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wooyoungisbaby · 7 months ago

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u wu

“Do I need to give you two some alone time?”

MAybe he should, some time. js.

And honestly? The hard glint in his eyes is not exactly celibate either.

WHAt? Choi San fucks? unrealistic, blocked and reported.

Wooyoung has made one of his intentions all too clear.

is he gonna eat pussy. who am i kidding i read this before, i know hes gonna get so deep in that pussy he can barely breathe god bless.

Wooyoung is on his knees in nothing but fitted boxers — and a pair of handcuffs.

consider me fuckig slain. in love, also.

GOd fuck, San making Woo suck him off as a warm-up? that’s the hottest thing he could have possibly done in this situation. wooyoung should (and im saying this with as much love and tenderness as is possible) be used and ruined <3

ACK the wooyoung lip mole appreciation :’)))) <3

Wooyoung’s eyes open with a flash of triumph, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

im LIVING for confiden Woo :’)) he knows he’s the shit™ and he’s not afraid of acting that way 10/10

He is beautiful like this, bound and left to the whims of you and San

the cinnamon tography… the poeticism. im sobbign

Him getting hard and needy just from eating Reader out, is So good and in character like YES he is a slut for being a good boy!! And then Reader yanking on his hair to make him stop teasing, which only makes him hornier? im on the floor.

You were right; the slope of his nose is perfect for grinding on

i am being very normal and perfectly hinged about this

“That tongue is one of the few things you’re good for, I know you can do better with it. “ “Might be out of practice. Do you even remember where to find her clit, hm? Or have you gotten that rusty?” “There I almost thought you’re nothing but a cockslut but you are just as whipped for pussy, aren’t you?” “Does he feel good, baby? Is my little cockslut making you feel good?”

FUc;k me all the talking over his head like he’s just a toy or like he’s not even there,,,,,, aaaa it’s so tastie what the fuck <3 my heart would be breaking a little bit if it weren’t for the fact that you made it no secret how much Woo loves it.

“I said,” he growls, covering your hand in Wooyoung’s hair with his own, overpowering you to pull the redhead back, “Wooyoung should thank you.” “A-ah! Thank you, thankyou,” Wooyoung keens.

screaming into the heavens brb

it’s SO cute that Wooyoung is still ravenous af after Reader cums for the first time. like obviously! he didn’t cum yet, he just wants more =u= and his little petty way of getting Reader’s attention back when San is stealing it?? stellar, he absolutely would. greedy little boy.

Wooyoung’s dick smacks wetly against his stomach, so hard and flushed that it looks painful — just from eating you out, neglected all this time.

i NEED to kiss him it’s making me stupid hjnhjnhjj he’s doing so good!! so patient and generous = w=

Maybe… maybe you feel a little mean right now. :3c

Fu c k. The way Reader asked to watch San cum, leaving Woo behind for the moment, was so hot. I do love some edging, and the fact that Woo has done most of the work and is still being denied, is sooooo… it’s. idk. i love it so much. San even came on him, it’s almost like he’s mocking him and im NORMAL about it i promise (lying).

just fucking screaming rn honestly. it’s so hot how San and Reader work together to get Woo off, even if San is just pinning him in place. Both their attention is on Woo, and he deserves it so much after how well he did =u=

“You’re a damn menace,” you mumble at Wooyoung, who just grins cheekily at you. “Yep,” he agrees proudly.

possibly the most in character thing he’s said yet :’)

both San and Wooyoung appear perfectly comfortable to be shared.

yeah bc theyre fuckin pogchamps. amen

The ending where Reader gets vulnerable in a little bit of a different way (compared to the rest of the chapter) is such a neat little bow, confirming that she is indeed safe and that they take her and her comfort and boundaries seriously, and not just the sexual ones. It’s so sweet :)

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt3

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: what Wooyoung wants, Wooyoung gets.

wc: 8.0k

ch. warnings: dom San, bratty sub Wooyoung, sub/switch-ish reader, threesome with m x m, so much cunnilingus, body worship, biting, marking, finger sucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, cum eating, nipple play, handcuffs (on Wooyoung), light painkink (also Wooyoung), hair pulling, face-sitting, dirty talk, degradation (@ Wooyoung; ‘cockslut’ is used), frottage, masturbation, praise kink, implied subspace, orgasm control / edging, squirting, light dacryphilia, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

After your first night with San and Wooyoung, the ground rules go through a few adjustments. Some are pretty minor, others more… substantial.

Unlike last time, Wooyoung is also here for the conversation; and you’re more than a little distracted by his presence. Your memory keeps replaying the moment of his desperate breakdown to touch you, making you fight a constant itch to rub your thighs together — and judging by the looks Wooyoung gives you? He has his own memories on his mind.

“Wooyoung? Woo? You’re good with this?” San asks. He waves a hand in front of Wooyoung’s face to get his attention, only half jokingly.

“Hm? Yeah yeah. Yes, that’s good,” Wooyoung says, lifting himself from a daze. His voice is tight, not sounding good at all. Like nothing will ever be good again until he has you flat on your back, writhing under his tongue.

“Usually you’re a lot more chatty during a talk like this,” San teases. “Do I need to give you two some alone time?”

Without looking away from you, Wooyoung reaches to grab for San’s hand, like it’s on instinct. He meets Wooyoung halfway, fingers slotting together easily — but instead of jealous or upset, San looks more interested in the eye-fucking that’s happening right in front of him.

And honestly? The hard glint in his eyes is not exactly celibate either.

It only works you up more; the way San keeps biting his lip is almost as distracting as Wooyoung’s heated stare. It definitely is a very different conversation from last time, the air charged with restless excitement — but the end result is similar, leaving you with a rough framework of expectations, but not too many specifics.

…Other than the obvious, of course.

Wooyoung has made one of his intentions all too clear.

This means that when the next night together comes around, you are not in the least surprised to have Wooyoung sitting on a pillow in front of you, nested between your thighs. “Hey,” he says, staring up at you with a crooked grin on his face. “Nice seeing you again.”

“Hi yourself,” you say, slightly breathless already.

You are sitting on the edge of San’s bed, wearing only a simple robe. Wooyoung is on his knees in nothing but fitted boxers — and a pair of handcuffs. Broad strips of soft black leather, connected with a silvery chain.

That last part is a surprise; bondage had come up in passing, but you did not expect it to come out tonight. San had dangled the cuffs in front of Wooyoung earlier, not brokering any protest. Clearly he meant it when he said he did not mind improvising.

“Only your mouth will do, right?” San had told Wooyoung. “Always bragging about that tongue of yours… Are you worried you can’t get her off like this?”

Despite an initial objection, Wooyoung had relented quickly; maybe out of pride, or maybe he was worried that San could snatch you away from him at the last moment. The cuffs’ effect was subtle but instantaneous; a slight daze had drawn across Wooyoung’s face, betraying he was not as adverse to the restrains as he pretended.

So here he is in front of you now, breathtakingly on display. With his arms pulled back by the cuffs, Wooyoung’s chest is opened up to you, smooth tanned skin with dusky pebbled nipples. His eyes stare up at you, burning with a singular goal; to devour you whole.

San stands behind him, a firm hold on the back of Wooyoung’s neck to tilt his head back; offering Wooyoung up to you as much as you are offered up to him. You only need to reach out to touch Wooyoung — finally touch him — and you do just so.

The corner of Wooyoung’s mouth twitches when you lean in. His eyes are drawn to where your robe threatens to fall open, giving him a generous view of your cleavage. The look on his face is dark with hunger, heating your skin, but his eyes snap back to your face when your fingers brush across his cheek. He licks his lips; lips that are already swollen from barely ten minutes ago.

“Now, why don’t we give that pretty mouth a warm-up? Show me you deserve that sweet cunt,” San had told Wooyoung, pulling down the waistband of his grey sweatpants just enough to take out his cock.

And god, Wooyoung had shown him.

He had focused on using his tongue, thick swipes and kitten licks. Never taking San too deep, suckling on the flushed cockhead as he lapped at every drop of precum. All while looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he moaned around San’s cock, making a point of arching his back, prettying himself up for you.

In Wooyoung’s eyes had burned a promise, no, a challenge; will you be able to handle him?

Now you are about to find out.

You continue to slowly map out the striking features of Wooyoung’s face, but your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. You’re pulled in by the discovery of a small freckle that is just begging to be kissed. Just when you are intently contemplating that thought, Wooyoung decides he has had enough of sitting quietly — and he strikes at you with a playful nip at your fingers, sharp teeth grazing against your skin.

“Hey!” Startled, you pull your hand back, pouting at Wooyoung for rudely interrupting your exploration of his pretty face.

“Careful, Woo,” San warns, yanking him back by the hair.

Wooyoung hisses, his teeth digging into the freckle you had so admired. “Sorry,” he says with a laugh, not sounding sorry at all. “I only bite the people I like, promise.”

Standing behind Wooyoung, San’s dominant role breaks for a split moment; he makes a face as though to say, “That’s a fair point, actually.”

“Come,” Wooyoung says, nodding his chin to beckon your hand back to him. “Let me show you.”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow — but it’s hard to resist the blatant hunger in Wooyoung’s stare. Cautiously, you reach for him once again… and your breath hitches when he closes his lips around two of your fingers, sucking eagerly at the digits. He works on them with the same fervent enthusiasm as he had San’s dick, his eyes fluttering shut as he groans around your fingers. His nimble tongue gives you a direct preview of what is waiting for you, curling around your fingers and flicking sharply.

A quiet whine escapes you, the wet heat of Wooyoung’s mouth searing straight through your body, into your waiting cunt. Wooyoung’s eyes open with a flash of triumph, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

Slowly he releases your fingers, a thin string of saliva connecting them to his glistening lips. You use those fingers to draw a line along the sharpness of his jawline, smearing his face as you cup his cheek. Wooyoung moans at the mess you’re making of him; his shoulders jerk sharply, trying to move his arms despite the cuffs around his wrists.

He is beautiful like this, bound and left to the whims of you and San, but still you can’t help a needy moan at the way his hands strain to touch you back.

San grins when he notices, and softly tuts at you. “Patience. The cuffs don’t go off until he’s earned it.” He runs a rough hand through Wooyoung’s hair, pushing his head down.

Wooyoung stares up at you through messy bangs, a dangerous grin on his face. “You’re greedy,” he chides, but from him it sounds like a compliment. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get you there with or without my fingers inside that needy pussy of yours.”

“…Prove it.”

Your demand slips out quietly but resolute. You are done waiting, and start to open your robe. “Don’t,” San interrupts. “He can do that himself. Unpack your present, Woo.”

“Gladly,” he scoffs. “If you’re trying to piss me off, that move won’t work.”

San’s fingers tighten in Wooyoung’s hair, giving it a small tug. “It’s not about you. Right now, it is all about her and that pretty cunt she’s generous enough to let you touch. Don’t forget it, unless you want to get in real trouble.”

Wooyoung whines at the pull, his eyes scrunching shut with a shudder. Your breath shallows at how responsive he is, and then San loosens his hold on Wooyoung enough to let him shuffle closer, crowding into your space. He leaves the robe alone at first, satisfied to simply nuzzle his face at where the garment starts to fall open naturally.

“So soft…” he groans, inhaling deeply against your chest. “All soft and warm for me…”

You shiver when hot breath falls on your skin, followed by a light brush of his lips. Your arms loosely encircle his shoulders to pull him closer, where your hand meets with San’s in Wooyoung’s hair. San makes room for you, covering your hand with his as your fingers entwine in the soft strands of Wooyoung’s red hair; silent encouragement to pull and move his head just as you like.

But you are curious what Wooyoung will do when left to his own devices, anticipation of the unknown stoking a fire between your thighs.

Wooyoung bends down to bite at the sash of your robe, staring up at you with an intense gaze. Slowly he pulls until the loose knot falls away, at which he drops the sash with an eager moan, nudging the fabric aside so he can press open-mouth kisses on your nipples, your sternum, your stomach, anywhere within reach. Sucking and nibbling as he luxuriates in the curves of your body, taking his time with you but clearly trailing downward towards his intended goal.

You whimper shakily, arms tightening around Wooyoung while he steadily builds up the gentle sparks in your stomach to sharp jolts of pleasure.

