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[w-ilavie]

❥ׅ  ໋ ᭥ ⍺ ᥨ𝑖𝖿ᧉ 𝖿𑜆ᥣᥣ ᥆𝖿 ᥉𝗍⍺𝗋᥉ ⍺ᬪׄ𝖽 𝗉ᥨ⍺ᬪׄᧉ𝗍᥉ . |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |

[jonggho]

"And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue."

[leenaur143]

if anyone hasn't seen this masterpiece, go give it a listen and a like omd 😭🤣👏

[astraldynastykrp]

【 𝕬 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗. 】

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ,

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ’s ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ?

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏᴛʜꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ.

ᴛᴏ ᴏʙᴇʏ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜ.

ʟᴏɴɢ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ, 【 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖑. 】

⚜ Astral Dynasty is a 19+ Mewe roleplay with a ⚜Futuristic, Medieval yet Sci-Fi theme in an alternative world where kingdoms still exist. The roleplay itself carries a plot that develops along with the community and its’ members. ⚜ As a result we are an Original Characters only with semi literacy as a basis. However, weekly and monthly events will always take place both to engage interaction and support development.

HISTORY. WORLD. CITIZENS. SEALED ORDER. INDIVIDUALS

[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out this Ateez fic written by Topaz!

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔐𝔢𝔱

@pirateeznet 's Secret Admirer event

🏔For @staytinyville, i hope you enjoy this, i had fun weaving this tale for you 💞 sorry it was late once again

🌊Pairing: Njord! Prince! Jeong Yunho x Skaldi! Princess! Reader (f)

🏔Genre: smut, angst (happy ending), fluff

🌊Au: Norse mythology au, njord and skaldi au, mythology retelling au, royal au, medieval au, historical au

🏔Trope: strangers to lovers, opposites attract

🌊Warnings: mentions of parent's death, mentions of someone falling deathly ill, hand kink HELLO, fingering (f), wall sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, nipple play, big dick! yunho

🏔Word count: 5,178

🌊Beta's:

🏔Summary: upon your father's murder, a council allows you to choose a husband as recompense--based on what his hands look like. Yunho, a prince of the sea, and you, a princess of the mountains, are as opposite as you can get, so can you make the marriage work?

🌊Author's Note: the story of Skaldi, a giantess and goddess of the mountain and her husband, Njord, God of the Sea, intrigued me enough to want to try a re-telling. I changed the feet to hands, in choosing a husband, and who is better to use that than mofo jeong yunho

Once upon a time, when the world was young, a woman experienced a father's death and was repaid with a choice of her husband.

"But you must choose by his hands."

The woman chose hands that were callused, for surely a strong husband would come from those hands.

Instead, she chose the man who couldn't be more than the opposite of her. This is a retelling of their story.

You stared intently at the set of hands in front of you. Each owner of said hands were behind a heavy curtain so that you could not pick your future husband based on his appearance but based solely on his hands. 

You were hoping for San, if truth be told. You wanted the happy prince who was also known to throw himself into work with his fellow peasants. You wanted to add his giggles to your empty castle, now with your father gone. 

There was one set of hands that continued to draw you back. They were long and lovely but also they had calluses; they had seen hard work. Surely they belonged to San? Without another thought, you pointed to the hands you had been admiring and hoped for the best.

The curtain parted and… instead of San’s pleased smile that he had been chosen, you were met with the wide eyes of Yunho’s. The two of you stared at each other, unable to comprehend that you were to be wed to the prince who lived by the sea, the complete opposite to your mountainous upbringing. 

“Wait--!”

"No, princess, this is your choice,” The counselor preceding over your choice proclaimed. “The death of your father is repaid. You have a husband now.”

You and Yunho were ushered into an antechamber to sign the papers and a small ceremony made it official. It was clear everyone wanted you out of here before you demanded even more over the death of your father. 

“First, you should live in the domain of your husband,” The priest informed you. “You need to understand who he is before you take him to your home.”

The plan was to spend ten days at Yunho's place by the sea and you were already not looking forward to it. The sea was not your favorite place. And once you arrived, it really just confirmed how you felt. 

Except now there was Yunho.

Yunho was a shy prince. He dined with you in the morning, offering options of how you could spend the hours of your day. The walk along the shore was hardly what you would consider romantic. You struggled under the shifting sands, always managing to carry some home with you. The squawking of the seabirds always interrupted your questions towards Yunho in order to learn more about your new husband and his home. You couldn't even appreciate some of the cliffs by the sea, the closest thing to home for you, because of the bashing of the cursed waves against the walls of stone. You were starting to think the gods were playing with you; that they still wanted you to suffer. 

“Princess?” Yunho brought you back to reality.

You had picnic-ed in the dunes beside the sea with a sturdy blanket and practically everything weighed down so that the hefty winds didn’t blow away anything you planned on dining on or with. 

“Apologies, Yunho, what did you say?” You wondered, sipping the strawberry rhubarb wine.

“There’s a story that they tell of how the first king was found. It was said that he would never become king. The prophecy said that when the fishermen of the area would find a diamond in the sands, then their king would finally be found.”

You scoffed at the fanciful tale. “Sounds like no one wanted a king to be found.”

Yunho laughed. “One would think. But truly, what the purpose of the story is, is that kings can be found but the right king, a good one for the people and for the kingdom, is like a diamond in the sand.”

You thoughtfully ate a tiny sandwich--emphasis on the sand part of the sandwich--and attempted to not wince at the grit in your mouth. “So a good king was found?”

Yunho shrugged, blinking furiously when wind blew hair in front of his face. His hands attempted to push it back and you were momentarily distracted. Those hands had been your downfall. “Oh, we had kings alright, but no one has truly found the diamond in the sand.”

Yunho had yet to touch you with those hands. You hadn't consummated your marriage but you were sure that had more to do with this poorly-worded trial period than anything else. Ten days to learn about your husband and ten days for him to learn of you in your realm. The marriage wasn’t made for two romantic fools, it was a settlement on reparations done to you. The lost of your father still panged in the depths of your heart but Yunho’s ‘love’ hadn't done anything to settle the lose, truly. Perhaps your heart wasn’t truly into it. Perhaps--

Yunho sighed and began to pack up. He was used to you losing yourself in your thoughts. “Back to the castle then? I’m sure your handmaiden could prepare a cool room for you.”

Ah, the disappointment coating your husband’s words. “Yunho, I--”

Yunho shook his head. “Do not worry about it, Princess. You head back. I’ll clean this up.” Yunho held out your parasol with a face that didn’t speak of his disappointment at all. 

The two of you spoke the same language but it always seemed like you never understood each other. Yunho was patient and you attempted to show interest in his world but you compared everything; it couldn't be helped.

Yunho’s world was too windy, too warm, too loud, too much. You were used to solitude, you were used to your halls in the mountains. This world Yunho loved so much was too much for you. You often found yourself pulling back to the comfort of your tower that Yunho had declared was yours. He thought the height would help you remind you of home and it did, but in the worst ways. You simply pinned for home that much more.

Before you knew it, the final night in Yunho’s home was upon you. You wanted to go home so badly but you didn’t want to lay it on Yunho. So you smiled politely as he brought you through the town around the castle, a bustling morning market that had you avoiding the touch of the crowd so much that Yunho knew he had failed you once again.

“Princess?” Yunho offered his hand to you. He had one final plan to enact. 

You cautiously gave Yunho your hand and he protectively pulled you into an enclave away from the crowds. Yunho’s height allowed him to tower over you. Suddenly you were very, very close to your husband but he didn’t let go of your hand. 

Yunho sent a hopeful smile your way and you felt a jolt in your chest. What the hell was that? “If you will allow me one more excursion tonight? I promise, I have one final surprise that I would like to share with you. It is my favorite. I left the best for last.”

You bowed your head. “Of course, husband,” you agreed.

The day dragged by. The food that had been hand chosen by you and Yunho had been cooked for a midday meal and Yunho showed you bright gardens cultivated behind the walls of the castle. You smiled and listened politely but you couldn't help but think of what kind of surprise Yunho had been hiding you all this time. Why not surprise you the first night to impress you? Your husband was still a mystery to you, it seemed.

The sun set and you waited in your rooms for your husband to retrieve you. And you waited. And waited. Then you began to pace. Was this waiting on purpose? Was he looking to vex you? After hours passed, you were about to rip the hinges off your door and storm the castle looking for your husband before he politely knocked on your door. You smoothed your hair back, picking something off the skirt of your dress and let your handmaiden know your husband could enter.

Yunho’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You will need those hiking boots of yours, Princess, and a change of clothes. This is not a dress excursion.”

Yunho led you to the sea and you were beginning to think that your husband truly didn’t understand you. He was simply taking you to every place in his kingdom and expecting you to love it. You weren’t sure if this was going to work, if at all. You couldn't simply throw away what was given to you. It somehow belittled your father’s death. But could you take a lifetime of this?

With a hand raised with a lantern, and your hand in his other, Yunho led you inside of a cliffside cave. For a while, there was only the soft sound of the water dripping down stalactites and the squeak of the lantern on its handle. Yunho didn’t feel the need to fill the air with conversation and you were stewing in your thoughts, if you were being honest.

But when the tunnel through the cave opened up into a larger room, your jaw couldn't help but fall to the floor. Inside was a pool of calm water that almost perfectly reflected the night sky through an opening in the roof. You could see the moon, the constellations your father had taught you, even some fluffy clouds as they floated across the night’s sky. It was beautiful.

“They say this place used to be the home to mermaids. One of my great grandfather’s married one apparently. This place has been kept sacred ever since.” Yunho’s eyes had been raised to the sky but then he lowered them to yours. “Do you like it?”

You opened your mouth but found that you had no words. At least, you had none of the easy words that had been tearing down Yunho and his home piece by piece. “It’s lovely,” You managed.

Yunho allowed himself to smile hesitantly. “Do you know the story about the god who froze their toe and it became a constellation in the sky?”

You moved towards the pool and sat at the edge of it. You were completely comfortable looking at the sky through the portal of the water. “That one always made me laugh as a child. Now I shudder at freezing a toe and breaking it off.”

Yunho sat beside you, dimming the lantern so you two could see the sky’s reflection clearly. “Ah, I suppose that’s a worry from where you’re from.”

You nodded, pushing some hair out of your face. “Yunho…”

Yunho shook his head. “I know we leave for your home tomorrow.”

Yunho’s soft world was not like yours at all. You worried for him. “I don’t expect to find it beautiful,” You admitted.

Yunho smiled somewhat bittersweetly. “Like you didn’t find mine?”

You sighed. “Your world is too much. Too much sun, too much noise, it’s not what I’m used to.”

Yunho's hand beside yours twitched. His pinky moved but his hand did not. “I tried. I shared with you everything I love. I wanted you to be happy, if that means anything.”

“It’s not your fault, Yunho,” You allowed. “I did pick you, after all.”

“You didn’t want me though,” Yunho said.

“You didn’t want me to pick you!” You retorted with a laugh.

Yunho half-laughed with you. “Well, I didn’t expect you to pick me, that’s for sure.”

You cocked your head. Your hand moved a little closer to his. “You’re the one with the pretty hands that are also callused. It’s your fault really.”

Yunho chuckled. His hand moved until both your pinkies were touching. “I still work the fishing boats every Manadagr morning.” He looked at you through the corner of his eye. “And what do you mean my hands are pretty?”

You winced. You had not meant for that to slip. “You know…” you let the uncertain air hang between you two.

Yunho nudged you with his shoulder. “No, I really don’t.”

You sighed again but picked up one of his hands. You played with his lithe fingers, feeling birds thrash against your ribcage. “They’re hard working hands but they’re pretty. I want…” If only your father could see you now, your courage failing you simply because your heart was betraying you right now.

Yunho grasped both of your hands between his. “You want?” He prompted you.

You swallowed hard, not sure if you had it in yourself to tell your husband you lusted after his hands. “Yunho, I--”

“We haven’t kissed since we became husband and wife,” Yunho blurted out. His eyes widened at his own words and then you watched as redness crept up his ears.

That was the second time you were speechless tonight. 

Yunho let go of your hands, dropping them like they were hurting him, and mumbled about going back now.

“Yunho, wait!” You stood up to stop him.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel the same way, but I really like you!” Yunho blurted out again. “I’ve planned all these outings and every time I only seemed to annoy you or let you down. I’ve felt your bad mood darken and develop like a storm in the middle of the sea get worse as it came closer to the coast. I won’t apologize for trying to woo you but I want you to love me!”

It was as if an arrow from Ullr hit your heart. So instead of speaking, since you were failing in that regard, you let your body speak for you. You wrapped your arms around Yunho’s neck, pulled him down and you kissed him. You didn’t kiss him with passion and lust but rather with a need to tell him that he had been enough. 

Yunho looked so confused when you released him that you had to giggle. If you had thought his ears were red before, they now appeared as hot as iron in the forge. “Your ears get red when you’re embarrassed, Husband. Do my kisses embarrass you?”

Yunho’s eyes avoided yours but a smile he couldn't fight was pulling at the corners of his lips. “Your kisses do not embarrass me.”

“No?” You teased, leaning to the side to capture his gaze.

Suddenly, Yunho went from an embarrassed man to a dangerous one. His eyes were dark. “No.”

You raised your chin defiantly. “Then prove me wrong.”

Yunho cupped your head between his beautiful hands and then kissed you. His kiss was different. It was soft but it was deep. His tongue sought out yours and you met him halfway. His kiss pulled the lust that was bubbling deep in your womb. You pushed onto your toes again, meeting his kisses with lust of your own and Yunho moaned into your mouth. 

His hands steadied your hips and he broke the kiss. With his forehead pressed to yours, he panted against your lips. “Will you let me make you mine?”

“Only if you’ll let me claim you,” You countered.

Yunho’s eyes traveled over your face. You didn’t know what he was looking for but whatever he found there, it seemed to satisfy him. “I didn’t mean to lure you here to seduce you,” He admitted, as if he was half apologizing that your first time together would be in a cave.

“I may be a princess, Husband, but I am no soft woman. I’ve fucked in worse places,” You snickered.

Yunho’s eyes widened before he half smiled at your boldness. “Then let me have you by the sea and the sky and let the gods witness our consummation of our marriage.”

You impulsively grabbed Yunho’s hand and sucked on his middle and index fingers. Your tongue swirled around his long digits and you said huskily. “Show me why I picked these pretty hands, husband.”

Yunho’s now slick fingers reached under your pants and pressed to your clit. You tossed your head back in ecstasy as he easily rubbed you, warming you up from the inside out. 

You guided his other hand to grope your breast and you watched in awe as his fingers nimbly pulled at the tie at your chest in order to spill your breast out for him. He neatly tugged and pulled and played with your nipple. 

His fingers became bolder as they dipped lower to find your own slick dripping from between your folds. “Wife of mine, why are you so wet?”

You moaned. “You, Yunho, it’s all because of you.”

“Do my fingers give you that much pleasure?” Yunho teased you lightly.

“They look so pretty against my body,” You admitted. 

Yunho whirled you around suddenly, your back to his chest. It gave you an easy view of Yunho twirling your nipple in one hand and his other playing with your cunt. You swallowed hard, suddenly very tempted by your own husband’s hands.

“Will you come undone simply from my hands playing with you, princess?” Yunho wondered, his voice husky against the shell of your ear.

Your mind was silent and empty, with only one voice chanting ‘feels so good feels so good feels so good’ over and over. You had a one track mind, and it was coming against Yunho’s fingers. You gyrated your hips into the motions of Yunho’s fingers. Your first orgasm came easy, tempted from the nimble hands that had condemned you to your current fate. 

Your hand went behind you, behind Yunho’s neck, for support as you trembled against his chest. “Oh Yunho, oh gods, it’s so goddamn good, Hel’s left tit.”

“I'm not sure if I should be proud of that,” Yunho laughed behind you.

“Oh, you should be proud of that,” You assured him. “I can’t brag of many men that could get me to climax that fast.”

Yunho pulled his fingers from you and you turned your head and watched as he cleaned them diligently. He hummed as if he had a taste of honeyed wine and you pressed your lips together. “Will you take me now?”

With Yunho’s other hand, he cupped your face and ran his thumb against your lips. “I would see your face when I bring you to your next peak,” Yunho informed you.

You nodded and immediately Yunho’s hands went around your waist to hoist you upwards. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around Yunho’s waist as he sought a section of cave wall that wasn’t dripping with water. 

Yunho's hands dived into your hair to hold your head in place as he kissed you again. Yunho was hungry for you. His lips went from pink to red as they became swollen from the kissing. His tongue twirled around yours, looking to intertwine with every part of you. He only set you down so that you could strip your pants off and he could push his down to his thighs. You pulled at the rest of your shirt, giving Yunho complete access to your chest. 

Your back was pressed up against the wall again, legs around his waist, except now Yunho’s curved, glorious cock was pressed up against you. “Yunho,” You cooed his name.

“I’ll go slow; so slow. I’ll be careful,” Yunho promised. 

Yunho's hand tilted your head so that he could place kisses along your neck as he rubbed the underside of his dick against your wetness. His kisses continued along your jaw as his cock slid downwards. You held your breath to wait for him to penetrate you but Yunho simply fucked his cock between your thighs, the top of his cock now getting a good coating.

“What if I don’t want it slow?” You growled.

Yunho laughed, his shoulders shaking under your hands. “I must. You can endure it, surely?” He tilted his head flirtatiously, although it was still a challenge directed to you. 

Yunho didn’t wait for you to answer, he brushed the head of his cock against your hole. You cocked your hips to give him easier access and you both moaned loudly as he entered you. Yunho spent equal time watching your face as he watched his cock make its way into you. He slid inch by precious inch with dedication only a man with grace could manage. You wiggled your hips and whined, but Yunho simply cupped your face and pushed a thumb into your mouth to silence. 

Yunho braced himself against the wall with his free hand and reached under one of your legs to cock it so that you were spread even wider for him. “Let’s make the motion of the ocean jealous.”

“Gods, Yunho,” You cried out.

His hips worked between your legs that were stuttering at best. Your cunt fought him for every inch he could manage. Yunho was soon sweating and stuttering. “You’re so--gods, so tight! I--” He moaned, biting down on his lower lip. “Your warmth encompasses me so completely.”

“I never imagined being with you would be so consuming,” You whispered to him.

“I have needed you for such a long time,” Yunho told you, kissing you sweetly. “I thought you would never let me touch you.”

“I would never let these hands not touch me, husband,” You informed him.

Yunho paced himself inside of you. He didn’t pound into you until you indicated to him that your climax was approaching. “I’ll not last any longer than you,” Yunho admitted, “I’ll follow your lead.”

