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Summary: reader is staying at the beach house one summer and sprains her ankle running on the beach. Conrad is a sweeeeetie and takes care of her, making reader wonder if she should give him a second chance.
(reader is kinda like a Belly insert ish but she broke up with Conrad at the prom and DID NOT start dating Jere).
Warnings: not much, just fluff. A bit of a description of a sprained ankle. Jere is mentioned but they do NOT have a romantic relationship, just friends. I used a lil bit of y/n in this one.
A/N: I cannot stop thinking about domestic Conrad and I wish we got more moments where he and Belly were both on the same page. He is such an acts of service man and I feel like we always saw Belly trying to pull away or avoid them. Inspired by the Last Christmas episode :)
Let me know if you have ideas for other lil moments hehe
You wake up early in the morning, the soft light creeping in through the crack in your curtains. Beside you, the bed is empty, except for a small note, left on the pillow.
With one eye still closed, you take hold of the note and read it through one squinting eye:
Going for a run before pilates. Catch you at the pool later!
Taylor xoxo
Ew, you think. What a psycho.
You roll back over, hoping to fall back asleep for a few hours, but you feel a sharp twinge in your ankle when your leg twists in the sheets. Oh, shit. You remember running on the beach last night after leaving the bonfire. You, Taylor, and a few of the other girls had been dancing together to some quiet music playing out of someone's phone. You do remember twisting your ankle, and it had hurt a little bit on the walk home later, but you didn't think it was too bad.
You sigh, and try to fall asleep again. You'll deal with the ankle later. You stare at the ceiling for a while, but sleep won't come, and every time you turn, you feel the pull in your ankle.
You sit up in bed, and pull aside the covers to take a look, but you quickly cover it again once you catch sight of it. Purple, swollen. Maybe it's from moving, or maybe it's in your head just because you saw it, but it feels like it's throbbing now. You sprained your ankle a few years ago playing softball, and you try to remember what that felt like. Is this the same? It's hard to tell.
You lie back in the bed and try to think. You definitely need to take some Ibuprofen, but you're not sure if you can stand on your foot. Your mother is out of town for her book tour, and Steven, Jeremiah, and Conrad are on a fishing trip they've planned for ages. You're home alone, and Taylor always runs with Do Not Disturb on because she doesn't want anyone "ruining her flow".
You lie there for a while, trying to hype yourself up to walk on it, when you hear someone walking around on the main floor. A little unsettling, because you're pretty sure nobody else should be here, but you take the chance:
"Hello?" you call out, loud and clear.
"Y/N?" Conrad's voice calls out in response.
Relief washes over you. There is not one person you would have been happier to hear in this moment than Mr. Med Student himself. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, preparing for the oncoming embarrassment.
"Conrad," you call, trying and failing to be cool and calm, "can you come here?"
You hear him taking the steps two at a time, hurrying. When his face appears in the door, you see his pure concern for only a moment before a hint of amusement creeps in, the corners of his mouth curling just a touch.
"Can you get me some Ibuprofen?" you mumble, voice sad and small.
He chuckles, "that kinda night, huh? You want a Gatorade too? I think we have a few."
You groan, "I'm not hungover, asshole. I .... hurt my ankle."
His amusement falters, and he takes a step into the room.
"Can I see it?" he is frozen in place, waiting for an answer before he moves any further.
You quietly and carefully move the blanket again, trying not to look at it. You focus on Conrad's face, focusing on keeping your breathing slow and even.
His face falls, and he crosses the room quickly, reaching a hand out, but not yet touching.
"Y/N ... this looks really bad. Can I touch it?"
You nod silently, not breaking his gaze.
He gingerly presses two fingers to the swollen spot, watching your face for your response. He carefully takes your ankle in his hands and turns it, freezing when you flinch in pain.
"I think it's sprained. I'll be right back." He stands abruptly and hurries out of the room. He returns with a water bottle, an ice pack, and a towel, placing it all on the bed beside you. He hands you the water bottle and a bottle of Ibuprofen from his pocket, and gets to work laying out the towel under your ankle and wrapping the fancy ice pack around it. He's careful to nudge as little as possible, intensely watching your face for signs of pain.
"I imagine you sprained it pretty late in the night," he comments, after a long silence, "so we're going to do ice now, and then we'll switch to heat later today. Are you hungry?"
"I thought you were supposed to be fishing." you remark.
"I was," he explains, "but my flight back from the conference got delayed, so I told them to go without me. We'll go again later this summer."
"I'm sorry." you tell him, not sure what else to say.
He shrugs, and asks again, "Are you hungry?"
You picture him, coming in this morning off of his delayed flight, tired and sore after maybe sleeping at the airport, disappointed about missing his trip, just to flit around the house grabbing things for you, even cooking. The thought makes your heart ache.
