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sorryimananti-romantic · 2 years ago

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Ateez as Dads-

collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell who shares the same single braincell as me bc we know we're not the only ones obsessed with the recent ateez x children content

(disclaimer: i don't like babies. but the idea of ateez handling babies? adorable. loren, however, loves kids so here's the outcome)

Hongjoong

"hold this thing, i don't know what to do with it."

"that's your child, hongjoong."

looks like the frightened hamster meme when the baby starts crying out of nowhere

sometimes sleeps through the baby crying its lungs out at night LMAO but that's only when he's exhausted asf

bet he'll write a song or two about fatherhood too and you'll be like 'what would you know about it you slept through the night'

may be uncomfortable at times but when he starts bonding, you'll see it in his actions

like when he reforms cute little things like clothings or shoes for his baby, adding little dangly things to the crib

or when he makes cute accessories for the baby

matching reformed things omg

super stylish matching parent-kid duo

the bonding literally happens with the smallest moment like one day the baby is crying in his arms and tugs at his shirt with its little fist and he's done for he loves his kid 10000x more all of a sudden

and when the baby calms down immediately after coming into his arms? he'll die of happiness

and when the baby recognises him in a group of people??? new level of dad unlocked

literally melts whenever the kid runs across the room to fly into his arms or calls him daddy

paints the room for his kid and gives them a wall in their room to paint whatever they like

lets the kid paint his nails and they could even have that one matching painted fingernail omg

later when the kid grows up they'll have uv lights and like the latest stuff for nails but you bet hongjoong's gonna dry that nail paint by blowing on it-

literally the most supportive, allowing the kid to explore beyond conventional boundaries and guiding them along

also very attentive esp when they start growing up and observing

he'll make sure he answers all of their curious little questions to the best of their understanding

and surprisingly, he won't mind his kid in his studio

like how adorable is it when you find your kid in his lap, sharing earphones as he composes?

he just loves it when they sit on him or when they lie down next to him/on top of him when he's resting that's his therapy

Seonghwa

more of a mother than the real mother

knows exactly what to do like he's raised six kids already (i'm looking at you ateez)

wakes up at ass o clock in the morning to shush the crying baby so you can get some sleep :')

mother-coded that's what he is

you'll definitely be learning motherhood from him LMAO

but jokes aside he's actually the best partner you could have asked for in such a situation

he's so so patient with the kid and you

esp you

he understands when you're overwhelmed and when you need a break

so he's always willing to give you some space and takes care of the kid in the meanwhile which is so :')

so you try your best to return it to him in every way as well <3

you'll both be figuring this journey out together and that's the best part

bonds with the kid so good

esp when they start going to school and he literally can't wait for them to get home so he can hear about how their day was

lives for the gossip he gets from his kids about school too LOL

he'll be like yass give me the tea come on

also pretty much behaves like a kid when he's having a good time with his kids

like he goes 'no it's my turn to select the ice cream flavour you have to try this you'll love it i'm not hearing a no-'

kids teach him new slangs but you bet he'll stick to the good old 'no cap' and 'yeet'

gets matching stupid stuff like those green alien glasses for him and the kid-

you just know your kids will love him more than you and you accept it. you don't mind that at all bc he's such a lovable person

he'll always be running around the house with them trying to catch them or letting them catch him

they will watch animated movies together and draw together and make legos together they're gonna share that obsession

he's there. always. in every moment of their life :')

Yunho

curious to learn

but that doesn't stop him from playing with the baby like they're a toy boi has no fear

he's always gushing over how small and cute and adorable they are

he'll also be a bit scared at first to hold the baby in his arms but will get used to it real quick

loves feeding them and cleaning them with you

he's got some sort of magic to him too he can soothe a crying baby in seconds

plays with them/holds them like they're a cat/puppy

gives them rides on his shoulders and they love it you can hear their laughter ring around the house

teases you about how they look nothing like you but if they do look like you more, he'll be scanning them for one similarity that he can boast about.

"he's got my smile. see?"

loves playing with their hair and combing and styling it

also loves it when you all match unintentionally when going out

the type to play with the kids in the most unconventional ways when you're not looking

almost accidentally drops the baby at least once a week- i said ALMOST okay he's good at catching.

kids cling on to his long legs and he effortlessly walks like no big deal omgg

would even swing his legs like an amusement ride which might possibly earn a scream from you-

also once used the laundry basket as a rollercoaster for the kid. you can imagine how that ended. no living beings were harmed tho-

HE'S A FUN DAD OK

literally his kids are always running around him asking him to do sth fun with them or tell them jokes or play with him

teaches the kids the latest trends

makes dancing tik toks with them

he's actually also the super responsible dad, always dependable. you literally have nothing to worry about esp bc he can be serious when he needs to be

he allows the kids to take challenges, believing the kids need to grow at their own pace and that getting hurt is also a part of growing up

teaches them to be kind, to respect people, to always smile

goes on dates with them to the amusement parks, aquariums, carnivals etc and when they're older they go fishing or go-karting

Yeosang

(sincerely apologise for using a photo with alcohol in a post with babies BUT DOES HE NOT LOOK BABY HERE???)

the babiest of dads

googles whatever the baby does as if that will give him the answer

notices every little thing the baby does

follows instructions like a robot

forgets that the baby is actually a baby and they can't really do their stuff themselves so he has to do it for them-

like for example after a meal he clears the high chair and forgets he needs to help the baby off the chair until it wails LOL

is always worrying about what the baby is feeling esp when it is crying without a reason

always fusses about the little things bc he cares so much :')

sometimes you have to sit him down and tell him that it's okay if the baby is crying-

he even enjoys simply watching the baby esp when they do stupid stuff or play around with food

"that's disgusting but so adorable"

gets taught the latest trends by his kid but still ends up using them in the wrong contexts lmao

yeosang and the kid wailing about the mom on their way home until yeo takes the wrong turn and the kid glares at him and points to the right direction

yeosang and the kid in the shopping mall and yeosang gets lost

goes to the counter to pay but taps his pockets bc he can't find his wallet and the kid sighs loudly and hands it to him

yeosang taking his kid to the parent teacher meeting and he forgets HE'S the parent

he may be forgetful and zone out at times but he's actually very responsible. you never worry whenever you leave your kid with him and go out. you can depend on him <3

you'll see him mature as his kids grow up too, like you can literally see him learning fatherhood

doesn't mean they won't open dexter's laboratory when you're gone and clean up the mess before you come-

sees cute posts about lunchboxes with octopus sausage and seaweed characters on the rice but canNOT replicate it even after spending hours but the kids flaunt it like a masterpiece at their school <3 (loren you're so right for this)

his kids' friends WILL have a crush on yeosang. the teachers might too. how could you not??

his kids gon be the prettiest istg-

San

i'm sorry to break it to you but you'll have to take care of two babies <3

as loren said 'normal children learn behaviours from their parents. san learns behaviours from the baby.'

pretends to cry when the baby is crying so he can also receive hugs and kisses from you

he's actually the most responsive father ever, like he'll know what's actually happening with the kid instead of pretending to know

it's like he's connected to them on an astral level

so he's pretty much a natural caretaker

like he said, he knows how to give love

so he'll never make you feel less loved as well

he'll keep reassuring you how imp you are to him esp now that you're the mother of his child and he'll always be grateful to you for bringing this blessing into his life

but he also has his moments LMAO like i can just imagine him playing with the kid in the most babiest of manners

to the point the kid refuses to listen to you

the kids will always ALWAYS choose him whenever they're asked the 'who do you love more mom or dad' question

and even though that makes you pissed momentarily bc pls who wouldn't get pissed you find it super adorable how much your kids love their dad

safe place.

tells his kids early on what's good and what's bad. no compromises

teaches them when to be sorry and when to stand up for themselves

taekwondo together <3 he'll make them show off at family events or stuff and demand that the audience give good reactions otherwise he's gonna pout sooo hard

he'll make sure his kids don't laze around. chores? yes. exercise? yes. nap-time? necessary. homework? don't even dare to say no. play-time? HELL YES

teaches traditional games to his kids too and makes them interact with other kids to play instead of video games so early on

the video games are HIS okay they can't touch it until they grow up

kids go to him for help in school work and he'll sit there all zoned out wondering when the hell this got included in their syllabus

will refuse to give up until you catch him tired and scratching his head in confusion

"i'm pretty sure education gets tougher every year."

"whatever helps you sleep at nights san <3" LOL

loves spending time together, all of you, anywhere as long as you all are together <3

Mingi

9/10 times will cry when the baby cries

but also really good at taking care of them and it amazes him too

calms the baby down with the cutest most concerned face ever so he looks more baby than the baby

pretends to sleep when the baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night

until you poke his stomach and go 'don't you fucking dare' and he starts laughing helplessly

but then takes the reins and lets you sleep if you look too done <3

jokingly tries to gaslight you into thinking it's your turn to settle the baby but you bet you're keeping tabs too

but when he sees how tired you look, he'll never ever complain no matter how tired he may be himself. will even tuck YOU into bed

the type to sit in the lounge with some kid's show on with the kid itself and you give him snacks to feed the kid

but at some point he got a taste and now he's looking at the packaging and going 'this shit good' when it's actually some baby-friendly snack 😭

and then suddenly it's all gone and the kid is glaring at mingi with angry eyes 😭😭 and he's like pleasure is temporary my child-

but now he has his own fav baby snacks too.

does freestyle rapping about the misery of fatherhood LMAO

also does lame stuff like tapping on the baby's shoulder and when they turn to look at him he has his finger out so it pokes the baby's cheek like-

gets matching shades for him and the kid

hangs out with them a lot, even if it's inside

hears every story they have to tell but also they just looooveee to hear stories from him bc he's a good storyteller

even though half of the shit is made up but he pretends it actually happened-

"one time i saw your mom ugly crying in a shop. i asked her what the matter was. she saw me and fell in love instantly."

"wasn't it the other way?"

loves swinging his kids in his arms whenever he comes home and then you stand there all pouty and he runs after you-

can't scold kids to save himself. can never. always bursts out laughing whenever he glares at them. so you do that for him.

now you're the antagonist in the house

can't handle when his kids are being adorable like he'll just clutch his heart and pretend to faint

best father-kid dynamic bc he's the playful but responsible dad

Wooyoung

he's a natural at this come on

"i feel like he's more my sibling than my own child"

always has his baby in his arms to the point you have to snatch it from him bc you can see he's tired

takes care of everything- from bathing them to feeding them. he's so good at it too

you love him even more bc he may tease you to bits but you never thought he'd be a cooperative lovable menace too

talks to the baby in baby language and they actually hold conversations

and when you join he'll just make fun of you LOL

starts treating you like a baby too when you're tired and you're not sure you hate that you might actually start doing it on purpose too-

taught the kid the art to charm people so they're throwing random cheeky compliments around

like they'll go to a shop and the kid will compliment the shopkeeper and they'll be like omg so precious and hand freebies

and those freebies would be wooyoung's earnings btw aint no way the kid gon have those

will train a family of cutest loveable menaces :')

the chef dad

creates masterpiece lunchboxes for his kids that even the teachers are tempted to steal

i can just imagine the girl friend (also crush) of wooyoung's son at school having a big fat crush on wooyoung and wanting to marry him like come on😭😭

then the son gets super grumpy about it and woo sits him down and asks what's bothering him

then he'll teach him how to bake cookies and the son ends up sweeping the girl off her feet omgg

woo placing his hands over his kid's hands bc they're too small to properly hold the piping bag when they decorate cakes and cookies and cupcakes

them playing in the kitchen and throwing flour on each other and you come and look all smugly at woo bc yes you're gonna clean this mess later on

but you end up joining them :')

dolls up his kids and asks them to kiss him on both his cheeks before they leave

and you bet the kids love that routine

hugs. all the time. hugs.

makes sure to capture these moments for memories if you haven't already and he'll love looking back at these days <3

Jongho

best dad

makes sure he doesn't forget to take care of you as you take care of the baby :')

always gets surprised when the baby does sth new

priceless reactions from him, esp when the baby first says a comprehensible word or takes its first steps

always spreading his arms whenever he spots the baby so the baby can crawl/walk/run to him

swings them in the air and does those little throws

the strong dad. the one who's carrying the kids effortlessly- one on the shoulder, one under the arm, walking as if they weigh nothing

jongho's kid: hi i'm hungry

jongho: hi hungry, i'm dad

overuses every dumb dad joke ever to exist but still finds it super hilarious and sometimes you'll end up laughing along

"back in my days-"

"ah shit here we go again."

bc you know dad jokes aside he's actually a super funny guy when he wants to be

the type to team up with his kid to tease YOU

whispers shit in their ears like 'go pull out your mom's hairclip as revenge for her not letting us hang out in the snow with ice cream last night' when you're super occupied and gets a good laugh out of it

taps your shoulder and then looks away when you glare at him but ends up pointing at the kid like the kid's the one who did it-

when the two are a giggling mess it's hard to differentiate who's the actual kid from the parent

sings with his kids a lot. might vocally train them a bit too

road trips are gonna be so much more fun when everyone's singing at the top of their lungs

when his kid is older and starts to get school assignments that require some form of art like creating a model or designing a poster, his kid is definitely going to score an A because jongho can and WILL help and end up over-achieving LOL

will plan with his kids on days like valentine's or mother's day or anniversary, prepare to get serenaded by the lot

he involves them a lot in everything so they grow up super smart

loves doing stupid things with the kids too like he'll literally be the one following the kids at times

but you love it bc you never have to worry about anything with him ;-; <3 he's also super protective

unless there's a bug in front of you. then you're all on your own.

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hyunjin-mylove · 1 year ago

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First morning of forever

You open your eyes to a brightly lit room. The morning sun coming in through the balcony doors that have been left open.

As your eyes adjust to the morning, you take in the room. The hotel sheets are warm and soft around you. Clothes litter the floor - your cheeks flush at the memories of last night. A water bottle has been left on your bedside table and you sit up to take a sip. The breeze from the open doors spreads goosebumps down your bare arms. It's then that you notice the empty spot next to you in the bed, quickly losing warmth.

You look over to the balcony, spotting your husband of not even 24 full hours. Instantly, you're warmed by the image of his figure standing out on the balcony, taking in the world below. His tan skin glows in the morning sunlight, almost like he's some angel and not a mere mortal. Hyunjin always had that aura about him and you were left completely speechless every time you recognized it. The silky robe he threw on when he got out of bed sways gently as another breeze rolls in. This time, you barely notice, too enraptured by the man you get to call your husband.

The ring on his finger sparkles in the sun, catching your eye. A smile finds its way to your lips as you recall how excited you were to put it on him the day before that your hands couldn't stop shaking until he guided your hands to his. Tears begin to well up as you recite his vows in your head, poetic by nature, and you need to lean back into the pillows to brunt the force of love and emotions hitting you all at once.

As if sensing you've awoken, Hyunjin turns to meet your eyes with his own. A gentle smile graces his face as he carefully takes in his bride. You're sure your hair is a mess and your pajamas were never the cutest, but there was not a hint of judgement in his eyes. The sun hit his eyes in such a way that plain old brown could no longer describe them, but no matter what colour they were, pure love was all you could see in them. It was all you'd ever seen when he looked at you.

