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*~500 Followers Fic: WaterPark Episode PT 2/Vignettes~*
A/N: Ignore me taking so long to get this out, AGAIN. I've been fighting to write for the past few weeks for no reason. That's a lie, it's because I wanna write things that are so far in my canon they'd make no sense if I did post them XD I was also consumed trying to finish my Halloween fic Word Count: 8K Warnings: They/She OC, headcanons on the sexuality of the characters Main Pairings: Malleus/Yuu/Jamil/Azul, Alluded-Riddle/Floyd, Jade/Trey, Leona/Ruggie, Cater/Idia, Vil/Rook, Sebek/Silver, Firstie Poly
Part 1
Now that Yuu was free from their duty of making sure the other students were checked into the park, they were able to meet up with the other first-years. They all sat huddled around, turning their lounge chairs into a circle as they planned out their day.
Yuu hummed, looking at the small map of the park Ace had managed to find, “Damn this park is big. There’s like forty slides in this place…”
Epel smirked, eyes roaming over the map and already planning out his route, “Ah’m gonna ride everythin’.”
Ortho had already scanned the map, making sure he noted every location of bathrooms and the park's first-aid station, “That could be detrimental to your health if you ride all forty in a span of our six-hour stay…”
“No pain, no gain.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, tucking his ears into the water cap he had pulled from his bag, “What are you trying to gain…?”
Leaping into Yuu’s lap, Grim smiled at the map while Yuu tucked his own ears into a water cap, “I'm gonna ride everything! And try all the food at every restaurant and stall! And-”
Yuu gripped Grim around his middle, holding him in the air and maneuvering him so that they could stare at the excited monster, “You will die. I need you to know this. If you do all that shit, you will die.”
Ace snickers, “Let him try. Maybe he’ll actually learn a lesson in gluttony for once.”
Deuce raised an eyebrow, glaring at the other Heartslabyul solider, “He’ll learn his lesson in death…?”
Huffing, Jack crossed his arms, “Alright, but seriously. Do we plan on sticking together for the day or are we splitting off until lunch?”
“Hmmm…” Yuu points to the largest slide closest to their rest area, “How about we all do this big slide together just to get used to the water temperature? And we can go on more rides together until we find other stuff we’d rather do. Because, Epel, I adore you. I’m not riding forty slides for you.”
“Fair.”
Deuce nods, “Sounds like a plan. We can still meet up for lunch and touch base, maybe go on more slides together.” He looked to his side, opening his mouth to ask Sebek if he had a slide he wanted to try only to see the serious expression on the half-fae’s face, “Sebek? You ok?”
“...” Sebek sighed, closing his eyes before looking to the side, “I don’t think I can spend much time with you all today…”
The others all whine a bit, even Yuu and Grim, asking Sebek why he couldn’t spend one day not directly attached to Malleus.
Yuu huffs, rolling her eyes, “I’m pretty sure Malleus asked you to just enjoy the park away from him today-”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about!”
Jack leaned closer to Sebek, his hand pressing to the other’s forehead with a worried expression, “Are you having a heat stroke.”
Ace quickly passed over his water bottle, “Here, have a sip.”
Sebek blushed, smacking both of his boyfriends’ hands away, “Enough! I’m concerned about Silver’s enjoyment in the park…”
…
The group as a whole looked over to another cluster of lounge chairs. Silver and Lilia were under an umbrella, Lilia applying a heavy layer of sunscreen to both himself and an already half-asleep Silver.
Sighing again, Sebek called the other’s attention, “Lilia-sama doesn’t do well in high heat nor direct sunlight. He was happy to come along even though he wouldn’t be able to do much. But, because Lilia isn’t able to enjoy the park, Silver doesn’t want to leave his father alone for the day. Plus…the sleeping…”
Epel groaned, seeming to finally make the connection, “Oh yeah…sleep disorders and water ain't a good mix to try…”
“I know we all planned on spending as much time together today as possible, but…I will most likely spend my time with Silver to make sure he can enjoy the park and not potentially drown.”
Yuu nods, “Fair and valid.” She smiles, slinging an arm around Sebek’s neck and ignoring the half-fae scowling at her, “So, the plan is to do the big slide together to break the ice so to speak. Then you can ask Silver if he wants to go on a few slides with us before we all start to break off until lunch.”
“...” Sebek huffed, “I like this plan.”
Floyd had instantly dragged Riddle toward the wave pool, a number of students already being swirled in the man-made current. The mer had been quick to assume his other form, his swimshorts snapping open from the inner seem to allow his tail minimal constriction, “Come on, Goldfishie! I wanna swim with you~!”
Riddle had agreed at first. He planned on swimming, riding the slides and simply enjoying this new experience. But as he walked deeper into the chilly water, his stomach started to roll. His reflection stared back at him as he had an embarrassing epiphany.
Swimming in a lazy circle, Floyd floated closer to a still Riddle, “Goldfishie~? Come deeper in the water, swimming in shallow water is annoying…”
“I can't swim.”
…
Floyd flipped himself over, his back in the water as he drifted to be in Riddle's line of sight. He almost asked if he was joking, only to see Riddle's cheeks flushed and brows creased in what Floyd coined his ‘thinking face’, “Wait are you serious?”
Riddle huffed, turning his head away, “I…I just realized…”
“How do you not know how to swim?”
“I never needed to learn!”
“You're seventeen?”
Riddle huffed and nearly stomped his foot, thankfully realizing it was a bad idea to do in thigh deep water, “Don't you judge me-”
A buzzer sounds, both Riddle and Floyd's attention being called to the far wall of the pool. Symbols eched into the wall start glowing, causing the waves to swell suddenly and easily sweep numerous others into the current and higher into the air. The wave hit Riddle hard, sending him tumbling back into the water as a prisoner with Floyd diving after him. Luckily, the waves calmed quickly, allowing Floyd to lift Riddle out of the water to take a desperate series of breaths.
Riddle hacked and coughed, hands gripping onto the clawed arms holding him up, “UNHAND ME, I'M GETTING OUT!”
Floyd cooed but still swam Riddle to the edge of the pool, letting him grip at the stone and pull himself out, “Aw~ poor Goldfishie…I really wanted to relax in the water with you though…” He thinks, looking at the map of the water park before smiling to Riddle, “I have an idea~!”
“Just help me out of this hell pool!”
Jade and Floyd quickly rushed off once their trio had found a comfortable spot to set as a rest space. Each twin having plans to find their respective Heartslabyul lover, leaving Azul to sit under the shade alone. And while he could enjoy the warm weather, maybe people watch or use his phone to review the past sales reports of the lounge. Instead, his eyes caught the bold numbers along a sign. For a few seconds he felt his brain stall once he fully understood what the numbers said. Now he sat on the lounge chair, staring unblinking at the price sign of a small ice cream stand.
Soon, Yuu walked up to Azul with a smile and holding something behind their back. They moved to speak only to stop at seeing the blank look on Azul's face, “Um…baby, you doing okay? Can you hear me-”
Azul reached out, grabbing Yuu by the underside of their swim top and yanking them down to his eye level, “ My pearl, what does that sign say?” He pointed across the way, his other hand leaving Yuu's top and gripping them by the face to make sure they were looking in the correct direction.
Yuu blinked, raising an eyebrow at the price “...Oh. Nice seeing park prices are the same even in other worlds.” They laughed lightly, smiling at Azul's expression.
“How are they getting away with charging $15 for a single scoop of ice cream?”
Giggling, Yuu leaned more into Azul's hand, “Maybe it's got gold leaf or diamonds in it.”
Azul growled lightly, turning Yuu's face to look at them directly, “You know very well that gold leaf costs basically nothing! Plus that diamond would have to be practically worthless in quality or size! Why even bother!?”
Yuu doesn't reply past making a kissy face to Azul, smiling when the second-year sighed and leaned forward to press their lips together.
Pulling away, Azul made the mental note to look more into the pricing practices for such parks, “Well, that blatant theft aside, how may I-why do you have a gun?”
Azul had finally taken notice of the brightly colored water rifle in Yuu's possession. While a water gun was clearly better than an actual gun, that didn't make him feel any safer.
Yuu smiles, holding the toy up and shaking it so that Azul could hear it was full, “I borrowed it from Vil.”
“Why does Vil have a gun?”
“Oh calm down, it's filled with sunscreen.” Yuu leaned over and pressed another kiss to Azul's cheek. Pulling away they pumped the water gun once, an ominous click sounding, “Now run.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Trey sighed, closing his eyes and adjusting his glasses, “Jade, I'm not getting in the water.”
Jade pouted heavily, a clear expression of disappointment so exaggerated it was almost believable, “Trey-san…so heartless, so cruel. To deny me the chance to swim with someone I hold so dear…boo…boohoo.”
Pointing to the shallower end of the pool, the few other mers and students keeping a wide distance from Jade, Trey spoke with a smile, “And the fact you've been bullying everyone who goes past the 6ft mark?”
“I'm not making anyone stay in the shallow end.” Jade fluttered his eyelashes, swimming in a small loop and having his tail flip in a teasing motion, “But if you were to…come in the water, I may be a bit friendly.”
“Jade, I'm not going to let you drown me a little just so you can give me CPR.”
Jade keeps his smile, but looks off to the side from Trey's eyes, “Oh, I could…never-”
“Do you want to come with me to the lazy river? Kalim told Cater that this park has a rather extensive one.”
“...” Jade huffed, glaring at the other students cowering on the other side of the pool, “I suppose…this pool isn't as entertaining as I had hoped.”
“Did you try the wave pool?”
“It was already packed when I looked…” sighing, Jade moves to pull himself from the waters, “Just give me a moment to change back into my human form. It takes a bit longer when wet-”
An arm loops around Jade’s waist, suddenly pulling him from the waters and over Trey's bare shoulder. The second year was stunned, eyes wide while Trey maneuvered him into a comfortable position for them both. Trey lets out a huff of air, his free hand picking up Jade’s slack tail before he starts to walk.
“Hm. Only a bit of my Unique Magic and you're pretty comfortable to carry. Are you eating enough?”
“How many children do you want?”
Trey's response was to laugh, leaving a flustered Jade’s question unanswered. An atmosphere that was easily switched once they reached the lazy river. It was as big as Cater said it was, multiple waterways and a number of functional manmade grottos to splash water onto those in the river. A few other students were in the current, but what gave them pause was Riddle and Floyd.
While Riddle was in one of the park's single-person inflatable tubes, Floyd was behind him, swimming at a breakneck pace to zip around the water. Riddle was screaming, struggling to keep a hold of the tube while demanding Floyd ‘STOP’.
Jade laughed, placing a hand over his mouth, “Oh, that looks delightful. Trey-san, we should try it.”
Trey kept his smile, gently tossing Jade into the shallow water and moving to grab his own tube, “Well, I guess this is what my day is gonna be…”
Leona had no plans to get in any type of water today. A fact that made Ruggie deflate, yet respect his wishes to not join him in exploring the park. And, sadly, instead of going with him, Cheka decided he wanted to stay with his dearly beloved uncle.
Sighing, Leona stretched himself on the lounge chair he had claimed as his own, the surrounding area completely empty since everyone knew to stay away from a sleeping lion.
Well…most everyone.
Leona groaned hearing Cheka perk up in excitement, his little tail whacking his uncle in the face from where he was sitting.
Cheka waved, smiling wide as he recognized the tall blonde walking over to their area, “Hi Mr.Vil! Hi! I haven't seen you in forever!”
Vil smiled from behind his shades, placing his bag in a chair beside Leona before he kneels to Cheka’s level. He quickly pulls out a bottle of sunscreen, pouring a bit of the liquid into his palm before he started to rub it onto Cheka’s cheeks, “Hello, Cheka. It's very nice to see you, too. You've grown much taller.”
Giggling, Cheka let Vil smooth the pleasant-smelling liquid onto his face and exposed arms, “Thank you, I ate all my veggies last month, even though they tasted bad. Do you and my uncle still kiss?”
Malleus, who had followed Vil and placed himself on Leona's other side, snorted. Catching the one-eyed glare the beastman threw his way, the fae prince simply laid on his front to sunbathe.
Vil sighed, opening the umbrella closest to their group before sitting in the shaded area, “No, Cheka. We don't do that anymore. We don't like each other like that now.”
Cheka hummed before nodding his head, as though Vil had delivered news from on high, “That's good. You shouldn’t kiss people you don't like…” He looked past Vil, climbing over his lap and sitting on Leona’s back to point directly in Malleus’s face, “Who’s this?”
Leona snickers, speaking before Malleus could, “A lizard.”
Cheka gasps loudly, staring at Malleus with a new sense of wonder, “Really! You’re a really big lizard! I like lizards! There’s a bunch around the castle in the middle of the day because it’s so sunny! They run really fast because I chase and roar and them like this- RAWR!!!”
…
Malleus blinks, the sound of Vil and Leona struggling to hold in their laughter as he stared into the beaming face of an innocent child. A child that just roared in his face, “...That was a very impressive roar for one of your size…”
“Thank you!” Cheka spread himself out on Leona’s back, his chin resting right between the older beastman’s ears, “I practiced.”
Walking the park was somehow the worst thing to ever happen to him. Not his overblot, not being nearly sucked dry of magic, not even being almost smooched to death by a very desperate ghost. But the combo of a blasting hot sun, open toed footwear, and the fact he was forced to use every braincell he had to take the ‘most camable shots’ of Cater taking his selfies, Idia wondered if the universe was getting back at him for attempting global genocide. He wondered if it had to be so cruel…
He knew he couldn't complain. He helped Cater with his blog a lot since they officially started dating; editing, getting him access to music for videos, taking photos with his freakish height stat.
A collection of yells, whooping, and splashes calls his attention. Idia grimaces at the group of students being launched into a pool from a slide. Loud extroverts, jovial casuals. A water park was such an attribute difference than his cozy room with his set up. Even under his coat, past the layers or sunscreen he put on before even leaving his room, Idia could feel his skin cells burning under the unforgiving sun.
Cater’s fiery curls and smile could only enchant him for so long. The fear, the dread building. He's seen the videos, people filming their trips on waterslides. The very fact Cater was using him as another POV camera for B-Roll only pointed to the fact his boyfriend was going to make him get on a slide at some point. He just hasn't said when or which.
Biting his lip, Idia made the choice to just bite the bullet and stop in his tracks, “Can the slide we go on please not be too high? Or have any crazy turns? I know you'll probably want different angles but, I really don't do well all wet and this jacket will only go from the weight of one byte to a kilobyte if I get dunked so-”
“Idia, what are you talking about?”
Cater had stopped, looking at Idia with a sense of mild bewilderment. He blinked, his phone still held up to capture the perfect angle for a selfie.
“Um…” Idia fidgets, looking to the side before pulling his phone out, tapping on it with quick fingers before his text-to-audio voice calls out, “I thought you’d want to go on a slide for ‘camable’ shots. I'm just begging it’s not too wild a slide…”
“...” Cater nearly topples over, bending forward and cackling so loud multiple people had turned and stared at the duo. Calming, Cater stepped closer to cup Idia’s chin and bringing him down to press their lips together. Pulling away he laughed again, “Idia, I’m not getting in the water. I spent two hours just on my hair for today. I’m not getting all messed up and going up a bunch of stairs for a single shot that might not look good. Maybe at the end of the day…but not anytime soon.”
Idia stuttered, being dragged behind Cater while the other junior raised his phone up to line his selfie back up.
“Now, come on. There’s an ivy wall somewhere in this park and I will find it…”
Leona groans, his brow twitching in annoyance as Cheka whined and pulled on his ears.
“Unca! Unca! UUUUUUUNCAAAAAAAAAA!”
Vil spoke up, turning the page of his book from under his parasol, “Leona, I believe your nephew requests your attention.”
“No? Really?” Leona let out a deep sigh, rolling over on the lounge chair and managing to catch the falling child with one arm, “What? It's been an hour.”
“Ouji-Tan! I wanna go play! Come play with me!” Cheka pouted, slapping his open palms against Leona's chest.
“Go play then…” Leona tried to roll back over, gently slipping Cheka to the pavement only to groan when Cheka started to yank at his hair.
“Noooooooooo! I wanna go in the water with Unca! Unca! Uncaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
Cheka had devolved into simply yelling, taking deep breaths before continuing to shout and tug at one of Leona's braids.
Malleus hummed, cracking an eye open to the scene only a foot away from him, “Beastmen child rearing is rather odd…”
Leona growled, pushing up from the lounge chair and scooping the child up in one fluid motion before he started to walk away from the lounge area. Cheka squirmed around, Leona piecing together that his nephew was not only bored but overheating. A quick dip was the easiest solution. Since the wave pool was out of the question and the normal pool was packed, all that was left was the lazy river.
He stood at the edge of the water, watching as a group of students floated closer. Rosehearts and Clover both lounging on innertubes, their respective Leeches circling around them in full forms.
Riddle perked up, seeing his fellow housewarden standing at the side of the river, “Ah! Leona, how can I-”
Leona barely moved, tossing Cheka into the air with his one arm and letting the child arch to splash into the water.
A moment of silence passed, the river group staring wide eyed as they watched a child disappear under the water. When Cheka doesn't resurface instantly, Trey called out to Leona concerned.
“Can he swim!?”
…
Leona glances down at the water, waiting silently while the two Heartslabyul students start panicking. Luckily, the bright orange ball at the bottom of the river started to swim up and break through the surface. Cheka paddled around making over exaggerated shivering sounds.
“It's cold!”
“Yeah, he knows.” Leona turned on his heel, the unspoken task of watching his nephew hung in the air as he walked away.
“Thanks for carrying the tube, Jack!”
“It's not even that heavy…”
Sebek scoffed under his breath, still mad the large tube had unbalanced him and made him fall, “It's ridiculous how big a four person tube is! Could this even fit in the slide!?”
Yuu hummed, looking at the large pipe of the slide beside them as they climbed the stairs to the top, “I would think so. Since that's kinda the whole point you know.”
Sebek had opened his mouth, either to actually respond or rise to Yuu's small jab, Jack didn't let him speak, “Why did you two want to ride this slide with us specifically? Didn't Ace and Deuce get in line before us since we had to wait for a four person tube?”
