you watch him flip the lock. Know it as you watch him turn to you.

You know it.

And yet, knowing does nothing to stop you from bridging the gap between your bodies as you reach for his jaw.

You straighten onto your tiptoes to level the height difference, shoving your fingers through the soft, pullable curls, and kiss him.

Slip your tongue past his lips as you nearly knock him back into the door.

No waiting. No hesitating. Desperate. Needy. Pathetic.

You know it’s pathetic to need him like this. Know it’s pathetic to fuck him in an Olive Garden bathroom. Know it’s pathetic to miss him.

And yet, again, knowing doesn’t do a damn fucking thing as you feel him pull at your bottom lip and he suck, desperate to taste you.

He tastes like wine and sugar. Each part of his dessert that you watched him eat just to spite you.

You’d agreed to a causal, friendly dinner for old time’s sake. After all, you owed it to yourself and to him to try and cultivate a friendship with the man who used to be the love of your life.

Now he’s just some guy you’re fucking in an Olive Garden restroom.

And maybe that’s all he should be.

You had declined any dessert, seeing as the dinner was already tense enough, and you truly didn’t want to waste another second sitting at the rather small table listening to him moan whenever he took a bite of his food.

Your eyes had narrowed with each lift of his fork, with each smirk as he licked the frosting from his lips, and each flex of his fingers around the stem of the wine glass.

Fucking asshole.

You suppose you have no one to blame but yourself. After the breakup, you were heartbroken. Sure, it was mutual but that didn’t stop the way your heart bled for him.

One night, you’d gotten…embarrassingly tipsy and maybe you had texted him that you were touching yourself to the thought of his hands.

And that was something he would sooner die than forget.

Which is why he used your friendly, casual dinner to add a bit more fire to the flame.

And despite yourself…it worked.

“Fucking missed me, yeah?” he’s growling into your ear, letting you shove his hips taut against the door as you reach for the buttons on his chest. “Yeah. You did.”

“I missed your cock. There’s a difference.”

“Really?” His eyebrow quirks upwards as you snap the buttons lose. “Could have just told me. Could have texted.”

You’ll kill him one of these days.

You shrug, as nonchalant as possible. “Or I could have called Felix. You know, actually, maybe that’s not such a bad—”

Your threat has its desired effect and before you’re afforded the opportunity of seeing the dangerous look in his eye, he’s fisting your hair and spinning you around.

His fingers tangle themselves in your roots before he shoves your cheek against the cold surface, his lips threateningly close to your ear as he hisses, “Do it.”

Confused, your brows pull together as you glance to the side. “What?”

You might not be able to see him, but you can hear the smug smirk accompanied by the sound of rustling behind you.

And next thing you know, he’s dangling your cell phone near your face. “Call him.”

A scoff. “Come on, Har, you can’t be—”

His fingers twist themselves in your hair like a vice and as your head is yanked back against his shoulder, you swear you pull a muscle from clenching so hard.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he asks of you now, and your lashes flutter. “You think Felix can fuck you like I can? Then you fucking call him.”

“Har—”

“Now, sweetheart.” His tone is vicious. Filled with spite. “My patience is running thin.”

Not one to submit to his desire to break you, you decide to call his bluff. You retrieve the phone and type in Felix’s name, hitting call before you lose your nerve.

And with each ring, Harry’s fingers crawl higher up the inside of your thigh.

Shit.

“Hello?” Felix has answered and the sound of his voice echoing from the speakers has Harry chuckling into your shoulder. 

“Hey.” The forced delight in your voice is a clear indication of how you really feel, although you don’t let that deter your performance. “Hi. I was just…I wanted to check in.”

A beat. And as you wait with bated breath for Felix’s reply, you feel Harry step away from your body, and your head cocks to the side.

Of course, his true intentions are revealed to you the moment you see him drop to his knees before he’s grabbing at your thighs to pull them further apart.

Inhaling a gasp, you brace yourself against the door, now exceedingly aware of the real game he was so desperate to play.

“Oh, I’m good, yeah,” Felix is replying, although you can’t possibly be expected to give a fucking shit when Harry is nudging his nose along the tender skin at his disposal. “Yeah, I was just going to call you, actually.”

Say something. “Aw, really? That’s—”

Of course, Harry uses this opportunity to slip his fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear, easily pulling it to the side as you steel yourself.

“You okay?” Felix. Calling your attention back, although you're not sure it’s working.

“I—yes.” Your palm flies to your lips as you swallow another pained sigh. “—I’m just…yes. I’m glad you called, I was…I was hoping we could catch up sometime this week.”

You’re able to just choke out the question when Harry straightens up and extends his tongue. 

It doesn’t take you long to press your cheek harder into the door, your eyes rolling back as he collects each fucking drop of you on his tongue.

“Oh, I’d really like that, yeah,” Felix replies, and you’re so tempted to hang up, but you can’t let Harry win. You can’t. “Yeah, what about—”

He begins to list off a number of activities you both could do in the city, but your focus is on the man beneath you. 

On the feel of his fingertips pulling at your skin as he forces your legs apart.

On the subtle sigh of satisfaction on his lips as he sucks you into his mouth.

On the thrust of his tongue as you swear that you’ll kill him for doing this to you.

Your other hand flies behind you, finding his curls as you tug. Just hard enough to make him groan into your cunt, the vibrations outrageously delicious as they send ripples of pleasure through your nervous system.

“—so, yeah. Any of those.” Felix has finished his list and if you don’t reply soon, he’ll know.

Fucking speak, dammit. “I…wow. So…so many fun—shit—options.” You force out a relaxed laugh that borders dangerously close on a whimper. “Um, any of them are fine with me. Really.”

Another pause. The seconds that pass so silent that you wonder if you’ve been made.

And then—

“I really miss you.” But there’s something different in his voice. No longer chipper but rather…heavy. “Like right now…can’t stop thinking about you.”

Now you understand. And while you’re almost tempted to roll your eyes at his keen desire to have you talk him through fucking his fist, you’re forced to play along.

At least for Harry’s sake.

After all, if he’s playing with you…

“Yeah?” You force the rhythm of your words to flow like silk, soft and sensual. “What are you thinking about?”

Within an instant of your response, Harry’s annoyance is felt through the rough way he pulls you onto his face, your heels nearly slipping against the cold, marble floor as he keeps you steady on his tongue.

“M’thinking about your lips around my cock,” the voice calls from the phone, proceeding a groan, and you’re not at all surprised he’s already stuck his hand down his pants.

Fucking pathetic.

“Yeah?” You grit your teeth together, so helplessly close to clenching around Harry’s tongue that you’re not sure what else to do. “Want my throat, baby—”

“Fuck, yes,” Felix whines through the speaker, and right as your eyes are about to roll so far back in your head that you can see your own brain, Harry lets go.

And stands up.

Oh, you’re so gonna fucking kill him.

However, despite his previous determination to torture you to the brink of death, you’re pleased to find that this time…it’s for your own good.

He snatches the phone from your hand, clutching it so tight between his fingers, you won’t be surprised if it shatters.

“Want your lips and your—” Felix begins again but you aren’t allowed the opportunity to hear the rest because Harry is lifting the delicate object to the wall and smashing it against the tile.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes narrow in on the tiny pieces of plastic as they fall like rain from his hand. “Harry, you can’t just—”

His expression is dark as he dips down to hiss, “Watch me.” And with that, his tongue is forcing its way into your mouth.

He tugs your head back with the grip on your neck, falling so deeply into you that you’re not sure either of you will ever resurface.

And with that, he reaches for the baby doll neckline of your dress and rips.

Your tits spill out of their confinements and the animalistic display of lust that Harry is currently exhibiting is more than enough to leave you choking on a pained whimper.

But you remind yourself to chastise him later, because this is one of your favorite dresses, and he’s not a fucking caveman.

You’re forced back against the door, the cold surface stimulating your chest as you suck in a sharp gasp before he’s moving behind you once more.

He balls the soft material of the dress in his hands before collecting it above your hip.

Your lace underwear is twisted around his fist until it snaps, falling pathetically as he brings it to his own pocket for safekeeping.

Typical.

You hear the metallic clang of his belt as he flicks it undone and the sound alone is enough to force the drip down your thighs.

Enough time has been wasted between when you first excused yourself from the table and now, and this is something Harry seems to agree with you on as his chest meets your back.

“Beg me,” he murmurs, the tip of his cock brushing your cunt as your eyes flutter shut. “Beg me to fuck you the way he can’t. Beg me to let you come.”

Normally, you’d never let yourself entertain such a demeaning request and show for power, yet…tonight is an anomaly. 

Because garlic bread and all-you-can-eat salad is not the aphrodisiac you had anticipated falling victim to tonight.

But you have and you know undoubtedly that you might never find yourself with Harry like this again.

So, why not have one last quick fuck for the road before you go your separate ways?

“Shit,” you finally find the strength to whisper. “Please…please, Har. The only one. Only one who can make me come. Please...fucking missed it. Missed you.”

He curses between his teeth before finally…that feeling.

Your leg is thrust up against the door, knee pressed into the hard surface as he drives himself inside, your jaw going slack when you finally get what you’ve wanted for weeks now.

Him.

It’s familiar, and it’s good, and it’s so fucking full you’re not sure why you ever broke up with him in the first place.

He’s kind enough to offer about two and half seconds to adjust before pulling out and going again. Hard and slow clearly not on the table tonight.

Or…on the door.

You both know each other well enough to immediately create the rhythm that works the best, one hand reaching around your throat as he tugs you back, squeezing until your vision goes fuzzy.

Ecstasy. That’s all you know. Each sharp thrust and tug of his fingers in your hair, or on your hip, or around your throat.

He moves to grasp your jaw, squeezing tight as you swallow, something that merely spurs on the desperation.

“Fucking missed this.” Staccato breaths echo in your ear as he mumbles his admission. “Fucking missed this tight, little cunt. S’always so good to me. Yeah? Know you’re so fucking good to me. Take me so well—”

His fingers move for your lips, tugging at the bottom one until you take him into your mouth and suck. His favorite. 

You moan at the taste, mostly for his benefit, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t live to devour each part of him.

Besides…he tastes like the frosting he was so determined to swipe from the plate.

And now maybe you’re grateful he did.

Once he removes them from your mouth, they fall down your chest, tweaking your nipple—hard—before traveling lower.

They find your clit, thumb pressing tight to your body until you’re gasping against the door, turning until you can rest your forehead against the surface.

“How’s this, baby?” A sadistic chuckle. “Bet you fucking missed this, didn’t you? Missed the way I touch you. Missed the way your body drips for me—”

You’d almost agree with him if you weren’t currently swallowing a loud cry.

“—bet you always do, hm? Drip for me? When you’re fucking yourself thinking of me?” His lips move to your neck, sloppy kisses trailing down your spine. “Bet you play that video, yeah? Love to hear yourself whine for me, don’t you? Love to hear the way you drip down my cock.”

Your cheeks flush. Not at the mention of the video, per se, but at the realization that he’s right.

Because you do. You can’t help yourself. Fucking your own fingers can only take you so far.

But the video…the sounds. The way he looked coated in you. It was so fucking beautiful. Watching him swipe his wrist over his chin before licking it off—

A salacious moan escapes without your consent but it’s really Harry’s fault for making you remember such an erotic night.

“S’tight, yeah? Feels so good…fucking wanna come for me, don’t you?” He’s beckoning you to your end. Demanding your release. And you’re powerless to stop it.

You nod, wordlessly, but of course Harry and his gigantic ego can't be so easily satisfied.

"Ask me," he whispers forcefully. "Fucking ask me to let you come."

“Har—”

“Ask me nicely to let you come,” he repeats, using the hold on your hair to force your cheek harder into the door.

And despite yourself, you oblige to his request. “Let me come, Har…please. Please just…just let…”

“Y’don’t come for anyone but me, yeah?” Another question disguised as a threat. “S’right, yeah? Never fucking come for anyone but me—”

“No,” you promise. “No, just you, Har. Always you—”

“Always me.”

And before you have a chance to scream so loudly, the entire restaurant can hear him obliterating you, he brings his palm to your lips, forcing your silence.

You’re not quite sure it’s ever felt so good, and you’re vaguely aware of him coming, too, but you can’t possibly care about anything else but the feel.

It encompasses you. All of you. You have no concept of time or reality. Just the feel. The feel of him. The feel of the burn already forming in your thighs. The way your hips roll back to extend the sensation as he pulls you down. 

Him. On your neck, your shoulder, your thighs.

“Shit.” He takes a deep breath, and you’d laugh if you had the strength. “So fucking good, darling.”

Those gentle kisses you’ve grown to miss are scattered across your skin. Each one softer and sweeter than the last.

“That’s my girl.” His lips never leave you once. Your stomach flips at the familiar phrase. “Easy, darling, I’ve got you. That’s it. S’all right.”