Gracefully, almost as if he's floating, his long legs take him to the bed where you lay. He sits next to you and cups your face in his large hands. A kiss is pressed to your forehead and his thumbs swipe away the tears that fell when you closed your eyes in contentment at being held by him.

"Good morning, my love," he mumbles against your hairline. Hyunjin pulls away to look you in your eyes once again. "Happy tears or sad?"

"Happy," comes your wet reply. The grin on your face pulls at your cheeks in a way that you know he's restraining himself from pinching. "So very happy. Just overwhelmed by how much I love you."

You watch as tears begin to well up in his own eyes at your admission before he finds refuge in your hair. Even now that you're finally married, those three words coming from your mouth will always overwhelm him. His arms squeeze you close. The warmth radiating from him is grounding on this gentle, early morning.

Hyunjin's response comes as soft words whispered into your hair.

"You have no idea just the depths of my love for you. I meant what I said yesterday when I said I'm with you until the end. You've taken my heart and soul; I cannot live without you."

You gently push him away so you can see his face. He easily goes but before he can continue his speech, you pull him to your lips. The kiss is wet, both of your tears mixing on each other's cheeks, but it is no less gentle than he promised the day he learned your first kiss would be his to cherish. His hands find their home on your cheek and around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your grip pulls him even closer to you, where he's practically laying on top of you, but it's exactly where you both want him to be. The plans he made for your first day as a married couple can wait, if it means you can stay in each other's embrace a little longer.

Hi!! Thank you so much for reading! The moment those pictures were released, all I could imagine was what it would be like to wake up to him the first morning of your honeymoon and this is what came about :)

#im aware im delulu #and that im dramatic #dont look at me #i just really love him okay #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fanfic #skz #skz x reader #skz fluff

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mononijikayu · 9 months ago

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gum— ryomen sukuna.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!

WARNING/S: nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, orgasm, humor, teasing, flirting, playfulness, possessiveness, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, depiction of sexual acts, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, bad boy bf! sukuna, goodie two shoes gf!;

WORD COUNT: 1.2k words.

NOTE: the song ggum by txt's yeonjun is stuck in my head and i just??? i can't stop listening to it right now. i want to stop, but like??? its really really good. anyway, i'm working on other things right now and most of them are going to be in the longer format. but i hope you enjoy them anyway. i'll be back with something new soon!!! i love you all <3

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IF THERE’S ANYTHING SUKUNA’S GOOD AT, IT'S CHEWING GUM AND WINNING YOU. And your boyfriend revels in it. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your fingers tangling in the sheets beneath you as Ryomen Sukuna’s mouth works you over with expert precision.

It’s a sight you never thought you’d be part of—a "goodie two-shoes" girl, everyone’s picture-perfect student, tangled up with the campus bad boy. But here you are, completely undone. He’s the only one who can do this to you. And he knows it.

You could feel his rough hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you pinned down while his tongue moves skillfully against your throbbing core. He grinned as though he was delighted. Because you know he was. You knew that he was happy, that none would see him the way he does. No one's allowed to see his goodie two shoes like this but him. And no one will.

You can't stop the loud echoing moans spilling from your lips, the intensity of his mouth sending sparks through your body. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his face as his tongue flicks and curls in a rhythm that drives you to the edge.

You glance down, and the sight of him between your legs only adds fuel to the fire. His bright scarlet eyes lock with yours, a wicked gleam in them as he gives you a grin, never slowing his pace. Your face twists in pleasure, a mix of gasps and whimpers falling from your lips. Your boyfriend’s the most wicked man in the world. And you’re excited about it.

You feel like you’re going to lose it, your body trembling, legs shaking as he pulls you deeper into a euphoric haze. You haven’t come in a while, not even when you want to. You were too crazy about not failing your exams. And Sukuna respected that. But you know it too well that it got the best of him too, to wait. He likes pleasure as much as he loves you. And Sukuna adores having both.

Even with his tongue buried deep between your thighs, Ryomen Sukuna’s bad-boy persona never falters. You catch the faintest scent of mint—he’s chewing gum, the same cocky grin stretching across his lips while he devours you like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

You don't know why he does it. But he does this sometimes. And he enjoys it. So you feel the sweetness of his mouth and the mint of his breath take you in as though there was nothing sweeter or delicious in the world than you.

The rhythm of his tongue never stops, even as he adjusts his jaw slightly, that damn piece of gum rolling from one side of his mouth to the other. It’s maddening, the way he’s so casual about it, like he isn’t unraveling you entirely, like he’s not completely in control.

Your body’s trembling, skin on fire as you push your hips harder against his mouth, chasing the wave of pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue. He hums against your soaked core, and the vibration sends a shudder up your spine.

"Mm, tastes better than gum, doll." he murmurs, his voice muffled, laced with amusement. "You tastin' so good, even better than before."

He doesn't even stop to swallow his words, just dives back in, his grip on your thighs tightening, pulling you closer to his face. You bite your lip to stifle a scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. It was all too much. And yet you still craved for more.

Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably, and Sukuna seems to revel in it, his mouth never losing its cruel, delicious pace. You’re so close, teetering on the edge, and the sound of him lazily chewing that gum only heightens the absurdity, making your head spin.

You grind against his face, desperate for release, and with a low growl, Sukuna pushes you over the brink. The world around you shatters into blinding pleasure as your body shakes and trembles under his relentless mouth. His tongue doesn’t let up, riding you through the waves, leaving you breathless and spent, pinned under the weight of his wicked grin.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, still trembling from the intense orgasm Sukuna just pulled from you. Unshed tears pooling in your eyes, your head slanted to the side, as you take a breath. He made a mess out of you.

He pulls back slightly, lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork, and that damn piece of gum is still in his mouth, rolling lazily over his tongue. He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then, with that smug grin of his, he looks up at you, eyes dark with mischief.

"Didn't expect the good girl to be such a mess, doll." he teases, his voice low and full of that rough-edged charm. His fingers trace lazy circles along your inner thigh, sending aftershocks through your overstimulated body. “You sure you're not addicted to this already?”

You try to glare at him, but your body betrays you, hips still twitching slightly, aching for more despite everything.

"S-Shut up!" you manage to gasp, but it’s weak, your voice shaky from how thoroughly he wrecked you. The smirk on his face grows wider as he leans forward, his breath hot against your thigh.

"You’re all shy and innocent in class, doll." he continues, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But when you're spread out for me, you can’t stop begging for it, huh?"

His words are teasing, cruel in a way that makes your pulse quicken, but there’s something magnetic in the way he says it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s infuriating. You try to sit up, but he pushes you back down gently, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before trailing his mouth back up toward your sensitive core.

"What’s the rush, doll, hm?" he purrs, eyes locked on yours, completely unbothered. "I’m not done with you yet. I’m still…hungry."

You can feel him smirking against your skin as he slides a finger through your slickness, deliberately slow, watching your reaction. "Look at you, doll." he drawls, clearly enjoying every second of your helplessness. "Already soaked again. Guess I’m pretty good at this, huh?"

You grit your teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of another moan, but your body betrays you, heat pooling in your stomach again. His finger teases you mercilessly, sliding just barely inside before pulling away, leaving you aching for more.

"Come on, just admit it, doll." he coaxes, clearly reveling in your frustration. "You love it when I do this, don't you?" His finger circles your entrance again, maddeningly slow, as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, doll. Tell me how much you love it."

You want to resist, but the words slip out in a breathless whisper before you can stop them. You mewl in pleasure. "I love it. I love it so much, baby!"

Sukuna chuckles darkly, satisfied. "That’s my bestest girl, hm?”

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hoshiseon-digiarc · 1 year ago

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desire ♱ 001

♰ pairings :: ot8 vampire!ateez x fem!witch!reader

♰ genre :: dark fantasy, smut, strangers to ?? to lovers, fluff, maybe slight angst?, soulmates/fated lovers

♰ gen. content :: polyamory , references to religious themes, witchcraft and magick, mythical beings of all kinds, mentions of other idols, vampires with magical abilities, switches povs

♰ chapter warnings :: fear/anxiety, description of injury

♰ word count :: 8.1k 0_0

♰ note :: this took me entirely too long but hey! first chapter woohoo!! this will be my first time ever writing a series but i'm very excited :] pls give me feedback i'd love to hear your thoughts! and if i missed any warnings lmk!!

♰ main m.list | series m.list | next ♰

i've been walking for quite some time, i realize probably much later than i should. the sun had started setting long ago and now the forest was almost too dark to really see anything. but i need this mushroom. if this ointment isn't finished by tomorrow the merchants will never buy it and then how will i feed myself for the next week or so-

snap!

i feel my heart thump against my rib cage as my head whips up at the distinct sound of a twig snapping. i focus my gaze on where the sound came from and watch as a squirrel scuttles up the trunk of a large tree. i feel the tension in my body release a little. great, now i'm being paranoid. if i hadn't gotten so absorbed in that book then maybe i wouldn't have to be out here past dark searching for a damn plant. as i grumble to myself internally, i become less and less aware of my steps which is never good for someone who trips over thin air more than is probably considered normal. and in that moment, the universe seems to prove that point by way of me tripping over a large rock and falling flat on my stomach. i groan as pain shoots through my already bruised knees (from tripping prior to this). brushing off dirt and leaves i stand back up and huff. i accept defeat and turn to hopefully find my way back to my cabin. only to realize, i have no idea where i am. have i seriously wandered so far? i do a 360 and cannot recognize any of the trees surrounding me. anxiety starts to settle in my gut as i come to the conclusion i am very lost. you'd think living in the woods would teach me enough lessons about roaming said woods in the dark...but apparently not. even still, standing here will get me nowhere so i turn back the way (i think) i came from and start to make the journey back. i pray to every god there is that i do not manage to get more lost as i try to keep track of the trees that i am passing… with little luck since its only getting darker.

ssssnap!

i freeze mid step as a branch snaps somewhere behind me. whatever that was sounded much bigger than a squirrel. my heart pounds in my chest as the overwhelming fear twists my gut. reluctantly, my head turns to the sound to see nothing but a vast, dark ocean of trees. the once comforting darkness spikes my paranoia as my eyes struggle to focus on my surroundings. i hear another branch snap and whip my head to my right. still, i see nothing but darkness. this is not good. with no other option, i continue the path i started. anxiety courses through me as i walk and now im acutely more aware of every little sound, down to the puff of my own breath leaving my mouth. as the fear crawls up my spine, i start to walk faster and faster until im damn near jogging. i continuously stumble over the natural debris covering the forest floor but i keep my brisk pace, not bothering to slow down.

as my boots catch on a particularly large tree branch, i fall and look up to see that i seem to have come into a decent sized... clearing. in the middle of the woods? i push myself to my feet and look around to see a near perfect circle of space between the cluster of trees. i step farther out of the tree line and strain my eyes to try and see anything that could help me identify where i am. but i definitely would have remembered this clearing if i'd ever stumbled across it before. i've never seen anything like this in these woods besides the clearing surrounding my own home. as i look around confusedly, i forget that there was a small chance i was being followed by something. instead astonishment replaces the fear as i look around. but not for long. i start to hear the distinct sound of crunching leaves coming from my right. this time my entire body freezes for a fraction of a second and i do not turn to see whatever it is coming for me. instead i turn left and start to run. as i sprint through the tree line, i make it long enough that the clearing behind me starts to morph back into endless trees. but turning back to look proves to be a mistake as i trip once again and fall, unable to catch myself as i collide with the ground. sharp pain shoots through my knee again and i know this time i would not just have a bruise. i wince and cry as i push into the dirt to roll onto my back.

through my fear, i could only hear my boots making contact with the earth beneath me but now that i am still i can definitely hear the pursuit of something coming towards me. it doesn't sound like running but then again i may not be able to hear over the sound of my own pounding heart and heaving breaths. i attempt to scramble to my feet and push through the pain in my leg but i can only manage a weak limping jog. i feel tears pool in my eyes as i stop to lean my side against a tree. there's just no way i'll make it to my cabin like this. and there's no way i'd beat whatever it is that's following me. as the pain in my knee starts to throb, i sink lower until i'm sitting with my back against the tree. through my wallowing i failed to realize that the sound from before had stopped. as i turn my head to look around, i spot a silhouette off to my left. back from where i originally started running. it looks like.... a person? who in their right mind would be out this far? it seems like the seconds drag on as i stare wordlessly at the unmoving figure. i have no options to weigh so i wait. for impending doom most certainly. but there's nothing i can really do. trying to get up again really isn't practical and would just alert them to my location, if they don't see me already.

i blink and suddenly the figure looks a lot closer than they were a second ago. no... my mind is playing tricks on me no one moves that fast. my heart rate kicks into high gear as the figure starts to become larger. they're definitely getting closer. my reflexes kick in and i scramble with no success to get onto my feet. i hear my breath stutter and a cry threatens to leave my lips as the figure finally really comes into view and then stops. though it's still very dark, they're close enough now that i can see the person is a man. he's human looking... enough. but that doesn't really quell my fear. he's still not close enough that he could hear me if i spoke in a normal tone but i know he can see me. i watch as his head tilts to the side for a second before he starts to walk, much slower now, towards me.

"are you injured?" though he's still not very close, his voice carries and i can hear the genuine concern (and confusion) in his tone. he sounds human enough. i nod, not trusting my voice at this current moment. he walks until he's standing an arms length away and then crouches down.

"i apologize. i didn't mean to frighten you, are you lost?" oh. though i tried to focus on his words i became quickly distracted by his voice. a smooth rich tenor that made my brain a little fuzzy. i still can't see his face clearly but he has to be pretty with a voice like that. i was so caught up in my own thoughts i completely ignored his question. "oh, that may not be an appropriate thing to ask... uh if you're okay with it, i may be able to help you." he quickly backpedals once he gets no response from me. it takes me a few seconds to answer but really what have i got to lose? only my literal life. i can't get anywhere like this and there's... something about him. i would say my intuition has never done me wrong and if i'm trusting it, he doesn't seem likely to hurt me. so i nod once again and try to will the shakiness out of my voice.

"okay... i um, i can't walk." i say, my voice quiet as i look to my leg that is still in pain. he follows my gaze as if he could really see what i was referring to. nevermind the dark, he definitely can't see past the two skirts i have on and the knee high socks and combat boots. he seems to realize this fact as he clears his throat and turns back to me.

"i can carry you... if that's alright with you, of course." he answers back. he almost sounds shy... or embarrassed? not being able to see his face clearly is really bugging me but i nod anyway. he moves to make it easier for him to maneuver me before an arm encircles my waist and i'm being lifted from my seated position. i quickly swing my arm to go around his shoulders, ignoring the warmth i feel creeping up my neck, and try to hold most of my weight. once he has me mostly lifted up he scoops his other arm under my legs. i hiss when the movement causes a jolt of pain through my knee.

i feel him tense and i rush to reassure him. "i'm okay, sorry my knee is just.... i'm fine really." i say and he relaxes, letting out a soft ‘okay’ as he stands back up to full height. as he starts to walk i can't help but try and study his face. this close i can see him a bit more clearly but not by much, the only light being from the bright, full moon. i can see enough to notice his hair and the outline of his features but not much more than that. as i look at him, i feel a question bubble to the surface and can't help but voice it.

"why are you helping me?" i ask hesitantly, hoping it doesn't sound like an accusation.

