#suho fantasy

[unholywriters]

Idea Posting again

I have several ideas and If I don’t write them down somewhere and get reminded that they’re here I’m gonna cry because I want to remember.

Mafia’s Distraction -

How do we always managed to attract the attention of those who are dangerous? Do they just enjoy seeing others be confident when you decide to put your foot down whenever they cross a line? Take your/n for example, working one of the local pups always having to argue with someone who thinks they own the bar when in reality they don’t own anything but their fragile little ego but even then there’s nothing wrong with kicking them to a curb right? But what if you’re being watched all the time by not just one of them, but two of them with a status so powerful it could make everyone in that pub keep their tails between their legs just so they can survive another day. One day y/n is simply jus trying to handle some more of the loud crowd that didn’t want to listen, some were still sober and the rest were getting tipsy before they decided to cross you, by grabbing a bottle and pouring it all out in front of you while you were serving one of the bosses. Not only that, but this tipsy male had poured it on the bosses lap. Trying to start something since he was the self proclaimed life of the party before everyone turned to look at them. Y/N was about to try and ban him since this was against the rules before everyone saw their tattoos, after all each group has a tattoo to show who they belong to and what rank they have, and these two were the only two who had the black crown with a Y and a M for each person.

Needless to say, the person was bragged away begging for his life, while everyone else was told to leave expect for y/n, who had to sit and agree to talk to them, well more like it was them coming up with a compromise, and don’t we just love those?

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Demon’s ring

imagine this and I'm gonna try and do this the best way i can without skipping over or amkinf this sound like something else.

Imagine that you're forced to live in sectors based on your race, like fairy's go to one, elves the other, foxes, sirens you name it. But the demons are considered the highest one, no one can touch them after they managed to beat the heavens in a war and have since claimed a large chunck of the earth, bur each year there's a selection of those "fortunate" to go since the demkn sector is considered one of thr richest and most loveable ace to live with "letters: being sent every two days of the person being happy to be chosen but missing home. Till you're choosen instead this time since your friends highly voted for you since every year there's a voting process to see who's the best at what for that sector and you go.

When you get there at first you see all of the glam, the joy you never got to feel and the best cooked food you ever could've imagined onto of thay sprinkled in gold dust. But then you meet the rulers kf this sector, [the ones in the video] but you don't meet them at the palace, you were walking with your friend (who's been there for what felt like ages and doesn't remember any torment) ans one by one they meet you, or see you from afar and grow interested so they play the nice card since you're from the outside and can't let you run just yet. But as it's getting more and more obvious thay they like you, you jabw these visions of them in your dreams and you can't seem to shake them off since almost no matter where you go there right there, and in one dream you're seen giving birth tk children, with a mark on your stomach tbag was never there before but when you woke it was there. And so you slowly kept trying to plan a route to leave or by trying to trap them into something, anything that woukd get you free and away from that vision becoming true And you know me this is gonna be gay because I can't ever seem to write a straight story for my life

BUT they can't seem to touch you without feeling a burn something they've never felt before after the war because after all, the angles were kept in their sector and weren't allowed to get out yet somehow, *you* were able to hurt them if you were scared and wanted to ger away. One pair was angry, the other pair was intrigued but they knew this meant you'd be able to escape so they pulled almost all the stops they could, not like flirting wise but stopped you ar every exit you coild run to and slowly get closer, talking to you either like a bride, or something else but it didn't work, since the last time you tried to run you seriously injured them and there was nothing they could do, let alone let others find out. So you were out in the water fighting off the sirens who were told to bring you back till you reached the angels, who were looking at you in aspiration. And besides the angels are the good guys, they want to bring back peace, right?

But when you started to watch them get stronger, you noticed that you were in pain, as if they were taking your energy and making it not power for power so they coukd escape but there was nothing you could do. When one day you woke up tied tk a Pole pointing exactly where the sun would shine and you were onto of a empty ball, panic settling in you tried to beg them for helo but they only started to cut you ans watch your essence and how you were getting weaker and almost like you were dying. They told you how they planned to wipe out the demons, making sure no evil could throw off the balance of the garden of eternal and how they needed to go. But of course you manged to break free, more like you had a freak out and released something thay caused thr angels to be weakened more, some were even fading away into nothingness while those let out pained cries.

Now being free you ran to the water where the sirens were swimming and knew they has to take you back home to the demons. Whike the angels started to get free from their barrier the sirens took uou as closet as they could. You ran to the demon sector and saw one of the boys, who looked amused that you were back but also terrified at the swarm of white behind you and soon manages to take you behind the walls while trying to keep you and the others demons age (because who says demons don't have a heart) But they haven't recovered from thr attacked even with jt being arojnd... almost a month that you've left and they almost manages to win before kf course you and one of them (I forgot who's the oldest in that video) manages to pull a something before sealed the angels back away With you rebuilding thr sector that was destroyed and reassuring everyone who heard about a fight and some deaths. Helping rebuild it and stopping the yearly choosing and stayed Still continuing to drive them crazy while they continue to tease you

[ying-doodles]

// webtoon spoilers (ep 143)

... horse romcom filler episode... (ᄑ_ᄑ )

ok but why'd they go and make komanchi such a fcking creep?? like dude put that tongue back in your mouth and shut the fck up-

I know he's supposed to be the big bad here but eugh I'd shoot him with a horse tranquilizer and then beat his ass into the dirt he fcking sucks.

and here's the pure underdog shumahal (who's supposedly named after some sports car? but I have zero idea which one it is cause I'm not a car fanatic...) who could beat komanchi but can't cause he actually has morals and won't run over a kid that's in the way wow-

I'm not gonna show the rest of the episode cause it's just about shumahal breaking up with cheronin and saying she should be with a fast man and then lloyd talks to her and they hint at the speeding lecture coming next episode- nothing major missed really.

honestly this episode is rather forgettable at best but it did make me laugh with just how fcking stupid shumahal looks in his blue tracksuit ahdjdjsk-

like with the black leather pants (body suit? don't think about it too much..), the other centaurs look fine cause it kinda blends in but the bright blue just shows how bizarre their pants really are www,, horse pants dhdjsksk-

[sunflowercider]

Hi are lloyd and suho's face the same/similar? Or they have the same face but looked different because of the hairstyle?

Hmm, you know, I don't think they ever describe either of their faces! You've astounded me, I forgot about that.

I didn't expect a full My Immortal intro to Lloyd's appearance, but it's rather short. In chapter 1, Lloyd is only described as a "sleek, dark haired man". I don't think Suho ever describes his appearance aside from things that describe how poor he was, like a shabby haircut and clothes.

I assume the novel images are close to what BK Moon was thinking, otherwise why have the photos at all?

Yeah they look pretty damn similar but... I mean this with much love in my heart... the art style doesnt really do "distinct faces" other than "young man, older man, old man, and Handsome Bishie".