"If you could just grab me some pop tarts or something."
He rolls his eyes, and you wonder how much trouble this whole thing is going to be. "I'll be back," he reassures you, slipping out of the room. He pops his head back in, a smirk on his face. "Don't go anywhere!" he says quickly before disappearing again, laughing lightly.
He returns with a tray, and you're relieved to see nothing that takes an unreasonable effort. A dirt bomb, some fruit, and a huge mug of coffee, which you reach for immediately. He sits gently on the end of the bed, watching you carefully. After what feels like an eternity, he clears his throat to ask "Can I get you anything else?"
You want to say no, but you pause, worried that when you do, he'll leave you to yourself. You rack your brain for an excuse to ask him to stay...
"Could you pass me my book, from the dresser?"
"Are you sure you can read in this state?" He grins as he takes the book from your dresser, flipping it open to a random page and scanning it, "Or do you need me to read to you?"
Heat creeps up your neck, and your face feels hot. You hadn't considered that he'd open up the book, and you're instantly embarrassed by whatever he is so captivated by right now.
"Y/N," he teases, placing a hand to his chest, clutching imaginary pearls, "is this a smutty beach romance?"
You grab a pillow and place it over your face, groaning into it, and you can hear him laughing before he clears his throat and says "Don't be embarrassed, I'm just kidding, you're allowed to like whatever books you want."
You peek out at him, his crooked smile sparkling back at you.
You smile back, and you wish you could take a picture of this moment. It hasn't been like this in so long, just the two of you, the teasing, the openness.
For a few years now, it's been stolen glances across the room, nothing more. A handful of words, exchanged when necessary. You'd both said hurtful things, but you'd been the one to walk away, after that fight at the prom. He'd let you walk away though, of course. You always remind yourself of that.
You're brought back to reality by his voice, even and careful, saying your name. Not a question, but more of an introduction. The question will come next, and you brace for it.
"What would you like to do today?"
"What?"
"Would you like to be left alone to read? Would you like me to sit here with you? Would you like to go downstairs and watch cartoons while I finish fixing the baseboards? Would you like to sit beside the pool? It's a beautiful morning."
"The pool would be nice," you admit, "but I can't go down the stairs."
"I'll carry you."
"No way, I'm way too heavy for you."
"Please, I'm going to carry you down." he insists, eyes boring into yours, quietly begging you to let me help you.
You know that if you refuse again, he'll relent. His shoulders will fall, and he'll waltz out of the room. The thought ties your stomach in knots.
You nod slowly, and he bends down to scoop you up off the bed, one arm under your knees, and the other across your back. You reach up and wrap your arms around him, electricity sparkling through every place that your bodies touch.
A whole day together, alone, spans in front of you, and you can't help but smile.
So, yes and no :'D Sporeclan is from before the update that let you search for missing cats dropped, so I played on a version without that feature up until abooout... moon 28?
Since moon 28, though, I HAVE consistently searched for him every other moon! (A rule I made for myself after a bit of testing because searching every moon felt a little too busted) So rest assured, there's still a chance for him to return!
Thank you so much!! :D
See, the true secret to how I do rosettes so well is that I was a 2000's kid and cheetah print was suuuuper trendy when I was little... so I taught myself how to paint cheetah print on my nails. And now, 15 years later, I use that exact same method to draw rosettes patterns on my clangen cats :'D Here's a handy-dandy little chart I made so you guys can try 'em out too!
My other secret is that I just find drawing complex patterns very satisfying to do, it's just how my brain is wired lol
Right now I'm at moon 48, so that would be around 13 moons ahead of the most recent page!
I've mentioned before that I usually play around 6-12-ish moons ahead of the latest page because in the beginning, it was a benefit to be able to get a few extra chunks of new drama once in a while to get myself really invested in the characters... But I'm already deeply attached to these characters now, and I've realised I now get extremely anxious to open the game in case all my setup gets immediately ruined by a random wipeout event :'D So I'm working on getting a bigger backlog in the future!
For action poses specifically, not really, unfortunately;;; I just kinda wing it and hope for the best :'D Your best bet is to look up references and go from there
I use Clip Studio Paint! It's unfortunately neither free nor cheap, but it is pretty dang good in my opinion!
As for tips on how to get better at drawing digitally, unfortunately all I can tell you to do is practice. I'm really not all that good at articulating my process otherwise :')
1) You don't have to draw specifically cats! You could always just design your clangen cats into something else that you're more confident in drawing! :] OR drawing a cat comic could prove to be great practice for drawing cats <3
2) I will admit it's a little bit of RNG, but it's also a LOT of picking and choosing things to make your own narrative out of whatever the game gives you. For example, Clangen would've never generated the feud between Puddle and Mousegrove as it is in the comic by itself, that's something I had to string together with what few interactions they had. I dig a lil deeper into how I document SporeClan in this post here if you're interested!
