this is slightly vent-ish but i have been wanting to write but i have been so stressed with work and financial stuff that it’s impossible for me to just sit down and get my creative juices flowing 😔 it’s like i use my brain so much to the point that i just wanna sit around and do nothing and turn my brain off sigh
guys im ngl i forgot abt tumblr for a hot minute bc now im hyperfixating on my ocs n have been drawing them n making pinterest boards n making playlists but! i am sure i will write something (eventually) 🙂↕️
life update: still liking art, tired. been working on a couple things here and there but i might write less smut… we will see. might also write more yaoi hehe >:)
guys im ngl i forgot abt tumblr for a hot minute bc now im hyperfixating on my ocs n have been drawing them n making pinterest boards n making playlists but! i am sure i will write something (eventually) 🙂↕️
tags: afab reader, drunk!reader, consent abiding!yuma, softdom!reader, fingering, bathtub sex(?), foreplay, porn with plot, some fluff if you squint, yuma is ever-so-slightly jealous
warning tags: foreplay whilst reader is drunk
length: 4.6k words
note from author: i just thought about how hot yuma would be holding himself back when he really just wants to dick you down
You really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. This man calls you pretty at any chance he gets, gives you cuddles whenever you ask, and looks like an actual angel sent by god. All these thoughts run through your mind as you’re absentmindedly on your phone— a guise so Yuma can’t see you staring at him. Doesn’t really work. He knows fully well you’re staring at him but he’s not going to tell you that.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asks you from across the couch. His lips curving at the corners.
You hum. “Yeah I have an event to go to tonight. Friend’s throwing a farewell party.”
Yuma rests his head on the plush couch, “Oh, where is it?”
You furrow your eyebrows, briefly struggling to remember with Yuma’s adorable, round eyes looking at you, “Uh, I think it’s at some club uptown.”
It hasn’t been long since you got together with Yuma, maybe a month or so. You didn’t really mind in the beginning but lately you been experiencing a different type of urge. His hands around your waist whenever he cuddled you had started feeling different. You savored the touch of his fingers on your skin whenever your shirt rolled up. The way he caressed your skin so softly. His feather-like touches along your jaw and down your neck whenever you made out with him a little longer than usual. The way he smiled into the kisses he gave you, muttering sweet little nothings to send your mind into haywire. “You’re so cute when you’re surprised,” he mumbled once into your lips after jumping at you from around the corner and making you yelp in shock.
“Speaking of, I have to get ready for that now.” You say, pulling yourself up from the couch.
Yuma watches you as you stretch your limbs, his eyes catching the moment your waist peeked out from under your shirt. Your skin was always so soft to the touch. Before he even realizes, his hands are out in front of him reaching for you. He turns you to face him and wraps his arms around your waist, his eyes looking up at you like you were his goddess.
“One kiss before you go…” he purses his lips at you, his chin resting on your stomach.
How could you say no? You bend down slightly and take his soft lips into yours. You can taste his lip balm. He hums into your mouth.
“Satisfied?” You ask after pulling way.
“Barely,” he pouts and scrunches up his nose.
You giggle and ask him to let go of your already and you didn’t want to be late.
-
The dress you picked out was something you wore rarely. A soft purple dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. The tight dress ended above your knees but had a tendency to ride up as you walked— you’d have to make sure to pull it down every now and then.
After a couple spritzes of your favorite night-out fragrance and strapping on a pair of heels, you grab your handbag and leave for the door.
The sound of your bedroom door wakes Yuma up from his tired daze. He sits up on the couch waiting for you to turn the corner, but before he even lays his eyes on you, the smell of your perfume washes over him. A moment later, you walk into the room and Yuma forgets how to breathe.
Your skin was glowing, your hair fell over your shoulders like in a painting. His eyes scan you from top to bottom, and then back up, over and over again— he couldn’t get enough of you. You notice his gaze on you and you feel the corners of your mouth curling. His eyes are wide and his lips open like he wanted to say something but nothing came out.
“So…what do you think?” You ask, already knowing what his answer would be. You give him a quick twirl, making sure you whip your head just enough so your hair fans out before resting on your bare skin again.
Yuma realizes how stupid he must’ve looked gawking at you and scratches the back of his neck. Looking down and chuckling nervously, he mutters, “You look really good…like really good.”
With a knowing smile, you giggle and lean in to kiss him on his head. “Thanks, love.” His hands instinctively reaches for your waist, tracing the soft indents of your dress.