At first you think he is teasing — and perhaps he was, but Wooyoung grows more and more aggressive in his worship of you, shameless and noisy. He bites and laps greedily at your skin, tongue dipping into your belly button, sucking hungry bruises into the soft fold of your stomach. His head blocks your view of his crotch, but the way his hips twitch tell you he must be getting hard, if he isn’t already, and rapidly losing self-control.

You squirm at the thought, impatience testing your own self-control, making your fingers clench tighter in Wooyoung’s hair.

“You sure are taking your time, Woo,” San observers similarly, just when Wooyoung’s teeth sink into your plush thigh and you gasp at the sharp sting. “Don’t you think you’re neglecting that sweet pussy? Went on and on about how you want to fuck your tongue into that tight cunt until she cums on your face, drown yourself in her wet slick until you pass out. Told me you’ll make her squirt — are you going to prove that you can, or are you all talk?”

“F-fuck,” you whine, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress behind you, arching into Wooyoung’s insatiable mouth.

“Never rush a quality meal,” he says, voice hoarse. “Gonna savour this. Every second, every drop.”

Wooyoung leaves more bites on your thigh, moving up, up — only to switch to the other side just when his nose brushes against your aching cunt, glistening with arousal. Now you know he is teasing.

“C’mon, Wooyoung…” you complain, his name comes out in a breathy moan. You try and pull him to where you really want him, canting your hips to lure him in, but Wooyoung is stubborn and resists. He groans in protest, only suckling harder at the sensitive, bruised patches of skin he’s created. Your legs fall open as far as they can go, lower lips parting for Wooyoung in invitation. You can’t wait, not a moment longer; so you hold on a little harder onto Wooyoung’s hair, nails grazing his scalp, and yank.

Instantly, Wooyoung’s breath stutters and his hips jerk forward, arms straining against his cuffs. “Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, muffled against your cunt. You pull again, and he whines even louder. “That’s it, baby, take whatever you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you everything, gonna be so good for you,” he babbles, brow scrunched in pleasure at your rough treatment of him.

His tongue darts out, lightly, like he plans to tease you again — but he curses at the slickness he finds, his last shred of restraint broken. He licks up a long, wet stripe up to your clit, whining against the sensitive nub when you shudder and moan, only more arousal gushing forth.

“All for me?” he rasps. “Fuck, I knew this would be a tasty pussy. Could tell just by looking at you. Not gonna waste a fucking drop, I can stay right here all night if I have to.”

San makes a sound of approval as Wooyoung finally begins to eat you out in earnest, but otherwise he stays quiet; remaining an observer to how Wooyoung rapidly dismantles your lucidity. San’s free hand drifts down to his cock, still hard from getting sucked off earlier.

“That’s enough,” he had told Wooyoung back then, pulling him off his cock before he came too close. “Go get your meal.”

Now San slowly fucks into his hand, sharp eyes watching with burning interest how Wooyoung gets lost between your thighs. Tongue delving deeper and deeper, thrusting inside your leaking cunt while his nose rubs up against your clit. You were right; the slope of his nose is perfect for grinding on, a fact you enthusiastically take advantage of.

With Wooyoung’s warm, eager mouth on your cunt, the pressure in your lower abdomen builds up almost embarrassingly fast. Your hips rock into him harder and his arms jerk in response, instinctively trying to use his restrained hands. You whimper, already balancing on the edge.

San, however, is not impressed with Wooyoung’s performance. “Think you can do more, Woo.” (More? Is he trying to kill you?) “That tongue is one of the few things you’re good for, I know you can do better with it. Really make her squirm.” (Fuck, he is trying to kill you. Fuck.)

Wooyoung lets out a choked, muffled groan against your cunt, vibrating through you.

“Then again… it has been a long time since you last had any pussy,” San continues, casual in his musing. “Might be out of practice. Do you even remember where to find her clit, hm? Or have you gotten that rusty?”

Immediately Wooyoung proves that he remembers exactly; switching from his vigorous tongue-fucking to sucking on your clit with equal aggression. You mewl at the sharp licks and suction, shaking as you fall back on your elbow, accidentally pulling hard on Wooyoung’s hair — but he revels in it, moaning louder between the obscenely noisy sounds of his lips and tongue dragging you to the brink.

“See? That’s better, isn’t it? There I almost thought you’re nothing but a cockslut but you are just as whipped for pussy, aren’t you?” San says, dispassionately, and Wooyoung almost sobs at his words.

(San can’t fool you though; maybe Wooyoung can’t see it, but you do see the way his hand speeds up around his hard length, thick beads of precum leaking from the flushed tip.)

“Does he feel good, baby? Is my little cockslut making you feel good?” San asks you, but words fail you, breath catching in your throat in a pathetic whine. Your back arches, pelvis pushing into Wooyoung’s mouth even as your hand pulls him in closer. “I suppose that is a yes,” San grins. “Wooyoung should thank you, for allowing him such a treat.”

Wooyoung groans between your thighs, but that is not enough for San.

“I said,” he growls, covering your hand in Wooyoung’s hair with his own, overpowering you to pull the redhead back, “Wooyoung should thank you.”

“A-ah! Thank you, thankyou,” Wooyoung keens, in a ravenous and desperate scramble to get his mouth back on you. “Please, I need more,” he whines, struggling against his cuffs, “need her to cum on my tongue, please, fuck, please, let me— I gotta—”

He almost falls forward when San suddenly releases him again, but Wooyoung does not miss a beat, right back to slurping at your juices.

Your vision starts to blur and for a moment you don’t understand why, until a tear escapes your lashes, trailing down your cheek. You blink the rest away, desperate to see; to see Wooyoung as he devours you, to see San as he gets himself off to the sight of Wooyoung getting you off.

That is where your eyes linger; your mind is growing hazy, your thoughts slow like syrup as Wooyoung takes apart your sanity. But your mouth waters at the sight of San’s hand around his hard cock, and one thought does come through loud and clear.

Although the conversation before all this had focused on you and Wooyoung, it’s not like you and San was taken off the table…

Even if you could just lend him a hand… or a mouth… or even your cunt, after Wooyoung has his fill. Maybe you’d be too sensitive by then, worn out from Wooyoung’s voracious worship of your pussy; you would flutter and throb around San’s thick length as he took you, but god it’d be worth every sweet ache.

It does not take San long to notice you, lost in a complete daze and openly checking him out. “You are greedy,” he says, grin sharpening. “You already have Wooyoung’s mouth, you want my cock too?” He licks his lips. “Maybe next time, hm? Let Wooyoung have his fun now.”

Next time.

The promise courses through you like fire, right down to your weeping cunt — where Wooyoung twitches at the realisation that your attention has drifted to San instead of him. His mouth detaches from your clit with a wet noise, and he bites at your thigh, harder than before.

“Ah—!” You hiss at the sudden sting, and roughly pull at Wooyoung’s hair without even thinking, forcing him back to where you need him. “D-don’t stop, fuck, don’t—”

Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He does not stop, not this time, satisfied to have your full attention back. You struggle to gasp for breath, scrambling to hold Wooyoung in place when his nose bumps against your clit just right; and he is all too happy to let you grind against him, enthusiastically thrusting his tongue in your cunt.

“That’s right,” he grunts between thrusts. “Use me, that’s what I’m here for. Break my fucking nose if you want, I don’t fucking care. Wanna taste how you cream right on my tongue, c’mon, baby, come on.”

You can’t do anything but grant his request. You dangled at the edge for so long, the fall is hard when you finally tip over, electricity surging through you. Your thighs tremble as they lock around Wooyoung’s head, toes curling as they dig into his back. You cum with a strangled sob, helplessly falling back onto the bed, hips still undulating to chase the sparks that course all the way through every nerve ending in your body.

Wooyoung curses as he laps at you, making good on all his promises not to waste a single drop. He stays on you for what feels like forever, until the high of your orgasm tilts over into needling oversensitivity. He ignores the way you begin to squirm and whine, forcing you to physically push him away. Still he groans in protest, not wanting to part with your cunt just yet.

“Sit on my face,” he gasps, the words slurred. “I’m not done here, please, wanna feel you, wanna drown in that wet pussy, ride my fucking face until I can’t breathe, please, fuck please.”

Your cunt is still twitching from the aftershocks, yet there is not even a moment’s doubt in your mind. “Yes, fuck,” you say breathlessly, then look up to lock eyes with San. “Don’t you dare shut this one down,” you threaten, only half-joking. You will not have a repeat from last time.

San’s dominant front cracks at the dead-serious expression on your face, forcing him to stifle a laugh. “Alright, alright, I won’t dare,” he grins. “You know what? I’ll even give Wooyoung a little reward.”

He crouches down to undo the leather cuffs, and you startle when Wooyoung immediately lunges forward to grab two handfuls of your sides and yanks you towards him. His tongue drags across your sensitive folds for one more swipe, drawing a long whine from you, and only then does he let you scoot back. The expression on his face is dark, an unhinged shadow hiding behind the glitter of his eyes; Wooyoung is nowhere near done with you yet.

It takes a moment of shuffling around, but soon you have discarded your robe and Wooyoung is lying flat on the bed, where his hands make up for lost time as he grabs and kneads at your thighs and waist, impatiently pulling you further up from his chest to where he really wants you.

You move slowly, not to tease Wooyoung, but because you are still shaky from earlier — and San’s hand on the small of your back does not help. It is a relatively innocent gesture; San is only helping you to stay balanced, but the warmth of his large palm and slight coarseness of his fingertips is incredibly distracting.

You can’t linger for too long on thoughts of how his hand might feel on different parts of your body; Wooyoung is ready and waiting. His eyes peek up from underneath you with a bright glint, his fingers digging encouragingly into your legs.

“Go as hard as you want,” he purrs, rubbing his nose through your soaked folds. “Just enjoy the ride. I know I will.”

And with that, Wooyoung is right back on you like he never left. No teasing this time, no drawn-out bites at your thighs. Just his hungry mouth on your cunt, where you can feel his grin.

You hiss out a curse when he starts to whip his head up and down, and you grab onto your knees to brace yourself. This position lets you move more freely than before and Wooyoung smoothly coaxes you into a steady rhythm, your breath coming in small moans and sharp gasps.

Somehow it’s all more intense this way, more exposed. You are extremely aware of San’s eyes on you, watching how your chest heaves, how your thighs clench with the effort to fuck yourself on Wooyoung’s face. Wooyoung is even noisier now, every groan shooting right through you, his tongue leading your pace as he eats you out, forever insatiable. Like a man trying to quench his thirst with seawater, every drop of your juices only rousing Wooyoung’s appetite further.

Your eyes clench shut, still sensitive from before but also unable to stop from seeking out more. Wooyoung groans against you, spurred on by your need of him. You vaguely hear San shuffle around but you are too focused on trying to keep pace, on not collapsing against Wooyoung completely as rekindled tendrils of hot pleasure weave through your veins.

You jolt when a new hand suddenly touches your waist, but then another joins in to steady you. Your eyes fly open and turn your head, only to see San right behind you. He has taken off his sweats, now entirely naked, and there is a distinct hardness poking at your back.

“Relax,” he says, and runs a soothing hand up and down your side as he presses up against you, chest flush against your back.

You do relax; San is warm and solid behind you, a strong reassuring presence, and his soothing touch perfect for melting into. With a soft shudder you sink into his broad chest, the messy swirl of your hips stabilising to a languid roll now that San has his arms wrapped around you.

“There you go,” San murmurs, kissing your shoulder. One of his hands stays on your waist, keeping you steady, but the other traverses up to palm your breast, thumb teasing at your nipple. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” you sigh out, starting to feel a little dazed. The world slows down around you, zooming in on just this moment, this place, with your fingers sliding into Wooyoung’s hair while San presses his lips to your shoulder again, firmer this time. Your back arches when he squeezes your breast, and your ass pushes back — right against his thick, hard cock.

San sucks in a sharp breath, surging forward when you moan encouragingly. Moving against you in an unhurried but persistent rut, inadvertently setting the pace of Wooyoung mouthing at your leaking cunt.

Like before, Wooyoung does not agree with having your attention divided. He huffs an audible breath, redoubling his efforts — something you had not thought possible. His loud moans have to be on purpose, the vibrations like shockwaves to your nervous system, and he nudges his head forward with every roll of your hips, dragging his nose against your clit at a toe-curling angle.

