Travel Guides

Travel Guides

Here you will find the Continent's helpful guides where you can familiarize yourself with the land. Each one is written by an expert within their respective country, and "The Continent" guide is written by a fae elder.

✶ The Continent

✶ Jinaia

✶ Sugaru

✶ Hobius

✶ Joonia

✶ Chimni

✶ Traetos

✶ Kooju

© thekaykery 2023

Portraits were done by @winterofherdiscontent. I asked for permission to use them and they gave me their consent.

oh my god-

Jesus do not only take the wheel, take the entire damn car.

me: trying to find a rp partner

*finds lots of ads for member x member rps*

me: no 😭😭

*is resting in my coffin*

wehee lmao i didn't think i would win 💀

@playmetheclassics @babiekaykes @cremeandsuga @kookdiaries & @bangtanintotheroom are fighting for their lives rn 🤣

I WAS SO CONFUSED?? I WAS LIKE "Indi are you right in the brain-""

y'all pls pray for miss @playmetheclassics 😂

me, @joonscypher & @babiekaykes were wondering if it's an advance bday fic for Seokjin 🤔

ABSBDBSBDD ASHE 😭😭 THANK YOU

but the second thing... hm... 🤔🤔

reasons why i hate you

member: min yoongi

category: established fwb, pwp, smut

word count: 3.1k

rating: 21+

warning(s): dom!yoongi, brat!reader, a conversation about status, cursing, pet names, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap, he uses the pull-out method), riding, voyeurism (he records), average degradation, overstimulation, praise, aftercare and mention of dinner

notes: the moodboard was completed by @sugafreeagustd. ❤️ thank you ashe, and thank you beezy @hobeemin for beta-reading this for me. ❤️

You hate him.

With every fiber of your being, every cell, every heartbeat, and every breath.

It isn’t fair. Whatever heavenly being that cursed you to live at the same time as him deserves to be damned. His existence is your ultimate bane. You want to get rid of him so you can reside in peace, but the most you can do is pretend he wasn’t born.

But at the same time, you yearn for him. You want him to continue bothering you, make your life a living hell and heaven at the same time. To listen to his soothing voice and see his adorable smile. To witness him above you as he scrambles your thoughts with a single roll of his hips. Kiss him, watch him work his magic on you, dragging you further under his spell.

He is like poison.

But do you care? Not really.

You suppose that’s why you’re drawn to him. He’s forbidden, someone you can never have.

Your entire being thrums with energy as you observe him patiently pluck away at the strings of his acoustic guitar, his keen ears trying to understand a tune within the chaos of the notes.

Curled up on the couch, you wait for him to finish the bar he’s constructing, your fingers playing with your sweater. You grimace at the harsh noise of a string being played too hard, and you’re afraid it’ll snap, but he lays a veiny hand on top of the strings above the soundhole, silencing it.

This same silence strikes a flame in your lower abdomen, your skin itching with anticipation. Maybe he’ll finally pay attention to you like you’re his guitar, the music within you waiting to be played.

“Was that alright?” he softly asks, his smoldering gaze meeting yours, making your heart leap. “To me, something’s missing.”

You shake your head. “No, I think it’s fine.”

He stays quiet, thinking, then stands, setting the guitar in the chair. His movement has your fingers curling into fists, tummy twisting with eagerness as he approaches you. Placing his hands on either side of you, he peers at you, head tilting slightly.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he murmurs, and the way he says your name makes you shiver, “why do I have the idea to add your pretty noises to my song?”

Heat floods your cheeks. “What do you mean?”

Annoyance flashes over his face for a brief second. “Come now, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean.”

You do.

He’s referring to the times when he’s buried balls-deep inside you, spoiling you with filthy words, drawing the naughtiest noises from you. When you let him do whatever he wants to you, treat you like an angel walking on Earth or a slut who needs a reminder of where she belongs.

You love it. All of it.

“I should record you and use your moans in my song.”

Your jaw drops at his blunt statement. He’s a nasty man, and his nastiness has bled into you, corrupting you, making you as sick as he is.

Everything he likes in bed, you like in bed.

“Should you?” you say, knowing he’ll take your challenging tone as bait.

He narrows his eyes and shoves a hand into his pocket to grab his phone. He fiddles with it for a moment, then sets it down beside you. He isn’t kidding.