Your fragrance flood his senses and when you step away to leave, it takes everything in his body to stop himself from pulling you back toward him. He wanted to stare at you like this all night. The back of your dress left nothing to the imagination. His eyes savored the way the fabric stuck to the contours of your back and how it expanded so deliciously to shape your ass.
“Can’t believe everyone there’s gonna get to look at you.” You turn back to see a small pout adorning his lips, a strange glint in his gaze. He’s not even looking at you in the eyes anymore, all of his attention is on your body.
You tilt your head and smile— a smile Yuma wanted to come and swallow up right then and there.
“I’ll be back in a couple hours!”
-
After the fourth attempt, you finally manage to remember the code to your lock. You stumble inside and try to close the door behind you as quietly as possible. You don’t know exactly what time it is but it’s definitely late enough for Yuma to already be in bed.
Yuma heard the lock on the door deny whoever it was outside entry more than once— so much so he started to get worried that someone was trying to break in. But no, once he sees you at the entrance struggling to get your heels off, his worries disappear like they were never there in the first place. And then as fast as they went away, a new wave of worry washes over him as you almost stumble and trip over all the shoes on the floor. He makes his way over to you in less than a second and holds your arms to keep you from falling.
“Woah…you okay?” He catches onto the bittersweet scent of alcohol from you. “How much did you drink?”
“It wasn’t that much,” you slur your words as you reach your hand down to undo the strap on your heels.
“Are you sure? You look pretty out of it right now.”
Yuma wasn’t a stranger to seeing you drunk. The two of you had already gone out to drink together a couple of times but it was always both of you who were drunk. Now Yuma, completely sober and his earlier desire to sleep completely gone, didn’t really know what to do with you.
“Don’t worry, I’m completely fine!” You then proceed to trip over your own feet and fall face first into Yuma’s chest. He smells really nice, you notice.
“Alright okay, let’s get you washed up and into bed as soon as possible.” He guides you to your bedroom with his hand steady on your back and sits you down on the bed.
“Do you think you can take a shower right now?” He asks, worried about whether you’ll even be able to stand on your own.
You hear him but you don’t respond, opting instead to sink into the soft and cool sheets. You hum in response. “It’s fine I’ll just go to bed right away.”
Yuma rolls his eyes and snorts under his breath. “Sorry, love, can’t let you do that. I am not gonna go to bed with you stinking of gin and rum next to me.” You feel a dip in the bed as he sits next to you. “C’mon, love. It won’t take long.”
“Okay fine, but you have to help me in there.” You mumble against his thigh.
Yuma raises an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what you meant—and wishing it meant what he thought you meant. “Huh?”
“You need to help me in the shower, I’ll probably slip and die in there.”
Yuma scoffs despite feeling the heat crawl up the back of his neck. “I’ll run you a bath instead, then.”
“Yay, then I’ll get to drown instead of cracking my head open.” You scrunch up your nose at him.
He sighs before assuring you you weren’t going to drown or bludgeon your head open in the shower. You’re not taking a no for an answer, though— if he wasn’t going to let you go to bed, then the least you could do was try to finally get him in your pants.
You plead, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster up in your drunken state. “Please Yuma, just this once.” You purposely draw out your whines, hoping they’d be enough to crack his composure.
Yuma, on the other hand, was at a crossroads. In the bath? Naked? With you? How could he ever reject something like that? But you were very not sober and he didn’t want to take advantage of you in any way, despite the thoughts of your body up against his swimming through his mind like a virus.
“Baby…I can’t, you’re so dr-”
“It’ll be fine,” you mumble into his thigh, “it’s just a bath.”
You had him trapped, in a figurative headlock, he just couldn’t deny you.
“Alright, fine.” He responds in defeat—little did he know, he was even more thrilled at the idea than you were. “Just don’t say you regret it later,” he mutters under his breath quietly enough for you to not hear him.
-
After running the bath, he returns with a towel, handing it to you, “just leave the laundry here, I’ll handle it.”
You hum in response before lifting your dress up and over your head. Yuma instantly turns around but a small voice kept tempting him in the back of his mind— just how perfect you must’ve looked right in that moment was driving him crazy. But Yuma, being the gentleman he is, stands his ground and waits for you to strip down, resisting even a single peek.
You pout at the way he doesn’t even budge, his back still facing you as you wrap the towel around yourself. You’re determined, though, there’s still a long night ahead of you.
“Your turn, Yuma.” You stand up and snake your arms around his waste, resting your cheek on his broad back.
