#scrinja

[badheart]

"miss ito." he'd offer a smile that did not match with the tired look of his eyes. the dark circles underneath them had become such a staple, that it would be odd to see him without them. all those nights of poor sleep, taking a toll on him. sangwoo hadn't expected to see her again, but fate was a funny thing—to think they'd meet again at a convenience store was almost too cruel, but the timing was right. he sported his usual black cap after coming down from the mountains. another body, another burial & she'd be none the wiser. "what a surprise to see you again. how have you been?"

"Hm, who?" Her friend circle was rather small, so it was always rather surprising if someone recognised her, might be someone from work, but upon looking down, she was met with a more youthful gaze. "Oh, Sangwoo-?!" Trying her hardest not to laugh in this moment - even a little bit, his surname sure was something, but who would not be surprised upon seeing him, he sure was an appearance.

"It's always a joy to see you again," she smiled with the brightest smile, she could offer. He was so polite. "I've been good, thanks for asking. I see, you've been doing well, too?" she assumed, but also never expecting anyone to suddenly open up, it simply was the usual small talk, not expecting anything. Especially not from a grown up, even if still young. "Any big plans for tonight?" He had done the mistake to start, and she would always indulge in any kind of talk and keep it going.

#╳ ——「 query.」 #scrinja

[erloeser-a]

ʘ‿ʘ her neediness

NOT ACCEPTING | 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄? ➥ @scrinja

           “...hah, r..really?” she gasps, as if stung by his words & in fact, they pierce her heart so deliciously. “thank you...i..i think you’re really handsome as well, sangwoo.” this one was definitely going into the books; where she’d keep extensive fantasies about them. dirty paged filled & filled. “..thank you so much!” right next to those chopsticks. 

#scrinja #﹛ ＃ au . ﹜ ♥ 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 . #﹛ ＃ ask . ﹜ ♥ 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 . #( THE NEEDINESS YES AJHSJA ) #( she just carries the chopsticks around like lil trophies ) #( they're never washed tho :/ )

[bclasaeg]

//  If there was an emotion Ueda thought he didn’t deserve to feel was the feeling of jealousy. Every horrible thing to happen, every good thing taken away- he deserved it all. Especially if there was someone far better.

    Sangwoo seemed to be the only rival that fell into Min Jieun’s small category of possible suitors. Watching from the soundboard across the stage, he felt fear with how good their chemistry was but the fact he didn’t show for the after-party allowed some relief, especially when Min Jieun painstakingly invited everyone out for it. 

  However he hardly could enjoy himself for long as Jieun suddenly up and left in the middle. With how tired she looked, Ueda quickly ran after her a few moments later to check if she was alright only to be hit with that ugly feeling again. So it was Sangwoo who called her down.

     It was fine. He probably deserved it. He shouldn’t go near them anymore. Let them be a couple. Let them... 

       And yet there he was, sliding in the empty seat across Sangwoo the next day. 

    “ Hey... mind if I sit here...? It’s pretty crowded everywhere else... ”

@scrinja​

#scrinja #—《 warning: white knight 》 “ ueda ” ⁽ ᶦᶜ ⁾ —

[ichiigotsukii]

@scrinja​

“Oh shit!” Milo cursed under his breath as the camera flash went off, earning stares from the café tables beside the one he was currently taking his lunch break at. Why was flash on when he was indoors? Ah right? Last night’s walk, he’d seen the cutest cat. Sure the flash had spooked it but at least he had the memory.

He glances quickly at the subject of his ruined photograph and then away. The guy was alone this time, yet just as photogenic. The girl he’d been with last time looked like a model with how pretty she was so maybe this guy was a model too? Maybe candid photos of this guy would sell for a lot online then. Or some paparazzi who knew this guy.

He quickly turns flash off and raises his camera covertly to try and snag another picture.

#hope this is alright lemme know if you need a change #milo post #scrinja

[dismalest]

In need of @scrinja​ and his touch.

      There was always a hesitance in every action Bum had committed to around his overlooking esteemed sweetheart. Whether it be washing dishes, or getting his laundry-- cooking dinner, or even laying beside him at night. The feeling of his eyes on Bum’s grotesque form never seemed to disappear. Even days as he waited for the blond-haired man’s return, it felt that he still knew every little thing Bum was doing, without even being present.