With that said, Yunho reached under your other leg and you had nothing to brace against except the wall behind your back. Yunho had complete control of the pace and it was grueling. He fucked you mercilessly, the slapping of skin against skin echoing against the rock walls. With a scream, you came hard, and Yunho was good on his word. He came as soon as your pussy walls fluttered around him. He gasped, high pitched and desperate. 

The two of you came down slowly, breaths intersecting each other as you kissed lazily. Yunho’s thrusts came to a stop eventually and he let down one leg, then the other, leaning back to pull his softening cock from your cunt. 

You gathered your pants and tied back up your shirt. “Yunho…”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho squeaked. 

Your head shot up to look at your husband. His ears were red-hot and his eyes were shaking slightly. “Sorry for what? For giving your wife your seed? For giving her a climax? What’s to apologize for?”

“I--I don’t know what took over me!” Yunho said with wide eyes. “I just knew I had to bring you to your climax and you looked so pretty with your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth parted, I simply wanted to come with you as well, I--” Yunho laughed at himself, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m making a fool of myself, aren’t I?”

“Yunho.” You grabbed his hand between yours and kissed it. “You are fine. Everything is fine. You were wonderful.”

Yunho smiled, then wiped his face blank, then smiled again. “You were wonderful,” he murmured, biting his lower lip again.

“Will you escort me back to my room?” You suggested.

“Will you hold my hand?” Yunho replied.

You both knew the answers to your questions.

Your trip to the mountains was a different one from the sea. You and Yunho huddled inside a carriage for the better part of the day. Which was fine between the two of you. You kissed and giggled and acted like newlyweds, finally. You had Yunho and some heavy fur coverings and you were heading to your childhood home, where you would reside for all of the winter months. You had no worries hanging over your head. You had been too drunk on love to realize that as much as you hated Yunho’s world, the same would be true for him.

That evening, in your grand, empty hall the two of you dined. You were at one end and Yunho in your father’s seat. You were so far apart, neither of you talked much. The servants offering each course and the clatter of utensils against plates were the only sounds in the vast space. 

You had a gnawing uncertainty in your gut but it was quickly banished when Yunho came to your bed that night. You rode Yunho in your childhood bed, rocking your hips and making him hold your breasts in place as you coaxed the both of you to an easy climax. You fell asleep in Yunho’s arms and thought everything was right in the world.

Except it wasn’t for Yunho.

It was worse because he always attempted to brush it off. You would watch him smile brightly when you asked him if he was cold, but then he would frown and run his hands up and down his arms. He denied getting lost and insisted he wished to see the sweeping views your castle offered. He told you it was picture perfect but you had a sense he simply wished to go back inside. 

Not that inside was any better. You offered him walks along the long corridors lined with your ancestor’s portraits. He yawned as you explained each of their hard-earned exploits at protecting this castle. He glanced cursory over the fine treasures that your family had accumulated during their reign. 

Eventually, you two spent less and less time with each other. You began to spend long hours in your father's study, writing letters to your vassals to be sent by carrier pigeon. You weren’t entirely sure what Yunho did with his free time, but you often caught him staring off into the air, like he wasn’t even present. 

You watched your glowing prince of the shore fade. It killed you when you made love and could see the tired circles under his eyes. And still Yunho would smile at you and insist that he was alright. Yunho would stop showing up for dinner. When he collapsed on his way to your bedroom one evening, that was the end of the line.

You immediately sent Yunho away. He was bundled up in the same carriage that had brought the two of you to the mountains. Your wise woman traveled with him to inform the doctor’s in Yunho’s land of what ailed the prince. You promised with a soft kiss, careful of how frail Yunho appeared, to follow him as soon as you could. 

The first month when you didn’t show up, Yunho sent a letter. He made plenty of excuses on your behalf. He understood you had to rule in your father’s stead and you had been away for a while by meeting with the council and visiting his kingdom. Then when a month turned into two, he asked about your health, which was fine. Then the third month, your husband showed up on your doorstep, banging on your bedroom door.

“Yu-yunho!” You stuttered, shocked to find your husband in your castle, let alone in your kingdom.

“What have I done now?” He raged. “Why have you not come back for me?”

You were taken aback by his questions and his anger. You had never seen this side of Yunho before. Your mouth opened and closed but you found that you could form no words. Your husband was always making you speechless.

“I promise you I’m not a sickly individual. You needn’t worry about our heirs. It was just a lapse. I can do better!” Yunho informed you as he strode into your room.

You quietly closed your door and watched as Yunho paced in your room. His hands moved around as he spoke and you cursed yourself for always being drawn to them.

“Yunho,” You said his name quietly, gathering up his hands. You kissed the back of each hand and looked up at him forlornly. “Living with me made you sick. It was your love for me that made you fade. I don’t want you to die.”

Yunho blinked at you, a cute moment that you had to push away because of the serious discussion. “What?”

“You can’t live here. It’s detrimental to your health. I can’t live with you, it would drive me insane. We simply aren’t meant to be. I think it would be better if we--”

“No.” Yunho shook his head. “No, I will not get a divorce.”

You frowned. “Yunho, we must.”

“No!” Yunho said more forcefully. He gathered you to his chest, with your head against his breast. You could hear the beating of his heart, quick but firm. “I won’t let you.”

You allowed yourself one more moment in your husband's arms and then you pushed him away gently. “It’s not meant to be, Yunho. We’ll only end up miserable with each other. I don’t ever want our love to twist into hatred.”

Yunho’s lips dipped downwards and it looked like he was fighting some tears. “But I love you.”

You felt your throat tighten. “I know you do.”

“Don’t you love me too?” He pressed. 

“I do but it’s not enough. My love won’t keep you healthy. My love isn’t a sustenance which you can live on. My love--”

Yunho cupped your cheeks with both hands, your head feeling tiny in his large hands. His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks. When had you started crying? “I can’t take care of you, Yunho. It’s all I want and yet I’m not capable.”

“I don’t care what it takes,” Yunho said. “I will build a castle at the halfway point between our kingdoms. We will make every official travel to us to deal with the problems of both kingdoms. But I cannot remain separated from you. I will die from that, that I can promise you. You don’t want me to die from a broken heart, do you?”

You tipped your head up, to see Yunho’s half smile, part somber and part hopeful. You loved him, you loved him with all your heart, you knew that. But wouldn’t your love kill the both of you? Spirit, body and mind?

Yunho shook his head. “Don’t think with your mind, for once, think with your heart.”

“Yunho--”

Yunho put a finger over your mouth. “Husband,” he quietly corrected you.

You admitted defeat. You knew you would also die from a broken heart if you couldn't spend the rest of your days on Midgard with Yunho, with your husband. You barely survived your father’s death, you couldn't handle another loss. 

“I love you, husband of mine,” You whispered.

With a choked sob, Yunho gathered you in his arms once again, hugging you tightly and kissing the crown of your head. The soft kisses turned into hard ones, Yunho desperate for you, hungry for you, since he hadn't been with you for months. You moaned into his mouth and pressed your body even tighter against his. 

��“Will you let me make you mine?” You echoed the words Yunho had once spoken to you in the sea cave. 

“Only if you’ll let me claim you,” Yunho repeated your words back to you.

 “Then let me have you by the mountains and the rocks and let the gods witness our love for each other,” You said, solemnly. “You never know, maybe they’ll write our love story into a saga.”

[byuntrash101]

behind the mask

f!reader x yunho smut | mdni 2.7k it's halloween night and your sweet golden retriever boyfriend wants to have a little harmless fun link + nsfw tags under the cut

#17: mask kink + outdoor + primal play (twt p☆rnlink) sweet bf!yunho, also ghostface!yunho, also big cock!yunho, knife play (not cutting skin only clothes, no blood), fear play (chasing through the woods + threats), degradation (slut, whore), outdoor/semi public setting (a deserted park at night), nipple play, spanking, backshots, unprotected sex ("im not angry, im disappointed"), creampie, implied aftercare (because when the mask's off he's your sweet lovey dovey bf ♡)

a/n: im back again on my bs. did you miss me? enjoy <3

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Halloween was your favorite holiday. There was something so fun in everyone dressing up and acting silly for a night. Every year you volunteered to take the kids of your small town trick or treating. You always liked bringing them fun memories. And halloween was just that much more fun when you looked at it through the eyes of a kid. 

This year wasn’t any different. Only this time your boyfriend tagged along with you. Which was a blessing in itself because the group of children was going to be more manageable with another set of hands on deck and another pair of vigilant eyes.

You adjusted the red hood over your head and pulled on the thigh high tights to bring them as high as possible, concealing the lace under your knee length skirt. It wasn’t freezing cold outside but still pretty chilly as the night was falling over the small town.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said to your boyfriend as you hoped in his car and headed to the local school where the parents had gathered the small group of children to take out trick or treating. 

“No worries;” Yunho said, smiling in your direction as he pulled into the parking lot. “Sorry for the costume. I only had time to pick up that mask” He pulled out the ghost face mask from the backseat. And pointed at the rest of the ensemble that consisted of a black hoodie with a black leather jacket thrown over it and a pair of ripped jeans. “That’s all I got” he said scratching the back of his neck, his lips pulling into an adorable, reserved smile.

“Oh no problem!” you said hurriedly, throwing your back pack on your shoulder, the modern item contrasted greatly with the medieval red riding hood costume. “Sorry it was on such short notice” And Yunho took your hand before you had the chance to open the car door.

“I’m just glad to spend time with you, really” he smiled at you adorably, his eyes turning into crescents. Even though you’d only been dating for a few months you felt very comfortable with him. Mainly because he was very sweet and gentle. So much so that initially you thought it was all an act to get into your pants, given how good looking Yunho was you knew he surely didn't have to do all of this “white knight in shining armor act” to get sexual attention. Unfortunately you fell for the lies and deceptions of others before and ended up getting ghosted after a night of at best mediocre sex. But Yunho was different. He never pressured you into anything and then when you finally caved into your desire for him… well it was gentle. He paid attention to your cues, made sure you enjoyed yourself and he made you feel safe, loved and good, very good.

“Don’t you think it’ll scare the kids though?” he said, placing the mask over his handsome face. 

“Scare them?” you laughed out loud as Yunho’s features dropped in confusion. “You’re so not ready for the little monsters” you laughed. “Let’s go” you said before opening the door.

You smiled and slipped the mask off before stepping out of the car. Yunho watched you being greeted by the kids. They were all jumping around in excitement, gathering around you like evil little minions of the night. The scene warmed Yunho’s heart as he smiled behind the mask.

“Mister! Mister! Your mask is very cool” a little boy with green face paint and stuffed leaves cosplaying as Hulk pointed at Yunho.

“Wooow scary~” a small girl with a peppa pig dress stomped her little feet and laughed, barely able to contain her excitement.

“Yes kids, that’s Yunho. He will come with us this year” Yunho took the mask off, ruffling his dark hair before smiling widely at the children.

“Hi kids” he waved.

“Oh” the small peppa pig girl let her words trail off. “Are you y/n’s boyfriend?” she asked very directly. Which made Yunho chuckle and her blush looking in awe at him.

“Yes. I’m the boyfriend” he said, half laughing. The girl then turned to you. “Does he have a little brother?” she asked as quietly as possible and you also laughed. “How about we ask him later, huh?” you whispered to her and she nodded timidly, throwing another curious glance at the handsome stranger. 

The parents waved goodbye to the children and left. Probably excited to spend a night in peace.

As the round of houses went by, the children’s bags became filled with candies and chocolate bars and of course the occasional apple from the more concerned parents. 

Yunho was a great helper. He settled arguments when kids thought the distribution of candies was unfair, he encouraged the ones that were scared to walk past a particularly convincing automated witch stirring her cauldron and he was just a joy to have a round. Even under the mask you could hear the smile that was spreading on his angelic face from ear to ear, contrasting greatly with the spooky mask.

As the night progressed you dropped off the kids one by one to their house and soon enough the last kid left and you and Yunho walked back to the car.

“Thank you for tonight, it was great” you said as you walked past the deserted park. You turned to him and smiled. “I really owe you one”.

Yunho pressed your body against yours, startling you a little. He slipped the mask off, he was slightly disheveled after wearing it all night. 

“Maybe there’s something you could do” he said, smirking, and you tilted your head in interest. “What about we play a little?” 

His demeanor had suddenly changed. But his dark serious eyes stirred something within you. You would lie if you said you hadn’t been fighting a kind of dark desire that sparked within you when Yunho first slipped on the mask but you kept the curious feeling at bay for the whole evening only to let it resurface now.

“You know,” he started his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips. “I've noticed the way you look at me when I wear the thing.” He dangled the mask next to your face. And you pinched your lips between your teeth to hold a gasp. Were you this obvious?

“Wouldn’t it be fun to play a little game? How about a little chase through the park?” he chuckled when he saw your eyes grow twice as big. “If you escape me you win. But if I catch you… well it’s not fun if there’s no surprise” the ominous statement made you whimper quietly as instinctively pressed your thighs together. “I’ll even give you a headstart” he smirked as he slipped the mask back on. 

He let go of your waist so abruptly that you almost stumbled back but found your balance in time. 

“Go ahead, little one.” Yunho said as he grabbed a kitchen knife from the backpack. “Start running” the laugh that escaped his lips was the furthest thing away from the usual warm laughter you were used to. It was cold and threatening. It made your stomach churn and not only in fear.

Without thinking you ran into the park and engulfed yourself in the dark woods, adrenaline coursed through your veins and you left the path to venture deeper into the woods. As you were running and jumping over the branches and roots of the trees that were sticking out of the dirt you heard the maniacal laugh come closer. 

Out of breath and panicked you decided to hide behind the thick trunk of an old oak to catch a small break and hopefully to escape the bloodthirsty man on your track.

“Where are you?~” Yunho singsang. You laid a hand over your mouth to hopefully steady your breathing. He was close. “You know there’s no point in hiding, little one,” Yunho said, his breath itching in his throat. “You know… I will… find you!” he said, suddenly circling the tree trunk, the big terrifying mask shoved in your face. You couldn’t even scream, you only started to run full speed, Yunho following you closely, knife in hand. 

But your skirt got caught on a thorn and slowed you down before you could accelerate again, completely ripping the piece of fabric, leaving you in a torn miniskirt barely concealing your ass. 

But that misadventure was your doom. Yunho was able to catch up to you. He caught your arm with his big and cold hand, gripping so tight it was bruising your delicate skin and pushed your back against a tree.

“Gotcha~” he said, even if you couldn’t see you could distinctly hear the predatory grin behind the disfigured mask. “I win”

“Please” you whimpered, your heart thumping in your ears. You didn’t really know what you were pleading for but when you felt your boyfriend’s hard on pressed onto your hip, you realized you were begging for him to take you. To claim you right here in the cold winter night in the middle of the woods. Like a wolf finally sinking his teeth into the delicious and tender flesh on a fawn. 

“Look at you little one” Yunho was growling, his threatening tone was stirring more arousal in the pit of your guts. “All nice and ripe for me to pluck,” he said, bringing the cold blade of the knife to your cheek, pressing the flat surface onto your hot skin, making you shiver. 

With his other hand he ripped the red hood off you and harshly pulled on your buttoned blouse popping just enough buttons to see your black lace bra. 

“Little one wore lace for me tonight” he slipped the tip of the blade between your breast and under the article of clothing and cut it clean off, earning a frightened gasp from you. The cold air blew on your bare skin making your nipples harden into tight buds. “Much better” Yunho sighed, groping your chest with his cold hand and pinching your pebbled nipples between his long fingers, you moaned from the stimulation, more arousal pulling in your underwear. He flicked and pinched and circled the hard nubs until you were a whimpering mess, each moan you let out becoming visible fog in the chilly open air. 

Yunho kept on rubbing his hard cock onto your hip, humping you slowly but purposefully grinding onto your soft side, groaning with each movement until he’s had enough of those games.

He pushed you to a boulder covered in moss and bent you down until both your hands laid flat on the cold stone and your ass was sticking up in the air. Yunho landed a sharp slap before putting the knife to good use again. He slipped it under your underwear, you felt the cold metal of the flat of the blade run against your throbbing hot and drooling little pussy, making you moan at the contact, fighting the urge to grind your greedily little cunt against it.

With a precise movement Yunho cut the undergarment letting your glistening cunt shine under the moonlight, the article was now only pathetic hanging by your waist. 

“Fuck you’re already so wet, bunny” he breathed out, swiping one finger along your drenched folds. 

“Please fuck me Yun-” you cut yourself. “Please ghostface fuck me”

You felt Yunho’s cock throb against your ass at your words.

“What an eager little slut” he said before bending down next to you and stabbing the knife in a tree stump next to you. “I’ll give you what you want”

A second later you felt his two big hands slap against your bare ass before his hot tip glided against your folds. Responding on instinct your back arched deeper and you pressed your ass against him, urging him to fill you up.

Without more prepping he slid his thick cock into you to the last inch in one swift move making you moan loudly, your eyes shutting tightly. 

“Oh ffuckkk” you moaned in the cold night.

“Fuck. So wet and tight for me, bunny.” Yunho said, taking a bruising grip around your waist. “Your slutty cunt is already throbbing around me. You liked it that much when I chased you around?” 

“Please” is the only word you could process through your foggy thoughts. You only wanted more of him.

“Who knew the cute little one liked to be preyed on?” He drew out of you only the slam back right in.

“God fuck- yes” you screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure.

Yunho settled a deadly rhythm, smashing himself between your hips, your wall gripping his fat cock tearing you apart every time it pulled out and welcoming it back in everytime he pushed in. Making your mind fuzzy, your ears seemed stuffed with cotton as you could no longer concentrate on the animalistic grunts Yunho was letting loose into the night and only on the way his enormous cock felt inside you.

He continued to screw his cock deep into you on this unbelievable rhythm. His hand left your waist to toy with your nipples again, cupping your breast and teasing your hard nipples, rolling them in his fingers until you couldn’t stand anymore, your legs threatening to give out at any point under the crushing weight of your oncoming orgasm.

“Fuck m’ gonna” you started.

“Not yet, whore” Yunho said, slapping your ass once more and abruptly pulling his cock out. You whined, your high was fading away as it was within grasp a second ago.

Yunho grabbed the knife again and put the sharp side on the skin of your neck, not pressing enough to breach the skin but enough to be threatening to do so. He shoved his cock back in.

“You better work for it. Wanna cum? Help yourself.” He laughed again. “Bounce on my cock like a good little slut”.