He just chuckles, “well, I can’t take off my clothes if you're going to trap me like this, can I?”
Yuma takes your hands in his and leads you to the bathroom, his towel was already on the rack. He carefully sits you down on the stool and hands you your cleanser. “Can’t forget your skin either, love.” He sighs, “what would you do without me, hmm?” He gives you a peck on the top of your head.
As you take off your makeup and cleanse your skin to the best of your drunken abilities, Yuma takes his shirt off behind you. Safe to say, your eyes stay locked onto him through the mirror the entire time.
“Stop staring and finish up quickly, the water’s gonna get cold.” He scolds you, a hint of mischief in his voice, his tongue poking at his snaggletooth.
-
The water is warm to the touch, all your muscles relaxing as Yuma steadily helps you into the tub— without once slipping a glance at your exposed body. You start getting impatient and usher him to join you immediately.
“Okay, but you have to close your eyes.” Yuma smirks at your confused pout before you begrudgingly agree.
He slips off the towel that was around his waist and dips his body into the water next to you. He stretches his arm around behind you and brings you closer. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as you both remained quiet.
“How was the party?” Yuma’s voice cuts through the silence.
“Boring,” you mumble into his skin, “spent most of it dodging the sleazebags there.”
Yuma’s eyebrows furrow in concern, “what? Are you okay? What happened?”
“Nothing, they just kept coming up to me. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“What did you do?” His fingers rubbing the soft skin of your arm slowly, his breaths becoming shallow.
“Threw my drink at them and walked away.”
Yuma chuckles, “that’s my girl.” He places a soft kiss on your temple. “Alright, time to get you cleaned up before the water turns cold.”
You just nuzzle deeper into his chest, the way he was cradling you felt so warm.
Yuma starts cupping water over your hair and the parts of your body that wasn’t underwater. Taking a couple pumps of shampoo, he massages his hands into your scalp, making sure he doesn’t cause you any discomfort.
“That feels nice,” you smile into his skin, “we should do this more often.”
“Yeah? Hopefully, that doesn’t mean you come home drunk every other day now.”
“No promises.” You nip at his skin as you continues to run his fingers through your hair.
After washing away the shampoo, he grabs a loofah and pumps some body wash in it. He starts from your shoulders and goes down your arms, scrubbing softly but also enough to clean you off properly. He makes a note to avoid all your sensitive areas, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
“You’re not done yet,” you speak out when he starts to wash the loofah off, “you haven’t scrubbed everywhere, yet.” Your eyes flutter open and you look at Yuma, a teasing glint spilling from your gaze. You’re still quite intoxicated, your eyelids barely open.
Yuma isn’t stupid, he knows exactly what you’re getting at—and god, does he want it just as bad as you do. His mouth stays agape, not knowing how to respond.
“Do it yourself,” he mutters, unsure of what else he could say in this situation.
“I’m actually so tired, love,” you whine, “I can’t even move my limbs.”
“Uh huh,” Yuma does not sound convinced, his snaggletooth poking out as he smirks at you.
“Please, baby,” you run your fingers across his skin, shifting more of your weight onto him.
His tongue is peeking out and he runs it over his bottom lip before hesitantly reaching down to your hips with the loofah.
“You know, the loofah feels rough under the water.” You whisper, “try without it.”
Yuma lets go of the loofah and hesitantly runs his palms down your waist, resting it on your hip, worried about going further.
“It’s okay, love,” you hum, “go ahead.”
Yuma’s mind is already going into overdrive, he can no longer muster up coherent thoughts as his hand drifts down beyond your hip and onto the soft, supple skin of your ass. You hold him closer to you as you bring your arms around his neck, littering his skin with soft pecks and kisses.
Using both of his hands, he rubs the body wash into your skin. He lets out a breath he’s been holding in for who-knows-how-long as he finishes cleaning you off.
Unsatisfied is an understatement for the heat you’re feeling all over your body right now.
“Alright, that should be it,” Yuma places his hand on the wall of the tub, getting ready to get out before he feels your weight shift over onto him.
You gather as much strength as possible before locking his body between your legs, straddling him as you push his back against the wall of the tub.
Yuma’s eyes go wide but his hands immediately go to your sides, your stability questionable as you struggle to hold yourself up with your hands on his shoulders. Your hair is still drenched in water but you realize only now that strands of his hair were also wet and messy against his forehead. He looked so delicious under you, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
“…What’re you doing,” Yuma barely manages to speak as he tries his best to stay focused on your face and not the droplets of water that were trailing down your neck and along the curves of your boobs. A fucking goddess, that’s what you looked like right now.