You whine and shudder, shakily clinging tighter onto San. He is all too eager to provide you an anchor, leisurely biting and sucking at your neck while he plays with your tits, alternating between them. He is slow and thorough with his touches, with his open-mouthed kisses, his restraint a dizzying contrast to the desperate, sloppy mess that Wooyoung is making.

The way you cling tighter onto San inflames Wooyoung’s efforts all over again. With a sob, you scramble to grab onto San’s shoulder, nails digging in to stay upright while Wooyoung eats you out like a starved animal. San hisses, hips bucking in approval, and Wooyoung groans against you in response.

You are drowning and floating all at once, trapped in an unending feedback loop of pleasure. It does not take long for you to fall apart, helplessly gyrating between their two bodies; the steadiness of San’s strong hold and his dick fitted snugly between your ass cheeks; the unhinged frenzy of Wooyoung’s mouth. You cry out as you cum again, harder than the last time — and again, Wooyoung does not let up, eagerly lapping at your release.

“F-fuck, Wooyoung…” you whine, pulling at his hair. But you do not pull him away, letting him savour you while you ride out your high, prolonged by every greedy swipe of his tongue.

San curses lowly, his hand leaving your breast to reach down, down. “Wanna feel…” he grunts, pressing his hips harder against your ass. “Such a good girl for us, let me feel what a mess you made…”

You can’t help but whimper in response to the pet name, and San’s teeth scrape against your neck between kisses.

Finally San’s hand reaches your cunt, bumping into Wooyoung’s nose when two fingers slide through your sodden folds — but you can’t enjoy his touch for long… not when Wooyoung bites at San’s thumb, hard enough to leave a mark.

San grunts roughly as he snatches his hand back, his mouth detaching from the column of your neck.

“Mine,” Wooyoung mumbles, and there is a dark, possessive glint in his eyes as he nuzzles at your clit. “This pussy’s all mine today.” He goes back to suctioning his lips around the swollen nub like nothing happened, but San’s face hardens.

“Nobody taught you how to share, Woo?” he asks sharply, but Wooyoung ignores him completely; a clear answer all the same. “Fine. If you want to be like that, it can be like that.”

San tips your chin up with his bitten hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek that is at odds with the storm brewing in his eyes. “You did so well,” he praises you, almost in accusation towards Wooyoung. “You can go for a little longer, can’t you? I’ll be right here.”

He starts to move away, a realisation that jolts through you with alarm. Trapped in a foggy daze, you instinctively whine and grab onto San, unwilling to untangle from him, destabilised without his arms around you. San’s eyes widen just slightly at your desperation to stay attached.

“What’s this, can’t go a moment without me?” he teases, pressing a few more kisses in the crook of your shoulder. “I won’t be far — how about we turn you around, hm? Let you watch while I handle Wooyoung.”

(Wooyoung grunts at the mention of his name, but it is a suspiciously excited sound.)

Watch San? Be the rapt audience to whatever he is planning? The thought sparks excitement, enough to blunt the edge off your needy desperation. Shakily, you nod your head. “Y-yeah. I want to watch.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, patting your ass. He starts to move again, and this time you let him.

You expected Wooyoung to protest when San helps lift you off his face, but he tentatively allows you to part from him long enough to turn around. It gives you time to take the sharpest edge off your overly sensitive body; especially when Wooyoung’s hands rub up and down your thighs once you’re settled back down. You can’t be sure if it’s intentional, but the light drag of his fingernails is strangely soothing, avoiding the patches of skin he marked so aggressively.

San is still right there, tipping up your chin to meet his eyes. “Just watch me, okay?” he reminds you, his gaze intent.

You hum in acknowledgement, sinking back into a feverish haze as Wooyoung descends on you once again. The angles are different like this, and he kisses at your clit with wet noises, flicking his tongue in a rapid, tight pattern that has you fighting for breath, while his nose nudges shallowly at your entrance.

And right in front of you, you can see how San lifts Wooyoung’s hips so he can strip off his boxers, where a dark stain is clearly visible in the crotch. Wooyoung’s dick smacks wetly against his stomach, so hard and flushed that it looks painful — just from eating you out, neglected all this time.

“Now,” San says in a low, clipped voice, “you’re real damn lucky, Woo. Need you to make our sweet girl feel good, so a proper punishment will have to wait for later. For now… you want her all to yourself so bad? Let’s give you some extra incentive to do what you’re good for.”

He sits across Wooyoung’s thighs, one leg on each side, and wraps one hand tightly around the base of Wooyoung’s leaking cock. Wooyoung whines, trying to move his hips but San has him pinned down. Your breath catches in a sharp moan as you watch wide-eyed how San rocks forward, using his free hand to rub his own hard length up against Wooyoung’s.

Entranced, you stare at how the two cocks slide against each other, precum mingling. Wooyoung’s is long with pretty veins, whereas San’s is more of a blunt instrument, thicker with just a slight curve — both equally mouth-watering in their own way. (“Next time,” San had promised you.)

Wooyoung groans a curse against you, his whines loud even muffled by your wet heat. Your hips swirl harder in response, and you moan wantonly as his pleasure reverberates through you — and his frustration too.

Because San is coldly calculated with his strokes, always careful to make sure Wooyoung is just shy of that final edge he needs.

“F-fuck, San, are—” Wooyoung whimpers when he catches on, his fingers digging harder into your thighs. “Are you—”

“You’re not cumming until she does.”

“She already—!”

“Again,” San cuts in, squeezing the base of Wooyoung’s cock tighter. He makes a noise of disappointment. “Going on and on about drowning in that sweet pussy, but it’s all forgotten the moment your own pleasure is on the line. Selfish, Woo. Is that all you really care about? Blowing your own load?”

You moan weakly, hips shifting against Wooyoung’s tight hold, trying to find his mouth again — and that is what snaps Wooyoung back into it.

“Fuck, don’t you listen to Sannie,” he groans, and sharply sucks at your clit with a lewd sound. “No way I’d forget about you.”

You can’t even be sure whether he’s talking to you or your cunt, and with the way he tongues at the latter? Who the fuck even cares? He can sing a whole damn serenade to your pussy every day of the week if he wants, recite poetry the whole night through; either way, you get everything your body craves for.

Well… Your eyes drift back to San.

Maybe not everything.

The thought crosses your mind, exactly when you are also struck by a distinct advantage to this position; all you have to do is lean forward to press your palms against Wooyoung’s chest, his dark nipples pebbled invitingly. He groans when you scratch lightly across his skin, his hot breath shuddering against your clit. You are tempted to keep going but…

But Wooyoung did deprive you of San’s firm body pressed flush against yours, and his slow, dedicated kisses. Maybe you should not forgive Wooyoung that part so quickly.

Maybe… maybe you feel a little mean right now.

(And a memory of one of Wooyoung’s kinks floats up into your mind, giving you the perfect outlet.)

“Hngh!”

Futilely, Wooyoung’s hips jerk upwards against San’s weight when you pinch at his nipple.

“Oh?” San grins, lips curling in approval. “Looks like someone agrees you deserve a little punishment, Woo. You made her very unhappy.”

Wooyoung moans loudly at the sting, his back arching into your touch. Suckling harder at your cunt, like he is only spurred on by the pain. “She won’t be unhappy for long,” he groans lowly, almost inaudible from underneath you. “Not after I’m done with her.”

Still, his noises get more and more desperate as San continues to edge him, mewling every time you tease at his flushed chest and play with his sensitive nipples. He groans in frustration every time you shift your hips in a way that breaks his rhythm, refusing to let him make you cum just to draw out his torment.

But despite his undeterred enthusiasm, eager to rise the challenge, you hesitate when his moans get just a little weaker. He starts to sound tired, and instead of grinding into him, you instinctively try to shift away out of genuine concern for his oxygen supply.

Wooyoung gives you no chance, yanking you back. “Stay right the fuck here,” he growls.

“Wooyoung, you’re— I don’t want to—”

His teeth sink into your inner thigh, warning you not to move an inch. “I’ll tap out when it’s too much,” he gasps against you. “Promise. Don’t you fucking move — you’re close, aren’t you? Fuck, I can tell, you’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my face. Just let me finish you off, hm? Sit back down, want you right here when you cum. I’ll have you creaming on my tongue in no time, just let me—”

It’s like Wooyoung is hit by some kind of second wind. Immediately he puts proof to promises, introducing his thumb to your clit. Working the digit in perfect tandem with his clever tongue, luring you back into rocking your hips in tune with his fanatical pace.

“Fuck,” you gasp, jaw falling slack. Shit, message received. Wooyoung is fine, no need to worry about him, not when you are the one whimpering and struggling to stay upright.

Your thighs tremble almost painfully; you try to hold out, to keep drawing out Wooyoung’s denial for as long as you can, but deep down you already know you won’t last. Your cunt clenches with every sweeping lick of pleasure that Wooyoung sends through it, a fire stoked by the view in front of you.

San’s teeth are gritted, a drop of sweat running down his temple. His rhythm is less controlled by now, slowly devolving into a mindless rut against Wooyoung’s twitching cock. The slick sound of skin against skin is almost as loud as Wooyoung’s mouth between your legs, and the coil inside you tightens and tightens, inevitable no matter how hard you try to scramble away from the edge. You give into it; your resolve to tease Wooyoung any longer is overriden by your own desperation for release.

You speed up your hips, grinding into Wooyoung while bracing yourself on his chest. He moans when you thumb at his nipples again, his pelvis bucking against San. The motion draws your eyes back to San’s hand; not large enough to wrap around two cocks at once but enough to guide his movements as he jerks himself off against Wooyoung.

San notices you watching, and gnaws at his bottom lip as it curves into a grin. “Look at you, you greedy thing,” he says. “Came twice and still want more, don’t you? Tell me what you need, hm?”

“Wanna watch you cum,” you blurt out without even thinking, “please. Wanna see…”

He sucks in a breath. “Anything you want, baby,” San promises, and he releases Wooyoung’s cock, who whines so loud you can’t tell if it’s relief or desperation. San strokes himself with purpose, his thumb playing against his leaking slit, and it only takes a few expert twists of his fist before he groans, pained bliss contorting his face.

Long ropes of cum spill across Wooyoung’s stomach, even a few spurts all the way up to his chest, and his whines morph into a low moan as the hot seed hits his skin. He squirms when San lazily gathers some on his fingers, spreading the sticky whiteness around.

Then San lifts his hand and offers his glistening fingers to you, an offer you eagerly accept.

“Oh? Wooyoung isn’t the only hungry one, I see,” San teases when you messily slurp around his fingers, swirling your tongue to get a proper taste of him.

You can only moan in response; another high builds up inside your aching, sensitive cunt, climbing and climbing. It is gradual but unstoppable, drawn forth by Wooyoung’s persuasive fingers and insatiable tongue. You scramble for something to hold onto — and find Wooyoung’s hand. He grabs onto you, your fingers intertwined while his other thumb presses against your clit with dogged persistence. Pressure mounts, deep inside your throbbing cunt, until you shatter under its weight.

Your broken sobs are muffled by San’s fingers, drool spilling past your lips and onto your chin. San watches you, fixated on your pleasure, intensifying the depth of your climax. A hot wet release spews out from your core, wrenched from deep inside you, and Wooyoung moans in unexpected delight as you gush onto his waiting tongue. This time Wooyoung does take it easier on your trembling body, languid strokes of his tongue as he has his fill of you. He coaxes out as much as he can, until you are shuddering and spent above him.

San slides his fingers from your mouth when you quiet down, then helps you lift yourself off Wooyoung to slump onto the bed. Gently, San puts a hand on your neck to tip up your chin, and there is a proud gleam in his eyes while he brushes his thumb just underneath your jaw.

“I think Wooyoung did enough to prove himself, don’t you?” he murmurs, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Do you want to keep watching, or help me out with him?”

“Hm, help,” you sigh, without hesitation. Wooyoung makes a needy sound in response, and you turn to look at him.

He is a mess, swollen lips parted as he pants for breath. His nose and lower half of his face glazed with your juices, while his hair and forehead are matted with sweat. His eyes are unfocused, his hand still clenched tightly around yours. But he chuckles weakly when he sees you take in his dishevelled state.