"well... had i not frightened you, you would not have gotten injured. i do sincerely apologize, i had not expected you to run." he says matter-of-factly, like that was the entire reason he approached me in the first place. even though i can feel that that’s not the entire reason he started to follow me, i see nothing else to say so we continue on in silence. i watch as the trees break and we end up back in the clearing. which confuses me but i say nothing. once we're a few paces away from the tree line he stops. expecting to see nothing, i turn and look out into the clearing. except now there's a very large mansion sitting in the middle of it. my jaw drops as i stare. there's absolutely no way i would've missed that! but then i feel it. there's a subtle tremor in the air like a shimmering in the energy. magick. it tingles against my senses and if i didn't practice magick i would never have felt it. but it's definitely there. there’s no way… illusion magick is hardly used anymore and you'll find very few who are able to conjure illusions around anymore, most magick users being wary of them. so how he managed an illusion this strong is beyond me. i reach out with my senses, trying to feel the man's aura but i sense nothing out of the ordinary. he feels… normal. so how in the hell- he's..not alone. as the realization dawns on me, the mansion comes to life, lights turning on inside and out.

"ah, this would probably be a good time to mention that i do not live alone." he says sheepishly as he looks down at my awestruck expression. "most of my housemates should be asleep or off to their own activities so we most likely won't be disturbed." i don't miss the maybes in that statement.

"oh...okay." i breathe out still not believing my eyes. just as he's about to continue walking, the grand front door slowly swings open. i think i hear him mutter something under his breath but i don't pay attention long enough to try and discern what it was. the man standing at the door is tall in stature and i notice a similarity in the way they carry themselves with the grace of someone of high status. almost royal in a way. he strides down the steps towards where we stand but stops farther away than i assumed he was going to.

"who's this?" the taller man says as he looks between me and the man currently cradling me. i probably should've gotten his name. he seems to realize this too as he looks down at me with furrowed brows.

"y/n... i'm y/n." i answer instead, trying to save the awkwardness.

"and i'm yunho, nice to meet you. what...happened, seonghwa?" yunho smiles as he says it but he shares a look with his housemate, who i now know the name of, that i don't understand.

"i startled her and she fell while running. her knee seems to be injured." seonghwa summarizes but there's another look that passes between the two. like they're not just having this conversation out loud.

"ah, i see. well in that case, you're in good hands." yunho shifts his gaze to me and his eyes soften, similar to the way it would if you were trying to console a wounded animal. i can't help but smile at the kindness in his tone. seonghwa walks up to yunho and the latter turns to go back up the steps with us in tow. as we walk through the door, i'm immediately overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the interior. and we're only in the foyer! i can't even begin to imagine the rest of the mansion.

the decor is dark; a blend of black, silver, and shades of red everywhere you turn. in the middle of the foyer sits a small pedestal with a statue of a woman with devilish wings standing atop it. she stares up with long, clawed hands reaching up towards the luxurious chandelier that glitters like diamonds. the floors are dark marbled tile and the ceilings are higher than i thought was ever possible. there's a wide, curved staircase on either side leading up to what i can assume is another beautiful foyer. down the hall in front of us leads to what i can see is the living room on one side and the kitchen and dining area on the other. i can't see the details from here but i see the decor in there is also black and red. the entire place is lit up in a warm glow from the light fixtures lining the walls.

as i admire the opulence, i forget about the two men waiting with me. that is until i feel eyes on me. when i snap out of my daze i see yunho looking at me, there's a gentle smile curving his lips and w o w. in the dark i couldn't make out his features very well but... he is beautiful. even more so than his home. my eyes rove over his tall, lean figure and i try not to let my jaw hang. his brown hair is highlighted with honey blonde streaks throughout and his skin is perfectly clear. he's dressed head to toe in black with a long overcoat that brushes the back of his shins. the only color in his ensemble is the red on the inside of his coat and red accents on the undone buttons of his loose black shirt. the smile curving his lips slowly morphs into a smirk as i continue to stare. we make eye contact and i shift my gaze immediately, embarrassed at having been caught.

"we will have to go upstairs, all of my supplies are in the study at the moment." seonghwa says apologetically, though i only realized halfway through his statement that he was speaking to me. i turn to look up at him and am once again struck by beauty beyond my comprehension. no seriously, what did i walk into? and how many more of them are there?! i try (and fail) to stare less but i can't help it. his eyes are sharp, almost piercing but also kind as he looks at me. blonde strands of hair fall into his eyes and i have the strangest urge to push them away. his skin is clear even this close and he smells delightful. has he smelt like this the whole time and why have i just noticed? i snap out of it quickly enough that neither of them suspects my silence and reassure him that it's fine.

"i'll leave you both to it, i have things to attend to. but if you need anything let me know." yunho smiles and bows his head at me before passing another silent look with seonghwa. he walks away, hands in his pockets as he takes the steps. he turns as he gets to the top, sparing me a last look and there's something i can't put my finger on in his eyes. but then he's disappearing down the hall before i can decipher what his look meant.

seonghwa

i look down at the girl in my arms out of my periphery again. for the millionth time since we arrived at the mansion. i wonder if she's noticed me stealing glances at her. not likely considering she has yet to mention it. i just don't understand. she shouldn't have been able to get into the clearing let alone our home. she stumbled through the barrier completely unaware of the alarm she raised inside these very walls. we all felt it when she passed through. the dim trill in the air, a slight shift in the energy. i can still feel the way my hair stood on edge and my senses heightened. our magick is powerful, we'd made very sure of it. so how was she here? and why? from what i can tell, she seems very human. she smells very human.

she was right to have run at first but then she put up no fight coming here. it made no sense. this poor girl... she has no earthly clue what she's willingly walked herself into. or rather allowed me to lead her into. even now as i carry her up the steps, she seems utterly calm. of course i can still feel the way her heartbeat hasn't gone back to normal and i can feel the nervousness around the edges of her energy. but every time she looks up at me, her eyes are clear. no worry creasing her forehead or apprehension in her gaze. just clear curiosity. and i feel no anxiety with her here. not really. except for the swirling confusion, i feel... relaxed. definitely not how i should feel with an intruder in our veiled home. but i can sense it on yunho too. he wasn't afraid, just curious. maybe a little concerned. for her... she really shouldn't be here.

i look at her once again and can’t help but be endeared at the awestruck expression that hasn’t left her features since we first stepped through the door. her eyes are wide with wonder as she looks around the halls and her lips are slightly parted as she takes everything in. i don’t even realize how long i’m staring, my eyes tracing over her features as we walk. despite how human she looks, she’s… beautiful. in an imperfect way. bright eyes, full lips, round cheeks, moles and freckles scattered across her nose. i watch as her lashes flutter every time she blinks and the way her tongue pokes out to wet her lips before she closes them. she’s enchanting. the thought snaps me out of my trance and i look forward to see us approaching the study.

as we come to the door of the study i can hear the low murmur of voices on the other side. i pause, not wanting to disturb whoever is on the other side and also not wanting anymore of my housemates to know she's here. not that they can't smell her or sense her... but it would be best that no one else saw her. i don’t get much time to ponder my options because within the next second the study door swings open to reveal two more of my housemates. how lovely.

reader

oh you’ve got to be kidding me… i probably have the facial expression of someone who’s just seen a comet but really you can’t blame me. not only am i astonished by the sight of the immaculate study with a large, dark mahogany desk and more shelves of books than i could ever afford. but there’s also two very beautiful men staring at me inquisitively from the open doorway.

“ah, i wasn’t aware we had company.” the shorter of the two says, clear apprehension in his tone as he looks me over. our eyes lock and mine roam over his face, his features somehow both soft and sharp. his blonde hair is styled and he’s dressed in a long, black overcoat that brushes the backs of his knees with red trim on the bottom with a vest over the white button up he wears. the buttons on his garments are all silver as is the jewelry that adorns his wrists and neck. my eyes trail over the necklaces he’s layered, all looking like they’d take me years to scrounge up enough money for one. grand, colored jewels and crosses hang off the chains of multiple while some just look like chain links. i glance back up at his face to see him already looking at me, a smirk curling his lips and a brow quirked. i quickly turn my attention to the man standing next to him to see him already looking at me, his gaze heavy and unreadable. where the other man’s features are softer, his are all sharp. piercing eyes, angled nose, plump lips, and a sharp jawline. he’s dressed in similar clothing except the inside of his coat is a deep purple and he has much more accessories. large rings, long necklaces, a plethora of bracelets. the top few bottons of his shirt are popped open and the muscular planes of his chest are on display. he’s much taller than the other two men and his long, muscular-looking legs show for it. his eyes never leave my face and for some reason, the look in his gaze makes me nervous causing me to look away quickly.

“i apologize, she got injured and i offered my assistance. it is much too dark for anyone to be out there alone. we won’t be very long.” seonghwa says, sounding only slightly apologetic. it seems like he has more to say, an undercurrent to his tone, but he just shares a long look with the shorter male. the two men standing together look to each other, another one of those unspoken looks passing between the two.

“that’s fine, we were… just about finished in here anyway.” the tallest one states and his voice, much deeper than the other two, pulls my gaze back to him. although he was speaking to seonghwa, his intense gaze stayed trained on me. there’s a question in his gaze but i’m not too sure what it’s about. i’m once again forced to look away but not before i got to drink in his features a little. it really shouldn’t surprise me that these two are just as gorgeous as seonghwa and yunho but still i am awestruck by their features. the two leave the room, both brushing past us quickly and not sparing a last glance as they continue down the long hall.

seonghwa very quickly walks into the study and pushes the door closed with his foot. did i hear the lock click or am i imagining things? seonghwa sets me down gently on a soft brown sofa, being conscious of my injured knee. once he sees that i’m mostly comfortable, he paces over to the large desk and rifles through the drawers before pulling out a first aid kit. i take the time to really take in the room, straining my eyes to read the spines of the books i could see from where i sit. i can recognize a plethora of books on foliage and herbs, some i know i have on my own shelves.

“those books are san’s. he takes an interest in anything to do with plants and herbs.” seonghwa’s voice from the desk startles me out of my daze as i look to him. he looks to be pretty busy shuffling through the first aid, i didn’t think he was paying me any mind. but there’s a gentle smile on his face that i know i am not the cause of. there’s a fondness in his tone and aura when he spoke of this san, that must be why he’s smiling.

“well, ’san’ and i have something in common then.” i respond, a smile that mirrors his playing on my lips.

“is that what you were in the forest for?” seonghwa inquires as he rounds the desk with what looks to be an ice pack, black gloves, and bandages in hand.

i nod. “yes, i was looking for something to finish off this ointment i'm making. i was supposed to have it by tomorrow to take into town but… i don't think that's going to happen.” i say the last statement with a sigh as i look down at my hands fiddling in my lap.

seonghwa hums as he comes to stand next to me on the sofa and i take note of how tall he is now that he’s not holding me. he kneels down to be directly in front of my knee, pulling the gloves over his nimble fingers. “well, i truly do not think it’d be safe for you to try and find your way back to your home now that night has fallen. even if one of us went with you, the forest is… different at night. but san may be able to help you find that plant in the morning, if that's something you'd appreciate. i don't assume this area of the forest is familiar to you?” as he speaks, he starts to move my skirts up and out of his way but my socks are still an issue.

i answer him as i lean down to help him remove my boots and socks. “no… no i’m not familiar with this area at all. and i actually have no idea how i found myself over here… i wasn't meant to go too far but then it started to get dark and i lost my way… a few times.” i keep my gaze off him as embarrassment floods my mind. once my clothing is out of the way, we're both able to actually see the injury and i hear seonghwa take a sharp inhale next to me. that doesn't look pretty at all. my knee is inflamed and swollen with a nasty looking bruise right underneath and small cuts all over. i reach out to gingerly press two fingers to it and immediately retract my hand with a hiss.

“how bad is your pain?” i look to seonghwa to see him studying the injury with furrowed brows. his gloved hands are cold as he shifts my leg back and forth, probably trying to gauge my mobility. but even that slight movement causes pain to shoot through my leg and i wince, reflexively trying to move out his gentle grasp. he murmurs an apology as he looks up at me through his lashes. i’m momentarily distracted by his gaze but quickly shake myself out of it.

“it's… pretty bad. there's a dull throb even when i don't move it.” i answer his earlier question and try my hardest to keep still as he grabs a wipe from his lap to start cleaning the cuts. seonghwa nods but otherwise stays quiet as he starts the process of fixing the injury. we sit in silence as he cleans, bandages, and wraps my knee. i find it very difficult to keep my eyes off his face as his hands move nimbly on my skin. his beauty is incomparable, strong brows furrowed with concentration, sharp eyes with pretty lips. as if he can feel my stare, his eyes flick up to mine. i look away quickly pretending to stare at the shelf behind his head. i really hope he can’t hear the way my heartbeat sped up with that nanosecond of eye contact because it feels as if the organ might jump out of my chest. a man i just met should not have this effect on me. get a hold of yourself!

seonghwa continues his work on my knee, seemingly completely unaware of my inner turmoil. between the calming silence and seonghwa’s gentle touches against my leg, i find myself relaxing further and further into my seat. just as my eyes start to feel heavy, a soft knock sounds on the wooden doors. both our heads look to the doors before i hear seonghwa sigh and mumble something along the lines of “excuse me” under his breath. he stands up and brushes the wrinkles out of his pants, making his way to the door. the beautiful, billowy sleeves of his white blouse sway with his arms as they swing at his sides and i watch him walk as if in a trance. i snap myself out of it and instead turn my gaze to inspect my knee. now that it’s cleaned and bandaged it doesn’t look as gruesome. the cool ice pack is relieving the pain and throbbing but the swelling won’t be down for a while. i’ll have to wait for seonghwa to make a decision on whether i’ll require more care or not but it doesn’t feel like anything more than a sprain. i test it out by twisting my leg and of course, feel pain shoot up my leg but surprisingly not as bad as before. my inspection is interrupted when seonghwa opens the door and a voice i recognize speaks up.

“i apologize for disturbing you but hongjoong needs you. right now.” i hear seonghwa make a disapproving sound and i turn to look at the two. yunho’s already looking at me and seonghwa seems to be hesitant to leave.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine, you can leave me if you need to attend to other things. can’t do much like this anyway.” i gesture to my leg and try to smile reassuringly. truthfully, the thought of being left alone in this beautiful strange home is making me nervous but i don’t need either of them to know that. both their brows furrow as they listen to me, neither of them really trusting my words. finally, seonghwa nods with a resigned sigh.

“i would not advise putting pressure on it but you should be alright to walk soon. allow the swelling some time to alleviate and do be careful.” he instructs and turns with a bow. yunho comes into the study and closes the door behind him. he takes long strides to the sofa opposite of mine and takes his seat. just like with seonghwa, i become entranced with the way he moves so gracefully despite his long limbs and stature.

“if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you do that?” yunho inquires curiously. his eyes are on my bandaged knee and he flicks them to my face for a second before looking back.

mildly embarrassed, i laugh before explaining how i’d gotten here. i choose to leave out the part where seonghwa absolutely terrified me and pretend that me falling was all my own doing. i brush my hair back out of my face as i finish my spiel and it dawns on me that i probably look an absolute mess. i suppress the urge to cringe into myself, suddenly self-conscious.

if yunho notices my sudden shift in attitude, he doesn’t mention it. instead he hums and nods as he looks back to me. “how does it feel? i know seonghwa’s pretty skilled with things like that. are you in any pain?” he asks and something about his voice puts my nerves at ease. i try not to think any longer about how the man sitting in front of me makes me feel and focus on answering his questions.

i shrug and shift my knee back and forth but notice the pain has subsided significantly. huh… that’s strange. “well… it doesn’t really seem to hurt at all anymore. doing this before hurt quite a bit but now i feel… fine.” i say, confusion lacing my words. i bend my knee experimentally and although it feels sore, the pain is barely noticeable. my brows furrow and i put my leg back down. yunho seems to understand my confusion and chuckles.