“You missed a spot,” you take one of his hands and push it down under the water, inching it closer to your pulsating core.
He realizes what you’re doing and stops before you could pull his hand lower, “no I-I shouldn’t. You’re still so drunk.” He only manages to stammer his words out as his mind was in complete disarray.
You shush him and lean down into him, nudging the tip of his nose with yours. “It’s okay, don’t be shy, cutie. I know you’re dying for it, too.”
His lips taste incredible as you close the gap between you—you can’t help but chuckle when you feel his lip quiver. “You’re so pretty like this,” you mumble against his lips.
Yuma feels your tongue against his bottom lip and his own comes out to meet yours. He can taste the faint hint of alcohol leftover on your lips. He chooses to ignore it and brings his arm around you tighter, holding you closer. You whole body was pushed up his now, your boobs pressed into his chest.
You reach your free hand around to dig into his hair and give it a soft tug, making Yuma groan into the kiss.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” Yuma pulls back a little to catch his breath, his eyes lidded and waiting for your next move. His lips plump and red from how much you were sucking on them.
You guide his hand to your cunt, now so wet and hot you couldn’t bare to wait another moment. Yuma stops all of his own movements and allows you take the lead, letting your hand bring his to wherever you wanted to. His vision was blurry, the only thing he could see clearly was the way you looked at him— like something to devour and consume.
“I need you so bad, Yuma.” Yuma’s dick twitched.
Both your breaths were heavy, the air around you even heavier.
You start grinding against his hand. “Please Yuma, you have no idea how much I-”
He can feel your folds on the tips of his fingers. Is he just supposed to sit there and do nothing? Let you do all the work? Watch you ride his hand for as long as it takes to make yourself cum?
No fucking way.
His fingers twitch back to life and they begin following your movements. You feel his fingers reach through your folds and press on your clit. Your tongue comes out to wet your bottom lip before you bite down on it as you grind harder and faster on Yuma’s fingers. Your vision blurs as your eyelids struggle to stay open.
Your slick feels warm on his fingers and he wonders how it’d taste on his tongue. So fucking delicious, the way you rode his fingers, like all of your pleasure was in his hands. How deep your fingers dug into his scalp, making him hiss under his breath. Yuma isn’t that much more composed in comparison— the tides in the water, caused by your movements, brushed against his dick, making him painfully aware of his own state, the throbbing length in between his legs.
“Look at you,” Yuma starts, the words falling off his lips before he knew it. “So fucked out already.”
His insides churned, his breaths heavy as his eyes rake over your entire body down to where your cunt met his fingers sloppily.
His name rolls off your tongue like a mantra, “Yuma, more. Please.”
He rubs harsher circles around your clit. Your moans drive him further off the edge— he needed to devour you whole. With impeccable timing, he pushes a finger into your pussy. So wet and warm inside, his finger slides in with ease. You gasp at the sudden stretch and you feel yourself clenching hard around the intrusion.
“Already so wet for me, huh?” Yuma leans forward to nip at the skin around your nipple. Then he pushes in a second finger, all while rubbing your clit with his thumb.
Your body seizes up and all the remaining strength in your body gives out. Your body drops onto him, you legs shaking under your own weight. Taking this opportunity, Yuma brings the hand that was holding you steady earlier down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before he uses that hand to plunge two fingers into you while his other hand is completely focused on rubbing rough circles on your clit.
The water on the surface of the tub threatens to spill out, purely from how hard and fast his movements are. More of your slick escapes and covers his hands, your cunt a swollen red mess as he works harder and harder at you, pumping his fingers deeper and faster into you.
You can’t hold it anymore, you feel your entire body threatening to crumble, every muscle in your core contracting sporadically. “Yuma, I’m gonna cum.” You moan into his ear, along with his name stringed with more whimpers and whines.
“Cum for me, baby.” Yuma’s voice sends you over the edge.
There it was. Pure, blinding, white pleasure as you lost all grip on your surroundings. Your cunt clenches harder around his fingers, his other hand on your clit sending you into a delicious delirium as his mouth keeps whispering filthy, sinful, pleasure-induced curses into your ear.
Yuma doesn’t stop his movements, he doesn’t want to. He wants to fuck and finger your cum back into you and he wants to keep rubbing your clit until you’re sobbing into his neck. It’s vicious really, the way he keeps going even after you've already come.