“Yeah?” he asks with a tired grin, a glint returning to his eyes. “Made you feel good?”

Rather than give your answer in words, you hold eye-contact with Wooyoung as you bend forward. His cock is flushed dark and achingly hot in your hand, and Wooyoung whimpers a soft sob when you press a kiss on the leaking tip. Neglected and then edged, Wooyoung squirms at even the lightest touch, his breath hitching as tears quickly begin to form in his eyes.

You take mercy on him, sinking down on him with your mouth, relishing his snivelled moan when you hollow your cheeks. His nails dig into your hand and his hips jerk upward — but San is still there, pinning him down. Leaving Wooyoung with no choice but to writhe helplessly while you take him deeper until he nudges at your gag reflex, where you swallow around his cockhead.

“Ahhhhh fuck fuck fuck,” Wooyoung hisses, stuttering a long string of curses, interjected by whiny calls of your name. It does not take any time at all before thick tears roll down his cheeks, his voice caught in a choked up cry when he finally cums, convulsing under San’s strong hands. Heat sparks in your lower abdomen at the sight of Wooyoung’s wretched state, even with your body as worn out as it is, and you moan contentedly as his hot seed hits your throat.

Eagerly, you swallow it down as much as you can. A little bit spills past your lips, dribbling down your chin, but San is happy to wipe it up with a thumb and suck it off himself.

Wooyoung starts to push at you, his release quickly tilting over to overstimulation, and again you take mercy. With a decadent smack, you detach your lips from his cock, still half-hard and glistening.

The look in Wooyoung’s hazy eyes as he stares up at you is pure reverence, and he tugs at you to come lay down by his side.

You don’t fight it, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once now that everyone has had their dues. So you let Wooyoung cuddle up to you as you lie on your back, his arm and leg thrown across your body.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Wooyoung mumbles into your shoulder. “Abso-fucking-lutely spectacular.”

“And you are still drunk on pussy,” you giggle, but the praise warms your skin nonetheless.

“Hm. Maybe,” he says. “Doesn’t change facts.”

San chuckles fondly and runs an affectionate hand through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair. “You alright? Both of you?”

Wooyoung lifts his head up to look at San, like the stars are hung in his eyes. “You’re incredible too,” he grins, and you nod staunchly, humming your agreement.

You swear San’s smile turns shy, though he shakes his head like he’s dealing with a pair of incorrigible scamps. “That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”

“’m fine,” Wooyoung says. “Fucking amazing. Gimmi a minute and I can run a marathon.”

“Sure you can,” San indulges him, giving you a quick wink. He gets a washcloth to clean you up, mindful to ask permission first even though you’d given the okay beforehand. The okay still stands; especially with the pleasant ache that has spread through your body, making you loathe to even move an inch.

“God, I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” you groan, wincing despite how careful San is while dabbing at your thighs, bruised from Wooyoung’s… enthusiastic worship. “You’re a damn menace,” you mumble at Wooyoung, who just grins cheekily at you.

“Yep,” he agrees proudly.

San sighs and shakes his head. “Seriously, you really do have a sharp set of teeth on you, Woo. I still can’t believe you bit me like that,” he pouts, lifting up his thumb to show off the faded indents.

Wooyoung’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, was it that hard? Sorry sorry. Got carried away,” he laughs awkwardly, taking San’s thumb to press a light apologetic kiss on the mark. Then his grin returns, bold and mischievous, “But uh, didn’t you say something about a proper punishment?”

San rolls his eyes, and leans forward to land a soft bite right on the top of Wooyoung’s head in retaliation. “Really? You’re saying you’re good to go again?” he asks incredulously, and Wooyoung just shrugs. He really did bounce back quickly this time, almost as energetic again as he was at the start.

“How about you?” San asks, returning to his task of cleaning you up.

God, these two men really are committed to proving they’ll be the death of you, aren’t they? “Give me a minute and I’m good… to watch,” you say, finding a compromise between your depleted body and the interest sparked between your sore, aching thighs.

But San’s moping over Wooyoung’s bite has you thinking; both of them have adapted so smoothly to this new avenue in their sex lives. At no point have you ever detected any jealousy about adding a third person in the bedroom; the only act of possessiveness had been about you. Meanwhile, both San and Wooyoung appear perfectly comfortable to be shared.

“Have you guys ever done something like this before? Threesomes?” you ask curiously. You do know that the voyeurism aspect was new to Wooyoung, but maybe he’s had other experiences?

“San has,” Wooyoung says, tracing absent-minded circles around a bite he left on your stomach.

“Oh?”

San shrugs his shoulders. “I teamed up a few times with a friend, back when I was more active in the BDSM community. Domming together. It’s been a while though.”

“Oh?” Now there certainly is an interesting image.

“I was in an open relationship before,” Wooyoung chimes in again, before you have a chance to get nosy about San’s friend, “but things never, you know, overlapped. Not like this.”

‘Not like this’?

But… what is this?

You can’t help it; you tense up. Wooyoung said ‘relationship’; a word with a broad variety of meanings, with many potential layers to it — but most people narrow it down to one specific kind, especially in connection to sex.

How do San and Wooyoung see this one, with you?

You remember it clearly, the first time you heard of the term ‘aromantic’; it was like a gear clicking into place. It brought clarity to what always felt like a gap between you and the majority of people around you. The solution to a strange mystery of misunderstandings.

You like San and Wooyoung very much, you really do. There is a connection that isn’t contained to a casual hook-up. But depending on what expectations they have, now or in the future, you might not match those — and that makes you a little fidgety. It’s not a failing on your part, you know that, but other people don’t always see it that way.

San notices that you’re sinking away in your own thoughts, and gently nudges you back into his bedroom, back to him and Wooyoung. “Hey. Tell me what’s happening.”

You hesitate, a little embarrassed about how presumptuous some of those thoughts are. For all you know, they don’t think about you like that at all — and maybe never will. All your worries could be completely unnecessary. “Yeah no, it’s not…”

‘Not important’ you are about to say, but you swallow down the words. San always encourages you to be open about boundaries; he has to mean those in a non-sexual context as well, right?

“Okay,” you say, sitting up straight to gather yourself. “So, I really don’t want to make assumptions about how you guys see this going forward, but if this” — you vaguely gesture to the messy sheets on the bed — “becomes a regular thing, then maybe we should talk about some ground rules outside the bedroom too.”

“Yeah, of course,” San says, brow furrowed lightly. He immediately takes it as seriously as you suspected he would, but you still feel a relieved lightness in your chest to have it confirmed.

Wooyoung sits up as well, curious for what else you have to say. “Sure, makes sense,” he says; another confirmation that this is a safe space, and that you are in safe hands. You take a breath, and continue on.

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Of Monsters and men

Cw: mentions of injury (brief), one innuendo joke.

Summary: hiding as Jones the human,Strife finds himself in the city of Haven (a maker tree that accepts human refugees). And when his sister appears with their shared partner in toe,the horseman decides to woo them even if it blows his cover to smithereens.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Tall and mighty does the maker tree stand, proud and blossoming Like spring warmed over the apocaliptic wasteland. What a beautiful sight to behold,a bastion, a Haven for humans, gorgeous.

At least thats what Jerico thought,Fury didnt pay it any mind. In fact,she Banters with Ulthane and accepts the offer of helping humans reach the sanctuary Merely for the fact that the maker can improve her weapons. Honestly she zoned out,especially when the watcher started talking....

Its surprising the rider even allows a human,Jones,to talk back to her like he did. But her companion cant help but find a striking resemblace of Strife in the survivor. He sounds just like him.

Regardless,Jeri has met Ulthane before,Back when she was a teen, thats why he pulls them into a hug that has fury scowling And complaining about how they "seemed to know every being in existence"

--Wee crow,what company y'keep--Teased the maker,tightening his hug with appreciation

--Hah! I promise you shes not all that bad--Deep fondness in their voice,they pull away briefly and they grin from ear to ear. The rider lets out a soft "im still here"

--How you've been keepin'? Last I saw ye ya barely reached my chest!

The woman rolled her eyes--I still reach your chest,Ulthane. Dont be a dick about it.

The maker roared with laughter--Apologies,Love. But its good to see ya,yer always welcome 'ere... --he squints at fury with a bit of annoyance-- even if that horselady trots behind ye

Jeri playfully hits the arm of the Man,giggling along to the joke. She also doesnt seem to hear the soft steps approaching her and her friend--Shes made a bad impression,Has she?

--Very much so--Jumps in Jones,face covered by this rusty Orange hood that goes nicely with his brown skin. Now up close they can notice the sharp, angled features,a large scar on his right brow and a thick beard--She doesnt seem...Like an ideal travel companion

The keeper of secrets blinks,getting lost in the Mans brown eyes for just a moment--Hah, uhm. Yeah-- she shakes her head a little and he Snickers-- Sorry, shes just very prickly

--She is a whole Rose bush--Joked the Man with this cheeky,smug smile like he wants nothing more to make her smile.

They giggled, finding that his natural charm takes root in them-- Ah you know what they say,every Rose has its thorn

--Perhaps-- he agreed,eyeing fury who seems to be Burning a hole through his head with a deathly glare-- Hm,I believe you and yer companion must leave buuuuut...come by sometime -- theres a slight twang in his voice, a certain skipping to his Gs and he tops off his words by kissing her knuckles and winking.

Jeri's face turns Pink,she grins and nodds along--Hm,with a gentleman like you how could I resist?

--I aim to please -- Jone adds with a slight innuendo in his voice,he couldnt help himself really.

They laughed before fury snatched their wrist and dragged them along with her, grumbling under her breath as the human does a small bow with yet another wink to just...stoke the Fire.

Fury yanked the keeper of secrets out into the very entrance of the maker tree, wrapping one arm around their waist in this possesive manner with a scowl that could have Death quaking in his boots.

--I do not understand why you insist on mingling with these...--She begins,trying to find a Word that isnt that derogatory but ultimately failing

They sighed under their breath,annoyance bubbling in their chest as they recall their lover calling humans "Pitiful hairless apes".-- Watch your mouth,fury. Lest you forget I was once human too..

Fury falters for a moment her lip quivers as words dont seem to find her, shes forgotten such fact for humans dont live milennia like jeri has done. She reaches for them and say --My dear I...

--I'll be looking for Wrath,ill tell you if I find anything--Thats all they say before they squat and then kick up in flight, bursting into a cloud of crows that angrily fly through the air and into the near horizon.

The rider sighs,her hand falling limp--Damn it all...

--not to intrude, mistress, but I do believe we should follow-- Comes the voice of the Watcher,bad timing it has.

--Very well--she answers,turning to where her beloved went and following along with this low hanging gaze as guilt begins to eat her from the inside.

Meanwhile,Jones stands quietly as hes seen the whole exchange from his place at the maker tree,his face contorted into dissapointment . He excuses himself and goes to the upper bedding arrangements, walking past other survivors who are unaware of the riders visit.

He goes up to the low canopy that has him jumping up branches and wooden ledges for some peace of mind, he sits there hidden between the foliage And turns his gaze to the dark cloud of feathers,greyed out eyes,beaks And sharp talons.

Breeze blows away his hood,his hair pushed back in a sort of short mullet. He scratches his jaw and leans against the truck, he sighs loudly and with a gesture of his hand,the disguise falls.

Strife pulls off his helmet, setting it on his lap and tapping on it without much enthusiasm. --Damn it, fury, you and your big damn mouth...-- he reaches from underneat the tight turtleneck of his armor and pulls out the pendant of a crow skull with a sun carved into it, he thumbs it as he feels the dips in the bone.

God,how he misses his beloved. Not a day goes by where he doesnt yearn for the softness of their touch,her sweet scent and waking up every morning with them by his side as he holds her.

And it doesnt help that hes gone no contact either,he hasnt done that since he was a dumb teenager. He must be worrying her sick and he knows hes going to get a damn,deserved,earful once this is all over.

--'m sorry,princess...--He whispers,throwing his head back and shakily breathing in.

That pendant is all he has of her, he knows this crusade of his is just, but by god why does it have to be without them by his side?.