Epel mumbled, waving his boyfriend's question off as he and Yuu quickly raced up the stairs. At the top, positioning into the small pool before the mouth of the slide, the attendant looked…concerned when Yuu and Epel instructed them to sit on the opposite side of the tube from them.
Holding onto one of the handrails of the tube, the attendant gave both Jack and Sebek worried glances, “You um…you guys sure about this seating arrangement?”
“Just release us already, human!”
“Alright…your funeral…”
Only as he and Sebek descended into the mouth of the slide did Jack realize a few key things. One, physics was a subject he was decent at. Two, this slide had a large bulb filled with water half-way through after a drop. Three, he and Sebek were on one side of this tube and they both weighed much more than Epel and Yuu combined, “...Fuck.”
The resulting screams reached the three lounging juniors. Only Leona perked up at hearing the sudden increased intensity of the four very familiar voices before silence seemed to ring out.
Vil spoke, not looking up from his book, “Were those ours?”
“...Yep.”
“Were those ‘broken bone’ screams?”
Malleus hummed, tilting his head but not moving elseway, “I don't believe so…”
Vil turned the page of his book, grabbing his bottle of ice water to sip, “They're fine then…”
A few minutes later, Sebek and Jack had walked over still dripping wet. The two taller boys had Epel and Yuu over their respective shoulders. While Jack had sat Epel down beside Vil, the cackling freshman having to lean against his housewarden’s chair. Sebek dropped a laughing, sopping-wet Yuu onto Malleus’s back before walking away without a word.
Leona raised his head, looking at the two still laughing freshman, “What did you two even do?”
Yuu all but cried into Malleus’s hair from how loud they were laughing, “We…we did a flip…”
Lilia sighed, waving a hand in front of his face as he sat in the shallow water opening of the lazy river, “Such a fun place…it's a shame it has to be so hot…”
It was nearly lunchtime, so it was only right to gather his charges and make sure they all managed to have a meal before the food area was overwhelmed. Malleus was easy to find, a large black mass lounging around in the sun. The real challenge was finding Silver and Sebek. While he was happy that his boy wasn't stuck lazing around with him, he could only worry not able to find him In the water park.
Luckily, Lilia had ran into Kalim, the Asim hier carrying the youngest Savanna prince on his shoulders after somehow gaining responsibility for him. Kalim had gleefully told him where he last saw Silver and Sebek, and that they were most likely still there. Parting ways, Kalim had invited Lilia to join them in the children's area after lunch.
He didn't have to wait long, chuckling lightly at the two underclassmen floating in the river.
Silver was asleep, but safely floating on a tube in a comfortable position. Sebek floated behind him completely face down in the water, hands lazily resting on Silver's shoulders. Lilia walked deeper into the river, standing in the path of the two guards. Seeing how neither moved nor noticed him, he could only giggle a bit more.
“Oh, dear…well…I have no choice then…” clearing his throat, Lilia narrowed his eyes and yelled, “SILVER! SEBEK!”
Silver shot up, nearly headbutting Lilia only to fall face first into the water as the general dodged. At the same time, Sebek had jerked and flailed in the water. A cloud of bubbles broke through the water as he jolted upright and saluted.
“SIR!”
Silver stood up in the water after getting his bearings, saluting as well, “Sir!”
Lilia laughed, “I’m happy to see you boys are relaxing on this lovely day. Now come out of the water, it's almost time for lunch!”
Yuu walked around the park, taking in the sights and sounds. They had made a quick stop to where the teachers were all gathered, asking if what Azul had told them earlier that day was true or not. Crewel had been too excited to explain what the numerous advancements in potions and chemistry had done in only a few decades. Allowing rapid growth and processing plants to be used as natural filters in real time. Making such clean and non-chlorine filled waters that were safe for every species.
For nearly five minutes they were trapped in Crewel's too happy gaze before Sam had distracted him with a bottle of suspiciously already opened scotch. Trein had shooed them away while Crewel tried to yank the bottle out of Sam's hands, telling them to drink plenty of water and to get out of the sun when they could. So walking around the park it was, sipping on a blue raspberry slushie and seeing who they could find to bother.
They had to do a double take as they spotted a messy braided bun. Calling out his name they rushed over before they could lose him in the crowd.
Jamil turned, raising an eyebrow as his datemate ran over and stared at him in astonishment. He glanced over to the side, waiting for her to speak, but seeing how they weren't he tilted his head, “Yes?”
“Where the fuck have you been!? I don't think I've seen you since you checked in?”
“I've been enjoying the park, hayati. That was the whole point of the trip wasnt it?”
“Well…yeah. But I haven't seen you, in like…hours… are you good?”
Jamil smiles, raising a fist to his mouth to laugh before leaning over to peck Yuu on the cheek, “I'm fine. I really have been enjoying myself. This day turned out to be more relaxing than I thought it'd be.”
Yuu blushes from his kiss, PDA from Jamil was rare and treasured. They press their slushie to their cheek, “Kalim hasn't been…well, Kalim? His top stay on so far?”
“Don't know, I only saw him briefly in another lunch line. But, he seemed to be doing ok.”
“...” Yuu pressed the slushie to Jamil's neck, ignoring the viper hissing and trying to escape the cold touch, “Are you fucking dying of heat stroke? Who are you!?”
Taking the drink from Yuu's hand, Jamil glared, “That's cold. Yuu, this park was already vetted by the Asims; a second look is only more thorough than the first with Kalim’s family. Since Kalim, the heir, is here, no doubt they sent much more security detail than normal. Just because most of the other students can't see them doesn't mean they aren’t there. And lastly, Cheka is here. Kalim actually engages all his brain cells to keep children both entertained and safe in his care. He's literally more safe and functional than normal so long as Cheka remains attached to him”
He hands the drink back, taking the time to flick Yuu directly in the center of their forehead, ignoring their whining as he speaks, “I'm having fun, don't worry about me. Just be sure to reapply sunscreen.” Jamil hugs them, one-armed and brief before he turns to walk away.
Yuu mumbles under their breath, speaking around the straw of their icy, “I don't need sunscreen-”
Though it was mumbled, Jamil heard them and whipped around to sprint toward them. Yuu screamed, the shriek sliding into a burst of hysterical laughter as they ran from the vice warden.
Deuce hummed, brows creasing as he and Ruggie walked over the multi-colored stone bridge that led to a new area of the park, “Isn't this…trespassing?”
Ruggie snorted, looking over his shoulder at the Heartslabyul first year, “I mean, Kalim’s family bought the park for the day; we can go wherever we want.”
“Really…?”
Sighing, Ruggie pats deuce on the back as they walk through the brightly colored gate of the park's kiddie area, “Don't think too hard about it. Kalim sure didn't when he boltcut the locks off…”
Kalim had almost gleefully explained to anyone who asked how he had magiced up a pair of bolt cutters to break the chains and locks of the park's kiddie area. It was only logical in his mind, since he plucked Cheka from Riddle and Trey's care in the lazy river, he had to take the five-year-old to the age-appropriate area.
The park was big in its own right, and while the children's area was smaller it still had the size to hold a hundred or so people comfortably. The area was whimsical, water spouts shaped as various aquatic and tropical items. Bright colors of every hue at every corner, making it almost an eye strain to both Ruggie and Deuce.
Deuce oo-ed, looking around the space and laughing at a rotating fish that squirted water into the air, “This is a lot, but really cute. I can see how kids love it here…”
Ruggie snickered, looking over at Kalim, Cheka, and Lilia playing on the massive jungle gym and spraying each other with stationary water guns, “Money really buys a plethora of experiences. The kids back home would never believe this place, just from the amount of water alone.”
“Ah…water is scarce in your town?”
“Not so much ‘scarce’. But we have other ways of staying cool than using fresh clean water; that's for cooking and cleaning.”
Nodding, Deuce looked around the space, “I guess when you put it that way…a water park does feel like a waste. But it has been pretty fun, right, Bucchi-senpai? I've never been to one before so I've been trying to go on everything.”
Ruggie hummed, turning a wheel and then sputtering when a ring overhead turned in tandum and dropped water on his head, “Yeah, it's fun. Just really reminds me how many rich people I've been around. I've only gone on a few slides because I've been…a little overwhelmed.”
Deuce nodded, closing his eyes, “I know what you mean. The queendom doesn't get that hot and even when it did mom and I were able to cool down with just ice lollies. But, thinking about how valuable a resource water is for some people…a water park seems kinda wasteful.”
They both sigh, Ruggie muttering good naturally under his breath, “Rich people-”
A loud buzzer made both of them jump. Deuce was well aware of the wave pools buzzer, an auditory warning to the incoming currents. But looking around, neither could see what was coming. Only the gleeful squealing of Cheka makes them look up. The other three guests on the jungle gym all smiling and pointing upward. Deuce and Ruggie both look at the top of the gym, only now noticing the large bucket witht he park’s logo on it tipping over. The rush of water hit both boys hard and fast. Deuce was able to keep himself standing, sputtering and shaking his head to get the water out of his face. Ruggie wasn’t so lucky. The Savanaclaw boy having been knocked down and nearly waterboarded before the onslaught was over.
Ruggie coughs, sitting up and flicking his ears and brushing his hair out of his face, “This place is for the kids!?”
Cater tapped at his phone, screening through his photos and deleting ones that weren’t up to his standards immediately. Beside him, Idia was crouched before an electric keypad with his own phone connected to it via a cable. A few minutes passed before the previously red light turned green, a pleasant ding sounding as the door's lock disengaged, “Got it…”
Humming, Cater pockets his phone and holds the now unlocked door open for both of them, “Awesome, babes! That felt like it took longer than normal though…”
Idia shook his head, putting his phone back into his pocket as he followed Cater through the restricted area, “I was kinda impressed honestly; security was no real end-game event in difficulty, but it was pretty interesting how they structured it…” he smiled, his face looking smug, “Wanted to play with it a little…”
Cater snickered, bumping shoulders with the other third-year, “Bully.”
The two walk down the stone hallway, finally entering a large area of shallow waterways brimming with faintly glowing plants. The large foliage growing out of the troughs and interlocking under steel grate walkways. It was peaceful, the sound of water gently trickling through the park's systems. Small fireflies flew lazily through the air, repeatedly blinking as they went.
Ooh-ing, his phone already recording the area as he walked deeper into the room, “OM7, this place is amazing! The other influencers are gonna be #somadcraycraywithjel-layforcaycay!”
Idia sighed from his spot, inching away as a number of fireflies mistook his hair as a beacon, “Have I ever given you my opinion on your hashtags…?”
“Sorry~. Can't hear you over the sound of all the cute pictures I'm taking~.” Cater smiled, winking toward Idia as he held his phone high to take another 30 selfies in rapid succession. But, he blinks, his expression turning into one of surprise before he turned his phone camera toward Idia, “Babes, take your jacket off a bit?”
The other third-year instantly tried to hide in his jacket. Even fully covered he briefly brought his arms up to shield his chest from Cater’s focused eyes, “Why?”
“Ah. No, wait. Yeah, keep the jacket on; it's good since the background is so dull compared to you.” Cater moved around his shy boyfriend, the audible click of his camera going off only making Idia squirm more, “Don't move so much.”
“Why are you taking my picture…?” Idia blushed, trying to hide in his hair and hood as Cater teasingly pushed the phone directly into his face, “C-Cater!”
Cater chuckles, finally pulling away to look over the newest batch of photos while he twirls a strand of hair, “Sorry~. I couldn't help it. You look really good in this lighting…”
“...” Idia glared softly from behind his hair, “Don't post those…”
“Don't worry…” Cater leaned into Idia, pulling the other third-year down to whisper against his lips, “You know any pic of you is #MINE…”
Idia hair had flared for a brief moment, the electric blue overtaken by a soft bubblegum pink before it faded to his edges. He laughed nervously, looking away from Cater, “Wh-What kinda game plan are you even playing at…?”
“Well~...Since you were such a good sport today and helped me get all the Magicam shots I wanted. I thought we could chill out here, away from everyone else. Maybe makeout a little-”
“Yes, please.”
Waiting in lines was a factor Epel hadn't accounted for when he said he was going to get on every slide. He sighed, resting his palm against his face as he looked over the park from the tall walk up tower, the people below slowly growing smaller and smaller as he and Rook climbed higher.
“Monsieur Pom, the line is moving. Come along.”
Epel turned to Rook, walking behind the third-year, “Thanks for hold the tube for us, Rook. Those things get annoyingly heavy after a few hours…”
Rook chuckled, the two person tube looped over his shoulder, “It is no issue. I want to thank you for agreeing to ride this slide with me. Trey was my original target, but his beau would not allow him out of the river without him…”
“Yeah, the Leech twins are…really aggressive in the water Ah’m learning…” Epel had simply tried to ask Riddle if he had more sunscreen he had passed out among his dorm and where to find it. Deuce lost his tube, Ace needed an extra coating, and Epel honestly wanted a tube just to avoid Vil sniping him on the back of the neck with his ice cold sunscreen potion. He had barely walked into the lazy river before he was being round house slapped by a beefy eel tail.
“Ah…Oui. At least you landed further into the river and not on the pavement like moi…”
Epel turned to his senior, opening his mouth to make another comment only to stop and then hum, “Ah. Rook-senpai, hold still you have something on your back.”
“Oh?”
“Ah’ll get it.” Epel brushes at the center of Rook’s back, trying to remove the collection of spots that seemed to suddenly appear on his skin. But seeing they weren’t moved, Epel rubbed at the skin harder only to lean in, “What is on yur back…?”
Rook looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in an expression of surprise, “My back? I don’t remember laying down anywhere.”
“Yeah, It’s like a bunch of dots…wait.” Epel leaned in closer, squinting his eyes as he noticed even more darken speckles, “Are those…Are those freckles? You have freckles?” Epel leaned back in surprise, staring in almost horror at Rook’s back.
The third-year only laughs, tilting his head back, “Oh! Is that all? Yes, I freckle when in the sun too long these days. Though when I was younger you’d confuse me for one big freckle. The sun is a creature of wonder, life, and mystery. It’s light nourishes the soil and the flora, giving food to the beasts of man and the night. But its same light can set fire to the savana, burn and boil the skin of those who need it to survive.”
Epel could only stand and listen as Rook continued on and on about about the dangers of the sun while also waxing poetic about it. The longer Epel studied his senpai did he start to see more and more freckles along the third-year’s body. He mumbles under his breath, brows creasing as he thought aloud, “Wait, did you even put sunscreen on?”
Screaming in a more frantic frequency suddenly rings out. A two-person tube from above them flying far off course of the waterslide and sailing through the air until it landed with a massive splash into the wave pool. Epel nearly fell off as he slammed into the railing, screaming at the familiar two people who just flew off the slide, “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YA TWO!? ACE, DEUCE, AH’M TELLIN’ RIDDLE ABOUT THIS YOU FUCKIN’ DUMBASSES. YA COULDA DIED!”
Rook leans over a screaming Epel, smiling and waving to the two still shell shocked freshmen, “BEAUTIFUL FORM! 100 POINTS!”
Azul looked up as a shadow fell over him. Blocking out the sun stood a dripping Jamil, his fellow second-year staring down at him with his normal expression of unenthused, a bright red slushie in one hand. Azul had remained seated, silent as he gripped his cell phone and wrote down a few ideas on a clean napkin.
Looking to the side, Azul cleared his throat, moving his arm away as Jamil’s hair sent down three drops of water in quick succession, “Hello, dear. Did you need me for something?”
Jamil continues to stare, bringing his straw up to his mouth and slurping loudly. Tilting his head to the side and letting his hair drip across Azul’s still-clothed arm. He smirked, watching Azul cringing his arm to his chest. He decided to be kind, flipping his hair over his shoulder, “Have you been sitting here the whole day?”
“Not…the whole day. I moved after lunch. But, Jamil!” Azul had gripped Jamil by the arm, pulling the other sophomore onto the lunch table bench he held up the napkins, “Look at these calculations, this park is performing theft in broad daylight! The markup is absurd. A single slice of pizza and a bag of chips is almost $20!” Azul turned away, one hand tapping at his phone and the other writing more numbers along the napkins, “That's a single slice and a small bag of chips, not a drink. The pizza wasn’t even good. Could you imagine how much more I could make at the lounge with actual decent cuisine?”
Jamil raised an eyebrow, sipping his slushie before speaking, “I could imagine the riot that’ll break out once you even think of raising your prices. It may have been last year, but people still haven’t forgiven you for the whole ‘School-wide Slavery’ plot.”
Azul stopped tapping on his phone, turning to glare at Jamil’s blank-faced inquiry, “As I’ve told you all multiple times, it wasn’t slavery; everyone signed a legally binding contract that was fully explained and outlined to them. They knew what they were-Stop trying to drip water on me!”
Laughing, Jamil moves his hair back over his shoulder and away from dripping onto Azul’s arm, “You really don’t want to risk anyone seeing your true form that bad?”
“You know I’m…sensitive, about it…”
“Yuu says you look cute.”
“Yuu’s never seen me in my mer form, they’ve only seen what I looked like in overblot. And let’s not sit here and pretend Yuu is the authority on appearances. If I remember correctly, they saw your overblot form as very attractive-JAMIL! PLEASE GO DRY YOUR HAIR!”
Deuce blinked up at Ortho sitting on the pool's edge, “You don’t know how to swim?”
Ace floated behind Deuce, arms lazily waving around the water but he raised an eyebrow at the automation, “Can’t you just download how to do it?”
Deuce splashes him, glaring at the sputtering redhead, “Ace, that's rude!”
Ortho giggled, kicking his legs lightly in the water, “It’s not Deuce Spade. But, thank you. It’s not that I don’t know how to swim, I’m asking you to help me me figure out a way to swim.”
“Is there…a difference?”
Holding up a finger, Ortho stood up from the edge of the pool. Once he was sure the two other freshmen were watching him, he took a step over the edge and allowed himself to fall into the water. Ace and Deuce both stare as the still-shining blue flame sank lower and lower into the water until Ortho landed on the pool bottom. The robot tilting his head up and waving toward them.
“Oh…”
“Do… do we help him back up?”