“Take ‘em off,” he lowly orders, eyeing your shorts.

With pink cheeks, you undo your shorts, hooking your thumbs under the waistband along with your panties, removing both garments in one go. You lean back and spread your legs, baring your drenched cunt to him, toes curling in excitement.

You hope he eats you out, drives you up the wall with his ridiculously talented tongue.

He hums in satisfaction because of your obedience, lowering to his knees. His veiny hands find the undersides of your thighs, his rings ice-cold against your clammy skin. You bite your lip, anxiously waiting while he examines your pussy.

“So pretty…”

His tongue rolls around in his mouth, and your breath catches as a drop of spit lands on you. Growing impatient, your lips part to hurry him along, but he connects with your aching core, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gently sigh, hearing him grunt and feeling his grip tighten, his nails lightly digging into your skin.

He repeats this action a few times, the combination of his spit and your juices creating strings, connecting his mouth to your folds. He spits again, then captures your sensitive bud of nerves with his lips, suckling on it. You moan, your head falling back as his tongue occasionally darts out to slurp up your essence, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“Yoongi,” you mewl, clenching around nothing, watching him dine on you like a starving man.

The man hums, flattening his tongue and lightly shaking his head side to side, eliciting a whine from you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly this time, hollowing his cheeks. He switches to lapping at it, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. You whimper, your hand finding his hair, strands silky and black, bolts of pleasure zinging through you again and again.

Molten lava and hellfire. That is what Yoongi is to you, while you are an iceberg, endlessly melted by his incessant heat, and you never want him to stop.

While you hate him with your whole being, you hit the jackpot.

“Such a pretty puppy,” Yoongi rasps, the vibration of his voice making you shake. “Always so wet for me, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you croak, eyes rolling the moment he teases your entrance with his tongue.

“Of course.” He crudely spits on you once more, parting your folds, watching the bead drip down to your entrance and mix with your wetness. “So damn wet every time I see you. Just can’t get enough of me, hm?”

“N-No.” You swallow as he lifts your clitoral hood with his thumb, squealing when he suctions the nub, violently jolting with each suck.

Yoongi parts from you with a pop, eyeing your drenched cunt with a lustful gaze. “Poor thing. Puppy must be aching, yeah?”

You nod, panting, shivering when he lightly blows air on your pussy. You tug on his hair with a little whine. Yoongi hushes you, wordlessly reminding you to be patient and diving in. He rapidly laps at your clit, his free hand joining the orchestra between your legs, teasing your throbbing cunt. You whimper and lift your hips, his tongue making wave after wave of pleasure wash over you. The knot in your tummy twines tighter with every lick, your thighs trembling in anticipation.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, steadily rocking into his receiving mouth, your body aflame because of the way he stares up at you. “F-Fuck, don’t stop.”

He lightly chuckles, slipping his thumb inside you. You gasp softly, walls clamping down around it as he steadily pumps it in and out of you. Biting your lip, you rut your hips a bit faster, your eyes rolling slightly. Fuck, it’s not fair. He’s not fair.

Fuck Yoongi and his godly skill of giving head.

He nips at your bud of nerves, and you yelp. His thumb is replaced with his digit, which swiftly thrusts into you, bringing more noises out of you. He resumes his actions with his tongue, and the combination of both that and his finger has you moaning.

“Y-Yoongi!” you choke out, feeling that bubble of ecstasy threatening to burst. “‘M gonna cum, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

He doesn’t, opting to go faster instead. Just that alone breaks you. Shrieking, your thighs squeeze down around his head, your high slamming into you like a tsunami. You moan loudly, your back arching, restlessly bucking your cunt a little more. As you settle into overstimulation, Yoongi slows, guiding you through your orgasm. Once you’ve calmed down, he breaks away with a hum, his lips and chin shiny.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, smirking. You lay limp beneath him, face flushed, trembling lightly. He gently rubs your thigh, his rings cold against your warm skin. “You okay?”

You slowly peel your eyes open, your mind swimming with the high of your orgasm. “Yeah… Shit…”

Chuckling lightly, Yoongi reaches over and stops the recording. Heat floods your face and ears. You forgot he kept his word. He locks his phone and tosses it on his chair, which thankfully doesn’t bounce off and land on the floor. He meets your gaze; the way he looks at you tells you he isn’t done with you just yet.