♰ Pairing: slasher!yunho x chubby!fem!slasher fucker!reader
♰ Genre: smut/dark romance/horror
♰ Summary: With a ruthless, brutal killer on the loose the safe thing to do would be to stay as far away from dangerous men as possible. But you've never been the kind of girl to play it safe and when danger comes in the form of a man like Yunho, how's a girl to stay away?
♰ Word Count: 3.4k-ish
♰ Warnings: Yunho's a literal serial killer, neither of you die but someone does, sorta vivid description of a limb being chopped off, voyeruism in a way, slasher fetish, sadism, masochism, dom daddy Yunho, choking, restriction of movement, a lil nipple play, penetrative sex, sex covered in blood, dirty talk, scratching, hickeys, other forms of marking, creampie, manhandling, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), you're both kinda psychos...obviously.
♰ A/N: I'd like to say, "Oh, I wrote this because Halloween is coming up!" but, no, I didn't. I'm just a slasher fucker, okay? A part of this was inspired by one of my favorite horror movies and if you can guess it then let's get married. Love you forever.
On a side note, thank you @dawn-iscozy for suggesting Yunho for this. I didn't regret that decision for a solitary minute.
There’s a killer on the loose. A brutal, wicked man who stalks the night preying upon unsuspecting victims. Some say he only goes after those he perceives as having done something wrong. His own perverse way of balancing the scales, righting the wrongs that the cops don’t have the balls to fix.
Others say it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. Your chances of being butchered are all the same, sinner or saint. One thing’s for sure, once he has his sights set on you not even god himself can save you from the fate that awaits. You’re gone in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again. At least not in one piece.
You’ve heard the warnings a thousand times over but none of them struck fear into your heart. On the contrary, you have quite the erotic fascination with his art as he calls it in the letters he leaves behind. There’s something about what he does that taps into a fetish for danger that you dare not tell another living soul about. You want to play with fire, scorch the tips of your fingers in his flames. That’s how you ended up here, straddling the lap of a man who claims to be the killer your sick little heart yearns for.
You met at a club. The kind where people go to indulge their wildest fantasies, no matter how depraved. You were wandering around alone in a tight latex mini dress that fit the richness of your curves like a glove. You had your hair pinned up the way you do now, waterfalls of curls spilling down to frame your face. Expertly applied black lipstick adorned your kissable lips, drawing men in enough that they’d lose their minds thinking of all the things that pretty mouth could do. The man beneath you was among them.
He spotted you from across the room, your figure bathed in red neon light as you sat at the bar plotting your next move. You let him buy you a few drinks, loosening you both up enough that secrets began to spill as freely as the vodka in your glass. “I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?” the dark haired man whispered in your ear, a hand hovering dangerously close to your inner thigh. You swore that you would, hand over your heart. And that’s when he confessed. Your clear fascination with the man known as the Seoul Slasher had prompted him to reveal himself to you.
You couldn’t believe it. A real live serial killer, an absolute monster, so hypnotized by you he was nearly drooling down your cleavage. Going against every self preservation tactic they taught you in school, you invited him back to your place for a bit of fun. An offer he excitedly accepted. For a man whose entire modus operandi is control, he was more than happy to relinquish it to you. In no time you had him spread out on your bed, arms and legs handcuffed to the bed frame.
The entire room’s dark save for the flickering wicks of a few candles sprinkled about the room. You run a hand down his bare chest, sharp nails nicking at his tattooed flesh. He hisses at the sting, grinding his hips up against your core to add some pleasure to the pain.
You let out a giggle, fingers teasing the waist of his pants, “Tell me how you did it.” You flash your doe eyes, tightening your plush thighs around his hips.
“How’d I do what?” he asks, far too preoccupied with your body to hone in on your words.
“Those last two guys you killed. I wanna know every gory detail. You can tell me while I ride your cock.”
Your words certainly aren’t falling on deaf ears. He heard you loud and clear. He takes a calculated pause before providing you with a less than satisfying answer. “I used a butcher knife. Chopped them up real easy. Some of my best work I’d say.”
“Oh” you pout, shoulders dropping. You fold your arms across your chest, your disappointment hanging heavy in the air. “You really shouldn’t lie, you know? It’s a nasty habit.”
“Lie?” he scoffs, a nervous smile creeping across his face. His deception has failed and he doesn’t have enough brain cells to save this sinking ship. “I’m not lying, babe. I’m telling you. I used a butcher knife.”
You point an accusatory finger at him, applying pressure right between his eyes. “Dirty, dirty, liar” you sing, “You aren’t the Seoul Slasher.”