Your cunt clenched at his word, making him gasp sharply. You  don't need to be told twice. Without thinking, your mind completely drunk on the idea of chasing your high you started to back up against his cock and grind his cock into you. Smashing your ass back and filling the night with the sound of his grunts and skin clashing. 

“Fuckkkk. That's my good little whore. Keep going… m’close” Yunho praised. 

“Yes please cum.” You pleaded out of breath. “Please fill my tight little whore cunt with your cum”

Such foul words dripping from your innocent lips had Yunho crossing the edge right that second. Thick white ropes of cum spurted out his huge cock that was throbbing inside you. The warmth pooling inside you took right along with him, your walls gripping around him and fluttering as you arched your back to somehow push him even deeper inside you, his hand digging into your skin while the other one gripped the handle of the knife still pressed to your skin.

You both stayed right there for a hot minute, his cock deeply sheathed inside you while you caught your breath before he finally slipped out letting the unbelievable amount of cum run down your weakened and shaking thighs.

Yunho slipped off the mask and helped you stand up, interlacing his arms around your waist and surrounding you in his warmth. He was back to his usual self. 

“Happy Halloween baby” he said, smiling fondly at you. You chuckled.

“I didn’t know you were into such things” you said, hitting his chest playfully. He gasped with exaggerated shock.

“I didn’t know you were into such things!” he said, hugging you tightly, trying to shield you from the cold winter breeze. 

He drew back a little to look at you, your hair was ruined, your mascara was smudged, your ripped skirt was barely covering you and cum was coating your inner thighs. You were so beautifully ruined for him. You looked perfect. He couldn't help his heart swelling with unconditional love for you. 

“Here” he took off his leather jacket and tied it around your hips. “Let’s head back”

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[ateezscupid]

Can I request an Ateez Vampire Yeosang x reader where it's her first time everything? First time orgasm, first time squirt so he makes her squirt a couple times, first time having sex and she bleeds and freaks so he helps her and calms her through it? Very smutty and extremely fluffy?

Probably the smuttiest thing I've written with Yeosang ever????

𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬. ♡

warnings ─ medieval au, vamp!yeosang, human!fem reader, implication of turning reader into a vampire (doesn't happen, but yeosang does bite reader on the neck twice), yeosang and reader are married, fluff

tags ─ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @jeonride

m.list ┃ nsfw warnings under the cut.

warnings ─ soft!dom yeosang, sub!reader, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise and degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, mention of pee (no, not in the nasty way LOL)

Yeosang sat on the sprawling porch of your ancient mansion, the sun's warm embrace barely peeking through the dense canopy of the surrounding forest. He nursed a cup of tea, the delicate porcelain warming his fingertips as he held it with a gentle grip. The newspaper lay folded beside him, forgotten as his gaze drifted to the garden, his girlfriend worked with a quiet determination. You had your back to him, your slender form moving rhythmically as you tended to the blooming flowers. Your hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and every so often, a tendril would escape, dancing in the gentle breeze. The sight of you filled him with a sense of peace and a yearning that was both new and familiar.

Your movements were graceful, a silent pattern of care and dedication that spoke of your love for the earth and the life it nurtured. Yeosang felt his chest tighten, his fangs throb gently in response to the allure of your humanity. He set the tea and newspaper aside, the rustle of the pages a small rebellion against the serene quiet of the afternoon. Slowly, he rose from his chair, his long shadow stretching out before him as he descended the porch steps.

The soft scent of blooming roses filled the air as he approached you, your crimson petals a stark contrast to your skin. He could hear the distant sound of bees industriously collecting nectar, a gentle hum that seemed to echo the thrum of his own pulse. When he reached you, he didn't say a word. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that you could feel the beat of his heart against your back.

You stiffened for a moment, your gardening sheers hovering in midair, before relaxing into his embrace. Your cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a color that stood out starkly against the emerald of your eyes. You leaned back into him, your head tilting slightly to the side as you looked up at him with a shy smile. "What is it?" you asked, your voice a soft melody that made him want to pull you even closer.

Yeosang leaned down, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Just watching you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're so beautiful." He felt the rapid flutter of your heartbeat, a tantalizing reminder of the life that flowed through your veins. He resisted the urge to bite, instead pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. You giggled, the sound music to his centuries-old ears.

You stood there for a moment, basking in the simple pleasure of each other's company. Then, Yeosang spoke again, his words a soft coax. "Take a break," he suggested. "Come inside with me." You hesitated, your hands still clutching the sheers, but the desire in his voice was palpable. After a moment, you nodded, allowing him to lead you away from the garden and into the dimly lit mansion. The door closed with a soft click behind them, leaving the outside world and its mundane tasks at bay.

In the cool interior of the house, Yeosang led you up the grand staircase, his steps silent on the plush carpet that lined the steps. You made your way to the master bedroom, a sanctuary of velvet and lace that smelled faintly of your mingled scents. He could feel the anticipation building within you, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made his fangs throb in anticipation.

Once inside, you pulled away from his embrace and danced over to the walk-in closet, your eyes scanning the racks of clothes. Yeosang leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a smoldering gaze. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his tone playful.

"Something to wear tonight," you replied, your cheeks still flushed from your earlier encounter. You pulled out a few garments, holding them up to the light that streamed through the stained-glass window. Each piece was a whisper of fabric that promised to leave little to the imagination, and Yeosang felt his heart race at the thought of you wearing them.

He pushed himself off the frame, stalking closer to you with a predatory grace that made your pulse quicken. "Why bother with clothes?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "You're already the most beautiful thing in this room." He took a garment from your hand, a delicate piece of black lace, and let it slide through his fingers. You giggled, swatting his hand away and hiding your face in his chest.

With a playful growl, Yeosang wrapped his arms around you again, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You squealed in surprise and delight, your laughter echoing through the room. He set you down, your feet barely touching the plush rug before he captured your mouth in a hungry kiss. His fangs grazed your lower lip, and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into him. He could feel your heart racing, the sweet scent of your arousal mixing with the earthy smell of the garden soil that clung to your skin.

Your kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Yeosang backed you towards the bed. You stumbled slightly, your hands clutching at his shirt. He broke away, his eyes searching yours for permission, for the confirmation that you were ready for what was to come. When you nodded, your eyes wide and trusting, he felt a surge of love and desire that was almost overwhelming.

Gently, he laid you down, his body hovering over yours as he began to remove your gardening clothes. Each layer revealed more of your smooth skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss and nibble the soft flesh he uncovered. Your breath hitched as his fangs grazed your collarbone, and you arched your back, inviting him to continue. The tension in the air grew thick, a heady mix of excitement and nerves.

"Your skin is like porcelain," Yeosang murmured, his voice thick with desire as he unbuttoned your blouse. "Soft, delicate, and begging to be touched." He peeled back the fabric, his eyes drinking in the sight of your lacy bra, the cups a delicate cradle for the treasures beneath. "These…" He trailed off, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace. "They hide the most beautiful parts of you." With a flick of his wrist, the bra was gone, your breasts spilling free. He took one in his hand, his thumb brushing over your erect nipple. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

"And these…" He leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down your stomach. "These curves drive me wild." He tugged at the waistband of your trousers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Every inch of you is perfection, and I want to worship it all." Your hands trembled as you helped him, sliding the fabric over your hips and revealing the matching lace of your panties.

When you were naked before him, Yeosang sat back on his haunches, his eyes roving over your body with a reverence reserved for the most sacred of artifacts. He took your hand in his, his gaze intense. "Are you sure, my love?" His thumb traced the veins that pulsed with your life beneath your skin. "Once you give yourself to me, there's no turning back. You'll be mine, forever."

Your eyes searched his, finding the love and protection you craved. You nodded, your voice a soft whisper. "I'm ready. I trust you." The weight of your words hung in the air, a silent promise that bound you together in ways you hadn't yet fully comprehended. But you knew that you wanted this, needed this connection with him more than you'd ever needed anything.

Yeosang took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the gravity of what was about to happen. He leaned in, his fangs grazing the soft skin of your neck. "If you change your mind, you know you can tell me." He kissed your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. "But know that once we start, I'll crave more than just your blood." His voice grew softer, a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine. "I'll want your body, your soul… everything that makes you, you."

Your pulse raced at his words, your heart fluttering like a caged bird. You nodded again, more firmly this time. "I'm ready," you repeated, your voice stronger, more assured. "I want this. I want you."

He smiled, a soft, tender curve of his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Because I've wanted this for so long." With that, he leaned down, his fangs sinking gently into the flesh of your neck. You gasped, your body stiffening before melting into the bed beneath him. The coppery taste of your blood filled his mouth, a symphony of sensation that made his head spin. He drank, savoring each drop, as he continued to tease and explore your body with his hands.

Your legs parted for him, an unspoken invitation that he couldn't resist. He kissed his way down your torso, his hands skimming over your hips, your thighs, before finally reaching your core. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision of innocence and desire, your pink flesh glistening with need. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, to learn the secrets of your body. Your hips jerked, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You taste like heaven," he whispered, his voice muffled against your sensitive skin as he traced the seam of your sex with his tongue. You gripped the bed sheets, your knuckles turning white as you fought to hold onto reality. "Every part of you, so sweet, so perfect." His words were a gentle caress against your soul as he explored you with an almost reverent hunger.

Your body responded to his touch in a symphony of sensation. Each flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips, sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, threatening to drown you in a sea of ecstasy. Incoherent sounds tumbled from your mouth, a mix of whimpers and moans that grew louder as he worked his magic.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his eyes looking up at you, filled with a fiery need. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud of your clit. "I love making you feel this way," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're so responsive, so beautiful."

Your hips began to rock against his mouth, a silent plea for more. He obliged, his tongue pressing harder, his strokes becoming more insistent. You could feel the tension building within you, a coil winding tighter and tighter with each pass of his mouth. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as you approached the edge of something you'd never felt before.

And then you were there, teetering on the brink, the world around you fading into a blur of sensation. Yeosang's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched your body convulse, your first orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tempest. You cried out his name, the sound echoing through the bedroom and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He lapped at you, savoring your sweet release, his own need growing with each tremor that wracked your frame.

As your climax subsided, Yeosang moved up your body, kissing and nibbling along the way. He hovered over you, his eyes a dark, endless pool of desire. "Again," he whispered, his fangs retracted but the hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. "I want to feel you come apart for me again."

Your eyes were glazed with passion, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "I-I don't know if I can," you murmured, your voice tremulous with the aftershocks of pleasure. But Yeosang knew you better than you knew yourself, and he recognized the challenge in your words. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth, sharing your taste with you. You moaned into the kiss, your body already responding to his command.

He slid two fingers inside you, his thumb circling your clit with the same rhythm that had driven your over the edge moments before.

"Good girl," he praised, his tone low and seductive. "You're so wet for me."

Your cheeks burned at his words, but you couldn't deny the truth of them. Your body was responding to him in a way that was utterly foreign, and yet it felt so incredibly right. You bit your lower lip, trying to keep your moans of pleasure from escaping as he grew bolder, his strokes becoming more insistent.

You bucked against his hand, your nails digging into his shoulders as you sought purchase. He felt you tighten around him, your breath coming in short gasps. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a gentle rumble. Your eyes snapped open, locking with his, and he watched the realization dawn in them as you felt the beginnings of another climax building.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," he murmured, his praise sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "You're so beautiful when you come."

The way he talked to you, the way he touched you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt a mix of pleasure and a hint of something else, something darker that you couldn't quite put her finger on. It was as if he was claiming you, marking you as his own with every stroke and every syllable of praise that slipped from his lips. And you liked it, more than you cared to admit.

Your breathing grew ragged, and you could feel the tension building inside you like a storm about to break. Your eyes went wide as you felt a sudden, unfamiliar sensation building in your lower abdomen. Your body began to quake as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning. He knew it too, his eyes burning into yours as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

It was both a question and a command, and you found yourself nodding frantically, your hips rising off the bed to meet his hand. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and you could feel the dam about to burst.

"You're going to squirt for me," he said, his voice a dark promise. "I want to feel it, baby."

"Yeosang," you stutter trying to form a sentence. "I-I feel like--" you felt embarrassed to say it.

"You feel like you're going to come," he finishes for you, his voice a smug whisper. "It's alright. Just let go."

"I-I feel like peeing-," you mumble. "S-Stop, I don't-"

"Shh," he hushes, his thumb circling your clit with a maddening precision. "It's not pee, it's your body's natural response to pleasure." His voice is soothing, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you closely. "Trust me, it's going to feel amazing."

"Squirt for me."

The word "squirt" was like a trigger, and you felt your body tighten around his fingers as the most intense pleasure you'd ever experienced washed over you. It was as if you'd been holding your breath for an eternity and were finally allowed to exhale. You cried out, your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the wave, feeling your muscles spasm and release in a delicious, liquid rush. A rush of liquid spilled from you, soaking the sheets beneath you. You could feel the warmth spreading between your thighs, a sensation that was both shocking and exhilarating. Yeosang's eyes widened in surprise and delight as he watched your body respond.

The release is unlike anything you've ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and relief that leaves you panting and trembling. Yeosang's eyes are wide with excitement, his fangs peeking out slightly as he watches you come apart in his arms. He pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean.

Your eyes widen as you watch him, the realization of what just happened finally sinking in. "Oh my god," you whisper, your voice shaky. "What was that?"

"That," he says with a smug smile, "was your body giving in to me." He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. "You're mine now, in every way that counts."

"Now stay still," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "You're so perfect. Doing so good for me. Let me help you finish." He didn't stop his ministrations, instead, his thumb pressed harder, his fingers moving faster as he coaxed another wave of pleasure from your trembling form. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a delicious pressure that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.

The feeling grew more intense, the warm liquid continuing to spill out of you until you were sure you would drown in it. Yeosang's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched you, his own arousal evident in the hard line of his cock pressed against your thigh. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the newfound wetness, a growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear. Your body was laid bare before him, a canvas of passion and need. But instead of feeling embarrassed or shy, you felt powerful, like you had unlocked some ancient, primal part of yourself that had been waiting for this very moment.

He kissed you deeply, the taste of your own release on his lips a heady aphrodisiac that only served to fan the flames of your desire. Your hips rocked against his hand, your body begging for more, even as you felt the last tremors of your second orgasm fade.

When you opened your eyes again, you found him watching you, his gaze filled with love and an almost tangible hunger. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the urgency in his touch.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice shaky with pleasure. "More than okay. That was… incredible."

He smiled, his fangs peeking out slightly as he kissed you again. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. "Now, let me show you what else I can do."

He slid his hand away, and you felt a moment of loss before he positioned himself between your legs. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you gasped at the sheer size of him. But you were so wet, so ready, that you knew you could take him.

With a gentle push, he entered you, the sensation of him filling you, unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You tensed for a moment, pain ripping through your body. He paused, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress, his concern clear even in the throes of his own passion. "You're okay?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"I…" you went silent, your hands reaching for his forearm. He watched you intently, the love in his gaze almost too much to handle as you felt a sudden rush of wetness between your legs, not just from your arousal, but the blood that accompanied your first time. The sight of it made you panic, and you looked up at him with wide, scared eyes. "What's happening?" you whispered, your voice shaking.

Yeosang leaned down, his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's okay," he soothed, his voice calm and steady. "It's just a little blood. It's normal." He kissed you gently, tasting the hint of fear in your mouth. "I'm with you," he assured you, his hands moving to gently cup your cheeks. "I'll never hurt you."

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded, your eyes never leaving his. He pushed in a little further, your body stretching around him, and you bit your bottom lip to stifle a gasp. It hurt, but you didn't want him to stop. You could feel him, so deep inside you, and you knew that you were his, forever. The pain was a strange sort of pleasure, a reminder of the bond they were forming.

As he began to move, your eyes drifted shut, and you focused on the feeling of him inside you. The pain began to recede, replaced by a deep, insatiable need that grew with every stroke. Your body felt alive in a way it never had before, your muscles tightening around him like a vice.

"You feel so good, my love," Yeosang murmured, his voice thick with passion as he began to move within you, his strokes slow and gentle at first. He watched your face, your expressions a tapestry of pain and pleasure that painted a picture of the virginity you were giving to him. He knew he had to be careful, had to make sure you enjoyed this moment, that you felt comfortable and loved.

Your nails dug into his arms, but you didn't push him away. Instead, you clung to him, your body adjusting to the new sensation as he continued to move, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder than the last. The blood had stopped, but the memory of it made him ache for more, made him want to claim you fully. But he held back, knowing that this was your moment, your first time, and he needed to make it perfect for you.

Your breathing grew ragged as you began to move with him, your hips rising to meet his. He kissed you, his fangs grazing your lower lip as he tasted the lingering fear that mingled with the sweetness of your blood. "You're mine," he murmured against your mouth, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill of excitement through you.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you nodded, your voice a soft whisper. "Yeah, I'm yours."

The words seemed to unleash something within him, a primal need held in check by his love and respect for you. He began to move faster, his hips slapping against yours as he claimed you in the most intimate way possible. You moaned, your nails now raking down his back as you arched into him, your body begging for more.

Yeosang could feel his own release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing unbearable. He reached down, his thumb finding your clit, and began to rub it in tight circles.

Your eyes shot open, and you stared at him, your pupils dilated with lust. "Yeosang," you gasped, his name a plea on your lips.

He leaned in, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "You're so tight, so wet," he whispered, his words hot against your skin. "You're going to feel so good when I come inside you."

Your body tensed, your nails digging into his back as you tried to hold onto the last shreds of your sanity. But it was no use. His words, his touch, it was all too much, and you felt yourself hurtling towards another climax. This one was different, though. It was as if your entire being was coiled tightly, ready to snap.

"Oh god," you whimpered, your hips bucking up to meet him. "I'm going to come again."

He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Do it," he urged, his voice a dark caress. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much you like it."

With a strangled cry, you did just that. Your body spasmed around him, your muscles clenching as you came harder than you ever had before.

Yeosang watched you with a mix of awe and pride, his own climax a distant thunderstorm on the horizon of his pleasure. He knew he could keep you on this precipice for hours if he wanted to, but he also knew that this was your first time, and he didn't want to push your too far too soon. So, with a gentle kiss to your forehead, he pulled out, your juices coating his cock in a warm, sticky mess.

He sat up, his eyes never leaving yours, and reached for a pillow behind you. Carefully, he placed it under your hips, elevating you to the perfect angle. He kept your thighs spread, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he positioned himself above your once more. The pillow made your feel even more exposed, more vulnerable, and you bit your lip as you watched him enter your again.

This time, his movements were more deliberate, his strokes slower and deeper. You could feel every inch of him, the veins of his cock pulsing with each thrust. The pain had mostly subsided, leaving behind a deep, all-consuming need that you hadn't known existed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer, your heels digging into his back.