Flashing images of happier times go by his eyes, he can remember what her food tastes like,how warm and comfy their bed is, how he loved to spend all morning under the covers and only getting out to shower and eat.

Sleep isnt isnt rest,happiness isnt joy and this tree isnt a home without her there. For a moment his world lit up when he settled his eyes on them,Like sunrise has finally appeared and he could bathe in the golden light they brought.

"It was stupid, so stupid not to tell them" he thinks,closing his eyes. What idiocy really, not to meantion Death would be justified in making fun of him if he was there.

Gently he hits the back of his head against the wood, cussing himself out under his breath. He shouldve said something else when they were here like "arentcha pretty?" Or "My my,are you an angel?" Or "please,please,please pretty please with a cherry ontop Marry me-"

Maybe that last one was a bit too much but the sentiment still stands.

He lets out a growling sigh and sniffs a little,trying to recompose himself before he blows his cover.

--Get yer shit together,Strife-- He mutters to himself, waving his hand and changing into his human form.-- she'll be back, dont worry 'bout it. Theyre quite capable,strong,clever..-- he gets up and goes back into the tree--yeah, they'll be fine, jus' fine.. 'nuff said...

Into the tree he goes, sneaking to his assigned "bed" to either rest or distract himself by carving. Probably the latter,Jerico always reccomended using art as a way to cope.

He sits on his bed,knife and block of wood in hand. He breathes in to steel himself and he blinks away what tears threaten to form in his eyes, he looks down at the grain and texture of the piece of timber he holds and an idea comes into his mind.

--Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

It's not warm when she's away

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And she's always gone too long

Anytime she's goes away--He sings under his breath as shavings of kindling fall onto the floor in small piles.

-♡-

Eventually the rider and keeper circle back to the tree,Fury all but demanded upgrades to her whip as she has guided humans to the safe haven.

Ulthane agreed with this slight hint of irrutation but gratefulness,he leaves with the horseman and Jerico is left there,admiring the handiwork of the makers that take care of the tree.

--Look what the cat dragged in!--Jones said with this cheeryness in his voice, arms outstretched.

She turns with a grin, as if shes greeting an old friend--Jones! My goodness hi!

He hugs them,his arms going to their waist and he has to fight back against burying his head in their chest. He pulls back quickly and he cant help but smile wide, there she is back in his arms.

--How y've been keepin'?--He asked,patting their bicep.

--Alright,Well...--They falter for a moment-- We lost...rampage uhm. I dont want to talk about it.

Strife feels his heart shatter,rampage was Fury's horse and he feels such a strong pain from it. He sighs brokenly and holds their hand--Im so sorry

Jerico doesnt even hesitate why hes so touchy, he feels so much like...well...

--we'll figure it out--they promise,turning to see Fury who chats away with Ulthane- the black rider May seem strong but they know shes mad with grief...

And sadly,theres not much they can do for her beloved keeps a lot to herself and its hard to make her Open up.

--Im sure you Will,you two seem quite capable--He tried to comfort her as best as he knew,he squeezed their hand and added--Hey,I actually...made something. I think you'd like it.

He grabs from his bag a sculpture,its a crow of gnarled talons and beak swooping for an unseen prey. Masterfully crafted,each feather individually carved,attention to detail in the texture of the break and claws.

They smile and Gently Grab it as he offer it to them, she traces the Nooks And crannies--Woah,look at that. Youre so skilled,I absolutely love it

She goes to look at the base where the wooden crow stands to see if he somehow signed it, he stops them before they do by saying--Hey uh! Why dont you Keep it? Its for you actually --And putting his hand on their wrist Gently.

--Oh Jones I cant...--They begin, but they raise the hand that he was using to hold theirs.

--Its a gift,a token of gratitude for bringing more humans to safety

They chuckle--So persistent,you remind me of someone-- they lean in to kiss his cheek. His hood falls as wind blows it away,she grins and adds--Next time I come around,ill bring you a gift

--No need to..

She shook their head--I insist

--Sooooo persistent--He teased with smugness and cheekiness so like him.

--Mhm sure--They answer to the drift their sight towards Fury who gestures to the entrance of the tree. They nodd and say--I gotta go,Jones.

--Go then,be safe-- He adds,his face softening with the sadness of their absence-- I mean it

--You dont have to worry,dear--She promised,patting his bicep--Try not to miss me so much

Jones chuckles bitterly,if only they knew--Alright ill try

And so,she leaves with Fury once more and still they take his heart with them. Still he feels empty and grief settles in his chest,there she goes into uncertain peril and worrying him half to death.

--Y'seem to have it bad for the wee crow--Ulthane remarked.

--Thats one way to put it--He answered as finally jerico is out of view-- Why does she have to leave?

The maker chuckled--Ya just haven' given 'em a reason to Stay

Jones shook his head--The hell's that s'pposed to mean?

--Eh, ye'll figure it out--His giant companion leaves right after,leaving him behind with questions and confusion.

-♡-

Next time Jerico comes around with fury,they both find an injured Jones. He sits as one of the healers cures his wound with grinded up herbs and oils,the keeper of secrets runs to him and frets all over him.

--'m fine,princess--He said softly,stopping them from interrupting the healer any further.

--But...--They protest,pulling away a little just so he gets properly tended to.

--Its alright-- He promised, feeling just a little smug that shes all worked up over him. He gives her a small smile as if he hasnt worried her enough, he feels awful for lying to her so blatantly... if she knew who he was she wouldnt feel like this.

Its just a scratch for him,they neednt worry.

When hes all bandaged up,he walks towards them and puts a hand on their shoulder, even in this human form he is still taller than her- he enjoys that more than anything.

--See? 'M jus' fine--He drawls out with a smile on his handsome face.

--You scared me,I know how...frail we can be -- they said softly,bringing Him in for another long,gentle hug.

--'m sorry then,I dont want to worry you any more than I have to-- he answered,hoping they dont catch on to the double meaning.

They pat his arm and dont pull away--I know I know. God,just be careful...how did you even?

--Scavange supplies,demons....nasty stuff--He answered,shrugging as if it was nothing. He only got that injure because he has to Keep up appereances,nothing more.

The air feels warm as the heat of the forge spreads in the tree,but jeri feels their face warm up as they pull away and find themself so close to his own lips. They smile awkwardly and look away,doesnt she look gorgeous?

She giggles all afluster,pulling away--I need to talk to fury,Ill be right back

He nodded and let her go much to his own chagrin, but what else he could do? --Ill be in my room,top floor...-- he isnt sure if they heard him or not as they leave.

Jerico goes to fury,sure in her step up until she actually reaches the rider who stood at the entrance, her business with Ulthane already concluded and simply waiting patiently for her beloved.

And its not like theyve spoken much,between her grief-led murderous streak And their previous fight about humanity...well... its been rough.

--I want- I need to stay--Jeri says,putting a hand on the black rider's waist.

--Because of the human? -- the other woman asked with surprise,when have they become so attached.

--Yes,because of him--In the moonlight their eyes glimmer with deepest green of life. She looks so genuienly concerned for Jones,it annoys Fury- she doesnt like humanity and yet she finds herself in love with one such human. Or has-been human.

The rider finds that shes slowly eating her words,because humanity has now proven not to be below her...but in fact it looks like humanity is better than she currently is now.

--Does Jones remind you of my brother?--She asked simply with her stern tone.

--What of it?

--I get that you worry,but he is not him--Its more of a reminder than a jab-- Strife Will come back from wherever he is,and Fear not because hes thinking about you. I know it to be true,I know him too well

Jer snorted,nodding along--Fair. Fair.

--I simply do not want you to get hurt,thats all. Dreams not better than reality.

--Thank you for worrying--They whispered,pulling her in for a brief hug.

--We can stay for this night,we leave in the morning

--Very well--they answered,to then give her a short,chaste kiss-- and fury? I still love you. Dont think I dont

Fury chuckled--Am I that obvious?

Jeri pushed away a few strands of her floating hair and smiles--I simply know you well

They pull away and walk off into the tree,the rider sighs and scratches the back of her neck. She can feel the watcher trying to emerge,probably for a snide comment but she doesnt let it and represses it.

All she does is sit at the edge of the balcony that made up the entrance and exist in silence. Perhaps its time she talks to herself and figures out how to fix her mistakes with her partner.

-♡-

Jerico finds Jones in his room,laying in bed with most of his armor and usual clothes on a pile, he has the covers up to his neck and he rolls on his side.

--Hey--they greet softly, walking up to his bed--May I?

--Hey there~-- he drawls out,a smile on his face-- and feel free,princess

At the nickname,they blush and sit down beside him. --Y'know I had something for you...I noticed your hair needs tending to...and one if my partners also has curly hair. I could help you take care of it.

Jones Snickered to himself-- Hm,sounds nice. I'll take you up on that offer,Actually.

--Theres a stream nearby we could go--They offer with a shy smile.

--What are we waitin' for?

Her eyes catch sight of the half finished sculptures badly hidden behind his clothes,one is of acrow skull, and the other seems to be..a portrait of her...and quite accurate too.

--My partner also carved--They say,moving to the side as Jones rolls out of bed and grabs his large trenchcoat and his guns.

--really?--he played dumb as if he didnt know,but the slight quirk of their brow...well hes not doing such a good job now is he?

So,they walk to the entrance in relative calmness even if Jeri doesnt make a comment on his horrible cover up. And if Fury noticed them sneaking off she doesnt say anything, its not like shes in any position to make demands...

-♡-

Jones lets out a sigh as he slips into the stream,the cool water being a nice relief from the slight Burning of his wounds. He feels the keeper of secrets sit behind him and begin combing a detangling oil into his hair.

The air feels cold as winter began to set in, he wonders if itll snow- maybe if she gets snowed in they'll stay here with him for a bit longer- A Man could dream.

And god,does he melt under the touch of his beloved. He barely had the time or the resources to Keep his hair and beard decent, he thanks the creator that shes here now.

But its not all fun and games,theyre onto him and theyre about to prove it--My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me...

--I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissin' on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamp light I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

The horsemen realizes way too late that hes blown his cover,he sighs loudly and puts his face in his hands. A groan leaves him as his beloved hugs him from behind and he feels him smile against the back of his neck.

--What is it with you people and lying to me?--She asked softly, feeling the disguise drop and suddenly having to kneel to fully reach the back of strife's neck.

--'m sorry- I was undercover...--He answered,grabbing their forearm and completly swallowing it in his grasp while the other hand ripped off his helmet and threw it to the side.

--You left without a note...again...

The horseman sighed loudly-- Am sorry,okay? I have a good reason for it this time around-- still his mild southern accent fills their ears and makes their chest warm up-- I jus' I cant say 'em,not here n' defenetly not right now

He feels his beloved slowly apply another type of oil to his hair,gently untangling each curly strand from the other. Even if she was mad, they still cared for him--Do you know how worried you had me?

--I- no but I could imagine-- He admitted,scratching the back of his neck. --Know that not a day went by where I didnt think of ya,y've been on my mind every waking moment ive had...yknow I love you more than I could ever describe...n' youre one of my reasons to fight. I love you

She let out a breath and simply kept taking care of his hair until its back to all its glory, theyre patient,careful,and its a labor of love really.

--Dunno how y'aint yankin' my hair outta anger...--He said softly,not particularly wanting to poke the bear.

They snorted-- 'm not that cruel

With a nodd,the rider added--Fair 'nough...--He made short pause,his words dancing on his lips as he tries to convey the deep regret that has been eating at him for months now-- I am sorry,okay? I know I was stupid for droppin' off'a the face of the fuckin' earth like that,I dont want t'lose you because of it n' I plan on tellin' everything one day. Please just...wait

Jeri stops what theyre doing, dropping the styling utensils on their lap.--I trust your word, im just...angry. But I understand,I trust you,I know you'll explain everything to me later. I just cant help but feel this way but I love you all the same

He sighed with relief,physically relaxing as if hes been physically storing all that stress in his muscles-- Oh thank creator...--He turns to face them only to find their face right up against his. It makes him flinch but then he grins with smugness.

Its been so long since shes seen his face,his chiseled features,his pure yellow eyes, his bumpy nose and the scar on his brow and thankfully no beard- it seemed to be part of the disguise. His beautiful hair now falls in short curls along his face and it gives him this boyish charm.