“seonghwa’s got a way with wounds. we’ve all experienced it, trust me. you’ll be back to normal quite fast.” he stands and walks over to the desk, putting away the supplies seonghwa left out by accident. as he busies himself with that, i feel my attention shift back to the row of herbal books. one book in particular standing out to me. the spine is dark green with big, gold letters in a beautiful font and on the base, a golden honey cup mushroom.

“would you like to read it?” i hear yunho’s voice from behind me and i jump, obviously too distracted to have noticed him move from the desk. he chuckles under his breath and the sound gives me butterflies. i shake away the feeling, internally reprimanding myself. “sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. those are sannie’s books but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind you taking a look. do you want me to get it for you?” i turn around to see him leaning back against the shelves behind the sofa i’m on. this man is sinfully beautiful.

clearing my throat, i respond. “no no, i think i can get up.” i lean down and pull my socks back on before carefully swinging my legs over to plant my feet on the marbled floors. i hear rustling behind me and see yunho making his way around the sofa. i push my hands into the cushions underneath me as i try to stand. yunho extends an arm to me a little panickedly, not trusting my balance and injured knee. but i wave my hand and get to my feet on my own. once i’m standing, i make sure to shift my weight to the non-injured leg and take a step. my face scrunches as i feel the soreness in my knee but it’s nothing i haven’t handled before.

i limp my way over to the shelf and immediately my gaze zeros in on the pretty green book. i run my index finger over the lettering that reads “Mushroom Magick” before gently pulling it off the shelf. the cover has the same phrase with many different kinds of mushrooms decorating a circle around the words. the book feels familiar even though i know i don’t own this one and i flip to a random page. the page has a plethora of notes scrawled in rushed handwriting with highlights on phrases the owner of the book deemed important. i smile to myself reading some of the notes i assume the aforementioned ‘sannie’ left. i continue to flip through and read over the random notes they left before i finally come to a page without any annotations. this is where i assume they left off but i continue to skim through the pages until a presence behind me breaks my focus. i snap my head to see yunho standing a few paces behind me with his hands behind his back. he seems startled by the way i turned but recovers quickly with a polite smile.

“i’m sorry to disturb you… but i promised seonghwa i’d make sure you were resting and i noticed your shifting. you can bring the book with you to the sofa, you probably shouldn’t be standing on your leg for so long.” yunho explains as he gestures to said sofa. in all honesty, i hadn’t even noticed my shifting so his observation is impressive… but that also means he’d been watching me pretty carefully and the thought makes me a little nervous. i have half the mind to decline his offer but a part of me feels like he’s more persistent than that. with a resigned sigh and nod, i limp back over to the sofa, mushroom book in my hand with my index finger in between the page i’m on to make sure i don’t lose it. i take my seat and he follows suit sitting, with much more grace than i had, on the sofa opposite to me. i notice his lack of entertainment and wonder for a second what he’s going to do while we sit here but decide that’s none of my concern before opening the book back up to the page i was on.

the room is silent save for the sound of our a clock ticking and the pages of the book in my hands turning. i become quickly engrossed in what i’m reading, so much so i pay no mind to the man in the room with me. though i did look up one time when he got up to go to the desk. and maybe i stared at his figure for much longer than was necessary. it’s not like he noticed, by the time he’d turned back around my nose was in my book. a few more minutes and pages later, he gets back up again. this time he goes to examine a different shelf, one i can’t decipher the contents of from where i’m sat. i watch as he paces before he sighs softly to himself. he must feel my eyes because he swivels to turn to me. i snap my head down and try to refocus on the book but i can see from my periphery, him making his way over to the other sofa. i look up again as he sits and send him a small smile which he returns. i can see he wants to say something so i wait for him to speak before turning away.

“would you… like a tour of the mansion? i can see you’re enjoying your book so i apologize but… i feel i might lose it being stuck in this room.” his smile is shy as he asks. he tries to look relaxed but the bouncing of his leg is hard to miss. i consider his offer as i stare at the ground, not really able to look any of them in the eye for very long. what i’d seen of their home was absolutely atonisihing and it’s hard for me to even imagine what the rest may look like so out of sheer curiosity (and maybe a small desire to want to be around his calming presence) i nod my agreement.

his smile widens as he stands, holding his hands behind his back. i close the book, making a mental note of the page i was on in case i come back before placing it down on the cushion beside me. i get to my feet and i see yunho’s arm come from behind his back, probably to offer me support, but then he retracts it just as quickly when he sees me walking fine on my own. i start for the door, listening as yunho falls into step behind me. once we reach the door he side steps around me and reaches for the handle, pushing the door open and letting me step out into the hallway before him. the house is quiet as i look down the long hallways, yunho closing the door behind me before coming up on my right side. he smiles down at me as i look to him for directions and standing this close i can finally see just how tall he is. he gestures down the hallway to our right and turns to start walking, me having to play catch up to keep in time with his long strides.

“hongjoong, seonghwa, and i designed this entire place ourselves. though most of the detail was seonghwa hyungs’ ideas.” he explains as we keep a leisure pace, allowing me to take in the beautiful architecture and artwork on the walls. we pass by many doors, yunho telling me what lies behind each one as we pass. another smaller study that only a few of them use, a few bedrooms one of which is unoccupied, a library that belongs to someone named ‘yeosang’. the heels of our boots clack against the marbled tile floors and his coat rustles as it fans out behind his long legs in the same way my skirts rustle as i walk. but a beautiful painting stops me in my tracks and yunho slows to a stop alongside me. i reach my hand out to brush over the canvas with barely my fingertips, mouth agape in awe. in the painting a beautiful woman with wings much like the ones on the statue in the foyer sits in the middle of a meadow, in one hand a large pomegranate and the other a skull of an animal. her lips are stained red with the juices of the pomegranate but the way she’s depicted licking it off her teeth as the juice drips off her tongue makes it look like blood. she’s completely nude, skin glowing from the light of the pale moon in the dark, starry sky over her head. a crow sits perched near her feet, picking at the seeds she took out the pomegranate and a cat is curled by her side, sleeping peacefully. her long dark hair flows beautifully down to her thighs, nearly brushing over the sleeping kittens ears.

it’s completely unlike any painting i’ve seen, the artist putting such detail into the setting and atmosphere of the scene depicted. there’s something serene and intimate about the mood, like your’e peeking in on a moment between this woman and her companions. i turn to look at yunho to see him admiring the painting much like i was just doing. there’s a faint smile on his lips as his eyes trace over it before looking over to me. it’s then that the feeling one of the residents of this home must have painted this themselves presents itself in my thoughts.

“it took yeosang years to perfect this masterpiece but it’s one of his most prized pieces of work.” yunho confirms my previous suspicions as he brings up this ‘yeosang’ once again. looking back to the painting i can offer no other response but open-mouted awe. yunho chuckles at my expression. “yeosangie would be very flattered by your clear admiration. would you like to see more of his art or the rest of this wing?” he leaves the choice up to me as if it’s an easy decision. i look at him and then down the hall, lips parting to answer but the sound of a door opening pulls both of our attention. yunho turns to face down the hallway ahead of us as a figure steps out the opened door into the hallway with us. from the way he’s positioned, the other person can probably barely see me behind yunho’s giant figure. i try to step to the side to see down the hall but yunho’s arm closest to me moves up very subtly, a silent way of telling me to stay put.

“yunho? who were you talking to?” a clear, slightly husky voice asks. it sounds like whoever it was has just woken up.

“ah… no on-” yunho starts to deny my presence for reasons i don’t understand. a pit forms in my gut as anxiety creeps up my spine. why wouldn’t this other man be able to know i was here? i shift my weight to my non-injured leg, biting at my bottom lip nervously. the movement was a mistake because my skirts shift and ripple behind yunho’s legs. the other man’s eye immediately zone in on the movement and i freeze. i see yunho’s shoulders tense as the other man’s gaze slowly trails back up to look his housemate in the eye. then yunho releases a puff of air letting his shoulders drop and he steps to the side ever so slightly. “seonghwa brought her here. she got lost in the forest and hurt herself. i was just showing her around.” yunho explains, sounding defeated. the other man looks me over with his head tilted and cat-like eyes narrowed in suspicion. he’s not as tall as yunho but is broader than him, wide shoulders drawing my attention even from this distance. his jet black hair is ruffled from having just been asleep. he’s clad in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, the most casual dress of any the men i’ve seen thus far. our gazes lock and he seems to be trying to read me as he stares, eyes flitting around my face.

yunho breaks the tense silence by clearing his throat. “y/n, this is san. i think i mentioned him to you earlier in the study. san, this is y/n.” all san does in response is hum, looking away from me back to yunho.

“does hongjoong know you’re showing her around?” san inquires, brow raised. yunho looks away, scratching the back of neck nervously. ah, that must’ve been why he didn’t want san to see me. but who was this ‘hongjoong’? every time he’s been mentioned, they speak of him in this high regard. “yunho… do you even know how long seonghwa plans on keeping her here? should she really be seeing… everyone?” as he asks the last question, san’s gaze turns to me again. there isn’t as much hardness in his gaze, just apprehension. like he doesn’t trust me. i suppose that would make sense, i am a random stranger in his home. yunho opens his mouth to speak but i cut in before he can get whatever he was going to say out.

“i don’t plan on being here much longer, i assure you. i appreciate all of seonghwa’s kindness but i have things to attend to back at my own home. he was just offering me shelter for the night since it’s dark and i lost my way. in the morning, i’ll be going back to my cottage.” i answer san’s inquiries with a polite smile. both men turn to me as i speak and san’s eyebrow quirks up again.

“uh, weren’t you searching for something? san may be able to help you find it!” yunho says, head turning back to the other man who gives him an incredulous look.

san sighs as he looks back to me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “what is it you were looking for?” he asks in a bored tone that offends me ever so slightly. what is his issue?

“you don’t have to help me, i’m perfectly capable of finding it on my own.” i answer with indignation, matching his stance. san’s bored expression breaks as he tries to fight off a smirk.

“if that were the case, would you have gotten yourself lost?” he asks with an irritating self-satified smirk on his lips. my arms drop from my chest as my brows furrow but san pays me no more mind, turning back to his bedroom door. “if you’d like my help, yunho or seonghwa can bring you to me tomorrow morning.” and with that he walks into his room and shuts the door behind himself. yunho and i are left in the silent hallway as irritation stirs in my gut.

“do you… still want to see the rest?” yunho asks softly as he looks at me.

i turn to him and smile. “yes, you were saying something about seeing more of the art?”

♰ note :: cliffhanger tehe >:) and we met quite a few members... pls pls leave feedback i want to hear you thoughts!! if you enjoyed consider rbing.

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besuggestion · 1 year ago

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I have this fantasy of being in the shower with my girlfriend. She's washing up, but I come from behind and start playing with ample breasts. She tries to push me away at first, but when I tug on her nipples, she leans back into my chest. I keep playing with her and grinding my cock against her ass. Her moans are getting loader, and I pull my hips back and slide between her thighs. Her butts in the way, so I can't quite reach her pussy. But as we keep getting more and more turned on, my thrusts start to connect. The head of my cock is pressing against her pussy now, our juices mingling with the hot water running off our bodies. Suddenly its not just pressing against her warm entrance, the glans is rubbing against her clit and she's shaking in my arms. I can feel her tense as she climaxes, the soft moans almost drowned out by the sound of running water. I can't help myself, I pull back a little and push the head inside. She's still extremely tight from her climax, but I work it in inch by inch. This position and angle never worked before, but for some reason its working now. Its difficult for her to take the girth, but thats not unusual. When she starts saying I need to be gentle because I'm close to bottoming out, my lust clouded brain knows there's something up, but my body doesn't care. I keep thrusting and twirling her nipples, squeezing her large breasts. I'm losing myself in pleasure when she lets out a sharp gasp. Its still hard to think, but I slow down and try to be gentle, but it feels like she's climaxing again, getting tighter and tighter, until even without moving she says I'm hitting the back. I try to pull back more, but its like our bodies are resisting. I can't seem to pull out, and with how tight it feels, I'm quickly losing myself to the pleasure again. Between her squirming and my movement, the feeling is too much. My brain goes blank and I can't help but start thrusting again, she feels too good to stop now. With every thrust I push in deeper, as her body is stretching to accommodate me. Its only when she lets out a moaning scream that I come to my senses. Her breasts have swelled in my hands. What were J cups are quickly becoming even larger. I start to pull my hands away, but clasps them to her bosom and tells me to keep going. They continue to grow, the flesh spilling out between my fingers. She's too lost in pleasure to notice the growing bulge lower down. But I see it clearly over her shoulder. It push as deep as I can and gawk at the bulge I've made. Just looking at it turns my on even more and I watch in fascinated horror as it grows larger the more turned on I get. Soon though, her swelling breasts block my view and I lose focus on everything but the pleasure. Its not long before I start to cum, my thrusts getting more forceful and erratic. I can feel my balls slapping her thighs and before I know it, they're tightening against her. The orgasms leaves me shaking, and I almost lose grip on her, I catch her by the waist and can feel how round her belly is. I keep rubbing it, the urge to fill her up even more is overwhelming, and before ai realize it, I'm thrusting again. Pulling in and out of her rapidly, and I quickly cum again, this time feeling as her belly swells with each pulsation of my cock. Its too much. I can't stop myself now, and she so blissful, so content to be used and filled. Grabbing her breasts again, I twirling her quivering nipples between my fingers and she lets out low, soft moans. I tug on them, squeezing as much of her incredibly bust ask I can, and to my surprise milk springs from her engorged breasts and she lets out a wild moan. And so we spend so long in the shower the hot water runs out. But we don't care, the shower is off, but we're still basking in the hot and steamy room, and fucking madly. Her breasts have grown to be impossibly large and so swollen with milk. Her belly is full too. She can hardly move now, and I can't stop thrusting my hips as her pussy clings tightly to my invigorated member.

Ohhhh, that's a pretty good one,,, it really is so nice to be filled with milk and cum at the same time...

#ask box #replies #anonymous #breast expansion

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mingi-s-dimples · 8 months ago

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Good boy - Hongjoong

~ HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY, MY SWEETHEART!! ~ @hongjoongtime117

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: Your boyfriend is such, such a good boy.. and you decide to reward him for his behavior.

wc: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship, bdsm au, bdsm relationship, sub!hongjoong, dom fem!reader, hongjoong is so whiny and whimpers, reader is kinda strict but she's a good person and let's him cum ^^ lots lots of cum, handjob (two times), oral (m receiving), overstim, overwhelming, 3 orgasm, orgasm after orgasm, reader is a pleasure dom, praise, petnames, (blindfold), use of sex toys (vibrator, vibrating ring), bdsm crop (the rod with the piece of leather in one end), dacryphilia, aftercare, lots of edging and some denying, deepthroating, cum swallowing, completely consensual, unedited, for sure forgot something .