Your eyes remained locked as he began to move again, his hips rolling into yours in a rhythm that was as old as time.

His hand slid from your thigh to your lower stomach, his fingers pressing down firmly, guiding your movements, setting the pace. You gasped as the pressure built, your nails digging into his back as you felt the beginnings of a third orgasm coiling within you. Yeosang watched you with an almost painful hunger, his eyes dark with desire.

Your words grew more desperate, more explicit with each passing second. "H-Harder," you begged, your voice a needy whine. "D-Don't stop, please, don't ever stop..." He could feel his own climax approaching, a warm tingle at the base of his spine, but he held back, determined to give you everything you needed.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss as his hand moved lower, his fingers sliding through your wetness to find your clit. He circled it with the same rhythm as his hips, feeling your body tighten around him. The dirtiness of your pleas only fueled his desire, his own moans growing louder as he felt your body responding to his touch.

Your movements grew erratic, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as the room filled with the sounds of your passion. Yeosang's whispers grew more heated, his words a delicious mix of sweet praise and dark need. "You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So wet and perfect for me." His fangs grazed the soft skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Your moans grew louder, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to push you closer to the edge. "You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You're going to scream my name as I fuck you so hard you forget your own." His words were a heady mix of love and possession, and you couldn't help but respond to them, your body arching off the bed as you neared climax once more.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a seductive purr. "T-Take it, take everything I give you." He thrust harder, his fingers working in tandem with his cock, pushing you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a scream of pleasure, your nails raking down his back.

Your body convulsed around him, your pussy clenching in a vice-like grip as you came for a third time, your orgasm shaking you to your very core. Yeosang watched you with a mix of love and hunger, his own release just out of reach. He knew he was close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, but he wanted to make sure you were satisfied beyond all measure before he gave in to his own needs.

With a gentle but firm hand, he rolled you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. You whimpered, your body still sensitive from your previous climaxes, but the position was one of submission and trust, and you knew he would never hurt you. He kissed the back of your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You could feel his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, pressing against your thigh.

He reached around you, his hand finding your clit again, his fingers resuming your relentless dance. You moaned, your hips moving involuntarily as you felt the beginnings of another climax coil within you. It was too much, you thought, your body couldn't possibly take any more. But you were wrong. Each touch, each stroke, brought you closer to the precipice once more.

"Y-Yeosang," you cry out, your face now falling into the pillows. "T-Too much--"

"Never too much," he whispers, his voice thick with need. He slides into you from behind, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You feel filled and complete like you're made for this. His hand moves to your hip, his grip firm, guiding your movements as he begins to thrust. You push back into him, the angle hitting your g-spot with precision, making you moan into the fabric.

Your rhythm builds, your bodies moving together like you're one entity. You're lost in the sensations, your mind a whirlwind of pleasure. You've never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by someone else. His teeth graze your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. You know what's coming, but the anticipation only makes you wetter.

"I need you," he says, his voice strained. "I need all of you."

The words send a shiver down your spine. You nod, your voice lost in the symphony of pleasure. He sinks his fangs into your neck, the pain sharp and brief. The taste of your blood fills his mouth, and it's like nothing he's ever known. He groans, his hips moving faster as he drinks from you, feeling your pulse against his tongue. You gasp, your body tightening around him, and he knows you're close.

With a final, desperate push, he feels your orgasm ripple through you, your pussy clenching around him like a fist. It's all the encouragement he needs. He pulls out of you, his cock pulsing with his own release. He comes all over your back, the warmth of his cum mixing with the sticky wetness between your legs.

For a moment, you're both still, panting, your hearts racing in tandem. Then, Yeosang pulls you into his arms, turning you so you're nestled against his chest. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. His tongue laps at the wound on your neck, healing it with his saliva. You shiver, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"How was it?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"It was…" you trail off, trying to find the words. "A-Amazing," you finally say, your voice a whisper. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

He smiles, his eyes shining with love. "I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He runs his hand through your hair, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

"But we're not done yet."

[okshu]

—ㅤ⠀ 峠ㅤ⠀ 𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ATEEZ FIC RECS﹚

all fics of ateez that i read and went "omg wow". the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ ꮺ favs . f,a,s - fluff, angst, smut

𖥔 MEMBERS ˖

홍중 ─── kim hongjoong

i. guns and roses by @baekhvuns [s,ꮺ ] [mafia, enemies to lovers; 6.4k.] ii. love tailored by @arafilez [f] [e2l, fashion designer!khj x ceo!reader; 8.5k] iii. look after you by @mingigoo [f,s] [nurse fem reader x struggling musician hongjoong, enemies to lovers (kind of), some angst, smut, fluff, hospital au; 10.3k] iv. promise by @daesukiii [a,f] [angst, some fluff, hurt/minimal comfort, e for everyone, established relationship; 1.8k] v. ugh, as if by @ennysbookstore [s] [one-shot, punk!hongjoong x feminine!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda); 11.13k]

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성화 ─── park seonghwa

i. sleep-talker by @mingigoo [f, s, ꮺ] [roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au; 10.2k] ii. the duke and his general by @baekhvuns [a,s] [royalty, arranged marriage au, romcom, miniseries; 61k] iii. mr and mrs park by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [mafia, romcom, e2l, single parent au, 50k] iv. bodyguard by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [romcom, bodyguard au + forbidden relationship au; 37.8k] v. misguided by @flurrys-creativity [f,a]

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윤호 ─── jeong yunho

i. come fly with me by @hwaightme [f, ꮺ] [love at first sight, bit of angst, slice of life; 9k] ii. bedfellows by @sungbeam [f] [one bed trope, frnds who cuddle; 1.1k]

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여상 ─── kang yeosang

i. crash landing on you by @atozfic [f, a, s, ꮺ] [mild enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating au, nepobaby!yeosang, student reader; 20.3k] ii. 7:29 P.M. by @edenesth [a, comfort] [timestamp]

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산 ─── choi san

i. this youth of craziness by @baekhvuns [f, s, ꮺ] [slice of life, drama, romcom & travel dreams; 40k] ii. when he's (drunk) too much by @atinybitofau [f, a] [headcannons]

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민기 ─── song mingi

i. butterflies by @hwaslayer [f, s, ꮺ] [established relationship/marriage, parents au; 3.2k] ii. 23:47 by @lvlystars [f]

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우영 ─── jung wooyoung

i. 3.20 a.m. by @strawberryseonghwaz [f] ii. bf texts w/ wooyoung by @beenbaanbuun [f] iii. change of heart by @hotteoki [f, ꮺ] [suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader, arranged marriage, medieval era, strangers to lovers] iv. 21:23 P.M. by @adoringsan v. i don't want to by @sanjoongie [f, ꮺ] [office au, single parent au, rivals to lovers; 1k]

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종호 ─── choi jongho

i. scoot over, choi by @seonghwaddict [f, ꮺ] [one bed trope, slight fluff, slight enemies to lovers but they're not quite at the lovers part yet, agent jongho and reader; 0.6k] ii. falling and sleeping by @seonghwaddict [f] [crack, friends to lovers; 1.5k]

𖥔 OT8 // POLY ˖

i. ateez in the multiverse by @hotteoki [ f, ꮺ ] [ headcannons ] ii. splish splash by @atozfic [s] [no use of y/n, swim team au, lifeguard!reader, pro-swimmers!sanhwawooho; 20k+] iii. asking bf!ateez to draw you a flower by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ text imagines ] iv. world episode fin:will by @arafilez [f,a,s] [ series ] v. happy death day by @flurrys-creativity [s] vi. ateez as mafia member who fall for you [ one . two . christmas sp ] by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ headcannons ]

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To Love You (Prologue)

Knight!Yunho x Queen!Reader x Knight!Mingi

Summary: A love so forbidden, yet so right. The Queen of Precious Kingdom wields two large knights by her side, in love with both of them, as they are with her. Fighting a battle against her heart, can she keep them with her?

Warning: N/A

WC: 448 short bc of prologue

AU: Royal/Medieval

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Rated: PG-13

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A young queen sat on her throne, bored out of her mind. Her royal advisor was blabbering his mouth, just on and on. He reminded her of her schedules, her appearances, her affairs, everything of her duties. If she knew she had to become a queen at such a young age, she would have just ran away before she was crowned.

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?"

"Of course I am, Hongjoong, your voice never shuts up, it's all I hear."

"First of all, that's rude. We've been friend's forever. I don't need your attitude."

You sigh and sit up in your throne, "I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

"That's understandable, but we have stuff to do, come along. First things first, orphanage and the homeless, they've been requesting new renovations for their temporary home."

"Like what, Joong?" Your dress skirt trailed behind you, your golden crown sat atop your head. You looked magnificent and very beautiful in your kingdom's eyes.

His bared his signature smile, "Well, now how would I know? I'm just the messenger, your majesty." He mockingly bowed to you.

You smacked the back of his head, "I'm still your queen, imbecile."

"Meanie.."

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"The Queen! The Queen!" Kids ran up to you, smiles on their faces, jumping up and down in excitement.

You kneeled down and hugged the children, "Hello, boys and girls! I hear you guys were wanting to see me?"

Some of the children stood to the back, staring behind you, "Miss Queen, why do you have big scary men with you?"

You chuckled as you stood up and glanced behind you before the motioning the men to you, "Well, these are my best knights, they protect me everywhere I go."

Yunho and Mingi stared straight ahead, not glancing at you or the children. Keeping their guard up and prepared for anything that could happen. They couldn't let anything happen to you, as they loved you more than anything. As you conversed with the children, the two men kept stealing glances at your form. The two men met you when you were just a princess, ready to cause trouble and explore the kingdom. They had been assigned to be your personal guards as you left the castle quite often, despite your parents protests.

At just 16, you dragged along your guards everywhere you went, despite being the same age as you, they were the best knights you've ever met. They were huge, dorky, but tough. They fell in love with in just a few months. They loved your demeanor, your authority, your personality. They loved how much you cared for the citizens, the people. The animals, the nearby villages. They loved you.

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Day 1: Engineering Fate

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Modern Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Spooky Themes, Childhood friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff

Content & Trigger Warnings: Human!Reader, Human!Yunho, spooky content, magic, halloween celebration, haunted house, one short horror scene in the haunted house but it's over pretty quick, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), foreplay, fingering, teasing, size kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Summary: You're not even in town yet and already strange things are happening. Luckily, you encounter a handsome mechanic who is willing to get your car (and maybe your insides) in shape.

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«-Yesterday | Day 2-»

You'd moved to the city to attend uni, but you made sure to come home every year for the week-long Halloween Festival. By now your professors and friends were used to you disappearing around the spooky season, and there were never any objections to you attending lectures remotely so long as you continued to work on assignments and homework.

For as long as you could remember, Halloween had always been your favourite holiday. So living in a quaint town well-known for being "modernly medieval" and for the Halloween Festival held there every year was like a dream come true. If you didn't have a wish to pursue further education on your path to becoming a lawyer, you might've stayed there your whole life.

This year, however, was off to quite a different start. As you pulled your sputtering blue Mustang convertible onto the gravelly shoulder of the road, you wondered how the hell you would ever make it into town. It was the first day of the Festival and there wasn't much traffic. Most people came early so they could enjoy the entirety of the week without the energy lag from travelling.

As you were pondering your options, the sound of a car engine coming towards you grabbed your attention. Praying the driver would be kind and not an asshole, you stepped out of your car, beginning to wave as soon as the black Camaro came into sight. To your great relief, the driver pulled over when they saw your frantic gestures.

The door opened and a tall raven-haired male unfolded long limbs as he slid out. He was absolutely gorgeous, his smile wide and infectious as he loped over to you with something akin to excitement in his steps. He made you think of a giant puppy as you watched him approach.

"Car trouble?" He asked, voice husky.

You nodded. "I felt a bump like I drove over something about a quarter mile back, but there wasn't an animal or anything in the road so I just assumed I rolled over some object that flew out of another car and went on. Now I'm worried that whatever it was may have hit something underneath."

The man's smile widened. "Well you're in luck! I happen to work part-time as a mechanic and I brought my tools with me, so I'll just pop under there and see if I can figure out what's wrong."

Relief flooded through you and you were finally able to return his smile.

"Name's Jeong Yunho, by the way."

"I'm Kim Y/N. Nice to meet you Yunho. I really appreciate this."

Yunho waved a hand dismissively as he retrieved his tools and lowered himself to the asphalt. "I'm just glad I could help."

As Yunho began to work you leaned against the side of your car, watching him intently.

"So what brings you down this way?" You asked curiously. "Are you here for the Festival?"

"More or less." Yunho replied, grunting. "In addition to being a mechanic, I also work part-time as an engineer. I have a standing job at the Festival every year to make sure the rides stay in top condition all week long. But even if I didn't have this job I'd still come down every year, since this is where I grew up."

Your eyes widened with excitement, finally figuring out why his name had seemed familiar. It had been ages since you last met one of your childhood friends. "You used to live here too?"

Yunho poked his head out the side of your car, recognition flooding his handsome features. "Oh my God, Y/N! I thought your name sounded familiar, but I told myself I was just imagining things." He smiled broadly. "I'd hug you, but I don't think you want grease and oil all over your nice clothes."

You giggled. "I appreciate the consideration."

It didn't take much longer for Yunho to finish by examining your car, the two of you catching up on each other's lives. Once he was out from under your car, you put the key in the ignition and turned it, letting out a joyous cry as the engine roared to life.

Yunho offered to follow you to the Festival in case anything else happened, and you accepted. Upon arriving, the two of you were about to part ways when you invited him to have dinner with you once he was done working for the day. He agreed, and you told him where you'd be staying before waving goodbye.

After Yunho left you checked into your room at the inn and then wandered around, trying out some of the rides and grabbing lunch before approaching the large tower-like building that held the magical haunted house. This was probably your favourite attraction, hands down. It was created with wild Fae magic, offering eight different levels for all who entered. The magic also remembered what levels each person had completed, so you never had to repeat the same experience twice. Really, they were more like horror-themed escape rooms than bonafide haunted house experiences. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped in.

It was pitch dark save for the outside light coming through the open door. In that light you discovered a flashlight, which you happily picked up. As soon as you did so, the door slammed shut behind you. And so it begins, you thought excitedly as you turned the flashlight on and began to examine your surroundings.

You were in some kind of basement, bits of trash all over the dirty floor along with what looked like an old briefcase. Moving forward, you picked up the briefcase and looked it over carefully. You found a numerical padlock keeping it shut and set it back where you found it, making a mental note to keep your eyes peeled for a five digit code.

Further exploration revealed a desk on which were several notes spattered with a dark substance that could have been either blood or something equally unpleasant. You examined them carefully but found no important information, just stuff pertaining to the backstory of the level.

In the back of the room was a wall covered with graffiti. That was odd, since there were no marks anywhere else in the room. Closer examination revealed a blacklight on a stand, and an idea came to mind. Dragging the blacklight around so it was aimed at the wall, you turned it on. Amongst the jumble of paint was the distinct image of five numbers, most likely the code to unlock the briefcase. Repeating the numbers under your breath, you made your way back to the briefcase and put them in. An audible click echoed through the room and you let out a quiet cry of joy.

Inside the briefcase was a large metal key and an odd triangle-shaped artefact made of some smooth material you didn’t recognize. You pocketed both objects and began searching for a door, assuming the key you’d obtained would get you out of this room. As you were walking you suddenly heard a deep, rumbling growl and froze, doing your best to remain motionless in the hope that whatever was in here with you would lose interest and return to wherever it came from.

The tapping of claws against the hard floor reached your ears, coming slowly closer. You regulated your breathing, praying that you were being quiet enough. Heavy, guttural breathing sounded from directly behind you as your heart pounded a staccato beat against your ribcage. Please, just move on. There’s nothing interesting here. Something wet nudged at the back of your knee and you bit your lip to keep from squealing at the disgusting sensation. A massive tongue licked a stripe up your leg and you dug your teeth further into your lips.

A whistle echoed from somewhere above you and the creature turned, bounding toward the sound with thudding steps that shook the ground slightly. When silence reigned once more you exhaled shakily, releasing some of the tension in your body. Locating a fairly clean rag you’d seen earlier, you wiped the creature’s saliva off your leg and resumed your search for the door to the next room. Your leisurely attitude had vanished with the reminder that this was no walk in the park, you needed to get out of here fast before the creature or its master found you.

Determined, you looked around quickly and found the door within minutes. You pulled the key from your pocket and tried it. It slid in and turned without issue, taking a little more of the tension away. You cautiously pushed the door open and stepped into a much brighter room, sunlight streaming through large glass windows. From the opulence of your surroundings you guessed you were in a mansion of some sort, probably a cover for whatever horrors went on in this place. As quietly as possible, you approached the first door you could immediately see and checked if it was locked. It wasn’t, and you tiptoed into the room.

This was a bedroom, possibly the master suite but you couldn’t be sure. On the dresser was a large, golden key with intricate carvings. You quickly pocketed it and resumed looking around.

Aside from the key, the bedroom was pretty empty, so you stepped out and approached the next door. This one was locked, so you tried the gilded key you'd found. The lock clicked and you were in.

You were in what appeared to be an office. A door at the back of the room caught your eyes and you went to open it. Revealed was a set of stairs going down, probably back to the basement. You closed the door back, no way you were going into that hellhole a second time. Searching the rest of the room proved fruitless, and you moved on.

You now stepped into the lobby, the front doors calling you enticingly. Pulling the golden key from your pocket, you eyed it curiously. To hell with it, you decided. Approaching the front doors you inserted the key and turned it. The doors swung open and bright white light filled the area, blinding you.

You stepped back out onto the grounds of the festival, lower lip extended in a slight pout. You'd hoped to see more of the level before leaving, but your curiosity got the better of you as usual.

You'd clearly been in there for a while, the sun was nearing the horizon and many of the attractions were turning their lights on.

"Having fun?" Came a voice from behind you.

Startled, you jumped and whirled around. Yunho stood there, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" He teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him, making him chuckle. "I did the first level of the haunted house, so I'm still slightly on edge."

“Understandable. You ready for dinner?”

As if on cue, your stomach growled loudly and both of you laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Yunho said, still chuckling a little.

The two of you began to walk, making your way back to the inn you were staying at. Once in the small restaurant area, you made your orders and chose a place to sit. Once the food arrived you dug in, silence reigning for a bit as both of you enjoyed your meals.

When both plates were empty, you looked up at Yunho and grinned. “We sure enjoyed that, didn’t we?”

He nodded, returning your grin.

