Cockwarming W/ Irene Bae

Thank you for tagging me, I’m supes late tho sorry ;-;

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts / I have blond hair / I often wear sweatshirts / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothing / I have one or two piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have or have had braces / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear make-up / I don't often smile / resting bitch face / I play sports / I play an instrument / I know more than one language / I can cook or bake / I like to write / I like to read / I can multitask / I've never dated anyone / I have a best friend I've known for five years / I am an only child

Tags 🏷️: @alcoholfreenayeon @myoui-rkive @knightyoomyoui (no pressure~)

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

Pretty Satang

Nayeon noooo 😞

trust?

Nayeon discovers that her girlfriend, Y/N, has been hiding a serious illness, leading to a painful confrontation that threatens to break their relationship apart.

tags :: angst, illness, arguments

wc :: 1,571

cast :: nayeon, y/n

song :: waiting room - pheobe bridgers

Nayeon stands in the kitchen, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepares dinner. The familiar sounds of sizzling vegetables and the rhythmic chop of the knife do little to calm the growing unease in her chest. You’re late—again. It’s been happening more frequently, and Nayeon can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

She glances at the clock, her worry deepening. Over an hour has passed since you were supposed to be home. Her phone sits silent on the counter, no response to the texts she’s sent. Anxiety gnaws at her, and she tries to push it down, telling herself that you’re just caught up at work, as usual. But a part of her knows that’s not the full truth.

Something has been off for months. She’s noticed it in the way you’ve been distant, the way your laughter doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. You’ve been coming home late, your face pale and tired, the dark circles under your eyes growing more prominent. Every time she tries to ask, you brush it off, claiming it’s just stress. But Nayeon knows you better than that.

The front door creaks open, and she feels a mix of relief and dread. She turns off the stove and moves to the entrance, forcing a smile as you step inside. You look exhausted, your shoulders slumped and your skin pale, as if all the life has been drained out of you.

“Hey, you’re home,” Nayeon says, trying to keep her voice light, though it trembles with worry. “I was starting to get worried.”

You offer a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, got held up at work.”

Nayeon studies your face, her heart aching at how tired you look. She steps closer, reaching out to touch your cheek, hoping to offer some comfort, but you flinch away before she can make contact. The small movement stabs at her heart, a confirmation of the distance that’s grown between you.

“What’s going on?” Nayeon asks softly, her voice filled with concern.

“Nothing,” you reply quickly, too quickly, as you move past her towards the bedroom. “I just need to change.”

She follows you, her worry growing with every step. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks. You’re always tired, you’re late, and you never tell me where you’ve been. I’m worried about you.”

You pause in the doorway of the bedroom, your back to her. “I told you, I’m just stressed. Work’s been a lot.”

Nayeon hears the fatigue in your voice, but it doesn’t explain everything. “I know work is hard, but this feels different,” she says, her voice trembling. “I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

You don’t respond, and the silence is deafening. Nayeon’s heart pounds in her chest as she waits, hoping for some kind of reassurance. But when you don’t say anything, the fear she’s been trying to suppress bubbles to the surface.

“Please, don’t shut me out,” she whispers, taking a step closer, her voice pleading.

Your shoulders tense, and for a moment, Nayeon thinks you might finally open up. But then you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you say, your voice flat. “I’m just tired, Nayeon. Can we drop it?”

Her heart sinks at your words. She wants to believe you, but the emptiness in your eyes tells her something else entirely. She nods slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Okay,” she murmurs, though it feels like a lie. “I’ll go finish dinner.”

You don’t say anything as you walk into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Nayeon stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you.

As she turns to head back to the kitchen, something catches her eye. Your bag is lying on the floor, half-open, with a small bottle of pills peeking out. Nayeon hesitates, guilt pricking at her conscience as she considers going through your things. But the worry in her chest pushes her forward.

She kneels down and gently pulls the bag open, her breath catching when she sees the bottle of pills. Her hands tremble as she picks it up, turning it over to read the label. It’s a prescription she’s never seen before, and the name of the medication sends a chill down her spine.