“Deuce, what the fuck. How are we gonna-”
Trein looked at the teacher beside him. Crewel leaned back in his chair with his mouth hung open. He could only sneer as the bicolored man let out a loud, guttural snore. He plucked the empty bottle of scotch from the man's hands, recapping it and putting it back in his bag before looking over the rest of the faculty that came.
Oster was reclining in a lounge chair, a trifold in her hands to direct as much sunlight to herself as possible. An empty slushie cup half hidden under her chair with the actual drink poured into a deep margarita glass with a colorful paper umbrella in it.
Hui-Yan was covered head to toe, an ornate swim cover hiding all skin from view as she peacefully read under an umbrella. He at least thinks she's reading. She had on stylish shades, borrowed either from Crewel or Oster, that completely hid her eyes. And while she hadn't put her tablet down, he's also certain she hadn't actually moved…
Rohdri was doing…something. The stoic man had brought some compact contraption with him and he had been fiddling with it since they arrived at the park. He stood in his shorts, button-up short sleeve shirt, and a fisherman's hat, looking over the machine as it gave beeps. He would widen his eye a fraction of an inch every now and again, humming loudly and typing at his tablet.
Dubhghall was Seven knows where. What had started as him accompanying a few students that didn't meet the weight requirement for a ride, quickly turned into the massive teacher simply not returning to the teacher's table and running around the park as if he was a student himself.
And Vargas…
Trein's eyes trailed over, watching the shorter man drag Crowley away kicking and screaming. He laughed loudly, Sam locked under his other arm, stating that the ride he was taking them to would put hair on their chest. Crowley howled and wailed, ridiculous gold tipped claw rings digging into the pavement as he cried out he didn't WANT hair on his chest. Sam seemed to be resigned to his fate.
Looking back toward Crewel, he sighed. Even with Crowley's whining the other man hadn't woken up from his drunken stupor. Pulling out his phone, he could only frown at the text message his daughters had sent him. The both of them more than willing to cat sit Lucious for the day. At the image of his darling boy, tongue sticking out as he slept the day away belly up he could only sigh again.
“I miss my cat…”
Leona glared at his nephew, the five-year-old kicking and screaming on the ground after being told it was time to go home. Cheka was having far too much fun at the water park, not to mention the fact his uncle hadn't even gone on a single ride or swam in the water.
Rolling his eyes, Leona kneels down and scoops the wailing child under his arms, “Stop your yelping. We're leaving.”
“NOOOOOOOOO! UNCA! I DON'T WANNA LEAVE YET! YOU SAID WE'D PLAY IN THE WATER TODAY!” Cheka devolved back into simply screaming and flailing his arms around, climbing up Leona to clutch onto his back.
Leona stood still, glaring into the air as Cheka’s legs kicked against his collar and he screamed into his ears. The only time Cheka wasn’t screaming was when the five-year-old would lean over and try to sink his still dullish baby teeth into Leona’s ears.
Vil scoffed, his bag already packed and his sunhat back on, “Really? Are you going to just let him throw a tantrum?” Shaking his head, Vil leaned forward hands up to pluck Cheka from Leona’s shoulders, “Come here Cheka, you can ride back to the school with me-AH! MY HAIR, MY HAIR!”
Cheka didn’t detach from Leona’s ear as he gripped onto Vil’s hair and pulled at the locks, ruining his hairstyle and knocking his hat off of his head. Malleus even tried to help, if only to try to release Vil from the angry toddler’s hold. Instead, one of his horns were also gripped in a tiny hand.
Leona raises an eyebrow at Malleus, the large fae keeping bent over and doing his best to not move far from Cheka’s range, “You know damn well you can move out of his hold…”
Malleus looked away, pouting lightly but letting Cheka shake his head around from his horn, “I don’t wish to hurt him trying to remove him…”
“...” Only when Cheka takes a deep breath, unlatching from biting at Leona’s ear to let out another piercing scream, Leona speaks up, “FINE! FINE! Pick a damn ride and we’ll go on it!”
Cheka stopped screaming almost instantly, but kept his grip on both Vil and Malleus, “Really?”
“Yes. By the Seven, just stop your shrieking…”
Cheka spent only two seconds thinking over his choices before scrambling off of his uncle, tugging on his swim trunks as to say ‘Follow me’. Beaming and jumping up and down.
Leona stood under the bucket, glaring at the crowd of people all watching him with rapt attention. As the buzzer sounds, he closed his eyes feeling the rush of freezing cold water hitting him hard from the top of his head. It felt like a full minute before the water stops and he’s left soaking wet with a giggling Cheka still gripping onto his swim trunks.
Ruggie looked all too pleased with the current events, eyes just too low to be eye level, “Was the water nice?”
“Everyone get back on the fucking bus.”
“UNCA!”
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst wonderland#yuu oc#twst heartslabyul#twst savanaclaw#twst octavinelle#twst scarabia#twst pomefiore#twst ignihyde#twst diasomnia
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Imagine Mabel from gravity falls somehow required a favor from a horrifying looking monster in the forest and now Mabel have this smaller but cute version ( monster!child!mc )of this monster and weirdly enough it looks liked a dog
Mable would 100% do this and would beg grunkle stan to keep them XD
Mable x Pet Monster
Warning: Bad English probably
"NO MABLE! We are not spending our money on a candy bar that most likely won't have a ticket in!"
"You don't believe in the magic dipper! Come on!"
"No!"
"Fine! Then I will go get my own money!"
Mable says while she walks to the door of the gift shop and slams the door shut. She storms to the forest, kicking rocks, sticks, and anything kickable.
"Who do he think he is? Saying what we can spend our money on or not. He spent it on his dumb pen collection! Why can't I spent it on my own tbings!"
*whine*
Mable freezes where she is and looks toward the noise. She slowly goes to it and looks through the bushes. There, in front of her, is some creature in a net.
She inches closer and looks at the creature. It looks at her with fear. Mable feels horrible and starts to cut the net.
"You are gonna be ok, you will be ok."
When the next is fully cut, the creature stands at full height and looks down at Mable. Who just looks at the creature with stary eyes.
Creature: Not my Art!!!!!!
"LOOK AT YOU! YOU ARE SO FLUFFY!!!"
Mable says while hugging the creature. The creature looks down at her and makes small chitter sounds. Mable keeps talking before a noms come into view. They laugh when seeing Mable.
"You're brother is not here to portect you this time! We will make you our queen! Hahaha-"
The creature stands on all fours and roars. Scaring off the noms who don't even look back. Throwing Mable on its back and running through the forest. The whole time, Mable looks around amazed.
When they get to a clearing, the monster stops and ge tly puts Mable on the ground. Mable looks at the monster with star eyes and then screams in excitement.
The monster jerks back in surpsied and confusion. When Mable stops, she turns to the monster
"You are so awsome!!!! I am gonna name you shadow! I am gonna beg grunkle stam to keep ya!"
When Mable came home around 8pm, Stanly, Standford, and dipper were there looking for her.
They asked here where the hell she went.
Mable explained she found a new friend and pet.
She asked into the darkness for Shadow to come forward.
Stanly and dipper gasp and stand back in fear but standford looks amazed. Since he never seen this monster before.
Mable explained that they freed them from a net and they protected them from the norms.
Stanly argued with Mable about keeping this THING while standford and dipper take a closer look.
When standby realized he was losing the argument he just gave up.
He let's Mable keep the monster as a pet as long as she cleans up after it.
She doesn't, but it becomes part of the family.
#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls#dipper pines#mable pines#stanly pines#standford pines#mable x reader#monster reader#gravity falls love
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Not gonna lie I’m kinda confused if request are open at 5 or 6 XD Hope it’s ok if I send in mine in early
Oooh can I request yandere Monstrous Nightmare! Snotlout au please , with a deadly nadder reader please (female or gn is fine ^^) with reader rejecting him Cause their both different breed of dragon~
For prompt; 1.) "I'd burn this world and everything in it for you." 🐰
Oh I like this idea! Here's more Dragon Hybrid AU! Wasn't quite sure what to do so I just winged it.
Yandere! Monstrous Nightmare Hybrid! Snotlout Prompt 1
(FT. Deadly Nadder Hybrid! Darling)
"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Courting, Mentions of parenthood, Manipulation, Angst, Mentions of mate, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.
"Stop talking about this, I gave my answer!" You hiss towards the other hybrid. His eyes stare at you intensely in your nest. You swore you saw him frown.
"But don't Deadly Nadders want to mother? I-I know we can't breed but-" Snotlout stutters, flaring a bit in frustration. "We can take in other eggs! We can adopt!"
"What part of 'I don't want to pair with you' do you not get!?" You sigh. "I don't need anyone to warm my nest, I'm fine without you and your courting."
Snotlout and you were two different hybrids. Snotlout comes from a Monstrous Nightmare family, while you come from a Deadly Nadder family. There's a chance the two hybrids could breed. That doesn't mean you'd like to.
To you, Snotlout isn't your type. To Snotlout... you're everything he could've ever wanted. Ever since then he's tried to court you.
Monstrous Nightmares have always been known for being arrogant and vicious. Deadly Nadders are more known for vanity. Unfortunately... such vanity can attract unwanted mates.
"Just tell me why... give me a good reason why!" Snotlout whines for a moment, losing his tough behavior. "I just want to make you happy...."
"Is considering you an ally not enough?" You ask, tail curled around you as you sit in your nest.
"Don't you know what I'd do for you?" Snotlout growls softly, flames puffing out of his mouth. You can see a ghost of a grin as he leans closer to you. "I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."
You two stare each other down. Tension festers between you two as Snotlout winks. Even now he tries to court you like you're just going to fawn over him.
"You know I'm capable. I'm strong, you know that, don't you? I could keep you warm!" Snotlout coos.
"You would light my nest on fire. Please, Snotlout..." You sigh. "We just... aren't compatible."
"We can TRY!" Snotlout roars for a moment, stopping when he sees your frightened face. "... I refuse to take anyone else as my mate."
"Don't act like a child." You scold.
"I'm NOT a CHILD!" Snotlout roars again, this time you notice his scales catch fire. "You're being... stubborn."
"Let's... just talk about this another time-" You ask, feeling intimidated by the fire flaring off Snotlout.
"No no no!" Snotlout growls. "We'll resolve this... as couples and mating pairs do... okay?"
"Snotlout-" You warn.
"Oh don't worry, baby." Snotlout coos, the fire dying down as he steps in your nest. He ignores your warning growl.
"I'll take good care of you once we sort this out."
#yandere how to train your dragon#yandere httyd#yandere httyd dragon hybrid au#yandere monstrous nightmare snotlout#yandere snotlout
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Ok, hear me out. This is a kinda self indulgent request. How would Foul Legacy react to reader with bad circulation? Hands (and feet) that are freezing for seemingly no reason, even despite wearing socks/gloves. Except they’re not always freezing, and some days are colder than others, and others where it’s worryingly cold. Would FL just start trying to warm up reader, or something? (Oh, and bonus if the reader has anxiety of some kind and the bad circulation acts up even more on days that the anxiety is acting up)
(Hopefully this is understandable enough. It’s almost 3 in the morning and if I don’t hit send now I’m potentially going to chicken out of sending the prompt/requesting XD)
ahhh, i get what you mean dear, one of my relatives has REALLY bad circulation and i'm always surprised at how cold their hands are
Foul Legacy's first instinct is to hold your hands, immediately!! right now!! he lets out a small screech of surprise when you hold his face for the first time and your fingers are freezing, and that's coming from a monster who spent years in the Abyss itself. he lets out a concerned whine and carefully grabs your hands, examining them closely before he gives up and accepts that your circulation is simply awful, which he unfortunately can't do much about. so he does the next best thing and clasps your hands in his, squeezing them gently and letting out soft, warm breaths to try and raise their temperature with marginal success. if they're still icy after a few minutes he looks at you worriedly and whimpers, small grumbly chirps of resignation slipping from his fanged maw if you insist you're alright- he'll just have to get used to your chilled touch, then
however, there are days where it's... really bad. a combination of cold, dry weather and your nerves going haywire causes your body to essentially shut down, leaving you lethargic, anxious, and freezing cold all at once. Legacy peaks into your room with a soft croon, pushing the door open and walking over to your bed when he sees you shivering beneath the blankets. with a surprising amount of grace he hops onto the mattress so he can snuggle up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently purring until you shift and flip over to face him. the soft rumbles help calm your frazzled brain, Legacy's claws tucking in the blanket around you and holding your hands to help you warm up before he leans in and gives you a lick on the cheek, trilling mischievously. he doesn't need anything right now, other than to lie next to you and simply... exist. and he wants you to know that sometimes, using effort to just exist is okay, too
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#sorry it got a lil cheesy at the end#as someone who is also always nervous anything about the subject hits hard#but this was still sososo cute#he definitely goes to zhongli to source a pair of warm socks and gloves for you#bundles you up especially in the winter#it's not much but it'll help!!#short scenario#other's stuff#good evening :)#chit chat
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Chapter 22
oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿
I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests
“that dude’s so happy today. Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀
“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??
“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd
“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH
“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook
“JK come back, we were only teasing!” oh no he went away, jack come back
He is carrying the biggest pout on his lips, kicking the air with his feet in a constant rhythm. FUCK GO KISS HIS POUT AWAY
DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??
HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE
punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi
FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH
woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?
2seok pls 😭😭 them completely ignoring her, like parents talking about their kid
“I was hoping you’d forget about it” hobi pls💀 jin is a menace for giving him the uncomfortable talk
yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt
fuck thats so sad wtf, ok now did he for real lose all of the comrades or is there someone still left 👀👀()oh that would make sense why vampires would be there
wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF
yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭
They won’t even notice it. You just need to be quiet i doubt that but ok
The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook. yeah im marrying this paragraph
I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭
yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF
he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was. 😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS
SHIT THAT TOOK A TURN that we all xpected but still got scared
“Don’t move away from me”, he orders, controlling your mind on instinct. fuck, all the progress just went down the drain (it didnt, but thats what he is going to think and go back to his shell😭)
It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?
fuck im so sad alexa play truth untold
oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿
hahahah there are no lies in this statement ajfjdsf
I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests
HE IS SO CUTE!! GOSH I love how he is so happy that he is just doing lil house stuff <3
“that dude’s so happy today. Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀
no but I love the memes cause this was definitely them at Kook ahahha (in a fond way)
“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??
OKAY I WANNA TELL YOU but it will be revealed. actually fuck it jfsadjf
Jungkook can speak Korean & English fluently
Hoseok can speak Korean & English fluently, he can speak German with a heavy accent and he knows a decent amount of Japanese
Seokjin can speak Korean, English & French fluently and knows enough German & Italian to get around
Yoongi can speak Korean & English like a native speaker, he knows almost every European language to different levels and knows a secret language I can't reveal yet for spoilers reasons
the others I won't reveal right now because of spoilers JFAJDSFJ
“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd
LIKE THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS GAAAH
“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH
I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CHAOTIC <§
“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook
like it's so cute goshhshshsh :(
DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??
LIKE HE IS JK OF COURSE HE IS <3
HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE
GAAH I forgot this part :( omfg I'm so SOFT for him 😭
punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi
like she is actually so hot
FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH
gaah this is so great to hear thank youu 💜
woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?
HELLOOOOO
yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt
I'm actually crying 😭😭😭
wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF
YES that is exactly what happened. like that Ripper was evil cause why did you do all that???
yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭
yes yes 100% 😭😭 no but the more shit I put my characters through the dearer they are to me JFJADSJF I am evil like that apparentLY FJADSJF
The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook. yeah im marrying this paragraph
heheheh thank youu 💜💜
I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭
LIKE I'M SO SAD 😭😭
yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF
he is so hot and romatnic and sweet and hto andnasf and nfads
he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was. 😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS
I LOVE HIM I SAD BIG SAD
It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?
oooh good questionnn 👀
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If it's ok to ask, what do you think the other weasels' parenting styles would be? How do you think they'd respond after finding out they were dads? We have Smartass and his daughter, but what about the others?
Ooooooh, interesting!! Sorry for the late reply anon ^^ Warning, these are all them as good parents... obviously these guys would actually have their issues... but I wanted to write the fluffy things ^^ I will put one bad thing at the end.
Toon Patrol (Sans Smartass) as Parents || Blurbs + Headcanons
Greasy:
When he gets told: ... *Deadpanned* Of course. Like?? The one time he actually gets someone in bed and THIS happens!! Of course. Of course! He's so done XD Fine, bring it on.
... he's actually not bad at the father thing?? Slightly overbearing, embarrassing at times, and loose-lipped about shit that a child doesn't need to hear from their father- but he knows them, he's reasonable enough to take care of a child, and he never intimidates them. To his kid/s, Greasy Weasel is actually a doofus XD (As they grow older they do learn how scary he can also be... that is never aimed at them though).
He can tell if there is something up with them immediately. It is his sixth sense. When they were infants he somehow new seconds before they started crying, when they were children he could tell from so far away he couldn't even see their facial expressions if they were unhappy coming out of school, and when they were teenagers this talent of his was the bane of their existence XDD
He is OVERJOYED to have a child (or more) around that he can teach Spanish too!! He loves loves loves chatting to them in the language. Makes him feel so at home and comforted ^^ He loves them even more for bringing that back to him ^^
(As they get into their teenage years he and his kid do it around the other toon patrol members and make it seem like they're talking about THEM- drives Smartass insane.)
Accidentally teaches them curse words in both languages when they're really little XD
One Bad Thing: Deeeeefinetly attempted to use them to pick up chicks. Didnt work, obviously, but he did try. The other weasels surprise adopted his kid from him a couple of times when they could see it in his eyes.
Psycho:
When he gets told: Psycho did not see this coming. It does not compute. You say 'We're having a baby', and he's like '??? for lunch ???' Goodluck to you explaining that he is going to be a father. He partly doesnt wanna hear it and partly is shook.
@marinerainbow and I have of course talked about this XDD Basically Psycho would be the dad at the kids sporting events who is not really paying attention to the sport, instead harassing the poor snack vendor- but if his child were to get hurt?? If they bleed??? He'll be there in half a second. He can smell it XD
So, yeah. Fiercely protective, in an animalistic way. He hisses and immediately takes his baby away from someone if he doesn't like how they were holding them, he whines when they cry, etc.