So i think that means roll with what you want to be true tbh

[hikayat]

“i  promise  i  will  rip  your  fucking  clothes  off.”  suho to kei just before he got on stage

NSFW  PINTEREST  SENTENCE  STARTERS. — @sovrumana

"And this is why giving you backstage passes is always the best decision in life" He half-exasperated his words and almost moaned when Suho lights him up with his touch. His eyes briefly looked at the clock while his leg was pulling Suho closer by the waist, "Fifteen minutes top" He knew by then the crews would start looking for him, "Should I suck you off or you rail me by this dresser?" His fingers made themselves known around his lover's waistband. "You would love to see me taking you well in front of the mirror, right?"

[oraclemoontarot]

which k-pop idols match your vibe? 𓂃⊹ pac tarot reading

from left to right, top to bottom -> pile 1, pile 2, pile 3, pile 4

paid readings

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pile 1 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

cards pulled: three of swords, six of wands, star, strength, empress, six of swords, king of pentacles, queen of wands, ten of wands

can I just say, I love your vibe so much?? you are someone who is successful, strong, and optimistic no matter your struggles, challenges, or any heartbreak in which you have or do go through. you are someone who looks to the future with optimism and hope in which things will get better, there is this inner strength to you that is so empowering and inspirational to others. some may even wonder how you are able to have such a strong heart and mind despite what may lay in your path.

your energy is mixed with that of the empress and the king of pentacles. there is this grace, femininity, beauty, and love to you, yet there is also a grounded humbleness, security, maturity and wisdom. paired with something enamouring and eye-catching - it's a confidence that is fun, sociable, caring, and nurturing. you bring good vibes with you everywhere to the point it's contagious and people love and long for your company.

you don't let the past hold you back, you don't let it define you, it is simply what built your character, but it did not chain you or keep you from achieving what you want and that is truly a wonderful thing.

idols which give me your vibe: tbh the first idol who came to mind was iu simply because of her life experiences yet, despite all that, she still remains someone positive and dedicated. other idols include ─ renjun, taehyung, hwasa, taeyong, baekhyun, lisa, ningning

pile 2 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

cards pulled: moon, seven of cups, three of swords, two of cups, ace of cups, emperor, ace of pentacles, ten of cups, seven of pentacles

honestly, I was confused at first. it may be that you are someone who lives in their head a lot, maybe you daydream or envision how your life might be/go, there are a lot of fantasies, thoughts, dreams, feelings, it might be overwhelming or confusing. It may also be past feelings/experiences taking root in your mind, yet there is so much love and sensitivity to you. you feel things deeply and it may stem from your empathetic nature in which you may not often let show. Yet, because of this empathy, you are patient. you carefully and meticulously plan out your goals and take your time building the necessary steps to reach them, but this patience also surrounds those close to you.

you are like a protector and a mentor ─ someone who wants to be reliable and a strong pillar for others. you may want to provide as well, for your loved ones. Because of this, you may be good at making money or managing your finances. For you, what brings you true happiness and the feeling of contentment, is being close with your family and loved ones, making a house a home, and simply bringing people together.

idols which give me your vibe: you give me true leader energy, someone who may burry their worries but wants to be there for others and are extremely unselfish. therefore, idols that remind me of you are ─ suho, a mix of mark lee and taeyong, irene, hongjoong, bangchan

pile 3 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

cards pulled: emperor, lovers, king of swords, tower, queen of pentacles, nine of pentacles, fool, ace of swords, death

you are someone who protects and takes care of your loved ones without hesitation. you are strong and a great communicator, there's never awkward silences, misunderstandings, or moments in which you're unable to clearly express your thoughts. there is this intelligence to you, and yet a nurturing side, it reminds me of tough love and from a good place. you are grounded and humble, stable and mature.

you are someone who embraces change, constantly shifting, you may be an air sign? you are constantly growing and through all your achievements, you feel a sense of gratitude and you appreciate the rewards you reaped through your hard work and efforts. the reason as to why you may embrace change is because it feels like it may be your first life, or that's the impression people get when they think of you. you have this excitement, energy, and wonder in your eyes - always ready to experience something new, to get out of the house and interact with people. you may even have a sense of love and excitement when it comes to interacting with others, especially if the communication is challenging, fun, deep, and meaningful. you may even love to debate certain topics.

idols which give me your vibe: as I was writing this, I kept looking up at the photo for this pile, and you really do remind me of haechan, to a T. other idols include: chuu, baekhyun, jake, beomgyu, taehyung, eric from tbz, johnny, dahyun, chaeryeong

pile 4 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

cards pulled: three of wands, knight of swords, six of swords, nine of pentacles, ten of wands, page of cups, king of wands, page of wands, temperance

you are someone who previously let your past, your heart, and mind hold you back, but you have a newfound determination and drive and are taking the steps to move past that, if you haven't started already. it's as though you have said, 'enough is enough', and pulled yourself out of that void in search of creating something you know you would be proud of. you are grateful for those experiences, even if they initially might have hurt you or kept you in that mindset, because you know it has made you come out stronger and more eager to achieve your greatest wishes. you may also feel like it made you a far more interesting and multi-dimensional person.

Yet despite this eagerness, there's this childlike, sweet, and romantic side to you, kind of like a hopeless romantic, but in a cute and beautiful way. no matter how your experiences affected you, you still have so much love and light to give to this world, I feel so calm and happy while doing this reading for you, you are genuinely a one of a kind person, someone the world could do better having more of.

This sweetness also brings forth this passionate, energetic, enthusiastic and fun character. you enjoy the simplicities of life, you may even be a sentimental person with a lot of balance and empathy to you. you know when to take things seriously and when to simply have fun. there is this maturity to you that juxtaposes with your playfulness, and I think that with you embracing your silliness, your creativity, and your romantic nature without fear of judgment, is the most mature thing anyone can do ─ simply choosing to be your authentic self when everyone is like a mirror image of each other.

idols which give me your vibe: jaemin, jacob, jisung from nct, soul, hoshi, yeosang, taeyong, chenle, wooyoung, jisoo, lee know ─ just noticed a lot of these are infps lmaoo

[justwritedreams]

Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari  Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.

Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.

"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."

Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.

"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"

"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.

"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.

Y/N glared at him.

"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.

Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.

"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.

"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.

"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.

"It was only once."

"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."

"It was hot!"

"You can't even swim."

"I was going to float anyway."

"Your dress was white!"

"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.

She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.

And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.

"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"

"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.

"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.

That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.

But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.

When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.

She blinked a few times.

"Oh come on!"

"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."

"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.

It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.

However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.

"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.

And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.

"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.

"You guys really don't know me."

[...]

Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.

And then barking echoed through the room.

"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."

Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.

"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."

Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.

And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.

She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.

And it wasn't like she could deny his request.

She could never resist his wide smile.

Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.

Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.

After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.

She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.

She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.

'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'

Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.

She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.

She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.

However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.

All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.

Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.

But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.

In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.

Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.

"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."

Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.

However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.

And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.

She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.

It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.

Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.

She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.

Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.

After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.

"Admit it, you're innocent."

Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.

Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.

Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.

She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.

Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.

She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.

But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.

Maybe not that serious.

But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.

Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.

And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.

His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.

Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.

How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.

Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.

Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.

Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.

She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.

The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.

Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.

She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.

And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.

However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.

Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…

"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."

He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.

The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.

He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.

He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.

Naughty, was all he thought.

Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.

"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."

Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.

Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.

Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.

"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.

He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.

Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.

He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.

Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.

That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.

Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.

"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."

"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.

"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.

"Don't worry, tonight won't be."

[shadowynn]

| in love and lore | two |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: none really for this part, but overarching yandere behavior

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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a/n: i made very minor changes in the preview to update it, but none of them are significant enough to really warrant rereading, so you're good to just continue on here. thanks to all the love you showed on the preview, it gave me lots of inspiration to keep writing this story as well as give me the courage to put it out there for people other than myself to read. :)

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You awoke with a start, hands clasping at your throat. The ghost of his fangs sinking into the juncture between your neck and shoulder haunted you, followed by the rush of fire that had flooded your veins as they made impact. The flames had burned their way through your body, so terribly hot that you had thought you were actually burning from the inside out. And as the fire centered around your core, you had thought for sure you were dying, the searing heat threatening to consume you whole.

And then everything had gone dark.

Your eyes snapped open, breath heavy as the events replayed in your now conscious mind. You only managed to keep them open for a brief second, the midmorning sunlight that bathed your body nearly blinding you, and you were forced to close them until you managed to shield them. To your surprise, you found yourself back in the cot you had left the night before, directly inside the encampment’s infirmary. The blanket that had covered you was now tangled around your legs and damp with the sweat that coated your body.

The memory of the night before weighed heavily on your mind, and the familiar setting did little to calm your racing heart. The sharp sting of his fangs piercing your skin was still fresh, but when your fingers prodded against the spot he had bit, no sign of any wound appeared. The skin was smooth and unblemished, which was only unusual only in the fact you held no memory of healing it. In fact, you had little memory of anything that had happened after that moment, let alone how you ended up here. While you had a fairly solid grasp on the events that had occurred, everything had become slightly hazy in your mind, making you wonder if it had really happened or had just been a hyper realistic dream.

“y/n, what are you still doing in bed?”

You were brought back to reality at the voice calling out to you, but in your still groggy haze, you did little more than stare dumbly at the man now frowning at you from above your cot. It took a few seconds for you to recognize him as your superior, Suho. Whether it had all been a dream or not, you found yourself struggling to focus on the current events.

“What the hell happened to you?” Suho’s gaze lightened when he saw the state you were in. “You look awful, n/n.”

“I feel awful,” you replied, rubbing at the headache throbbing at your temples.

It wasn’t just your head. As you slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you began to become more aware of your current state as well. You felt shaky and unstable. Your head was pounding, and there was a strange sort of tightness inside your chest, directly between your breasts. This one wasn’t quite painful, more so just uncomfortable. It left you with a sort of emptiness, as though the fire that had raged through your body the night before had burned a very part of you away, leaving you hollow. You did your best to try and shake it off, but it was like an itch you couldn't scratch and strayed at the forefront of your mind.

“I wish I could say you could sleep it off, but we’re already in over our heads out here. Stock is running low and you’re the only one out here that can replenish it.” Suho’s gaze was sympathetic as he assessed you. “I’ll go see if we have any pep-up potions left while you get ready. Maybe that’ll help.”

You nodded, mumbling your gratitude as you did your best to detangle yourself from your blanket. As much as you wanted to roll over and sleep it off, you knew Suho was right. There wasn’t any time for that.

It took a few seconds for you to steady yourself, head rolling when you clambered to your feet. Once you were steady, you made your way over to the privacy screens to change your clothes and get ready for work. As you went, you did your best to sort out the events that had occurred, once again pondering the idea it had all been a dream. But as much as you wished it was just some crazy, fever dream, fueled by the rumors of the Black General you had heard from the soldiers, you knew that was just wishful thinking. The events may have grown hazy and half-forgotten, but the parts you did remember felt too real and poignant in your mind. You had been certain he was going to kill you, and yet, here you were. Not only still alive, but safely back at the encampment too. What he might have done to you or how you ended up back here was a complete mystery. And while a part of you was curious, you had no major inclination to figuring it out. After your brush with one of the Seven, you had a deep, burning desire to stay as far away from him and the other daemons as possible.

But even if you did want to figure it out, you didn’t have the time or the resources. Suho was right when he said the two of you were in over your heads in work. The pull out of Binna only added to the work you had on your plate already. Stocks needed to be gone through, supplies needed to be replenished, and soldiers still needed attended to. The majority of each of these falling on to you. As terrified and confused as you were at the moment, you simply didn’t have the time or energy to sit and figure it all out. You were at a loss when it came to what had happened to you - because something had definitely happened - but there was nothing you could do about it now. At least nothing that wouldn’t get you in more trouble than you already were. If word about what you had done last night got out, you would be dead without a second thought. The humans were already growing suspicious of your actions, the only thing keeping you safe was their obliviousness to the fact you were no longer partial to whom you saved. The best course of action would be to act like nothing had happened and just pray nothing else would come to you because of it.

And while the situation already left you feeling stressed and anxious, it was nothing compared to the following revelation you made as you changed.

You almost didn’t notice it at first.

In your rush to change your clothes, you hadn’t noticed the trace of gold lining your abdomen until you were fastening the clasp of your pants. Thinking it nothing more than a trace of sunlight peeking through one of the cracks, you paid it little mind as you made to grab your shirt, barely catching the way the gold followed your movements out of the corner of your eye. Confused, you tilted your head to get a closer look, running your fingers against your stomach, finally noticing the way it traced upwards along your chest.

The trace of gold was fashioned into the outline of a sword, the pommel starting at the top of your chest with the tip of the blade resting just above your belly button. The guard was composed of a pair of golden wings, outstretched just below your breasts with a crooked crown hanging around the hilt.

Any sort of peace you might have found that morning left as you quickly pieced the pattern together. The fear that had haunted you the night before returning in full force as you matched the symbol now etched upon your chest to the symbol of the daemon king himself.

You struggled to maintain your footing, having to grab hold of the bench beside you to keep yourself from falling as your brain attempted to process the situation. If you had thought you were in trouble before, it was nothing compared to the state you found yourself in now.

What had they done to you?

Your mind scrambled over the conversation you had with the Black General, trying hard to piece back together what he had said to you in the hopes of figuring out what he had done to you. He had asked what was to be done with you, mentioning something along the lines of wanting to return the favor of saving his life, but what sort of gratitude was a bit to the neck and a mark of the enemy? You had saved their men, saved one of the generals against your better judgment, and in return, they had all but branded you as a traitor to your own people. He had said he wanted to know who you were so they could keep you safe, but how the hell was this mark supposed to keep you safe? If anyone saw the symbol on your chest, you would be hanged in the gallows without a second thought.

It had to have all been a lie. Every promise of showing you no harm and keeping you safe had to have been nothing more than a gentle lie to lull you in and convince you to save him. They hadn’t really intended to do either of those things. They had just wanted to make sure you were someone on the enemy’s side to make sure you wouldn’t talk. The humans would be curious if you started spouting any of the information you had unwillingly obtained in the night, and if the mark didn’t seal your fate for you, the knowledge you had saved one of the Seven would.