She’s not a doctor, but she recognizes the name. The drug is used to treat a serious, chronic illness—something much more than just stress or fatigue. Her heart races as she tries to process what she’s seeing. You’ve been taking these pills, hiding them from her, hiding your illness.

“Y/N?” Nayeon calls out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

The bedroom door opens, and you step out, your face going pale as you see the bottle in her hand.

“Nayeon, I can explain—”

“Explain?” Her voice shakes, tears welling up in her eyes. “Explain what? That you’ve been sick this whole time and didn’t tell me? That you’ve been hiding it from me?”

Your face crumples, guilt and regret etched in every line. “I didn’t want you to worry,” you say, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want to burden you with—”

“Burden me?” Nayeon’s voice rises, the anger taking over as she steps closer to you, her grip tightening on the pill bottle. “How could you think that? We’re supposed to be in this together. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle. You don’t get to shut me out like this.”

Tears begin to stream down your face as you shake your head, looking more broken than she’s ever seen you. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I didn’t want you to feel trapped, like you had to take care of me. I thought I could handle it on my own.”

“Well, you can’t!” The words burst out of her, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “You’re not handling it, Y/N. You’re falling apart, and I’m watching you slip away from me, and I don’t even know why!”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice so small, so full of pain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough, Y/N.” Nayeon’s voice shakes, the hurt and betrayal cutting deep. “You lied to me. You made me feel like I was going crazy, like I was imagining things. And now... now I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

The room falls into a heavy silence, the air thick with the weight of her words. You look at her, your face crumpling as the reality of what you’ve done sinks in.

“Nayeon, please,” you beg, reaching out to her, desperate to bridge the gap between you. But she takes a step back, shaking her head, her heart breaking at the sight of you so vulnerable, so lost.

“No,” she says, her voice firm even as tears blur her vision. “You don’t get to ask me to forgive you right now. You don’t get to make this okay. Not after what you’ve done.”

Your hand falls back to your side, and you swallow hard, tears streaming down your face. “I... I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared.”

“We could have been scared together,” she whispers, her voice barely holding together. “But now... now I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and you almost collapse under the weight of them. The room is suffocating, filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths and the unbearable tension hanging between you.

“I think you should go,” Nayeon finally says, her voice hollow, devoid of the love that once filled it. The words feel foreign on her tongue, but she can’t see another way out of the spiral you’re both trapped in.

Your breath hitches, your eyes widening with a fresh wave of panic. “Nayeon, please...”

“Just go,” she repeats, turning her back on you, unable to bear the sight of your shattered expression. “I need some time to think.”

You don’t move at first, as if frozen in place by the realization that you’ve truly hurt her, that you might have lost her. But then you take a shaky breath, forcing your legs to carry you toward the door. Each step is heavy, filled with regret and sorrow that you both know will linger long after tonight.

You reach the door, your hand grasping the handle as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You turn back one last time, hoping—praying—that she’ll stop you, that she’ll say something, anything, to make this right. But Nayeon stands with her back to you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

With a sob of your own, you open the door and step out into the cold night. The door closes behind you, the sound echoing in your heart like the finality of something precious slipping away.

You walk away, the cool night air biting at your skin as tears stream down your face. You thought you were protecting her, sparing her the pain of knowing, but all you’ve done is push her away. The love of your life, the one person you thought you could protect by keeping your illness a secret, is now out of reach.

As you wander aimlessly, your thoughts a whirlwind of regret and anguish, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve lost

Cute man 🫠

[240816] sooyaaa__: Date with Seulgi 🍑

「 ✦ Day 1: Pegging + Hand holding ✦ 」

(This is my first time actually writing smut down and my first kinktober, I hope you enjoy)

TW: 18+, Mommy kink, Anal, Praise kink, Minor orgasm denial.

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“Good girl darling, taking mommy so well” mommy says thrusting deeper into me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“M-mommy” I moan out reaching for her hand, “oh~ does baby wanna hold mommy’s hand?” She asks teasingly thrusting again. My hand clenches around nothing from how good the thrusts are.