After he’s sure you’re strong enough to stand, he pulls out, much to your dismay. 

But your disappointment fades when he gently spins you around until your back meets the door.

Then…he holds you. 

Grabs your hips and moves to capture your lips with his. Tender this time.

You’d sigh with contentment if you were allowing yourself to miss him as much as you’re afraid you do.

The kisses move down your cheek. Your neck. Your throat. Your chest. Never harsh, never sly. As if kissing away all your troubles, all your pain, all your regret.

He lowers himself to a crouch, fingers rubbing soft circles into your thighs as he moves to kiss up the sensitive skin.

Collects you both on his tongue, licking a stripe up your leg as you inhale quietly.

All the while, murmuring, “S’okay baby. I’m here, I’ve got you.”

And you don’t doubt that he does.

When he straightens back up, he slots himself between your thighs, finding a home in your embrace.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and you just breathe. Breathe in the familiarity of him. The sweat, the sex, the cologne you used to hate but now you miss.

Fuck, you’ve never missed something so badly in your life.

But you can’t let yourself fall for him again. You can’t. You’re sure he’s already over you and getting over him is one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

You can’t do it again.

“We should go,” you hear yourself say, thankful the crack in your voice is undetectable. “We should…they’re probably really—”

“Don't go.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says this, his face buried deep in your neck. His grip tightens. Your breath hitches.

A beat as your lashes flutter. “Harry…”

“Don’t go,” he whispers along your jaw. “Don’t…don’t make me go. Can’t do it again.”

A sharp inhale. You have no response.

When he leans back, you see the yearning in his eyes. The genuine longing to keep you in his arms forever.

“I can’t do it again,” he repeats, hand coming up to cup your cheek, catching the tear as it falls. “We can figure all the other shit out later. I'll do whatever you want. But please…please don’t make me watch you walk out this door. Please don't make me lose you again.”

And despite every reminder of why you parted ways in the first place, every outrageous fight, every moment of bitter contempt that led you to the end…you smile.

You smile and weave your fingers through his disheveled hair, tugging him down until you can kiss him.

“I can't lose you, either,” you murmur until you feel him sigh with relief. "It's always you, Har...always come back to you."

He grins. The first genuine grin you've seen from him since the breakup. “Always me?” A desperate request. Hopeful.

And you’ve never meant something more in your entire life.

“Always you.”

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This was amazing it had me scared when she felt scared being in the castle and I also felt the sweetness of his words and I felt the sadness from his life before.

Phantom Shadows: If These Walls Could Talk - Yandere!Taemin X Reader

Yandere AU, Supernatural AU & Slight Reincarnation AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Mystery

Pairing: Taemin X Reader

Words: 13,685

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is!!! I'm pretty happy with the way this one turned out. It's a bit different than my usual style of writing, so I do hope you enjoy it! Leaving the AU a little bit of a mystery to add to the story, so I hope it works! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

Exhaling through your nose, you lean back in your seat, watching as the plane descends upon the tarmac. Rubbing at your eyes, you will yourself to stay awake for a little while longer, knowing your hotel room is right around the corner. Having had a long flight, you can’t wait to just hop into a nice, cozy bed. After taking a quick shower, of course.

Looking over the papers once more held in your hands, your lips quirk upwards slightly at the corners. Everything you need to start your research on Castle Etresque is in your hands, starting with the grant and deed you have been given in order to even be able to set foot upon the premise.

Having just finished your masters in history, you expected finding a job in your field would have been a lot harder than you thought. This one, however, just seemed to fall into your lap. Well, it helped that you’ve had a fascination with castles, and the supernatural, since you’ve been little.

Letting out a slight huff, you realize that’s probably why you so easily got this job in the first place. No one else wanted to explore the haunted depths of Castle Etresque, given its horrible history. It’s said only one of the many people that have ever attempted to explore the castle and discover its secrets has ever returned unscathed. The others… well, they still haven’t found the bodies.

A shiver runs down your spine as the plane touches down on the ground.

The legend of the castle is certainly famous, its secrets having been unexplored for many years. Those that dare venture inside of it only do so under the light of day, when the halls seem less daunting and more open.

You almost pity the poor souls that are tasked with the upkeep of the castle, but since it’s such a prominent historical sight, people stop by for pictures of the grand entrance all the time. The architecture alone is stunning, but you’ve heard that this is sort of like a test of courage. How close can one get to the castle without incurring the wrath held within those walls?

Supposedly, the castle is haunted, like many other ‘ancient’ palaces of its time. They say the lonely ghost of a man wanders the halls at night, waiting for his lover to return, and if he comes across anyone in the halls whom are not his beloved, they are never to be seen again.

You roll your eyes as you think back on the legends now. If only one person has survived this so called ghost, why have they refused to talk about it to anyone? Many reporters and historians alike have attempted to interview the survivor, but they no longer accept visitors. Even when those few were lucky enough to get an interview, the survivor said hardly anything to them.

Only a few choice words ever escape their lips when speaking about the castle.

Ancient. Dark. Ruin. Run.

Many have opted to assume that the survivor has gone insane due to the horrors of the castle, but there was something other than insanity shining behind Kim Kibum’s eyes when you managed to hold a final, brief interview with him thanks to your sponsor for this entire ordeal.

When the note came in that you were to interview him, you were extremely shocked. Your questions on how your employer managed to get Kibum to agree to the whole ordeal still remain unanswered to this day.

Looking back on it now, you think you begin to understand why he refused so many interviews. The cold, unaltered fear that shone in his eyes when you had asked him to tell you anything that he could remember about the castle still shakes you to your very core.

It’s a good thing you don’t believe in ghost stories.

Part of why you ever wanted to become a historian in the first place was due to your excessive need to uncover the truth. You’ve always considered yourself a bit of a great sleuth, but detective work just wasn’t for you. You rather enjoy history, uncovering the bones of different sites and understanding just what has happened to create such elaborate stories. There’s value in knowing and understanding such events, especially when it comes to understanding the present, and you’ve always loved a good story.

Collecting your carry on bags once it’s safe to do so, you begin to follow the crowd into the airport. Once making it through customs, you patiently wait for your luggage to come through. As soon as you have everything you need, you’re heading out for a taxi.

“Where to, Miss?” The driver asks as he helps you place your bags into the trunk.

After telling him the name of your hotel, you see him give a brief nod, and the two of you are off.

Shifting your gaze to the window, you take in the scenery around you. The coast lies off to your left, while the mountains stretch out on your right. You know you have a bit of ways to go before you reach the town your hotel is in, which isn’t that far off from the castle. In fact, once you round the bend in the road, you should be able to see the castle on the side of the mountain.

Sure enough, the tall spires are easy enough to spot once the taxi rounds the bend in the road. You know the town isn’t too far off now, and you’ve been lucky enough to avoid idle small chat with the driver for the most part. Unfortunately for you, the closer you get to the town, the more interested he seems in talking.

“So, what brings you to our town, Miss?” He asks politely.

“Work,” you reply bluntly, but still enough to be considered polite.

“What type of work, may I ask?”

“I’ve come to investigate Castle Etresque,” your words make him visibly flinch.

“You’re certainly brave, Miss. No one has dared to investigate the castle since that Mister Kim Kibum has,” he meets your gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Surely someone has,” your brow furrows.

“Other the cleaners that dare go up there from time to time to restore the outside architecture, no one dares to travels to the castle anymore. Unless they’re some teenagers looking for a thrill,” he tells you, then, whispering lowly to himself, “I was wondering why the town was in such a kerfuffle yesterday.”

“What was that?” You tilt your head slightly in confusion.

“Oh, nothing,” he smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just realized why the cleaners were traversing the old roads the other day, that’s all. You’re not staying at the castle while you’re here, are you, Miss?”

“I wouldn’t be giving you the name of my hotel if I was,” you reply as you see his brow furrow.

“You wouldn’t-“ realization crosses his features, “oh, right.”

An uncomfortable silence settles over the both of you now as the car makes its way through the streets of the town. Luckily, a few minutes later you’re pulling up just outside your hotel.

As soon as the car stops, you’re hopping out and grabbing your luggage as quickly as you can. Thanking the man after paying him, you turn to face the hotel.

“Miss?” The driver catches your attention once more, causing you to turn to look at him from over your shoulder. “Be careful.”

You shoot him a small, tight smile as he drives away, grateful to finally have made it to your hotel. Dragging your bags behind you, you walk inside, heading straight to the reception where you grab the key to your room and head upstairs.

The elevator ride is short, the doors letting out a little ding once on your floor. Finally, you’re able to make it to your room, opening the door and nearly collapsing onto the bed. However, before you do that, you decide to take that shower first, then you practically flop onto the bed. You can alway unpack tomorrow.

That night, you fall into a dreamless sleep. The first dreamless sleep you’ve had in a while, which you’re forever grateful for. Normally, you’re haunted by images of a veiled figure, gliding through dark halls, with a crown of thorns on its head.

For once, you don’t wake up in a cold sweat.

The following morning, you wake to sunlight streaming through the curtains of your hotel room. Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.

Checking your phone, you see you still have plenty of time before you have to meet with the mayor and sponsor of this whole ordeal at the agreed upon place. You weren’t planning on sleeping as long as you did, but you’re grateful for the extra few hours. Looks like the jet lag is hitting you strong already.

Hoisting yourself out of bed, you get ready for the day. Since you have some spare time before your lunch meeting, you decide to unpack, placing everything in an appropriate spot for the time being. Once done, you smile to yourself, tucking your suitcases off to the side so that they’re out of the way.

A knock at your door half startles you out of your thoughts.

Sparing a glance at the time, you realize just who must be knocking at your door. Sure enough, opening it reveals exactly who you thought it would be. He must just be that eager to meet you, instead of waiting for you at the café across the street.

“Mister Kim, thank you for coming to get me,” you smile politely at him to which he mirrors.

“Please, call me Jongin,” he takes a step back so as to let you into the hall after you grab a few things that you’ll need for the day. “It’s no trouble at all.”

Holding your notes to your chest, you follow Jongin to the elevator, finally able to get a good look at him. The mayor of this town, though certainly young in age, is a lot more handsome in person than you would have thought. All of those video conference calls most definitely did not do him justice.

In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder just how he has been able to obtain such a position of power at such a young age.

“Been in the family for generations,” he replies, seemingly reading your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had said that out loud,” you avert your gaze slightly, embarrassed at your unprofessionalism.

“It’s alright,” he smiles at you once more as you step into the lobby of the hotel. “It’s a common curiosity to newcomers to our town.”

“I can imagine,” you chuckle along with him as he leads you across the street to that little café, both of you taking a seat at one of the tables along the street since it’s such a lovely day outside. “Now, what else can you tell me about my assignment?”

“Always straight down to business, eh?” He grins, just as one of the servers places a menu in front of each of you, greeting the mayor with nothing but politeness. Jongin nods, leaning forwards slightly as you pull out a pen to continue scribbling away at your notes. “Well, Castle Etresque has been around for centuries. I’m sure you remember reading the legends I’ve sent you.” You nod at this, recalling the attachments he’s emailed to you. “What I want you to focus on, is disproving them. The rumours are honestly bad for business, and our tourism industry is taking a toll.”

Your brow furrows, “the town doesn’t look too bad.”

“That’s cause we’re on the nice side of town,” he replies. “Our economy is honestly taking a toll, and since nowadays kids will do anything for the thrill of it, we’ve had to invest quite a bit of money in repairing the castle from damages from break-ins. We- as in I- believe that uncovering some of the castle’s rich history will open up the tourism industry to a little more traffic and reduce the amount of adventurers from braving the legends alone. Besides, we no longer want out castle to be haunted by ghost stories.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you nod. “I just have some questions of my own, before I get started, of course.”

“Of course,” he nods, repeating your own words as coffee is placed in front of either of you.

“Over the past few centuries, there have been many disappearances revolving around the castle,” you begin, and you see a spark of recognition flash behind Jongin’s eyes. “Everyone who has attempted to stay in the castle overnight has never returned, no bodies ever being found. Are those also just rumours, or is there some truth to that?”

Jongin lets out a sigh, taking a sip from his coffee. “Stories are just that: stories.”

“So, there’s no truth to them?” You quirk a brow.

“The best lies have some sort of truth mixed into them,” he replies. “Most of them are heresy, except for two. Two honestly cannot be explained.”

“Which two?” Your pen scratches away at the paper beside you.

“In order for me to tell you about one, I must tell you about the other, for they go hand in hand,” he begins. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the tale of Count Kai?”

“I am,” you nod, “but for the sake of research, why don’t you tell me your account of the tale.”