“Alright, angel,” he says, lifting you off the couch to take your spot. He has you straddle him; your cunt still bared to him. “Think you can cum again?”

Confusion ripples through you. Yoongi usually sends you off after you cum or vice-versa. He’s never wanted a second round with you before, so hearing this is strange. Seeing your expression, his hands glide up your thighs, snaking one between them to glide a finger through your folds.

“Is it wrong of me to keep listening to you?” he softly asks, finding your clit and rubbing threadbare circles on it. You shakily exhale. “Honestly, Y/N…”

The way your name falls off his lips has you shuddering. Your name comes from him like an unbreakable curse, an impending storm about to hit. Your stomach flutters nervously. You know he’s aware of your dislike for him, but does that stop you from hanging with him? No. Yet, for some reason, you can’t find it in yourself to stop this.

This has to end before either of you gets too involved.

But will you?

Most likely not.

“Yoongi,” you murmur, grasping his shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Why do you do this with me?”

His hand stills. You wait, watching his eyes flicker around your face for a moment.

“I don’t know,” he quietly replies.

You don’t say anything so he can elaborate. But he doesn’t. You frown. “That’s it?”

The lust in his face shutters. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I was expecting a reason,” you say flatly. “Are you sticking around because you want something from me? Or do you just want my body? It seems like the latter to me.”

His lips purse. “I’m not your boyfriend. I told you that shit doesn’t fly with me.”

You want to snap back a retort, but you refrain, inhaling a calming breath instead. “Yes, I remember you saying such at the beginning of our arrangement, but…” You bite your lip. “What do I say when people ask about you? We’re not exactly friends.”

He quirks a brow. “You talk about me?”

You clamp your mouth shut. Why did you say that? You shouldn’t be speaking about a person you hate.

“W-Well…”

Silence; until Yoongi breaks it.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Why do you hate me?”

You laugh a bit. You didn’t expect this from him. “Why do I hate you?” you softly say, diverting your gaze. “I’ll give you a few reasons why I hate you. I hate the way you make me want more. I hate how you crawl under my skin without even trying. I hate how you drive me crazy with literally no effort.”

You pause, heart thumping. “I hate how I want to keep seeing you, how I want to listen to your voice and see you smile and hear you laugh. I hate that we’re living at the same time, and I hate that you ruined my life.”

“I ruined your life?”

“Yes,” you whisper hoarsely. “In all the best and worst ways. I was a good girl, a good student. I showed up to classes on time and turned in all my schoolwork before it was due. I didn’t have tattoos, I didn’t drink, and I definitely didn’t have sex.”

You finally look at him. “Then I met you at that party, and now I drink. Now I have tattoos. Now I show up late and turn in my assignments past the due date. Now I have sex. Because of you.” You poke his chest. “I do all of these things now because of you, Yoongi. I used to be perfect. A perfect student, the perfect good girl, the perfect daughter. You ruined it all.”

“Is there a point to all of this, or are you just trying to make me feel shitty?” Yoongi butts in.

“Yes, if you stay quiet.”

He rolls his eyes.

You sigh, swallowing. “I hate you because you freed me.”

He waits for a few seconds. “That’s it?” he parrots.

You smack his shoulder. “Shut up, asshole.”

“So, does this mean you like me or some shit?”

You hesitate, scrambling to collect your thoughts. “I… don’t know how I feel, but I do know I don’t want this to stop.”

He doesn’t reply, staring at you. Then he says, “Alright. I don’t mind that.”

You nod. “Okay. But why do you hate me?”

You receive a breathless chuckle. “You’re a distraction. You’re loud and annoying, but you’re kind-hearted and sweet. I hate that you’re my complete opposite, and I don’t deserve to see your body like this.”

You tilt your head curiously. “You think you’re undeserving of me?”

He nods. “Pretty much, and I’m not someone you should be with like this. I… I can be selfish.”

“Yoongi, you’re not the only selfish one here.”

His lips twitch for the briefest moment. “Maybe.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “We should re-evaluate the terms of our… friendship.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, so.” You adjust slightly. “One thing I definitely want is that you refrain from seeing other girls. I don’t want to be contracting whatever you get from them.”

He snorts. “Okay.”

You glare at him again for a short second. “Second thing. I would like us to talk when we’re not fucking.”