“M-mommy please” I stretch my hand towards hers. Finally getting her hand in mine I squeeze with every thrust given, “m-mommy I’m clo-“ “don’t you dare cum” mommy cuts, “good girls wait for their mommy to cum first don’t they?” She asks evilly thrusting deeper and deeper reaching the deepest parts in me.

Every thrust feels like heaven and hell from how long I have to hold my climax in before mommy cums. Squeezing her hand again a roll over with mommy still in me. Watching mommy’s concentrated face always turns me on from how hot it is.

Wanting to cum fast, I squeeze my cheeks around mommy’s dick thrusting in me, she loves it when I do that, hearing mommy moan always makes me happy.

Every time she thrusts I squeeze tighter and tighter knowing it won’t be long before mommy can’t take it anymore, “b-baby girl I’m close, k-keep squeezing just like that” mommy moans.

Getting impatient I lock my legs around mommy’s waist, pulling her closer and even deeper into my ass, squeezing around her dick, mommy’s thrust start to slow done before finally I feel her release all that pent-up goodness in my ass, cumming myself after feeling mommy release in me.

“April!” “Mommy!” Mommy and I moan at the same time, thrusting slower to ride out our orgasms, mommy slowly pulls out before laying me back down on the bed.

“Did I do good?” I ask panting, wiping the sweat from my forehead, “always baby girl” mommy says leaning down to lay a kiss on my forehead. Getting up again mommy goes to our en-suite to get a clothe to clean me up, coming back with the clothe in hand Mommy gently wipes away the cum stuck to my thighs and leaking down my legs. After she’s done cleaning me mommy goes back into the bathroom to clean herself.

Coming back out, mommy climbs into bed with me pulling me closer to her to cuddle, placing kisses all over my face every now and then, “was there anything you didn’t like baby?” Mommy softly asks stroking my cheek, “no mommy, it was perfect” I said snuggling closer to her chest, “okay darling get some rest” mommy kisses my forehead one last time, before I squish my face into her chest and doze off.

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The end!

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HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY — ⌞ karina, winter smau⌝

⟢ pairing(s): karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

⟢ genre: social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

⟢ warnings: main character is an original character, insults, swearing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), may add on.

⟢ status: on going.

⟢ featuring: aespa, and members of le sserafim, exo, blackpink, nct, red velvet and fromis_9.

— profiles:

profiles 1 | profiles 2 | profiles 3

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

• chapter 2.

• chapter 3.

• chapter 4.

• chapter 5.

• chapter 6.

• chapter 7.

• chapter 8.

• chapter 9.

• chapter 10. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 11.

• chapter 12.

• chapter 13.

• chapter 14.

• chapter 15.

• chapter 16.

• chapter 17.

• chapter 18.

• chapter 19.

• chapter 20.

• chapter 21.

• chapter 22.

• chapter 23.

• chapter 24.

• chapter 25.

• chapter 26.

• chapter 27.

• chapter 28.

• chapter 29.

• chapter 30. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 31.

• chapter 32.

• chapter 33.

• chapter 34. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 35.

• chapter 36.

Get to know me:

You can call me Hwa for now, only till I really know you will you get my actual name. I’m currently 19 but will be turning 20 soon in a few months I just turned 20 a few days ago.

I go by She/Her pronouns but you can use whatever feminine pronouns for me. I’m bi-romantic homosexual, but still tryna figure my sexuality out

I’m still very new to tumblr so excuse my lack of tumblr knowledge, especially this introduction, (I promise it’ll get better once I learn the basics of tumblr) and I will also using affectionate terms when talking (ie; dear, lovey, sweetheart, etc)

I love reading, writing and listening to music, my favourite genre of music is Kpop

A few of my ult and favourite Kpop groups are;

Ults; Mamamoo, (G)I-dle, Twice and Dreamcatcher.

Favourites: Purple kiss, Itzy, Le Sserafim, NewJeans, Red Velvet, AOA, StayC, Viviz, GFriend, Kard, Nmixx and many others.

As you can see from my stan list, I love a lot of girl groups, but my favourite boy groups would be; TXT, Seventeen, and ATEEZ tho I’m still getting to know Seventeen and ATEEZ.