“I’d love to,” he grins, taking another sip of his coffee, noticing how yours still remains untouched on the saucer in front of you. You lean forward on the edge of your seat as Jongin begins the tale. “The Lord of the castle at the time, was Lord Lee Taemin, who lived alone for the most part, save for his servants and staff. Lord Taemin was a kind soul, who took pity on those that could not take care of themselves, offering them hospitality when no others would. Many times he would open his doors to the townspeople, until one lucky day, he met someone and fell in love. They were quite a pair to behold, always working with one another and fitting together like two souls that had been split apart only to reconnect once more.”

Finally, you reach for the coffee cup, taking a sip of the beverage as you sit back in your seat.

“Nothing could separate them, and all the town loved them,” Jongin continues, only stopping briefly when the server comes back to take your orders. “As I was saying, the whole town loved them. Only, something in Taemin began to change.”

Your brow furrows, “he changed?”

“It was quite sudden, and unexpected,” Jongin nods, as if recalling a long forgotten memory. “Suddenly, his once open doors began to close, keeping the townspeople out and no longer offering them refuge to whatever ailment they suffered. Word had gotten out that his beloved had gotten sick.”

“Sick?” You voice your disbelief.

“Yes, sick,” he confirms. “So, Taemin sent all his staff and servants away so he could personally care for them.”

“He sent away the people that were taking care of them, so he could take care of them himself?” You frown at the logic and Jongin’s eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Don’t look at me, this is just the story I’ve heard,”

You shake your head, disbelief clear on your features.

“Anyways, this is where Count Kai comes in,” he continues. “There had been a terrible storm that day, the rain causing massive flooding in the area and nearly wiping out all of Count Kai’s men. Seeking refuge, he followed the path that led to the castle in the dead of night. He ended up making it to the castle, but when the search party went out the next day, they found no trace of him or what had survived of his men. In fact, when they searched the castle, it was empty, neither men to be seen again.”

“No one thought that they just up and left?” You tap your pen on your notes, a curious gleam shining in your eyes.

“No one ever found any traces of either of them leaving, nor Taemin’s beloved, at the time,” Jongin replies. “The only clue they ever got was a patch of upturned earth found in the gardens two days later. Excavation revealed it to be the body of Taemin’s beloved, having succumbed to whatever illness they had at the time. The rumour is that Kai fled, fearing Taemin’s wrath after loosing his love, only for Taemin to succumb to grief shortly after. Their bodies have never been found.”

“No offence, but it sounds like a poor excuse of a story to me,” you meet his gaze just as the server returns with your meals.

Jongin shrugs, “don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger.”

You snort at that, thanking the server briefly as you cap your pen. “Well, whether that history is true or not, there’s something strange going on inside Castle Etresque, and I’m going to uncover the truth about it.”

“I cannot wait,” with a smile on his lips, Jongin looks past you and towards the castle looming on the side of the mountain. “Though certainly you do not plan to travel up there today.”

“Not today,” you shake your head. “I still need to get a few things in order before I can make the trip.”

“Are you planning to stay overnight in the castle at some point?” He meets your gaze, something shining behind his irises that you don’t quite understand.

“We’ll see how my first visit goes, then I’ll decide from there,” you tell him, “but I wasn’t planning to.”

“I see,” he hums. “I figured you’d want the whole immersive experience, being a historian and all. Not many can say they’ve spent their research period staying inside a luxurious castle.”

“A luxurious haunted castle,” you correct him with a twitch of your lips upwards in a teasing grin.

“Yes, yes,” he seemingly waves off your comment, a grin of his own tugging at his lips. “Haunted castle.”

The rest of lunch passes fairly swiftly, the both of you continuing to discuss your stay while researching the castle. After everything is finished, you make your way back across the street to the hotel, eager to do a little more digging into the version of the story Jongin has just told you about Count Kai and Lord Taemin. Perhaps you’ll even ask a few locals about it later when you have a better understanding of the castle.

Making it back to your room, you unlock the door. Stepping inside the room, the first thing you notice is a slight draft that you hadn’t before. With a furrow to your brow, you allow the door to fall shut behind you, noticing how the curtains seem to sway in the breeze from the open window.

Funny, you don’t remember leaving the window open.

Shaking your head, you move over to close the window. Perhaps the maid service forgot to close it when they cleaned your room.

Placing your notes onto the desk in the room, you’re quick to pull out your laptop, setting everything up in preparation for the extra bit of research you’re about to do. Cracking your neck, you begin.

Two hours later and you’re feeling much more confident about your understanding of Castle Etresque and Lord Lee Taemin. Seems that the events of Jongin’s story took place during the mid-seventeenth century, the castle having been around for even longer. You even found some sites that emphasized Lord Taemin’s ghost as being the cause for all of the disappearances again, with articles detailing the missing person’s reports. Looks like Jongin really didn’t tell you everything. That, or he just doesn’t want to scare you off. After all, you’re the first historian in years to take his offer of exploring the castle once more.

Pushing your chair out, you lean back and stretch your arms above your head. Satisfied with the amount of information you’ve collected, you figure it’s now time to explore the town and ask the locals all that you can about the castle. Hopefully, they’ll have some similar answers for you.

Unfortunately for you, most of the townspeople that you ask about the castle are too scared to digress much more information than the basics you already know, for fear of the ghost. Some even go so far as to label it ‘The Curse of Taemin’, not wanting to elicit the wrath of the spirit that haunts the castle.

You simply shake your head at those people. You’re getting nowhere, with little to no new information. The least they could do is tell you more about this supposed ‘curse’.

Luckily for you, you come across a woman who seems more than happy to indulge you.

“Oh, that old thing?” She chuckles. “So many think that if they so much as speak about the castle Taemin will come down and smite them where they stand, or in their sleep.”

“Is that the curse?” You question the woman, whose name you’ve leaned is Wheein.

“Part of it,” she shrugs. “Depends on who you ask.”

“Meaning?” You prompt.

“Some say Taemin will lure you to the castle to be killed. Others say he comes down to kill you in your own home,” she answers, to which you nod. “It changes depending on how scared one is of inflicting the wrath of a ghost.”

“Do you think people believe that this curse is responsible for all of the missing people who have gone up to the castle?” Your brow quirks in inquiry.

“It definitely does nothing to divert the superstition,” she replies. “Everywhere you go in this town you’ll find someone who either believes in the curse, or is too scared to disprove it. I’m glad you’re here.”

You’re slightly caught off guard by her sudden words. “Thanks, I’m glad I’m here, too.”

With a final smile, she’s continuing on her way, leaving you with a final, “if there’s anything else, you can always find me at the library.”

Mirroring her smile, you thank her once more for her time and head back to the hotel. At least you managed to get some new information, though you’re beginning to wonder what else Jongin might be hiding from you. Either way, you’re more than ever eager to uncover more of this town’s, and that castle’s, secrets.

Once back in your hotel room for the evening, you order some room service for dinner. You figure you should just take the night to relax since you’ve had such a busy day today. That, and you’re still slightly jet lagged from your flight. Besides, tomorrow will be the first day you finally travel up to the castle to do some exploring. Hopefully, it will be the start of many.

The next morning, you wake up to overcast skies. Again, you’re set to meet Jongin in the lobby before you venture off to explore the depths of the castle, and this morning, you’re determined not to lose track of time.

Sure enough, after getting ready, grabbing a quick bite to eat, and making your way to the lobby, you already see Jongin waiting for you by the front windows.

“Ready for today?” He asks.

You nod, “eager, too.”

“That’s good,” he smiles, almost tightly. “Will you be needing accompaniment to the castle today? I do insist-“

“No, that’s quite alright,” you cut him off quickly, noticing how he blinks at you in slight surprise. You’d rather take your time without any interruptions today to really discover and explore the castle. Besides, you don’t want to be distracted.

“Ah, it’s probably for the best,” he chuckles humourlessly. “I’d probably just get in your way and distract you from doing your job.”

Again, you’re taken aback by his words. It’s like he’s read your mind for the second time within the span of two days. However, before you can respond, he’s already heading out of the front door, holding it open for you to follow behind.

“Can I at least drive you up to the castle? I know it’s really not that far, but I’d feel better knowing you got there safely,” he begins to walk over to what you assume is his parked car.

“Why? Are the woods not safe?” You tilt your head in minor curiosity, looking off into the forest that lines the side of the mountain leading up to the castle.

“Something like that,” he mutters.

“Wolves?” You turn your gaze on him, and the way he scowls has your brow furrowing.

“Certainly not,” he shakes his head.

“Bears?”

“Not for years,”

“Mountain lions?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” he frowns.

“Then I think I’ll walk,” with a nod, you begin to head off towards the path that will take you up the mountain.

Jongin stands there, shocked for a moment, before he’s jogging to catch up to you. “Really, it’s no trouble at all.”

“No, no,” you assure him. “It’s quite alright. I’d really rather take in the scenery and get familiar with the area, anyways.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” he hesitates, “but if you need anything, or if anything happens, anything at all, you have my number, so don’t be afraid to call.”

“Will do,” you send him a smile, and you swear he almost grimaces as you turn back around to walk off without another word.

Before you can get more than a few steps down the road, Jongin’s voice is halting you once more.

“You’ll need this,” he says once he’s caught up with you, handing you a key.

“Right,” you nod once, grasping the key tightly in your hand. You’ll have to get in somehow. “Thanks.”

Jongin shoots you a weary smile. “Be safe.”

Turning back around, you continue to make your way towards the path that will take you up to the castle. Once surrounded by the trees, you breathe a small sigh of relief. As much as you appreciate Jongin’s offer, you’d prefer to explore things alone for the time being. That, and something is beginning to nag at the back of your mind the longer you spend around him. You’re beginning not to trust him.

As you walk up the shaded path, you sling your bag around to your front, double checking to make sure you have everything you’ll need before you get too far away from town. Clicking the flashlight a few times confirms the fresh batteries you’ve placed inside are still working well. Nodding to yourself, you zip your bag back up, slinging it around your shoulders once more. Your camera and phone are fully charged, too. Just in case.

About half an hour later, you’ve finally made it to the foot of the castle. Pausing to catch your breath, you take in the grandiose that is the entranceway. No wonder people stop by to take photos of this place; it’s stunning.

Wiping some sweat from your brow, you trek forwards, pulling out the key from your pocket that Jongin gave you. Sliding it into the old lock, you twist it, hearing a satisfying click come from the old doors. Ever so slowly, you push one of them open.

The little light that streams in from outside offers you little visibility due to the clouds still hanging overhead. In the back of your mind, you just hope it isn’t raining when you finish for the day. You didn’t think about what would happen to you if you had to walk back in a downpour.

Pulling out your flashlight, you’re quick to turn it on, wanting to take in as much detail for the first time as you can. Pausing briefly, you take in a deep breath. You scrunch your nose as the smell hits you.

Oh yeah, definitely musty. Old and musty.

If the smell wasn’t enough to tell you that the castle was ancient, the amount of dust and cobwebs alone would. Quite literally, it appears as if no one has set foot inside the grand foyer of the castle in years. A stark contrast to how clean and refurbished the outside looks. Seems as if some of what Jongin has told you about the maintenance of the castle is true.

Adjusting the straps of your bag slightly, you right yourself.

Your first proper step inside the castle is met with a cool breeze brushing against your skin. There must be a few broken windows somewhere, then, if there’s a draft like this. You frown.

On your walk up to the castle, you came up with a small exploration plan. You’ll spend today searching through the castle and gaining a basic understanding of where everything is. Once you’ve drawn up your own map of the place and taken sufficient photos, you’ll leave for the day and do some deeper exploring tomorrow. The best way to explore is to know where you’re going to look. Besides, this way, you can probably uncover some secrets to explore at a later date.

Nodding to yourself, you decide to start with the doors to your right.

In no time at all, you’ve covered the main floor, each doorway leading to another grand room. So far, the ballroom has been your favourite place you’ve seen, and you can picture the grand events that have taken place within, almost as if you had once been apart of them. To say it takes your breath away would be an understatement.

One thing you have noticed, however, is that the deeper you delve into the castle, the cleaner it appears to be. Certain rooms are almost void of dust and cobwebs, but that certainly cannot be the case. No room is airtight, and as far as you know, no cleaning has been done inside the castle. Either way, you make a note of it in your findings.

“Looks like this phantom likes to clean,” you snort to yourself quietly.

The ghost of a breath slides down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Turning around, you swear you hear a slight chuckle as goosebumps litter your skin.

Shaking your head, you clear your thoughts. Must just be your imagination.

Moving on, you enter another grand room, your exploration of the main floor going quite smoothly. As soon as you’re done with your small map of the ground floor, you move on to one of the upper ones.

Travelling up one side of the massive double staircase, you examine some of the pictures that line the walls. Looks like the majority of the pictures are paintings of scenery, as well as a few familial portraits, but some are too dirty to make out. Others look like they’ve been removed, for there are spaces on the walls with missing frames.