“And how would you know?” he asks, unjustly offended at the fact that you aren’t stupid enough to buy his bullshit.
You lean in close, the warm flames of the candles reflecting in your eyes like hellfire. “Because I’m already fucking him and he’s not too happy about you going around pretending to be him. It’s just bad manners.”
His smile grows more strained, his nervous laughter tickling the tip of your nose. He can’t tell if you’re serious or not but this is getting a little weird. Even for him. You watch him for a moment before erupting in soft, sweet laughter that mocks him. Reaching underneath your pillow you pull out a gag and shove it right into his mouth, shutting him up for the first time tonight.
“Baby, I’m done playing now!” you call out like a housewife announcing that dinner’s ready.
You sit back up, climbing off of him, and skip your way over to the dresser on the other side of the room. You hop up, feet giddily swinging back and forth to the tune of heavy footsteps descending the hallway. The man’s eyes dart over to the closed bedroom door, his heart thumping out of his chest. You can make out a few muffled protests but you dare not take it out. There’s nothing he can say that interests you now. Not that it ever did.
When your best friend first told you that a guy at the club was going around claiming to be the Slasher, you couldn’t believe your ears. Especially not when the real one was sleeping peacefully beside you. Further investigation proved that your best friend had been telling the truth so he had to be dealt with. Then another popped up and another. This one will make for the 4th and you must admit, as annoying as identity theft is for your boyfriend, you get a kick out of luring them here.
They always start out so cocky but once the gag’s in and those footsteps come, getting closer and closer at an agonizing pace, they’re not so confident anymore. At first they freeze up just like the corpse they’re soon to be. The shock does need a few seconds to set in. And then they panic, screaming through the gag and tugging at their bindings, their bodies writhing like a fish out of water. This one’s no different than the others. You can guess his next move like a film you’ve watched a dozen times and all of it’s in vain.
Sweat slicks his brow as the door creaks open and your face lights up like the Fourth of July. You breathe a sigh of relief. There he is. You’ve only been apart for hours but it feels like an eternity. A tall figure steps out of the shadows into the candlelight, revealing a handsome man in tailored black pants and a black button up you pressed yourself. His sleeves are rolled up, tucked just below the elbow where a pair of long black latex gloves begin. He spares the unfortunate soul strapped to the bed a passing glance before approaching you. He leans forward, palms flat on the dresser, caging you in.
“Did I do okay?” you question innocently, always hungry for the praise he never fails to feed you.
Yunho nods, gloved fingers stroking your soft cheek, “Oh, my good girl. You did more than okay. What would I do without you?”
Taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts your head up, capturing your lips in a kiss that would soak your panties if you were wearing any. He takes a deep breath as he pulls away, not wanting to but knowing that time is of the essence.
“Did he touch you?” Yunho’s jaw tenses, gloved hands flexing to warm up for the night’s events.
You peek around him to check in on the dark haired man. His face is wet with tears and he’s sobbing all over your new gag. You pray he hasn’t pissed himself. You’re not in the mood to have to buy a new mattress again.
You look back to your boyfriend and nod. “In the car he put his hand on my thigh.”
“Thank you for telling me, baby,” Yunho says, kissing you on the forehead. He turns around, eyes darkening as he approaches the foot of the bed. “I’ll start with his hands.”
Kneeling down, he slides a large case from underneath the bed and pops it open to reveal his tools. The spread is a pristine assortment of autopsy tools, not a lowly butcher knife in sight. He delicately runs his fingers over them, settling on the fine toothed bone saw. Your gaze never leaves him as he rounds the bed, aligning the sharp teeth of the saw with what you’ve come to know as the ulna. The bone right on his inner forearm.
Yunho grinds the saw against it and the man’s arm tears open, tattered pieces of flesh splintering off to the side as he carves his way through tough tendons. Blood gushes from the man’s arm, drenching the brand new sheets in a river of crimson. Yunho’s movements are precise and purposeful. The saw taps bone as the body below him convulses violently, the pain beyond anything you can imagine or ever care to.
Your boyfriend pauses, glancing over at you, and you know it’s about that time. You open one of the drawers beside you, fishing out your phone and a pair of over ear headphones. You sync them up, hitting play on your favorite song, and smile lovingly back at him.
He can’t be as brutal when he knows you’re listening. It’s one of few things about his profession he’s never quite been able to bring himself to expose you to. Even with the man’s cries muffled, being dismantled brings sounds out of someone that could give the most vile person nightmares. You can watch all you want but you won’t hear them.
It’d be easy to say that you weren’t like this before you met him. You were a sweet, delicate flower and this charming psychopath came along, corrupting your young soul. But a girl doesn’t get wet watching her boyfriend dismember people because she had her purity corrupted.