I’ll be posting oneshots and little drabbles here as soon as I learn the basics of this site and am confident enough to post my work, thank you for reading this far, have a fantastic day/night further.

This is still a work in process intro, but I’m slowly learning how to use tumblr so please bare with me

I wanna create like more content but I don’t time to with how tired I am after work 😭

I’m weak for JiChaeng

jichaeng hcs? sfw&nsfw?

AN: Hey, saw that it was your birthday a couple days ago on my tl. I’d have posted this sooner if I knew that. Happy belated birthday I guess🎂.

JiChaeng HCs

SFW HCs

Things were quite awkward between these two for a long time. In more ways than one. Chaeyoung had always been quite formal and for the first couple years, even a little scared of Jihyo. However, over time she had also developed a crush on her.

Jihyo on the other hand had always been a little unsure of how to be around Chaeyoung. She thought of her as quite cute but struggled to balance between treating her as one of the youngest and as a friend. She felt annoyed by this and made an effort to spend more time with Chaeyoung to try to get rid of the barrier and it worked….till she realized that now the only thing on her mind was Chaeyoung.

Despite the two getting closer, Chaeyoung chalked the crush off, believing that things won’t ever go anywhere between them. But spending lots of time with Jihyo both at work and outside of it made it quite difficult to get over it.

While Jihyo was really frustrated because she didn’t know how to proceed things further and eventually ended up confiding in Nayeon about her situation. She expected some teasing and some good advice from her. What she didn’t expect was to be told that Chaeyoung had a crush on her too.

After a nervous confession by Jihyo, Chaeyoung shyly admitted that she did indeed feel the same way and the two finally started dating.

Jihyo insisted on teaching Chaeyoung how to play tennis despite Chaeyoung protesting that she’s not a sporty person. Chaeyoung ended up becoming surprisingly good at it, mostly due to how unorthodox and lazy her play style was, beating Jihyo more times than you might expect.

Jihyo started to cook more because she wanted to make Chaeyoung’s favorite meals and it’s also her way to express her affections.

Chaeyoung developed a habit of sleeping with her face buried in Jihyo’s chest with an arm wrapped around her.

They both secretly wrote a song about the other, wanting to present it at their anniversary.

They watch shows together but often get way too invested in it and it’s a struggle for them to be patient and not watch it without the other. Jihyo once had a free morning while Chaeyoung did not and ended up watching an episode on her own and felt very guilty. Unbeknownst to her, Chaeyoung had already secretly watched that episode the night before while Jihyo slept. Regardless, they both watched it again later that day trying to act surprised at the parts so the other thinks they watched it for the first time.

NSFW HCs

As you might expect, Jihyo is the dom and Chaeyoung is the sub.

Jihyo secretly loves the authority she has over Chaeyoung and often orders her around although sometimes it’s just to tease her.

Jihyo could literally order Chaeyoung to get on her knees at any point and Chaeyoung would obey almost instinctively.

Chaeyoung likes to play with Jihyo’s boobs absentmindedly while watching something.

Their interests don’t always gel but they have ideas to make it interesting. Like Jihyo dragging Chaeyoung away to the bathroom for a quickie when she got somewhat bored while visiting a museum or Chaeyoung feeling tired of tennis after a couple rounds and telling Jihyo that she’d rather serve her than the ball….

Dahyun found about them dating when she heard sounds of a movie she really liked coming from the living room only to walk in to Jihyo making out with Chaeyoung while fingering.

Chaeyoung’s wax play fits in well with Jihyo’s sensitive chest, it’s one of the few times Chaeyoung eagerly takes charge.

Jihyo was really surprised by how explicit and suggestive Chaeyoung can be over text, whether it’s innuendos, pictures or just something straight up outrageous. She doesn’t mind that though, in fact she takes it as a challenge to turn the suggestive confident texting Chaeyoung into a whimpering mess as soon as possible.

Chaeyoung often ends up leaving bite marks on Jihyo’s shoulder.

Jihyo will often catch Chaeyoung staring at her and will tease her about it.

horse yuri yayyy

(ive never drawn ponies before i hope they look fine)