“y/n, I laid the potion with the restock lists on your bed. Just go ahead and start brewing when you get out. I’ll take care of the rest for now.”

Once again Suho startled you from your thoughts, giving a slight knock on the screen beside you to notify you of his presence. You were thankful it was him and not any of the other human healers who had been sent out with you. Out of all the ones you had worked with before, Suho was the most lenient with you, and would be less likely to report you for any strange behavior. What he saw as nothing more than the culmination of exhaustion from being overworked, the others might have taken as a sign of suspicious activity.

“Thanks, Suho.” You quickly tugged your shirt on, making sure any and every trace of the mark was tucked and hidden away as you wrapped a belt around your waist. The mere sight of it was making you sick to your stomach, and though hiding it didn’t alleviate the stress if caused, it did help to ease your mind a bit. “I’ll get started on those right away.”

While the situation you had landed yourself in put you on high alert, you did your best to push away any thoughts on the matter away for now, putting your full body and mind into your work. It was easier done than you imagined it to be; the current status of the war giving you plenty to occupy your mind with. You had attended to the majority of the injured soldiers the night before, leaving you with plenty of brewing to do to restock the supplies. With Binna now a lost cause, all time and effort would be poured into defending the last two cities still standing under human control. The majority of the soldiers still alive at Binna would be moving to Yuchae to help defend it; its location putting it directly in between Binna and the capital. You, on the other hand, would be moving back to Maehwa in the upcoming days. None of the council members or higher officials would outwardly declare it, but your talent for potions and healing made you invaluable to them, and they were not willing to lose you in Yuchae. Instead, they would just run you dry over the next few days making potions to stock the city for as long as possible.

The amount of work they had stacked up for you was nearly impossible to achieve in the time you had, especially at the rate supplies had been coming in, but it did allow you some privacy for the time being. Unable to brew any of the potions on his own, Suho took over the rest of the responsibilities for the time being, allowing you to put all your time and focus into restocking supplies, and only ever bothering you every now and again when there was an injury he needed your help with or for a potion they had run out of..

Even if you had wanted to worry about what had happened to you or what the mark that now branded your chest meant, you didn’t have the time to. Your workload left you with barely any time to eat as it was. You were only able to sneak bites here and there, and you were so exhausted by the time nightfall came, you had fallen asleep almost as quickly as your head had hit the pillow.

It was only once your journey back to Maehwa had begun that you had the time to think once again. You had originally thought the forced break of traveling would help with your exhaustion, but you soon found yourself itching for work after the first few hours on horseback. With Suho and the soldiers riding near you silent, you were left with nothing more than your own thoughts to occupy yourself for the following days. None of which helped to calm you down. Even after two days of thinking it all through and trying to understand what might have happened, you were left just as confused as you were before. No matter which way you looked at the situation, you always came back to the same conclusion. You were in deep trouble, and if you weren’t careful over these next few weeks, you could very well get yourself killed.

When the walls of Maehwa came into view on the dawn of the third day, you were surprised to feel the wave of relief the sight caused. Under normal circumstances, you usually despised the city you had grown up in, its high walls and obstinate people leaving you feeling like a prisoner more often than not. But this time, you found yourself relaxing upon your entrance into the city. Your days in the encampment and on the road had left you feeling exposed more often than not, and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched. By whom or from where, you weren’t sure, but the way your chest thrummed throughout the day was beginning to make you paranoid. You weren’t sure what final scenario would be worse. The humans finding out about the brand on your chest, or the daemons deciding they had changed their minds and they didn’t actually want to let you go.

You were sent to work directly upon your arrival, the work left to you having piled up in your nearly two week absence. But just as before, you didn’t mind the work, needing something else besides daemons to occupy your mind for the time being. You might have felt physically refreshed after the journey back, but the weight in your chest had yet to alleviate, making you wonder if it was somehow tied to the golden mark. The idea had seemed ridiculous at first, chalking up the aching emptiness nothing more than a personification of the stress and anxiety building up inside you, but it had appeared with the mark and the way it had kept coming and going throughout the journey began to convince you otherwise. You might have been a half-daemon yourself, but you knew very little of the true extent of power that half of your lineage held. The daemons held their magic close to them, and little about it was known outside their people.

“y/n!” You were swiftly greeted by your elder sister when you entered the small house you shared with her and your brother. “You’re back!” Her face spread with relief as she smiled at you from the kitchen. Despite your continuous reassurances you were kept far away from the fighting, she still worried about you each time you were called away. Though you both knew this wasn’t what truly worried her, but rather the fact you kept sneaking out at night each time you went away. “How’d the new cloak work out for you?”

“It worked just as you had hoped it would,” you replied, hanging it next to the doorway as you slipped off your shoes. “I just may or may not have accidentally torn it when I was out one night.” You knew she would be frustrated at the news, it was a brand new cloak after all, but figured it would be best to tell her when her relief for having you back home was at its highest. “I know, I know, but it’s not all that bad. Just a few cuts around the neck.” You attempted to defend yourself at the exasperated look she sent in your direction at the news, but quickly realized your mistake when her eyes suddenly narrowed.

“And why, pray tell, did it get torn there?”

“It got caught on some branches…?”

You attempted a shrug and a sheepish smile, but neither one seemed to convince her. Her eyes were sharp and clear as she assessed you standing at the doorway and it was impossible for you to match her gaze for more than a few seconds. Your only saving grace was the sound of the door opening back up behind you as your brother returned home.

“n/n, you’re home!” Hyunwoo’s eyes lit up when he saw your figure before him and he didn’t bother with removing his shoes before pulling you in a tight embrace.

“Hey, Woo,” you replied, burying yourself in the familiar touch of your twin.

You hadn’t been gone but a few weeks this time around, but you were more relieved than ever to be back home. The familiar presence of your family filling you with a warmth you hadn’t felt since that night. It didn’t quite fill the hole that had haunted you since then, but their presence did help alleviate it a bit. For the first time in nearly a week, you found the fears and worries that had plagued you just a bit farther away.

“So, n/n, tell me. Were the rumors true?” Hyunwoo asked once Soomin had finished dinner and the three of you settled down at the table to eat. “Was there really a Black General leading the charge at Binna?”

You couldn’t keep your face from blanching at the question, nearly spitting out the bite you had just taken. For just a brief moment you had been able to forget what had happened that night, wrapped up in the familiar jests and groove of being back home. For just a moment you had forgotten the golden mark still gleaming against your chest. But one mention of the man who had turned your world upside down and it all came tumbling back in full force.

“God, really?” Able to read you like a book, Hyunwoo was easily able to take your reaction as confirmation to his question. “I guess that means the other sightings they’ve been talking about are just as true.” His face fell as the realization of what her confirmation actually meant hit. “I would like to say that means they’re starting to get desperate, but I’d say it’s most likely the opposite. The war has dragged on for so long, they’re probably just eager for it to be over now that Yuchae’s all that’s left between us and them.”