Before either of you could say anything more, a server approached and announced that the restaurant was closing. You apologised for keeping them and asked Yunho if he wanted to talk more in your room. He agreed and the two of you went up to the second floor where your room was located.

You and Yunho talked long into the night about various memories from your childhood and where some of your friends went after you both left. Somewhere along the way the conversation came to crushes and past relationships, and Yunho casually dropped a rather shocking bit of information.

“I’ve had a crush on you since like eighth grade, I think. Still do, as a matter of fact.”

You stared at him in surprise as your brain processed what he’d just said. You’d had a crush on him for just as long, but you never in your life imagined he might’ve returned those feelings. “So have I.” You admitted.

You gazed at each other in silence for a moment, then Yunho leaned toward you a bit and murmured “Y/N, may I kiss you?”

“Please.” You whispered, hands coming up to grasp his shoulders as your lips met and bliss exploded throughout your body.

One large hand tangled in your hair, while the other spanned at least half of your waist. You clung to his shoulders for dear life as fireworks went off behind your closed eyelids. He deepened the kiss, and it felt like he was trying to swallow you whole as he gently tugged you closer until you were sitting in his lap. You shifted, wrapping your legs around him as you tried to get impossibly closer. After what felt like years you parted for air, a string of saliva linking you together.

You yanked at the buttons on his shirt as desire rose within you, a sudden want that was almost crippling in its intensity. Shaking hands hindered your efforts and Yunho’s long fingers stopped you.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” He inquired. You whined, and he chuckled. “Patience, love. You’ll get what you want in due time.” Pulling the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, you felt a shiver go straight to your core at the sight of his toned body. You busied yourself running your hands all over his skin, mapping every line of corded muscle you could find and stopping only to lift your arms when Yunho removed your blouse.

“Like what you see, love?” He asked, a coy smirk on his face.

“Yes, very much.” You moaned out as he dragged his thumbs over your nipples, each touch resulting in a jolt of pleasure that heightened your desire to almost a fever pitch. You needed him inside you yesterday, and you made sure he knew it.

“Please, Yun-ah, need you…can’t wait!”

“Easy now, my love. Just a little longer.”

Tenderly he laid you back onto the bed and you relished in how small you felt as his large frame hovered over you. He made short work of your pants and underwear, eyes widening as he took in just how wet you were. “Look at you, soaked already and I’ve barely even done anything.”

He slid two fingers into you, the long digits brushing your sweet spot and drawing a porn-worthy moan out of you. He added a third and you jolted a little, unused to the stretch but not in pain.

Yunho’s gaze darkened with desire as he continued to work his fingers inside you, curling them just right. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching off the bed in response to his expert touch. Each thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting your nerves and leaving you gasping for more.

“Y/N, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.” The promise in his words sent a thrill through your core, tightening the knot of desire that was building inside you.

“Yunho, please… I can’t take it anymore.” You whined, desperately seeking his lips with yours again. The kiss was a feverish clash of tongues and teeth, a collision of passion that made your head spin.

Withdrawing his fingers, Yunho leaned back, his eyes locking onto yours, igniting an unspoken understanding between you. “I want you to tell me at once if anything hurts, okay?” You nodded and he positioned himself between your legs, his broad shoulders framing your body perfectly, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how tiny he made you feel. “Just relax, love. I’ve got you.”

“Please, I need you!” You begged, squirming beneath him, your body craving him. He nodded slowly, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward, teasingly brushing against your entrance with the tip of his thick length.

“Such a good girl.” He praised softly, his fingertips ghosting over your clit as he leaned even closer, ready to enter you.

When he finally pressed inside you, it was blissful torture. He filled you to the brim, stretching you out in a way that sent sparks of pleasure radiating from your core. You let out a cry of sheer delight, your body clenching around him instinctively.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled, pushing deeper as he held your gaze, his expression a mix of lust and admiration. “You’re so fucking perfect. Such a sweet, tight little cunt and it's all mine.”

You moaned at that, body trembling with arousal as the filthy words tumbled from his lips.

He started moving, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. The stretch felt incredible, and you were all too aware of how small you felt compared to him. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, sending waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you.

“Yunho!” You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built higher. He picked up his pace, his body slamming into yours with relentless force.

“Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you cum around me,” he commanded, and that sent you over the edge. Your body responded to his words, the coil within you snapping as you arched your back and let out a scream of pleasure.

“Yunho! Oh my god!” You cried, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You could feel the heat of your orgasm pulsing through your veins, every nerve ending igniting in ecstasy.

“That’s it, Y/N,” he urged, his voice dripping with lust. His pace increased, driving you deeper into the haze of pleasure. “Just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me like this.”

He continued to move inside you, your sensitive body still trembling from your first orgasm when the familiar tension began to build again. The way he held you, his large hands gripping your hips, made you feel both safe and completely consumed by desire.

“Yunho, I’m close again!” You whimpered, lost in the intensity of the moment as he chased his own release.

“Then let go, baby. Cum for me again.”

With one final thrust, he found your sweet spot again, and it sent you spiralling over the edge for the second time. You screamed his name, a high-pitched sound filled with pure ecstasy as you felt your body tighten around him, a second orgasm washing over you in waves that left you breathless and shaking.

“Y/N!” Yunho groaned, his own release following closely behind as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you completely.

You both took a moment to collect yourselves, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breaths and soft whimpers as you rode out the waves of pleasure. As the world slowly came back into focus, Yunho collapsed beside you, pulling you close against him.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a satisfied smile on his face. And as you lay there in the aftermath, feeling cherished in his embrace, you couldn’t help but agree. You snuggled up to Yunho, enjoying the warmth of his body as he curled around you and held you close. You drifted off to sleep with a content smile on your face.

«-Yesterday | Day 2-»

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UGLY DRAGON … scenario

pairing : dragon!hongjoong x witch!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : smut, fantasy / medieval, angst

warnings : language, pressures in having an heir, concepts of mates (idk if that's a warning), hongjoong unknowingly makes y/n feel insecure

smut warnings : MEAN!joong, monster cock!ateez, voyeurism, hongjoong imagines what you and yeosang are doing, masturbastion (male), dom / sub dynamics, mating, oral (male), mating press, crying, breeding kink, slight cum play, no emotions only sex

word count : 2.2k

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sometimes hongjoong could become a very ugly dragon especially when it came to his mates.

THE MEETING WITH SOME OF THE CLAN ELDERS had lasted longer than what hongjoong would have liked. he hates talking to the elders, they are always sticking their noses into his business and always trying to decide things for the clan as if he wasn't the one sitting on the throne.

lately, of course, they have been pressuring him to fully mate with you so you can bare new heirs. his replacements if something was to happen to him – as if something actually would happen, but those elders are always so paranoid.

hongjoong knows the others would happily have you bare their children. he's already had to listen to san's fantasies about how he would breed you. and yes that involves going in to deep, deep detail about everything. sometimes hongjoong wonders where san got such nasty fantasies from, but the thought only makes his head hurt and his dick hard.

the blue haired prince honestly just needed to go–

"f-fuck, you keep clenching too hard around me and i might accidentally come too early," hongjoong recognizes that voice as yeosang's and he immediately recognizes the little laugh that follows his voice as yours.

the main source of his slowly growing headache.

however despite this, hongjoong finds himself slowing down his foot steps until he's right in front of yeosang's chamber doors. the sound of both your moans and deep breathing very clearly evident to what you both are doing.

he can hear yeosang's hips slapping– pounding into you and can only imagine how fucked out you looked. he wonders what position yeosang has you in and he can only guess you've been going at it for a at least several hours since it is already a little past noon.

"yeo-yeosang, please, please!" you cry out, your voice is hoarse sounding which either confirms hongjoong's theory or yeosang had simply throat fucked you before this. and honestly, who's to say that it wasn't both.

the prince can only imagine yeosang having you choke his cock as he fucks your mouth and you willingly take whatever the dragon gave you. you probably had tears running down your face from just the size alone. hongjoong is well aware of how much you can take when it comes to taking them in any of your holes.

he's easily walked in on you going down on seonghwa while the blonde haired dragon was suppose to be working on some documents. he had honestly never seen seonghwa's eyes roll as far back as they did in that moment.

fuck, what was he thinking? hongjoong shakes his head of all those thoughts and quickly walks away from yeosang's chamber. however, the sounds of skin slapping together and your moans still ring in his ears even hours later when he's in his royal office. his hand fisting his cock to the images of you painting his mind even if he still does hate you.

IT'S A FEW DAYS LATER when hongjoong sees you, roaming around halls, your stupid grimoire floating behind you. he tries not to think about you, but the images of you with his other mates keep clouding his mind.

he's noticed that you've learned to not greet him. you only simply bow to him, eyes remaining locked to the floor. like you're afraid of looking at the blue haired dragon in fear of him lashing out at you.

you should be afraid, he thinks as he walked past you as if you don't exist. he knows that if any of the others had seen how he ignores you they would scold him and tell him to stop being so rude towards you.

hongjoong can only roll his eyes at the thoughts.

but then he slows his steps to a halt. the words of those stupid clan elders pecking at the back of his mind like an annoying bird – or book – as he thinks about if he should just attempt to breed you like they want him to.

"witch," his voice works quicker than his mind and you look up a little bit, your innocent eyes meetings his sharp ones. "come visit me in the evening. we have things to do."

hongjoong leaves before you can even say anything, knowing it would just be a pointless little y-yes! that would come out of your mouth. he can hear your stupid book ramble on about him needing manners and all hongjoong can think about it how he wants to one day use him as kindle.

WHEN EVENING ROLLS AROUND hongjoong is already waiting for you naked. he figures the quicker you two start, the faster he can get it all over with and pass you onto one of his other more willing mates. his only purpose with you is to try and secure an heir for those decrepit bastards. he doesn't love you, and honestly he doesn't want to despite what fate tells him.

he could never love a witch.

the knock on his chamber door brings him out of his thoughts and he calls for you to come in. his back is to you, but he knows that you are bowing to him as the door closes behind you.

"your highness, prince hongjoong, you wanted to see me?" your voice is calm sounding and it almost soothes him.

hongjoong turns around and he watches your eyes go wide for a moment as you finally take in his naked form. of course from the back you have no idea, his silk robe doing well to cover some of him, but is completely useless in covering his front.

your eyes drift down to his soft cock before you quickly bring them back up to meet his eyes. hongjoong feels his ego slightly go up as he can tell by your expression that he's made you flustered.

"i had a meeting with the clan elders the other day," hongjoong begins, "they told me i need to start preparing for an heir," he adds on as he begins to walk towards you, his robe slowly slipping off and pooling in the floor.

"is... that why you wanted to see me? so i can give you an heir?" you ask, your voice still calm but now a little bit more hesitant than usual.

hongjoong can't help but smirk at how quickly you caught on.

"so you understand what i want from you, correct?" he ask, his naked body pressed flushed against your clothed one. you nod your head and hongjoong's smirk only grows wider. "then strip yourself and get on your knees."

hongjoong is beginning to understand why seonghwa had acted the way he did when you had sucked him off. the way your throat clenched around his thick girth made him moan, his hands gripping your hair harshly as he basically just fucks your mouth.

he can see the tears welling up in your eyes and hongjoong wonders how much harder, how much deeper he has to go in order for those tears to actually fall. he wants to see you crying because of his cock. he wants to know that he used you and bred you so much that it made you cry.

he wants to know that by the end of this you are carrying his child and possibly ruined for the rest of his mates.

yes, hongjoong realizes how selfish that is, but he doesn't care. he only cares about himself and his need to fill you up until your stomach swells with his seed. you should probably be grateful that he's even letting you carry the clan's heir.

"f-fuck!" hongjoong hisses out as he continues to fuck your throat, he can feel himself close to climax and that's when he pulls out of your mouth. your lips are swollen and there's spit and drool and precum all over the lower half of your face. your eyes are glossy as you look up at him and he wonders if you're only seconds away from worshipping him.

from worshipping his cock.

"get on the bed," he orders and you follow them without a word. he watches you slightly stumble from your sore knees, but you don't say anything. he watches you like a predator watches their prey, you easily follow his words and even hold your legs open, inviting him to look at how wet and ready you are for him.

when hongjoong thrusts into you, you can't help but let out a moan at how well he fills you up. he tries his best to suppress his own moans but fails as he tilts his head back. he immediately begins thrusting into you, he willingly lets your legs get thrown over his shoulders. the new angle allowing hongjoong to hit deeper inside you.

the wet sounds from your pussy and your moan are enough to make his head spin. he catches himself a few times, almost forgetting the fact that you're a witch. his inner dragon wanting to take over, but hongjoong wills himself to not get distracted by your bond. he doesn't want you to think that he actually loves you or anything.

you do your best to not touch the blue haired prince. you're so use to your the others being physical with you, and you have to will yourself not to drag your nails down his back. you have to remind yourself that hongjoong doesn't want a relationship with you. he's only fucking you right now because he has to you. he only wants an heir.

but if he only want an heir, why did he have you suck him off?

you're pulled out of your thoughts by the dragon himself as he moves to press himself closer to you. he moves your legs to basically fold you in half. the slightly new position doing wonders for the prince. hongjoong can feel you clenching hard around him and he now understands what yeosang meant by almost cumming too soon.

"h-hongjoong!" you call out his name as he continues to ruthlessly thrust into you. his cock going so far that you're both convinced it's hitting your womb. you feel your orgasm starting to build up, the coil in your stomach making your lower half twitch as you attempt to thrust up to meet his thrust. it's clearly a poor attempt that makes hongjoong laugh.

"fuck, i see why the others are so obsessed with wanting to fuck and breed you. it's like your pussy was made for me, e-easily welcoming my cock. fuck! fuck! you gonna carry my heirs for me, little witch? gonna be a nice mate and let me breed you?"

"y-yes, your highness! i'll be a good mate. thank you for giving me your heirs. thank you for breeding me! thank you, thank you!" you're basically babbling and hongjoong groans at your words.

hongjoong can feel his own orgasm coming. his hips are starting to lose the harsh rhythm he's set for himself. he pulls away just slightly in order to look at how your bodies are connected. he notes how your pussy glistens with how wet it is, his and yours juices mixing and he almost finds himself wanting to fall for the sight.

but hongjoong shakes those thoughts away as he thrusts a few more times before stilling deep inside you. his cum shooting deep into your womb and the prince finds himself letting out a deep primal moan at how he fills you. you let out a series of whines and gasp before you're coming as well. the feeling of him filling you up and cock basically pulsating inside you as he empties his balls out in his attempt to breed up.

"take my seed, mate. take all of it and don't let it spill out," he says as he slowly pulls out of you. he's quick to make sure that any of his cum that spilled out goes back inside of you.

he brings his cum covered fingers up to your lips and you happily welcome them. he watches you lick and suck on his fingers before he's removing them with a soft pop. hongjoong can feel something deep inside him, but refuses to acknowledge it.

a frown paints his lips and you can't help but wonder if you did a bad job. did you somehow not live up to expectations once more? should you just accept that you will never been good enough to him, no matter how hard you try?

hongjoong doesn't let you sit on those thoughts as he moves off the bed. he effortlessly picks his robe up and walks out of his room, leaving you alone. however, it doesn't last long as he returns minutes later with yeosang in tow behind him.

you feel your heart swell at seeing the black haired dragon. his eyes are soft as he takes in your nude form and easily pulls you into his arms.

"my beautiful flower," he says as he gently nuzzles his nose against yours. you easily feel your body welcome yeosang's warm body and scent as he carries you out of the other prince's chambers and to his own.

as the chamber doors close, leaving hongjoong alone and inside, you can't help but feel like he's has once again shut you out and away from him.

[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out the fifteenth flower picked by Queenie for our The Language of Flowers Event!

Revenge

part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers

Genre: Royalty/ medieval times.

Parings: non

words: 4766

rating: E for everyone

Warnings: blood, people losing their heads.

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/album/7CY5mNBTBbHs1a4apdKCq6?si=O_pEwrkZQ1mogNJsPJfg4A <- octopath traveler https://open.spotify.com/album/3yNPwXzMkBRKdQKPOMrAGD?si=ScZEUMXDRjypr-vWBYRWXA<- Inuyasha

A/N: so i decide to write this because why not, and i was watching game of thrones to see how it was it gave me a boost on how to write hong-joong and senghwa charters including yeosang, wooyoung and my OC. please no hate please. and do enjoy, also i will take feedback also i did the drawing , and listen to Octopath traveler OST for this story as well.

summary: a young king doesn't care for anyone but himself, destroying everything . but two villagers will stop him and get their revenge

tagging: @stardragongalaxy @kwanisms @sanjoongie @pyeonghongrie @mint-yooxgi @kpop-stories-21 @anyamaris

~ Orange lily- Revenge

Lilith was helping her mother around the kitchen chopping the carrots, while  her mom was making a loaf of bread for the stew. “ You don’t have to help me, daughter. I will be fine.” “I don’t mind mom, besides I love cooking. Her mother looked at her with a smile on her face, but blood started to come out of her nose due to a sickness she had.  “I am well, just oh dear… I am sorry daughter, can you make the loaf of bread for me.” “Sure, are you okay, mother?” “ I am, no worries, daughter. Also, your father is at his blacksmith shop.” Lilith looked at her mother and nodded,  then put the bread into the oven. “ I will stop by to see him, but you need to rest, mother.” Lilith's mother Cecelia nodded and sat down for a little bit covering herself up as Lilith was walking to her father's shop. Her father Fred put his sludge hammer down and went to hug her. “Good morning daughter, how’s your mother doing?” “She’s resting for now. While she was making bread, her nose started to bleed. Fred nodded and said. “I worried for her daughter. But we both know that she is strong and will see you walking down the aisle with wooyoung.” “Your right, including your father, that day will be the best day of our lives. I just know it..”  

Father, mother, forgive me, please, I miss you so much. but I swear on my sword that I won't stop until his head is mine. I will get my revenge for all three of you guys. 

As Lilith and her father were done talking, she heard a horse neigh and saw a young prince wearing a goldish crown and his bodyguard helping him down fixing his long cape. “Ooh, what a surprise to have the young king. What can we humbly do for you. “I need a sword, a well crafted sword.” “Well then, let me show you your highness on what swords we have on display.” Lilith looked at the young king while he was shopping and said  “what about this one? “ This silver sword.” “That is a fine sword but is not for sale, your highness.” “ooh even though we give you this much gold for it.” “My father said it is not for sale, no matter how much gold you gave us. Is a family herlom. The young king went to her and said, “ You better hold that tongue of yours, or I will have to cut it right out of your mouth.” “Your Highness, we need to get back to the castle.” Hong-joong nodded at seonghwa and took the sword, then said before exiting out  of Lilith's father black smith shop. “Know this, if you raise your voice again at your king, I will not let that slide at all. Or else you get to know King Hong-Joong. Good day, Seonghwa let’s go!” Lilith looked at King Hong- Joong and Seonghwa, leaving with a couple more guards than her father turned around. “What was that about?! We are lucky enough that we got off with a warning.” “I  don't know, something in me snapped. maybe I didn’t want anyone taking the sword, but I guess he still took it anyway.”  