Another animalistic-type thing he does with them is he nudges them with his nose when they learn to walk (And will continue to do this as they grow older. Like, its their first day at school? Nose nudge to get them through the gate. They get dinner? Nose nudge to tell them to take what they need first. Theirs a danger? Nose nudge to tell them to go.).
Likes to stare into their eyes as infants as a way to bond with them. Some men hold the babies to their bare skin- Psycho stares into their souls. Its a little characteristic, weird thing that becomes a comfort for the kid/s because its a Dad Thing.
Also watches them sleep. Will continue to do this no matter how old they are. He just loves it, seeing them breath- like good. They're alive. I love this one so much.
One Bad Thing: Psycho is very close with his kids (I mean who is gonna try and get in between this maniac and his bubbas?? not me!) and creates separation anxiety issues in them.
Stupid:
When he gets told: Ohhhh boy, you're gonna see Stupid really step up (Once he gets it) XD He recognises he's not the sharpest bloke on the block, its his name for a reason. So y'all are gonna have to read books, now. And go to classes. He will ask a gazillion questions until he fully understands how to care for his child- he'll even approach mothers he sees on the street with their babies and asks them what they're doing XD This will be painful for you, but at least he's taking this seriously.
This child... is not going to be touch starved. That is for sure. He loves cuddling them- having them in his lap with his hand on their lil belly so they don't fall, laying them on the mattress next to him for naps, walking around with them sleeping with their lil adorable smush face on his shoulder, etc. And don't worry, he will never drop them. Ever. He is on top of it.
As they grow older he still wants to cuddle them but it of course becomes less common ^^ Big bear hugs when they get out of school/come back from a sleepover or camp are still definitely a thing though! And they know his shoulder is always there if they need to cry.
Definitely plays games with them and puts all their artwork on the fridge. Will take stuff down or cover stuff up to make room, too. Like, Smartass are you still using this schedule??... you are?... alright well you can still see it if you lift up this lil handprint up. Isn't it cute boss??
Yeah, so Stupid may not be the smartest, more responsible father (He tries, but its not in his nature)... but he genuinely likes them, he wants them, and he will always be there if they need him. Always. Always, always, always.
He really shines as a parent when they're young but when they're older and going through an asshole phase, he will still love them blindly ^^ Always call them Little Bean.
One Bad Thing: ... Its possible he may... asphyxiate them in his arms. But they're toons so... uh 😅😅😅 They'll be fine?
Wheezy:
When he gets told: *Immediately starts smoking harder* Wheezy understands fully the actual weight involved with having a child. The responsibilities- not just keeping them alive and putting them in good schools, but making sure they turn out to be good people who are well adjusted and happy ^^ And he is TERRIFIED he will fuck them up.
Seems like a very chill father but lays awake at night wandering to himself if little things he did that day were the right thing... This makes him also very easy to bond with if you're taking care of the kid at any time in their younger years (Like if you're working at a childcare centre he takes them to, you babysit, you're their primary school teacher, or whatever) because you just tell him he's doing a good job and the kid is so happy ^^ He'll be so relieved and he'll ask questions and then, boom. You have a gang member in your corner.
He's chill... but not like, in a way that's damaging to the kid. If they hurt another child he will have them apologise (y'aint turning out like smartass. now go say you're sorry you punched the kid), if they want to go somewhere dangerous at night he's just gonna be like 'nope. you're gonna stay home and watch the bachelor with me' or 'fine... but you gotta take stupid with you', if they want to go to a sleepover when he's grounded them he has no qualms with calling the other parents 'nah dont count on (kids name) coming they're spendin the night playing monopoly with me. yeah. their idea actually. yep.'. etc.
Calls them kiddo, rugrat, hon, cutie, his itty bitty weasel, etc.
Ruffles their hair ^^
Told them bed time stories when they were a kid without a book, so they were mostly made up. Some of them are still running jokes between them.
One Bad Thing: ... well. You know. He does not set the best example with his addiction.
#hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck i think stupid is MY father.#Toon Patrol#Toon Patrol as Parents#Toon Patrol Headcanons#Headcanons
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HELLO ZEN I hope you don't mind but I decided to send you my slightly unhinged work thoughts bc technically you inspired them
quin reminded me of white out anddddd idk if you've ever seen this image of marco
but uh. him as a marine. so my brain went brrr a little bc like, lets be real he'd probably be really really mean roleplaying as a marine (as would the others, I mean god, pirate scum duhhhhh)
listen. you can't tell me these pirates don't occasionally sneak into marine bases, and have the outfits on hand. imagine just rocking up to them post break in and they're still in them and being like oh and they just immediately catch on and there's some light teasing until another day when you show up and they're just all dressed up saying they wanna flip the roleplay from last time >>
and the marines are gonna get some info from their captive by any means necessary and marco gets to relive his little fantasy get on your knees moment and they're just MEANER as marines a lil more edging than pleasure and they're just saying the most degrading things and ugh
..... some light threats with knives too bc YOU PUT THAT IN MY BRAIN AND IT WONT LEAVE OK
cutting the clothes off tracing around like tell us what we wanna know or elseeeeee (some light cutting too but marco can heal it it's fine)
I had this open for a bit but i'm sending it now so I don't chicken out xD I was hoping to give you a little more but for some reason my brain/to text is not cooperating, I'm very tired but it's still buzzing around in there so maybe... there will be more... if that's ok <33
I reread some of white out when I got home and... that marco moment... zen your mind.... I mean it was ALL good obvi but MEAN MARCO makes my brain melt
Kazi, my dear Kazi, I'm so so happy you were brave enough to send me this. You are so smart and your brain is so big, I have gone a little insane thinking about this, it's SUCH a good idea so now it's gotta happen. Congrats, you single-handedly inspired a sequel for White Out. I've copy-pasted all this down into a new google doc for later.
I have seen that art btw, and I've [redacted]--I mean, saved it to my computer for research purposes :] (The blood splatters? Are you KIDDING me? It's like it's specifically been made to torment me!)
I'm thinking you walk in on them dressed up and Ace is like "look what we stole! :D Want to try one on?" But you're too dumbstruck by the sight of them in uniform, and Izou catches on first, mentioning that he thinks you must like what you see, and you start to protest "don't be silly, of course not--" but then Thatch stalks over to you and cages you to the wall with one arm, leaning over you just to see your reaction. The look on your face is a dead giveaway, all wide-eyed and flushed, breath caught in your throat.
"W-What kind of pirate would be interested in such a thing?" you try to defend yourself.
"You tell me," Thatch grins, and then grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the others. "Look what I caught, you guys~"
"Thaaatch," you wiggle and whine, but it's so close to a whimper that they know they have you. "Not in front of the crew--"
He sets you down, and Marco pulls you close to him, whispering in your ear if this is something you'd be interested in exploring further in private. He already knows your answer before you even say it. All you have to do is look at him, and your dilated pupils tell him everything he needs to know.
#replies#kazieai#knifeplay cw#I have to finish other fics first but I'm already going feral thinking about this
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Starling Bath Scene part 11
As promised, an extra long excerpt.
Warning! This may contain spoilers for Starling. May, as in, I am not sure if it will be canon. As of now, it is a oneshot divergent future XD
CW for panic, self loathing and self worth issues, grooming difficulties and fear of water. Also, I've marked this as mature just to be safe.
"Will you let me?" Caleb's soft question tore him from the throes of his self-beratement. The human was holding the rag up again, in silent offering. He could take it. He should take it. He shouldn't force the other man to care for him like an infant. It would be unbecoming. It would be horrible. It would be- "Yes," he gasped, his traitorous mouth betraying him once more, because part of him shamefully wanted to feel Caleb's hands between his legs, and part of him shied from the water still, and from- doing. He wanted to just be, for a while. He longed for it. a small, worn out, ragged part of him so longed to rest. Suddenly he was shamefully grateful that the bond no longer existed. Not for obvious reasons, though, of course not. He should have been grateful for being free of the forced servitude it had enforced. Instead, he found himself momentarily grateful that it wasn't there to allow for a bleed of emotion between them. The thought of Caleb finding out how depraved he was, how some part of him rejoiced at the thought of Caleb fondling him unwittingly, almost made him disintegrate into dust on the spot as if struck by a spell. He was twisting Caleb's kindness for his own depraved gain and it made him feel despicable, but he couldn't help it. At least the thoughts were distracting him from the threat of water around him. "Ja, ok. Good, Starling," Caleb crooned, and Essek was embarrassingly grateful for his adhering to nicknames tonight. It made things seem less stark and real, somehow, more surreal, softer, as if they were back in the forest, and Essek could do nothing but be, and obey, and trust that this human will take care of him. It made things easier. His body yielded easily to direction as Caleb shifted his embrace, changing the position of his arms to reach better.
"Untwist your body then, liebling. Ja, that’s it. Now bend your knees," Caleb instructed, giving gentle directions with the tips of his fingers, positioning Essek to his liking until he had full access to every inch of Essek's most intimate parts. Essek tried not to think of the sight he would make for anyone who happened to enter the room at that moment, as he hurried to comply. legs bent and splayed open, laying in the human's lap, he must look the picture of the Jar-Addled Fairy, debauched and wanton in his surrender. He felt his skin heat into a plum blush at the mental imagery. Caleb moved then, sending his arms down into the water to slide sudsy cloth against Essek's abdomen. Positioned as he now was, Essek felt his wing-buds rub against the cloth of the human's shirt. Usually, he would have balked at the chafing, coarse cloth but at the moment, with Caleb's hand sliding slickly down, the contrast was driving him crazy. He bit his tongue to smother the whine that wished to escape his throat, but a choked, pitiful sound still managed to leave it. Caleb's hands stopped immediately. "Alles gut, Sternchen?" he asked softly and Essek could have wept at the care in his tone. He managed to choke an affirmative through his embarrassment, leaning harder against the human's chest as if he hoped to meld into him. Essek’s hands were clutching again at the edges of the tub, his position no longer allowing him to clutch at Caleb's shirt and the loss of that anchoring caused him almost physical pain.
"I'm fine- I'm fine-" he panted, biting his lip almost hard enough to break the skin as conflicting waves of arousal and shame buffeted his heart. Caleb was going to touch him, and he was going to notice his reaction- Essek wanted it so badly, and at the same time he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. How would he explain that? How would he excuse his inappropriate reaction? He must have hesitated too long, he must have turned too rigid, because he felt the arms around him tighten their embrace. "Don't overthink, Starling. Lean back and let me, and stop me anytime if you feel uncomfortable, ja? Just listen to my voice and everything will be alright. Like on the road, ja? When evening would fall, we'd share a meal and tea and berries, and take care of old injuries. Your hands, my arms, both of our fractured minds. Let me take care of you, Sternchen. Ok?" Caleb's tone was so very soft, so very genuine and Essek- Essek wanted– to be taken care of. He wanted, and that, perhaps, clouded his judgment somewhat as he answered. "Alright," he whispered, barely more than a breath, and tried to force himself to relax as Caleb's hand started moving again. pressed as he was to the human's chest, Caleb's mouth was close enough to his ear to make his breath tickle it as he spoke, the soft, low sound of his voice pouring straight into Essek’s head like a warm balm, soothing and familiar and safe like the sound of a crackling hearth and the turn of pages, yet igniting a whole different fire in his abdomen.Caleb murmured trivialities into his ear, he was rambling, more to keep Essek distracted than for the need to relay information. And the most embarrassing thing was—it helped. It made things– easier. He still flinched when the cloth finally touched the chafed skin where thighs met hips, the sensitive, over-prestidigitated skin around his privates, thin and sensitive at the best of times and easily damaged with the repeating of a spell which scoured it raw with enough repetitions. He couldn't help his reaction, not when even his silken smallclothes had been hard to bear. The cloth was soft, but still coarser. Caleb stopped again immediately, an unasked question in his silence. "I- it's just- sore," Essek admitted shakily. For just a brief moment, the pads of Caleb's fingers replaced the fibers of the cloth, checking. He didn't even have to look down.
"Oh, Sternchen," he said, and the tender lament in his tone nearly broke the hold Essek had on his self-composure. For a moment, he felt the arms around him tighten their embrace, offering wordless comfort, before they resumed their task with extra care, working gentle suds into chafed skin under the water. It stung, and Essek clung to the sound of Caleb's voice to distract himself as the human mercifully resumed his stream of chatter. "You are being very good for me, Sternchen. I don't have the bottle of alcohol here to make the right scent, I know that used to help, but the routine is not so different, is it? Just taking care of damaged skin, nothing more. This soap is gentle, so it won't dry your skin further. My mother used to make this kind of soap when I was little. I don't know the exact measures, but I know it had honey in it, and herbs, and I remember the scent and how it felt, which means I can replicate it here. She'd use it even on cracked skin in the winter time. I wish I could let you take it out of the tower with you. If I find any where we next travel to, I will send it back for you. I also have an ointment though, and that you can take with you. But- that's for later. There," Caleb murmured, and the last word pulled Essek out of the haze he sank into as the stream of words washed over him. He blinked, realizing some time had passed, and he wasn't exactly aware how much. "All done," the human declared and Essek realized it must have been no more than a few minutes, yet he felt- calmer. This calm, this yielding haze- it both attracted him and frightened him. If this was anyone other than Caleb it could be ever so dangerous. It wasn't, though. Not there and then. It was just– pleasant. It was a relief, if he was honest with himself. He felt his limbs go lax in the water, safe in Caleb's embrace. He knew that the human would never let him go under, and his body was finally catching on to that fact as well. He let his head loll against Caleb's shoulder with nothing but a pleasant hum as Caleb's hands rubbed against his forearms and belly, lightly, soothingly. He let his eyes close for a moment, let himself forget the sight of the water around him and focus on the warmth and comfort. He wasn't entirely surprised when he felt Caleb's arm shift, felt one hand climb, warm and wet and slippery with new suds up the column of his neck. He felt his breath shudder in his throat and tried to school his expression. Caleb didn't know, couldn't know, how intimate touching one's neck was in the dynasty, beyond the obvious vulnerability of it. he couldn't know the social meanings, the cultural references and so he would have no idea how maddening it was for Essek, and what flavor of surrender he was offering by allowing that touch. "Will you let me wash your face? I’ll be very careful" Caleb promised, and Essek believed him, truly and utterly. He still didn't trust his voice not to break at the prospect of cloth over his face, though, so he nodded instead of answering, feeling Caleb's hum of approval vibrate against his back.
Essek quelled an urge to bite his lower lip as the hand climbed up, past the sensitive point where his pulse throbbed, to leave his throat altogether in favor of his face. Warm, slick, calloused fingers traveled up his jaw, across his cheekbones, under his eyelids, removing makeup and dead skin without the use of any cloth, leaving only to rinse and re-lather before returning to that petting which served as washing. It was something he could tolerate, more than that, even, and he found himself lightheaded with relief. He was well aware that had Caleb used cloth, there was a good chance Essek would have actually screamed. Caleb was meticulous, which meant he took his time, fingers making numerous passes over Essek's skin to remove every trace of makeup, dead skin and later suds, treating the raw patches of his skin with the utmost care. Essek didn't open his eyes during the process, letting himself enjoy the intimate feeling without thinking of the water on his skin. It was so very pleasant, reminding him of days where water was a comfort, a solace rather than a threat. He missed those days, he missed them sorely, but- but part of him liked this. If he could have this, if he could have Caleb helping him bathe, keeping him safe, all the time, he would not lament coming to fear water, at least partially. He could live with this. The problem was that he couldn't have this. He couldn’t have Caleb. Caleb would leave again, he'd even said so. He would travel on with his friends, and Essek would be- Essek would be left alone. As it should be. He only wished that his heart didn't clench so painfully at the thought. He wished he could stay like this forever, leaning against Caleb' enveloped in his embrace, but all good things must come to an end. Eventually, there were no more suds left on his face, and Caleb's fingers retreated, lingering against his skin as if they weren't in a hurry to depart. He opened his eyes with a sigh to a pair of glacial blue eyes that should have been cold but were as warm as a hearth fire. "Gut?" Caleb asked, and Essek nodded, not trusting his voice. Pressed as he was, his back against Caleb's chest, he needed to look sideways and up to see Caleb's eyes, which put his ear against Caleb's chest. He could hear the slight speeding of the human's heartbeat as he opened his mouth next.
#shadowgast#starling#caleb widogast#fairy au#essek thelyss#fairy essek#fanfic#critical role#writing#starwriting
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hiyaaaa!! i'm back with many more baby Bill hcs!! :D apart from all the sleepy hcs I have for him XD i have ones that are just a lil sad with some comfort at the end (bc i'm a lil sad today), so yeah!! Tiny Bill and Joel are both outside, spread out on a big ol blankie, while Frank tends to some flowers and whatnot (while just being able to keep a good enough eye view of the lil guys). And yknow, tiny Joel was feeling a bit curious today, he wanted to go explore and see the big world!! (oooor just Frank and Bill's big backyard XDD) So, he has an amazing idea!! he stands up and just starts to walk around, finding anything and everything so interesting XDD and he thinks its all ok and cool that he can walk around like this!! Bill on the other hand... well, he felt much smaller, but he watched his big bro stand up and start to walk like how Frankie would, how hard could it be???? And so, Bill sits himself up, and just tries to stand on his two lil feets (leaning on the big ol tree trunk that they were under :>), just having a bit of a wobble, but manages to stay up!! success!! and Bill is toddling behind big bro Joel, who shows him all the pretty flowers and rocks and stuff!! (and may or may not have put some rocks in his pocket to take home when Tess comes back XDD) and Bill is just all amazed and shocked!! :000 (even when Frank just showed him around the backyard just yesterday morning XD)
And things seem to be all fine and well!! ... well, until Bill starts to get a lil unstable on his two feets. He huffs and just tries his best to balance himself and keep up with Jo-Jo!! but its soooooo hard and tiring to keep up with where Joel is going!! And before you know it, poor lil Bill just trips up and falls, luckily, the grass was nice enough the not have his face or arms or legs scraped!! (and he just missed the stone pathway ;w;) Joel immediately notices, gasping and rushing over to Billy's side, all worried for his lil bro!! He feels kinda guilty for making Bill fall over, since he probably just wanted to follow alongside Jo... meanwhile, Bill doesn't know how to react to the situation, never really being in this type of problem where he's hurt like this!!! so he just stays still on the floor, eyes widened and mouth a bit opened in shock. Frank hears some commotion going on from where he is, realizing that it was Joel calling out for Frankie's help!! and Frank is already rushing over there to see the problem... and he just feels his heart break seeing his lil Billy laying on the floor, since Bill was usually fine on his feet!! ... but then again, he did feel much more tinier today... So, he just kneels down to Bill, raking a hand through his lil husband's hair and patting his back. 'oh, love... did you have a bit of a fall over here? it's alright, honey! we can get you all better... if your hurt that is.'