--May I?--He asked,reaching for their face and cupping their jaw.

--You may--She answered,allowing Him to kiss them ever so Gently. He could be rash,he could be reckless,but now he simply kisses them with softness akin to silk, freshness of a stream and the joy of a Man purely in love.

Strife hugs their neck, pulling them closer and turning so his chest meets theirs and he can hold tuel close. Even if he was in the cool stream hes still Burning hot, they snuggle closer and revel in his warmth.

--I love you--He says,gently pushing away her hair out of their face that falls across her features like mangrove roots of brown and gold-- I love you so much,never doubt it.

--I never had...-- they add softly, the words fall past their lips so seamlessly and so quick.

He grins,so beautiful like that and drunk on the kiss. He had missed this so much, he had yearned for this for so long and finally he has it.

Slowly,strife pulls away and sits back with his spine facing them. He sits there in comfortable silence and he feels his hair being Gently tugged into squares to then slowly braiding them into box braids,it has taken them a bit to learn how to handle his hair as they dont naturally have curly hair like his, but now they take advantage of their New skill.

And strife absolutely Adores it, being taken care of like this, being able to share this with them. He humms under his breath like a schoolgirl, resisting the urge to giggle and kick his feet.

Eventually all the braids are done and he gets out of the stream with a crass joke thrown in there because that just came with who he was. But jerico doesnt mind and simply laughs at it and looks away to give Him some privacy.

--You also left your bonnet at home--they add,grabbing said bonnet from their bag.

--Oooof course i did--He grumbled,grabbing the bonnet of reddish-purple fabric--Thanks babe...

--No problem

He rider finishes dressing and once his beloved is done packing things up he offers his hand and they take it. Swiftly theyre pulled up and bridal style carried to the base of the tree,both giggling and flirting with eachother.

--If I were a cat,i'd like to spend my nine lives with you--He teased-- Youre just purrfect f'me,absolutely purrtastic, I enjoy ever meowment we spend together...

She rolls her eyes and answers with a pun of their own-- Quit horsin' around...

--Buuut why though? Im feline just fine! Cut the cattitude!

Both laugh a little louder than intended but their joy is unparalled, it felt just like old times. He cuddles them closer and enjoys this last moment of his pure self before he puts on the disguise of Jones.

He sets them down and he intertwines his pinky with theirs,and up to the maker tree they go. And eventually,they make it up to his room to sleep the night away together in the lowlight of the place.

Strife puts on his bonnet and leaves the hair-care kit by his bag and his guns. He lays down in bed with his beloved flush to his chest and his legs intertwined,he breathes in their perfume that fills his self with calmness.

Well,he doesnt need to sleep,his brain liked it however. but even if he needed it he wouldnt be able to rest without them by his side.It gave him this reassurance that he was safe, and he'd conk out almost inmediately.

But he doesnt give in rightaway,not before he kisses them softly just one more time- he needs this one thing before he allows himself some proper,much needed rest.

To his delight they kiss back and snuggle closer,feeding off his warmth and enjoying this moment of odd domesticity like nothing has changed.

Right after that,he passes out. Jeri giggled and followed soon after,content to be in his arms once more and being able to spend this one night together.

And Next morning,dreaded but beloved morning, he can awaken to them again. Their sleeping self,so snuggled up against his chest and holding him like a plushie with one leg thrown around his hip.

One of his arms goes around their waist,the other strokes their hair. He decided that in that moment, Fury would have to rip them away from him if she wanted to leave.

He would trade the world to live this every day.

#strife #fury #darksiders s/i #cw slight suggestiveness #tw slight suggestiveness #cw injury mention #tw injury mention

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ceabu · 2 years ago

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“Help me!” – Honk.

“It’s in my head, gods, it’s eating my head!” – Honk.

“What are you doing?” – Honk.

“Have you forgotten me?” – Honk.

“And to think I used to love you!” Honk honk honk honk.

Little Clown Frozen -- a Story in Two Screams by @thatsrightdollface

#fic art #gamzee makara #homestuck #felt kinda sad and Very unproductive these days lol but im trying to get back into it #also been thinking of sad gamzee #and reading fics where gamzee is sad didnt lift my mood but at least it gave me a bit of motivation to start drawing !! woo hoo!!#thank u thatsrightdollface's fics for being there in my time of need !#also sorry if this looks bad lmao aosdhfoashgdasdogih i feel so rusty >.<

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woocloud · 3 years ago

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

☆ pairing: sub!wooyoung x dom!reader (with female body type)

☆ content warnings: smut, established relationship, chubby!reader, mommy kink, reader refers to themself as mommy a lot in the third person, pet names, lots of dirty talk and praise, facesitting/riding, hair pulling, unprotected sex (please be safe!), cumming inside, not proofread

☆ disclaimer: do not interact with this if you are under the age of 16. all writings are fiction and are simply for fun & entertainment purposes.

☆ authors note: i haven't wrote smut in a while so i'm a bit rusty, but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy.

☆ taglist (dm to be +/-): @cosmoimbue @jisungs-ubb @winterviolet1 @gyubaby @rdiamondbts2727

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"you are so beautiful, mommy. i love you and your sexy thick body" you heard wooyoung say from the couch while you were finishing the dishes. "oh babyboy, i love you and your sexy toned body." you say and walked towards him.

"oh mommy, you make me so hard when you talk like that to me" he said and his eyes were full of lust and love. "oh yeah? you make me wet when you talk like that too, makes me wanna sit on your pretty face, and these soft lips always feel so good on my body"

"yeah? i make you feel that good? maybe you should sit on my face right now" he said, teasingly. "oh? you want mommy's pussy on your face? okay, my naughty little boy, take your shirt off and lay on your back for me"

he took his shirt off and did what you said. you took your shorts and panties and threw them with woo's shirt on the floor before adjusting yourself on his face. he immediately flicked his tounge on your clit, making you whimper.

"good boy, my naughty baby, keep licking mommy's clit just like that" you praised him. he had put his hands on either of your thighs to keep you steady and his eyes were looking up at you the whole time.

he changed his moments to long laps on your whole pussy, and the occasional harsh suck, which made you moan loudly when he did so. his skilled tounge moved faster, he was now moaning into your pussy, totally engulfed in his task.

"your mouth is amazing, babyboy, you eat mommy out so good" you praised him more. he was basking in the praise while continuing to eat your pussy, while your hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp as we worked wonders with his tounge.

he was now sucking harshly, making you moan again. "oh mommy, you taste so good" he said, muffled by your pussy. you smiled at him and he continued licking in long strokes, not breaking eye contact with you at all while he did it.

you watched him and whined softly before moving your hands to pull on his black and blonde hair, making him moan against you. you had started moving your hips back and forth against his mouth, now riding his face, signaling you were close.

"you're gonna make mommy cum, baby- oh fuck!" you cursed as he moved his tounge faster and you got closer to your orgasm. you came on his face, some got into his mouth and on his nose too.

you removed yourself from his mouth and sat next to him on the couch as he looked dazed, with your cum on his chin. "did my little boy enjoy that, hm? does he like making his mommy feel good?" you teased and he nodded.

"i loved it mommy, you taste like heaven" he said and licked the cum from his lips. "you're so sweet, babyboy, now i think i have something you'll also enjoy" you said and layed on your back.

"come fuck me, my pretty prince" you request. "yes mommy" he said and walked in front of you and took his hard cock out and rubbed it on your pussy, and bit his lip, before putting it in your pussy, feeling your tight walls around him.

"so good, babyboy, your dick is so big" you say as he fucked into you. he gripped your waist and tucked his bottom lip under his teeth. "you're so tight around me, mommy! i'm not gonna last long, feels so good!" he moaned.

he had his hands on either side of your waist, and thrusted his hips so his dick was fucking into your pussy. "good boy, baby, you fuck mommy so well" you praise him more making him more needy as he fucked you.

"mommy i said im not gonna last, i'm close, so close! i wanna cum inside you mommy!" he exclaimed and whined loudly. you were almost there too "my sweet boy is so close, you can cum inside mommy, but make sure nothing spills" you say.

he nodded "thank you! ah, i'm cumming!" he said and began filling your pussy to the brim with his load, you watching him, making sure he didn't spill anything. "good boy, baby, you filled me up so nicely" you complimented him as he came down from his high.

he was breathing heavily and a thin layer of sweat decorated his head and abs, he looked like a piece of fine art. "thank you, i really needed that, love" he thanked you and you smiled.

"of course my love, now i'm gonna run you a bath, okay? i might join you as well" you told him before putting your underwear on. "okay, i love you" he said to you and you gazed at him lovingly. "i love you too, baby"

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ateezthings · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction: Playing with your hair

Anon said: “ Can I have wooyoung ,seonghwa or jognho or all of them hehe. Playing with your hair 🥺🥺🥺 im so touchstarved and I just want warm hugs.“

I felt this in my bones, so thank you for this request (even tho you requested this over a year ago, I still hope you somehow see this) I’ve also been extra lonely + stressed when I wrote this so fluffy fluff ahead. forgive me I’m a little rusty with writing, it’s been a while.

I tried to be inclusive of all hair types, textures etc. This is also gender neutral 😊

Also here are some songs that convey the mood I was going for:

SYML – Where’s my love (Alternate Version)

Parade of Lights – Tangled up

Khalid – Better

I Prevail – Hurricane (Reimagined)

The Band Camino – The black and white

Jongho

- Everyone was annoying you today

- When you arrived home, Jongho saw you were in desperate need of some Jongho cuddles

- You two got comfy on the sofa watching Kung Fu Panda

“Y/N do you want a scalp massage?”

“All of a sudden?... uh yeah, of course”

- He sat up a little, taking your head in his lap, starting to gently massage your neck by holding up your head a little

- He went up the nape of your neck, moving towards the crown of your head, rubbing symmetrical circles in your scalp

- He spent a good 45 mins on that until you were sighing of relaxation

- You spent the rest of the evening engulfed in his big arms, feeling protected

Wooyoung

(this long dark hair is doing things to me)

- One afternoon Wooyoung walked into the bedroom where you were organizing some skin care

“Babe, could I try braiding your hair for you?”

“Uhm… Yeah…sure”

- And with that he got to work

- He was really gentle, careful not to pull your hair too tightly

- His face seemed so concentrated; you fell a little bit more in love with him

- His technique was questionable but you enjoyed being close to him and the free hair treatment

- When he was done, he had this satisfied look on his face that made your world light up

- so you just had to sneak a kiss

“what was that for?”

“I just love seeing you happy, Woo”

Mingi

- Being the curious baby Mingi is, he was fascinated by your hair from the first time he saw you

- You were hanging out with the rest of the guys one evening

- After a few hours he asked you if he could touch your hair and you agreed

- That’s how you ended up in a bean bag chair, lying in his arm

- Him being totally immersed in your hair texture and the feeling of twirling strands between his fingers

- Trying to get him to focus on talking to you again, you surprised him with a kiss on the cheek which made him blush

San

- Sunday morning after a particular stressful week

- San was awake first, you were turned away from him

- He admired the back of your head with all the tangled strands of hair

- He started playing with the strands that fell on his arm, slowly and gently detangling them one by one

- When he couldn’t find anymore tangled pieces, he turned you over and woke you up with the faintest sweetest kiss on the lips

Yeosang

(i swear I’m gonna report him one of these days, this should be illegal collarbones are my weakness hng)

- You two were watching some random sitcom on Netflix, you lying lazily on his chest

- Yeosang however was more interested in you and your hair

- Every now and then he grew fond of a particular strand of hair, so he kept twirling that between his fingers

- The more he kept twirling your hair around his fingers, the softer the strands felt and the more you dozed off

- With the steady lifting and lowering of his chest, you were off to sleep quickly, not a care in the world

Yunho

- After a romantic picnic near the river, you and Yunho did some star gazing

- He pointed out some weird star constellation that, he insisted, looked like a unicorn

“What? No, Yunho… I’m sorry but never in a million years does that look like a unicorn”

“I’m telling you, look at it!”