You were never innocent, you’d simply presented yourself as such. Yunho just freed you from the prison of feeling guilty about what got you off. Power. Not being at the mercy of anyone. Yunho treats you like a princess. You’re never left wanting for anything. Your every desire is satisfied. So what if your Prince Charming comes with a body count? Nobody’s perfect.
Yunho makes quick work of the body. After the slice to his second arm the man’s already at death’s door and the severing of his knees puts the final nail in the coffin. Yunho tosses the body parts to the ground like the limbs of an old doll. Breathless and blood soaked as he licks splatters of scarlet from his lip, he goes in for another cut.
You’re the only other thing he looks at like he does his work. The excitement of the kill is borderline orgasmic, dopamine coursing through his veins with every gruesome cut. Once he starts he has to keep going, chasing his high until it’s finished and the body’s nothing more than scattered pieces of an impossible puzzle.
Shoving the torso to the floor, he steps back to catch his breath, waving to get your attention. You slip your headphones off, setting them down to navigate the landmine of limbs and entrails to reach your love.
“You need some water, Yunie?” you ask, throwing your arms around him. The blood weighing down his clothes sticks to your arms, cool against your skin. It used to feel a bit strange but after a few times you’ve come to find it refreshing like a cool shower on a hot day.
Yunho shakes his head, a dazed look in his eyes. Usually the adrenaline begins to die down after that final cut but it’s only getting more intense. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he salivates over you like a man on the brink of starvation. “No, I need you. Right now.”
His lips crash into yours at a thousand miles per hour and you don’t even attempt to stop him. Why would you? Bloody gloves cling to your dress, stripping you of the material. You rip his shirt open, sending buttons raining down onto the slippery hardwood floor. Yunho’s hands ravenously explore your body as you rid him of his pants, painting your plush figure in blood like a canvas.
Attempting to feast upon your body through gloves is as close to torture as he’s ever come so he tears them off, groaning in delight as his bare hands sink into your pillowy ass. He picks you up, tossing you back on the bed, your breasts bouncing marvelously as you land.
You grin watching your boyfriend stare down at you like an absolute animal. His body’s everything dreams are made of, his flawless, rigid cock already leaking in anticipation. You spread your thighs, teasing him with the arousal dripping from your entrance. Bringing two fingers between your legs, you stroke them between your lips, spreading yourself open for him.
“You want it?” you moan, back arching as you pinch your sensitive clit.
Yunho positions himself between your legs, palming his cock above a pussy that’s clenching wildly at the ghost of what could be. He places a hand on your thigh, admiring the view. You in a sea of blood toying with yourself for his pleasure. What a sight to behold.
“You aren’t teasing me are you?” he asks, gripping your thigh tighter. His voice is low and rough, feral in every way.
You bring your slick fingers up to the head of his cock, coating it on your juices. “And what if I am?”
You motion to get up, your brain set on tasting his cock on your tongue, but Yunho’s quicker than you, grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms over your head. His free hand wraps around your neck, the veins of his arms pulsing as he applies the right amount of pressure to leave you breathless but not in pain.
“Do you want it?” He bumps his cock against your slit, missing on purpose to drag it between your folds. Your body shudders as much as it can with his full weight on you.
“Mmhmm” you hum, knowing he won’t hurt you but loving that you’re completely at his mercy.
“You know that’s not enough, baby” he smiles, squeezing your throat tighter, “I need to hear it, princess. Tell me you want it. Beg for daddy’s cock.”
He presses his throbbing tip to your entrance but this time he arches into you, giving you the head and nothing more. The stretch of that alone is disorienting, a wave of heat rushing through you. Releasing his hold on your throat, he brings his lips to yours, parting them to taste the desperate pleas that spill out.
“I want you to fuck me, Yunie. I’m so needy for your cock. I have been all night” you whine and his tongue traces your lips. You taste delicious. He inches into you, feeding you a little more then stopping. A little more then stopping. And your body jumps with every motion, pitiful sounds pouring from your lips onto his.
“Fuck me” you beg, an undeniable brokeness in your tone, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck…” Your voice trails off, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out. He lifts off of you, still holding your arms in place above your head, and thrusts into you ever so gently. You clamp down around him tightly enough that it’s hard to move, your pussy's too needy to let go.
Yunho grins, cupping one of your breasts, “I didn’t know watching me kill got you so hot. You’re sick, you know that?” He pinches your nipple harshly and you squeal, twisting in his hold.
“I know” you moan, blowing him a kiss, “But so are you.”
“Fuck, I love you” he growls, pulling you under with another dizzying kiss.