You make another note, finding it interesting how this castle has such pictures right in their main stairway. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear they’ve been kept here as a sort of memorial.

Finally reaching the second level, you continue your exploration. With a furrow in your brow, you note once more that this area looks even cleaner than the floor below. Weird.

Opening the door to one of the rooms, you seem to have come across a music room, for a grand piano sits directly in the centre of it. Walking over to where the piano stands, you do a quick circle around the piece. Oddly enough, the only instrument that seems to be the best kept is the grand piano, finding only a minor amount of dust on the keys compared to the blankets of dust that cover some of the other instruments lining the walls.

Slowly, carefully, you run your fingers along the exposed keys of the piano, pressing down on one of the notes. A clear note rings out, echoing off of the walls of the room, surprisingly in tune.

Your head snaps up as you feel the gentle graze of something cool against your cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the feeling was nothing short of a caress, but it passes almost as quickly as it comes.

Damn, that breeze really is getting stronger the deeper into the castle you go.

Leaving the room for now, you mark down your findings and continue on your adventure. A few doors later, and you come across a beautiful three story library that, quite literally, takes your breath away.

As your awed gaze sweeps around the room, you swear you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Only, when you turn around, there’s no one there.

Perhaps all of those ghost stories are catching up to you, and your paranoia is making you hear, and feel, things that aren’t actually there. Your mind is simply playing tricks on you.

Deciding to leave the library for now, but making a mental note to come back to it later, you continue to explore the castle. An hour and a half later, and you only have one final room to explore, besides the outdoor gardens located in the back, of course.

Staring at the massive door in front of you, you take a deep breath. If your research and previous exploration led conclusions are correct, this should be Lord Taemin’s personal chambers.

You hold your breath in anticipation, heartbeat ringing in your ears as you push the large, intricately carved door open. You’re not quite sure what you’ll find once you open the door, but whatever it is that you are expecting, this most certainly is not it.

The room, at least to you, appears normal. Grand, most certainly, and surprisingly well-kept despite the years that have passed. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say this room is the most well-kept in the whole castle. The cleanest, too.

Before you can stop yourself, a breathless ‘wow’ escapes passed your lips, and you swear you hear that faint chuckle again.

Blinking, you begin to jot down your findings once more in your notes: grand windows that overlook the gardens, high ceilings, large canopy bed, beautiful stone carved fireplace with a large mirror above the mantel. You even note the desk, wardrobes, and seating area. Most importantly though, you note how warm the room feels; how welcoming. Almost as if it’s familiar to you, drawing you in with each breath you take.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you decide that that’s enough exploring for today. The dust is probably starting to go to your head, and you’ve had a long day. Besides, you could use something to eat, and you know it’ll be another half an hour walk back to the hotel.

Without another word, you close the door behind you, stuffing your notes back into your bag as you head towards the entrance of the castle once more. You’re fairly happy with the progress you’ve made on the first day, already having a better sense of direction as you travel back through the halls. You simply cannot wait to see what new secrets the castle has in store for you tomorrow.

That evening, as you go over your notes from the day, you find yourself thinking back to three rooms in particular. The library, the music room, and the Lord’s room all stand out to you, so you make a mental note to dive deeper into them tomorrow. That, and you also didn’t get a chance to explore the gardens at all yet, so you make a note to do that tomorrow as well. Once you’re satisfied with your findings for the day, as well as your plan for the morning, you stack your things into a neat pile and head to bed.

Turning off the light, you pull the covers up to your chin, settling down into the comfort of the mattress. You cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings you. You only hope it’s a nice day, though. You could really use the extra lighting when exploring the castle.

Closing your eyes, your last thought as you drift off to sleep is that you hope you have another restful night that is dreamless once more.

Oh, how wrong you are.

Again, you are greeted by a familiar hallway. One which you have dreamed of many times before, the same veiled figure crowned in thorns at the end of it. You watch as it turns its head towards you, and even though you cannot see its eyes, you just know that it’s looking through you, drawing you in.

Just as with every time before, it raises an arm towards you. Offering you its hand, it begins pulling you towards it, like some sort of magnetic force is drawing you in. No matter how hard you try, you can never escape.

You wake up in a cold sweat, heart pounding in your ears. Breathing heavily, you throw the covers off of you, noticing how sunlight streams in through the window. Steadying your breath, you sit on the edge of the bed. So much for another restful night.

Deciding you should at least get up to start your day, you grab a quick shower and check your phone. Nothing new seems to have happened that you need to be aware of, so you make your way downstairs to grab some breakfast after making sure you have everything you’ll need to continue exploring the castle today.

The least you can do is distract yourself by doing something you love.

The walk up to the castle today allows for you to clear your head. Jongin had offered to drive you up once more, only for you to deny him a second time. Luckily, today is a brighter day, the sun shining in the sky with a few clouds placed here and there. At least that should help illuminate the castle better when you check out some of the rooms again.

Making it to the castle, you unlock the doors, stepping into the grand foyer once more. Immediately, your brow furrows, noting how the area seems almost cleaner than the day before. You mind must be playing tricks on you again, there’s no way you had been imagining all those cobwebs yesterday.

Letting out a small ‘huh’, you’re quick to ascend the staircase to the upper levels. Today, you figure starting from the top and working your way down will be a good plan, for it gives you a different perspective than the previous day.

Thus, you find yourself outside of Lord Taemin’s room once more, carefully pushing open the door to reveal everything you saw yesterday in the exact same place. Allowing your eyes to scan over the room, you take in all the minute details for the second time, a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you enter the threshold.

Only, as soon as you step into the room, a chill races down your spine and you get the feeling of eyes on the back of your head.

Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you find no one behind you. Turning back around, you stare into your reflection in the mirror above the fireplace, frown prominent on your features. Your breath catches in your throat as you swear you see something blur in the mirror behind you, causing you to turn around once more. Still, nothing is there.

Perhaps that dream affected you more than you thought this time.

Letting out a deep sigh, you begin to explore the Lord’s room more thoroughly than the previous day. You find some trinkets, some elaborate jewelry and clothing, but nothing worth noting so far. At least, in relevance to the curse or the ghost stories.

Finally, you come to the desk, the very last piece of furniture you have to look through before moving onto the music room. Carefully, you pull open the drawers, finding writing supplies and what appears to be remnants of old parchment. However, the topmost righthand drawer proves fruitful, with you letting out a small ‘ah-hah!’

Your eyes shine as you pull out a small leather bound book from the drawer. As you carefully unwrap the strings around it, you study it. It appears to be a journal of some sort, and as soon as you open the first few pages, your hypothesis is confirmed. On the inside cover reads: Property of Lee Taemin.

Eagerly, you begin to flip through the pages.

The first few entries you skim through, nothing of importance jumping out at you just yet, for they seem to be just a teenager complaining about his duties. You laugh, recalling your own disgruntled journal entries when you were younger. Guess a few things haven’t changed over the years.

Some of the entries are too smudged to read, others providing no date to contextualize when they occurred. However, the last two are the most concerning to you.

The second last entry tells of a great storm and sickness plaguing the castle, and of unexpected visitors. This seemingly fits in to what Jongin has told you about the legend of Count Kai, for Taemin seems to recount sending his staff away over concerns for their safety. This only causes your frown to deepen. You thought he had wanted to be the only one to care for his sick lover, but perhaps that wasn’t entirely the case.

However, the last entry is what really stands out to you. Dated one day after the storm, it reads: She is dead, and with her, my heart is, too.

Confusion rises in your mind, the pieces of the puzzle appearing hazy at best when you attempt to fit them together. Some, you understand, like the fact that there was a great storm which caused some sort of disaster when Taemin’s love was sick, only for her to die. However, you are no closer to solving the mystery of his supposed ghost that is still haunting the castle, nor are you any closer to finding out who exactly was Lord Taemin’s lover.

Deciding to keep the journal with you, you gently close the leather bound pages and tuck the book carefully into your bag. Besides, you really want to go back and make notes about each part, and it’d be better to have the physical copy with you for reference.

Exiting Lord Taemin’s room, you have the sudden urge to explore the library more thoroughly. Perhaps there are some books in there that can provide you with some more answers, and if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll be able to find a log book of some sort.

As you begin to walk down the hall towards where you remember the library to be, a sudden cloud covers the sun. Immediately, the hallway is bathed in a grey darkness, and you freeze in your steps. At the end of the hallway, just before the library entrance, you swear you see a veiled figure glide past for a brief second. However, as soon as the sun returns, and the warmth covers your skin, you swear your paranoia is just causing your mind to play tricks on you again.

Calming your heart rate takes a few minutes, taking deep, steady breaths all the while. As soon as you’ve calmed down, you take a hesitant step forward, worried that something, or rather, someone will jump out at you from behind the corner at a moment’s notice. Except, when you peer around the edge, the only thing staring back at you are the empty halls of the castle.

Unconsciously, you breathe a sigh of relief, standing a bit straighter as you cross the hall to enter the library. All the while, you shake your head, clearing it of your intruding thoughts. If you’re going to get back into the mindset of exploring, then you’re going to need to be able to think clearly.

Entering the library, you are in awe once more. Today, you are able to travers each level carefully, noting where each section is and what types of books they contain. Again, you start from the top and work your way down, noting how the dust seems thinnest on the main floor while thickest at the top. Every so often you pull a book or two from the shelves, simply running a finger along the spine and over the facings, skimming through the pages when curiosity strikes you.

On the second level, you find a large desk where you place some of your supplies for the time being as you begin to collect a few volumes of the castle records. Once satisfied, you sit in the velvet seat before the desk, again noting how clean the chair appears to be. You swear that the seat feels warm, too. Almost as if someone had just been sitting here only moments ago, but you blame the sun for that one.

Skimming through the records confirms what you know so far, but also informs you of an instance of a fire that occurred sometime just after the storm. Looks like one of the upper rooms burnt, and most of the other record from previous Lords and Ladies were destroyed within, along with many portraits.

Those empty places on the walls beside the staircase flash in your mind, and you have an inkling that the fire wasn’t actually an accident as the records may suggest.

One thing that does stick out to you, though, in all of your findings, is the fact that a majority of these entries do not seem to be dated. In fact, some of them, based off of the preservation of the parchment and ink on the pages would suggest they occurred after the death of Taemin’s lover.

Humming to yourself, you pull out the journal you found in the Lord’s room, cross referencing the few dates in that book with the book of records you’re currently examining.

Your eyes widen as your breath gets caught in your throat. How could you have not noticed this before?

At a certain point within the records, the writing style changes, suggesting a different person has been recording the proceeding events after the storm. The same writing style which is present in the Lord’s journal.

Looks like Lord Taemin undertook bookkeeping in his spare time after the death of his beloved. Or rather, perhaps there was no one else around to do so, except for him.

Something’s not quite adding up, and you’re going to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner rather than later.

Slipping the book of records into your bag, along with the journal, you pull out your own notes and scribbling down your findings. Your mind runs a mile a minute as you piece together a story with the information you have.

Clearly Lord Taemin remained in the castle for quite a while, even after his lover’s death. So then, why does the current history remain that he disappeared along with Count Kai immediately after such a tragedy struck? Did something else happen?

All of these questions, and more, swirl through your mind as you finally decide to take a peak through the desk you’re sitting at. The first few drawers contain a miscellaneous array of items, such as more parchment, quills, and some dried up ink, but as you go to open the bottommost right drawer, you find you’re unable too.

Your brow furrows as you think it strange that a desk drawer to remain locked for all of these years. Luckily for you, the drawer seems loose enough so that you can wiggle it back and forth. Taking a moment to rummage through your bag, you manage to find what you’re looking for. A spare paperclip and some more wiggling of the drawer later, and you manage to pop it open.

Glancing inside the drawer, a small gasp escapes your lips, and you swear you hear laughter sound from behind you. Your heartbeat increases as the feeling of being watched returns tenfold.

Without a second thought, you’re reaching into the drawer to grab the similarly bound leather journal as to the one you found inside the Lord’s own desk. Tossing it into your bag you don’t even bother to close the drawer as you make your exit for the day. You’ve had enough of these laughing walls and their watchful eyes.

Hurrying back to town, you cannot shake the feeling of someone watching you. You shake your head; you’re just being paranoid again.

Walking back to your hotel, your stomach growls. Checking the time on your phone, you realize just how long you’ve spent inside the castle for the day. Much longer than you anticipated.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, you retreat into your room for the evening, figuring you should continue to piece together your findings, and go through that other journal you found. Setting up everything at your desk takes you no more than five minutes, and once you’re done, you find yourself just sitting there, staring at the new journal.

Taking a deep breath, you open it to the first page.

That same familiar scrawl of Lord Taemin’s meets your eyes, only this time, the ink looks fresher. Well, except for the first few entries, which read as follows.

Jan. 19

I couldn’t take the reminders anymore. I burned them all.