And once Bill realizes what Frankie said... he just immediately starts to wail, not really noticing the fact he got such a fright from such a big fall!! and so, Frank already has him wrapped up in his arms, trying to hush him... oh the poor lil guy must've gotten such a fight!! :(( Joel on the other hand, just tries to say lots n lots of sorries, saying its all his fault for making Bill fall!! And Frank just hushes his (grand)son, patting his head and saying that 'its alright, and sometimes smaller babies tend to take a tumble if there not careful!!' and Joel feels a little better... but he just goes to hug his lil bro, and Bill starts to calm down, still clung onto Frank and just starts to fuss and whine, and Frank getting the early signs of Bill's naptime ariving. So, Frank just takes his two lil boy's back into the house, and checking if the two need a change and such and such (with Frank finding many rocks in Joel's pocket, but doesn't question out loud why and leaves them in there XDDD), before he settles Bill down on the couch, head on his lap, with a pre-made bottle (probably that powdered milk since it's hard to find actual milk ;w;), and just lets Bill sink into his lap, tiredly sucking on that bottle, fighting his urge to sleep. And Joel is just right there next to him!! he just holds his lil bros hand and gives him reasurring pats on his tummy!! just like Frankie does!! :D And all with that, Bill is out like a light (already being burped and such :>), and is just peacefully sleeping on the couch... and Joel just stays right next to him the whoooole time, making sure that his baby bro doesn't get hurt, and adds in a few cushions around the couch to make sure that Bill doesn't accidently fall ;0; and just checks in on him while he plays with his cars. :D
He just babie!! He don't got his land leggies yet!! And he has a delayed reaction to falling cause he so use to not going on long adventures so poor lil guy is confused at first why he ended up on the ground!
Also wheezing at the image of Joel's pockets absolutely filled with random rocks (80% of which are random pieces of cracked off pavement but, Frank won't tell that to his little geologist xD)
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❛ keep reading , i want to see how long you last . ❜ (Cass to Jayn again because I just saw this one and thought it was too good not to send xD)
Jayn was supposed to be helping her girlfriend with her homework, but their day had become more of a "sharing a companionable silence" kind of thing, rather than an "actively discuss every assignment" thing. That was fine. They were both intelligent, capable people who'd made it into Harvard despite coming from middle-class families who occasionally witched in secret. Anyway, Jayn had finished everything but the essay that was due next Thursday (which she absolutely had no energy for) & a small Spanish project that Cassia had promised to review. Cass herself was getting some reading done for an English class. Both girls read faster by themselves, so Jayn didn't mind letting her do it on her own. In fact, she planned on doing some of her own reading...
They & their boyfriends had all been together for about a year & a half. It was a pretty nice arrangement, all things considered. The 4 of them were happy, everyone getting more than enough love & support to go around. They couldn't all cuddle in Cass's bed or on the couch without some manuevering, but Google & Pogue's physics know-how were certainly helping.
Jayn was comfortable with Cass & vice-versa, so it wasn't unusual for her to kick off her jeans while they were in her room. Jayn liked to be in nothing more than a t-shirt, her underwear & one of her lovers' bigger jackets or sweatshirts--that was well-known. She sat with her back to the headboard, legs under the covers as her laptop lay propped up on one of her knees. Cassia was on the other side of the bed, sitting cross-legged as she focused her pretty hazel eyes on whatever old, "classic" writer. She had no idea that Jayn was knee-deep in a multi-chapter smutty fanfic...or at least, that seemed to be the case.
Ah, the joys of second-person smut...
Her dark eyes reached the explicit part of the story, hanging on every word: "--you took her clit into your mouth, sucking on it like it was a piece of candy. It was fun watching her elegant face twist into all kinds of desperate expressions. But you wanted to taste her. You always had. You pressed your face into the dark curls below her waist, humming contentedly when you smelled traces of the lavender-scented soap that often lingered on her and her husband's skin." Jayn pressed her lips together firmly, just as her thighs squeezed together. As she kept reading, they kept going, matching her pace like she was somehow riding the "Reader" herself. It all sounded so nice...
"And then, giving her a loving look, you finally lapped at the nectar dripping from her cunt, licking her from top to bottom. She whined-" Jayn barely stifled her own soft moan & her eyes darted across the next few lines, shocked & absolutely enthralled by how her persona was enjoying fucking a queen her age. And then the king joined in: "...[H]e buried his face between your legs and started lapping at your pussy. You'd been wet since the first time you kissed Alina, and you hadn't cum yet, so his tongue was long overdue. At first, Aleksander was eating you out quickly, as if he wanted to see just how soon you would be coming apart for him. But as your cries got louder, he slowed down. "F-fuck, no, please--" you whined. All he did was--"
"Jay? Hello?"
"HM?" Jayn asked, probably louder than she should've. She tried to look innocent as she looked up from her laptop. Cass simply gave her a sweet smile.
"Nothing. Nevermind."
"...OK." After waiting a few cautionary seconds, Jayn returned to her sexy adventure, rereading to find her place. Ah-ha...
"All he did was move slower, one hand stroking your clit from time to time. You looked over at your Queen, and she was completely enraptured, eyes meeting your own while she played with her breasts and bit her lip." It made her imagine Cass, Cass taking her place while the boys had Jayn on her back...Cass topless, looking absolutely delicious as she groped & teased herself--
"Baby, can you schooch down a little? Knees up?" Without thinking, Jayn obeyed. She usually did when her close friends or lovers asked. It wasn't easy to grind on herself as she had been, or to hold her laptop, so she quietly closed her PC & switched to reading on her phone.
"The shadows from under the bed crept up until they were hovering over your chest. With another movement, Aleks had them kneading your breasts, making the ache between your legs grow. He began lapping at your wet center again, and the faster he went, the more you tried to press your thighs together..." She couldn't help it. The peaks of Jayn's breasts were getting sore, nearly poking through the fabric of her shirt. Cass was busy reading, so she took the opportunity to gently run a finger over her own nipples, lips parting in ecstasy. Oh, oh...y-yeah'mhm...
She might've been scared by the sudden massaging of her cunt, but Jayn only groaned, pushing her hips forward in desperation. Then she looked up to see a very mischievous Cass, looking at her like she'd caught her doing something naughty (which, she sort of had). Cass's perfectly manicured thumb was working her perfectly, sliding up & down with the help of--"Shit," Jayn mumbled, feeling how wet she'd gotten.
"Shh...keep reading, I wanna see how long you last." Oh, gods. She was going to ruin her. At least they'd had a good run.
"...uh-h'OK...um..."
"Uh-uh. Panties off--they're ruined anyway." Gone were her panties & there was the shame. Jayn was glad she couldn't see straight down to the sure-to-be glistening MESS that was her. "Legs apart, just enough...good! Thanks, keep going." If she didn't sound so sweet asking...
"He...he had them kneading your breasts, making the ache between your legs grow. He began lapping at your wet center again--" She braced herself, waiting for an eager tongue, but sadly, none came. Maybe Cass was sticking with her hand for the moment? "--and the faster he went, the more you tried to press your thighs together. You were rutting against his face when he sucked hard on your clit, forcing you t'--AH!" She HAD to scream when Cassia suddenly dove forward, sucking hard right where Jayn needed her. "Don-don't, not just--m-more, please--"
"Keep reading, baby." Jayn skimmed through the chapter, skipping the characters' dialogue. She saw the next few words & bit her lip.
"Without another word, he pulled you toward him and slid his whole length into you in one go--" Cass kissed her puffy, poor clit, before shoving two fingers into Jayn, who whimpered pathetically. "He quickly set a fast pace--h-h, aH!--sn-snapping his hips back and forth. You tried to p-participate, but it was l-like, FUCK, y-you were just lying there, letting him fuck you senselessly. 'Damn, so fucking good for me,' he growled, each w-word punctuated by a single--"
She couldn't do it anymore. Cass's movements had matched the love interest's perfectly, fucking Jayn faster & faster until she was tripping over her words, hardly able to read. She came with a sob, clenching hard on perfect petite fingers. Her phone fell out of her hand, landing gently on the mattress.
"Oh, baby..." Cassia used her free hand to touch her girlfriend's cheek, just stroking at first, before she pressed a kiss there. When Jayn stopped trembling, Cass was able to get her other hand out (yes, the girl's thighs really were that strong). "Hey, are you--" Jayn snatched her damp fingers, sucked them clean & stole a kiss.
"Panties off, Cass. You haven't cum yet, have you?"
They decided to take a break from studying.
#jkw: thread#astral-athame#thanks for the ask!#the fanfic Jayn reads is 1 of mine on AO3 bc I was lazy 😅#sorry if I got Cass's voice wrong--
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it’s a tradition i treasure DEEPLY asdkjasdkdjdasjkdas!!!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
The sweater metaphor 🥺 it’s so good. weaters are warm and comforting.
aw i’m glad hehe i really wanted those cosy vibes for them!! (〃▽〃 )
God. it’s difficult to see others living your dream u_u pfff <3
sometimes living vicariously through fanfic is a joy, sometimes it’s a cruelty! ( ╯□╰ )
“so little” yeah sooo little, like having a loving, mutually beneficial relationship with two adonis-like men who are fun, kinky, and genuinely care about you. Barely anything at all 💅
well when you put it like that… they do bring just a lil smth to the table i guess uwu
uh oh simp alert!! (<- said as if i have not spent the last 6 months screaming into the void about ateez)
pffff hahaha at least San balances it all out by being just as bad of a simp right back! (╹◡╹✿)
i may be in love with him. you cant prove anything though.
sus 👀
i kinda really wanna see this, at the very least to satiate my desire to see Wooyoung beg, sob, whimper, and lose his actual mind
‘begging, sobbing, whimpering and losing his actual mind’, you say? noted ____〆(ⓛωⓛ)
hnjdfhjh Woo coming without any more help ;;;; i wanna pet him and tell him he did so good ;;;;;;;;;;;;;
saaaaaame ;;;;;;; San was stronger than i could ever be for reigning back his reaction asdsjkadsjkdsajk
Oh shes just like me fr fr
ASKDJASDKJ OK SEEING THOSE TWO QUOTES SIDE-BY-SIDE MADE ME SNORT-LAUGH SO UGLY god i wish i could say that was intentional xD but yeah reader at her most relatable LOL
how DARE you make me have emotions in the middle of this !!!!!! (affectionate) one moment im having thoughts none of which are in the bible, the next im all… all,
he’s their Sannie!!! ;;;; true story i actually had to take a short break here from writing bc i needed a good think on how to pivot back into the hard smut after that asdkjadskjkjs 〒▽〒
ASDKJASDKJKADSJJKADSJSDJKASKDJ
i will never get enough of how you write sub wooyoung, especially when he’s in this state - wrecked and pliant.
ngl he is easily my favourite sub to write EVER 〒▽〒 if that favouritism is showing in the fic, well, good! he deserves it!!! i always get all giggly & happy abt all your reactions, but the reactions to sub Wooyoung have an extra extra special place in my heart asjkasdjkdaskj ♡
need dick from a guy who whines /gen
FOR REAL!!!!!!!!! ಥ_ಥ
im no dom nor a switch, but i can imagine it’s such a nice change of pace after he’s been the one with most of the responsibility so far. (maybe i just assume it takes more out of a person to dom than it actually does? who knows lol xo)
i think that’s a fair assumption! obv it depends on the dom how much a scene wears them out and what kindof aftercare they need; but considering San had to look after TWO tied-up subs, making sure they’re both satisfied and safe during a pretty intense session? yeah i think that would take a lot out of most doms; that man is TIRED and absolutely deserves to get spoiled in return! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
endlessly amusing to me that San is the dom™ most of the time, but also the most shy out of the bunch xD woo and reader are being menaces and he’s just spluttering and trying to keep up with their shenanigans<3
asldjkasldksja i was lowkey hoping someone would point that out lol!!! yeah San is comfortable and confident abt sex within like, very specific parameters, but take one tiny step outside of them and he’s an instant blushy mess („• ᴗ •„)
By the way i'm keeping a doc of all this yelling im doing because i document EVERYTHING, and bc it's under a read-more and i don't want to risk losing it when i inevitably change my tumblr url, or tumblr fuckin... burns and dies. and i thought you might like to have access to it as well! so heres a link :)
omg we both have must-document-brain I LOVE IT, i keep backups of feedback ppl leave on this fic so it’s 1) all nicely gathered in one place & 2) in case smth ever gets messed up BUT THIS IS SO NICE AND STRUCTURED AHHHHHHHHH (♡°▽°♡) (i got the documenting part down, i do *not* got the organisational part down lol!)
ALSO!!! IN CASE YOU THOGUHT I WAS KIDDING ABT PRINTING IT OUT!!!!!!!
they keep me company when i’m making foodies hehe ( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡
whichever way [woosan x reader] pt10
pairing: woosan x f reader
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits
ch. summary: You and Wooyoung get tied up again, under slightly different circumstances than last time.
wc: 9.3k
ch. warnings: dom San, sub Wooyoung, sub reader, San gets a lil mean here and there but he’s such a huge softie underneath it all, threesome, objectification, praise kink, degradation kink (@ Wooyoung, ‘slut’ is used 1x) & degradation as praise, blowjob, light choking on cock, orgasm denial, subspace, vaginal / anal fingering, cockwarming sorta, vibrator, DP (vaginal / anal), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a few spanks, biting & bruises, pain kink, dacryphilia, squirting, creampies, condomless sex w/ IUD, aftercare, nicknames for reader (‘baby’, ‘good girl’, ‘cocksleeve’, ‘(fuck)toy’, ‘cockslut’ & ‘rope bunny’ 1x) (+ a 5 sec mention of shower sex (handjob) w/ lowkey subby San at the very end)
a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.
additional warning: reader is referred to as ‘little’ 1x, but it’s strictly meant as ‘calling you cute in a lowkey demeaning way’, not a reflection on physical size
masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
After your heart-to-heart with San and Wooyoung, nothing changes immediately. Not on the surface, at least.
Like a beloved warm sweater which has its seams reinforced by all your care and effort; it still looks the same on the outside, but less liable to tear or fray. The same patterns are intertwined through your shared lives, but strengthened, solidified.
Of course, the details of how the three of you fit together will need to be figured out in the long run — but for now, you are perfectly happy where you are.
(Especially when ‘where you are’ is, once again, the familiar space of San’s bedroom.)
“That’s it, baby, doing so well,” San hums, enveloping you in sweet encouragement.
He has you on your knees and bent over, your mouth stuffed full with Wooyoung’s cock. One of San’s large hands runs up and down your back, the other rests on your waist. Strong fingers dig into the soft meat of your hip, keeping your ass pressed against his clothed crotch.
“Get Wooyoungie real close for me, won’t you?” San says, his sweats doing little to hide the growing bulge that he’s rocking into the cleft of your ass. “Want him hard and squirming before he gets anywhere near your sweet cunt.”
You whine a muffled moan around Wooyoung, eager to obey San’s demands, and even more eager to get to the next part.
It’s finally time to revisit a certain bondage experiment; to have you and Wooyoung tied up together — only this time, there won’t be any clothes in the way. There won’t be any heartfelt, quiet conversations either; you and Wooyoung had both asked San to push you tonight, and San’s eyes had lit up with a bright gleam that promised you’d get exactly what you asked for, and perhaps even a little more.
Already San delivers on his promise; using you to push Wooyoung right to the edge before San has tied even a single rope around either of you.
It won’t take much longer now. Wooyoung shudders with a choked groan when you take him a little deeper, his chest heaving as he lays on the bed, an arm slung over his flushed face. Your hands rest on his hips, holding him down while you get him riled up to San’s liking.
San’s hand slides all the way up your spine, between your shoulder blades to the nape of your neck, where he guides your head down with firm pressure. You make a gurgled wet noise when Wooyoung hits the back of your throat, but San takes it slow, gives you time to relax and control your breathing.
“There you go, that’s my good girl,” he says, voice smooth as silk. The petname hits harder than ever before, wrapped securely in the knowledge that you’ll stay his good girl for a long time to come. “What a messy thing you are, drooling on Wooyoung’s dick exactly like you’re told. Our obedient cocksleeve, gonna fill up all your pretty holes just like you deserve.”
Anticipation sears through you at San’s praise, soaking your untouched cunt as you whimper. They will test your limits today, just like your patience is being tested right now, needing them both inside you already. The weight of Wooyoung’s cock on your tongue is pleasing — but it is not enough, not when you know what is to come.
San reaches a hand between your thighs and groans in appreciation at what he finds, greeted by wet slick when he parts your folds.
“Is that just from taking Woo’s cock down your throat, baby? Didn’t even need my fingers to get you nice and wet, did you?” San asks, but his hand is still firm on the back of your head, refusing to let you off Wooyoung’s dick for an actual answer.
Salty precum leaks onto your tongue while San still slowly guides you up and down, and your eyes tear up at the insistent prodding at the back of your throat. Without warning, San starts rubbing rough circles around your clit, and he chuckles with obvious delight at your muffled noise, convulsing against his harsh touch.
“Fuck, Woo, look at that. Takes so little to get her worked up, she wants to be used so bad.”
(Yes, yes, you want to moan at him. Want them to use you, to take you for themselves; your body, your pleasure, your all.)
Wooyoung breath hitches at the way you whine around him, but he lifts his arm off his face and looks at you, just like San told him to. A shudder runs through him at the sight of your lips around his cock, plump and glossy, moving with San’s steady but unrelenting pace. Wooyoung’s eyes are watery already, like his body senses what will soon happen to him.