- After laughing at him a little, you grew silent, just lying in his arms with his hand combing slowly through your hair over and over again

- You could have stayed like that forever

Hongjoong

(oh this man)

- After a long day you just wanted to see your favorite person in the world, but of course he was still at the studio, working his butt off

- So, you decided to surprise him there with some snacks

- The producer let you in and told you where Hongjoong was supposed to be

- When you entered the studio, your heart nearly combusted: Hongjoong was asleep on the little sofa in the room, looking like the smallest cosiest fairy

- So you decided to lay next to him and cuddle up to him

- After a while Hongjoong noticed you without needing to open his eyes

- Half asleep his hands found their way to your hair, holding you close to his chest

- He kept on running his hands through your hair till you were both fast asleep

Seonghwa

(these men have no business being this handsome istg)

- It was about 9pm and you heard Seonghwa’s keys in the lock, so you rushed over to the door to greet him

- The moment he saw you, he relaxed

- You didn’t need to speak

- He engulfed you in the cosiest hug anyone’s ever seen

- You stayed like that for a good minute

- After a while his hands started to caress your hair

- Staying like this and hearing his steady breath made all your stress melt away

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lyracasstuff · 4 years ago

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!!!! could i please get hcs for naib and demi (separately) with a princess s/o (fem)? like her role is a princess and all that jazz :D (i recently made a main which is this one, im an idv blog myself i just like requesting things for other blogs :D)

I really really like this request..（・∀・）

Although, please excuse me if these headcannons are shorter for your taste,, I had been busy for quite a while,, and so my brain juices are a little drained...(⌒_⌒;)

Also,, hello fellow idv blogger!!（〜^∇^)〜

Naib and Demi x Fem! Princess! S/o👑✨

Naib Subedar🌛🌌

He would really be shocked and confused as to 1) HOW you got here? And 2) WHY are you here?

You, a ROYAL? Someone who's been sheltered and pampered ALL her LIFE, would PARTICIPATE in a gruesome game like THIS???

He really couldn't understand it..

Although he was very curious about you,, he *did* hold himself back from walking up to you and just bombard you with ALL sorts of questions..

So, it took the both of you some time to be acquainted with each other.. Naib started out small,, like greeting you with a rather stiff and rusty bow in an attempt to "match" with your own elegant courtesy whenever you two crossed paths..( ´ ▽ ` )

Or pulling your seat for you whenever you would sit down and prepare for a match..

To even lending you a hand in carrying your stuff when they were too heavy such as books, clothes, personal hygeine items, hair care, skin care, etc...

(Naib really wonders if you REALLY needed all of your 50 ballgowns and dresses...)

He just really wants you to feel at home despite being trapped in a manor..

On the topic of making you feel at home...

There's another thing aside from doing acts of service: protectiveness

He understands that you were most likely protected and guarded by knights before you went into the manor,, so you *probably* didn't know much about self defense...

So if anyone EVER tries to touch you, be it your hair, your face, your arm..

You can *BET* that Naib is going to be slapping said person's hand away while ushering you to get behind him..

He WILL do this to BOTH survivor OR hunter by the way...(｡･ω･｡)

You were very much pleased by Naib's protection and support,, he was just like your own personal butler and knight back home!!

Over time,, Naib's gestures had gotten bolder and bolder...

He went from doing acts of service, to teaching you how to kite, how to heal, how to rescue, how to vault windows, etc...

However,, you may or may not have teared up from the fact that you accidentally snagged a piece of your favorite dress from trying to put down a pallet...(^_^;)

Naib really panicked at that time.. He knows how to sew open wounds, not dresses and ballgowns!! (◎_◎;)

Nevertheless,, the both of you would still have fun by the end of the day..

Naib really couldn't help but be in love with you... How could he not though?? You were so sweet and elegant in everything that you do..

Even during the moments where you weren't the most elegant,, he still cherished it all the same..( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Which is why he REALLY couldn't deny his jealousy and saltiness towards Wu chang, Joseph, heck,, even Mary sometimes.. Joseph and Mary are both nobles so OF COURSE you would relate to the aristocratic life,, and Wu chang were GUARDS before they got into the manor,, so OF COURSE they would serve as better protectors than he is..

Then, look at him,, he's nothing more than a man whose ENTIRE job revolves around killing targets that his clients propose.. Well,, at least that's what he thinks anyways..

Be that as it may,, Naib's mind would still be plagued by this thought.. So much so that He doesn't even notice that he's been distancing himself from you...

You aren't the same however... You KNOW that something's been disturbing him, you KNOW that something's upsetting him.. You can literally FEEL it..

And so,, in these times, you would decide to come visit him in his designated room,, all the while comforting him and telling him that while he may not be a noble or a guard,, you still love him regardless of his status and that you are grateful for everything that he's done for you..❤

Naib says nothing,, however, his body language and look of pure love and adoration on his face tells you everything you need to know..❤❤❤

That day has now marked an important event of your lives: the start of a new, blooming relationship..（⌒▽⌒）

First of all,, remember how I talked about his jealousy and protectiveness?? Well,, those just got amplified when you two are confirmed to be in a relationship now..

He sometimes does this thing where if someone wants to speak with you,, Naib would do either of these 2 things: either he asks you if you want to speak to them OR if he's feeling a little selfish with your time,, he just tells them to go "set up an appointment" with you...

He is really astonished at all the different kinds of spoons and forks, all the different etiquettes you follow, the amount of tiaras that you have...

And *especially* at how many relatives that you have.. Which was MUCH larger than the average family size...

((Fun fact: During the Victorian Era, the average family size was actually 6 children.. It had gone down by half by the end of said Era..))

I can't tell why,, but I have this headcannon in my mind that Naib actually prefers more simpler clothing on you.. He just doesn't like too much "eye clutter" per say...

That,, and there's just something so mesmerizing about your regal beauty meshing into the very simple clothing that Naib just finds so.. Heavenly..

All in all,, Naib is just dumbfounded and amazed as to how you had fallen in love with him and just how lucky he is at being with someone like you..

🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚🌛💚

Demi Bourbon🍺🍷

Much like Naib,, Demi over here is confused as to what a royal is doing here...

Unlike Naib, however, Demi is more upfront and straightforward and would just walk up to you and ask you directly..

"Woah!! Hey there!! What's a cute lil blueblood doin here??"

You get this question a LOT.. It stuck around for so long that it became an inside joke whenever Demi sees you in the same room as her...╮(─▽─)╭

Now,, she may be a girl,, but don't be fooled... She's surprisingly strong for her physique... So she'll DEFINITELY help you carry your stuff...

Just be prepared to be bombarded with ALL SORTS OF QUESTIONS about your stuff..

"Daaammnnn~ You royals really love your fancy schmancy stuff,, do you??"

"Ooooohhhh~~ A diamond encrusted necklace?? Hey, you wouldn't mind me borrowing it right??"

"This ball gown matches well with one of my costumes! Hey, how about we both dress up? We would REALLY look great together~❤"

You're going to have to get used to these questions someday...（・∀・）

She DOES teach you the basics,, but in all honesty, she never really lets you apply the things that you learned when you're actually in matches...

A hunter is right behind you?? You can bet that Demi will chug down her D.U.P.H.R.I.N, run as fast as she could and sweep you off your feet in a bridal carry..（＾ｖ＾）

"It is I, Your Knight in shining armor!!"

This happens all the time in matches

A hunter is preparing to take a swing on you?? Well,, not on Demi's watch!! Before the hunter can swing their weapon at you, Demi takes one of her bottles and smashes it onto their head...

She DID lose some morality points for that though....

Eventually,, you had to tell Demi that as much as you appreciate her "support", you still have to stand on your own,, ESPECIALLY when Demi is not in the same match as you are..

Demi would *reluctantly* agree and say that she just can't stand the thought of you being hurt, she doesn't want you to be in harm's way because she knows that some survivors *probably* just see you as dead weight,, considering you've been pampered your whole entire life..

Demi would then go on and tell you that she had been taking a liking towards you, and is interested in being in a relationship with you..

"Listen, your highness, I may not be an ACTUAL knight in shining armor, or a prince from some far away land.. But, I'd still want to take a chance at persuing you.. So, what do you say? Will you allow me to take a chance at wooing your heart??"

You of course say yes,, besides, you don't really care if she is of noble blood or not.. Her bold and daring personality is what made you like her..

And thus,, your relationship has started!!

Demi gets a *little* protective over you,, ESPECIALLY when someone's trying to flirt with you..

"Ah, ah, ah, she's mine~~"

"Oi, she's already taken, you idiot! How about go flirtin with someone who's NOT TAKEN???"

Demi over here doesn't really have any problem regarding jealousy,, if anything,, YOU might be the one having some jealousy problems here and there..

Because Demi practically flirts with anything and everything..

Never fear!! Demi would ALWAYS be there to give you reassurance that you're her one and only..( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

After that,, she'll tone down her flirty nature by a couple of notches so as to not worry you too much...

Demi would also serve you drinks!! For FREE!!(ノ^o^)ノ

The best part about this is that,, not only are you getting it for free, but you're also getting the FINEST quality...

And she serves your drink in the most dramatic way possible,, all accompanied by a cheeky wink at the end..😉

"Only the FINEST for your highness~❤"

Overall,, your relationship with Demi is surely an exciting and playful one! But don't let that make you think that Demi doesn't take you seriously..

Because she does!! And she will ALWAYS take your relationship seriously!!❤❤❤

🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷🍺🍷

Author's note: I apologize if these headcannons are shorter and a bit "lackluster" for everyone's taste.. As stated before,, I had been busy as of late, so I wasn't able to regain much of my brain juices to write properly like usual..

Nevertheless,, I still hope that you enjoyed reading these headcannons!! (⌒_⌒;)(*´∀`*)

Until next time!! See you all in my next post!!ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ💚

#identity v #identity v imagines #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #identity v mercenary #identity v naib #naib x reader #naib subedar #identity v barmaid #demi bourbon #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv mercenary #idv naib #idv x reader #idv barmaid #idv demi

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versdan · 5 years ago

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Natural Beauty (Roger Taylor x Reader)

request: can i request an imagine where the reader has a clef lip and feels really insecure about it and assumes that roger and the rest of the band won't like her for it and is all embrassed when freddie takes her to meet them, and roger thinks she's absolutely stunning and tries to woo her over and kiss her that day?

A/N: holy crap I haven’t writte for borhap or queen in a whileeee! I’m a bit rusty so please forgive me! I didn’t add the part about the kiss bc I kinda wanted to leave it as like suspense/flirtatious meeting?? I hope that’s alright! I hope y’all enjoy & sorry for any typos! requests are open!

pairings: Roger Taylor x Reader

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“Cmon babe! They’re gonna love you!” Freddie said trying to persuade you to go to the studio with him to meet the band. You stood in front of the mirror, frowning letting out a sigh.

“They’re gonna think I’m a freak show” you looked at Freddie as he frowned at the sentence that just caneout your mouth. You have a clef lip and growing up with it wasn’t the easier for you. Everyone would make fun of you to the point where you had to transfer schools growing up and it only stayed the same routine: being bullied and getting called a freak.

When you met Freddie, it was like you had met your other half, your best friend. He accepted you for who you are and even gave you constant compliments that helped boost your confidence from time to time. But now that you were going to meet his band mates for the first time, you were nervous.

You had a large crush on Freddie’s bandmate Roger just from hearing how he is. Yes, you’ve heard about how he basically was the womanizer of the band, but you also heard about the soft side of him. How he was caring towards others and even helped out.

“Darling” Freddie said, coming up to you and cupping your face in his hands. “They will not think that at all. If they do, I’ll beat them up right there for thinking such a horrid thing!” He exclaimed, pushing a stray hair away from your face.

Freddie smiled slightly at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Thanks, Fred. I don’t know what I’d do without you” you told him, smiling up at him as he smirked.

“Well you would die of course, your fashion was horrid before you met me, love” he scoffed and chuckled, joking with you as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say designer” you told him, using his nickname you used for him as an inside joke.

Freddie laughed before walking over to the door and grabbing his jacket and tossing your yours. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

You sighed, wrapping your scarf up against your mouth, as it had become a coping habit for you before walking out the door with Fred.

You both walked into the recording studio and instantly got nervous. You seriously were worrying what the boys would think about how you look and the last thing you wanted was for any of them to think you were ugly, especially Roger.