    The chains that allowed limited exploration of the home, along with keeping him from any petty attempts of escape were loud, and uncomfortable against Bum’s thin ankle. A prisoner, he truly felt-- but for the sake of keeping company of a man who was capable of killing him as soon he deemed his worth useless.

     Pale, thin fingers ran along the chains as he sat on the floor of the hall. The layout of his usual routine as he waited for Sangwoo around this time, always to greet him like a puppy excited to see its master. Dark eyes trained on the door as he positioned himself more comfortably off his legs-- the chain dragging against the hard wood floor. Anxiety set in as the frail brunette awaited-- fear that his beloved would come home in a bad mood.

       ❝ Welcome home-- I missed you, ❞

#scrinja #⌜ ic. ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᴱ. #⌜ threads ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱˢᵃᵃᶜ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈⁱᵒᵗ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵏ. #⌜ verse i. ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ?

[asocier]

@scrinja || xxxx

          in response to his question, leah gives him a smile in return, a hand underneath her chin while her elbow rested against the table. “if i didn’t really want to stay, i wouldn’t have considered it so much in the first place, right?” it’d be a lie to say she didn’t take their relationship into consideration, however. but that was normal, wasn’t it? “it’s not just because of you, if that’s what you’re trying to get at. but -- maybe some of it has to do with you. just a little.” and she playfully emphasizes “a little” with her index finger and thumb, the two close but not touching as she holds a hand close to her face. 

#continuations; #scrinja

[starblossomed]

@scrinja​

A soft hum escaped her lips as she walked down the sidewalk. Thankfully she was on a small break now so she didn’t have to worry about anything really. Well, there were things she had to worry about, but right now wasn’t her concern. While walking, she noticed the person in front of her dropped something.

She picked up the wallet and took a faster pace to catch up to him. Naomi gently tapped his shoulder, head tilted to the side.

“Excuse me.”

#━☆⌒*. vacation verse. ( naomi ) #scrinja #I dunno anything about where your character is from I'm so sorry.

[sonderrow-moved]

@scrinja​ was arrested.

It was during the time Archer was still in protective custody, although, soon enough, the both of them wouldn’t be anymore. When the news were still talking of his name, albeit more in an economy crash way than a murderous way. The gory type of naming would be for his new cellmate who would break the tranquility he at least had cultivated.

Archer was out of touch in the news, with his mind elsewhere, like none of this was real. How deep in shit he was, and how incredibly filthy everything around him felt. Laying down on the upper bunk bed of the cell, the raven’s head didn’t budge from his book as he heard words his filled head couldn’t listen to, and a large, tall figure being violently shoved by two guards inside the cell, before the rattling of it closing was heard.

He didn’t want to say hi. He didn’t want to introduce himself. Chances are, this sole person he’d spend the next days, weeks, months with was thinking the same.

Though how long could two people be cut from anyone else before they had to communicate ?

#. Kessler was ( past ic ) #scrinja

[lifesliced-a]

❝ i don’t need to know about what you do when the sun goes down. ❞   — @scrinja​​ / listen.

#( ⤷ PLAYER ) ◜ ADACHI NANA #( ⤷ VERSE ) ◜ PRIMARY #scrinja

[ekleipsi]

--- A simple heist on her own, as working with partners often ended so poorly...perhaps it was her greedy nature. Being so selfish that she sought to keep all the gold and the jewels to herself. Nonetheless, the jewelry store had been easy to break into on its own and the alarm was a breeze for someone as small as her- infrared lighting just the same. 

--- Soon enough, she’d slipped free of the entire place with a small sack of delicate goods and bright jewels. Braids kept her dark hair tied back and away from her face, and the all black ensemble looked classy thought for the right person, might have seemed suspicious. 

--- A glance over her shoulder at the sound of heavy footfalls distracted her from the broad male right in front of her; coupled with the police lights flashing just around the corner and spilling the back of goods onto the ground? A sharp inhale had dark orbs lifting to meet the other before she dropped quickly to the ground. ‘ Damnit...sorry, sorry... ‘ quick and quiet apologies to try and not draw attention to herself. A few chains embedded with precious gems were stuffed back into the bag before a car pulled around the corner. 