Author's Note: Happy late birthday, my lovie! I'm so so sorry for being so late w this 😭😭😭 I wanted to finish writing jt earlier but had some personal shit to deal w and didn't have time to finish writing it 😞 I hope you will enjoy it ^^ pls lmk what you think about itttt

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

Sunlight crept into the room, casting a soft glow over the lingering chaos left from last night’s movie marathon. Pillows were sprawled across the bed, blankets tangled from restless rolling and laughing, and crumpled snack bags lay scattered around the room. Somewhere in the center of it all stood Hongjoong, hair slightly mussed, looking endearingly focused as he gathered the remains.

You lingered by the door, content to just watch him, feeling a gentle warmth rise in your chest as he fussed over each detail, folding the blanket, picking up wrappers, quietly determined to restore order. He seemed completely oblivious to your presence, humming faintly as he worked, pausing every so often to shake his head at the mess with a smile that told you he didn’t mind, even if it was a bit much to handle first thing in the morning.

But as he moved around, you noticed how the soft morning light highlighted the lines of his shoulders and back through the thin fabric of his shirt, how each motion set a subtle flexing in his muscles. Just as you let your eyes trail a bit lower, he suddenly reached behind his neck, gathering the hem of his shirt in his hands before lifting it over his head. You watched, your breath catching as he tossed it aside with casual indifference.

For a moment, you were frozen, caught off guard as he bent over to grab an empty chip bag. The movement sent a ripple through his back, smooth skin and toned muscles on display, leaving you with no choice but to lean against the doorframe, taking in the sight. A smirk found its way to your lips as you planned how you were going to make this moment a little more fun.

Moving quietly, you slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind you. approaching him. Hongjoong, still unaware, continued picking up the remnants of last night. You came up right behind him and waited until he bent forward to pick up another chip bag before leaning in.

“Hard at work, aren’t you?” you murmured, voice low, teasing, just a bit too close for him to stay calm.

He jumped slightly, straightening up so quickly that he almost bumped into you, eyes widening in surprise. “Y/N! I didn’t… I didn’t know you were—uh—awake.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down with a smirk that you knew would make him squirm. “Clearly. Here I was, wondering what was making all that noise, and then I find you… cleaning up nicely. Thought I’d just admire the view for a bit.”

A flush crept up his cheeks, and he instinctively reached for his shirt, hesitating, realizing it was now out of reach. “I was just… you know, picking things up.” He fidgeted, glancing down at the floor, his usually confident gaze faltering under your eyes.

“Well, I see that,” you said, folding your arms as you leaned in, not letting him escape your gaze. “But you didn’t have to go and take your shirt off, did you? Not that I mind.” You allowed yourself a lingering look, eyes drifting down his bare torso before meeting his eyes again.

He swallowed, hands curling nervously at his sides as he tried to find his voice. “I… I just thought it was a bit warm, and, you know, I was working, so…”

You reached out, tracing a single finger down his arm, watching with satisfaction as his breath hitched and his skin tingled under your touch. “You were working hard,” you murmured, tilting your head. “And here I thought you were just trying to show off for me.”

His eyes darted away, the blush deepening as he let out a shaky laugh. “N-no, I wasn’t trying to… I mean, it’s not like that…”

“Isn’t it?” You tilted your head, letting your voice drop to a playful whisper as you leaned closer, catching the faintest hint of his cologne mixed with the lingering scent of movie night snacks. “Because, to me, it sure looks like you’re putting on a little show, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong’s hands fumbled as he tried to look anywhere but directly at you, the usual cool, confident expression on his face melting into something softer, more vulnerable. “You’re… you’re teasing me.”

“Oh, am I?” you murmured, feigning innocence as you placed a hand on his chest, pressing lightly just to feel the quick rise and fall of his breath beneath your fingers. “Funny. Here I thought I was just… helping. Don’t you like a little help, Joong?”

He shivered at the nickname, looking up at you with wide, almost pleading eyes. “Y/N, I… I really should finish cleaning up,” he whispered, the hesitation in his voice doing nothing to hide how much he was affected by your touch.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” you replied, leaning back just a little, arms crossing as you watched him with a satisfied grin. “By all means, keep going. I’ll just… supervise.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he glanced around, his face red as he tried to resume his task. But each time he bent down, he seemed to become hyper-aware of your eyes on him, his movements growing slower, more self-conscious as he fumbled with each chip bag and wrapper. You had to hold back a laugh, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he’d become.

As he finally straightened up with a small stack of empty bags, you reached out, stopping him with a hand on his arm. He froze, looking down at you with wide eyes, waiting, expectant. Without breaking eye contact, you brushed your fingers along his arm, letting them linger, feeling his muscles tense slightly under your touch.

“Nice arms,” you commented, keeping your tone casual even as you noticed his breathing grow shallow. “Ever notice that, Hongjoong?”

His blush deepened, and he struggled to keep his voice steady. “I… I don’t really… I mean, I just… you know.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I do know. Care to explain?”

He stammered, clearly flustered beyond belief, his gaze shifting to the side as he whispered, “I… I don’t really pay attention to… stuff like that.”

“Well, maybe you should,” you teased, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before stepping back, savoring the adorable, helpless look on his face. “After all, it’s not every day you get compliments, is it?”

He let out a soft, almost whiny noise, glancing down at his feet as he muttered, “No… it’s not.”

Your smile softened, but you weren’t done yet. Not even close. “Good,” you said, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his face. “Because I think you look amazing, and I want you to know that. Every single time I see you.”

Hongjoong’s eyes met yours, wide and vulnerable, and for a moment, the tension hung thick in the air. Then, with a shaky breath, he looked away again, his voice barely a whisper. “Y/N… you’re really… something.”

You laughed softly, reaching out to give his cheek a gentle pat. “And you’re really adorable, Joong,” you replied, letting your hand linger a moment longer than necessary. “Now, don’t let me distract you. You’ve got a room to clean.”

He nodded, looking dazed as he turned back to the mess, though his hands were shaking slightly as he continued picking up the leftover wrappers and pillows. You watched him, satisfied with the blush on his cheeks and the slight tremble in his movements, feeling more than a little proud of the effect you had on him.

As he continued cleaning, you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe with a smug grin, knowing you’d gotten to him. And with each little glance he stole at you, each time his hands fumbled, you could see that the teasing wasn’t something he was going to forget anytime soon. But you wanted even more.

"Okay, okay.. that's enough, sweetie." you said.

"Huh? The sheets are n-not-"

"We'll fuck them up anyway. Lay in bed." your voice lower than usual, but with the usual playful vibe.

His hands froze at your words, and a visible shiver ran through him. For a moment, he looked like he was trying to process whether you really meant it. You held his gaze, still leaning against the doorframe, and with a little nod, motioned toward the bed.

Slowly, he straightened up, cheeks flushed deeper as he left the half-finished sheets behind and made his way over, a hint of nervousness and excitement in his eyes. He lay down in his usual, comfortable sprawl—one arm draped across the pillow, legs spread out just enough to fill the space. His hair was slightly mussed from all the cleaning, and the pink on his cheeks had darkened, giving him a soft, vulnerable look.

You stepped closer, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging it just a bit to get his attention. He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes following your every movement, anticipation clear on his face.

With a smirk, you turned and slid open the drawer beside the bed, your hand finding exactly what you had in mind. You took out a few things, giving each item a meaningful glance before setting them on the bedside table. His gaze followed every little move, the tension between you thickening as he realized what you had planned.

“Just for you,” you murmured, letting the playful tone in your voice linger as you sat beside him, your fingers trailing along his arm.

Moving your hands lower, your fingers trail along the waistband of his pants, playing with the fabric as you look up at him with a teasing smile. He bites his lip, anticipation clear in his eyes, and gives a small nod. You tug gently, guiding them down his hips and legs, letting them fall to the floor alongside his shirt.

Now, he’s fully exposed beneath you, vulnerable yet trusting, a hint of nervous excitement in his eyes. You lean in, brushing your fingers along his arm, letting him know you’re right there with him.

You keep your gaze on his face as you reach for the riding crop, allowing him to see exactly what’s coming. The crop is a slim, flexible rod, its length wrapped in cool, polished metal. At the end is a small, square leather paddle, just firm enough to make an impression but soft enough to keep things playful. You give it a little snap in the air, just to see his reaction.

He swallows, the anticipation in his eyes heightening. He’s ready, waiting for whatever you’re about to bring his way. But first, you reach over and pick up a blindfold. Its soft, velvety material slips smoothly between your fingers as you lean forward, holding it up just in his line of sight. "Close your eyes," you whisper.

As he obeys, you bring the blindfold down over his eyes, tying it securely but comfortably. The effect is immediate; his breaths deepen, his chest rising and falling under you as he sinks fully into the experience, the loss of vision making him even more acutely aware of each little sensation.

You lower yourself onto him, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against yours, and you notice his body responding. The tension between you thickens as he stifles a low groan, his arousal unmistakable beneath you.

With the crop in hand, you start at his shoulder, dragging the cool metal down slowly, letting him feel each inch as it slides over his skin. You pause just above his chest, letting the leather paddle brush lightly against him. His breath hitches, his body reacting to even the slightest touch.

"How does that feel?" you ask softly, letting him sense the smirk in your voice.

"Amazing," he breathes, his voice low and filled with need.

You let a teasing smile play on your lips as you reach over to the drawer, pulling out a sleek new surprise, its subtle hum breaking the silence in the room. A vibrator. You don’t need to see his eyes to feel the way he tenses in anticipation, a slight shiver running through him as he senses the new element you've brought into play.

With deliberate slowness, you bring the device near his skin, tracing feather-light lines along his body, testing the way he responds. Each touch brings a fresh reaction—a soft gasp, a quick inhale, his muscles tightening under your touch. His breath quickens as he tries to adjust to each sensation, the unpredictable rhythm keeping him on edge.

You make a game of it, drawing back when he seems to be getting used to one spot, then switching things up with a new touch or angle. His reactions fuel your every move, guiding you as you playfully keep him guessing, his body reacting to each carefully placed touch. Then, your hand guided the toy near his inner thighs, then to his cock. He flinched, but your immediate touch made him settle.

"You know the rules... right?" you asked, waiting for him.

"Y-yes..." he answered, already out of it.

"If you do, tell me."

"I-i should not c-cum if you dont s-say so.." he compiled to your question, a satisfactory smile rising on your lips.

"And?"

"My hands s-should always be b-behind me"

"Good boy." you said and moved the vibrator to his cock.

You got closer to him. Your left hand was resting on his thigh, making small circles onto the flesh. Your right hand was tracing lines and circles all along his entire length, achingly hard. You first circled its tip with the lowest speed, softly starting to put pressure onto it. He squirmed under your touch, muffling his moans back.

He was getting close but, you were not done yet.

You moved the free hand under the base of his cock, holding him down. You moved the head of the vibrator along the tip and the shaft, on a medium speed, then you raised it a bit. He let out a soft moan, his chest rapidly rising.

"P-please..." he pleaded.

"<Please> what? Use your words, pretty boy." you suddenly pressed the vibrator to the tip, forcefully.

"Ah, fuck! Ngh-" he moaned out, biting his lower lip.

"Use. Your. Words." you spelled it out for him, his hands barely at his back right now.

"P-please touch me again.. your hand - I need it.. p-please" he begs, nuscles tensing under your touch. A tear fell down his cheek, a playful, almost sadistic-like smile, appearing on your face.

"What a slut... aren't you?" you replaced the vibrator with your hand, "Who's slut are you?" you pumped him once.

"Y-yours! Y-yours.." he whispered.

"That's right, darling." and you decided that he deserved to cum so, you fastened your hand on his cock and the vibrator to his tip, circling it. It was already heavily leaking with pre cum, and as soon as you squeezed the tip of his cock and held the vibrator pressed to it he came, pearly white strings of cum splattering everywhere all over his lower abs and your hand, soft moans and whimpers leaving his rosy, flustered face, turning you on all over again.

You watched him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as Hongjoong panted, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded as he looked at you for approval. The sight of him—disheveled, vulnerable, a little shy—was exactly what you'd been hoping for.

"Well, well," you drawled, crossing your arms as you let your gaze linger over him, deliberately letting the silence stretch. "Look at you. So obedient, aren't you?"

Hongjoong swallowed hard, looking down, still catching his breath. "I… I did what you asked," he murmured, voice soft and a little shaky. The red in his cheeks only deepened as he spoke.

You tilted your head, making a show of appraising him slowly from head to toe, and then you moved a step closer. "Oh, I know. You did *such* a good job, didn’t you?"

His eyes flickered up to meet yours, a hint of desperation and hope mixed in with that shy, flustered look. He nodded, biting his lip in anticipation. "Y-Yes…"

You leaned in close, your voice dropping to a whisper as you tilted his chin up gently. "Did it feel good to follow the rules, Hongjoong? To do exactly as you were told?"

He whimpered slightly, closing his eyes for a moment, the sound caught somewhere between a whine and a plea. "Y-Yes… felt… so good."

"Mmm, that's what I thought," you chuckled, enjoying how his breathing hitched as you traced a gentle finger along his jawline. "And good boys who follow the rules get rewarded. Isn’t that right?"

He nodded again, his voice coming out in a small, pleading whisper. "Yes… please…"

You smiled, letting your hand trail down to his chest and then stepping back just enough to keep him wanting. "Ah, ah, so eager. But remember, *I* decide when you get your reward."

He let out a small whine, his eyes full of anticipation and need as he looked up at you. "Please…"

"So needy for me, for my hand..." said hand travelled across his chest, over his hardened nipples, softly pinching them. As you watched him squirm under you in pleasure, you moved the same hand to his pelvis, to the base of his hard-again cock. You got closer to him, leaned down and looked at him.

"I believe you'd.. like to see this," you said and softly reached out to touch the velvet fabric on his eyes and took it off. His eyes widened at your position: you were leaning on all fours between his legs, back arching, face as close as possible to his cock.

"O-oh god, babe.. you look s-so... good." he said, stuttering.

"Do you want it, Joong? Do you want me to suck you off?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on you, desire pooling in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. "Y-Yes... please, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've never wanted anything more."

A teasing smile curved on your lips. "Are you sure?" you murmured, your fingers grazing lightly along his thigh, making him shiver. "I want to hear you say it, Joong."

His hands balled into fists, knuckles whitening as he tried to hold back. "Yes," he said again, more clearly this time, his voice shaking with anticipation. "I need you... I need you so bad."

You could feel the tension between you building with every second, a delicious heat that made your heart race. "Good," you purred, finally leaning forward to give him exactly what he asked for.

You leaned in, kissing the soft skin of his tip. He squirmed slightly, adjusting to the new activity. You then went on completing your reward. Your left hand held onto the base of his cock, slightly squeezing. You leaned in and kissed the tip, then licked the shaft up and down slowly for a couple of times. He already looked out of it, breath hitching and biting his lips with every touch of yours. His chest rose up and down as you went on finally sucking his length. You took a deep breath and took his whole dick all up your throat, choking and gagging on it. He whined out, hands barely behind his back now. You looked up at him and saw how eager he was to mouth fuck you.

"What you doing with the hands, baby? Didn't we agree on keeping them away from any activity?"

"I-i know... b-but.." he said.

"What? Do you want to fuck my throat so badly?" you teased.