“Shit…” he rasps, his gaze fixated on where he disappears inside your mouth. “Hmnh, making me f-feel so good… Getting close, Sannie…”
“You can hold out a bit longer,” San tells him, almost dismissively. “Need to prep our sweet girl at least a little bit, if we want her to take us both tonight. Wouldn’t want to break her, would you Woo?”
“N-no— ngh—!”
Wooyoung chokes up when you let out another loud, garbled moan around him. You can’t help yourself; your head is starting to feel fuzzy, intoxicated by San’s rough fingers on your clit and the way he talks about you, like you’re his plaything to take care of. He hasn’t even tied a single rope around you yet, and already you’re bound to his will.
San chuckles fondly at how noisy you are, but there is a condescending edge to the sound. His hand tightens just slightly around the nape of your neck, holding you in place on Wooyoung’s cock. The tip teases right at the back of your throat this way, your nose nearly touching his pelvis, and you whine as San presses harder into your clit.
“Hey, hey, quiet down, baby,” San gently chides you, like he isn’t the very one making it impossible for you to do so. “Are you trying to make it even harder on Woo not to cum? Later, when he’s stuffed in your wet cunt; then you get to be as loud as you want. Fuck, you won’t be able to help yourself, not with I’ve got in store for you. But for now… Don’t let him waste his load on your throat, alright?”
You can barely fight back the next moan, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You hear San’s voice from somewhere far away, reminding you to take steady breaths. You do just so, feeling slightly less light-headed and overwhelmed, but Wooyoung is still throbbing in your mouth, so deep that every tiny quiver of his hips causes you to spasm around him. You push down on Wooyoung’s waist a little harder, trying to keep him in place.
“That’s it, deep breaths, just like that. Good girl, listening so well,” San praises you — only to instantly abandon your clit and bury two fingers deep inside you.
The sudden intrusion has you keening, a jolt searing through your body as San forces you to accommodate his thick fingers. Wooyoung jerks against your grip, hissing broken curses as his veiny hands scramble for purchase in the sheets. Your hold on Wooyoung slips for just a second, leaving his hips free to buck up and make you gag on his cock with a wet gurgle, tears and drool spilling down your face.
“Easy, easy…” San’s grip on your head relents, and his thumb finds the crook of your shoulder, firmly kneading your tensed muscles. His cock presses half-hard against your ass, twitching with growing interest as you shudder under his touch, his fingers curling inside you. “Just need you to keep Wooyoungie’s dick warm while I get this tight cunt ready for him. You’ve been doing so well, just a little more.”
The need to please San ripples through you like a warm, soothing wave, but it’s hard to stay relaxed when a deep pressure has been building between your thighs. San is thorough as he scissors you open, and Wooyoung whimpers, instinctively trying to thrust into your mouth, to take pleasure into his own hands. You try to keep Wooyoung down, but your grip on his hips is not strong, and grows weaker as San continues to stretch your cunt.
At first you think the brush of his thumb against your clit is accidental.
Then it happens again, and again, and San’s thumb quickly becomes clear in its intent; to make you squirm just as much as Wooyoung. And when San sets his mind on something, there is very little he can’t achieve.
Sure enough, he pushes you further with every wet squelch of his fingers, and you quickly feel light-headed again. Mindlessly you rock into his hand, your moans sending shockwaves through Wooyoung’s body as he whines and jerks his hips again — but San slips his hand down from your head to Wooyoung’s waist, helping you to keep his boyfriend pinned.
“Careful, Woo. Don’t break our girl before we get to the fun part.”
“S-San, I don’t know if I can— hmgh, ah, fuck—”
Wooyoung twitches dangerously on your tongue and you are not much better off, a sharp heat swelling in your belly with every thrust of San’s fingers until you feel close to bursting, unsteady on your shaky knees.
San makes a noise of gentle disapproval when he realises how close you both are. “Tch. No, my pretty playthings, I can’t have you cum; not yet,” he purrs smoothly, the sweetness in his voice a cruel contrast to his next actions.
His fingers suddenly disappear from your cunt, right as he pulls your lips off Wooyoung’s cock. Freed from obstruction, your lungs pull in air with wheezy, choked up sobs — but your orgasm fades out of reach no matter how much you whine and twist against San’s hold, rubbing your slick thighs together in a poor attempt at finding friction.
But Wooyoung is even farther gone than you; his cock, glossy with saliva, leaks precum from the angrily flushed tip, his abdominal muscles twitching. Wooyoung whines with a pitiful cry, bucking his hips uselessly at the loss of your mouth. The veins in his forearms pop as his hands tremble in desperation, and he instinctively reaches for his cock to get himself off.
San reacts immediately, the flat of his hand connecting against Wooyoung’s outer thigh with a sharp, warning smack. Wooyoung sobs out a strangled wail at the impact, but he obediently withdraws his hands and is rewarded when San rubs soothingly over the reddened mark on Wooyoung’s thigh, easing him through the denial.
San uses his other hand to give you the same attentive care, reverence and desire in his touch as he squeezes at the plush love handle of your waist, sweet kisses on your shoulder. “There,” he murmurs when your and Wooyoung’s breathing has steadied, “now you’re ready. Let’s go have some real fun, hm?”
He does not even need to provide further instruction; as soon as San backs away to clean his fingers with a wet wipe, Wooyoung sluggishly turns onto his side and you sidle down next to him.
Wooyoung groans with a shuddery breath when his hard cock presses against your soft stomach, smearing you with spit and precum. He burrows his face into the crook of your shoulder, his lips hot on your skin while his arms wrap around you. Your body whines in need at the feel of him, and you return his embrace to bring him as close as possible.
Even just a clumsy brush against your clit is enough to send sparks through your body. It takes every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from grinding against Wooyoung until he’s trembling in your arms, until you find the release that San denied you.
Would it break Wooyoung if you went against San’s instructions? Would Wooyoung try to be good and not cum on your stomach, or would he join your rule-breaking and hump back against your thigh, heedless of the consequences? You think that you know the answer, but you sure are tempted to have it confirmed.
But before your curiosity grows beyond control, San returns.
He makes a pleased sound at the sight of you and Wooyoung already in position, clueless of the disobedient thoughts on your mind. “Look at you two,” he says fondly. “I’m so lucky with such a pretty pair of rope bunnies to play with. Won’t know where one of you begins and the other ends by the time I got you all tied up.”
The back of San’s fingers brush over your cheek in approval, dimples poking at his cheeks as he smiles down at you and Wooyoung; and like a fucking simp, you feel every trace of brattiness melt away at the touch. Nothing remains except a longing to be taken care of by San, to surrender yourself to the safety of his control.
(San may have a huge soft spot for you, but fuck if it isn’t mutual.)
San wastes no time to begin his ropework, starting with tying Wooyoung’s hands behind your back. No chest harnesses today, favouring simplicity for a speedier process. San’s dominant exterior softens a little as he works; he is more thorough than usual with his checks, mindful of the fact that you and Wooyoung are already worked up and antsy.
Wooyoung is definitely still affected by the denial, struggling to stop himself from wiggling around; but San does not reprimand except in the gentlest of ways, just enough to keep Wooyoung in line. Meanwhile, San treats you with murmured assurances and calming touches, already luring you into the edges of that fuzzy subspace; sharp arousal blunted by a pleasant hazy cloud that coats your thoughts.
Soon enough you and Wooyoung both have your arms incapacitated, trapped together into your embrace. San moves down to bind your legs, but pauses when he catches sight of Wooyoung’s cock still pressed against your stomach. His eyebrow raises in disapproval.
“What are you waiting for, Woo?” he asks sharply, pinching Wooyoung’s hip. “Thought you were excited to fuck our pretty girl, but I can always do this without you. You two aren’t my only playthings, I don’t need your cock to plug that wet cunt. There are plenty of other options if you’re not up to it.”
(True; San had asked you to bring a few of your favourite vibrators, just so he’ll have his pick from your own personal collection, if the mood strikes him.)
“No, no fuck, wanna fuck her, wanna fuck you so bad,” Wooyoung babbles, nuzzling deeper into your shoulder.
You moan at his desperation, rolling your hips in an attempt to guide Wooyoung inside you. But the angle is awkward and Wooyoung struggles without use of his hands, his cock uselessly sliding against your sodden folds without finding entrance.
“Oh Wooyoungie,” San croons as he watches Wooyoung’s pitiful attempt at filling your cunt. He runs a hand through Wooyoung’s hair in a cruel imitation of comfort. “You poor clumsy thing, need some help with that?”
San does not wait for an answer; instead he taps your thigh, signalling you to lift your leg to give some space. Wooyoung hisses when San firmly grabs him by the base, and finally his cock sinks into your wet heat, stretching pliantly around him. You sigh blissfully at the easy, snug fit of Wooyoung inside your cunt; San’s fingers prepped you well.
“There, that’s better isn’t it?” San pushes your hips forward to press flush against Wooyoung’s, just for good measure. “Now… can you be good for me a little longer?”
He gives a loving squeeze to your ass, then gently cups Wooyoung’s cheek to lift his face up from your shoulder.
This time, the comforting touch is genuine. San knows he is asking a lot; especially from Wooyoung.
You feel on a cloud already and just hum at San in confirmation, ready to descend deeper into this foggy frame of mind. Your thoughts are slowly melting into a sweet syrupy goo, swirling with nothing but pleasure.
But Wooyoung whines, rocking into you unevenly. His eyebrow piercing glints in the dim lamplight as he wiggles, a hypnotising shine. Wooyoung barely seems aware of his movements, a glaze drawn across his eyes, his jaw slack. You can’t help a giggle from bubbling up at his desperation; there is just something so adorable about how badly he needs to cum, and how ineffective his attempts are at getting there.
San, however, is less amused.
“Woo,” he says, sharply smacking his ass to snap him out of it. “Can you be good, or do we leave it here with the rope? Can’t tie you up any further if you can’t behave.”
It sounds like a scolding, but you have been with San and Wooyoung for long enough to know better than that. You can see the intent hidden underneath; San’s honest question of whether he can safely continue with the bondage or has to stop, asked in the only way Wooyoung can hear him right now.
“Hm, y-yeah,” Wooyoung slurs, his hips going still. The sharp sting has cut through his desperation, clearing a path for just enough lucidity to answer. “’M good. Want it… wanna get tied up together even more…”
“Good. Then let’s go on.” San moves his hand to squeeze your hip. “Still with us, baby?”
“Not going anywhere,” you sigh, the warmth of San’s palm infusing a soft glow into your skin.
Wooyoung grins at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You better not,” he mumbles, giving you a pointed look. “You promised to stick around, right?”
“Woo, don’t tell me you’re still worried about that,” you giggle, feeling floaty from the way his cock is filling you up, from San’s warm hand running over your thigh.
“Right now? Not even a little bit,” Wooyoung says, leaving a light bite on your shoulder that he quickly soothes with a light dart of his tongue. “You’re not exactly a flight risk like this.”
“You know what? Fair point,” you manage to breathe out as Wooyoung starts on sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip, while San pecks your and Wooyoung’s cheeks before he picks up a new piece of rope.
Wooyoung only breaks away from your lips to give San feedback on rope tension, or to let you to do so. His newfound composure hangs on by a bare thread, cock twitching in your sensitive cunt at even the lightest shift. You moan into his mouth, the threads of your own composure fraying with every brush of Wooyoung’s tongue.
Thankfully, San only needs a few more simple but effective ties. He binds each one of your legs to one of Wooyoung’s, using a few lines of cord to wrap snugly around your thighs, calves and ankles, all laid carefully to avoid pinching any knees.
By the time he’s done, you are pressed together so tightly that Wooyoung couldn’t slip out of your cunt if he tried.
“There,” San says, looking over his work with a pleased, slightly smug curve to his lips. “Now you can cum.”
Wooyoung’s mouth latches onto your shoulder before you can even fully process San’s permission. You whimper at the bite of his teeth, the rough bucks of his hips, but the ropes dig into your skin, denying you any satisfying range of motion. Wooyoung’s frantic thrusts do nothing but jostle the both of you in place, making you groan in frustration.
You cast a desperate glance at San, but he is content to simply watch his helpless subs in a sweaty, gyrating tangle of limbs while he palms himself through his sweats, flushed tip peaking up above his waistband. The corner of San’s lip twitches when he catches your eyes, but perhaps you overestimated his softness for you; San is utterly unswayed by the silent plea in your teary eyes, only stroking himself a little quicker as he enjoys the show.
“W-Woo, a little slo— Wait, I can’t— I can’t cum—” you whimper, but all restraint is lost to Wooyoung. He groans against your neck and tries to slow down, turn the roll of his hips into something more purposeful, but you can’t find friction, can’t find the right angle, no matter how much you shift and wriggle against him.
It feels good, being filled up by Wooyoung’s cock; but he can barely move, never hitting that toe-curling spot inside you, giving your clit little more than an awkward grind. Faint sparks prickle across your skin and through your cunt, only a weak echo of your earlier build towards orgasm. San had cruelly denied you release then, but now an ominous feeling sits in your stomach; that you and Wooyoung could lay here struggling for hours to no avail, never finding release no matter how you try.
Your head is still fuzzy with submission, but despair creeps into the sweet surrender to your restraints.
“Sannie…” you whine, pouting at how he continues to touch only himself. His sweats are pulled down low on his hips, allowing him to lazily fist the head of his cock, thumbing at the precum that oozes from the slit. “Please, San…”
It’s a pitiful attempt at appealing to San’s softer side and you both know it. He gives you a crooked grin, his hand coming to a slow stop. “What’s wrong, baby? Didn’t I say you’re allowed to cum now? Go for it.”
Wooyoung groans in shared frustration, panting hard into your shoulder, littered with his bites. Again you wiggle and try to find that angle, whining with the knowledge it’s no use.
“P-please, Sannie, need your help…”
San’s cocky facial expression shifts to fake sympathy, his lips set in a mocking pout. “Aw poor thing, Wooyoungie can’t get you off by himself?”
Wooyoung starts to grunt in protest, but you shake your head. “N-no but, hmm, I— I can’t get him off either.”
San’s eyes widen in surprise, the mocking sympathy knocked right off his face. (There is that soft spot.) “Shit, baby…” he murmurs, shifting in closer to run a soothing hand over your arm. His fingers leave a glistening trail of precum. “Not even thinking about yourself?”
“Wanna make him feel good too,” you whine and clench around Wooyoung’s cock, drawing a rough moan from him; but doubtlessly he is in the exact same predicament as you, unable to cum from just this.
“Hm, you know what I think?” San says, with an affectionate smile that crinkles his eyes. “Think that deserves a reward. Let me see if I can help where Wooyoung can’t.”
Wooyoung twists against the ropes, his breathing laboured. “H-hey,” he gasps, “what about me?”
“Hm? What about you, Woo?” San says, like he’s just making casual conversation. He kicks off his sweats and makes himself comfortable on the bed behind you, pressing a few kisses on the shiny trail he left on your arm. “You got that juicy cunt keeping you warm, don’t you? That not enough for you?”
“Hngh,” Wooyoung groans out, though you suspect he has a whole lot more to say. But instead he goes in for a rough kiss, tongue delving past your lips with a frustrated vigour, like he’s trying to use your mouth to keep his own shut.
San makes a soft noise of approval. “That’s better,” he says, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Appreciate what you’re given, hm?”
He slides his hand down, just barely fitting between your and Wooyoung’s squirming bodies. His palm runs over the junction of your thigh and hip, until his fingertips brush against your clit and press down. You keen at the added stimulation, body instinctively trying to convulse; but between San and Wooyoung, one pressed against your back, the other tied up in tight embrace, you can barely move an inch, completely pinned between them.
The angle is still awkward, but San rubs sparks into your clit all the same. Wooyoung groans as you clench around him, his roving mouth chasing after your every single gasp and whine. San keeps up his steady pace, grinding into your ass with low breaths. He slowly kisses his way up your neck, your jawline, then props himself up on his elbow and leans over to brush his lips against yours, introducing his own tongue to the sloppy tangle of you and Wooyoung.
Your head is spinning, lost in the heady, uncoordinated mess of hungry lips. You shudder at the glide of their tongues against yours, jaw slackening to grant them easier access, a mingle of your saliva and theirs spilling onto your chin.
Again, Wooyoung tries to rut into you — and it causes San’s fingers shift slightly, right into a spot that cuts sharply through the dizzying heat of their mouths. It happens fast, so fast you barely see it coming despite the long-build up, and suddenly your entire body stiffens up as your muscles pull taut, cumming on San’s fingers with a choked up cry.
San breaks away from the kiss, murmuring gentle praises as he roughly keeps at your clit, wresting every ounce of pleasure that he can from you. You clamp around Wooyoung’s cock, twitching with every aftershock, your slick smeared against his pelvis and San’s fingers. Wooyoung gasps for harsh breaths, his eyes squeezing shut when it becomes too much.
An unintelligible string of curses falls past his lips as his hips stutter and his hot seed spills inside you. You moan contently at the feeling, sagging in relief when San’s hand finally stills, letting you come down from your release.
San blinks at Wooyoung in surprise as he processes what just happened. “Woo, did you just—?”
For a split second, San’s face brightens up with genuine delight — but quickly the mask slips back into place. He chuckles in amused derision and pulls his hand away from your cunt, up to pat Wooyoung’s cheek with slicked-up fingers, spreading your mess on his face.
“Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh? That desperate for it.” San turns to you next, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. “Look at him, baby, that sweet pussy is just too much for him to handle. Such a perfect, well-behaved cocksleeve you are for us, and it’s wasted on that brat. What are we supposed to do now? His dick must be going soft and I haven’t even started to fuck you.”
San rolls his hips, pushing his hard cock against your ass.
“K-keep going,” Wooyoung rasps, his chest heaving with strenuous breaths. (He is softening inside you, but unable to pull out.) “I can— I can take it.”
His words are shaky but filled with resolve, and San looks him over with a pleased smile.
“Hm. What a well-behaved toy you suddenly are,” he hums. “The brat got what he wanted so now he’s willing to play along? Alright, then we’ll play.” San’s voice is sweet — yet you can’t shake the feeling there is a warning hidden underneath.