His thrusts grow harsher, your warm, spongy walls drawing him in impossibly deeper. His fingers knead the tender flesh of your breast as he brings his tongue down to soak your bud in equal parts blood and spit. Taking the bud between his teeth, he wraps his lip around it, suckling at it without losing his rhythm between your legs.
“Yunie. So good. So, mmph, aah…” you’re moaning but he gives one particularly hard thrust to your cunt, knocking the words right out of your mouth.
You want to touch him so badly. To dig your nails into his back while he fucks into you. To run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the deep brown strands as his tongue swirls around your bud.
“Touch” you pout, wiggling your hands.
Yunho pops your bud free of his lips, licking his way up your breasts, across your heated skin, along your neck, until you’re eye to eye. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Wanna touch you. Please, daddy” you plead. You’re so helpless. So beautiful.
Yunho watches you squirm, feigning indecision. After an agonizingly long contemplation, he turns your arms loose, the redness on your wrists marking where he held you. Your hands are drawn to him like magnets, scouring every inch of him they can reach just to feel him.
Your nails find his back, digging into the flesh. Yunho buries his face in your neck, moaning at the sensation. “Harder” he whispers, fingers knotting in the sheets beneath you. You dig your nails in deeper, breaking skin, and he’s on the edge of a whimper, the sensation nearly too much for him.
Slipping an arm around your back, he keeps you flush against him, sinking into you over and over. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed closed. You’re saying something but nothing’s coming out. Only whines and moans, the occasional fractured piece of his name.
There’s no bracing yourself for a cock this long and thick. You just have to take it, let it destroy every bit of you until there’s nothing left. A sense of euphoria surges through you and your legs instinctively lock around his waist.
“That’s it” he coos, fawning over the string of hickeys he’s left on your neck, “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Yunho grabs for your wrists one last time, locking them above your head. He pounds into you so hard the bed creaks, maybe even moves a few inches. “I wanna feel you gushing around this cock.”
Suddenly your breath hitches and your body feels weightless. It’s as if you’re floating above yourself. Watching this gorgeous man fuck you into the mattress like his own personal whore. And you are. You’re more than happy to be. Your senses come back to you in a rush of ecstasy and you’re trembling, crying out as you do exactly as he said. Creaming, gushing, dripping down his length.
Yunho pulls back, kneeling between your legs to drag his cock out and glide it back in. He goes all starry eyed at the sight of his cock glistening in your cum and soon he’s spilling inside of you. Your needy walls milking his cock of the warm, white liquid that overflows from your delicious pussy.
His hand comes down on your plush belly, enjoying its softness as he feeds you those last few strokes. You’re still moaning weakly when he finishes, laying back on the bed and pulling you on top of him.
Curled up safe and warm in his arms, you bask in the afterglow, thoughts of the man your boyfriend dismantled little more than a distant thought now. But ultimately it’s difficult to ignore. Especially when your eyes drift up and you notice something dangling in the corner of your eye.
“Yunie” you say, lightly petting his shoulder.
Yunho strokes your hair, looking down at you lovingly, “Yes, baby?”
“I think his hand’s still attached to the handcuff.”
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THIS IS NOT AN EVENT WHERE YOU SUGGEST THINGS TO ME, THIS IS FOR YOU TO DO, I WILL BE IGNORING ANY ASKS RELATED TO REQUESTS FOR ME TO DRAW!
Anyway so as I said, you're invited to have your sona, your OC, your AU or heck even one of the SMG4 crew help cheer up Telly! You can do this in anyway you like, wethers it's taking them out somewhere nice like a park or city, to playing games with them, or just hanging out with them! You're in charge of picking out something fun for your character of choise and Telly to do together! They love doing anything as long as its with friends so you're welcome to do pretty much anything!
You can also make this in an medium you'd like, be it art, comics, writing, or anything else you can think of, there is no strict medium this has to be done in so go wild and most importantly have fun!
For the sake of keeping things clear in the SMG4 tag, you can use #SMG4CheerUp as the tag for this event, you are obviously free to @ me but if not, I will check the above tag instead.
Before I go any further, just want to make this clear:
THERE IS NO PRIZE!
THERE IS NO DEADLINE!
THIS IS JUST FOR FUN!
THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION
Just saying this as I don't want people expecting anything from me in return for this, nor do I want people putting themselves down or comparing themselves to others, I want people to have fun for the sake of having fun.
I'm obviously not super stricks on rules as this is for fun but I do have a few requests:
No just straight up brining Mr Puzzles back, that kinda defeats the point. You're more than welcome to use your AU or OC version of Mr Puzzles for this, but no actual Mr Puzzles, let him rot in prison for a bit please.
I know I said you're welcome to do pretty much anything but please keep your work age appropriate! Telly is meant to be no older than 10 at max so nothing too outrageous please! I don't mind a bit of angst or anything like that but you know, be nice to the kid alright, I will kill you otherwise /j
Also for this please don't use their teen/adult design, this is focused on them as a kid so please keep them as one, no aging up to do anything not age appropriate please.