"Y-yes ! P-please.. please." he pleaded, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"You've been a good boy lately... should I grant you your wish? Hm?"

As you smile up at him, you see his breath hitch, his eyes widening with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. You bring one hand to his, guiding it gently, slowly, up to the top of your head. His fingers tremble slightly under your touch, betraying how much he wants this, how hard he’s trying to hold himself back.

"Here, hold me just like this," you whisper, your voice soft but commanding. "But remember, I'm leading until I say otherwise."

He nods quickly, his gaze intense, fixated on you with a desperate, pleading look. He held onto your hair softly as you took a mouthful of his length, your head bobbing up and down, sloppy sounds escaping your mouth. He shifted under you, slowly lifting his pelvis, in search of even more friction. He was *desperate*.

You stopped for a moment, looked and him and smiled. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you let the silence stretch out, savoring the way he’s utterly at your mercy. His breathing is heavy, his eyes locked onto yours, and his whole body is tense with anticipation.

You gently stroke his cheek, running your thumb over his parted lips. "You’re so eager," you murmur, voice dripping with satisfaction. "But remember, patience is a virtue." You let your hand trail down his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch, making him wait, savoring every moment.

When you finally continue, the pace is slower, more deliberate. You want to keep him on the edge, prolonging the intensity until he can barely contain himself. He groans, struggling not to buck his hips, obeying your lead with palpable effort.

"Good," you whisper approvingly, feeling the power of the moment settle between you both.

You keep your pace steady, teasing and edging him as his breaths grow ragged. His hands grip the sheets tightly, and he’s trembling now, trying to hold on. You glance up, meeting his pleading gaze, and you can feel how close he is—he's barely holding back, right on the edge.

With a knowing smile, you take him even deeper, giving him exactly what he’s been craving. The effect is immediate; his whole body tenses as he gasps, then moans, his voice breaking into soft, needy whimpers. He’s completely undone, lost in the overwhelming sensation, as he finally came. You swallowed everything, not a single drop went to waste as you slurped his load.

You don't pull away just yet. You keep him there, drawing out every last shiver, drop, until he’s utterly spent, lying back with his chest rising and falling, his eyes glazed and dazed with satisfaction. He looks up at you, breathless and vulnerable, and you brush a gentle hand across his cheek, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

Your hand reaches into the drawer beside you, fingers brushing over various items until you find what you’re looking for—the ring. Slowly, you draw it out, letting it rest in the palm of your hand, then hold it up for him to see. His eyes widen, a mix of anticipation and apprehension flickering across his face as he realizes what’s coming.

You move closer, holding his gaze as you slip the ring over his length, positioning it carefully and pausing just a second to let him feel its presence before you turn it on. The subtle, controlled vibrations pulse through him, sending a shiver down his spine. He gasps, his body immediately reacting as his hands clench and his breathing quickens.

You begin stroking him slowly, letting the ring do its work in tandem with each deliberate movement of your hand. His head falls back, lips parted as the sensations wash over him, and you see the need building in his expression—an almost desperate, needy look overtaking his face. He lets out soft, gasping pleas, his voice barely holding steady as he begs to be allowed to finish.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice tight, almost broken, as he meets your eyes with a pleading look. “I can’t… I need to…” he said, already damn overstimulated from the other two orgasms he had.

Tears begin to gather in the corners of his eyes, spilling over as his body shudders under your touch. You stay with him in that space, keeping the rhythm unrelenting but just on the edge of what he can handle, watching as he falls apart with each stroke, each pulse of the ring. His pleas become more frantic, his voice breaking as he teeters on the edge, unable to contain himself any longer.

You tilt your head, watching him struggle beneath you, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as he clings to the last bit of control he has. Smiling, you lean in close, letting your voice drop to a whisper.

"Have you been a good boy?" you ask, letting your fingers trace teasingly down his length, just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. His face flushes even deeper, eyes glazed and lips trembling as he tries to form words, but all that escape him are whimpers.

He manages a shaky nod, voice breaking as he stammers, "Y-Yes... please… I’ve been good."

You raise an eyebrow, feigning doubt, as you tighten your grip slightly, feeling him tense up under your touch. "Do you really think you deserve it?” you continue, letting each word hang as you slow your movements to a torturous pace.

Tears stream down his cheeks as he nods frantically, desperation clear in his voice. "Yes… please… I can’t—please, I need it," he chokes out, his voice a needy, pleading whisper.

With a smile, you finally relent, stroking him firmly in time with the ring’s pulse, building him up until he can’t hold back anymore. His entire body tenses as he cries out, surrendering completely, waves of relief flooding through him. You hold him steady, drawing out each trembling shiver, watching as his face softens, the tension melting away until he’s left breathless and spent, drops of silky white cum all over your hand, his abs and the now fucked up sheets.

As he finally relaxes, you gently stroke his hair, whispering words of praise. “You did so well, love. You were perfect,” you say softly, letting your voice soothe him as you place gentle kisses along his forehead and cheeks. His breathing slowly steadies, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he melts into the embrace, seeking warmth and comfort.

You keep him close, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you. Your fingers draw slow circles on his back as he buries his face into your shoulder, letting himself settle. After a few quiet moments, you gently pull back to meet his gaze, giving him a reassuring smile.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, your tone warm and full of care.

He takes a deep breath, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he searches for the right words. "I… I feel safe," he murmurs, his voice a little shaky but filled with a deep sense of contentment. "Thank you."

You give him another gentle squeeze. "That’s all I want—for you to feel safe and happy." You press a tender kiss to his forehead, watching as his eyes close, a calm, peaceful expression settling on his face.

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ne0n4ngel · 1 month ago

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10 DAYS UNTIL DELTARUNE

CANDLEHOLDER (by @huecycles /astral disc team)

sorry about tagging you both on twitter and tumblr 😅

i FUCKING LOVE CANDLEHOLDER and especially these 3 dudes

hue's stuff got me initially into all kinds of spamvil shenanigans and this project means so much to me as a yume nikki fan too

its like one of those things where I'm like DAMN i wish i came up with that (in a good way of course)

bc of being generally overwhelmed and not catching up on content im not sure if these designs are outdated though unfortunately..

check out astral disc's soundcloud im begging bc they release some insane bangers (even though most of candleholder's stuff has gotten scrapped im happy they still keep it in the page bc i still love those tracks)

#deltarune #spamton #utdr #deltarune au #astral disc #candleholder

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loveforeren · 2 years ago

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All I want to do is satisfy you ➳❥ Yoriichi Tsugikuni x Reader

Content warnings ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Oral Sex, Fem reader, Breeding kink, Yoriichi is lowkey out of character, not proofread.

(A/N) this is another one of my ao3 fics that I'm moving on to here. Enjoyyyy loves.

"Yoriichi-" You squeak out as he sucks your swollen and throbbing clit that was practically calling him. His hands were placed on your thigh.

"Stay still baby I want you to feel good." He says as the vibration from his words sends shivers down your spine. You're trying to keep quiet but he's practically pulling the noises out of you. As his tongue explores your wet folds, his lips leave small kisses. You felt almost overwhelmed by the sensation. His touch was almost too much to bare you didn't know how much long you could last.

"Yoriichi..slow down." You let out in choked sobs.

In response he squeezed your plush thighs tightly you could feel his nails penetrate your skin causing a small burning sensation. His tongue still exploring, and he moves one of his hands off your thigh you can see the marks from his nails.

"Baby, do you feel good?" He asks as he plants small gentle kisses on your slick folds.

"Mmm.." you could barely speak as you try to catch your breath.

Before you could even reply you feel him slowly put his ring and middle finger in your hole that had been begging him to enter it. He latches back on to your clit quickly and pumps his fingers slowly at first. You put your hand on his head gripping his hair. You watch as his hair falls out of the ribbon that was tying it up so delicately. Your choked sobs and whines only encouraged him to go faster. His finger pumping faster. You are practically sobbing as you feel his calloused and warm finger penetrate you repeatedly.

"Y-Yoriichi I'm gonna cum" You choke out.

He looks up at you with love-struck eyes. "Cum for me please baby...I wanna taste you" he slurred too drunk off of the feeling of your body the taste of your body to speak properly. His fingers going a bit faster, and his kisses and tongue getting more aggressive as if he was craving you as if he had been starved and your body was the only thing that could nurture and cure his hunger.

Your back arched as you came yoriichi still stayed at his pace as you came down from your high. You pant as you feel his finger leave you. You watch as he licks his fingers to get a taste of the 'treat' you left him

"So pretty.." he purred as you look at his face that was covered in your warm fluids. You bring him down wiping his face. He plants a kiss on your lips and then leaves kisses on your jawline.

You watch as he moves back and undresses. You see his toned body and his dick. He was big..huge even. You've taken him many times before but no matter how many times you do. You could never get used to it. You stare knowing the feeling of him stretching you out would be something to die for. The pain and the pleasure mixing would be amazing.

Yoriichi grabs your legs gently placing the tip of his cock that was slick and dripping with precum not yet going inside. "Baby...I wanna make you cum again. I wanna make you feel good again." He slurred.

You feel his throbbing length starts to make its way into your body. You feel him stretching you out. You whine from the pain and the pleasure mixing. Your eyes well up with tears.

"I know...I'm sorry love.." he purred getting close to you as he pushed into you. He left small kisses and marks on your neck and chest. Finally, after what seemed like forever he was fully inside you.

You whined quietly. "You took me so well baby.." He says between kisses. He waits for you to adjust then moves slowly.

You could hear his grunts and feel his shallow breath on your neck. You whine quietly feeling his cock slide into you as you push himself back in with some strength behind it.

He gradually speeds up as you let out noises of pleasure you can hear him cussing and spewing out praises "Baby you're taking me so well." And "You're so tight I wish I could stay like this forever."

You could barely focus on what he was saying from the overwhelming feeling of him stretching you out.

"Baby you're so pretty...I wanna get you pregnant." He purred "I wanna fill that pretty tummy." He places his hand on your stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock. He continued pounding into you.

"Ah- Yorii- It's too much.." you sobbed "I know I'm sorry darling." Yoriichi grabs your hand and places it on your stomach with his on top of yours "You feel that baby? That's me." He lets out a small chuckle. He loved knowing he could please you. He loved knowing he's deep within you. "You love me right? No one can satisfy you like this right baby?" A grin spread across his face. He never spoke like this around others. He never spoke with such pride, but the feeling of your tight walls clenching out his cock so sweetly makes him a completely different person.

You simply continue to choke out sobs from the pleasure. Every time he pushes back into you. Your body felt a jolt, and a shiver ran up your spine. His touch was intoxicating right

now his mouth was firmly pressed around your hard bud while his other hand massaged your other boob his hands relishing in the moment and the feeling of your supple and soft skin. Yoriichi's pace remained the same. The sound of your choked sobs and whines was almost too much for him. If he didn't control himself he would've come a while ago.

" 'm gonna come Yori-" You manage to squeak out as you felt him pound into you. You could hear nothing but the sound of his and your sweat-drenched bodies making contact every time he pushed himself deep within you and your wails and whines. You felt the knot in your stomach you were about to cum. You felt his pace get sloppy he want about to cum too. A few more thrusts and you felt your entire body jolt and your back arch.

He continued pounding into you at a sloppy past as you came down from your high. And then he came.

You felt his warmth spread within and you look to see a ring of his and your fluids around the base of his cock.

He pulls out of you slowly and gently and watches as his seed flowed out of your body slowly. He leaned down laying on your chest listening to your heart as you caught your breath "Y/N you felt good right?" He asked. He loved you saying it. He loved hearing it.

"Mmm I felt good.." you rasped out, your throat dry from the screams you just previously let out. You look down to see him staring at you. Your eyes fluttered as your body warn you that you were about to fall asleep.

"Go to sleep I'll clean up." He smiled kissing your nose.

You drift off to sleep unable to keep your eyes open any longer. You don't know how long it took you to wake up but when you did you and him were both fully clothed. You were on top of him with his hands wrapped around your waist tightly and his breath steady indicating he was asleep. You look at him then lay back down and listen to his heartbeat until you drift back to sleep. You knew you were gonna feel sore in the morning.

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meggannn · 1 month ago

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finished clair obscur!

please note i have just finished the main game but haven't done all of the side content yet, don't spoil for any story stuff in the open world exploration! (like i know there's stuff about clea in the sky islands?)

really enjoyed it, though i'm not sure how i feel about the ending/s. let me get my other general thoughts out of the way first. this is very rambly and not structured at all, and i apologize if i repeat myself cause i'm sort of combining two separate conversations here:

music and art are gorgeous, of course. line-by-line writing felt a little goofy at times (not the intentionally silly parts themselves, the humor was cute, just the actual lines written sometimes didn't feel natural, but i chalk it up to maybe translation). the way information is revealed and teased throughout was well done. i love stories that you only fully understand on a second playthrough.

levels were the perfect size and gameplay loop was easy to get into. each character having their own unique fighting system felt overwhelming at first but quickly becomes manageable. i like that when monoco is introduced you're kinda like "ANOTHER one??" but his skill system is so different that you're immediately encouraged to mess with him and include him to learn more skills. playing them all together and stacking their buffs on top of each other for weird combinations was awesome.

love the idea of letting the main characters switch seamlessly between transportation methods in the gorgeous overworld, and you can clearly still see where you're going, where the collectibles are, and what enemy you're about to bump into. (i think this is inspired by final fantasy?)

i've never played a soulslike so this honestly took some time to get used to. the idea that in a turn-based game, you can avoid taking ANY damage if you're good enough at dodging or parrying, is conceptually really cool, but to then make the combat based on one of the most frustrating genres in the medium is an... interesting choice, i guess. it's like playing chess except every other move you have to jump inside the double dutch ropes and do a cool trick. (except what if i'm not good at double dutch???)

this is a game that wears its inspiration on its sleeves (persona/metaphor, sekiro, god of war, etc) and maybe four times out of five, it clicks, but of the mechanics, imo one thing they could've easily wiped without losing anything is the platforming. i don't think the game really benefited from it, but that also could just be because i don't like platformers and didn't sign up for one, so i felt kinda at a loss why that was there. it's like going to a very nice sushi restaurant and ordering a delicious platter for the table, then being told your meal is also coming with a side of curly fries but to eat them you have to catch the curly fries in your mouth first. just felt like a very jarring gameplay switch i wasn't fully onboard with. at least it is relegated to side challenges though.

i don't really care what the devs say about exploring on my own (and i DID explore every corner on my own, this isn't me being lazy): i still needed a map. it's a QOL thing, because i need maps to be able to tell where i've picked up collectibles before so i don't keep wasting my time looking for them, but i also wasted SO much time running around lost. especially when after beating an enemy it would respawn or reload me facing the wrong direction. there were also several times i'd flip flop between "i can't tell which fucking path is progress," run in a direction for a minute, change my mind, backtrack, then realize oh wait i was right the first time, wait was i right the first time??. it got really old after a while.

more exploration thoughts: map complaints aside, i can't think of a single game i've looked forward to 100%ing the map the most! it's just SO much fun to run around and turn a corner to discover a new boss waiting and wondering oh god how will this one kick my ass. an online guide suggested doing the ending before all the sky exploration, and i was like "psh no way, i gotta grind/level up!" but the exploration side bosses were fucking so brutal they basically bitch-slapped me like "go back to the baby levels in the main story, runt"

i want more games like this! even though there were some misses, i think it was the perfect size, the boundaries make it easy to note what you can and can't do, and these polished AA-type games that focus on quality over quantity are where i hope the industry goes moving forward.

