lostinmycolor

[lostinmycolor]

mito remembers a lot of things. he has photographic memory. he remembers the night he met you—he was assigned to be your guardian angel, to protect you and guide you in the right direction. really nothing new to him, it was his job after all. it was winter and the air was icy cold, a harsh welcome back to the human realm that stung at his skin, reddening his cheeks, causing him to shiver and grunt in annoyance. it'd been a while since he'd been on earth and he was definitely still not used to this weather.

but he remembers how warm it felt when he looked through your bedroom window and saw you for the first time, sleeping peacefully, beautiful as ever. it was nearing the negatives where you lived, the cold could be felt even through the thickest of fabric. yet somehow, when he saw you, it was like he'd stepped into a huge furnace, the warmth engulfing his body like a fire and searing through his skin, going straight to his chest. he remembers how it felt like time came to a standstill, as if it ceased to exist. he's existed for a very long time, so you could say he knows what eternity feels like, but when he saw you it was like even eternity itself came to a stop. he'd never been so mesmerized by anyone or anything in his entire existence, much less someone such as a human being, like you. he never paid attention to humans much, but you're different.

mito also remembers what your soul looks like. he has photographic memory. although he can't see it anymore, he knows it's still the same. you still haven't changed, even though he has—he's gone through so much change, and yet you still treat him the same. you still make a little extra food for him when you cook dinner in case he decides to drop by. you still wash and put away the clothes he forgets at your place. you still let him crash in your bed. still let him fuck you in it too.

with you, it's like nothing ever happened. it's like he never fell from heaven. if anything, it's like he's still an angel in your eyes. he's realized he finds solace in that, knowing that you still see him the same way, despite everyone else betraying and abandoning him because of what he had become. even his own god, his own creator didn't have the heart to even look him in the eye. he didn't have anywhere else to turn, and admittedly, the only thing he could really remember was your soul. he'd lost a lot of his angelic abilities, everything he'd ever known was stripped away from him, but he could still picture it like he was really seeing it right then and there. he didn't even have to try. it was the only thing he could truly see and find comfort in as he realized it was real and there was no turning back.

it's the only thing he could remember as he was plummeting, helpless, his wings shredding from the speed of the fall. it felt like an eternity, and mito knows what eternity feels like. the sudden pain he felt when he hit the ground felt like it would kill him right then and there, because he'd become aware of everything—the limited concept of time, the pain of his skin scraping across the gravel, getting caught in it, the realization that he was no longer a heavenly body. he was simply a man now. but in the midst of all of it, despite the millions of thoughts running through his now very limited, overthinking mind, he saw your soul.

it was a lot more beautiful than his, even before he fell. he always thought his was dull and boring compared to yours. if he had to be honest, everyone else's soul was the same, plain canvas, filled in with boring colors. yours was like a magnificent array of colors he didn't even know existed, molded together perfectly. he'd never seen such a beautiful coexistence, not even in heaven itself. he even remembered how it sounded—a gentle hum, not too loud or quiet, accompanied by soft strings, like a lullaby of some sorts that only you knew. it was almost haunting in a way, and it made him wonder sometimes if his creator was taunting him with the melody, as if it were a silent reminder of what he'd lost that day.

he wasn't sure if he really cared, though. it's hard to care, especially when he has you under him, calling out his name so sweetly the way you always do, soft pleasured whines escaping your lips. the only thing he can really care about is the way your warmth feels around his cock, clenching with every sharp movement of his hips. he pins your arms to the mattress when he fucks you, thrusting into you slowly but roughly, because he loves the little squeaks and gasps that you let out when he does so.

your bottom lip is swollen and bleeding a little from his teeth nipping at it when he kisses you and the way you're biting it so roughly to stifle your sounds, and your faced is flushed, pupils blown out with lust. he's already made you cum twice, but you're still begging for more, and he loves how you're now so overstimulated and fucked out that you can't even think for yourself anymore.

mito remembers the way that you looked at him when you first saw him. that awestruck look on your face, because you'd never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as him in your entire life. he loves that you still look at him the same way, especially in moments like these, when he's got you right where he wants you—giving yourself to him like this and letting him love you the way you deserve, because you're the only one who ever truly loved him for him, no matter how much he changed, how many mistakes he made, no matter the monster that he's become. you're looking at him like he's the only thing that really matters, and that's all he cares about. mito doesn't have eternity anymore, but he does have all the time in the world with you, and although it comes with it's limitations and uncertainties, as long as it's you, it is enough.

#mito.txt #been m.i.a and have gotten a bit rusty on writing but still wanted to post this #i <3 my dark sad pixie angel boy #not proofread i literally just wrote this and posted it don't look at me #christian yu smut #christian yu scenarios #christian yu x reader #dpr ian scenarios #kpop smut #dpr ian smut #dpr ian x reader #dpr ian fanfic

[lostinmycolor]

I cant believe i finally found someone who writes for Ian whfushwhshshdc the blurb was so good im screaming giggling kicking my feet😭🩷

ahhhh thanks, love! glad you love it so much. 🫶🏻

#❂.txt #error404-tt-notfound

[lostinmycolor]

"darling," he whispers, ever so softly, the rasp in his voice reverberating through you and making you shiver. he chuckles silently at the little squeaks that leave your lips whenever your hips slam down on his cock as you look down at him with those pretty eyes of yours. for some reason, whenever he looks into them, they remind him of the stars he was so close to once upon a time. something that should be a bad memory but really isn't because you make it more nostalgic, in some kind of mysterious way. you almost make him miss it.