Jan. 29

The hunger is getting worse. Pain: unbearable.

Then, a third, without a date.

Monster, they called me. Spewing their insults once they saw me. Some ran screaming from me, claiming my visage to be a ghost.

I couldn’t help myself.

If a ghost is what they think I am, then a ghost I will become.

You swallow. Clearly something more happened to Lord Taemin after that night, but what it is still eludes you. However, with the way your mind is stirring, you do not like the direction you are being led in.

You’re starting to think that Lord Taemin was the one who killed his lover. By accident, or by choice, you still have yet to discover. All you do know is that you want to get to the bottom of this mystery as quickly as you possibly can.

Reading a few more entries in the journal reveals the Lord’s pain and suffering’s through his grief at losing his lover, along with a mysterious transition he keeps mentioning. He makes quite a few metaphors about blood, or at least, what you hope are metaphors, and a few choice words keep reappearing. In the back of your mind, Kibum’s own words of warning ring in your ears: ancient; dark; ruin; run.

Before you know it, hours have passed and you finally come upon the last entry within the journal. This one appears to be the freshest, the ink almost shining at you from the page, smudged in some areas as if tears had fallen as the Lord had been writing. No date accompanies the entry.

I’ve found her.

When Kai told me he had news of her whereabouts, I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. Not after all this time.

I spent years searching for her. Decades looking for any sign of her, and came up with nothing. Until now.

She looks just as beautiful as the day I lost her. When Kai showed me the photo, I could hardly believe my eyes, let alone speak my thoughts aloud. Even now, I’m having difficulty putting them into words.

I’ve been forced to live with myself and my grief these past so many years, constantly reliving that fateful night each time I close my eyes. I still cannot get the smell of her blood out of my mind, even after I burned all of her possessions.

I had killed her, and now, I have a second chance.

This time, I will be more careful. This time, it will work. I will do anything and everything within my power to ensure she is in my arms after all of this is said and done.

She will be mine once more.

A chill races down your spine as you drop the journal onto the desk in front of you. Lord Taemin cannot still be alive after all of these years. It’s been centuries. It’s impossible.

Pushing yourself away from the desk, you decide that that’s enough research for tonight. Either someone is playing a massive trick on you, or there’s something more sinister at work here than you realize. You’re starting to think that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew with this one. Maybe you should talk to Jongin about leaving the town for a few days until you’ve calmed down before returning to the castle, or maybe you should just leave and never look back. You exhale shakily.

As you slide into bed and switch off the lights, that creeping suspicion of being watched returns much stronger than before.

Perhaps it’s time you start believing in ghost stories after all.

Falling asleep that night is difficult at first, your mind swirling with all the new details you’ve uncovered just in one day. The more you think about it, though, the more you realize that you will need a few days away just to sort out your own head, and whether you want to continue with this investigation or not. History aside, there’s something bigger at work here, and you’re not about to lose sleep, or your mental health over it.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, sleep finds you.

Once more, you dream of that same hallway, the veiled figure with the crown of thorns resting upon its head standing at the end. Only, this time, you recognize that hallway.

The door to the Lord’s bedroom opens behind the figure, it gliding into the room shortly after indicating for you to follow it. However, once it realizes that you are not moving, it turns sharply towards you, once again pulling you towards it using that mysterious magnetic force. Only, this time, when you get close enough, you do not wake up.

This time, when you get close enough to the figure, it stops you, its hand wrapping gently around your own in order to lead you into the room. Moving over to the fireplace, you watch as it runs its opposite hand along the underside of the mantle, hearing a click before a door to a secret room is opening from within the fireplace.

The smell of burning wood and ash meets your nostrils as you hear the sounds of a roaring fire, the side of the figure illuminated by the flames. It’s almost as if the figure wants you to walk into the burning room, but you hesitate.

Just as it reaches for you once more to pull you into the flames with it, you wake up, gasping for breath. You barely have time to recover from your dream when you hear a pounding at your door, followed by the concerned call of your name.

Flinging the sheets off of your body, you manage to just wrap a sweater around your frame as you open the door. Jongin stands there, fist raised in the midst of another knock, worry etched into his features.

“Are you alright? I heard crying,” nothing but concern is in his voice as he looks into your eyes.

Sure enough, raising your hands to wipe at your face reveals dried tear tracks on your cheeks. You sniffle. “I’m fine.”

He shoots you a look, not entirely convinced, but he leaves it for now. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“That’s awfully kind of you,” you risk a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“How have things been at the castle so far?” He asks, a little too eagerly.

You swallow. “I’ve made some interesting discoveries.”

The journals flash through your mind, along with the record book, and the dream you’ve just had. In your distracted state, you fail to notice the smirk that twitches at the corner of Jongin’s lips.

Clearing your throat, you ground yourself back to your current reality. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

Over the past two minutes or so, you’ve come to a conclusion. You want to check out the Lord’s room one final time before leaving to see if that dream had any truth to it. Your curiosity is getting the better of you, and besides, your dreams are the whole reason you actually accepted this job anyways. You’d be able to draw that castle from memory now, with how often you’ve dreamed of it the past few years. Clearly there’s more to it that meets the eyes.

“What about?” He asks, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“I’m going to spend the night at the castle, and depending on my findings, I will leave for a few days and then decide if I will be coming back or not,” you inform him.

“I see,” he doesn’t appear all that shocked, almost as if he had been anticipating your words before you had even spoken them aloud.

“I believe I am under-qualified for this task at hand,” you say. “I think I took on more than I could handle.”

“Believe me, you’re the only one qualified for this job,” he mutters, and your frown deepens. “Well, if there’s anything I can do to change your mind, let me know. I’ll drive you up when you’re ready.”

Before you can even protest his offer, he’s walking down the hallway and turning the corner, heading back down to the lobby.

Letting out a sigh, you shake your head while closing the door to your room. Jongin sure is acting strange, and he seemed to be in a rush just now. You hope everything is okay, and that you’re not reading too much into it. Oh well, at least by tomorrow you’ll have put this town, and all of its secrets, behind you.

Deciding to take a quick shower, you get ready to leave for the castle once more. This time, you take a few more provisions with you, such as an extra flashlight, and a sweater. You also figure you should stop by the café and order a bunch of coffee if you’re going to make it through the night without sleeping.

At the first sign of danger, though, you’re out of there.

An hour later, you’ve eaten and gathered all the supplies you’ll need in order to spend the night at the castle. Oddly enough, you didn’t spot Jongin waiting for you until after you had exited the café with a large thermos filled with coffee and a few prepackaged meals. Your eyes narrow as you see him leaning against his car. He seems nervous; antsy, even.

“Ready to go?” He asks, as soon as you walk up to him.

“As I’ll ever be,” you reply, checking your phone for the time. Looks like you slept in much later than you originally had thought, and by the time you had gathered all of your supplies, packed all your belongings, and gotten ready to stay the night at the castle, it is now late afternoon. The sun should be setting in about an hour or so, so you don’t have much daylight left to use. “The sooner we leave, the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jongin grins, opening the passenger side door for you.

Quietly thanking him, you slide into the seat, mentally preparing yourself for the task at hand. You’ve already decided your plan of action, but you’re not quite sure if you’ll be able to stick with it. In fact, the closer you get to the castle, the less confident you feel. Really, the last thing you want is to head straight to the Lord’s room again, given the context of your dream. What if that figure is waiting for you?

You shake your head. No, that can’t be the case. Dreams are just that: dreams. There’s no deeper meaning behind them, is there?

“Is everything okay?” Jongin’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts. “You look a bit…” he searches for the right word, “worried.”

“I’ll be fine after tonight,” you reply, leaving the conversation at that.

If only you knew how true your words had been at this time.

The car ride takes longer than you would have thought it would, given the somewhat direct path up the mountain to the castle. Though, you suppose the amount of turns have something to do with the length of the journey. At least when you walked you could go straight up through the woods.

As soon as you can, you’re hopping out of the car, slamming the door shut behind you.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call,” Jongin tells you, leaning towards the now open passenger window. You nod. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

You nod once more, doing your best to hide the small furrow that wants to tug at your brows at how eager Jongin sounds to you. Almost as if he’s been anticipating this moment for quite some time now.

Without another word, he drives off.

The ominous feeling of the castle looms behind you, casting a shadow over your figure in the light of the now setting sun. Turning slowly, you take in the grandeur of Castle Etresque once more, quite possibly for the final time. Taking a deep breath, you approach the doors.

Sliding the key into the lock, you hear that familiar click before pushing the door open. Never before has the castle felt this ominous to you. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder if that’s just your paranoia playing up again in the light of the setting sun.

Stepping into the castle, you hesitate. A split second decision has you continuing straight through to the back of the castle. Looks like you’re not sticking to your plan after all. Besides, you still haven’t explored the gardens, and you want to see them in whatever light you can when the sun is still illuminating the sky.

Making your way back outside, you take in the scenery that is the gardens. Old vines wrap around crumbled archways, some even climbing up the side of the castle. You can tell no one has tended to these gardens in years, for most of the plants are either dead, or have been growing wildly, forging their own paths through the grounds over time.

Slowly, silently, you step onto the grass, gliding through what little of a path that you can see. Some of the hedges reach heights above your head, and you find a few small statues around some of them. One even leads to a fountain, or what you assume to be a fountain.

Nothing surprises you the most though, unlike the perfectly trimmed rose bush you find tucked away in the furthest corner of the garden. The blood red petals seemingly taunt you as you gently brush your fingers along them and down their stem.

Inhaling sharply, you recoil your hand, pricked by one of the rose’s thorns.

Wiping off the small amount of blood that swells on your finger, you decide to head back inside the castle. The sun is setting much quicker than you anticipated, and you don’t want to be stuck outside after dark. Who knows what could be lurking in the shadows.

Closing the door behind you, you pull out one of your flashlights. Turning the light on, you begin to make your way back to the front entrance and up the stairs. Time to check out the music room once more.

Halfway up the stairs, you halt in your tracks. The closer you get to the top of the landing, the louder the sound of a piano playing softly in the distance becomes. There’s only one room in this whole castle that you know to have a piano in it, and it’s exactly where you are heading to next. Looks like you’ll have to make another detour.

The moment you reach the top of the stairs, you’re making a beeline for the library. Perhaps there’s something you overlooked while you were there yesterday, and besides, your imagination is providing you with that veiled figure being the one playing the piano, and you do not want to walk in on that. Especially if it has that weird magnetic power that it does in your dreams.

You shake your head. What are you even thinking? There’s no way a figure form your dreams could be real. Your paranoia sure is acting up.

Entering into the library once more, you do another quick sweep of the first floor before making your way back to the desk on the second. Only, when you get there, you notice that the desk looks practically untouched, as if someone has cleaned up after you had left yesterday. The chair is once more tucked into the desk, papers stacked neatly onto it while the locked drawer you had left open in your rush to leave appears to have been closed and relocked.

Something is definitely going on here.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat, you decide to move back out into the hallway. The only sound that greets you is your heartbeat ringing in your ears, and you nearly jump at the way your footsteps begin to echo against the walls of the castle.

Again, the piano’s soft melody begins, causing you to freeze in your tracks. You hold your breath, feeling your heart pounding against your ribcage as you turn the flashlight off.

Using the light of the now risen moon to guide you, you slowly, quietly, make your way over to the music room. The piano reaches a crescendo as you reach for the doorknob, suddenly ceasing as the door creaks open.

All you are met with is an empty room, and your paranoia skyrockets. Someone must have just been playing the piano. Someone had to have been; you weren’t imagining something like that.

Taking a moment to attempt to steady your breathing, you enter the room, sweeping the flashlight around and illuminating every corner with the beam you have now turned back on. All you are met with is more emptiness, not a single being in sight.

Walking over to the piano, you place a hand onto the bench. Your eyes widen as you realize the significance of what you feel. It’s still warm.

You weren’t imagining things. Someone was just playing this piano. Only, who? And, why? Where could they have gone in two seconds flat?

You’re head spins, and you do not like the conclusions you come to as the images of the journal’s pages flash through your mind. Looks like more pieces of the puzzle are snapping into place, and so far, you do not like the picture they present.

Shifting your gaze around the room once more, you eyes land on the windowsill. A lone flower rests on the ledge, but not just any flower. A single red rose lays along the windowsill, and you find yourself backing away slowly. You know for sure someone is playing tricks on you now.

The sooner you can get out of the castle, the better. If only your curiosity still didn’t get the better of you. If only you didn’t feel drawn to look upstairs once more. You just have to check the Lord’s room one more time before you go, just to confirm that what you saw in your dream isn’t real. It shouldn’t be. It can’t be.

No longer caring if you’re being watched, you make your way back up to Lord Taemin’s room for the final time. When you push open the intricate door, you half expect someone to already be waiting on the other side, but instead you are met with darkness. Shining your flashlight around the room, you note the emptiness once more and breathe a sigh of relief.