the ending:

i'm so torn on the endings, partly because what the ending choice was trying to say isn't what i think COE33 was actually building up to. on the one hand, no truly happy endings feels very appropriate. but on the other, this game was sold/advertised to me as an ensemble cast banding together standing up to an indifferent world and cruel god(s) to fight for their small but meaningful lives. but in the last few main missions, the game shifts to say "ACTUALLY i'm really about just a few specific people not being able to process grief very well." i can vibe with that, i can even vibe with the reveal that the TRUE main characters are just a few very specific people instead of the ensemble cast. but i feel a little miffed in how the "ordinary people standing up to gods controlling them" angle never truly gets resolved, because to me, that's still an equally valuable theme worth seeing through to its conclusion. both endings are unsatisfying in regard to letting the canvas inhabitants decide their fate; i flip flop on how i feel about them, though. the shift to JUST focus on maelle and verso at the end instead of the ensemble cast felt... hmm. they clearly didn't FORGET about lune and sciel and monoco and esquie. but i dislike that they basically became NPCs in a dollhouse when i invested in and viewed them all as equally important from the beginning, something renoir (and imo verso) never do. tldr, i feel hoodwinked! bamboozled!

i picked maelle's ending (for reasons i'll get into below), but the last few shots of poor verso playing piano didn't feel great, obviously. i'm okay okay with her dying in there, because her situation isn't like aline's—she literally belongs there too—and she probably sees it as "a short good life in the canvas compared to a long miserable life outside," and even if it's tragic, i think she deserves the right to make the choice of a life with love over a life in a broken family. i'm kinda bittersweet about her reviving everyone (if you were a god with the power to eliminate death, wouldn't you?) but her reviving verso specifically stings obviously after what he asked of her. his last words were haunting. i thought the last shot of verso playing piano was meant to imply he just didn't want to be doing this, and knew something was wrong, but my friend thought it meant maelle was literally controlling him to force him to play, which is super fucked up, even if she made a verso that didn't have his memories again. i guess the kindest reading is that maybe she painted an old man verso to life just for ONE concert (everyone does look young and she did say he'd be her FIRST concert, right, so why would she wait decades years to do the concert? or did she just make everyone immortal but let verso grow old because her verso never got to? just a few logistical things i haven't really figured out.) still, though, obviously not a great ending, and i don't think it's the ending the game "wants" you to pick.

that said, i'm not convinced verso's ending is really the "better" ending the way a lot of the fans (and i think the writers) are trying to argue. for a few reasons, but one main one is this: even putting aside wiping out the canvas world full of living breathing people (that was my main hangup), i read the dessendres as borderline abusive to alicia post-verso's death, certainly verbally cruel (clea). so sending maelle back to a household that didn't respect her autonomy, value her life as maelle, and might force her to fight in a war, to live with a family she was dependent on to survive as a disabled girl, felt like a genuinely disturbing prospect to me and i couldn't stomach it. alicia/maelle, a lonely girl for whom the canvas is not fantasy but a world in which she equally belongs (i don't think renoir and verso ever fully appreciated), all but begs us not to let her go back there, and verso gong "you'll be ok, you're a great painter!" felt very much like Cope because he doesn't know how bad things are in the real world for her since he died, and cannot promise those things at all. do we really believe maelle "only one small painting on the wall" will be respected equally out there? maybe by aline! but imo not by clea, and if dad is willing to disregard her wishes and destroy the canvas as soon as he leaves, i mean shit, i think he got what he wanted! he doesn't have to bend on anything anymore so why wouldn't he wrap alicia up in wool for the rest of her life? we've all heard of controlling parents but renoir feels to me like the "even if you're miserable and hate me, i'll lock you in your room forever so i can have my perfect family again" type. (imo he was also living in a fantasy that life would just go back to normal after he got aline and alicia back; destroying the canvas might prevent people from reentering it, but i also gather it's a representation of how he dealt with his grief: bury it and don't look at it again. Suffer For The Family and then guilt trip them into what YOU want because YOU'RE the head of the household so what you say goes. i really fucking hate those types especially when it's the "stoic logical men" vs the "silly women with their heads in the clouds" so part of me really rebelled against this messaging. verso repeating renoir's logic at the end made me :/ because i think that neither of them are the unbiased, stoic, rational "voice of reason" they pretend to be. verso had every right to die, but even he didn't recognize that maelle deserved to exist in this world as much as alicia deserved to grieve her brother properly in the outside.)

i also admit part of my resistance toward verso's ending is because i dislike being literally told by characters This Is What The Theme of The Game Is. like, i want to make that decision for myself! for most of the game the "stop living in fantasy" theme only affected aline, who we don't really get to know as well as we do lune and sciel and gustave, who deal more with the "live well, just live as yourself" theme. like actually, game, i think a huge theme of the game is also that people should get to decide what to do with their life and death, no matter how small or inconsequential. that's literally what the gommage introduces and we see gustave using his death to protect maelle, we see verso using his life to try to finally die. their choices should be respected, and so should maelle's. what makes BOTH endings tragic is that the fate of the canvas is still determined by gods, and in her ending, she decides for them who lives and dies.

"you can't live in a fantasy world, wake up and live in the awful nightmare world like the rest of us for MATURITY" stories very rarely hit their mark for me, largely in part because ALL media is fantasy, and the writers and designers and artists have just spent countless hours convincing me to get invested in this specific fantasy just to yank the rug out and go "ok, time to blow it all up now for one of the characters to learn their lesson" (it's extra weird in a video game that then subsequently dumps you back into the game world so you can keep playing the game). in this case, it felt like two characters were repeating this moral as a genuine reaction to their trauma (verso) and watching their family poorly cope (reonir), but this was also very much what renoir and verso wanted to believe the moral was. for renoir and verso, the canvas is fantasy: but for the audience, COE33 introduced TWO fantasy worlds to me (the canvas and the outer world) but both of them felt very much real: they grew largely independently from each other, but still had impact on the other. the canvas had human characters who lived full lives, even if their gods didn't recognize them.

tangent, it BOGGLED MY MIND when renoir said they'd made hundreds of canvases. like bitch, i can't imagine just making HUNDREDS of universes and treating them like playgrounds and not recognizing you're literally creating life and destroying it on a whim over and over to settle a family squabble. it really is greek myth all over again. like imo the best ending is the canvas(es) gets liberated from its creators, maybe with maelle maintaining verso's so she knows they can at least be happy there, but that obviously isn't happening. i was kinda hoping she'd find a balance between two worlds but her insistence her dad would destroy it as soon as she left, implying he didn't mean the words he'd said and didn't learn anything about her in this whole saga, felt like a frustrating bait-and-switch at the end to force a dramatic choice.

another tangent about renoir: he's a great villain! i can understand his sorrow with aline and maelle, how he feels betrayed that she taught him a lesson she's not imparting herself, it's a very real tragedy to watch someone you love go somewhere you can't follow. he's just so insane and controlling and patronizing and the epitome of Patriarch Who WILL Make You Miserable To Grow Stronger But You'll Thank Him One Day that i hate him, and i do think he is meant to be a parallel to gustave, who let maelle on the expedition despite it not being safe, because if maelle is going to die then she wants to die next to someone she loves. renoir going "i will not lose you!!" bites at me because he already lost her. do you think maelle would want to stay in the canvas if she thought you were enough to make the manor worth going back to?

so that was a hangup for me in the end: as someone who's spent the past several months obsessed with cyberpunk 2077, one of its themes was "you're gonna die in this messed-up world one day, so however it comes for you, own it/stay true to your fucking self and only you should decide how you go out." which i felt also resonated with the doomed expeditioners and the idea of "we live such short lives trying to change our fate in a world inherently hostile to us, but they matter, and it may not mean much to the forces above us, but let me decide this small piece, we deserve at least that dignity." so it felt odd and hypocritical to me to jump into COE33 and decide FOR maelle "ok child, pack up the toys and go back home now. i know the barbies FEEL real to you, but as the Smart Adult, you can't live in the dollhouse anymore." which... well. renoir and verso never considered the canvas and the people in it to be real people, and verso even lived inside it; renoir is a god who barely acknowledged sciel and lune's existence in their scenes together (i never got over that!), and verso, who understandably wanted to die after bearing the weight of the family's grief, was willing to take down the whole canvas with him for the sake of his not-sister. it's understandable, but we see how reserved verso is even among people he considers "long-term friends" like monoco and esquie which makes me think he's checked out for a long time. and of course don't get me started on how he can sleep with sciel (and lune?) under false pretenses. i wasn't even bothered when sciel was like "yeah i'm mad. i'm over it now. because you're helping me get my husband back now that that's an option :)" i was like fair play girl

anyway in case it wasn't obvious, i do consider the lives of everyone in the canvas to be real and in an ideal world, they would decide their own fate, not have it be left up to the gods painting them in and out of reality. in fact, sciel and lune felt more real to me than aline and clea just because i'd spent so much time with them and i found their struggles way more relatable as a 30-ish woman in the workforce, and when it came down to the big choice, it didn't feel the outcome of a single person (maelle/alicia) should factor more than the continued existence of what i see as an entirely unique and should-probably-be autonomous universe i was HOPING that the ending was gonna result in the canvas gaining independence from the painters, or breaking the link so the dessendres can't meddle again, so i picked maelle's ending also hoping she'd become more of a like, kind godly figure who'd fix the damage her family did to this world, even if she couldn't stay for long, but that is sadly not what happened lmao.

"but megan, this means you're letting the basement kid from omelas suffer just play with your toys! what about the shadowy kid!verso stuck painting the canvas forever?" i interpreted that kid's existence differently. i think verso's "aren't you tired?" is him speaking to himself, not the kid, and the kid was more a visual representation of canvas's continued existence, not that the kid was literally chained to the floor forever. but if that is a literal piece of verso's soul trapped in there, if that's how in it works in this universe, if we're gonna wipe the canvas For The Sake Of Letting Verso's Memory Rest, then why bother keeping any childhood artwork at all? do they have to destroy all their older canvases then? renoir said he painted HUNDREDS. do they have to destroy all artwork by dead Painters (or Writers)? just raised a lot of questions. if it's just because this one is special because it's verso's the dessendres were using to avoid facing their grief... well, those other canvas kids are stuck forever too, so if we're confirming this shadow kid is suffering, then shouldn't the next goal be destroying verso's other canvases so his painterly soul pieces don't linger on in misery forever? but where does it end, are you really gonna destroy all of his artwork and a bunch of fully-realized worlds with possibly sentient people just because your family can't get therapy? it just raises fewer questions to me if the kid is a straight-up metaphor, questions i don't think the game actually wanted me to ask about the world.

one thing i noticed about the endings is that maelle's ending starts positively (everyone's alive) and then ends bleakly (the reveal she forced verso back to life while haunting music plays). verso's ending starts bleakly (everyone in the canvas dies) and arguably ends a bit more bittersweet (standing over her brother's grave while gentle music plays). this is why i think the writers are trying to tell us the verso ending is better for her, because the final sentence of a story, the last shot of the film, is powerful, it's your closing argument, and well, bittersweet music is imo preferable to haunting music in this case lol. i'm just not entirely sure i'm convinced alicia will really "move on" from this the way we move on from grief in the real world. one of her lives was just destroyed and the family members who unconditionally loved her, enough to respect that she's two people at once, are all dead. i'm not trying to say life as a disabled girl isn't worth living, but i thought it sort of noteworthy that in the outer world she's literally voiceless and her painting skills aren't respected, but in the canvas, they are. some people might see that as running away from "real life," but i was never convinced the canvas was anything other than real, too. idk.

again though i'm not arguing the maelle ending is better. it's genuinely fuckin bleak to the point that i was like, was verso really necessary lol?? lol i again i'll repeat i wish they hadn't gone for the "the silly women lost in fantasy need to be saved by the rational stoic men who know how to deal with grief the Right Way" angle. but whatever. renoir and verso doing all this "for her" while not LISTENING to her never sits right with me, so i'm with her on that; it doesn't hit as hard when it comes in the form of lectures by men who aren't listening to what maelle needs: love and support, which she isn't getting in the outer world. but she's not learning the lesson she needs to; sadly if she didn't have alicia's memories i think it would've been easier to let verso go, because maelle saw gustave as her true north, and with him i think she'd be ok, but well, she's a young woman with the powers of a god, and the grief of two lifetimes, i do i understand why she did what she did. just sucks! there really are no happy endings in night city

"this entire world bears the weight of your family's grief" is a chilling line. and ngl i don't blame him for chasing death! he's lived a really shitty life and was LITERALLY created to bear the weight of their grief! but imo verso's fate doesn't have to be the canvas's fate, the game sets you off on this grand fantasy of underdogs fighting to survive in a world that hates them. it's a shame they never got to decide for themselves the world they lived in.

#coe33 #coe33 spoilers

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idrellegames · 2 years ago

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Apologies if this (or anything similar) has been asked before, but how long did Wayfarer take to plan/write/etc before you started posting about it on tumblr or actually.. writing the game?

I'm currently in the very early planning stages of my own IF and I don't want to rush on making the worldbuilding. I imagine lots of planning went into Wayfarer (?) before you started to actually write the game or promote it on tumblr, and I suppose I'm just curious to know? Again, my apologies if this is a weird question or one you don't want to answer.

Oh that's a good question!

To be honest, I wouldn't use what I did as a good example of what to do. 😅 As some of you know, Wayfarer has its roots as a Dragon Age fan game. That game went nowhere (and has no similarities to Wayfarer other than Alexia, Ren, Calla and Aeran were all originally OCs for it), but it did mean that I had an audience from the DA fandom when I made the switch to original writing. I made this blog and did announcement posts and OC questions before I had anything substantially written. I released one demo in May 2019 and didn't get much further than that.

2020 was when I made changes and abandoned the fan game to work on what is now Wayfarer. I did about 5 months of plotting and planning before I made the announcement; I actually did most of the initial worldbuilding and outlines for a video game scriptwriting course I was taking at the time. I had to develop a game bible for a hypothetical game, so I used Wayfarer for that coursework, although that game bible is not very representative of what the game is now since I had to do specific things in specific ways to appease my professor.

The first thing I did after announcing the switch to orginal fiction was commission a portrait of Mel. 😂 I already had portraits of Aeran, Alexia, Ren and Calla and though those ones were commissioned while the game was still Dragon Age, their character designs are still the same. Though I don't think artwork is necessary to have a successful IF, it can be very helpful in terms of gaining an audience. Visuals are eye-catching!

I tried a lot of different things in 2020. Some things worked, some didn't. The first half of the year I was worldbuilding, outlining, and reworking the game bible. I wrote and coded a Prologue that eventually got scrapped, and the beginning of Episode 1 up to the fight with Kane, which didn't. I livestreamed it on my Twitch channel with my partner reading and doing voices (shout out to anyone who remembers Southern Sero because that was... a thing that happened).

I rewrote the Prologue with the one we have now in September 2020 and worked to add more material to Episode 1 before making an official game announcement in November 2020. I can't quite remember how far that first demo went, but I think it was the Prologue and Episode 1's fight with Kane if the player went to Rat Alley and up to the end of the meeting with Zenaida if the player went to the docks. All of that would have been around 51k words of playable content in the game when the demo released.