Wooyoung seems to sense it as well, wiggling against you. “Please, please San, I’ll behave,” he says in a low whine. “Ju— just couldn’t help it, felt so good, she’s so good…”
“I know, I know…” San soothes him, running his sticky fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. “Poor Wooyoungie, you just wanted to cum, right?” he says, his sympathy towards Wooyoung carrying the same edge of mockery as it had for you.
“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffs, but there is a hesitation in his answer, like he’s trying to figure out if there’s a trap hidden inside the question.
San chuckles. “That’s what I thought,” he says, then turns to you again. “What do you say, baby? Can you relax that tight cunt and give him a break while I prep your pretty, plump ass?”
You nod, taking a few deep breaths — but relaxing is a challenge when San’s palm slides over the curve of your rear. He groans lowly at the feel of you, letting his fingers dig hard into the soft meat.
“Fuck, I don’t take advantage of this ass nearly enough,” San rasps, giving another roll of his hips. “Gotta take it slow but damn, it’s been a while… Don’t know if I can hold back once I’m fucking that tight hole…”
You moan weakly, trying to push back into him, but San lets out another groan and holds you in place.
“Can’t rush this, baby, gotta loosen you up for me first.” He nips at your ear, breath hot on your skin, then goes to reach for a small bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, gonna make you feel so good taking my cock, taking our cocks. Can’t believe it took us this long to do this, finally stuffing our sweet cockslut just the way she needs… Just wait a little longer, alright?”
“Want you, Sannie…” You tilt your head to glance back at him, and San can’t help a fond smile at the needy look in your eyes.
“Yeah, I know you do,” he says quietly, unable to fight back the dimples poking into his cheeks. The earnestness in his voice catches you off-guard. “But that’s not enough, is it? You want Wooyoungie too, greedy thing.”
Huh.
Despite having personally provided some evidence to the contrary, you are not an idiot; you understand fully well what San is getting at.
He is just tugging lightly the seams of your still ambiguous relationship, playfully testing its strength, baiting you to reassure Wooyoung. San probably thinks he’s being subtle about it too, hiding the bait in his dirty ramblings. It’d be fucking adorable if he hadn’t just spread your asscheeks, a lubed-up finger teasingly circling around the tight muscle of your rim.
You try not to get distracted by San’s actions and focus on his question instead. You look back at Wooyoung, his hair matted with sweat and a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. His cock is still nested deep inside your cunt, sensitive and twitching.
“So much… Want you so much…” you sigh, closing the tiny space between you and Wooyoung to press your forehead against his. “Feels so good, filling me up so good…”
Wooyoung shudders at the praise with a tight groan, and his nose clumsily bumps into yours as he finds the angle for a kiss. It’s slower than before, sluggish in the aftermath of your orgasms, but still intense, especially when San pushes his finger inside and sets an unhurried pace.
You whimper into Wooyoung’s mouth, gasping for breath when he breaks away to put his mouth on your neck instead, languidly sucking the sweat off your feverish skin. “Shit, Wooyoung…” you whine at a graze of teeth, involuntarily clenching around him.
He’s getting hard again, his ridiculously fast recovery time never ceasing to amaze you, slowly rocking into you with the limited movement allowed to him. Meanwhile, San picks up his speed when he feels you relax, going pliant as he stretches you out.
“More?” he asks, lips brushing against your ear.
“Hm, yeah…” you mumble, surprised San even bothered to ask — and even more surprised when his finger slips out. “Wha—?”
You turn your head back to look at him, and blink when San holds up one of your vibrators; long, sleek and tapered at the base, with a nice range of intensity settings. Slim, but definitely thicker than just one of San’s fingers.
“You— you’re not gonna?” You frown at San; not opposed but… confused. The drawn-out, slowly building intensity of the scene is definitely getting to you. It’s like you’re wading through a thick fog, only a few strings of nebulous thoughts crystallising into words. It’s a great toy, one that has done you great service in the past, but… But what about his cock?
The thought slips out of your mouth before it can consult your brain on the matter. Immediately, San bursts out in a short laugh, and even Wooyoung’s shoulders shake, his giggled cackle muffled by your neck.
“That’s my eager little cockslut right there,” San grins. “Knows exactly what she wants. Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there soon. Just want to ease you into it, remember?”
‘Ease’?
A faint flash of scepticism briefly crosses your cloudy mind; a vague nagging there might be some inherent contradiction between ‘ease’ and ‘vibrator’ — and San seems to be in a bit of a mood today. But the thought fails to catch hold, and you nod your assent.
Pleased, San lightly kisses your cheek, and you wiggle impatiently at the squelch of more lube. All this business about your toy is getting Wooyoung is impatient too, restless from what he clearly perceives as an unnecessary delay. He expresses his discontent with bitey kisses, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.
Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath when you squeeze around him, an involuntary response to San carefully pushing the vibrator into your hole, still turned off for now. You hiss at the increased stretch, but San starts off with a few shallow thrusts, easing you into it just like he promised. Gradually he takes the vibrator further, until he finally pushes it in completely and leaves it there, nested deep inside you.
Wooyoung suddenly goes very quiet, freezing into the kiss. “San…” he breaths shallowy; is it a plea? A warning? You can’t tell at all, sunk too deeply into your daze to read his tone.
But San is wilfully deaf to whatever Wooyoung is trying to communicate, keeping his focus on you instead. “Gonna turn it on now, alright baby?”
The toy whirrs to life, a pleasant hum against your tense muscles — and only separated from Wooyoung’s sensitive, half-hard cock by the thin barrier of your inner walls.
Wooyoung reacts at once, jerking violently against the ropes as the vibrations send brutal jolts of pleasure through his body. He lets out a strangled cry that borders on anguished, fresh tears springing in his eyes. Jostled by his writhing, you moan as your clit drags against his cock.
“S-San—” Wooyoung tries again, desperately. “Fuck, I— I don’t—”
From the corner of your eyes, you can just barely see how San’s lips curve into an aloof smile. “What’s wrong, Wooyoungie? You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you?”
Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He grinds out a swear through gritted teeth, his hips bucking uselessly against the ropes, giving him no escape.
San slowly tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Changed your mind? You can stop this any time, remember.”
“Ngh, ah, I—” Wooyoung hisses tightly, and his eyes snap up to meet San’s. A volatile heat burns behind them, a thick tear trickling down his flushed skin. He looks a mess, but still Wooyoung stubbornly shakes his head, like it’s below his pride to cave in now. “T-told you before, right? Keep going.”
San holds his gaze for a long moment, but then he nods; trusting Wooyoung’s judgement.
“Fuck,” San swears lowly. “Could put you through anything and you’d just take it for me, wouldn’t you, Woo? Just wanna cum over and over again, what’s it gonna take to wear out a greedy slut like you?”
He takes the vibrator up a notch and the increased intensity hits you hard, your body trying to bow in on itself as you gasp and tremble, a sharpness coiling between your thighs. You’re clenching down on Wooyoung hard, and you whimper when San suddenly licks a broad stripe up your neck, wet tongue dragging heavily against your skin.
“Gonna need you to help me to ruin this one here, baby,” San murmurs, his voice gravelly. “Think you can do that?”
You shudder as his tongue flickers against your ear; but looking at Wooyoung, it honestly doesn’t seem like San needs your help. Wooyoung looks plenty ruined already; his eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in agonising pleasure. More tears escape his lashes, trailing down his temple into the sheets. Still… it’s a request you’d hardly refuse.
“Y-yeah, yeah I can help,” you say, hoping it’s true. You’re pretty far gone yourself; pressure is building rapidly from the toy’s persistent buzzing. The base of Wooyoung’s cock presses against your clit, indirect vibrations pulsing through the swollen nub. Even if Wooyoung does not cum soon, you will.
“That’s my girl,” San hums, and leans over again to capture you in a short, searing kiss. You moan in surprise, your sluggish body too slow to respond before his lips are gone again. “Then… how about you suck some pretty bruises into that pretty neck for me? Remind him he belongs to us.”
“‘Us’?”
You blink, your mind as sluggish as your body. Sunken too deep into a submissive state to process the concept of someone belonging to you.
“He is our Wooyoungie, isn’t he?” San says, smiling down at you. “Just like you’re our sweet girl.”
“A-and you?”
For a moment, San goes quiet. He nods slowly, eyes intent as he looks from you to Wooyoung.
“Yeah,” he says softly, “I’m your Sannie.”
The moment is so gentle, you would almost forget that San has the two of you tied up in rope, subjecting you to the vibrator with no escape.
San’s soft gaze lingers a little longer, until he seems to remember the truth of the situation himself and snaps out of it with an abashed chuckle. He recovers with a quick wink, his smile gaining a toothy edge. “Now, take care of Wooyoung for me, will you?”
Wooyoung’s breath gets even more pitchy, his eyes fluttering open. They shimmer with tears, pleading at you. “Please…”
Shakily, you let your head fall forward into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, wired so tight that you can do little more than press open-mouthed kisses on his skin, tasting the thin sheen of sweat gathered there. He whimpers, shuddering under your mouth, and slowly you relax into him, lapping at him with growing enthusiasm as you get used to the vibration’s intensity.
San flicks the toy to a higher level.
“Fuck—!”
Wooyoung snaps, his back arching sharply. Your body bows forward with him, teeth sinking into his shoulder as you spasm around his cock. With calm, amused interest, San watches the outcome of his actions, how you and Wooyoung twist and convulse, ropes digging into your skin as you squirm.
He chuckles at the ruined mess before him, and decides to just leave the vibrator buried inside you to free up his hand. San roughly grabs at your ass, plying your neck with kisses. You’re panting, sweat beading on your forehead as hazy overstimulation takes control, burning through your nerve endings and fogging up your mind.
Wooyoung’s cock is hard and throbbing in your twitching cunt, his moans high and whiny right by your ear. You can feel yourself melting away into his desperation, like you are nothing but a conduit for San to mercilessly drive Wooyoung to the edge again. San keeps you grounded but only barely, his lips sweet against your shoulder while he kneads harshly at your asscheek, like he means for his fingers to leave a permanent indentation into the thick meat.
The vibrations turn up again.
Your orgasm hits you before you even realise what is happening, tearing through you like lightning. Heat pulses through your abdomen and static fills your ears. You barely even register Wooyoung’s pathetic mewl as he cums, or how some of his seed trickles past his trapped cock, mingling with the fresh gush of arousal from your fluttering cunt.
San turns the vibrator off when Wooyoung lets out a broken sob, and his trembling body sags against yours with a loud groan as the buzzing finally stops. You draw breath in sharp gasps, still coming down from the aftershocks while San runs a soothing hand over your arm and asks how you’re feeling. You moan tiredly, turning your head to try and find him in a kiss. He indulges, briefly but sweet.
“Such a good girl, fucking amazing. Doing so well for me,” San murmurs against your lips, a strain to his voice. Then his eyes flicker to Wooyoung, and San gently cradles his head to lift him up from your shoulder. “Woo, are you alright?”
Wooyoung groans, limply going along with San’s hold on him. “Give— give me a minute,” he says hoarsely. “Just… give me a minute. I—”
San gently shushes Wooyoung, bringing him in for a kiss. “Fuck, you really just take it all, no matter what I put you through, don’t you?” San says, but there is not a trace of derision this time, only full-blown awe and adoration. “Relax, Woo, there’s no rush.”
Wooyoung sighs at the reprieve, then glances at you with a fatigued grin.
“He sure takes it real damn serious when we ask him to push us, huh? What a fiend.” Wooyoung’s tone leaves no mistake it’s intended as the highest of praise.
“That’s our Sannie, alright,” you giggle, and peck the tip of San’s nose. “Personal demon at our beck-and-call.”
An adorable rose blush dusts across San’s cheekbones. “Okay, that’s enough out of you two,” he admonishes almost bashfully, leaning over you to kiss Wooyoung again.
As San shifts, you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back, the tip smearing precum on your skin. San might’ve said there is no rush — but his dick clearly has a different opinion on the matter. Still, he does not hurry anything, lazily kissing Wooyoung until he switches back to you. He stays like that for a while, caressing one with soothing touches while he kisses the other.
It does not take long before you start to fidget again; impatience roused by the combination of San’s gentle stimulation while the toy and Wooyoung’s dick are still inside you. Your hips start to move in time with San’s fingers brushing across your thigh, unable to suppress your body’s urges like he is.
Wooyoung moans at your slight rocking, responding in kind. You can only image how sore he is, but his dick still twitches back to life.
“Oh? Everyone’s ready to go again?” San asks with a fond chuckle, and he reaches for the lube again when you and Wooyoung confirm with an emphatic yes.
You hiss as San slides out the vibrator, trying not to stiffen up at the prospect of finally having his cock fill your tight hole. It won’t be your first time taking San like this — but it is your first time while Wooyoung is already stuffed in your cunt.
San notices the way you tense, giving you a few passes with two freshly lubed-up fingers first. “Relax, baby, relax,” he murmurs. “You trust me?”
“Y-yeah, yeah I do.” Your voice is shaky, but resolved. You want this too much to back out now, eager to have your fantasy fulfilled at last. So you take deep breaths, tension seeping out of your body with every exhale.
You whine when San’s fingers disappear, replaced by his slick cockhead pressed against your rim. For a moment he just waits there, his hand resting on your ass and uneven breaths falling on your neck — just long enough to make you shudder in anticipation, until San pushes forward with a shallow thrust, breaching your walls.
Instantly the stretch threatens to overwhelm you, your nails digging into Wooyoung’s back as you let out a strangled whimper. “Sh-shit, San—” you gasp as he gradually presses deeper. “It’s— hmgh, ah— So tight—”
San slowly rocks into you, his lips catching a lone tear on your cheek. You can’t remember it falling. “Stay with me, baby, you can do this” he soothes, squeezing firmly at your ass when you whine in response. “You can do this. Who knows your body best, hm? Who knows what you can take?”
“Y-you do,” you pant. “It’s you, Sannie.”
“That’s right,” San says, his voice raspy but warm, “and I know you can take me, baby. A pretty cocksleeve like you can handle the both of us just fine.”
“Fuck, San,” Wooyoung groans, his head falling back. “I can fucking feel you, feels so good…”
“Getting hard again already, Woo?” He chuckles when Wooyoung whines in confirmation. “Then help our good girl out, alright? Distract her for me until that tight hole is ready to get fucked fast and hard by my cock, just how she deserves.”
Wooyoung nods eagerly and leans in to kiss you, but you shake your head. Just a simple kiss won’t be enough to distract you, not with your body straining to accommodate San’s thick length as well. “N-no,” you moan, tongue-tied from the overwhelming pressure in your lower abdomen. “No, n-need you to bite me, please.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes gleaming darkly. “Fuck, baby, since you asked so nicely…”
Without hesitation, Wooyoung bites down on the top of your shoulder, getting a solid mouthful of muscle. He suckles and gnaws at the skin, surprisingly gentle at first, but he slowly clamps down as you whine at the sharp pressure. Pain blooms beautifully under his teeth, perfectly masking the discomfort elsewhere by demanding your full attention.
Wooyoung groans as your cunt reflexively tightens around him, his jaw twitching. He stays on you for a while, but then breaks away with a whine, leaving an indentation that you just know is going to bruise like a fucker.
You don’t know if the release is a relief or a loss, but it got the job done; the slide of San’s cock has gotten much easier without you even realising. The feel of them both still borders on overwhelming, but it feels good, so good, stuffed so full that it’s like your mind is getting pushed out of your body, drifting hazily between them. Wooyoung laps sweetly at your shoulder and San joins him, angling his head so their lips can meet against your marred skin.
San’s self-control is fraying at the edges, the smooth roll of his hips becoming rougher by the second. You let your head fall back against his chest, moaning in encouragement.
“Please, San, please,” you whimper, unable to keep still. Awkwardly you rut against him and Wooyoung, using every inch of your limited movement to try and fuck yourself on their cocks.
Wooyoung shudders with a loud moan, twisting against the rope to match your rhythm. He is unravelling quickly, while San holds himself together just long enough to give himself a fresh coat of lube. He ignores the combined protests of you and Wooyoung when he pulls out almost completely — protests that are silenced when he slams back in.
The hard snap of San’s hips jostles you forward, almost knocking your chin into Wooyoung’s. San buries himself with a low groan, and sets a punishing pace as he humps against your ass. His energy is frenetic, agitated, like he’s the one now frustrated by how tightly bound you and Wooyoung are, the position limiting the force of his thrusts.
You manage to turn your head just enough to see the wild look in his eyes, teeth gritted and sweat on his brow. Both of his hands grab at your ass now, spreading your cheeks and pushing at you like he wants to push you on top of Wooyoung, his mind gone haywire from the mindless need to fuck into you at full strength.
Wooyoung is fully gone at this point, whiny “ah”s falling past his lips; drunk on how he can feel the outline of San’s dick against his own, through your throbbing walls. He doesn’t even try to move anymore, at the mercy of San’s ruthless pace. Arousal leaks freely from your wet heat, so slippery around Wooyoung’s cock that you’re sure San would be pushing him out your soaked cunt if the ropes didn’t keep you forced together.
The pressure against your g-spot is immense, and you’re so wound so tight that a flare shoots through your spin with every awkward brush of Wooyoung’s cock against your clit.
It’s all too much, the decadent onslaught of sensations that comes with taking San and Wooyoung at once, something coiling deep inside your stomach. You try to warn them, but only a silent, choked up sob escapes your throat when you topple over, writhing wantonly between their heated, sweaty bodies as you cum with sharp jolts, clear fluid spewing from your fluttering cunt as you squirt on Wooyoung’s sore cock.
Wooyoung mewls and spasms as your cunt constricts around him, but somehow it’s not enough to push him over the edge — or perhaps it is too much, too overstimulated to find release. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he babbles, cursing under his breath as San fucks you through your orgasm, wresting as many pulsing aftershocks from your spent body as he can.
“There you go, good girl,” San rasps in your ear. “Give it all to us, every fucking drop.”