Your body can’t take any more. You beg, “Yuma, please-” You don’t get to finish, though, as your body convulses and twitches around his fingers.
Then, finally, Yuma pulls his fingers out. Placing soft, feather-like kisses on your shoulder like he didn’t just send you to heaven and back. The hand that was just relentlessly circling you clit like no tomorrow was now rubbing slow circles on your back.
All you can do is pant on top of him.
His voice vibrates through into your chest, “You okay?”
“So good.” You leave tiny licks and pecks on his neck and shoulder.
Yuma chuckles darkly, “It’s getting cold, we should get out.”
“No,” you push him back down into the tub, “not yet.”
His lips feel like pillows as you slam yours onto them. You push your tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of him. Yuma responds graciously, letting you explore his mouth as he brings his palms up your back, holding you closer and relishing in the way your body feels on his.
“I need you to fuck me,” you moan against his lips. Yuma dick instantly responds, about to burst from all the blood that’s pumping through it. “Right now.”
Yuma would do anything to feel you clench around his cock right this instant. “Baby, I-,” he stammers.
“Please, Yuma.”
He lets out soft pants and shallow breaths, completely at a loss.
“So pretty,” he mumbles. His eyes roam all over your body, eating it all up. He palms up the side of your body, brushing your nipple with his thumb. “I want you really bad, too.” Yuma sighs and brings his hand up to cup your face.
“Then…,” you shift your weight a little to reposition your cunt right over his hard cock. “…just.”
Yuma’s hands are fast enough to reach down to grip your ass, stopping you from going any further.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now, baby. I want to make you cum around my dick over and over again.” He grits his teeth as all his filthy and sinful thoughts flow out like honey. Words so delicious you clench and squeeze around nothing. He licks his lips, his eyes burning holes through yours.
“But now is not the time, love. You’re still drunk.” Yuma looks at you almost apologetically, his gaze soft and his lips curl into a small smile.
You pout and fall into his neck again, whining about how horny you were. But alas, “Fine, I know I can’t change your mind.”
Yuma strokes your hair, “Let’s get you dried up.”
“Wish you weren’t such a good guy,” you mutter as he helps you out of the tub.
Yuma scoffs as he scans over your wet body one last time, your slick still glossy in between your thighs and his dick still rock hard.
note from author: hope you enjoyed! recent black-haired yuma has been absolutely crushing my sanity. requests are open! or if you just have thoughts about yuma (or any &team member) that you wanna share, my inbox is always open!
yuma let out a ragged breath as he felt your nails trail up his stomach to his nipples. he squirmed uncomfortably, the blindfold getting more wet as tears seeped out of his eyes. he let out a muffled groan, an attempt to ask for more.
“what was that? cat got your tongue?” you purred, feather light touches against yuma’s jaw. he groaned pitifully again, his mouth dry against the ball gag as a line of drool snaked its way down his chin.
yuma didn’t know how long he’d been here, how long you’d been playing with him. he had no concept of time or space, save for the space that you took up. even with three of his senses out of commission, he was hyper aware of you. even if he couldn’t see you or taste you or touch you, your scent and words alone left his mind reeling.
“think my sweet yuma can handle another orgasm?” your voice came out soft and sugary, a stark contrast to the position you had yuma in.
yuma could only nod in response, knowing whatever you wanted for him was what he needed. he hissed as he felt something warm and wet against his cock. he arched against his restraints as you took him into your mouth, a whimper leaving his throat. he was sensitive as it is, but having already had three orgasms, he was more sensitive than usual. yuma knew all it would take was one pinch, one slap, one bite, to make his vision go black and have his fourth release of the evening.
(un)lucky for him, you knew this too. a sharp sting to the base of yuma’s cock had him whining, pitiful spurts of white painting his already wet thighs.
“if only you could see how pathetic you look. you’re so filthy, covered in your own cum.”
yuma shivered as you wrapped your hand around his dick, the tip an angry leaking red.
“look at you. you’re still hard. a cumslut, that’s all you’re good for, huh?”
yuma nodded, his dick comprehending your words with a twitch, even if his mind was blank and hazy. after all, nothing was ever enough. not when you were so willing to give, and he was so willing to take. if two things were true, one was that he was a slut and the other was that he was greedy. a dangerous combination.
currently reading: textbooks (but i just finished hamlet !!)
currently watching: ohshc, saiki k, can this love be translated? (already planning my rewatch of sinners) (yes ik i just watched it for the first time last night)
currently craving: red velvet cake 🤤
last song: rocky road to dublin from the sinners soundtrack
ⓘ The news of 6 missing boys spreads like wildfire across your town. Speculation leads to the belief of the paranormal having a role in the case. You, a well renowned medium have been hired to investigate the last place the boys were seen. Equipped with a camera holding the powers to peer into the past, you’re determined to bring the truth of this case to light.