--- In a quick panick, she exhaled a sharp and heavy noise and dug fingers into the front of the stranger’s jacket, pulling him into the closest alley and peeking around the corner. So shamelessly using his larger physique to hide her own behind, at least until the lights had passed. ‘ Fucking police... ‘ 

@scrinja​

#hellfire viper | nefertari |--; #scrinja #hope this is okay? lmk if u should change something alskdja

[badheart]

“you have such thin legs” sangwoo commented after having stared at them for a while now, wondering just how fragile they must be. it gave her a sick appearance, which lead to him wondering how she looked before her accident. even stuck in the wheelchair, she didn’t appear to have gained much weight. “not surprising when you’re this small.” he teased, glancing up back at her face & smiling. ( just @ me. I’m on mobile & too lazy to switch accounts )

"No shit, I'm basically a super model now," she joked and run one of her hands over her legs, while the other held at the side of her wheelchair, careful not to lose her balance when leaning forward. Meanwhile she had to smirk, seems like he had been looking at them quite a bit, though it was probably just some morbid fascination, like when watching an accident happen. There was nothing pretty about them anymore, unless he seriously liked the more bony look.

"Huh, is that supposed to insult me? If you had come a few years earlier, I would have easily knocked you down to the floor." She had been once a participant of a judo class, though baseball had interested her a bit more. "I don't mind being small." And men usually liked it. Thinking for a moment about Idachi and how easily he could pick her up, if he would do it. The thought made her smile, hoping to see him soon again. "What I would mind is ending up fat, imagine... I rather kill myself then." They had been one of her favorite targets; they were easy to mock, and almost the entire class usually agreed. Fang did everything not to end up like this either, going so far to skipping meals or puking it out again, the latter being a more rare occurrence. So far she had not found a proper workout routine yet and sure took her time with it, even though she was annoyed how quick she got exhausted at this point. "Wanna touch 'em?" She invited him, being sure it was not the first time that he had stared at them.

@scrinja.

#╳ ——「 query.」 #scrinja #as usual 👌

[erloeser-a]

                        《MANHANDLE THE DEMON》

@scrinja​ asked:  ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank

            “a...are you sure this is alright?” the female’s voice was reduced to a hushed whisper, laced with excitement. a sweet tone, one singing of a burning desire in the pits of her stomach; of course, she was quite inexperienced when it came down to it, though, it wouldn’t stop one from having a mind ravaged by all kinds of fantasies. & thus, her whole body felt on fire, even whilst her skin met the cold tiles of the bathroom; it was hot; every inch of her body trickling with electricity whilst those slightly widened eyes never left his; even whilst she went on her knees before him. there was so little space; pushing them together, dangerously close; only to fit for an endeavor commanded by lust. manicured hands gripped at the fabric of his pants; she gulped; she hadn’t noticed that she held her breath. it wasn’t a wish that was about to be fulfilled; a demand spilled from his tongue, a match on fire, letting her body be engulfed in it; it striked those carnal desires luring deep. 

       auburn irises leaped from his own dark gaze to his crotch; of course, there had been hesitation but it subsided the second she saw the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants; wanting ; almost begging to be released; it was the shove she needed; that feeling of desire completely taking over, mixing with delicious arousal. a need to please; a need to satisfy his demands. it took a second but her hand would finally descend onto his groin, softly; barely applying pressure; her body trembled. pink tongue peaking out from her mouth, lapping at her bottom lip in a haste. fingers would shakily unzip his pants, eyes still jumping to meet his gaze; searching for some kind of validation but she was only met with that demanding stare. lips hung slightly agape; half-lidded irises glistening with desire while looking at him; so nice & hard & it was all for her; the mere thought had her almost gasping for more.             he pushed his hips forward, letting the tip of his dick brush against her plush lips; a silent command & she would obey; she would do anything to make him feel good. to satisfy him. “mmh...” a mewl escaped her throat before she had her hand enclosing the length of his shaft; slender fingers applying pressure, enjoying his heat with a repressed moan spilled. slowly, a bit unsure perhaps, she would start to pump his cock, stroking along his length for a moment before she opened her mouth; pink, wet tongue lapping at the tip of his cock before her movements became more aggressive; more daring. she continued stroking him, pushing her head forward to have the tip of his cock completely engulfed in wet heat. a moan rumbled through her chest once more; muffled by his cock as she started to bop her head back & forth; it was slow, perhaps, too slow.        a hand would come to rake through her hair, earning a delighted sigh; although, the soft action would become no more; as soon as he grabbed a fistful of hair, forcefully yanking at it; pulling her forward in a swift movement before his cock was fully inside her. her eyes widened in response, tears prickling as they slightly clouded her vision; gagging around his cock; the sudden movement surprising her & yet, it felt good. it felt exhilarating how he used her mouth to satisfy his own needs; pleasuring himself with all of her. she gagged again but he wouldn’t let go of her hair; instead, taking control of her movements. she needed to accept him; he wouldn’t budge & she didn’t want him to. desperately had her fingers grasped onto his thighs; clawing at the fabric; trying to find some balance whilst he slowly pulled her head back; eyes, anticipating but glinting with fear of what was about to come, staring at him, taking every twitch of his face; every change in expression in. & with even more force, he slammed back into her throat; it almost made her stumble, choking on his cock as those budding tears started to spill down her face, smearing mascara along reddened cheeks. his grunts were almost silenced by the sound of his cock slapping against her wet lips; his grip wouldn’t waver, leaving sweet pain behind; intoxicating her with that feeling of him fucking her throat.         sloppy sounds; the occasional grunt & suppressed mewls of the kneeling woman had engulfed the otherwise silent bathroom; she was sure that some of it could have been heard if it wasn’t for the music of the establishment. his movements became ragged; his breathing hitched before he would trust one last time into her mouth; coming down her throat; her eyes widened once more before she would gag, eyes closing, trying to suppress those damned reactions. she wanted to spit it out; get rid of what had been choking her but he wouldn’t allow it. those dark irises stared her down, commanding in silence: ‘swallow’. & she did, even if she would struggle; obeying his every word with a smile & swollen, red lips. 