“They’ve already started evacuating the city,” you replied, having only taken a few bites before losing your appetite to the direction the conversation had taken. “We made a short detour there on the way back. Most of the soldiers left from Binna were stationed there in preparation for an attack.”

“Do you think it will hold?”

“Perhaps for a few weeks, but…” you sighed, dropping the chopsticks you had been fiddling with in the meantime. Yuchae was a bit larger and more fortified than Binna had been, but you had seen the destruction of Binna with your own eyes. And they had accomplished that much damage in just a few days with only one of the Seven. “No one will outright say it, but it’s a mess out there. You should have seen Binna. Barely a shadow remains of it now, and that was only in a few days. This new king, he’s… different from his father. We could keep the daemons at bay before, but I fear his death was a blow to us rather than the victory we always thought it to be. In just a few years, he’s managed to obtain twice the land his father ever had. And with the rumors of the Seven becoming more frequent, I’m afraid this war will be ending sooner rather than later. And not in the way we would wish it to.”

“Shit,” Hyunwoo cursed, dropping his own chopsticks as the mood came to sour his own appetite.

Ever since the war had started to swing in the direction of the daemons, the council was strangely quiet when it came to the status of the war, not wanting to admit to their people how badly they had begun to lose. They still clung to the victory they had achieved nearly three years ago, when the former king was killed. If it wasn’t for the fact you often traveled outside Maehwa’s walls, you would have been oblivious to what was actually happening. But you had seen first hand the destruction this new king had obtained, and knew the council could only keep up the facade of a victory for so long. Yuchae was all that was left between you, and those walls would only hold for so long. Sooner or later, they would have to accept the truth.

“What do you think will happen?”

Our deaths.

“I don’t know,” you replied, unable to say the words that had immediately popped into your head at his question, but despite the pessimism the situation brought, your mind still went reeling back to the conversation you had had with the Black General.

He had claimed he wanted to know your identity in order to keep you safe from what was to come, but what exactly had he meant by that? While you had long come to doubt the promises from that night, perhaps their intentions had held some truth to them. Maybe he truly had wanted to return the favor and save your own life in return for saving his and the mark had been put in place to keep them from killing you when the inevitable came and Maehwa was attacked. But even if that was true, which you doubted, he was playing a dangerous game. If any of the humans found out about it or just what you had done before the war was over, well, you would be dead before they could think to return the favor. They weren’t the only ones they had to protect you from. The humans could be just as deadly when it came to your life.

“Well, there’s no use in worrying about something that isn’t set in stone. They haven’t won the war yet,” Soomin spoke up in an attempt to alleviate the dark mood that had overtaken their joyful reunion, but you could see your words had affected her just as much as Hyunwoo. “What concerns me the most at the moment is how y/n knew one of the Seven was in Binna.”

“Soldiers talk, Minnie.” You attempted to dodge the question, hating the way her eyes bore into you once more, especially with the way you struggled to hide the way your body betrayed you each time he was mentioned. And this time, there was no Hyunwoo to come in and distract her, who seemed just as keen to hear your explanation as she did. “Rumors were flying around the infirmary and it was just too many coincidences for me to not think they might be true.”

“And yet, despite this knowledge, you still decided to go out and wander the streets at night?”

“I had to! They were going to just leave them there! I couldn’t just let them abandon their own men, not after they risked their lives trying to take back a city the council was well aware was already lost.” You attempted to defend your actions, but even you knew she was right. You had known how risky it was going out at night, and yet, you had still gone. And if you had known what was going to happen to you, you would have never left your bed, dying soldiers or not. “And does it really matter, anyways? I made it back in one piece, didn’t I?”

“What happened out there?”

“What makes you think something happened, Min?” But it was obvious she had long since seen past the charade you had attempted to keep up, her pushiness to get you to talk was starting to choke you up.

“Out of all the nights you’ve gone out, I’ve never seen you like this upon your return. Not even after that first night, n/n. That means something happened out there, something that has you scared.” Soomin’s eyes lightened as she spoke, reaching across the table to take hold of your hands that had unknowingly started to shake.

“I ran into the Black General.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, the want to bear the truth and release the weight it held on you overcoming you in that moment. You couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. You needed to get it out. “Or rather, his men took me to him.”

“Holy shit, y/n.” Hyunwoo was the first to respond, eyes wide at the sudden revelation you had just dropped on them. Whatever they had been expecting, it hadn’t been this. “How the hell did you get away?”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly dragged there against my wishes. I may or may not have gone willingly, but I would have never agreed to go with them if I had known the one they wanted me to save was one of the Seven.”

“He was injured?”

“You might be happy to learn your newest creation was indeed a success, Woo. A weapon powerful enough to take down a Black General, himself.” You sighed, now realizing how stupid you had been that night now that you were forced to relive it. Even without knowing it was one of the Seven you had been sought out to heal, you should have never gone with them to their hideout. That was just asking for trouble and you knew it. “Or at least, it would have been if I hadn’t stepped in and saved him from it before it was too late.”

“You healed a Black General?” Soomin’s eyes had also grown large, the shock of the situation and fear for your own wellbeing overtaking any need she might have felt to chastise you for your actions. “My god, y/n, what the hell were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all?”

“I know, I know, but what was I supposed to do, Min? Just let him die?” At the resounding yes that followed your question, you couldn’t help but cringe. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe I should have just let him die, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m not a killer, and I would have had to live with his blood on my hands for the rest of my life if I had just turned my back and left him there. And even if it wasn’t for the guilt I would have felt, who’s to say they would have even let me go if I had refused? They might have just held me prisoner or threatened my own life if I had.”

“She’s got a point, Min. As stupid as it may have been, she probably made the right choice. Who knows what they would have done to her if she had refused to help them.” Hyunwoo replied, sinking back in his chair. “But none of this explains how you got away. There’s no way they would just let you go after that, especially if they knew about your ability. If they were smart, they would have kept you and used you for themselves.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, Hyunwoo’s question one of the same ones you had been asking yourself for days now. “I’m not quite sure how I got away. I think they may have just let me go, but everything’s become sort of hazy now.” Your fingers rubbed at your temples, another headache beginning to bloom as you forced yourself to try and remember what had happened that night. “The last thing I remember is his fangs on my neck. I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but then I was back at the infirmary the following morning as though nothing had even happened. If it wasn’t for the mark on my chest, I would almost believe it had been nothing more than a bad-”

“Wait,” Soomin interrupted. “Mark? What mark?”

“I don’t know how or why, but somehow I’ve been marked with the daemon king’s sigil and nothing I’ve tried has gotten rid of it.” Your fingers fiddled with the belt around your waist before flipping up the bottom of your shirt and exposing the portion of the mark that resided beneath your breasts.

Hyunwoo cursed once more, brown eyes wandering across the gold shining in the lamp light.

“God, if anyone finds out about this, n/n.”