✹ 𝒞. ot6 boynextdoor x reader ౨ৎ Paranormal au, Horror, Angst, Hurt with no comfort, Mental health topics, Major character death, Mentions of suicide, Violence, Gore descriptions, Cannibalism, Cult setting, Religious violence, Set in the 80s, Based off Fatal Frame 1
📌 Park Sungho was the first to disappear ( as reported from the notes of Lee Sanghyeok. ), last seen at the entrance of the forest where the boys were previously seen exiting, it is believed they all went back in to find him. The forest is dark and ominous, yet you still step foot into your first mystery: The first boy to disappear.
📌 Lee Sanghyeok, also referred to as Riwoo by friends, is assumed to be the last boy to go missing. Most information about this case is derived from tattered notes Riwoo left. The last entry was found near an abandoned mind shaft. Aware of the dangers ahead, you continue your journey into the old mines.
ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀Murder, Paranormal, Semi descriptive gore, Horror, Violence, Near main character death, Angst, Occult, Cult mentions
WC TBD
📁 file for case 02
࿐༢ㅤㅤ MYUNG JAEHYUN ( VICTIM 03 )
📌 Myung Jaehyun, the only boy that law enforcement believes is alive. Hikers report seeing him wandering the forest, but hiding when called out to. The last sighting was at the old boat dock everyone refuses to go to because of many rumors about the area being haunted. You’re collecting bruises from the investigation, but you’re eager to find at least one of the boys alive.
📌 Han Dongmin, also known as Taesan; is the case that personally causes you the most anxiety. People report sightings of a ghostly figure covered in blood, others even recount threats being whispered into their ears. Taesan is no doubt an angry ghost. You brace yourself as you head into a dark manor, hoping you’ll make it out alive.
ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Murder, Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Action, Cult mentions, Cannibalism, Religious horror, Near main character death, Occult
WC TBD
📁 file for case 04
࿐༢ㅤㅤ KIM DONGHYUN ( VICTIM 05 )
📌 Kim Donghyun, the one you have absolutely no idea about. No matter how much you searched, zero information has been provided on this mysterious man. You travel further into the manor, completely unaware of what you may discover. All you have is your camera, and a faint voice beckoning you to travel further into the dark manor.
📌 Finally, the last case, Kim Woonhak. Throughout your journey, you’ve picked up tape recordings echoing his voice, and in a way, he’s been guiding you all along. Carrying battle scars and running off pure adrenaline, you make your way to the abandoned cult settlement, your final destination.
ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Cult, Religious horror, Main character death, Skin ship
WC TBD
📁 file for case 06
a/n : HERE SHE ISS AND IM SOO EXCITED TO START WRITING AGAINN! I’d also like to say, if you don’t like heavy topics like this, scroll! I am not putting up with hate istg.
i fear i have dug myself into writer’s block again… except i DO have ideas, it’s just so hard for me to sit down and actually write. i get so little free time >•< but im hoping i can whip something up for this friday… we’ll see…
i fear i have dug myself into writer’s block again… except i DO have ideas, it’s just so hard for me to sit down and actually write. i get so little free time >•< but im hoping i can whip something up for this friday… we’ll see…
sungho loved it when you praised him. he loved the way you cooed at him after you dressed him in an oversized sweater and slipped clips with ribbons into his hair. you’re so pretty, you’d say, and his cheeks would turn to a shade of rose. but he knew how pretty he looked–you told him all the time, after all. he especially knew it when you sat him down in front of your full-length mirror and jacked him off over his lacy panties, watching himself get lost in the feeling and being reduced to a drooling mess. it almost always ended in overstimulation, his panties being so soaked that they were practically sheer. his cock would be left a throbbing red, regardless of how many times you milked him. all because of that one word: pretty.
rule one: when something is pretty, show it off.
that’s what you told him, anyway. so even if sungho was a bit embarrassed to go out grocery shopping with you in a frilly little skirt, he did anyway because he knew you would coo at him the whole time, telling him how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. and when you both got home, of course, you would show sungho how proud you were, even allowing him to pick out which lingerie he would wear that night. although, he usually still struggled to choose and he would turn to you for help. awe, is my pretty doll having trouble thinking? don’t worry, i can decide for you. when those words leave your mouth, sungho becomes putty in your hands, nodding and blushing as he tries (and fails) to hide his growing erection.