How long is it that I haven’t seen your guys grave since that unforgivable day is all  because of my actions. I am tired, but I won’t give up on getting revenge.

Lilith and her father walked home, wooyoung waiting for them inside helping his mother in law out to set up the table and taking out the loaf of bread Cecila was already eating than Lilith serve her father and wooyoung than herself until Fred talked about how the king took his wife family sword the only sword that her father left her before he “died”  “King Hong-jong came into my shop. He was looking for a sword.”

“Oh did he request that you make one for him, or you sold him ones that you already made?” “He looked around, and I didn’t hold my tongue, so he took your father's sword.” Lilith looked at her father and said. “Mom I am to blame. It was me that he took. I guess that something in me snapped.” “Daughter, that was a family heirloom, the only thing we had of your grandfather. I need to talk to the king about it.” Wooyoung looked at Cecilia. “I’ll join you and Lilith into town tomorrow morning, I will protect them no matter what, Fred. someone needs to save you from your good intentions.” The family nodded. After dinner, Fred helped his wife into bed, and then Lilith and wooyoung were still up talking being a loving couple.

“Thank you for joining us in town tomorrow morning.” “Of course, as my duty, I will help you guys out. Is my turn too anyway. Is getting late love, I wait for you to get back inside before your dad turns off the candle.” Lilith kissed Wooyoung, then went upstairs and combed her hair. When Wooyoung saw the candle off, he walked home.  The  next morning,  Lilith and Wooyoung arrived in town, everyone running their shops, smiling. When they reached the castle gates, two guards took out their spears and said. “No one is allowed to pass unless you have an order from the king.” “The king took something that belonged to..” “We're just here to offer a king a deal. We're just simply farmers trying to..” Seonghwa looked at Lilith and the young boy with raven hair, went to the guards to open the gates. “Let them pass. Besides, I know the girl, and it is also a pleasure to meet her friend.” “Right away, dark knight, you both may enter.”

Seonghwa showed them to the throne room without making any conversation, then they stopped when Hongjoong was going to behead an innocent town folk. “Please sir, It wasn’t my intention to…” “clean this mess up, I don’t want his blood on my carpet. Oh, Seonghwa, you're here, with two more people that want their heads off?” “No, these are the people from the village you visited yesterday.”

King Hong-Joong walked down from his steps and held his cape so that it wouldn't get dirty with the blood  and said, “Ooh You are the girl with the sharp tongue, and you are..” “I am wooyoung your highness. Lilith husband.” King Hong-joong looked and said. “What could I do for you?” he said while bringing the cup of wine to his lips.  “The sword you took is a family heirloom. It belongs to my grandfather so I want it back.” “Really this sword I have, your father didn’t say that when he sold it to me. So is mine now, so sorry that you travel far to  get what you want.”

Lilith clinched her hands into fits, then she punched him, wooyoung pulled his axe out, making Seonghwa laugh at him and  drew his sword. “ You think you could strike me with your iron axe?! I shall kill you where you stand for hurting my king.” Wooyoung fling his axe cutting hong-joong cheek then getting stuck at the wall making them run.  “ The kid got guts, and also Is okay Seonghwa, it is time to pay their village a visit.” Seonghwa nodded and grabbed his men and rode next to Hong-Joong, Lilith and Wooyoung ran and stopped in order for them to catch their breath. “That was close, Wooyoung. You lost your ax.” “I know, but I did keep my word to protect you. Also, I know the sword is important.” Lilith sighed, making them both walk. Then, after laughing and talking, they stopped and saw a cloud of smoke. “That’s near… HOME!” “Mom, dad, please be safe. Let’s go wooyoung.” “please don’t kill us.. please …” “rally them up. I want to see the look on their faces when I draw my sword. Including the kids.”

Seonghwa nodded as Lilith saw her mother and father. “Why you..” “shhh. We are going to get caught.”  “Now then, you're all here because one  of your villagers decided to cut me with his ax and the other one to argue with me. The punishment for this is off with your head. Bring me that black smith wife.” “No, kill me, your highness, but not my wife Ceila '' Seonghwa turned around and saw wooyoung, and Lilith then said. “Kill the village girl's mother, your highness, and I kill her father.” Hong-jong didn’t think twice of striking his sword through Celica's heart, making her mouth I love you to her daughter. Fred crawled over to his wife and saw his daughter and wooyoung.

Then Seonghwa raised his sword and beheaded her father. With that, lilith eyes became dull and looked away. After Seonghwa and Hong-jong were done with their duties, they rode to another village. “Mom, forgive me, please. I am sorry, I'm so sorry. Also you father, please don’t leave me, please.” “I am sorry baby, come here, you have me, but this gives us a reason to get them back.” Lilith dug a hole for her mother and father, then said a small prayer after they  packed water, food, etc, and changed her clothes and grabbed weapons from her father's armory shop. “Ready love, don’t worry, I will be here day and night. Your revenge is also mine.” “thank you Wooyoung that’s why I love you. For now, my name is Lily.” 

As Wooyoung and Lily walked away from their home, both of our travelers will train and get stronger to get their revenge on King hong-joong and the black knight Park Seonghwa. For killing their family and destroying their home. As days went by, Lily kept guard while wooyoung slept. Then she looked at the stars thinking about her mother and father. Then she took out her dagger and started to cut her long hair, making wooyoung to help her and smiled. “Did I wake you up WooYoung?” “No, I just took a little nap. But I see you cut all of your hair, let me help you at the back.” After they both looked at her hair and threw it into the fire now, Lily could finally say that Lilith is forever dead. When morning rose they put out their fire and reached a small town, while Lily was walking she stopped by a black smith shop making him fix her sword after Yeosang was done fixing the sword Lily gave him 10 gold coins as a repayment after that they saw the same black smith boy in the tavern. “You're the same boy that fixed my sword.” “Yes I am. But I see you are  not from here.” “Is it that obvious..” Wooyoung stood close to his weapon on the table until Yeosang said. “well yeah.. But I know that the king has ears everywhere.” Lily walked then noticed the guards that were coming towers until they reached the tavern. “Our king destroyed an entire village, it was fun to see people, even the kids slaughtered.” “those bastards, i will kill them..” “Wooyoung not here, I know the place and time.” Wooyoung still kept an eye on the guards, Yeosang was talking to Lily and saw the map that he pulled out. “How and where did you get this, this is exactly what we needed. How much..” “If you could help me get rid of those guards, when they were done with yours they came into ours.” Lily lowered her shirt and walked over to allure the guards. Then she took out her dagger, stabbing them covering their mouths. Yeosang saw and gave the map to lily and wooyoung making them to countied their journey while they were riding the horse’s wooyoung started up a conversation. “Back there, did u umm..” “no, because I have my eyes on one person and that is you, besides we are almost there.” Lily and Wooyoung kept quiet throughout the journey when they reached for a rest place, she saw a field full of flowers but not just flowers but  orange lilies. “People say that orange lilies are meant for seeking revenge and this is where we will strike the dark knight park Seonghwa and King Hong-Jong. Then all this rage and sadness I have will disappear.” Lily let her tears fall, wooyoung hugged her close and rested his chin on her shoulder and said. “If we don’t get to kill them both I will be honored to die with you here in the garden of orange lilies.” 

Back at the castle, hong-jong was reading the reports that his guards were getting killed and hanged until Seonghwa came and bowed, then he handed him another report making hong-jong to sigh in frustration. “How is this possiable?! I station each man to every village and their slowly “dying” someone probably survived from that village that we burned down.” “or someone might have helped them in another village. I will find that person.” Hong-jong nodded and went to bed for a nap. Making him have a dream about a garden of orange lilies. 

“This is the end for you King Hong-joong, you're nothing without your trusted knight Seonghwa.” “oh really now, I will strike you and wooyoung here. You can’t and will never defeat me.” Hong-jong charges at them but lily  blocks his attack making wooyoung to shoot an arrow at hong-jong holding his arm then Lily knocks him down. “Come on, kill me, you don’t have the guts to do so.” Lily looked at him and whispered into his ear. “It makes me sad that the “big bad king” don’t know our names. Wooyoung ready.” “Ready Lilith, let’s do this.” Hong-jong's eyes widen and said  “into the depths of hell with the both of you…” 

“What the hell, it was only a dream. I need a cup of wine, you serve me more wine now!” “sire, Seonghwa came back with the person who killed the guards.” Seonghwa forced Yeosang down to his knees and saw hong-jong bending down to his eye level. “So you're the one that killed my guards that were protecting  your village.” “They were drunk on the job, not even worth it so..” Hong-joong punched him and said. “If u help me to find the real killers I’ll let you go but for now, Seonghwa take our friend to his cell.” “Yes sir.”  As days and nights passed king hong-jong men were dropping like flies, releasing the villagers that were in a cell carriage until Wooyoung got seen by  one knight that was following their tracks. “Thank you coyote for letting us out..” “no problem, leave now before more soldiers come and the..”  “So you're the one that was killing my men, “coyote” or should I say wooyoung that is your given name right.” Wooyoung suddenly froze and slowly turned around to look at Seonghwa and said. “I see that my reputation got to you but if you really want to know the information, you have to beat me out of it.” “Oh it will be my pleasure.” Seonghwa and wooyoung fought non stop both having bruises, cuts, then wooyoung knocked his shield out of his hand panting then Seonghwa said “you got tough, i should've killed you when i saw you and Lilith hiding behind that bush in your village.” “You should have but you didn’t and I will cut you down but not today.” Seonghwa focused on his surroundings and double step but wooyoung blocked his attack grabbing his shield nearby then took out his dagger making Seonghwa to look. “Not bad wooyoung, not bad at all. But keep on training, do remember this though you will still be weak until we meet again.” Seonghwa got on his horse and rode off making wooyoung to get up and sigh. “Coyote, are you okay?” “yeah I’m fine i just got done fighting Seonghwa.” “Did you see Hong-jong by any chance?” Wooyoung shook his head, making Lily sigh while her eyes were closed and said. “Will, we have to make haste who knows we will get a chance again.” Lily and the coyote rode their horses to another tavern and rested up. “Wow, what a mess here, and you say that the coyote did all of this.” “Yes sire, as the matter of fact Seonghwa fought with him.” Hong-Joong looked and saw the hoofs of the horses. “I know where to find the coyote."

As night fell WooYoung and lily drank relaxing, making everyone stand up seeing King Hong-joong and Seonghwa going to get a drink and sat at the table nearby wooyoung and lily talking and chatting. Lily felt eyes burning behind her neck until the coyote said. “Easy, i know you see him, but not here like you say there's a time and place and we already pick the place.” “I know but I felt like my  neck was burning with his eyes.” “Well you are not the only one, I see Seonghwa as well. Even though we have our hoodies on.” Hong-Joong still looked while sipping, then he went over and said. “Might if we join, plus it's in the house.” “Sure, go ahead”

Seonghwa smiled and Hong-joong as well they were mostly doing the conversation Lily was ready to strike him down the person who killed her parents and burn down her and wooyoung village until Seonghwa said. “Be careful of your actions, lilith anything you do i will strike you down.” “I was only stretching, I was afraid that I would strike your king, besides he’s not an angel.” “No I know he’s not, but I have Yeonsang. Was he the one to help you guys out?” Lily looked then  turned  not seeing wooyoung and hong-jong sitting down anymore. Making her run. “Don’t leave wooyoung, please not today or never.”

She reached outside seeing wooyoung holding his hand then she blocked hong-joong with her sword. “You're not going to strike him, I won't allow it.” “I know you guys are the villagers that lived. But sense i have you both i will strike you down here and now.” “over my dead body king Hong-joong.” Lily fought with hong-joong while wooyoung was treating his wounds. Both of them were panting when she saw her family sword making hong-jong to look at it. “I see you still care for the sword, come and attack me if you deeply care for it, you know.”  “I will have it back and your head that I could put in my parents grave.”

Hong-jong knocks her down and she rolls dodging his attack then she gets up and about to strike him down until Seonghwa puts yeosang in front as a shield making her stop. “That’s low, using yeosang as a shield let him go now he has nothing to do with this.” “Yes, he did.  He gave you the map of each village that my guards were going to be in but I gave you guys a chance to leave but if I see you guys I’ll be waiting for you both in the guard of orange lilies." Wooyoung helped you sing to cut his ropes and apologize. “Sorry, you sang about all of this, it was my idea.” “It's nobody's fault but mine, I decided to help you guys. Are you guys.” “we are not going to leave, when i am done avenging my parents death than we leave.” Yepsang looked at them and said, “Count me in.” Lily nodded and helped him up. All she could think of was that she had hong-joong in front of her and didn’t get a chance to kill him. She turned to see Yeosang and Wooyoung sleeping peacefully, she rode back to her parent’s grave and looked. “I had him in front of me, and I didn't get a chance to kill his mom and dad. How much I miss you guys. But we found another person who doesn’t like the king.”

she felt the wind blowing if like her parents were talking to her, she smiled like she understood than said. “We won’t rest, the three of us stop him for his crimes.” the wind still blew than clean up their graves, fixing them when she saw sunrise she rodeback seeing wooyoung and yeosang packing, smiling and talking after wooyoung saw her eyes. “How long is it that you haven’t had a decent sleep lily. Please rest up a bit.” “I want to but I can't waste time. But you are right, I should.”  wooyoung and yeosang bought some food and refilling their jug of water making sure they have everything ready for the final battle. “So Yeosang, what made you join us?”  “i was a lonely boy in that town, no one would talk to me because i was a black smith son and telling me i was weird because i wanted to study medicine.” “I hope this journey helps you. And consider us as friends and don’t be afraid to use our stuff as well.”

Yeosang nodded and smiled at him after a while Lily still hadn't woken up yet, making them eat dinner and saving her some after she smelt the food she fixed her hair and both men waved. “Rise and shine sleeping beatuy here some dinner and wine.” “Wine, how did  you manage that?” “Yeosang made friends with the bar girl.” Yeosang nodded, three friends laughed and ate, then saw the map. “If we use this trail we will reach town but that’s not our motive.” “we could use this hong-jong said if he sees one of us, he will let his guards or him to hunt us down, leading him to the garden.” “I will be the decoy. I will lead him and Seonghwa.” they all nodded, wooyoung put yeosang behind him and rode close to lily making them sing songs making them up as they went. As soon as they reached the town, guards were everywhere, wanting signs of the three. “We gotta be low, guess we have a bounty on our heads, I say to dress as one of them.” “You are mad, are you sure this will work?”

Lily smiled and got down then ran as fast as she could, killing one of the guards and changing into his outfit which it reek of but it would have to do. “I feel weird wearing my enemy colors and logo, but this is for everyone we know.” “I know we will be waiting for you okay. Just come back to me please.” Lily kissed him and yeosang looked. “They're lining the soldiers up, go lily this is your chance.” Seonghwa looked at the mens and said, “next round starts, you guys are free to take a break. You are there, eating some food, you look thin.” Lily nodded and walked to the castle seeing all of the guards laughing being men then she saw hong-joong training. “Very good my lord you are ready to slay that girl. Guess we have a special guest.” “u need something?” Lily looked and said  “my captain Seonghwa told me to eat some food, i lost my way.” “The knight quarters are around the corner.” 

Lily turned her heel and walked but not a moment too soon hong jong came by grabbing an apple and water. “Say your new lad.” “Yes, my name is Leon, I am here to serve you until the end of my life.”  Hong-jong nodded and threw the apple on the floor  and served Leon water. “Here a toast.” “thank you sire. But never let your guard down. I see you King hong-joong because I am Lilith, the village girl that  you burn everyone she knows and cut her parents head off.” Lily knocked him down and ran faster than putting her helmet on making hong-jong to shout. “Stop her before she escapes.” “why hong-joong?” “that Leon guy is lily, she’s posting as one of the knights.'' Wooyoung waited and saw her, then she climbed up and removed her helmet. “ Come and get us King Hong-Joon in the garden of orange lilies. We will be waiting!” “you men with me now! Is time to claim victory and for me to be free from this worst nightmare.” Lily rode her horse without saying a word after she got off and walked towers the forest  then she fell to her knees and cried making wooyoung and yeo sang their friend to hug her.  “Don’t stop now, save your tears until the end, wooyoung told me what happened and I am here for you guys count on me.” “your right Yeosang, this is the end, no matter what happens to us if he kills us three i will go up there to meet my parents and spend my entire life in heaven with you guys.'' They all hugged and trained a bit, then heard Hong-joong and Seonghwa horse neigh. “Finally it comes to this, you are ready to die.” “Your nothing but talk, we'll settle this with our swords.” “I will take WooYoung and when i am done Yeosang is next.” “Very well, I take Lily.” Hong-joong remove his cape and pull out his sword and got into his fighting stance including Lily both of them started to attack each other. Seonghwa and WooYoung walked around being careful with their movements. “You should've been one of our knights. You're not half bad as they say with a little more training. That is ""i never liked your king idles and never well even if he rotted down the ground.” Seonghwa charged, making wooyoung to block his attack. Hong-joong was panting looking at Lily wiping his sweat. “For a village girl, you know how to wield a sword. This will be your last day to enjoy it.” “not mine but yours.” Lily charged by making hong-jong to kick her, making her look. Seonghwa took the advantage until Yeosang threw rocks at Seong Hwa and Hong-jong, making SeongHwa block it with his shield and knocking Yeosang down. “Little brat, I should have killed you.” Wooyoung block the attack with his left arm, than stab Seonghwa in the stomach. “lesson one, never let your guard down Seonghwa.”