Ever so carefully, you walk over to the mantlepiece, eyes darting this way and that, half expecting that veiled figure to pop out at you from behind a wall at any moment. Just as in your dream, you imitate what you saw the figure do, sliding your hand beneath the stone mantel until you feel a small latch. As soon as you flick it, a small click is heard and a secret door is opening into another room.

The first thing you notice about this new room is the smell. Charred wood meets your senses as you see ash littering the ground, as if a great fire had once been contained inside of it. You swallow thickly, recalling the castle’s logs.

Moving slowly, you enter the new room, ducking your head so that you don’t hit yourself on the way in. Once you’ve righted yourself, a gasp escapes your lips.

The surrounding walls are covered in scorch marks, blackened by soot and ash. All, except for one, which houses a large portrait, seemingly slashed across the face of one of the two people depicted within it. Below the portrait rests a small table, obviously having been brought inside the room after the fire had taken place. On it, rests two crowns placed upon a grey veil of sorts, folded beneath them and acting as a cushion. One, you recognize from your dreams, worn by the veiled figure in each one. The other, the twin to the one beside it.

Your whole body begins to tremble, your mind urging you to run and never look back as the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. Only, you find yourself moving towards the painting instead.

As you get closer, you find yourself examining the man in the painting, who can be no other than Lord Taemin himself. He stands proudly beside whom you assume is his lover, smile on his youthful face as he clasps her hands in his. If only you could make out her face.

You take another step closer, reaching forwards before you can stop yourself to push the slit canvas together back over the lover’s face. You nearly fall over, your breath hitching as you see your own face staring back at you from the canvas.

This cannot be possible. It shouldn’t be possible.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice from behind you has you whirling around, your eyes going wide as you take in Lord Taemin standing before you, appearing as youthful as he is in the painting. Only, his hair now reaches down to his shoulders. “I regret the day I ruined that beautiful face.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, “Taemin.”

You watch as he closes his eyes, a shiver of pleasure seemingly running down his spine as he takes a deep breath. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear my name fall from your lips once more.”

You can do nothing but watch as he approaches you, your feet glued to your spot in fear. Once he’s standing in front of you, he lifts his hand, gently tracing the side of your face with the tips of his fingers. The caress sends a shiver down your spine as he gazes into your eyes with the fondest look you’ve ever seen anyone give you.

“My love,” his voice is but a whisper, “you’ve returned.”

A moment of silence passes between the two of you.

“It’s you,” you breathe, much to his content.

“Me,” he mirrors with a soft smile gracing his lips, eyes searching your face and committing every detail to memory once more.

“You’re the man from my dreams,”

“I believe the kids are calling it ‘the man of my dreams’ nowadays,” he grins, and you push him away.

Immediately, his expression drops.

“No,” you step away from him, as your whole body begins to shake in terror once more. “You’re the one who’s been haunting my dreams.”

“Haunting is such a strong word, My Love.” You hear him click his tongue. “I told Kai not to start spreading ghost stories again.”

“Kai?” You shoot him an incredulous look as he begins pacing back and forth in front of you.

“I suppose he doesn’t go by that name anymore,” he mumbles more to himself than anything before turning his full attention back on you. “I believe he goes by Jongin, now.”

“The mayor?” Your head is spinning.

“Getting him that job wasn’t easy, but I suppose it’s payed off, now, hasn’t it?” The corner of his lips quirk upwards. “I have you with me once more.”

“He’s been helping you this whole time, hasn’t he?” You frown, your heart racing in your chest at what this means.

“Yes. He’s been indebted to me for centuries,” Taemin replies, somewhat nonchalantly until his expression is hardening. “He’s the reason I lost you in the first place.”

“I thought you killed-“

Something flashes behind his eyes which makes you stop yourself from completing that sentence. “It was his fault.”

You swallow, your shaking finally stopping momentarily so you can remain perfectly still. You feel as if you are prey stuck beneath a predator’s gaze.

“How are you even here right now?” Your gaze travels over him, and you notice he’s wearing surprisingly modern clothes for a supposedly dead Lord of over a few centuries. Unfortunately for you, it looks as if he takes it as you checking him out, smirk only falling when he hears your next words. “You should be dead.”

“You still haven’t figured it out yet?” He voices his disbelief. “Come on, I know you’re smarter than that.” He sees you grimace, and that smirk is right back on his features. “Oh, but you have.”

“It’s impossible,” you whisper.

“Nothing is impossible, My Love.” Again, he takes a step towards you, closing the distance between your bodies once more. At your hesitation, he continues, “go on. Say it. You know what I am.”

The pages of his journal flash within your mind once more. “You’re vampires.”

“That’s my girl,” he’s in front of you now, his arm wrapping itself around your waist and pulling you into his chest, his face buried into the side of your neck. You stiffen as you hear him take a deep breath, a shiver running down his spine as he does so. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How long I’ve waited to be able to see you again? To touch you?” He tightens his hold around your waist. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Tentatively, you place a hand on his chest, pushing him away for the time being. Luckily, he obliges. For now.

“I want answers,” your voice is firm, and you hear him sigh.

“Always so demanding,” he teases. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.” At your look, he takes a reluctant step back, increasing the distance between you in order for you to feel more comfortable. “Ask away.”

“You’ve been living in this castle for centuries,” you begin, looking at him expectantly.

“That is correct,” his eyes twinkle in amusement.

“No one knows you’re still alive except for Jongin, another vampire and your servant?” The last part of your sentence you raise in a question, and at his nod of approval, you continue, “he was responsible for your lover’s-“ at the look he sends you, you’re quick to correct yourself, “my death, and is indebted to you because of this fact.”

“Yes,” he nods once more. “Though, I would really prefer it if you stopped talking about other men when you’re with me for the time being. Especially him.”

“You both lured me here because…?” You quirk a brow, surprised at your own confidence for the moment.

“I thought I had made that clear,” he chuckles, and you immediately recognize it as the sound that has been following you around the castle as you have been exploring it the past few days. “In the simplest of term, you are the reincarnation of her,” he motions behind you to the painting hanging on the wall with his head, “finally returned to me after all these long years. I had to get you to come home somehow.”

“And invading my dreams as a sketchy, shadowy, veiled figure was the best thing you could think of?” You shoot him a look.

“I was still in mourning; I had to be sure it was you before I revealed myself,” he explains. “Then it just became amusing to me to keep returning to you like that. I knew you had a curious nature by heart, so I knew it was only a matter of time before you discovered who I was.”

“I couldn’t sleep for weeks because of you,” you narrow your eyes and he chuckles.

“Look at us, already having our first lover’s quarrel after years of being apart,” he coos, his eyes shining in the moonlight that continues to stream through the window.

“Is this a game to you?” You cross your arms.

“Of course not,” immediately, his expression is turning serious. “I have waited centuries to have you back in my life. You have no idea the amount of planning that went into this.”

“I can assume,” you reply bluntly, and he frowns. “The disappearances then, and the bodies that were never found?”

“I need to feed on something,” he shrugs, moving to lean on the table while crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Better to get rid of the evidence lest I want hunters showing up at my door again.”

Your heart jumps into your throat, “and preying on unsuspecting humans is your idea of what? Take-out?”

“It’s not my fault they were dumb enough to trespass on my property,” he counters, his own eyes narrowing slightly at the way you continue to look at him with fear in your eyes. “Do not worry, My Love, I would never dare to hurt you.”

“What about Kibum?”

“Whom?” He frowns.

“Kim Kibum,” you repeat. “The one you let escape.”

“I thought I told you I would prefer not to have you talk about other men when you’re with me right now,” he sighs.

“Answer the question,” you push, and he meets your gaze once more.

“I had to entice you to the castle somehow,” he says. “A little bit of compulsion never hurt anybody.”

“You compelled him?” Your stomach drops.

“Only to help persuade you into returning home,” he sighs once more. “And I thought I told you I would never hurt you.”

“But would you lie to me?” Your words surprise even you, and you see a spark light behind his eyes, as if a memory has been awakened within him

“Only if you want me to,” he breathes, his arms falling to his sides.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, eyes darting to the only entrance in and out of the room. The urge to flee is becoming stronger with each passing moment. You have no idea what Taemin is capable of, but the lengths to which he is willing to go to scare you seemingly know no end. Your exploration of the castle is proof enough.

Without realizing, you start to subconsciously move towards the exit. However, before you can move more than two feet, Taemin is in front of you in the blink of an eye.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is stern, commanding.

You, finding courage you didn’t know you had at the moment, brush past him and exit the hidden room. “This is a lot for me to take in, so excuse me if I’m a little caught off guard.”

“I would imagine so,” he follows you, and you can only assume you have his trust for the moment. “Worry not, My Love. I am here.”

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you as your mind races.

“I found your journals,” you blurt, not being able to stand the quiet tension building in the room as he continues to stare at you.

“I know,” he grins. “I let you find them; I wanted you to.”

“That room,” you motion behind him to the room you both have just come from. “You burnt all of her-“ he sends you that look again that has you quickly correcting yourself, “of my possessions.”

“I have regretted it every day since,” he admits. “The only thing I had left of you was that painting, and sadly, as you can see, I destroyed it as well.”

“Then the girl you referenced in your most recent journal entry was me,” you state, and you see amusement shine in his eyes.

“Are you asking or speaking your thoughts aloud, now?” He chuckles, and now it’s your turn to shoot him a look. He raises his hands in front of him in defence, silently telling you to take all the time you need to process all of this information.

The puzzle has finally been complete, and you most certainly do not like the picture. Your blood runs cold.

“Did you enjoy stalking me through your castle this whole time?” You narrow your eyes at him, taking in where you are in relation to where he is in the room. If you can just make it to the stairs…

“Stalking is such a heavy term,” he sighs, shaking his head slightly. “If you really must know, I did enjoy watching you rediscover our home.”

“Our home?” You brow furrows, eyes darting briefly to the open doorway off to your right.

“My Love, I thought I told you,” his sickly sweet smile turns into an expression that has your breath hitching in your throat at the dark look that takes over his features as he appears directly in front of you, closing off any chance of an escape that you had been planning, “Now that you’ve returned, I’m never letting you go again.”

Kkoongie And Baby Girl ~ Lee Taemin

The smiles on both of your faces grew as soon as Kkoongie came running through the house to see that the two, or three, of you were home. After days of being cared for by Taemin’s parents, she couldn’t wait to have you both back and gather your attention again.

“Did you miss us?” Taemin grinned, kneeling down to tickle his knuckles against the side of her face, giving you the space that you needed to walk in with the baby carrier in hand.

You sat down on the sofa once you were there, placing the carrier down on the floor beside you. The new item in your home immediately caught Kkoongie’s attention as she left Taemin’s side and moved through the room, with intrigue getting the better of her as always.

Her cheeks rubbed against the edges of the carrier several times, sniffing around it too as she tried to figure it out. However, as you reached in and took your new-born daughter out, that was really when her attention was captured, eyes studying what you did very closely.

Taemin watched on from a distance as you slowly lowered your daughter down in your hold so that Kkoongie to take a closer look. “She seems so confused,” Taemin laughed as Kkoongie walked all around your daughter, held tightly in your hold.

“I can’t quite figure out whether she likes her or not just yet.”

“She definitely seems as if she’s trying to grasp Y/D/N’s scent, her little nose is going crazy.”

As Kkoongie seemed to settle, you placed your daughter down on the carpet, keeping a close eye on things as Kkoongie took a few steps towards her straight away.

She explored everything as your daughter stared back at her with wide eyes, a little confused as to what was going on. Everything was new for her as you finally got to bring her home, taking it all in with her eyes flickering all around the room.

Once the two of them seemed to relax a little, Taemin came across to join you on the sofa too. His arm draped over your shoulders as you watched Kkoongie, making sure that nothing happened as she finally stopped sniffing around your daughter.

“It seems like Kkoongie’s taken quite a liking to Y/D/N’s feet.”

“The nurse did say that she’d avoid her face.”

Taemin nodded back at you with a proud smile, “it’s early days, but it seems like we might have a new set of best friends on our hands.”

In the blink of an eye, Kkoongie seemed to settle, curling up around your daughter’s feet where she laid. The feeling of soft fur tickling against the sole of her foot had your daughter excited, although a little confused too as to what the sudden sensation was.

“Kkoongie seems happy now, but just imagine what it’ll be like when Y/D/N is able to start stroking and playing with her,” you laughed back across to Taemin, “these two could be carnage.”

“We definitely can’t leave them alone,” he chuckled, “who knows what mess we’ll come back to.”

Your head nodded in agreement with him as you glanced back down at them both, with Kkoongie seemingly moments away from a deep sleep, your daughter didn’t seem too far away either.