your hands are gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin in a way that should be painful, but instead just makes everything feel ten times better. he has a hand on your hip, gripping it firmly, his fingers forming slight dents in your skin. his free hand is wandering over your body, moving up from your clit to your tits, pinching your sensitive buds. he swears he's falling even more in love with you when you toss your head back and let out a long whine of pleasure when he does so. you look so beautiful.

how are you even real? he wonders. he's never had eyes for anyone the way he has eyes for you. he's seen and experienced so many beautiful things, explored so many different worlds in his dreams, in his past lives, but none of them compare to you. anything in any universe that is considered beautiful is nothing when it comes to you.

the way you moan his name is like the strings that play in his mind when he's feeling the rush of his highs, but somehow you're always able to make them sound like a beautiful symphony instead of just a jumble of noise like it used to be, before you. he wonders what type of magic you hold inside of you that makes you capable of making even the ugliest and most broken of things look so beautiful. he notices your legs are giving up on you and smiles at how endearing it is, the fact that you're practically struggling, but you need him so badly you're doing everything you can to keep up your movements. his hand grips your hip tighter, almost enough to bruise your skin, and he moves his free hand to your lower back to help you keep your balance.

he wonders, for a moment, if he knew you in the past life, or all those years ago. he can't really remember since it's been so long, and the memories of when he was cast out of heaven clouded his brain. but it's almost as if he can see for a brief second, something otherworldly when he looks at you, the way your skin glows with splendor when your back arches as you cum on his cock. for a moment it's like you're a real life angel right in front of him, it's such a sight to behold. was god testing him? were you sent to him as a lesson in disguise? would you be gone as soon as this was all over? whatever it was, he didn't care, as long as he got to feel you as close as possible even if you turned out to not be real when he opened his eyes again.

it's almost a relief when he does and he sees you there, still on top of him, panting heavily, eyes hooded, hair sticking to your face. a beautiful mess. the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. he's so in love with you. he reaches up to brush your hair off of your damp cheeks, smiling and delicately taking your chin to make you look at him, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, the way you lean down to kiss him and smile against his lips making everything feel a little more real.

more real and alive, he thinks. he's never felt more alive than when he sees you like this—beautiful and wild and messy in all the right ways, all for him, because of him. there was nothing better than being able to love you in such a pure way, without repercussion, no matter how terrifying it was, because you remind him of himself before everything. before the jealousy and fury, before he fell from heaven and got his wings stripped from his back, before he was disowned by god himself. the fallen angel was redeemed from the depths of hell and found his heaven in your embrace, in your eyes, in you. you're everything he's ever wanted.

#mito.txt #idk where to post this coz i dont wanna use main #but i really wanted to write it #him <3 <3 <3 #also i did not proofread this at all so sorry if it's too messy #dpr ian smut #christian yu smut #christian yu scenarios #dpr ian scenarios #christian yu x reader #dpr ian x reader

[lostinmycolor]

this flopping is actually crazy cause what did minho do to y'all. show him some more luv pls

i'm the type of girl who cries and gets very emotional when i'm super needy. i will literally sob and whine until i get what i want, and this got me thinkin about how minho would loooove a girl like me. he gets off on the tears, the pouty face, the puffy, red eyes and lips. he just thinks you're so fucking pretty like that, and it's a huuuuge ego boost to know you need him this bad. loves to tease you about how you're so needy you can't even contain yourself anymore. you squirm and sniffle, one hand cupping the growing bulge in his pants while the other tugs at the waistband, and all he does is just laugh. he doesn't even make any effort to help you take his clothes off or put his cock inside you. he just smirks and scoffs at how pathetic you look with those fat tears rolling down your cheeks and the incoherent sobs that escape your lips as you fuck yourself onto him desperately. he won't even wipe your tears cause he likes to pull out when he's close and cum on your face, cause he absolutely loves how you look when it's stained with your tears and his cum at the same time.

#❂.txt #coz if it was a chan drabble... yeah.

[lostinmycolor]

does anyone who follows my main know anything about christian yu (dpr ian). if so how would y'all feel if i wrote some blurbs for him as well

#❂.txt #i've actually been thinkin bout writing about him for some time #cause i can never find any fics or anything at all pertaining to him on here #not even on ao3 #if i do end up writing about him i'll post it on here tho

[lostinmycolor]

. . . so welcome to the show.

who will you be dreaming about?

18+ content ahead. minors do not interact.

ian

his darling

photographic memory

dabin

nothing yet!

#dream directory.txt

[lostinmycolor]

. . . love the lows, 'cause without them, there is no high.

☽ about me

solie or sol.

19, she/they/he, puerto rican, bilingual, intp, adhd, enby/bi

☾ about this blog

byf: this is my side blog, i will be using is to write for dpr. this blog is a safe place for anyone, but minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. everything i write is strictly fictional. do not let my works change the way you perceive the members of dpr or any of the people i write for on my main blog.

what i will write: maybe some fluff or angst from time to time but the works on this blog will mostly consist of smut.

what i will not write: any intense kinks (ex. piss, scat, weapons, maybe some exceptions for that though), dark content (specifically dub/non-con), no member x member (unless reader is involved).

find me on my main blog.

#about the dreamer.txt

[lostinmycolor]

so tired i can't even fucking think straight just wrote this onna whim and didn't feel like proofreading but dam would really love to give chris some birthdau head rn. would go crazy asf on his shit. anyways. gonna pass out brb

chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"

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[lostinmycolor]

letting skz run a train on me would solve all of my problems tbh

#❂.txt #life is so shit!!!! #i should be living that yn life rn instead of this #cause tf is this bullshit #skz smut #stray kids smut

[lostinmycolor]

wanna make felix wear a pretty skirt so i can peg him while he hugs his giant pikachu plush

#❂.txt #one can only dream #stray kids smut #felix smut

[lostinmycolor]

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