rule two: when something is pretty, it’s impossible not to admire it.
sungho loved the spotlight–your spotlight. he loved your gaze, that twinkle in your eye that told him he was the most beautiful thing in the entirety of the universe. he obeyed you when you positioned him in front of your camera, snapping shots of him both naked and partially clothed. he blushed as you showed him the photos, you murmuring about how one particular one would look good on a postcard. sungho’s photos would be everywhere–your apartment walls, in your car’s glove box, in your wallet. they were the next best thing to the original, you told him. sometimes you also took photos of him in the bath, in between rinsing his hair and rubbing the loofah over his soft skin. he felt especially pretty then, sinking into your touch as you ran your hands over his body like he was something sacred to be worshipped.
rule three: when something is pretty, it’d be rude not to share.
it was your idea, of course. after all, you already had a camera and a pretty, willing participant. once every week, sungho would find himself in front of the camera, this time in various positions on the bed, but always wearing a cute pair of lingerie. you’d start by talking to the viewers of the livestream while barely ghosting your hand over his already painfully hard dick. sometimes you’d give shoutouts as you pushed the dildo already inside sungho deeper into him, making him embarrassingly closer to cumming. it wouldn’t ever take you long to finally fuck him how he likes, all the while touching him as though he were a delicate doll made of porcelain. isn’t he so pretty, everyone? look at the way his cheeks flush. he’d make a mess on himself, cum pooling on his lower stomach as he tried to get his whimpering under control. you’d read the comments from the viewers out loud to him just to tease him, leaving him begging for more. after all, he knew he was pretty and he loved putting on a show.
quick lil writing tag game! bc ur brain is a muscle and writing is the lifting 🫶 inspired by this post
rules : take 100-150 words of ur most recent draft and rec a song that goes w it! then tag 5+ writers
hehe! npt: @hollyoongs @taestulipss @moesthinking @ivehan @coriihanniee @niiqv @lovehyeonie @kisskeon @everaftercin @beomtomie @kaikaikoi @starriniqhts @tobiotaesan @woongelaatin @astrae4 (if u dk me hi its seul i have new blog now lmaoo)
fic leak under cut
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and he is sinking. he can feel it, in the depths of his soul and the marrow of his bones. he can feel the grief leaking in through the cracked walls of his heart, haphazardly put back together after shattering at the loss of you, his soulmate.
and the worst part, james knows, is that you aren’t there to see your shadows, together, dancing on the wall as the last dregs of daylight filter in through the blinds.
he can’t hug you when you’ve had a bad day anymore. he can’t kiss your forehead when you’re sick, he can’t make you breakfast in the morning, he can’t drive you to work when you’re running late, he can’t try and convince you to skip work and stay in with him anymore.
and when he lets the grief pour in, just for a moment, he catches himself mourning what could have been.
After lunch, when the staff gathers briefly in the teachers’ lounge for a quick coffee, Jaehyun settles into a chair, lifting his mug and taking a slow sip, eyes half-closed in calm reflection on the chaos of the morning.
Across the room, one of the other teachers leans over, lowering their voice conspiratorially. “Why does Sungho run away every time you appear?”
Jaehyun blinks, staring into his coffee as if the question requires deep contemplation. “…Excellent question,” he murmurs, voice quiet, almost neutral, though a faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
From the far side of the room, Sungho stiffens, his gaze catching the mention of his name. He knocks over a chair in his panic— not badly, but enough to draw attention— and starts walking toward the door faster than necessary. His back is rigid, every step calculated to escape the proximity he secretly dreads. A few heads glance at the sound, eyebrows raised, and he mutters something inaudible about needing “fresh air.”
Jaehyun doesn’t react beyond a slow sip of coffee, allowing the scene to play out.
Your third and last year of high school, something you’ve been waiting for since you were little. Throughout your time in school, many had high expectations for you. You’ve been elected for student council president ever since middle school, along with having the top marks in your class. Of course, that wouldn’t change this year. You’ve planned it all in your journal; the same objective, the same you. Run for your sixth year as student council president, and graduate at the top of your class. No distractions either, you won’t let anything bring you down this year.