“You don’t think I know that, Min?” You let go of your shirt, burying your head in your hands as the situation you had landed yourself in hit you full force once again. You had thought telling them would help alleviate some of the weight, but now you realized all you had succeeded in doing was pulling them in it with you. “If anyone finds out about it or what happened that night, I’m dead. They’ll hang me at the gallows with the other prisoners of war.”

Your hands unconsciously went to your neck, wondering what it would feel like. Would your death be merciful and end with a quick snap of your neck or would you be forced to hang there for minutes until you finally choked to death.

“And you don’t know why they did this or what it might mean?”

“I’ve been asking myself those same questions for days now, but I still can’t explain any of it.” You shook your head, forcing your hands back at your side. “The general said they had heard about what I had been doing these past few years and that my kindness towards them would not be forgotten. He mentioned something about wanting to save me from what’s to come, but if that was true, why did he attack me in the end? Why did he brand me with a mark that would only kill me if anyone were to see it.”

You paused, trying your hardest to fight the emotions swirling inside you. You had done your best to push them aside the past week, burying yourself in your work instead, but you had known that would only work for so long. Sooner of later you would have to come to terms with the mess you had gotten yourself into. Sooner or later you had to come to terms with the fact you may or may not have signed your own death sentence that night. For it the humans didn’t hang you as a traitor, the daemons might very well simply kill you for your mere existence when the war was eventually lost.

The reality of your death was beginning to close down around you, nearly as suffocating as the noose they would wrap around your neck.

Was this what the soldiers felt like before you found them? But unlike them, no one would be coming to your rescue.

Don’t worry, angel. We won’t let anything happen to you. Anyone who so much as touches you will face the full wrath of the daemon king.

“Did you hear that?”

You jumped at the voice that rang inside your head, unsure if you had just imagined it or not. It hadn’t been either of your siblings, having sounded like it had originated inside your mind instead. Which was absolutely insane and you knew it, but even if it hadn’t been, the voice was foreign and unfamiliar. It hadn’t been either of your siblings.

“Hear what?” Hyunwoo asked, eyeing you closely.

“I… I thought.”

Your words trailed off, waiting to see if you would hear it again, but everything was silent. Had you just imagined it? You must have, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you hadn’t. The words rang through your head, repeating themselves. They hadn’t been your own. You hadn’t said them, let alone have thought them, and yet they had run through your head as clearly as though someone had spoken them out loud.

But if it wasn’t you, then who?

And though you knew the answer to your question long before you even asked yourself it, you couldn’t stop the new wave of terror that flew through you. It didn’t matter that the words had seemed to come through with the intention of comforting you, the thought of them doing something else to you once again hitting you full force.

“y/n, are you okay?” Soomin spoke once more, reaching for your hands.

No, you weren’t okay. You were the farthest from okay that you could possibly be. But you couldn’t tell them that. They were worried enough as it was, you couldn’t stand to worry them anymore.

“I- I’m fine. I think it’s just my exhaustion catching up on me. Between the daemons and work, I haven’t really slept much this past week.”

Sure, you were exhausted, but this wasn’t your exhaustion coming through. The voice had been real, and nothing about it had been comforting. Were they spying on you? Was this what the mark had been for? As a way to use you as a vessel for them to spy on the human forces?

The thought left you shivering, more afraid by the thought of them reading your mind or using you as an unwilling spy than the words that had been spoken or the threat that had been placed against anyone who threatened your life.

“Why don’t you go get some rest, then?” Soomin’s eyes were soft when she squeezed your hands. “I know that’s easier said than done, but try not to worry about what happened too much, will you? We’ll figure this out together, okay? I’ll start experimenting in my free time and see if I can’t come up with a rune that’ll hide the mark for the time being. But for now, you are home and you are safe, and that’s what truly matters.”

You nodded, giving her hand a slight squeeze in return before following through with her suggestion and heading to their shared bedroom to sleep.

It took a while, the amount of thoughts going through your mind combined with the hushed whispers your siblings thought you couldn’t hear making it difficult to actually fall asleep. Your ears caught on to each of their words, straining to hear what they were saying in your absence and how they truly felt about the situation you had landed yourself in.

They were scared for you. Not only were they scared for your well-being and safety, but for your mental state as well. Your current state could be brushed aside for exhaustion now, but they knew you and they knew how much it was weighing on you and how badly you would tear yourself up because of it. It all made worse from the fact that there was very little they could do for you.

Their fears weighed on you, adding to your own, and you curled yourself up into a tight ball to try and alleviate some of the shame and disappointment you felt at dragging them into this mess with you. If your mistake ended up killing you, then so be it. You could live with that. But you couldn’t live with it if it hurt either of your siblings. You didn’t know what you would do if your mistakes got either of your siblings killed.

You laid awake for hours into the night, mind still reeling far past the time Soomin joined you in bed. But eventually, your exhaustion finally caught up with you fully, and no matter how much your mind reeled, you found yourself struggling to focus on the thoughts running through your head. And eventually, you found yourself slowly sinking into unconsciousness, the fears that had haunted you for weeks finally slipping away, if only for a brief moment.

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The Greatest ... Surprise

'I'm screwed.'

His assignment was due in an hour and he couldn't find it. 

As he searches through the seventh stack of papers when he finds a notebook with a cover illustration of a blue haired young man in a heroic pose. The title reads "Knight of Blood and Iron." 

Wait a second … Suho opens it and begins reading. The pages are filled with dramatic and over-the-top fantasy scenarios where the blue haired protagonist is depicted as a legendary knight, complete with elaborate battles and heroic deeds.

As Suho reads, he realizes that he’d actually seen this online before, and it dawns on him that the main character's name is Javier. He stared at the pages in total shock … it can't be. He can't help but chuckle a little at the prospect of it actually being about THAT Javier.

Just then, Lloyd walks in. He freezes when he sees Suho with the notebook and eyes go wide.

Lloyd bursts “The fuck you doing with my stuff! T-thats not for people to look at!.” he swats the notebook away. He looked just a little scared but mostly shocked, just like suho.

 “You know, I’ve read something almost exactly like this online before. I didn’t realize it was your work.” Suho said as he stared at Lloyd. 

Lloyd’s embarrassment intensifies, he crouches and tries to bury his face in his hands. His eyes are wide and every inch of his skin from his face, ears and even hands are so beat red they are almost purple. 

Suho was incredulous “YOU … wrote a FANFICTION …. of your BODYGUARD?????”

Lloyd struggles to find words but nothing comes to him. 

‘I’m FUCKED.’

[grandwretch]

I really love how different Suho is from his dad; it makes it even clearer that the original was a serious depiction of trauma as opposed to just being edgy as possible. I always knew that, but I know a lot of critique of Solo Levelling was about Jin Woo being more of a power fantasy than a character.

Suho is nothing like his dad, even though they look alike. He's more reckless, less slow to anger, and he respects human life very deeply. But, you know, he's also not raising a sibling while paying for his mother's treatment. He hasn't been betrayed, or seen dozens die in front of him. It's fascinating to see the difference in how he accepts his powers. I wonder how his trauma around being abandoned, both (unwillingly) by his parents and society will inform his journey. Also his art skills? Jin Woo never had a marketable skill outside of hunting, so I would love to see Suho's art play an important role in the narrative.