Please keep in mind that Telly is mute and cannot talk! They can write/type to talk (as they don't know sign language yet) and they can make static noises, but no actual speaking for them!
TELLY USES THEY/THEM PRONOUNS AND NOTHING ELSE, PLEASE JUST REFER TO THEM AS A CHILD/KID
That's all I could think of lol, will add more if I think of anything else.
TELLYS REF IS HERE FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT (it is also linked on my pinned post at all times) I'm not overly strict on design so feel free to add your own lil details to them, I think it's fun! :3
My media asks are off for now, as I'd rather people make their own posts, it's what Tumblr's for and I wouldn't want anyone's amazing work to sit and rot in my inbox! I will be reblogging everything I promise.
You're welcome to ask me any questions but my response will likely be either "yes" or "if it's fun for you go for it!"
There is no deadline as stated, but I'll say this is open for at least a month-ish, or at least until Mr Puzzles comes back or something lol (watch that be, this week! wow how short lived /j)
ANYWAY WITH ALL THAT OUT THE WAY, GO FORTH AND ONCE AGAIN, HAVE FUN ABOVE ALL ELSE!!! :3
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Soo... Dahlia! He's very interesting, the majority vote chose well. I like how he got lil nature kinda vibe with the lil dress lol, he looks very sweet!
I'm very interested in this new group thing, I'm sure they'll bond well, eventually.
At first I'm a bit confused on why Sun acted the way he did, since yk, he usually is friendly(-ish) with new ppl! But this time, he's a lil awkward and a bit unsure. That is until i finished it ofc. If i looked it back, it does seem that Dahlia kinda basically saying that Sun's power is not strong enough. And Moon even agrees. Honestly? I can't blame Sun for getting upset by that. Plus no one can blame Sun abt it, ik no one did but still. He was Atlas's apprentice for a very short time, didn't even got to learn most stuff, he's been training alone, doing things solo plus helping Charlie with her powers. I understand Dahlia means well, yet i also understand why Sun doesn't like him that much. For first impression, when you attack somebody's weakness first, kinda makes it jelly. Ik he's a blunt person as said, but doesn't exactly justify anything to me.
I imagine Sun was actually trying not to cry as he left. We never exactly get to see him directly mourn over Atlas. The first emotion he felt when Atlas died is anger. Which is valid ofc.
I'm interested in this arc, so bad. I love the 4 dynamics, even if there's a lil tension here and there, I'm excited for more.
first post how we feeling - OC/YUUSONA INTRO [TW: SCARS(healed-ish)
(edit: wowie this got more attention than i expected THANK YOU <33)
im scare
i don't know how tumblr works yet(even though ive been on here.. for, a year??? for some reason????????? i didnt even do anything until now HAH)
i listened to final duet on loop while drawing this i lwk dont know why
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ANYWAYS
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this is my son my shaylah my yuuoc/yuusona: phon sullivan!!! viet-irish fella(his mom is vietamese, and his dad is irish, tho im considering swapping them sweats) ;; he/him .. he's a dude(ftm), 16 yo ,,, he is loosely based off of the Gryphon (hence, Phon ... get it... get i okay im shutting up) from Alice in Wonderland, amongst various Looking Glass characters :)) .. imo he's kinda savanaclaw coded? it might just be me and his appearance sweats(speaking of his appearance i only just now figured out his shoes/boots ... erm.)
his pre-twst lore ... im still sorting out, but i have a general idea. idk if i should share it yet tho .. . its very much rough draft sweats
he has gone through several moral/people-pleaser dilemmas lwk . insecure little fella. constantly in doubt, and fears how people may think if they somehow find out he's a , quote on quote , "real man" . maybe ?? this sorta stems from experiences before he got into twst... its not rlly something you can let go, i think? i don't know (pls pls pls critique my ideas/thoughts for him especially his lgbtq+ / story aspects i want to get this as accurate as possibly while considering all the different scenarios and allat... i'm not trans myself, therefore i dont really know what the process is really like, and i dont wanna mis-represent amongst other things </3) ;; he also , sorta like in-game, harbors feelings of . uselessness in a way ,,, he's a bit of a mess in general aha.