“Guys!” Freddie exclaimed, walking into the room where Brian and John we’re discussing the notes on the music sheet. Roger sat on the couch with his sunglasses on, trying to get over the massive hangover from drinking too much last night. Everyone turned to look at you both and you froze in your spot next to Freddie.

“This is my lovely friend, (Y/N)! She’s here to meet you guys finally after talking about her for so long” Freddie started before turning to you and nodding for you to take your scarf off, giving you the “it’s alright” signal. You let out a shaky breath, pulling the scarf down from your mouth as you saw everyone’s face turn to astonishment. Roger lowered down his glasses a bit to look.

You looked down immediately, feeling almost slightly embarrassed. Brian was the first to stand and come up and give you a hug. “I’m Brian, it’s nice to finally meet you. Freddie doesn’t stop talking about his best friend” He said, as you lifted your head to look at him. You smiled as he smiled back warmly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” you said as he stood back while John came up and introduced himself as well.

“And Im John. It’s a pleasure” he smiled at you, pulling you in for a hug as well. You smiled back at him, keeping your head low as Roger came up and stood infront of you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart start pounding in your chest.

Roger thought you were the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen walk into his life. He didn’t even mind that you had a clef lip, it didn’t hinder your beauty to him, it only enhanced it more. He knew he had to get to know you and even eventually have you in his life, for a long time he hoped. He’d be dumb to let you go without even getting to know someone who had such an intoxicating vibe to him. Roger picked up your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it before looking at you and smiling.

“And I’m Roger. It’s a great pleasure to finally be face to face with an angel” he winked at you, as you looked away, smiling.

“Alright, Rog. Already trying to snog my friend I see” Freddie said, walking past you two and placing his jacket on the chair next to the couch before stepping into the recording booth.

Brian and John followed before it was just you and Roger standing there, looking at each other.

“It’s um” you started, clearing your throat “it’s great to meet you. Freddie has talked a lot about you” you smiled at him, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.

Roger smirked, crossing his arms infront of his chest. “Oh yeah? Like what?” He questioned.

You looked at him, almost nervous to respond. “Well-“ you were cut off by Freddie yelling from the booth.

“ROGER! STOP FLIRTING WITH MY FRIEND AND GET YOUR ASS IN HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD!” Freddie said standing infront of the window while Brian and John snickered behind him. Roger groaned before looking at you again and smiling.

“We’ll continue this discussion afterwards” he winked at you before jogging into the booth and sitting behind the drum kit. You sat down on the couch and let out a breath. That went better then you anticipated, you thought as a smile broke out on your face.

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feedback is appreciated!

omg this came out good after a while of not writing for Rog!

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor #roger taylor one shot #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor fluff #queen #queen imagines #queen band #queen band imagine #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #ben hardy!roger x reader #gigglygwil roger

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musingmycelium · 6 years ago

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sweet song

satinalia exchange gift for a good friend ;) im so glad i got to write this for you!! ❤❤❤

Krem's lucky he has good balance. With the way the chair wobbles under him as he tries, mostly unsuccessfully, to peer around the stairs to watch Maryden sing he needs to have it. And he can’t help but look. The firelight almost causes her skin to glow rosy gold, catches in her dark hair and the way her eyes shine as she sings, it's enough to-

Wood creaks under him as Krem all but topples backward off the top of the chair. Catching himself with a hand in the last moment, wrist aching as his hand connects with the wall at an awkward angle, and he can hear Bull’s laugh across the room. Bastard.

It isn’t like Bull hasn’t made a fool of himself in front of people before. Although Krem guesses those are more on purpose than not. He sighs, rights the chair and sits back down in it, properly this time. He can’t see her anymore, but if he’s telling the truth he doesn’t really need to. The sight of her before the fire is, distracting and definitely something he thinks about often. Not that Krem has done anything about the way her voice filling the tavern makes his chest feel too tight and too light, or said anything about how her smiles can cause a blush to cover his whole body.

Not yet, anyway. Krem has a plan, and he means to follow through with it. He just… Has to figure out how. Time’s running quite short, tonight there’s going to be a small Satinalia party at the Herald’s Rest and Krem still doesn’t know what he should get Maryden, or even if she’d accept anything from him.

At first, he thought it would be easy. She’s a minstrel, get her a journal or a new set of strings for her lute. But those sounded empty and Krem wants to be thoughtful damn it. He wants to see Maryden blush, he wants to make her smile, he wants to see the softness in her eyes generally reserved for those times she’s singing to be directed just at him.

So he sighs. And he walks over to where Bull is sitting at a table with what has to be the Rest’s largest tankard sitting in front of him. And as Krem rounds the corner he finds Dorian is sitting there as well, great. “Krem-puff! Finally decided to find a decent chair did you?”

“My chair is already decent, I’ve got a question.” There’s a nervousness gnawing in the pit of his stomach and Krem doesn’t care for it one bit. But he takes Bull’s raised eyebrow for a go ahead and strangles the butterflies in his gut. “Uh, so. The Satinalia party, tonight.” His tongue is twisting around itself and Krem thinks maybe he should just go outside and pretend he never heard of this party instead of asking Bull for romance advice. “I, uh, wanted to -you know- get a present, a thoughtful present but... I, uh, don’t actually know what to get… Her…”

Raising his own, much smaller glass Dorian gives Krem a verifiable look. One elegant eyebrow raised ever so slightly, glass tipped in Krem's direction, red wine nearly spilling but not quite. “Thoughtful presents generally require more than an afternoon’s work.”

“I didn’t ask you Altus.” Krem gives him a look back.

Bull just nods, as if he was almost expecting this of them and Krem narrows his eyes at him too. “Listen Chief I didn’t come over here for bullshit I w-”

He’s cut off with a laugh, Bull shaking his head slightly. “Nah no bullshit, this is important.” At least he looks like he’s going to be serious, with the way his face scrunches up. “Well, Krem-sickle, the first thing about getting someone a gift is you gotta know what they want. Don’t look at me like that- so you know she likes writing and singing since you watch her do that every day. Do you know, anything else about her?”

Krem opens his mouth to say ‘of course he does’ and then shuts it after he can’t think of a single other thing he knows she enjoys. His brows bunch together and he crinkles his nose. Bull watches him think in silence, a smirk forming on his face. “I know she likes writing and singing, it’s not like there’s much else to do here is there. I thought, maybe she’d like a new journal?” Saying it out loud makes him cringe. It’s so insincere, careless almost. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it. But I don’t know what else to do.”

Bull keeps nodding and Krem’s stomach is in knots. “She’d appreciate it, new journal new quill, something to use.”

Before he can keep going Dorian interrupts with a snort. “Get her something no one else can.” A delicate sip of his wine, eyes looking over the rim at Krem. “Woo her, you’re a sharp young man surely you can think of something. Read her poetry, pick her flowers, write her something. Creative types drink it up.”

If his knee-jerk reaction is anything to go by this is a horrible idea. Everything from his hair to his toes is going numb at the thought of it. Him? Writing poetry? Picking flowers? Krem almost tells Dorian he’d rather run himself through with a rusty training sword but then he stops to think about it. It was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? Put thought into a gift Maryden would remember and hopefully enjoy.

And if he makes a fool of himself maybe he could recover from that.

Or maybe he could also fake his death and make a new start in Antiva.

“That’s. Not bad Altus, not bad.” Never let it be said Krem was too proud to give credit where it’s due. Even if it does curdle the words in his mouth. He has a couple of hours, it wouldn’t take him too long to do something like that, would it? Better get started now just in case, Krem leaves the table with a nod in the direction of the other two still sitting there.

The party starts at sundown, Krem heads to his room and hunts down some paper and a quill. If he’s quick he might even be able to get there before the others and give it to her without anyone else seeing. And he’ll be quick, even with his stomach trying to turn itself inside out, Krem can do this!

He absolutely could not do this. Crumpled paper is scattered about his room, in various states of tatter, and a near-empty bottle of ink rests near his elbow. This is hopeless, Maryden does this for a living she wouldn’t want whatever half-assed shitty poem he could cobble together like a child. What an idiot he is, sitting here with ink stains on his hands, he’s a mercenary what in Andraste’s name is he doing trying to write poetry ?

Krem groans, wads up the paper he was currently using and throws it backward behind him, not wanting to look at the ugly chicken scratches and horribly clunky phrasing any longer. Drops his head onto the desk, hard wood against his skin. All he wanted was a simple present! How did he manage to muck it up so badly?

There’s a cool breeze coming from the direction of the door and Krem turns sharply towards it, not wanting anyone to see the mess he’s made. But there isn’t anyone there. Krem huffs, relieved and embarrassed and definitely probably almost late for the party. He stands, stretches, maybe he just shouldn’t get Maryden anything after all. She could do better than him anyway.

A ghost of a thought across his mind, ‘but she wants you’ . Krem rolls his eyes, he’s been daydreaming too much lately. Been thinking about the firelight in Maryden’s hair and on her skin too much. Thinking how the way her eyes sometimes catch his and a smile grows on her lips. He sighs again, he really is in too deep.

Distracted by her enough it takes Krem an embarrassingly long time to notice there is a freshly picked amaryllis, blood red and shining. Narrowing his eyes at the flower he gingerly walks over and picks it up by the stem. He definitely did not pick it, but he can’t think of who would, or why. But he thinks of Maryden in the tavern, of the way she would be readying her lute in front of the fire, and of the party about to start. And he thinks of the smile she would give, just for him, if he gave her a winter-blooming flower.

Leaves with it held in front of him, butterflies returning to his stomach in full force. Walks down to the Herald’s Rest anyways, enters to the sound of laughter and flutes. Not Maryden’s music, too fast and too untrained, Krem looks around to see if he can find her, amaryllis moving behind his back.

Finds her standing just off next to the fire, lute in hand, where she’s in just enough shadow to be overlooked for now. Perfect. Quietly, Krem makes his way across the tavern and with his chest about to burst he tries to clear his throat softly. “Maryden?”

She looks up, eyes wide and dark in the flickering firelight. “Krem? Are you here to make a request, I’m not playing ye-”

“Oh! No, I, um, I’m here to- I mean I came over-” Tripping over himself, making an absolute fool of himself. “I just, sorry let me start over.” Krem takes a deep breath, pulls the amaryllis out from behind him held delicately by ink-stained fingers. “I want to give you this, I had- Um, I tried to write you a poem but, turns out I’m not as good at it as you are.”

Maryden smiles and its better than anything Krem has ever been able to imagine. All at once each of the butterflies in his stomach take flight, leaving him breathless and light. Heart hammering in his chest, a slight blush rising in Maryden’s cheeks. “How sweet of you.”

Her fingers brush against his as she takes the flower from his slack grip. Holds it up to her nose and takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut only to open a moment later and connect with Krem’s. The warmth in them, brown turned honey-gold by the fire, causes his heart to flip in his chest.

“You know, in Ferelden we have our own Satinalia flowers.” A smile with a hint of teeth, “And if you look up, we happen to be standing under one of my favorites.”

Of course Krem looks up. Spots the sprig of green leaves and white berries tied together with a red bow, one of many hanging from the rafters.

“Mistletoe.” Maryden’s soft fingers against his chest starling and new, Krem jerking his gaze back down to face her. “Do you know what happens when people stand under mistletoe Krem?”

Her fingers against his neck now, curling around the back to pull his head down. Krem gulps, hard. Heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, heat across his whole face. “They kiss.”

Maryden smiles and tilts her head so her lips are ghosting over Krem’s. “That’s right, they kiss.”

Soft lips tasting of cider, of warm firelight and music. Krem gasps, air leaving his lungs in a heady rush. Time freezing, halting around them as Maryden presses her lips against his under the mistletoe with a flower stained with ink held in her hands between them. Heart bursting in his chest, butterflies fleeing to his veins and the whole of him feels like he could fly.

Moments passing too quickly when Maryden pulls back slightly, “Happy Satinalia Krem,” Murmured against kissed lips, half-lidded eyes and a smile brighter than any hearth.

“Happy Satinalia Maryden.”

"When the party is over you absolutely have to read me your poems."

What fool Krem is indeed.

#dragon age #dai #krem x maryden #krem #maryden #my writing #this is was so fun and sweet and im so stinking happy i got to write it

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