Maybe that has something to do with the way he can change a shadow's form more casually than his dad could?

[junkobato]

Upcoming Kdrama August 2023 ❤️

4/8: My Dearest with Nam Goong Min, Ahn Eun Jin, Lee Hak Joo. 20 episodes; historical, romance. trailer

4/8: First Responders 2 with Kim Rae Won, Son Ho Joom, Gong Seung Yun. 12 episodes; action, drama. trailer

9/8: Moving with Han Hyo Joo, Jo In Sung, Go Yoon Jung. 20 episodes; action, supernatural. trailer

10/8: The Killing Vote with Lim Ji Yeon, Park Hae Jin, Park Sung Woong. 12 episodes; thriller, mystery, horror. trailer

12/8: Behind Your Touch with Han Ji Min, Lee Min Ki, Suho. 16 episodes; rom-com, supernatural. trailer

18/8: Mask Girl with Go Hyun Jung, Nana, Ahn Jae Hong. 7 episodes; thriller, comedy. trailer

21/8: My Lovely Boxer with Lee Sang Yeop, Kim So Hye, Kim Jin Woo. 12 episodes; youth, sports. trailer

23/8: Destined With You with Jo Bo Ah, Ro Woon, Ha Joon. 16 episodes; law, romance, fantasy. trailer

Just in time for my summer holidays 😅😅

Planning to watch at least 5 from these... What about you? ☺️

[babyspacebatclone]

Ok, why did no one tell me about The Greatest Estate Developer?????

Joking, of course, the Webtoon is far from underground, my own complete fault.

But don’t make my mistake!!!!

Read! This!!!

This is the funniest, most clever, and jaw dropping take on the isekai genre ever.

Ever.

I present… Our hero!!!

Guy’s 99% on the side of good, I swear!

…..

After all, if the necromancers win, he won’t get money!! 😢

(Context: The protag at his brother’s wedding. He’s…. We’ll say “pleased with himself” because he thinks this marriage will finally get the Empress off his back about being a functional god at building stuff.)

(He’s wrong. 😊)

Anyway….

How can a guy take over the world… ‘s gold reserves with just an encyclopedic knowledge of engineering, an rpg skill system, a snarky intelligent user interface, Pokemon, and the overpowered main character of a fantasy novel called “Knight of Iron and Blood”?

…..

Ok, I promise, he still has to earn everything but the Pokemon.

🥰

Anyway….

My favorite bit is how the English Webtoon comments quickly embraced the concept of the “Cult of the Shovel” early into the series’ two year run.

Which must have also occurred in the og Korean comments, because in ep 99…

Anyway…

Convert to the Power of the Almighty Shovel!

And red sunflower seeds, those help too!

(warning: the series will occasionally hit you with legitimate heart stabbing moments re: the protag’s previous life. keep a box of tissues handy just in case.)

And remember!

You’re stuck with him for life!

😊

[chanyeolsbiggestfangirl]

Synopsis:-  Born and raised in a seafaring community inhabiting a small island away from mainland, you’ve always heard legends whispered on those starry nights around the housefires, legends about the formidable creatures out there in the world. You always passed them on as mere stories told to the children by their law abiding parents, fearful of the wrath of the beings shrouded in myth and mystery. When your ship is tossed by the vengeful waves of the sea and you’re on the verge of dying, the myth you never bothered to believe in, saves you. But you’re almost sure that there’s more to the mysterious, handsome male and the more you spend your time with him, the more you want to push away those doubts. Sparks turn into flame, all the while a sinister shadow gathers at the horizon. What happens now? 

Pairing:- Merman! Suho X Female Reader

Type:- Oneshot?

Genre:- Smut, Fantasy, EXO Planet AU, World Building AU. 

COMING SOON

[sunflowercider]

Speaking of getting used to new worlds, here's a handful of dumb things I think about when I think about Suho!Lloyd getting used to being in Lorasia:

There's no plumbing in your faux fantasy medieval world buddy. I imagine he stares grimly at the room's chamberpot the first day, and he tries not to think about the servants handling it other than making sure to compensate them WELL

Another no plumbing thing - no showers in Lorasia. Lloyd probably has no problem taking only baths for the rest of his life, but feels for the servants who have to draw up the water for him and then heat it up. When he learns how to make ice with the orcs I bet he immediately realizes he could also heat up his own water now too. One less task to make the servants do.

The novel actually briefly touches on this a few times but everything being horse powered mustve taking some getting used to. For one, everything is MUCH slower. It takes 15 days to get to Cremo, the city that used to technically preside over the Frontera barony. Lloyd loves getting things done quickly (though safely) so I bet he was pulling his hair out when he first realized that 30 miles would take a full day of travel. Additionally, it's much bumpier. Whether you're on a horse or in a carriage, there's not much cushioning.

It's much much quieter in Lorasia than Seoul. There's no cars or planes going by, there are far less people, and there's no background hum of electricity. I once drove across the US and pulled over in field in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. The silence was startling, but then became very soothing. And I grew up somewhere far smaller than Seoul. I imagine it probably felt the same for Lloyd - weird, then really nice.

Wanna work late? No electricity dude. You know our chronic all-nighter Lloyd would be SO irritated working by candlelight. Yall, candles are not that bright.

It wouldn't be difficult, but I bet it was odd getting used to the clothing. I don't mean the style, I mean that things like elastic and zippers would not be a thing. His pants are probably laced or buttoned together, tailored exactly to his size or with a belt. His shirt has those strings for the Style, but also because that's how you tighten the collar to fit. The underwear, my friends, is probably old school long undies.

Lloyd canonically misses the internet. Fair dude.

Thank goodness Lloyd gets a Title preventing anyone in Frontera from catching disease because I imagine the medicine in Lorasia at the time is. Bad. -thinks about cpsm-

Music is strictly live. No helpful tunes to listen to while you work - if you want music, you need to ask another human to play it for you. Lloyd can't sing worth a damn obviously, but he canonically hums quite a lot when he's pleased or working, so I bet he's a bit bummed there's nothing to hum along with.

I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting, but I just love thinking about the small ways that life is completely different for him, good and bad.

[lloydfrontera]

just picturing a suho who inexplicably recalled his past life staring at the ceiling of the gosiwon trying to figure out more ways to get out of debt when suddenly he is isekai'd back into the middle of tkbi bc of a necromancer that tried to revive lloyd to traumatize javier. (yes this is based on that one plot you were sent once.) dude's in the middle of his second life and STILL can't get away from javier and his old life lmao.

about this

oh that would be a bad time for everyone lmao

although tbh i don't think it would change suho's perspective on things too much, he'd mostly think to himself a few more "god i was such a shithead before wasn't i" because. he was. and being able to look at his actions from the outsider perspective a whole new set of memories of a different life gave him would put into perspective just how much he messed up in his first life.

if anything now that he has all the memories of how he bullied javier as children he can also properly acknowledge how loyal javier was for not dumping his ass the moment arcos died, instead staying with him till the end. he would think javier is an idiot for that but a loyal one, so he can give him that.

i guess i can also see him being bitter that he was pulled from a bad situation to a worse one that he'd already left once before (even if he had to die to do it) but suho's pretty practical, unlike his past self who just,,,, wasn't satisfied with his situation and took it out on everyone, he is now way more proactive and willing to work hard to make things better. i mean he went against fate itself to protect what was his, what's a few fantasy novel villains compared to that right?