#scrinja #SNFL. #﹛ ＃ au . ﹜ ♥ 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 . #﹛ ＃ ask . ﹜ ♥ 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 . #( god i am so rusty when it comes to smut B UT ) #( hope u enjoyed <3 ) #( put all of that brain juice into it )

[bclasaeg]

//  “ Sorry it’s taking to so long. Usually there’s two of us but-- she had to work on her mid-term essay. ” And even if it wasn’t true, Ueda always liked to give the benefit of doubt to people. It was a slow progression from middle school until now to always think that people always had the best intentions. Still... it was easy to fall into the habit that those around him instantly harbored some sort of hatred for the way he acts or talks. 

      Sangwoo included. 

   Ueda waggled two cans in his hand, plain barley tea and black coffee, feeling his heart pounding engaging in small talk with someone so popular in his circle, especially since there was no one around but them to bounce off of. “ Have a drink on me? ”

@scrinja​ | ITS HAPPENING

#scrinja #—《 warning: white knight 》 “ ueda ” ⁽ ᶦᶜ ⁾ —

[destinedhearts]

Wounds she could heal easily. Sickness was a different story, it was more complicated. She could help him rest but she couldn’t fully take the illness away. He would have to overcome it, but she could help by taking care of him.

And in the process of taking care of him she had come to the realization that he ( A SERIAL KILLER ) was a baby.

She could sense his unease in the room after awhile, but she hadn’t asked him why. She got the feeling it was something personal and the last thing she wanted to do was upset him. 

Brow raises at his last statement, the angel making a face. “Entertain you, how?” Pressing the back of her hand to his forehead she thinks momentarily. “A hot bath would actually be good for you, I’ll start the water. Can you get up y yourself?” And she rises, brow raised at him. “Do you want ME to make you dinner or do you want to actually HELP this time?”

CONT. FROM XX // @scrinja​

#(( she has never been more done lmao #scrinja #people help the people :: ( Interactions / May )

[dismalest]

✁ @scrinja​ killed him softly.

     He stood uncomfortably, his frail, thin body waiting at the doorway of the kitchen as his brown eyes watched from the distance. Everything about this home, and this man, screamed in the back of his mind to try and run again-- but all of it was ignored by the pounding in his chest-- his love for the other was too much for him to bear. If he could only be his, alone, he would be happy to endure the pains that came with loving Sangwoo.       ❝ Is this... okay ? ❞

#⌜ ic. ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᴱ. #⌜ threads ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱˢᵃᵃᶜ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈⁱᵒᵗ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵏ. #scrinja #⌜ verse i. ⌟ ♥ *· ˚ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ?

[starblossomed]

@scrinja​

“How lucky, it seems we’ve run into one another again. Is this what they call fate?”

She hadn’t gone out of her way to look for him and she never once thought that they’d see each other again, especially since she’d only come back on some actual business. L thought what she had said about the area was interesting enough and now he had sent her back to go explore.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

#━☆⌒*. vacation verse. ( naomi ) #scrinja