Wooyoung got up and looked at Seonghwa. “Not bad wooyoung not bad at all. But I won’t give up here.” “Come at me then.” Seonghwa growled as wooyoung broke his sword in half making Seonghwa moral fall. “Good job Woo, now finish him off.” “Get up Seonghwa! Show him the power of the dark knight.” Wooyoung looked at Seonghwa panting and said “I am sorry, my king.. I failed you.” Hong-jong looked and pushed wooyoung away and said “Seonghwa, open your eyes, come on friend. I will kill you WooYoung!” Lily stepped in and attacked him non stop while Yeosang was healing wooyoung with his concoct  skills. “I will avenge Seonghwa, you guys are nothing but simple villagers that know nothing!” “Now you know how we feel when we lose everyone! DIE KING HONG-JOONG! Lily stabbed him holding his shoulder, then felt another stab after he was on his knees looking at Lily. “any last words your highness.” “go to the depths of hell Lilith.” Lily chopped his head off looking at his body and said. “Lilith died a long time ago, now I am Lily. is over mom and dad we both avenge u, thank you for guiding me and never leaving me alone.” Wooyoung, Yeosang went over to Lily and smiled. “Is over, finally everyone could relax the dead ones and alive ones” “Yes finally, I wanted to deliver his head to my parents grave, but it could stay here as the soil will consume their bodies. This was their grave in the garden of orange lilies.” 

As our young three travelers got their vengeance they rode somewhere to the coast near by the sea away from everything that brings them bad memories, since the king passing the villagers of utopia were happy and free from the grasp of King Hong-Joong. In the end Lily and wooyoung got married,  Yeosang being wooyoung best man as days pass by Yeosang got better in his concoct skills being the best apothecary in town, wooyoung teaching his son to use a sword, while their daughter helping her mother out. All were happy and living the life that they deserve…

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MASTERLIST

featuring: stray kids, ateez, xikers, seventeen, my hero academia, dune, ultraman rising, star wars.

personal favourites: ✨

STRAY KIDS series: beneath a crimson sky masterlist (ot8!skz x reader) fics: maniac: ot8!skz x reader ✨ headcanons: skz taking care of you when you're sick (old, read at your own risk) han boyfriend headcanons (old, read at your own risk) chan cuddling headcanons (old, read at your own risk) changbin in winter headcanons skz playing mario wonder (very crackhead-y) ✨ ficlets: cuddling chan and lino artist!han flirting in paris (parizz) with bang chan ✨ making up after an arguement with lino playfighting with changbin but with a twist cover me x medieval au seungmin ✨

ATEEZ fics: second chance: jeong yunho x reader ✨ warriors: choi san x reader ✨ headcanons: friends to lovers with yungi - pt. 1 friends to lovers with yungi when they argue - pt. 2 rambles: predebut ateez ramble

XIKERS ficlets: watching a scary movie with seeun cuddling jinsik sumin sofa ambush cuddle ramble thing (i'm bad at titles ok)

SEVENTEEN ficlets: seungcheol hard thoughts seungcheol soft aftercare fics: stray: lee dokyeom x reader ✨

MY HERO ACADEMIA fics: coming soon! - teaser

DUNE fics: upon the sands of the arena: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 1 ✨ within the storms of giedi prime: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 2 epilogue: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 3 atonement: feyd-rautha x reader who's afraid of little old me?: feyd-rautha x reader ✨ headcanons: atonement universe headcanons - pt. 2 of atonement but can be read standalone

ULTRAMAN: RISING ficlets: ken sato hard thoughts fics: coming soon

STAR WARS fics: took you long enough: kit fisto x reader ✨ burn: darth maul x reader mi amor: poe dameron x reader the hunter and the culinarian: darth maul x reader ✨ cyar'ika: din djarin x reader stay with me: din djarin x reader sober: din djarin x reader you're not the only one: din djarin x reader his song has been written: din djarin x reader (din x reader but it's a tribute to paz)

all my works are purely fictional and not representative of anyone mentioned do not repost or plagarise, but likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed :))

[astraldynastykrp]

【 𝕬 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗. 】

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ,

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ’s ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ?

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏᴛʜꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ.

ᴛᴏ ᴏʙᴇʏ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜ.

ʟᴏɴɢ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ, 【 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖑. 】

⚜ Astral Dynasty is a 19+ Mewe roleplay with a ⚜Futuristic, Medieval yet Sci-Fi theme in an alternative world where kingdoms still exist. The roleplay itself carries a plot that develops along with the community and its’ members. ⚜ As a result we are an Original Characters only with semi literacy as a basis. However, weekly and monthly events will always take place both to engage interaction and support development.

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Check out this sixth submission by Topaz for our See u on the flip side event

𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓

⚖️For the See U on the Flip Side Event, prompt chosen: True hates kiss

⚖️Pairing: Rogue! Kim Hongjoong x Holy Knight! Reader (f) x King! Jongho

⚖️Genre: angst (happy ending!)

⚖️Trope: the reverse of true love's kiss!, e2l, unrequited love

⚖️Au: Medieval au, fantasy au, rogue au, holy knight au, hanahaki disease

⚖️Word Count: 6,648

⚖️Rating: 18+, MDNI

⚖️Warnings: mentions of throwing up, blood, sword fighting, death, battle, war

⚖️Summary: when you're cursed with the hanahaki curse, your only discourse is to search out King Jongho and to get a kiss from him to cure yourself. But when a certain master of spies sticks his nose in your business, life is suddenly a lot more harder

The fire cracked and you jumped as the not-so-dry wood caught fire in the wise woman’s hut. You had not declined her offer of blackberry and mint tea but you were beginning to regret it as your nerves got the best of you. 

Only an hour ago you had hacked up flower petals and blood.

“Now, tell me about this problem you say you have,” the wise woman prompted you as she sat heavily on her rocking chair after placing down the prepared tea. 

You reached into your breastplate and pulled a sealed envelope out. You pulled your knife from your boot and cut through the wax that you had applied yourself. You spilled the contents on the table between you and the wise woman. 

“What does it mean when you throw up flower petals?” You offered.

The wise woman picked up one petal and popped it into her. “It tastes bitter.” She raised one to her nose and smelled it. “Primrose, I believe.” The wise woman looked at you with certainty. “You have the Hanahaki Curse.”

“...pardon me?”

The wise woman pushed your cup of tea further to your side, the clay scraping against the well-worn wood. She drank deeply of her own before answering. “You are dying. A kiss will break the curse. And only you know who will break it. I can’t tell you; it’s your heart that needs mending.”

You stand up, putting down the untouched tea. “Thank you.” You tossed the wise woman’s fee to the table. “I trust you’ll tell no one about this?”

The wise woman mimed locking her lips with a key and throwing it away. “Of course.”

You walked back to the castle that you were in charge of, wondering how the hell you got here. 

You raised your hand in greeting to the guards at the castle’s gates and they let you in. You curt nods were all they needed in acknowledgement before they went back to their duties. It was not their place to ask the captain of the guard where they had gone. 

Your head was in a daze as you walked through the castle listlessly. The only good thing about your King going to war was that there was no one to question your current state. Your king had taken practically every able-bodied soldier with him to invade the country that had taken a precious artifact that belonged to your kingdom and left behind the bare minimum.

You had been hurt and angry when Jongho had told you that he was leaving you behind. The shame ran through you like hot lava through your veins. You were the captain of the guard; it was your job to keep the King alive and safe. To leave you behind from his war was an insult that was beyond resolving. 

Jongho’s face informed you that there was no arguing, even though he tried to insist that he could only trust you to keep his throne safe. All the while, Hongjoong was across the round council’s table, hiding his grin with a hand. 

“But you’re taking him, aren’t you?” you accused.

Jongho ran a gauntlet through his hair in frustration. “Hongjoong will be travelling back and forth between you and I, to keep the information secure.”

Your hatred for Hongjoong went from a steady fire to a raging bonfire. 

In your life, Hongjoong always won where you lost. As children, you followed the rules and somehow got scolded while Hongjoong created discord and was beloved. You couldn't even have your moment of triumph by being knighted as Jongho’s captain of the guard; Hongjoong had been given the role of master of spies at the same time. You were dedicated to Jongho, sword and heart, but the king had chosen Hongjoong to warm his bed and not you. Hongjoong was the bane of your existence. 

“You’re not one to get your head in the clouds, what’s happened to you?”

You jump a foot in the air as you come back to reality. Your feet had taken you to your office and Hongjoong was sitting behind your desk, running one of his daggers underneath his finger nail. 

“Get out of my chair,” You snarled immediately.

The last thing you needed was the man you despised to see you at your lowest moment.

Hongjoong gave you a long look. “Something bad by the sounds of it.”

You slapped his boots off your desk. “Your very presence puts me in a bad mood. Now get the fuck out of my chair or I’ll haul you out of it myself.”

Hongjoong fluidly rolled out of your chair and danced around your desk. Lithe, graceful fucking rogue. You hated him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Captain.”

You rolled your head, cracking your neck menacingly. “Do you have anything to report to me or did you come back just to get under my skin?”

Hongjoong’s eyes are dark and inquisitive on you. “Do you have something to report back to me first?”

Your arm came down and you swiped the entire contents of your desk onto the floor in a rage. You roared so loud that your lieutenant came to check on you. Your shoulders were heaving with your heavy breathing. 

“It’s nothing, lieutenant.” Hongjoong dismissed your underling and firmly closed the door on her very-confused face. “Captain, you can’t let anyone see you like this. You are their leader and the one in charge of the King’s throne and crown.”

You threw an accusing finger in Hongjong’s direction. “Get out of my office. You are the cause of all this.”

Hongjoong tilted his head curiously. “This must have to do with our fair King, methinks.”

You tiredly sit on your desk and bury your head in your hands. “Hongjoong, this is not up for discussion. I don’t care if you get off on it or not, I’m not in the mood tonight. I am not above personally escorting you out of here.” 

“You’d have to catch me first.” You could hear the grin in his voice. You wanted to wring his neck. “I do love a good game of cat and mouse.”

You lowered your hands, if only to send a murderous glare at Hongjoong. “All is well with the castle. I’ve heard nothing of any rumblings about the nobles thinking they can do a better job than Jongho or I in governing the kingdom. They are eager to hear about the King’s progress, that is all.”

Hongjoong sat beside you on your desk. With his hands on either side of his hips, he tipped his head back to stare at the glass chandelier that Jongho had commissioned for your office when you had earned your position. “It is slow progress. The army is so big that travelling is taking us longer than originally anticipated. The King wondered if I couldn't snatch one of his favorite bottles of elderberry wine from the cellars.”

“Brilliant,” You replied tonelessly. “We’ve done our respective jobs. You can leave now. Enjoy wrapping your lips around Jongho’s--”

“What are those?” Hongjoong nudged a petal with his booted toe with a frown. “You despise flowers, they make you sneeze.”

Your eyes widen in alarm. “I’ve an admirer. Must be one of the noblemen. Goddess help me if it’s one of the guardswomen. That never ends well.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “Mmm, I think not. Your eyes tell it all, Captain. Nice lie though. Hoping that I would tell His Majesty and that he would do that cute pout he does when he needs to think things through?”

“I owe you nothing,” You insisted. 

You put some space between yourself and Hongjoong. Hongjoong didn’t allow you that much consideration, however. He followed close on your heels as you moved to the armorstand. “You might as well tell me. I know you know I have the means to figure it out for myself. Nothing escapes my notice.”

You removed your gloves first, then moved to the buckles at your ribs. “Oh, but wouldn’t you have so much fun discovering my dirty little secret, Hongjoong?” You mocked him. “Why would I take that away from you?”

“What dire news has acted as a thorn in your side?” Hongjoong posed, thumb and forefinger framing his chin. “You are often easy to anger but surely this is the worst I’ve seen you. And I’ve seen you witness me sneaking out of Jongho’s rooms on more than one occasion. Once, you even barged in on us hav--”

You pulled the knife from your boot and threw it across the room. Hongjoong leaned backwards, evading your knife easily. “If you do not shut your mouth, I will do it for you.”

Hongjoong smirked, pulling up one half of his lips upward. “Oh, the images in my head.”

How you managed to wretch your breastplate off, was beyond you, but next was your sword belt, and finally your shin guards. “I am going to my room now. And you will most certainly not be following me there.”

“But Captain, we barely finished our foreplay!” Hongjoong called after you. 

You opened the door to your bedroom connected to your office and slammed it behind you. You turned the lock with the key around your neck and sighed heavily. You needed to think in peace. You needed a strategy to break this curse. 

The wise woman said you would know who you needed to kiss in order to break this curse. There was only one man who you wished to kiss and that was Jongho. But that would mean you would have to abandon your post. You had to break your oaths and go against your king’s direct orders. But which meant more, your word or your life?

You found the peaked window and saw that the Goddess was hidden behind some clouds on this night. You couldn't even pray to your sworn God to seek guidance. If you broke your oaths, all the sacred powers that were bestowed upon you by the Goddess of the Moon would be gone. You would still be a knight but if your oaths were forsworn to your king, where would that take you? You would be losing your life either way. 

You bit down on your lip, hard, and resisted bellowing in frustration. Jongho would understand that your life was in danger. Your goddess would still want her most dedicated knight to live. You had no choice, you had to go hunt down Jongho and beg a kiss from him. Regardless of whether he returned your feelings or not, this was your life!

You began to undo your hair. You tugged the hairpins that held the braid from the crown of hair around your head. You would have to travel light if you were to travel as quickly as you could. You couldn't wear your armor or you’d be spotted immediately. 

You moved to the chest by the foot of your bed. There was old leather armor you could don. It would simply appear as if you were a mercenary travelling and looking for work. Your sword, Mist, would have to stay too. You sighed. Your current sword and shield had also been commissioned by Jongho. It bore your coat of arms, a lioness rearing on her hind feet, claws ready to attack her opponent. Yet, it had to be done.

You picked up Silver Light from your chest. The rainbow opal shone in the hilt of the bastard sword that used to be your weapon of choice. It was the sword you had dedicated to the Moon Goddess, swearing to be one of her holy knights. It was the sword that had the power to slay with the gentle light of the moon. It would be nice to remember who you were, instead of who you had become. 

A cloak of dappled grey sufficed for the remainder of your outfit. You grabbed a satchel to stow some bread, cheese and apples from the kitchens and then you were straight for the stables. Your trusty mare Siren neighed softly when you entered her stall. 

“We go on a quest, my dear,” You murmured to her. 

“Ah, a knight on a quest. What a picture perfect night to do so.”

You grabbed Siren’s reins before she reared. You smoothed a hand over her neck, whispering to calm her. You refused to acknowledge Hongjoong. You simply lifted the catch to the gate and swung up on Siren’s back. 

Hongjoong leaned against the doorframe of the stables. He tossed the same knife he had been cleaning his fingernails with, repeatedly catching the hilt of it as it twirled in the air. “Where are you going at this time of night, Captain?”

You continued to ignore the master of spies as you walked Siren out of the stables. You did stop ignoring him, however, when Hongjoong silently launched himself over Siren’s flanks and onto her back behind you.

“Captain, I can no longer let this mystery slide. This is beyond out of character for you. I’m starting to think there’s no whispers about a coup from the nobles because you yourself are the culprit.”

You pulled Siren’s reins gently to halt her. She snorted, clearly unimpressed that she was being stopped so shortly after her freedom was delivered. “Are you seriously besmirching my name right now because I refuse to acknowledge your presence?”

“What else am I to suspect when you’re sneaking out of the castle just as I come for my report.” Hongjoong’s voice sounded as if he was amused but his words were sharp. “If only the truth would set you free.”

“I would rather not report to the king that his master of spies hasn’t broken his neck from falling off a horse, so get off of Siren,” You said through gritted teeth.

“The only thing that would make you abandon your post is Jongho. I know exactly where he is, Captain. If you simply tell me what is going on, I’ll take you on a direct course to him.” Hongjoong let his offer dangle between the two of you. 

Fuck. Your life was hanging in the balance. You didn’t know how much time you had. Curse Hongjoong. 

You breathed in and out deeply. All that could be heard was the soft clomped as Siren walked down a postern gate that wasn’t guarded. It was a secret escape for the king in case he was in grave danger. “I threw up blood and flower petals this eve. The wise woman says I'm dying. I think only a kiss from Jongho will break it.”

“Ah,” was all that Hongjoong said. 

“You insufferable man,” You grumbled under your breath. “All that berating to get me to tell you what’s going on and all you have to say is ‘ah’?!”

Hongjoong chuckled behind you. “I apologize for that. I didn’t know it was truly so grave.”

You turned around to view Hongjoong. His gaze flitted around naturally, to keep an eye if anyone spotted the two of you. “Will you help me?”

“Of course I will.”

Your shoulders released tension there that you didn’t know you had been holding. “This will be a great source of entertainment for me. I want a front seat.”

You scoffed. Of course he was going back to jokes again. “I don’t care about your motives. This is my life on the line, Master Spy.”

“I know,” Hongjoong acknowledged that.

Travelling with your arch nemesis really wasn’t what you’d call an enjoyable time. Hongjoong constantly poked at you, prodded you, and laughed when you snapped at him. You made decent time, for two people on one horse. You, more than once, complained to Hongjoong about him not having his own horse but his reply was always “Why would I steal a horse when I get to be so close to you?” which was ludicrous but he stood by his statement.

It all came to a crescendo the first night you decided to pay for a room at an inn. Hongjoong had said you had done enough covert traveling, and that no one would spot the two of you for one night of comfort. More than happy to pay for a roof for Siren, you put up the few coins it would take and entered the inn with Hongjoong. 

You paid for two separate rooms but dined together. Blessedly, Hongjoong was silent as he filled himself with roast chicken and fresh bread. You ate heartily as well, tired of road fare. Then you went your separate ways to your respective rooms and you expected to get a good night's sleep.

What you hadn't expected was to get such a swell of feelings for Jongho. You missed him. It had been weeks since he had left with the army. You missed how he was such an anchor in your life. Jongho was solid, and not going anywhere, or so you thought. You thought you had wound yourself so closely in his life that you could never be separated. 

That’s when you felt the burning at the back of your throat and you rushed to the basin in your room that was supposed to be for your morning’s wash up. You threw up petals, your body convulsing to spew out your unrequited love incarnate. You coughed and shook, as your body rid itself of the flowers inside of you. By the time you were done, you felt weak. 

“Captain.” Hongjoong’s voice was coated with sympathy. He slipped into your room through your open window. 

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Go away,” You said hoarsely. 

Hongjoong’s hands felt cool to your warm skin. He pulled your hair back and tied it up. “You could have called for me.”

“I was a little busy,” You said mirthlessly. 

“Come on, let’s--” His eyes widened as you began to cough again. 

You couldn't help it. Your mind sent images of happy Hongjoong with happy Jongho. Those two were always so easily together. How was it that Hongjoong got what you had worked so hard for?

You spewed more petals and flowers into your basin. Your throat now felt like razer’s were brushing your insides. 

“Get…” You said hoarsely. “Don’t want you…” You coughed and grimaced, pulling a singular petal from your tongue. “...you shouldn’t see me like this.” 