Your schedule is filled to the brim with complicated classes, you ignored the people who told you to take it easy for your last year, you won’t let laziness ruin your goals; you never have. Every accelerated class helps increase your already outstanding GPA, no matter how much the workload is you'll push through anyway.
Which brings you to chemistry, the class you dread walking to everyday. Ever since you became acquainted with Myung Jaehyun, the captain of the basketball team who happens to be one of the most incompetent people you know. He bugs you for the answers, peeks at your paper during assessments thinking you don’t notice, but of course you do. No matter how many times you confront him, he only offers you a smile and plays it off, only fueling your anger.
It's completely unlike you. Usually, you’re willing to help people struggling like him. Though you just can’t ignore his witty comments and sly looks, and by god how cute he is. Myung Jaehyun is a huge distraction, aka an obstacle in the way of your goal. Sure, you’ve gawked over boys before, every girl has, but Jaehyun happens to make your heart flutter in a way that no other guy has before.
“Heyy, miss pres? You’re daydreaming again.”
npt : @riuscheri @myungajs @leeknowramona @gentiliana + anyone else who wants to join!
they all slept early that night excited to prepare for their day in the morning— well, except for dongmin. all he could think about was donghyun. sure, he missed his other friends, although donghyun hasn't been as active online recently. it's always usually the same people texting in the group chat, woonhak, sanghyeok, and jaehyun blowing up everyone's phones. donghyun rarely checked his phone normally, only coming in to chat from time to time, especially now that they were all hyped to meet up with each other after ages, but specifically leehan barely dropped life updates now. it got dongmin thinking all kinds of thoughts, like how has he been? what's his current job? is he still studying? does he still care for his silly fish?
"this is minju, my girlfriend." donghyun announced proudly with a smile. dongmin's face dropped.
from the start - laufey
tagging - @mykaneptune @starriniqhts @izzyreadsstuff @verseofmin @ihanzzn @ziziforsan @ivehan @taestulipss + anyone else who wants to join
inspired by @beomtomie i shall also share my yaoi (cat dads gfz haha)
Dongmin’s arms fall limply at his sides, and one of his bag straps slides down his shoulder. Shaking his head, he mutters, “Donghyun, you were supposed to get rid of her before I came back today, not name the cat and coddle it like you’re already planning to keep her.”
The other boy refuses to meet his eyes, looking straight at the now pliant cat, scratching behind her ears as she leans in with a satisfied purr. “Can’t we?” he asks quietly.
“She just knocked over my last packet of ramyeon, do you really think I’m about to say yes to you right now?”
“It was an accident.” Another pout, a sad one. Then a mumble, “And you always say yes to me.”
He looks so much like a wounded animal that Dongmin can’t help but feel cruel, even if his rationale screams at him that he hasn’t done anything wrong. But it's the way Donghyun’s voice catches at the ‘me’, a careful tap that implies that Dongmin reserves his yes-es for him alone, and pressing down any firmer on the word gives a whole different meaning to what they are to each other.
Neither of them wants to open that can of worms, not right now, not ever.
kiss a kitty - chuu
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wip that may or may not see the light of day, can you guess the premise?
“i said pick it up,” jinwoo repeats, “kim heeju - it seems that not only can you not tell the time, you also can’t understand korean.”
heeju’s jaw clenches as you slowly moves to pick up the rest of the papers - profiles, pictures, printed out slides and proposals. you can almost hear it - the way her patience snaps like a brittle twig.
“you know what?” she looks around before tossing out the papers back onto the floor, “you can pick it up yourself!”
you curse as the papers smack directly into your face, blowing han taesan’s profile picture out of your face as jinwoo scoffs.
“what did you say?”
“you heard me,” heeju says, “i am not picking those up - not when you demand it so rudely!”
please shut up, you pray to whatever god is listening.
🎵 jump by madonna
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akin to the sun and moon, the pair of you were worlds apart.
there was kei, the studious intellectual. college was no more than a walk in the park for someone like him, having logged countless hours studying. he was like a golden retriever, always being the first to volunteer to tutor others or to assist a professor with grading papers. some called him a know-it-all, annoying. if only others could see him the way you did.
then there was you, the quiet slacker. college was more like a living hell for someone like you, having your workload pile up while you procrastinated even things you enjoyed. you were like a black cat, going out of your way to avoid people and to make yourself smaller, less noticeable. some called you mean, unapproachable. if only they took the time to learn the truth.
this is from rosy's ask that i'm working on :3 the song that i would pair with this is actually also the name of the work, that classmate by mulasaki ima
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