“I wonder if she recognises any of the scent form your bump,” Taemin whispered, stunned by how easily Kkoongie took to your daughter, knowing just how shy she usually got around new people, “she loved your baby bump.”

“I feel kind of bad that she doesn’t have a bump to cuddle up to at night now,” you responded, looking down to your stomach where your bump had somewhat disappeared.

Taemin’s hand moved down to rest over it as he followed your gaze, offering you a reassuring smile. “I still think that she’ll cuddle up to you at night, she didn’t leave your side at all during those nine months, she doesn’t know any different now.”

Despite her small stature, Kkoongie had definitely been your biggest protector whilst you were pregnant. Just about every night she could be found on your bed, usually lying in between the two of you, curled up around your bump as best as she could, often leaving Taemin with no choice but to lay away from you.

It was almost as if the two of them had been together for years as you looked back down at them both. “I think we’ll have to be careful about Kkoongie leaping into bed with Y/D/N, not us.”

“The midwife did say that the cot would be quite appealing to Kkoongie,” you reminded Taemin¸ “I give it less than a day before we find her asleep in the baby carrier at some point, she won’t be able to ignore how cosy that is.

Comfort was something that Kkoongie loved, and around your apartment she got plenty of it. But it was the items that you had bought whilst you waited for your daughter to arrive that she really took a liking too, sleeping on many of them constantly.

“I think the four of us are going to be just fine,” Taemin whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you both shifted to look at the two of them sleeping on the carpet, “I don’t know why we ever worried about how Kkoongie would react with a baby.”

Your head nodded in agreement as your smile grew. It was one of the things that had worried you the most over the past nine months, but as you watched the two of them sleep closely to each other, you couldn’t believe why you ever fretted.

You always knew how kind Kkoongie was, but never did you imagine her to be as sweet and protective as she was around your daughter, embracing the new-born scent.

“I feel like I won the lottery.”

Your eyes flickered across to Taemin as he spoke, noticing how serious he was by the look in his eyes. “Can you believe that this is our family now?” You asked, wishing that you could stay in the bubble that you found yourselves in forever.

Things had gone better than either of you could have imagined, you’d hoped that with a bit of time the two of them would bond, but it already seemed like they’d been together for years. Luckily for you both, Kkoongie took to your daughter straight away, but after sleeping on most of her things for the past nine months, really it was the least that she could do.

“We’re going to have to take a photo of this,” Taemin told you, fumbling around for his phone, “I want everyone to see how cute the two of them are, my mum especially is going to go crazy at seeing this.”

“I bet the boys will adore it too.”

“They’ll be annoyed that we’re home and haven’t invited them round to meet Y/D/N yet,” he assured you, “if they had it their way, they probably would have been in the room with you when Y/D/N arrived.”

Your eyes rolled at how eager the boys were, somehow you knew that they’d find a way to be upset that Kkoongie had met your daughter before they had.

“I don’t want to move either of them,” Taemin told you as he quietly took a photo, “I just want them to stay like this forever and be the best of friends. I always saw photos of animals and babies, but I never imagined how cute it would be in real life.”

“Why do I feel like your phone is going to be filled with Kkoongie and Y/D/N photos in no time at all?” You quizzed, knowing exactly what Taemin was like.

His eyes went wide back across at you, “can you blame me when the two of them already look pretty adorable? And they’re only going to get cuter too.”

“I have to admit, they do look adorable right now.”

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Masterlist

181228 // just dance

You pop, when we get intimate

husband!Harry Styles x fem!reader

summary - how your moans made their way into the background of cinema

warnings - smut, poorly written, slight voyeurism? Harry wants to put your moans in a song so yeah, fluff

wordcount - 2,8k

a/n - Oh god, this one physically drained me. I've been writing it since like august, but the smut never came out right, I hope you like this one, my second smut ever and I'm still a bit awkward writing it so patience, please.

If you have any feedback on my writing, please let me know, it would help tremendously,

Hope you enjoy it.

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“You want to what?” You almost screeched as you looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“You heard me right,” he smirked.

You knew Harry could be unhinged when it came to his music. In his previous work, he wasn’t afraid to use intimate bits and pieces of your relationship, just to complete the storytelling. But this was too much, even for him.

“You are absolutely crazy,” you laughed and shook your head.

He had to be joking. Right?

This wasn’t what you were expecting today. You and Harry were both at home. You were working on a project for work and he was working on songs in his home studio. After being locked away in there for about 5 hours straight he came out into the kitchen and nonchalantly asked the craziest question you’ve ever heard.

“Will you let me put your moans into one of my songs?”

“Look, we don’t have to do it, I understand if you are uncomfortable, but I think it would go in the song perfectly,” he shrugged as he moved closer to the couch, where you were sitting. He crouched in front of you and you opened your legs to make space for him between your legs.

“I don’t know Har,” you mumbled as you leaned closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. It was an awkward position but you didn’t mind, you were glad to finally have him with you after he spent the few previous hours locked away in his studio.

“As I said, baby, if you are uncomfortable, it’s out of the window, you know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he kissed your cheek gently and placed his forehead against your temple.

“Let me think about it hm?” You asked and he nodded happily.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours softly.

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That was 2 weeks ago, and to be honest, you thought about his question non-stop. You roughly knew what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to put your moans to the forefront of the song. He wanted them in the background, just loud enough to slightly hear over the music, he didn’t think anyone would catch onto them after the first listen, and that calmed your mind slightly.

Harry was spending the night at his studio in the city when you decided to agree to his proposition. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend nights at the studio. He always said that he felt the most inspired when he worked alone and during the night, and you could understand that.

You retyped the text a few times before you hit send. Just a couple of minutes later, a long voice message came from Harry.

“Oh my God, are you for real? Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to do this just because I wanted it, please tell me you are sure,” even though he sounded concerned, you could hear a tinge of hope and happiness in his voice.

“Yes, I am sure, I know you would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me, I trust you with my life, Harry,” you sent back a voice message and quickly moved to gather your stuff and get to the studio.

It wasn’t far away, only about 15 minutes from your shared apartment. You listened to a podcast you started listening to while you were working earlier that day as you drove towards the studio.

You parked in the parking lot beside the studio and got out. The lights in the entire building were out, only reassuring you that Harry was in the building alone, maybe except for a couple of security guards, who were going to stay on the bottom floor, so it didn’t bother you.

You walked into the building and greeted the security guard who had a shift that night. You handed him your ID for him to check your name on the list of people who have access and wished you a good night.

You took the elevator to the rented studio, which was on the 8th floor. As the elevator slowed down, you called Harry to let you in.

“Hey, I’m here, can you let me in please?”

“Of course, love, I’m going to be right there,”

You only waited for about 2 minutes, before the door opened up and your husband appeared.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled you towards him. He rested his chin against your shoulder as he gently swayed your bodies from side to side. You reveled in the feeling for a few moments before he slowly pulled away.

“Come on,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you into the studio with him.

He locked the door behind the two of you and led you towards a small couch in the back of the room. He sat down, pulled you right on top of him in one fluid motion, and rested his palms on your hips.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as he peppered small kisses around your face.

“I missed you too,” you smiled and rubbed his back gently.

“Baby, are you absolutely sure?” He asked concerned.

“Do you want me to change my mind? Because it sounds like you do,” you teased as you swiped your fingers around the surface of his cheeks.

“Let me get things ready, drink some of my tea if you want, it should be still hot,” he smiled and handed you the mug full of herbal tea.

You took the mug into your hands and blew on the tea gently. You watched Harry as he toyed with the soundboard and the computer from the couch. After a few minutes, you placed the mug on the table in front of you and stood up.

You moved towards him as quietly as you could, trying to scare him. He squealed lowly as you dug your fingers into his sides. You wrapped your hands around him while he quietly laughed at your antics. You raised to your tippy-toes and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“You little minx,” he smiled and opened up a program on his computer screen.

“Are you done?” You asked and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Almost, be patient,” he mumbled. Your eyes wandered from the screen to the profile of Harry’s face. You allowed yourself to admire him for a while before he spoke up.

“I can see you staring,” Harry said absentmindedly.

“I am getting bored and horny, so hurry up,” you whined jokingly.

“I am done, the mic is on, we can go in,” he turned around and pulled you into him. He kissed you gently, and unhurriedly. Even though the both of you knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the kiss didn’t get steamy. It stayed soft and gentle as if to bring each other comfort.

“You can still say no, you can always say no, I won’t get mad,” he reminded you as he placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes in bliss.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “You told me like 5 times already,” you joked and he ‘tsked’ and raised your chin to keep you looking at him.

“I want you to be comfortable, and know that you can back out anytime you feel like it is becoming too much,” he stroked your cheek. You nodded in acknowledgment and tugged at his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with,” you said.

“Eager, are we?” he teased but complied and let you lead him to the booth.

“You were hopeful, weren’t you?” You teased when you saw the inside of the booth. There were blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, with some towels and water bottles to the side. Your heart fluttered. You couldn’t have asked for more. The fact that he went out of his way to do this to try and make you feel more comfortable made your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Guess you could say I had a hunch,” he winked jokingly and pulled you into the booth. He pulled you to sit down on the floor which was cushioned by the soft pillows.

“It’s so cozy, I love it,” you mumbled as you ran your hands over the soft fabric around you.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he smiled.

“C’mere baby, let me kiss you,” Harry pulled you onto his lap and quickly pressed his lips to yours. You stayed like that for a while. Pressed up against each other, lips moving against each other.

“Turn around baby, sit between my legs, it’s going to sound better that way,” he whispered into your ear and you complied. You shifted your weight and turned around, careful not to hurt him. You nested between his legs and pressed your back against his chest. You felt him lean against the wall behind him and get comfortable.

When the both of you got comfortable, you turned your head to the side, so you could face him.

“How are we going to do this?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you unless I want all of the moans in the background to be mine, so that’s out of the window,” he grinned and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, you tend to be just a tiny bit loud,” you smiled and raised your hand with a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Get your shirt off, woman,” he jokingly ordered and you raised your hands above your head.

“Get it off yourself,” you smiled. The shirt landed somewhere to your right. You didn’t have time to look because Harry pulled you into a kiss immediately after the shirt stopped touching your skin. He didn’t waste any time and cupped your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, making you moan into his mouth.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips as he ran the tips of his fingers over your stomach and hips. You moaned at his praise softly and raised your hips off of the ground slightly, trying to tell him you wanted him to slide your sweat pants off of your legs.

Harry knew you like the back of his hand, and immediately understood what you wanted from him.

“Raise your hips for me, love, just a bit,” he murmured against the side of your face and you complied, air leaving your lungs at his words, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck to get some stability. He swiped the fabric of both sweat pants and your underwear from underneath your butt, and down your legs.

“Straighten your legs,” he ordered and you did, just for him to hook his knees around your legs and pinning them to the ground, spread out. You let out a shaky breath, tensing up from the sudden cold feeling touching your hot core.

“Relax against me, and let me do the work,” you nodded your head desperately and you laid your head against his shoulder, burrowing your face in his neck.

At first, he didn’t do anything. His slight touches were teasing and almost non-existent, dancing over your heated naked skin.

As his hand traveled down, over your thigh, it nestled itself on your inner thigh, incredibly close to where you needed him, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

He was so, so close when he suddenly started to pull away. In the deep feeling of desperation, you forcefully closed your legs and pried them from underneath his, with a loud whine.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” you whined and Harry tsked disapprovingly.

“Be good for me, or you won’t get anything,” he threatened, and you nodded understandingly. You knew he wouldn’t do that to you, after all, he needed this but you knew the longer you would misbehave the longer it would take for him to properly start.

he pined your legs underneath his again, this time a lot firmer than before and his hand went back to the place it was before.

This time around, he didn’t waste any time and dived straight in. He pulled your hood apart with two fingers, leaving your pulsing clit uncovered in the slightly cold air of the recording booth. He smeared your wetness over his fingers and started rubbing soft circles on your clit, making you lean back into him a little more, feeling a jolt of electricity flash over your spine.

“Is that good lovie?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded vigorously, letting a breathless moan tumble out of your mouth. He didn’t take his time easing you into the feeling, as he started rubbing your clit a bit more roughly.

You didn’t understand how he did it, but you already felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. The feeling of the cold rings pressing against your heated skin only made the motions of his skilled fingers make you feel so much better.

You could feel his fingers starting to explore, the thumb circled your clit and the rest went downwards until you felt them prodding against your wet hole.

“Please, give me your fingers,” you moaned out and he kissed the side of your head.

“Be patient,” he murmured.

He teased you, only letting the tips of his finger dip into you before he pulled them away, only focusing on your clit.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you gripped his wrist and looked him in the eyes, with a pleading look on your face.

“Please,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, nodding, as if annoyed. You let go of his wrist, settling back against him.