You felt weak, you felt powerless and even worse, you felt heartbroken. And part of the equation was sending you worried looks. “Just go.”

Hongjoong shook his head, a look of determination on his face. “I’m gonna help you back to bed, first of all.” Hongjoong ducked under your arm and raised you up with a hand around your waist. 

“First?” You squawked. 

“Mhmm,” Hongjoong hummed. “Then you’re going to let me call for some cool water and I’m going to put a washcloth on your head.”

Hongjoong got you to bed. He sat you down and then swung your legs up. You fell back onto your pillow with an oof and Hongjoong giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they charge your room for the extra water.”

“Hong…” You coughed and the rogue froze at your door.

“I’ll be just a minute,” He said before slipping out your door. 

You couldn't fathom why he was doing this. Perhaps he appreciated what you did for Jongho and the kingdom. It certainly wasn’t a job that Hongjoong could, or wanted to, do. 

Hongjoong came back with a pitcher of cold water. He did exactly as he said, wetting the cloth and folding it carefully before placing it on your forehead. “There, was that so hard to accept?”

“Yes,” You barked.

“You know that all Jongho wishes is for us to be closer, to work seamlessly. Why are you so stubborn?” Hongjoong asked.

“Stubborn?” You struggled to sit up but it only took a firm hand on your shoulder from Hongjoong to keep you down. “You’re the one that pushes my buttons every chance you get.”

“If I didn’t provoke you, you’d literally pretend I wasn’t there,” Hongjoong insisted. 

You scoffed at his remark. How could you ever forget that the love of your life’s love of his life was in the room? You felt queasy and winced. 

“Alright, alright.” Hongjoong fussed, pulling a blanket over you. “Just sleep. I’ll stay here in case you have another episode.”

“You will not!” You insisted. 

Hongjoong laughed. “Right? What a waste of good coin. You should have told me you were going to be sick. I could have stayed in the same room with you.”

“I’d never willingly share a room with you, Hongjoong,” You grumbled. But your weariness from the curse tugged you into its embrace. 

Your eyes closed and you faded into the darkness of sleep. You didn’t even wake up, having a full night's sleep on a somewhat comfortable bed. The same couldn't have been said for Hongjoong when you woke up. 

You were on your side when the morning sunshine woke you up. You opened your eyes and saw Hongjoong’s sleeping face. He had fallen asleep, arms propped up on your bed but his body on the floor. He was snoring softly, his lips parted, the tips continuously turned upwards. He almost looked… softer, like this. Is this what Jongho felt appealing when he slept with Hongjoong?

You coughed and Hongjoong shook awake immediately. “I cleaned the basin out, do you need me to fetch it?”

“No, I’m fine,” You replied briskly. You got off the bed and stretched a little. You sent a look over your shoulder to Hongjoong, who was still sitting on the floor. “Why the hell did you stay here, anyways? You should have slept in the bed you paid for.”

Hongjoong smiled and stretched his arms above his head. “Jongho would have my head if I let the captain of his guard die under my watch.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily. “How chivalrous of you.”

“Besides, I said I’d help you,” Hongjoong added with a more solemn tone. 

“I…” You took the bite out of your tone. “Thank you.”

It was back to the road, riding and sleeping in shifts. Siren had taken a shine to Hongjoong, of course. You muttered that she was a traitor while she eagerly ate the pieces of apple Hongjoong cut up for her with his knife. She lipped at his upturned palm and he giggled at the feeling. Jongho wasn’t enough, he had to have the sympathies of your horse as well???

You heard a rumble of hooves. Hongjoong’s eyes met your own immediately. “I thought you said we were still a few days away from the army?”

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed. There wasn’t a cloud of dust, which explained that it was a much smaller party than the army. “We are. That’s not them.”

“I’ll scout. You stay here.” You couldn't argue with Hongjoong because with a susurration of the bushes, he was gone. 

You paced at Siren’s side, who mimicked your mood, plodding at the ground with one hoof. You rubbed her soft nose. “It’ll be fine.” When Siren whinnied at you, you frowned at her. “He will be fine. What is with you?”

Hongjoong was back just as quickly as he left. “They have no official uniforms but I overheard them. They are from the kingdom our fair king is invading. We have to wipe them out.”

Your stomach dipped at the thought of delaying reuniting with Jongho. But your honor and vows to the Moon Goddess wouldn’t let you back down. Anything to ensure Jongho victory was in your best interest. 

“I agree,” You said. You strapped your sword to your back and swung up on Siren’s back. 

Hongjoong grabbed a hold of Siren’s reins as he approached. Your damn treacherous horse nudged his body with her head, as if she was checking his body for any harm. “I’m okay, girl,” he reassured her. 

“How…” You purse your lips but continue your sentence. “How would you like to do this?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows rose in surprise but rolled with your punches. “If you let me get in place, I could have an immense advantage with a sneak attack. Then when all hell lets loose, you can come charging in like the knight that you are.”

“I’ll wait for your chaotic signal then,” You reluctantly agreed.

Hongjoong flashed you a confident grin. “Try not to stare at my ass while you fight. It’s very distracting, I hear.”

You nudged Siren’s flanks with your feet, but it didn’t take much to encourage her to follow Hongjoong. He brought you as close as he dared and then signaled for you to halt. You couldn't get close with Siren otherwise that would give your position away. So you had to wait, without any visuals. 

The seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as you waited for some kind of signal that you could push forward and fight. The silence was torturous, until you heard a call for arms and knew this was it.You charged through the brush, into the opening where the opposing army had settled. A quick scan of the battlefield showed that they were a guerilla group, small for secrecy and travel. Hongjoong had already taken down quite a few, you observed. There were many that laid with their throats slit. Hongjoong was ducking and dodging amongst the other warriors in the merry band. 

With a wordless roar, you drew your sword and swiped at the men that you ran by. You took a few down before jumping off of Siren and started fighting sword to sword. You had an advantage on Siren but you would never risk her life. 

Hongjoong flitted around you, nipping at the hoard that had surrounded you. Your broadsword did its work, as your body fell into the motions of the different moves you had learned. Metal against metal screamed, but still you took down each man or woman that dared approach you. 

Hongjoong threw dirt, cackled when someone coughed when his hand to hand combat caught someone directly in the throat, and stomped on toes to throw off his foe. He was such a dirty fighter. The longer he danced around you, tightening the circle around you, and eliminating your foe, the more you grew angry. He was the epitome of what you despised. 

But you were tiring and you needed your ‘oh fuck’ power. “Hongjoong!”

The rogue had two seconds to guess why you were raising your sword above you and not fighting anymore. He closed his eyes, speaking highly of the trust he laid in you and then you began your prayer.

“Holy Mother, Queen of the night, and ruler of the darkness. Bestow your power upon me!”

The pommel of your sword shone with the brightness of the moon and blinded the majority of the soldiers around you. Once your sword was imbued with the power of your goddess, it was over. Your eyes lit with the eerie blue of a cold moon. You cut down anyone in your path and you did it with fierce justice. How dare these men come from behind your beloved king?

“Justice will find you even in the night of a hidden moon.” Your mouth formed the words but your heart fluttered. The goddess was using you as a vessel!

When all there were left were corpses on the ground, you sheath your sword. The light faded from your eyes and from the opal on your pommel. Hongjoong’s mouth was on the floor and he had to snap it shut. 

“I didn’t know you could do that!” He said, awe still shining from his eyes.

“You know I’m a sworn holy knight, Hongjoong,” You said with scorn.

“I know but it’s usually just a bunch of--” Hongjoong shook his head. “You’re a Moon Maiden.”

You scoffed at him. “A Moon Witch. Hongjoong. A maiden is one of our sisters who is still untried in battle.”

Hongjoong batted his eyelashes. “And in bed?”

“Virginity holds no importance in our order. Such a man thing to say.” You shook your head and whistled for Siren.

Your horse came galloping from the foliage and whinnied when she came to your side. Then she snorted on Hongjoong, causing his hair to get pushed back with the gust of air. It seemed not all your anger had been dispelled in the fight. You grabbed Siren’s reins rather harshly and tugged her to you before Hongjoong could pat her forelocks. 

“Let's get going. If we can let Jongho know we stopped an attack from behind, that might give him an advantage,” You said gruffly. 

“I…” Hongjoong let the hand he had raised to pet Siren fall lamely. “You’re right. That’s exactly what we should do.”

The last leg of your journey was strained with tension, to say the least. The closer you got to Jongho, the heavier your episodes became. You got extremely terse with Hongjoong, and eventually that mocking smile snapped as well. The gentle man from the inn was gone. You refused his help so many times that he no longer offered. It all came to a boil the night before you were set to arrive at Jongho’s encampment. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so eager to receive a kiss from a man who doesn’t love you back,” Hongjoong grumbled under his breath as he tossed pieces of grass into your fire. 

You breathed in and out heavily in a gusty sigh. “Oh, I don’t know, Hongjoong, perhaps because it’s going to save my life?”

“How do you know?!” Hongjoong demanded, suddenly standing up. 

That caught you off guard. “The witch said I would know whose kiss would fix my curse. It’s obvious when my episodes occur when I’m thinking of Jongho. I have to receive a kiss from the man who I have unrequited love with.”

Hongjoong’s face twisted into judgemental disbelief. 

“What?” You prompted, standing up as well. 

“Even after the kiss, he’s still not going to love you! How is that going to break the curse?” Hongjoong challenged you. 

“I--” Your heart began to palpitate and you felt sick to your stomach. You hadn't thought about that. You had a magical curse but would the kiss have a magical ending. You hadn't actually wished for Jongho to love you after the kiss but…

You swallowed down what surely felt like some petals rising for you to vomit. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

Hongjoong looked like you had just slapped him in the face. “Excuse me? Not any of my business?! I told you I would help you. I’ve been with you this entire journey, helped you when you were sick, taken care of your horse--”

“Yes, well done, Hongjoong. You’ve wheedled your way further into my life. How brilliant of you. Even my horse adores you. How excited you must be that everyone around me loves YOU more,” You said with rage filling your voice.

Hongjoong’s mouth opened and closed, clear shock written across his face. “That’s not what I--why must you hate me with every fiber of your being?! It’s been like that since we were children. I’ve never done anything to--”

“You merely existing is the cause for my anger. You never have any regard for anyone. You simply live life how you prefer, regardless of who it hurts. You are sneaky, and conniving. You fight without honor and you break hearts without consideration! I despise you, Kim Hongjoong, and that will never change!” Your shoulders heaved with how heavy you were breathing from your anger zipping through you like a spark. 

Hongjoong threw his hood up and tipped his head so that his facial features were hidden. “Very well. I understand you explicitly. Once I’ve delivered you to Jongho, your life is your own. You won’t need my help any longer. I’ll take first watch. You sleep.”

The rogue slipped into the shadows surrounding your fire without a sound. Your chest felt hollow but you didn’t understand why. Shouldn’t you feel better after unloading like you just did? Hongjoong promised to leave you alone. You got what you wanted. You rubbed your chest. You decided to forget about it and go to sleep. So you rolled up in your cloak, and closed your eyes. 

The next morning was a quiet one. Hongjoong didn’t say a word to you, even when he woke you up for your shift of keeping watch. He didn’t even sit on Siren with you, opting to take her reins and guide her to Jongho’s camp. 

Hongjoong waved at the guards on the outskirts of the encampment but they simply waved back. Clearly they were used to seeing the master of spies travelling to and from their camp. He wound through several levels of security until finally Jongho’s grand tent came before you.

Your stomach twisted into anxiety. You weren’t even sure how you were going to explain to Jongho exactly what was going on. You knew that Jongho would never condemn you to die but he wasn’t big on physical affection. A kiss for the sake of a kiss wouldn’t appeal to him. Not to mention, you had to tell him the part about how you loved him.

But before you could get to Jongho’s tent, Hongjong suddenly changed direction and aimed Siren for another route. 

You leaned over Siren’s neck and hissed, “Hongjoong, what are you doing?!”

“We’re going to my tent.”

Your face heated up at such a comment. “Why?!”

Hongjoong remained silent. You almost scrambled off Siren’s back as a form of rebellion but it took no time at all to get to the rogue’s tent. By then, Hongjoong had tied off Siren’s reins and then reached up to bring you down off her back. His hands on your waist burned through where they touched. And even once your feet hit the ground, the man didn’t let you go.

“Hongjoong, what is going on?”

“I have to do this before you kiss Jongho.” Hongjoong’s voice was husky and it made your stomach dip.

“Do what?”

Hongjoong’s lips twisted into a bittersweet smile. “Just don’t punch me too hard afterwards, okay? I have a delicate stomach.”

Before you could ask once again what the hell was going on, Hongjoong tilted your head towards him with his thumb under your jaw and his hand curling around your neck, and kissed you. 

Your lips tingled and you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes. Why did this feel so right? You hated Hongjoong… right?

Hongjoong broke the kiss and then wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Don’t cry, love,” he said, even though tears were streaming down his face as well. “Well, it was worth a try--” 

The both of you let out a strangled yell of surprise as a whirlwind of primroses and petals swirled around you. Hongjoong held you close to his body, arms wrapped around in a protective stance. You swallowed but your throat was tight with emotion and you were pretty sure it wasn’t rage. Before you could wonder what was going on, the whirlwind was gone and so were the petals. 

Hongjoong suddenly grabbed your head between both his hands and demanded, “Quick, think about Jongho.”

You pursed your lips. “I don’t feel like throwing up, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong let out a noise of exasperation. “Just do it!”

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes. You thought of the gummy smile your king always greeted you with when you entered the council room. You felt wistful and… you didn’t throw up. Your eyes widened in surprise. 

Hongjoong let out a whoop of celebration. “We did it! We did it!!!”

You took off your gloves from one hand and brought your fingertips to your lip. It was Hongjoong’s kiss that you needed the entire time?

“How?” You said in disbelief.

“I love you,” Hongjoong admitted simply. 

You shook your head in confusion. “What?”

Hongjoong avoided your gaze suddenly. “I’ve loved you since we were kids. But you always had eyes for Jongho. And despite what you believe, whatever I did, was to get your attention. Also, Jongho came to me first. I wasn’t against it but I thought it might prompt you to finally see that I was the one for you but instead it only made you resent me even more.”

You tried to back away, to put space between you and Hongjoong, in order to process what he was saying but the man was having none of that. “I was already at the castle before you saw the wise woman. I was on my way to your office when I saw you sneak out. I saw everything. But I came to a different conclusion. Kissing Jongho was never going to heal your curse from unrequited love. You needed someone to love you. It was true hate’s kiss, a kiss born from hatred turned to love. What better kind of kiss would break a curse like yours? I just didn’t think that you returned the feeling. Especially after last night.”

“I…I don’t--” Your throat closed in on itself. You couldn't say it. It would have been a lie and broken your honor.  

Hongjoong had that stupid smile that you absolutely hated; the one that said he knew what you were thinking. “You don’t have to say it outloud. I already know it’s true or your curse would not have been broken.”

You allowed yourself a moment of relief. You weren’t going to die. You didn’t have to cause discomfort to your king… speaking of such… “Oh no,” You covered your mouth in horror. “I’ve come all this way, abandoned my post, and for what? Nothing!!”

Hongjoong swung an arm around your shoulder and guided you to the opening of his tent. “I know a thing or two about keeping others hidden. You’ll just stay in my tent until I can sneak out again.”

You frowned. “I’m not staying in your tent, waiting for you to come back, like a handmaiden’s tiny court dog.”

Hongjoong’s smile only grew wider. “Do you bark, little doggy? Sit pretty for me and I’ll give you a treat.”

“I’m still armed, Hongjoong,” You reminded him dryly.

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgement. “Oh, we haven’t sparred in such a long time. Let me deliver this elderberry wine to our king and then we will enjoy some more foreplay after--oof” All the air left Hongjoong’s lungs as you punched him in the stomach. 

“I suppose I was due that,” Hongjoong said in a pain-filled voice.

You gripped Hongjoong’s chin. “You better be telling Jongho you’re no longer available for his bed,” You said in a low, threatening tone. 

Hongjoong’s smile through the pain was almost beautiful. “Anything for you, beloved.”

You grimaced at the pet name. It was going to take a while to get used to that. You had a feeling that Hongjoong would be forever wiggling under your skin, looking to get a reaction out of you. But you knew that you secretly enjoyed the back and forth, be it words or with weapons. 

“Thank you,” You whispered suddenly.

Hongjoong’s eyes softened. “Anything for you, beloved,” he repeated, this time sounding more like he meant it. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you abruptly let go of Hongjoong. You raised your still ungloved hand to your cheek. Was your skin hot? What was this feeling?

“Are you… blushing?” Hongjoong asked in astonishment.

“Shut up, Hongjoong,” You snapped, turning away.

“Or you’ll do it for me?” Hongjoong teased, eyes dancing merrily, recalling your threat from when he had found you in your office. 

“You’d like that immensely, wouldn’t you,” You sighed. 

“If it puts your lips against mine again, why not?”

You may love Hongjoong now, but you were pretty sure you still hated him.

[hotteoki]

fic authors self rec!

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5) change of heart

i've wanted to write a medieval time fic for so long, and i finally achieved that thru this fic! i also think it's great that wooyoung was the member for this fic, because i thought it suited him quite well. i ranked it fifth because although it captured my main ideas and concepts, there were little bits that i deleted or just never wrote down into it because i didn't know how to include them :( maybe i'll do a little part 2 someday when i'm more experienced! i also never expected it to reach 300+ notes which i'm so glad about!!

4) instagram posts with bf ateez

i love the theme layout of this and i thought it was overall just such a cute concept! it brought me so much joy searching for ateez pics and it fuelled my delusions just a little too much... i'm so happy it's one of my more popular works as well! i give it fourth place because it's an smau and not a written work, which is what i personally prefer because it captures my ideas better

3) drunk bf ateez headcanons

my first ever ateez fic! this fic was so unserious and silly i love rereading it all the time. i also remember rewatching wanteez over and over again to write this fic and that brought me so much joy hehe. i give it fourth because it's not my best work but it's still pretty good!

2) bf skz treating your skzoo plush

this fic is so cute and absolutely adorable i adore it with my whole heart!!!! it's so utterly domestic and captures the slice of life genre really well, which is why i'm so proud of it. i honestly wish i could write fics as good as this again 😭😭😭 i might do a similar concept with aniteez and ateez soon...

1) playing with bf skz's hair

this fic has such a special place in my heart i'm not even joking. i spent so long writing it and it absolutely paid off when i reached 3k notes! i'm so proud of this fic and it's def all time my favourite. there's also a bit of nostalgia in this fic because i'm not as into skz as i was before :(