He lifts a brow.

“If this is going to be a long-term thing, I don’t want to be strangers.” You cross your arms. “I want to get to know you as a person, Yoongi. I need to know you beyond your dick.”

“Any other demands?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“‘Kay. Can we continue now?”

You playfully think about it. “I suppose.”

His hand grasps your nape, tugging you down to kiss you while the other slips two digits inside you. You moan softly against his lips, rocking into his touch. His tongue enters your mouth and finds yours, caressing it, his fingers curling, fingertips brushing over that one spot that makes you see stars. You whimper, clutching the couch behind him.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you croak.

He hums, quickening his pace, and you lightly squeal. Little gasps escape you, eyes rolling in bliss as Yoongi nips your neck.

“Think you’re ready?” he grunts, withdrawing his fingers as you nod eagerly.

You watch him shove his sweats and boxers out of the way, freeing his beautiful cock. It stands tall and proud; his girth flushed red, his tip leaking. He lowers you slightly, gliding his tip through your drenched folds. You shiver, head falling forward as he guides you down his length. Moaning, you take the rest of him in one movement, your cunt squelching.

“Shit, princess,” he hisses, furrowing his brows when you begin to ride him, using him as support. Your ass lightly smacks his thighs, his balls nestling perfectly against your second hole each time you sink on him.

“Feel so good.” Whining, you lean back on his knees with your hands, gasping as his cock rubs along your front wall, hitting your special spot ridiculously well. “Fuck, Yoongi, hate you and your damn dick.”

“Yeah?” His eyes are glued to the spot where you’re connected. He finds your clit with his thumb, rubbing figure 8s on it, making you stutter. “Just despise how amazing I make you feel, hm?”

“U-Uh huh!”

Yoongi reclines on the couch, simply observing you bounce away, your tits jolting under your shirt. “Made you my little cockslut.”

You whimper, biting your lip, driving your hips with speed. This has you squeaking. He’s so deep inside you that his head barely kisses your cervix. “F-Fuck, Yoongi!”

He groans in response, firmly grasping your wild hips to stop you and switch positions, pinning you beneath him. He then roughly bucks into you at a rapid speed, making you cry, your pussy throbbing. You cling to the armrest for dear life, the couch creaking beneath you because of Yoongi.

“G-Gonna cum!” You arch your back and spread your legs a bit wider, moaning as you reach down and quickly rub away at your clit.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, angling himself slightly, his tip now directly slamming against your sweet spot, eliciting a wail. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make it nice and creamy?”

“Y-Yes, oh, fuck!” You feel your high creeping up on you steadily, and you’re so, so ready to submit to that delicious euphoria. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Yoongi!”

“Not gonna until you cum, sweet thing.” He dips down and kisses you, swallowing your noises as they steadily grow louder. “Come on, puppy; I know you can do it.”

“‘M-M so close!” Your wrist is starting to ache. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! A-Ah, hah!”

You screech as your orgasm finally hits you, plunging you deep into the pool of ultimate bliss you’ve grown accustomed to. You gasp for breath, your head spinning while Yoongi slows slightly, coaxing you through your high. You screw your eyes shut, your body settling into overstimulation as his pace grows sloppier by the second.

Yoongi abruptly withdraws, and you watch as he rapidly pumps himself, hearing his low groan. Ropes of cum spurt from his tip moments later, landing on your tummy and shirt, a little even finding your face. You softly sigh, growing limp on the couch.

Yoongi momentarily leaves, returning with a damp cloth and one of his shirts in hand.

“Sorry,” he says, helping you sit up, cleaning you while you swap shirts. His tee engulfs your tiny body. “You okay?”

“Mhmm…” You tug on your panties and leggings. “You?”

He playfully scoffs. “I’m just fine.”

Yoongi straightens, grabbing your dirty shirt and heading to the door. He pauses in the doorway. He glances at you uncertainly. “Do you… wanna stay for dinner?”

His offer surprises you. “Oh… sure.”

“Okay.” With that, he leaves again.

You stay where you are, your mind replaying what happened. Yoongi asked you to stay and eat with him, and this makes you smile a bit. Although this is a FWB arrangement, he’s still respectful.

“You coming?” he calls.

“Yes!” you reply!

Maybe, just maybe… This is the start of something new.

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