[fuckyeahjoonmyun]

[INFO] SUHO is currently considering a new drama titled “Reborn” ( Screenwriter Han Ah Reum/Director Lee Dong Yoon)

'Reborn' is a fantasy crime thriller drama about a man who can see the past lives of others. Byun Yohan and Esom have confirmed their appearance earlier. Source

[mybiasisexo]

Numbers 58 & 69 with Junmyeon and Yixing

Together 🪞

Genre: angst | fluff Pairing: Suho x f.Reader x Yixing Length: 1.2k Warnings: Poly relationship

a/n: so... im changing the format for these things again 🙄. who knows i might change em again. im a libra, sue me 😂. also you said AND so i assumed that meant you were letting me live my poly fantasy. so thank you for thaaat!!!! enjoyyyy

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

“Nervous?”

A pair of hands cup your hips, a chin rests on your shoulder.

You shiver from the contact.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask breathlessly. You try not to fidget with the expensive sweater hanging off your frame.

A sweet smile. “Everything about you is obvious to me. I know you.”

You meet tender brown eyes in the floor length mirror you’re standing in front of. You can’t help but smile back.

“That you do, Junmyeon.”

You both get lost in each other’s gazes. It’s easy to do. Your boyfriend is beyond handsome and the love that he holds for you is always grounding and reassuring.

“Are we ready?” Another softly spoken male's voice wafts into the room from the hall. Junmyeon and you both turn towards the sound, being met with the man as he enters the room seconds later. He stops at the threshold as he spots you both pressed together. He leans against the doorframe, biting his full lower lip, a satisfied moan leaving his throat that doesn’t fail to make your knees a little weak.

“Or maybe we aren’t?” he asks, catching your eye. His own sparkle dangerously, but are playful.

“Yixing!” You groan, knowing the game he’s playing. Now is not the time. But, you guess, this is his way of distracting you from your rising panic.

A pleased smile graces his lips at the way you say the syllables of his name, and he saunters his way over to you. He’s draped in black and leather—his signature look—and pulls your face away from the mirror, to face him instead. Junmyeon still rests his chin on the shoulder now in between you, so he moves over to rest on your opposite one, giving you two space.

Yixing leans down, brushing your noses. “What’s the matter, Dear?”

“I….” You take in his patient expression. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet… to tell everyone. To tell my family.”

He lets out a long breath, Junmyeon behind you squeezes you gently.

“We talked about this.” Yixing’s tone is a caress as he brushes his fingers through your hair.

“I know,” you nearly choke out. “But, you don’t know them. They’re so judgmental and…they wouldn’t understand.”

The two share a glance over your head that you’re too preoccupied to catch.

Yixing takes your face in his hands, holding you steady. “I won’t let you get hurt. Neither will Junmyeon. Plus, we’re big boys, we can handle any animosity thrown our way. All that matters at the end of the night is that you love us.”

“And we love you,” Junmyeon adds, squeezing you again.

“I know,” you say. “I know. But, maybe, just for tonight… we can tell them we’re just friends?”

The silence is deafening.

You regret the suggestion as soon as it’s out of your mouth. Especially seeing the flash of hurt that crosses over Yixing’s soft features.

His hands leave you, hanging limply at his sides.

Junmyeon, ever the pleaser, says, “if that’s what you want.”

“And are both of us playing the role of ‘friend’, or are you going to choose one of us to remain the boyfriend?” Yixing asks.

You deserve that.

His mood drops more. “You’ve been with Myeon longer, and he’s a parent’s wet dream. So, just go with him. I’ll stay home. Problem solved.”

“Yixing—”

He storms out of the room.

Behind you, Junmyeon sighs, finally pulling away. You feel your teeth start to chatter.

“I’ve made things worse,” you push through the clacking.

He shakes his head. “No, you haven’t, Love. This is still new for all of us. We’ve never been in a relationship like this. It’s understandable to be scared. Hell, I haven’t told my parents yet, either.”

“But we made that choice when we all decided to be together, as the three of us. If I were to choose….” It would hurt the other one. You didn’t love either one of them any more or less than the other, even with Yixing coming into the relationship a little later.

The three of you have been best friends since you were in your late teens, working at a rundown fast food restaurant. The chemistry and connection between you all had been instant. And even though it always felt like there was more brewing under the surface, you all played it cool, not wanting to ruin what you had.

That was until after graduating college, when Junmyeon decided that he indeed wanted to ruin it. He confessed to you, and the excitement and relief you had felt had you saying yes without any hesitation. But, despite being happy with him, it still felt like something was off, like something was missing.

And then one day, Yixing was third wheeling with you. He had never made a comment about your relationship, accepting it without complaint. Little did you know how much he was breaking, watching the two of you fall in love. That night the three of you had gotten drunk and one thing lead to another. Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed, butt ass naked with them on either side of you, just as naked. Once you all awoke, it was awkward. Yixing had tried to leave, but Junmyeon was adamant on him staying, and that’s when you realized that they were in love with each other. That you were in love with Yixing, and that they were both also in love with you.

It’s been over a year since that night, and you haven’t felt more fulfilled. But, being in a poly relationship isn’t easy. The stares—oh god, the stares—and the judgement from both strangers and friends…. It’s been a lot. And now you are going to reveal this secret to your family, who are super conservative. It’s not going to end well, you already know.

Junmyeon’s now the one to cup your cheeks. “You don’t have to choose. Like Yixing said, we’re in this together. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you. If they have a problem with us, we’ll leave. Simple.”

That’s one thing you loved about Myeon. Everything was simple to him. The way he loves is simple, the way he thinks is simple. It is the perfect balance for the constant chaos in your head.

“Okay,” you agree. “Let me apologize to Xing and then we can go. We’re already late.”

He kisses you briefly before letting you go and you head to the living room, where Yixing sits, scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“Yixing. Baby….” He lifts his eyes to you and yours immediately water, filling with guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant in this relationship. We’re more than just friends, you know that. I love you. You’re my boyfriend, and I don’t want to introduce you as anything else. No matter how terrifying it is.”

He’s smoothly on his feet, giving you a kiss too passionate to ever be just friendly.

“I love you,” he reveals in a rasp. “We’re going to get through tonight.”

“Together,” Junmyeon says from behind you before throwing his arms around you both.

“Together,” you agree with a sniff, laughing breathlessly as the two of them start kissing your face.

Your nerves go away as you’re wrapped in their love. Together. Together the three of you can face anything—anyone. You aren’t going to let anyone take that away from you.