He dipped his fingers in you again, going deeper this time. You spread your legs slightly more, trying to take as much of his fingers as you can. You moaned loudly when his fingers prodded against the sensitive spot inside you. The motion made you grip the loose fabric of his grey sweat pants you could almost feel him smirk behind you.

“Oh, God,” you whispered out as you fought against the flutter of your lashes, struggling against the urge to close your eyes in absolute bliss.

He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you, thumb on your clit, trying to graze the sensitive spot as much and as best as you could. Soon, you were a moaning and whining mess, too close to your orgasm to let out anything except the gasps of his name.

You were so, so close. The feeling in your belly almost too much to bear.

“Let go for me my love, cum for me,” he whispered against your ear.

You tried to hold off for a while, wanting to enjoy his touch for a bit longer, but you couldn’t it wasn’t possible.

You let go with a loud moan as the hot blinding pleasure hit you, making you see galaxies for a few moments. You desperately tried to close your legs around his hand, but this time, he was ready and didn’t let your legs slip from his. Harry continued to rub your clit even after your orgasm, making you whine and try to get away from him.

You felt sleepy. Your eyes were too heavy to keep them open and your limbs felt too heavy to move on your own. You felt yourself being moved. From between Harry’s legs to laying on a fluffy pillow with a warm blanket draped over you. You felt Harry slip away from you, and you tried calling out for him.

“M’just going to turn the mic off, I will be back in a minute, I promise darling, then I’ll clean you up,” he promised lovingly and you nodded, snuggling into the soft fabric of the pillow underneath your head.

He was right, after about a minute you could feel his presence again as the pillows around you shifted underneath his weight.

“I need to pull the blanket off, prepare,” he warned and you braced yourself for the chilly feeling.

You were grateful he cleaned up very quickly. He quickly wiped you up, and slipped your underwear on, mumbling encouraging words when you flinched away from being too sensitive.

“Sit up for me,” he gently ordered and pulled you up to rest against him. He opened the water bottle only an arm's length away from him and placed it against your lips, urging you to drink just a little. You took a few sips, but soon grew tired of it, and tried to lay down again. This time, he laid down with you. He threw a blanket over your bodies, snuggling your almost bare form to his, gently brushing his hand over your hair in soothing motions.

“Did so good for me, my best girl,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses around the back of your neck.

“At least credit me for the song,” you joked weakly, making Harry’s laugh the last thing you heard before you slipped into a well-deserved slumber.

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can you do a little blurb about clingy harry :))) maybe one where he's sick and just wants you??

just one smooch

harry styles x actress!reader

summary: Harry is feeling sick and there is only one person who can make him feel better. masterlist

warnings: sickness, one kinda sex joke

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is technically part of the SOH universe but it can be read as a stand alone

January, 2015

Standing in the freezing rain for that god-damn music video scene that didn't even make it into the final video really made Harry's cold feel so much worse.

Last time Harry was sick was when he got food poisoning for eating one too many airplane meals—and that was 3 years ago. Harry's had years of traveling under his belt and now knows how to get good food to avoid the upset stomach, but he has no idea why he feels so groggy.

It didn't help that Harry woke up alone, which always put a damper on his mood. He found that his king size bed feels almost too big when he rolled over again, and again, to try to feel her presence.

This morning, and late into yesterday, Y/n had a call back for another un-named project—she would never tell him what movie or role she would audition for, and then inevitably get of course. She liked seeing the surprise on his face when it was publicly announced.

But now this all means that Harry will be alone for the next hour.

He sighed and rolled over to his side. He reached over to his bedside table to get his phone, but got his phone and a little stickie note attached.

Miss you, love! I'll be back soon enough and then we can spend the whole day together! I'll pick up some take-out from that place you like too!

Keep the bed warm xo

Harry smiled and thought about how he should really get up to fix himself up for Y/n; the sight she saw when she got up must not of been that pretty, Harry thought, he better make himself presentable before she came back.

He rose up and immediately collapsed back down to the comfort of his pillows. His head did not feel like that two seconds ago, and when did he get all cold all of a sudden?

He groaned and withered away in the bed for much longer then what he should of. But he did make the genius idea to keep his sickness on the down low.

He sneezed as he got on his clothes and brushed his teeth. He soon moved onto doing his hair, then finding some of the stage makeup he uses for interviews to give a hint of color back to his face so he wouldn't look too deathly ill.

Soon enough, he heard the front door to his apartment and a cheery sound ring out. Harry got one last sneeze out before he came out of the bathroom and put on a happy smile.

"Hey! How'd it go?" Harry asked, taking her bag and the take out from her hands and putting it on the counter.

She smiled, sly, and a little shy too. "I think it went really well-"

Harry couldn't cover the sneeze. It was loud, obnoxious, and too middle-aged-man for Harry's taste. It made him feel worse then before, it almost felt this sickness was aging him a little too quickly.

“You were saying, love.” He smiled, asking her to continue. He tried to stand as nonchalantly as he possibly could, but it didn’t matter.

Y/n didn’t look all that impressed. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That earthquake of a sneeze.” She put the back of her hand on his forehead, getting a feel of how hot it was.

“Stop worrying, just a sneeze.”

“You’ve got to of have a fever if you think that was just a sneeze.” She removed her hand. “And I think you do, babe.”

She moved around him and went to the bathroom, Harry following right behind, to get the thermometer. Harry liked how Y/n new where to go in his flat, made it feel almost more home-like.

Harry sat on the counter, liking the way Y/n scoffed and mumbled big baby under her breath. Sometimes the couple would take turns sitting on the counter, doing each other’s skin care and leaving little kisses all over. But in this case it was to get his temperature.

Harry had a dopey smile on his face, although she knew all too well that he must be feeling really under the weather. But she appreciated how calm he was when he was sick, it made Y/n feel better about taking care of him since it wasn't too much work.

She put the gadget on Harry’s forehead, and then read the temperature. “37.3.” She sighed. “Not a fever fever, but a little worrying.”

“What does that mean, doctor?”

“It means that you are on bed rest.” Harry groaned which resulted in a smile from Y/n. “Come on.”

“But the take out—“

“But you need fluids, not a brown rice bowl with enough beans to make you gassy.”

“I do not get gassy.” Harry sternly said as he collapsed back onto the bed. Y/n’s footsteps wandered off then quickly came back with some water.

“Drink, big baby.”

“M’ your big baby.”

“That’s right.” Y/n mumbled, hand through his hair and a kiss on the forehead. “Lemme get you a damp cloth.”

“Mm k.” Harry sleepily said. His head on the pillow and the softness of his loves voice, soothing him to sleep.

“Hey don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” She placed the cold damp cloth on his head., holding his hand with her free one. “You need some food in you.”

“Bed ‘s comfy though.” He rebutted. “Get in ‘ere with me. I can show you a good time.”

“I don’t want your mouth anywhere on me.” She deadpanned.

Harry gasped, acting as if he was now physically hurt. “Never say those words again.”

“Mhm.”

“I have never felt more betrayed.”

“Mhm.”

“When I’m feeling better you’re going to feel so good.”

“Mhm.” She let go of his hand—pout ensured—and got up. “I’m going to make soup alright? No falling asleep.”

“Okay.” Harry reluctantly agreed, hating to watch her leave. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She left Harry to his own devices as she entered his kitchen. It was neat and tidy, just like Harry always kept it. Out of the duo, Harry was defiantly the cleaner, which always worked well in comparison to Y/n stress baking.

Y/n got to work right away, making a soup with a recipe Anne had given to her as a cure all medicine, which, she thought, would do the trick. Harry had all of the ingredients in the fridge, so it took a quick few minutes of chopping, brewing, and seasoning to get it just right.

She dished some up in a bowl, and another for her, then carefully walked back to the room. “Eat up.”

“Thanks.” Harry sat up right away, taking the bowl and spoon and practically inhaling the soup. “Fuck that’s so good.” Harry practically moaned.

“Oh I thought you hated it.” She mumbled, chucking under her breath.

“‘Ey! What’s so funny?” Harry asked, a little dribble of soup trailing down his face.

“Nothing. Just love you.”

“Awe babe, you’re making me blush.” Harry smiled. “Give me a kiss.” Harry pouted his lips and leaned in, causing her to arch her back to get away.

“No. I don’t want any of your germs.” She shooed him back, the pout coming back.

“Please, I’ll feel a hundred times better.” Harry begged. “Just one little smooch.”

Y/n seemed to consider this. She did really want a kiss from him, the last one she got was last night and that was too long ago.

“Fine, but you better not get me sick—“

His lips were on her’s. His lips were dry and his face was burning, but it was a much needed kiss.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” Harry sighed, resting his forehead on hers. “You know I would do the same for you, right.”

“Of course babe.” Y/n kissed him on the nose then patted his cheek. “You need some rest.”

Harry nodded, sleep hitting him quick. She took his bowl and placed it on the side table; Harry knew he’d have a nice dream. One where they're together, under one roof, under one house, one home.

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my I request some kind of fluff where you paint harrys nail with pleasing and matching the colors with urs where he paint yours

-𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 || 𝐇.𝐒

Pairing: bf!harry x reader

Content warnings: fluff, talk about children/futures

Word count: 723

A/n: of course love <3 this is kinda playful Harry, I love him and I hope you do tooooo! (Sorry for the wait) masterlist

Harry was overloaded with meetings. I knew by the time he got home he’d probably only want to cuddle, or a bath. One or the other.

The front door opened and his bright eyes found me right away, sprawled on our couch watching a random episode of a reality show.

“Love, let me color your nails.” His voice echoed over the tv.

“What?” My eyes followed him.

“We’ve got these new samples I wanna try out, come on.” He takes a seat next to me and takes out a bag full of Pleasing nail polishes from his tote.

I smile at how excited he’s getting, scattering shades of green, blues and pinks he had.

“Pick one.” He pushes the samples towards me.

“I don’t get a kiss hello?” I laugh.

His eyes widen before he’s smothering me with kisses. Forehead. Cheeks. Lips. Neck. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Neck. Nose. Lips.

“Ok, ok.” I laugh, averting his lips to mine once more then pulling away.

“Choose.” He laid them out in his hands. I chose blue and pink and he grinned.

“Fine line.” I voiced.

“I figured.”

He got to coloring my nails while I went back to the show I was watching. It went on and on, but nothing seemed to make sense. Not when Harry was next to me to talk to.

I paused the show and carefully untucked my feet from behind me. He pulled back, cautiously watching my nails as my legs spread onto his lap.

Once I stilled, he continued.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Fun. We talked about marketing and all that boring stuff, but at the end, they showed us some polish samples of the colors I chose out last week. They told me I had to choose out of the twenty they made.”

I looked back at the table where the polishes rested, only three of them.

“Brought the ones I thought you’d look really pretty in.” He said.

I looked back up at him, eyes going over every curve that showed how concentrated he was. The crease between his brows, the dimple he smiled when he was satisfied, and the ones on his forehead from age.

“Finished.”

“That fast?”

“Mhm.”

He blew on them before tilting them towards me. It was obvious he was more experienced than me. Since I was young was I coloring my nails with cheap nail polish that didn’t quite cover my nail, but covered nearly half my finger instead. Harry’s job was neater, not a single smudge was evident.

“My turn.” He turned aggressively. My legs fell from his lap, and as soon as the same polishes were in my hands, he stretched his legs on me like I did to him. “We can match.”

He smiled widely as I started with his thumb.

“You’re like a child.” I laughed.

“What? How?” He whined, a start of a laugh edging his words.

“You’re so excited about nail polish and showing me your new projects.”

“It only means I’d get along great with my own.”

“Yeah.” I smiled just imagining little Harry’s and me’s running around.

“Baby,”

“Harry,” His toe stabbed my side in response, making me flinch. I gave him a warning look and he quickly mouthed a ‘sorry’ before I returned back to his, slightly smudged, pink nail.

“Hypothetically, if we did have a family, how many would you want?”

I didn’t want to answer quite yet, too scared to give an answer that he wouldn’t like. “How many would you want?” I bounced the question back.

He shook his head with a smirk but answered anyways. “Seven. I’d want to live in the suburbs while our kids— Molly, Timber, Amber, George, Clementine, Kennedy, and lily— scurry down a block or two with us to school.”

Fear flushed me when the word ‘Seven’ bounced out of his mouth. He had to be bluffing. But I refused to look anywhere but his nails and the brush atop it.

He burst into laughter and lifted my chin up to see him with one of his blank fingers. “I’m only kidding, love.”

I pushed his shoulder lightly and waited until he settled down from his fit. Tears threatened to drop from the edge of his eyes.

“We’d only have six.” He said.

“Hypothetically.”

“Yes, obviously.” Snark lingered in his words.

so pretty even the camera lost focus 🙈

Can some one tell me why I don't draw like this?!! I'm sad now but, I love her style dough

Drawing them makes me happy beyond reason ✨👏