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anyways useless little tidbits GO
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he's fascinated with birds . could probably name like 80 of them but like none of the birds are in twst
him and idia compete for the longest hair GO (his is def not as luscious as idia's tho phon's hair is canonically practically STIFF thats how he achieves the stupid bird wings look)
idk why but in my head i imagine him to have played soccer at some point? idk i think he would have a MEAN kick with soccer balls like ts would be FLYING across the field. or like he did something similar. something to explain how he keeps up with VARGAS and his bullshii
OH OH OH YES i did establish SOME cards for him, like what cards he would have in game .. not the art for them tho i would rather die. so far i got uhh school uniform, PE uniform, the halloween outfit, birthday bloom(i love that series sm its so pretty and i wanted to put him in that), cozy loungewear, dorm uniform(which is just his basic outfit. the one you see here), playful attire(for fun. i havent played the event yet i dont even know if MC tags along in the event i fear sighs), suitor suit(ALSO for fun, but i just wanted to put him in a suit. i ALSO dont even know if MC tags along in the event too help), new years attire, and ceremonial robes !!!!
he adores grim down to his soul, even though they quarrel sometimes. the stupid lil direbeast reminds him of someone he's forgotten from home.
i almost wanted to name him Yuuphon instead of Phon, but i didnt think it sounded all that great and i have frEE WILL
i actually imagine him(and mc in general) to have scars! like scarring from their fights.. the briars from book 7, maybe?(yes yes tis aware of book 7.. i read through it on the wikis),, the grim scratching on their hand + the book 6 STYX invasion with those glass shards or crossfire ,, and a few other things like maybe tripping on the dusty ass floorboards of ramshackle one too many times or getting splinters. something like that. no one escapes unscathed from allat son.
hmmmm .. .oh uh yes he is oc x canon-ed(ish? does it count as oc x canon???). implied mostly. wit ace: loser supreme ;; acemc... acephon......... jumps up and down . they(mostly ace) kinda grew on me........ ;; the soldier and the beast ahh ship. they kill me son they kill me
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i think a yapped a lit too much
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's sorta it for now??? mayhaps perhaps(you cant just put "perhaps")
y'know, what are the relationships between the bishops and the new crownbarers in general? any positives, any animosities?
as well as just what the bishops are like in this AU
(I'm so sorry for the late reply)
For the most part, everybody is pretty mutual. In my AU, they all basically helped Lamb defeat the bishops in the first place. So they've already have earned their "respect" to a small extent.
I haven't thought too deep into the individual relations in a while, though I will add once I remember and figure it out!
lets see..
Leshy is double sided, as in my AU he has the ability to shapeshift (to an extent)
So he's either pretending to be a normal small lil follower guy who's nice and sweet.. OR being an cocky asshole, with a bit of anger issues.
I suppose he is always nice to Kid though, due to him and Kid sharing the fac they're the youngest in their respective families. Has a soft spot because of it.
Hekket is more on the mutual-ish side? While she randomly starts fights with random people (mainly Narinder), she's more willing to adjust to a more "easy" lifestyle. I imagine she was pretty calm before the fight with Narinder, and is trying to adjust back to that. Though uh, does have anger issues, not as much as Leshy though (Mostly she fights for fun).
Kallamar I haven't fully decided yet. I know he's surface level nice, but like, gives a lot of back-handed compliments. Usually not on purpose, however. Like, he still sees himself as higher then most to an extent.
Besides his siblings, however. He's trying to once again get back on Hekket's good side.
-Ewe is a bit meaner twords him, just because she knows it'll work. One of the others (Ram or Goat) usually get her to backdown though-
Shamura is a calm, and occasionally says very deadpan jokes. A bit spacey, though keeps their composure. Of course, still has heavy memory problems which actively effect them.
Narinder on the other hand is kinda, sassy idk. He mostly sits in his tree and occasionally talks shit to the others. He's still a bit sour about his defeat, and mostly has no interest in interacting with anyone else or participating in cult activites. Eventually he will ease up some, seeing this more as a retirement then anything.
-Him and Lamb do NOT get along (my au is not a narilamb au, so there's no romantic tension between the two, no slowburn, etc. Just, bitterness and egos/hj)
-Goat kinda sees him as like, a literal giant ass cat and mainly tries to pet him a lot. He mostly goes along with it, especially since it pisses Lamb off that he'll listen to them and not Lamb.
-Kid also sees him as a sorta uncle, and often likes hearing stories from him (and the other bishops too)
-Ram often tries to get him to participate in activities, which mostly fails unless he offers Narinder something he can't refuse.
-Ewe and him also don't get along, but more in a passive aggressive way. My Narinder does have the fashionable trait, however, so they do (Secretly) bond over their love for the artform. You wouldn't be able to tell, however, if it wasn't for the random new outfits he wears at times.
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I will also note that all the bishops + Narinder got recruited all at once at the same time.
My AU also works of swap logic, so Goat had a Shamura, Ram had a Hekket, etc.
They all recognize that the bishops here are different then the ones back in their original cults, and try not to dwell on it too much. Besides Ewe. Ewe bullied her Kallamar,,, and this one too.