He tries to be gentler as your orgasm subsides, knowing you and Wooyoung must be at your limits, but his self-control hangs on by a frail tether. He grinds against your ass, murmuring sweet praises and even sweeter whines as he chases release. San noses at the column of your neck, and you surprise him with a sloppy kiss, sucking at his tongue until finally he gasps and shudders, spilling deep inside you. A few more thrusts, then he stills with a low groan.
San breaths hard, giving himself a moment to come down before he pulls out, his seed leaking out of your stretched hole. He makes a faint noise of disapproval, gently rubbing a finger around your rim and pushing his cum back inside you, almost absent-mindedly.
You moan weakly, the finger helping you to adjust to the absence of San’s cock, but Wooyoung is still hard inside you.
Wooyoung whimpers quietly, drawing hitched, snivelling breaths. “S-Sannie…” he begs, pushed to the very edges of what he can take. “Please, I gotta… gotta…”
San’s eyes widen with a start. “Shit, Woo, you didn’t—? Fuck.”
Immediately San comes into motion, his finger leaving your sensitive hole. He expertly loosens up the ropes that bind your thighs together, letting the tension fall away and allowing Wooyoung to slip out, cum now also dribbling from your sopping cunt.
With utmost care, San gently palms at Wooyoung’s aching cock, carefully jerking him off. “There, that’s better isn’t it?” San says, the words wrapped in tenderness. “You can cum now, Wooyoungie, fuck, you deserve it after all that. You can let go now.”
You watch, enraptured by the slow shift from agony to bliss on Wooyoung’s face. He bites his lip, cheeks shiny with tears and sweat as San brings him to one last high, trembling with every pass of San’s hand until he spills on San’s fingers and your stomach, nothing but translucent fluids at this point.
From there on out, San engulfs you and Wooyoung in the softest of aftercare.
He undoes the ropes with his usual practised swiftness, then thoroughly checks your bodies for abrasions. There are a few spots of light rope burn; nothing severe, but San still smears a soothing salve over any patches of even slightly chafed skin. There are some drinks and snacks at the ready, and you are just sipping on some water when San takes a washcloth to the crusted remains of cum on your thighs — but you ask him to leave it for a little longer, and relish the faint blush that blooms across his cheeks at the request.
“Dirty,” Wooyoung grins at you, and neither of you miss the way San has to take a grounding breath.
“Yeah,” you grin back at him. “Maybe we could take a shower later, get all of that taken care of,” you say, nudging your head meaningfully towards San. “…Once my legs don’t feel like rubber anymore.”
San’s cheeks burn even hotter, and he shoots you and Wooyoung a vaguely cautious look — but he has no reason to be wary, not tonight.
Once everyone is steady enough on their feet, the three of you somehow manage to (not quite) fit behind the shower curtain. It’s not an easy feat to get clean in the crowded space, but it is easy for you and Wooyoung to tiredly lavish San with some well-earned attention. Sluggish hands run across the soap-sudded expanse of his soft skin and firm muscles, languidly jerking him off as he whines and sighs between you.
Safe to say, everyone is fully satisfied by the time that the three of you are settled on the couch in San’s living room.
Wooyoung has wiggled himself in the middle, so you’ve curled up against him. You’re still pretty damn sore; maybe you pushed it too much with the shower, but damn if it isn’t worth the tired, pleased smile on San’s face. He has an arm slung around Wooyoung, his hand resting on your shoulder, carefully avoiding the indentations that Wooyoung’s teeth left on your skin.
You’re bundled up in comfy clothes and a cosy blanket, with leftover pizza in front of you and some old Pucca cartoon playing on the TV. Nobody is really watching, just background noise while you chat quietly, re-balancing your emotional equilibrium after what easily is one of the more intense scenes you’ve done with San and Wooyoung.
“Still can’t believe I forgot to take a picture,” San pouts, shaking his head in disbelief. “You looked so hot tied up together like that.”
“We could just do it again, you know,” Wooyoung says. He stretches out his arms with a big yawn, then resettles by lying down across you and San, his head in your lap as he grins up at San. “And then you could fuck me next time around.”
The thought mulls slowly in your exhausted head, but it does ping a definite interest. To watch and feel how San rails a helpless Wooyoung into oblivion, fucking Wooyoung’s cock into you with every thrust? Yeah. Yeah, you’re pretty on board with that idea.
“I could be persuaded,” you say coyly, playing with the damp strands of Wooyoung’s hair. “Just give me like, I don’t know, a month to recuperate first.”
San chuckles self-consciously, but there’s a little gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s pretty damn pleased with himself too.
“Sure, we can let you take it easy for a while,” San teases, but then he sighs, a wistful look in his eyes. “Just too bad I can’t fuck you both at once. Only thing that could’ve made tonight even better.”
“I mean, I feel like there’s options for that,” Wooyoung says, tapping his bottom lip. “Take turns or something, and there’s plenty of toys to play with.”
“Yeah, maybe we can get San one of those clone-a-willy kits,” you suggest casually.
“Clone a what now??” San chokes on a cough, his eyes widened in shock as his face goes bright red again.
“Good thinking! We can add a fourth to the mix, strap San’s dick-clone on them, problem solved.”
“You’re a problem,” San says, pouting at you and Wooyoung. “You guys are missing the point, then it wouldn’t be me—”
“Okay, so we find a Choi San lookalike to impersonate you,” you shrug. “Problem solved now?”
San groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Seriously? Can someone please remind me why I put up with you two?”
You giggle at his exasperation. “Because you’re our Sannie, remember? You promised me.” You do reach up to gently squeeze his wrist, his warm hand still resting on your shoulder.
“Yeah, I am,” San says with a long-suffering sigh. “Guess I’m stuck with you.”
But his actions belie his words as he rubs your shoulder affectionately and pulls Wooyoung closer into his lap. Wooyoung winks up at you, and you grin back, shuffling a little closer so you can lean against San.
The three of you recover from the scene in the emotional safety of each others’ company, finding yourselves bound together all the more closely for it; even after the ropes have come off.
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What can I say, I’m a thirsty bitch and yes, I’m very willing to cheat Min’s YPIV to get some Hollina in it! xD If you feel the same way, click the picture and go to her video to like xxMintoStarxx’s comment ;D And of course all the other comments with ships you also want to see :D
#pastardd#yes i'm hoping for some hollinia#cause i'm a fucking useless editor at the moment who is doing NOTHING Dx#so i wanna see my babies from someone else ;-;#ok enough whining xD
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I know I've sent you enough asks about Poppy and Kingston... But now I've been thinking about their trip to Australia and now I HAVE to send you my thoughts on them in the Outback XD
Of course as usual, you don't have to answer right away, and whether these are true on Kingstons end is up to you ^^ and if you have any thoughts on this, I'd love to hear them!!!
First things first. The language/slang barrier. Can you inagine??? XD I did not confirm if your guys language was still the same around the 40's, but still!!! Like-
Kingston: *sees Poppy packing shoes that probably aren't the best for the Australian environment* Yeah, we're gonna get you some thongs, love.
Poppy: ... Honey, we're going to meet your parents??
I know that by then they've more than likely cleared some things up about their languages, but still, this was too hilarious for me not to include XD besides, hearing your boyfriend talk about bringing thongs to his parents' house would factory reset any American I bet XD
Poppy just- not at all being prepared for the Bush XD but also loving it!! She's not used to not having the sounds of the bustling yet dangerous city outside her window at night, but she definitely appreciates the lack of it. Having neighbors being literal yards apart and not having to worry about walking too loudly for people below you, etc. Of course Poppy still minds her manners, but it's very jarring and relieving for her out here ^^
Of course, Poppy on the farm. If Kingston was raised here, he can introduce Pops to the animals!!! And just in general, assure her woth the Australian wildlife... But also giving her a heart attack when he just calmly picks up a snake that snuck in their room that night, or wave a dismissal hand at a dingo XD (omg imagine if Kingston Kangaroo got into a fight with a human kangaroo!!! I wanna see that. And I want Poppy to see that and be very surprised what real-life kangaroos are like XDD)
Again, Poppy going through a culture shock with Australia. Idk if people in general in Australia don't care about filtering their words like Kingston, but if they do, ho boy Pops is in for a treat XD
Ok, time for your regularly scheduled angst. Poppy would be trying so hard to impress Kingstons parents. She's upping her etiquette to the max and is going to be stressing out about how Kings parents will perceive her :( though something tells me that Mr. And Mrs. Kingston will be quick to assure her ^^
All in all, it's a very surprising culture shock for her, but she loves it all the same and would love to move somewhere outside of the city with Kingston someday ^^
No. Never enough Poppy and Kingston XD
First off, coming from an Aussie, I can genuinly say that the thongs thing will never not be funny XDD Yes, I'm sure, hearing that would be a surprise for her 😅😄 And Kingston would know e x a c t l y what he's doing, cuz we are perfectly aware of American slang and non-slang XD He would just say it, smooth-faced, and move on. Rena will perpetuate the horror, too. So Ryan will have to let her in on the secret (whils King's whining that Ryan ruined his fun XD ). But eh 🤷♀️ There are other fun Aus Things to tease her with 😏
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Poppy: OH, it's SANDALS! Oh my- thank goodness. Kingston how dare you do that to me!!
Kingston: Awww, Ry, you had to ruin the fun?
Ryan: I'm just being a friend. What she's really gotta worry about is the drop bears, anyway 😏
Poppy: Drop- Drop bears??
Rena: 😏 Mhm, scourge of Aus, those fucken drop bears.
Kingston: 😏😏😯 OOOOOOooooo you're right. When you're right, you're right, Ry. Don't worry Pops, I won't let those viscious cunts get you.
Poppy: W h a t???
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Ahhhhh! Imagine bonfires with Poppy and Kingston's family!! XD They're out in the middle of nowhere so as long as weather permits, they can set up a nice fire and roast marshmallows, and look for the southern cross and orion, and listen to kookaburras!! God I'm suddenly so jealous XDD
Omg, Kingston introducing Poppy to the animals 💛💛💛 And don't forget- Kingston introducing Poppy to Aussie snacks!! Vegemite, Tim Tam's, Milo, twisties, anzac bickies, fairybread, lamingtons, pav, shapes, etc. Obviously some of these are more modern but hey, if they're toons they're immortal! Kingston showing Poppy how to Tim Tam Slam! ^^ (she will never be the same. Girl will be importing Tim Tam's to the US in order to tim slam them- )
Haha, as for how the regular person talks... yeah I guess their could a culture shock there 😄 It's not that fuck and cunt are every second word or anything but we're definitely not as sensitive about them as I think the US probably is (or at least older generations?). Cunt is for sure used as a term of endearment, especially if you're mixing with bogans XD I'm sure by that point Poppy will be used to that though from Kingston! XDD He's the most g e n u i n e aussie bloke XD Friendly, but loud and a little kinda scary.
Awwww, King's parents will l o v e Poppy!!! I'm basing them off of any and all of my aussie friends parents, so they're friendly and sweet and inclusive ^^ When Poppy arrives they just want her to r e l a x. 'We're not here to scare you sweetheart, our home is your home ^^ Now we were thinkin of frying up some fish for dinner, what do you think? We'll have whatever you want ^^'.
#me: *writing this out immediately as soon as i see it*#me: *out in the sun without sunscreen*#whoops#thats another rule for poppy- never be withoit sunscreen during the october-march period XD
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Yeah nah XD I honestly don't even find it *that* scary as much as I just find it scary enough that it historically pushes the other reasons over, which is also honestly why I'm pretty glad we accidentally walked it cause it de-mystifies it a lot and declaws the "ok but its a NEW experience".
We very much love riding out the "we didn't MEAN to make progress on this today but since we are here lets roll with it" so tbh probably wont really have any issue going forward cause literally, once were in there, welp we did it once and it was fine why would it be different any other time
Plus, genuinely, at this point we DO NOT really look like we belong in the women's bathroom at all I think XD Especially since we are actually decently built with relatively wide shoulders for our frame and we can shave and have a shadow within like 6 hours.
Like I don't think in a more conservative area I would feel safe going into a women's bathroom because in a women's bathroom I'd be clocked as trans IMMEDIATELY where as in the men's at worst its like "dang thats a short man" which I really don't care about cause height dysphoria has never been a thing for me
I'm just over here, for the past few months until today, dragging my feet whining about having to get used to doing something in a NEW way cause as much as I am very good with change and do it a lot, I still have that autistic "but this is how I've ALWAYS done it >:[" nature to me that I have to get over the threshold to actually TRY something new
But hey, I accidentally walked in so now its not new and now its just a thing so now its an option yay
((Still places need more gender neutral bathrooms, they're beloved))
Real nonbinary perks: If you walked into the wrong bathroom, as long as you are confident, no you didn't
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#will delete probably later#I'm sooooooo exhausted and tired#I was working so hard before the wsc - especially to get our artbook done in time to gift it to norman and tom#I did sooo many overtime hours at work too#and now I'm just tired all day after both wsc#work is so exhausting and emotionally draining#I can barely stay awake in the evenings#in fact I fell asleep on my couch at least 5 times the past 2 weeks and I didn't sleep 48 hours a few days back and... Uhhh..#this is not supposed to be me complalining XD it's just...#I'm so exhausted and drained and I wanted to post so much#wanted to post about wsc london and wsc germany and my experiences and everything#wanted to share videos of panels and pictures and I wanted to get back into drawing again and writing#and here I am... every evening... barely being able to stay awake hahaha#and also I'm kinda having these post-wsc-blues too...#ok this is enough whining xD lol ! good night europe!
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I think I'm on time! Can I request something something... Reader tending to wounds? I ESPECIALLY love Four x Reader (Romantic), and I'm kinda a sucker for hurt/comfort, so it sounded like a perfect mix.
Just something... Idk, Four's hurting and he can't Fix It by himself and maybe he also needs a hug, but then,,, Ta-Da! There Reader is, worried outta their mind for him and getting him to calm down, and yeah maybe it still hurts but Reader is gentle with the bandages and the cleaning and doesn't even have to be asked for a hug or to wipe tears if need be... And Four just knows it'll all be alright now 🥺
(I would be happy with any and/or all of the boys, but Four is my fav ☺️. Honestly just whatever you feel you're up to)
Thank you!!!
... Four it is! Message Received! XD
Don't worry Anon. Four you want? Four you will get.
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“Ouch.” Four hissed and pushed himself up against the wall of the dungeon.
He finished the boss and won the fight, but not without his penance. A large cut had been sliced though his abdomen. It hurt to move. It hurt to so much as rub his tunic against it. And he was losing blood. A lot of it.
“This.. is not one of my finer moments.” Four curses and manages to push himself into a sitting position. He needs to take care of this. He needs to stop the bleeding. He needs to-
The world goes sideways.
Four has to push himself the against the wall and against the hack job if he wants to keep from face planting himself on the dusty, dirty dungeon floor.
He sucks in a breath to stop himself from screaming. He coughs instead and waits for everything to return normal. Surely, he has a fairy somewhere... or a potion. He should have-
“Time? Hyrule? Wild?... Link?” You call from down the hallway. “Man, where is everybody? Am I the only one still in here?”
Four perks up at his name. The true name. He coughs some more and blood dribbled down his chin. It’s getting hard to breathe. The cut might have gone to his lungs.
Your footsteps pause before they pick up speed. “Hey, is anyone-? ..Oh by the grace of god-...”
You run to him. It makes him dizzy.
“Four.. Smithy.” You gulp and look down and take in the situation. Four tries to follow your line of sight but his head lulls to the side instead. “Woah! Hey, hey, none of that, ok?”
You fling yourself back and start looking through your supplies. You pull out a fairy and release it. Instinctively it flies toward Four and gets to work. Four can feel the effects of the magic work through his system and it lessens the pain somewhat. It’s enough to make him coherent once again.
“Hey...” Four coughs again. Tears spring to his eyes and he reaches toward you.
You don’t think twice about grabbing his hand tightly. You don’t mind the blood. You’re too focused on keep Four awake.
“Hey yourself.” You smile, if only to lighten your own panic. “Not your best fight, huh?”
Four coughs and more blood dribbles down his lips but he smiles back. “you should have seen the other guy.”
You somehow find it in yourself to laugh. The fairy starts to clearly grow tired as she flies more sluggishly around the injured hero. She doesn’t have enough magic to fix this, but a lot of leeway has been made.
You gulp and move to get the bandages out of your bag. “You’re going to be, ok?”
“Am I?” Four looks to the side. The world doesn’t fall with the motion and Four shimmies a little in his spot. He’s incredibly sore. He winces but gets settled.
“Yeah.” You reply. “This is nothing.”
Four hums. He knows you’re lying.
You take out your dagger and cut away at his tunic. Four doesn’t seem to notice but he’s mentally saying goodbye. He has more cloth to fix it but the embroidery took forever.
Next thing Four knows, you’re moving him a bit. A curse leaves his mouth again and you pause. “Sorry.”
“You’re ok.” He hisses. “Keep going. I know you’re helping.”
You whine. “I don’t want to make it worse though.”
You pour disinfectant without warning him. Four cries out and tears falls down his cheek.
“Sorry, sorry... I know I just said-” Your hand comes up to wipe away his tears. Four gulps and ignores the iron in his mouth. “It won’t last forever. I promise.”
Four doesn’t reply. He just whimpers instead and leans into your touch.
You keep working, quietly whispering words of encouragement and praise just to get reactions from him.
By the time you’ve finished, Four is thoroughly exhausted. He can’t stop crying from the amount of movement and prodding he’s taken to his wound even with the fairy’s help.
You coo and shush him, wiping his tears as they fall. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You’ll be ok. Let’s get you out of here.”
He grunts but reaches toward you once more. He wants to be held. But you get a different idea. Four doesn’t know where you get this strength but you pick him and with a free hand, you pick up what little you would have left behind otherwise.
You start moving again with him in your arms. “Let’s go get Hyrule and fix you up, yeah?”
Four nods. “I’m tired.”
You don’t stop walking but you take a moment to think about your next words. “...Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
Four nods and kisses your cheek, tucking himself into the crook of your neck. “Thank you.”
He falls asleep in seconds.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#linked universe x reader#lu four#less romantic than anticipated#I'm sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind#it wasn't what I thought I was going to write either#but sometime the story just has a mind of its own and well....I couldn't stop myself
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