Looking back, I probably would have done things differently. I also think that there's no one way to make an IF. What works for one person is not necessarily going to work for another, it's okay to find your own path. 💗

But I can give a little bit of advice:

You need to know what you are writing before you go ahead and write it. IF is not a medium that can be pantsed (unless you're creating a short or micro game). Get comfortable plotting and outlining in well in advance. You should have an idea of how your game is going to shape up and the main thrust of the plot before you start, otherwise you're going to get overwhelmed with too many ideas and risk fizzling out.

To promote a game, you need to have a game. Before you launch an announcement post and officially start marketing your game, you need to have a playable demo with substantial content. Think of it this way: you only have one shot to make a first impression and it has to be a good one. The demo needs to introduce the player to their character, the world, the game's main mechanics, and a plot hook. The amount of work this is going to take is going to differ depending on the scope of your game and your writing style, but a character creator and 1000-3000 words is not going to cut it.

Don't use your blog as a way to worldbuild. Keep that offline and between you and your beta group or writing circle. If there's one repeat tendency I've seen a lot over the past few years of IF development on tumblr, it's that there is sometimes more interest in answering OC asks and writing flash fiction and answering prompts then there is in writing the game. These asks can be a lot of fun and can absolutely drive engagement for your blog, but at the end of the day they can either take away from the time and energy you should put towards your game or they will spoil the development of your characters for the players. The line between player engagement and player participation in a game's development is a very fine one that can get tricky to walk.

Worldbuilding isn't something that you do at the start and never again. It's something that grows with you as your write your project; sometimes you'll have to shift things and change them, fill in holes you didn't see coming, scrap ideas entirely. Allow yourself breathing room. I think you're off to a good start by knowing that you don't want to rush the worldbuilding. It's something that takes a lot of time to grow organically, and it's going to change and grow with you.

Good luck! 💖

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #interactive fiction #interactive novel #twine #twine game #coding in twine #on writing

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shshshquietnow · 2 years ago

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alright, here’s three words :D

Glass, Metal, Honey

Teehee :)

Contents: creepy whumper, intimate whumper, monster whumper, human whumpee, fantasy whump, threats of being eaten (don't know if there's a more concise way to out that), non con touching

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Stupid stupid STUPID. Cane was stupid, thats all there was to it. He'd been lost for days in the middle of nowhere in the woods, so shut the first sign of civilization he saw was going to be shifty.

"You shouldn't have entered, little morsel. You're in my house, I can sense wherever you go."

He clutched his silver dagger like a life line. Vampires, werewolves, demons, fey- no, fey were iron. Ghosts if he somehow managed to catch the thing's reflection to trap it. Those were all what silver was good against, this thing was none of those.

It was dark- the middle of the night, clearly when the thing was most powerful, as it hadn't made itself known until the sunset, when Cane had already beet here for a few hours. But it was dark now, Cane couldn't see where he was or remember where he had been...

But the thing... it was fast, it was cunning and tricky and it was very good at making Cane very very scared. It had chased him out to some sort of art room, if Cane remembered right. It was made of shadows, slinking in and out of them to scare the boy as well. Two forms too, right as the darkness came Can had seen a man like figure atop the stairs,but once the sun was completely gone it turned into a great wolf like- with its laughter, HYENA like- moster.

It wanted to eat Cane... he wasn't sure if it meant literally though, he'd heard of some monsters that feed off of terror, or instead of flesh will eat souls.

But no, whatever it will eat... the shadow thing was clearly playing with its food. Cane couldn't tell if he should be glad or not. On one hand it was giving him time to think, to plan his escape... on the other, there was no way Cane stood a CHANCE once it decided it was more hungry than it was bored.

His breath caught as he bumped into something, making a noise. That was bad enough, but a second later something glass- probably some sculpture in this art room- screamed, crashing and shattering. Cane's high nerves caused him to yelp, and all at once Cane felt eyes on him.

Then a hand, pressing onto his stomach, pushing him backwards into... another body. Human feeling, like a large lean man.

Cane couldn't breathe, Cane couldn't BREATHE as he felt a chin rest on his shoulder, the shadow thing hugging him from behind. It hummed, that sort of hum like he'd just eaten a perfectly cooked steak.

"My, you're breathing really fast," the thing chuckled, nuzzling into Cane's neck. "You weren't trying yo get away from me, were you? Your fear is just... inTOXICATING, I must say..."

The thing moved its hand off of Cane's stomach and up to his chest, clawed fingers and palm over his rapidly beating heart.

"Oh yes... that's what I like to feel..." the thing smiled- it must be smiling. It sighed. "I'm going to keep you around a long while, little morsel. I can just TASTE how sweet you'll be..."

All at once Cane was filled with terror- of course he was already scared out of his mind wandering the manor in the dark running from some shadow thing, but this fear wasn't his- it was overwhelming, taking him over, making him freeze up, it had been put into him. It was too much and the hands on him... Cane passed out.

He was vaguely aware- he felt the shadow thing lift him from behind his knees into a bridal carry. "Delicious..."

#whump #quiet whispering #whumper #fantasy whump #whumpee #magic whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #monster whumper #human whumpee

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overobsessivewhumper · 2 years ago

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Whumpcember 2023: Day 2: Sickness

@whumpcember

Content warning: Emetophobia

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Caught between a rock and a hard place, Astarion ends up drinking the blood of a Shadow-Cursed creature.

Lucky for him, Wyll isn't going to let him suffer the consequences alone.

As soon as the cursed blood had hit the inside of his mouth, Astarion had regretted his decision. He'd been cornered, caught between the deadly twisting dark of the Shadow cursed lands and one of the poor souls that fell to said dark.

Hours later, sitting in the warm glow of the Last Light Inn's fire place, Astarion wishes he'd kept his teeth to himself. There's cause for celebration. Karlach just had her engine upgraded, and is greatly enjoying her newfound freedom. Astarion didn't particularity feel like joining in. A sharp pain has made its home in his abdomen, and every once of his attention is being consumed by keeping how much he's shaking unnoticeable. As much as Astarion shifted the way he sat or pressed the palm of his hand subtly against his stomach, nothing seemed to ease his discomfort.

Not only had Astarion been caught quite a way away from his companions, but he had also been down a dagger.

A frankly embarrassing oversight on his part had lead to him dropping one of them.

No health potions on him, he'd made the split decision to use the assets his vampirism came with and drink his opponents blood.

Things take a turn for the worse as nausea sets in. The overwhelming smell of food and copious amounts of alcohol aren't helping. He needs to leave the inn.

With a quick squeeze of Wylls hand, and a whispered excuse about being tired, Astarion gets up to make his way to camp. The gingerly way he moves and slight limp can luckily be blamed on the lingering injuries from the earlier fight, so Astarion is confident that no one will bat an eye.

But of course Wyll can't leave well enough alone.

Just before Astarion can get out of the inn, Wyll catches up to him.

“Are you alright, Astarion?” Wyll takes his hand in his again. “You hardly spoke a word all evening...” The look Wyll bares is soft and worried, so much so that Astarion is almost forced to consider his feelings for the man deeper. Something he's very much been avoiding. Instead, Astarion flashes him a smile.

“Why ever wouldn't I be alright?” Astarion answers, resting his unoccupied hand on his hip in a way he knows looks good. The motion doesn't feel good, but that hardly matters. “I'm just tired.”

The look Wyll is giving him doesn't change.

“Are you sure? You took quite a beating in that fight today.” Wyll brings his hand up to gently brush just shy of a bruise blooming on Astarions cheekbone. Astarion doesn't let the smile drop. He got himself into this mess, he'll have to find his own way out of it. Besides, throwing up in front of the Blade of Frontiers was hardly going to make the man find him more desirable.

“Oh nothing a good nights rest won't fix.” Astarion says, laughing for emphasis.

“I could accompany you back to camp.” Wyll suggests, running his thumb across the back of Astarions hand. Astarion scoffs.

“I can manage that short a walk on my own, thank you very much. Stop worrying so much and join the others!” Pressing a chaste kiss to Wylls lips, Astarion slips his hand from Wylls and steps back. “I'll be fine.”

Wyll struggles to remain serious after the kiss, a smile crossing his face. Astarion knew that would work.

“If you say so... I'll see you later then.”

“Later, my love.” Astarion turns before Wyll can ask more questions, giving him a little wave.

Glancing over his shoulder, Astarion catches a glimpse of Wyll rejoining the others. Astarion sighs, tension leaving his body he hadn't even known was there in the first place. The further he gets from prying eyes, the harder every step he takes seems. His limbs feel leaden, all his senses start appearing distant.

Next thing he knows, he's fallen to his knees, body trying desperately to rid its self of the vile blood. It tastes twice as bad as it did the first time, and burns all the way up. When the retching finally stills, he's shaking violently, barely able to keep himself from falling into the small pool of congealed blood and swirling ichor on the floor.

Expelling the blood he did does nothing to lessen the agony he's in. It takes a tremendous amount of effort to get back up. Doing so leaves Astarion out of breath, despite not needing to breath. The awful feeling in his stomach has spread its ugly tentacles all over his body, layering a new kind of ache on top of the one already present from spending the day fighting.

Just a little further, Astarion tells himself, then he can collapse all he likes.

And when the camp comes into sight, he almost does just that. But Astarion forces his legs to carry him just a little further. Once he reaches the entrance of his tent, he lets his body do what it wants, and the ground comes up to meet him.

It's always cold in the Shadow cursed lands, Astarion hates it. He hates it even more now. Every shiver that runs through his body aggravates every ache and pain.

If Astarion had any energy left, he'd try and drag himself into his bedroll. But he doesn't, so he settles for blindly reaching for his blanket and haphazardly pulling it over himself. It would have to do.

At least the tent lends him some privacy in his suffering, not something Astarions used to being afforded.

Under Cazador, pain was rarely a private thing. Someone was always there, observing it, enjoying it. Astarion shuddered. Thinking about his former master now is a dangerous game to be playing. He tries to push the taught away, tries to distract himself, tries to think of something else, anything else. The harder he attempts to do so, the more he ends up doing exactly what he wanted to avoid.

Memories of past pain mix with the present in a mess of blurry images and muddled sensations. The tug of commands unable to be disobeyed, rotting blood, pain no matter what he did, unwanted hands all over his body. Astarion is ashamed by the pathetic noise he lets escape his mouth.

He draws his knees to his chest, cheek pressed to the cold floor, blanked hardly helping keeping him warm at all. He'd feel sorry for himself, if this weren't his own fault.

Astarion counts himself lucky that breathing isn't a necessity. He doesn't think he'd have it in him to sit up or even roll over were he to be sick again. Whilst some of the cursed substance would undoubtable end up in his lungs, it'd hardly be the death of him.

His eyes flick to the piece of fabric separating him from the outside world as it shifts. A head pokes in, and none other than Wyll stares down at him, single red eye glowing in the dim light. Astarion can't really decide whether he prefers this to some rabid beast coming to bite his face off. His dignity would suffer less if it were the beast.

Something moves against the outside of his tent, and Astarions first instinct is: Run.

He can't, doesn't even try to.

Wyll immediately drops to his knees next to Astarion. "Hells, you look terrible." Astarion is sure he does.

A distant part of him wants to give Wyll a snarky answer, something about that being no way to greet your lover, but only a weak groan leaves his mouth.

Wyll brings his hand up to tilt Astarions head gently to one side. Astarion is aware that Wyll is saying something, but all he can focus on as soon as Wylls warm palm makes contact with his cheek is how good it feels. He leans into the touch as much as he possibly can, wanting desperately to cling to that tiny speck of warmth.

But just as fast as it appeared, it's gone again. Astarions attempt to pull Wylls hand back fails miserably. The cold seeps right back, worse than the first time.

“I'm getting Halsin. He'll know what to do.” Wyll says, pulling the blanket on Astarion to cover him better. As humiliating having Wyll see him like this is, the prospect of being left alone with his thoughts again unnerves Astarion. Talking isn't something he trusts himself to manage, so he throws Wyll a pleading look. Wyll sighs. “I'll be right back, promise.” He leans down and presses a quick kiss to Astarions forehead. “Just stay put, alright?”

And with that, he leaves. In some stupid attempt to get him to come back, Astarion puts all he's got into sitting up. His arms spasm under his weight and his head swims as renewed waves of nausea hit him, and, just as Astarion manages to get himself upright, his vision blurs and suddenly, everything goes dark.

The first thing that floods back when Astarion regains consciousness is his bodies disagreement with what he'd done the last day. Astarion partly wishes he hadn't woken up yet. At least then he wouldn't have to be an active participant in the pain he's experiencing.

The second thing Astarion notices is that he's laying against something warm.

Opening his eyes, Astarion notices that whilst he is still in his own tent, he isn't alone any more. It doesn't take a lot of thinking power to summarize that the lap his head is laying in is Wylls. His hand is in Astarion's hair, playing with it idly. When Astarion turns to look up, Wyll seems to gets shook from his thoughts. The distant look he had a moment ago is gone, the concern however doesn't leave his expression.

“Oh, I hope this wasn't too presumptuous of me.” Wyll says, withdrawing his hand. “I couldn't really ask you... Halsin said you might appreciate a bit of warmth.” He pauses, eyebrows drawn together. “I can leave, if you want me to.”

Wyll smiles and the warmth of it almost reminds Astarion of the sun.

“Don't you dare.” Astarion hisses, voice rough and unsteady, barely above a whisper. Astarion knows it would be better to take the out and let the man leave. It's awful to be seen like this, not to mention, very unhelpful to keeping on Wylls good side. It was hardly attractive, seeing Astarion this disgustingly sick.

But it also felt nice to not be alone, to be held. Astarion doesn't want to think about the feelings he holds for Wyll all too much, no matter what those feelings may be, but he couldn't deny that Wylls presence comforted him.

And Wyll explains what Halsin had done, that he had healed Astarions physical injuries as best he could and that he'd, correctly, guessed that Astarion had ingested blood tainted by the shadow curse. Some time during the explanation, Wyll started running his fingers through Astarions hair again.

“Halsin reckons the only thing you can really do is wait for the sickness to have run its course.” Wyll continues.

The urge to make some comment about the druid being useless was there, but not nearly pressing enough for Astarion to act on it.

A fresh shiver tears through Astarions body, and he subtly tries to shift himself closer to Wyll. Not nearly subtle enough it seems, as even faced with such minute movement, Astarions body protests adamantly and violently. A groan leaves Astarions mouth before he can even think to try and stop it. It's a horrible little thing too, weak and breathy.

“Can I try something?” Wyll asks. Astarion nods. What ever Wyll could come up with couldn't possibly make things worse. Wyll shifts Astarions head off of his lap, and for a moment it is worse as even that small bit of warmth is gone.

But it isn't gone for long, as Wyll moves to lay beside him, pulling Astarion to his chest so carefully Astarion is tempted to complain about Wyll treating him like he's make out of glass. Against the cold of Astarions skin, even through a layer of clothes, Wyll feels almost impossibly warm against his back. Wylls hands come to rest on Astarions chest, encircling him loosely.

And, although Astarion loathes to admit it, maybe he doesn't mind his suffering being witnessed all that much if the one with him is Wyll.

#whumpcember2023 #bg3 #Astarion/Wyll #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #emetophobia

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