I was asked if I have a Masterlist and yes I do. On Browser, you can easily find it on my page, but there seems to be a problem with the app (of course, there is always something). So I’ll just put a link here and pin it... and link every story in the order they were released.
Underneath the list you can find story-teasers, for who might come next ;)
MASTERLIST HERE (fixed and ready to go!)
Castle of A Thousand Spiders - ft. Eunbi
Dazed - ft. Yeji and Yoojung
Say It Again - ft. Yerin
Commitment - ft. Dahyun
Classmating - ft. Minju
Welcome aboard, human - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue
Unexpected ft. Hitomi - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 1
Cumming Home ft. Mina (TWICE) - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 2
Lawless ft. SinB and Eunha - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 3
Lucid Dream I ft. Giselle - Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude
Healing ft. JiU - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 4
Lazy but Laid - ft. Luda - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 5
The Star in Space - ft. Sakura - Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale
Commas, Colons, Cumming - ft. Eunha and Umji
Four Cherries - ft. Chaewon, Mina, Sana, Minju
Ominous Oracle - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue 2
Legendary Cookies - ft. Yuri, Sakura, Eunbi, Hyewon, Minju
Loathing Love: Lucky Loser ft. Hyewon, Eunbi
Cumforting ft. Minju (Sequel to Classmating)
Snake Invasion ft. Sana (Quickie: Phone Part 1)
The Smart Duck ft. Yena (Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6)
Bunny Upside Down ft. Nayeon (Quickie: Phone Part 2)
Loathing Love: Liable Lady ft. Eunbi, Hyewon
Angel of Infinity +0 ft. Minju (Quickie: Phone Part 3)
Angel of Infinity +1 ft. Minju, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 4)
Angel of Infinity +2 ft. Minju, Yiren, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 5)
A Collection for a Special Date: Part I ft. Minju
A Collection for a Special Date: Part II ft. Minju (fluff)
A Collection for a Special Date: Part III ft. Minju! (futa)
Not-So-Cute ft. Jiheon (Spaceship: Horizon - Part 7)
Scandal ft. Dahyun (Quickie)
Hot Helping Hands ft. Momo & Chaeyoung (Quickie)
Eleven to One: Impossible Taming ft. Ahn Yujin (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)
Changer ft. Xiaoting (Quickie)
The Neighborhood knows ft. Minju (Quickie)
Eleven to One: Easily Tempted ft. Yujin, Minju (Quickie) (Eleven to One Universe)
Plank ft. Heejin (Spaceship: Horizon - Part 8)
Needy. Greedy. Breedy ft. Minju (Collab)
[The one] who won [?] ft. Gaeul, Chaehyun!, Dayeon! (futa)
Let It All Out ft. Somi (Quickie)
Eleven to One: Into the Next ft. Yujin, Eunbi (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)
In Vino Veritas ft. Heejin (Quickie)
Carry a Stranger ft. Yoojung (Quickie)
Energy Restored ft. Jeongyeon (Phone: Part 6)
[These] two [won] too ft. Chaehyun!, Dayeon!, Mashiro, ChoiYujin!, Gaeul, AhnYujin, Rei! (Kep1er & IVE)
Eleven to One: Mandatory Lesson ft. Yujin (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)
Revelation in a Shower ft. Gowon
Loathing Love: Lusty Loop ft. Hyewon, Yuri
LOYAnaL ft. Chaewon, Winter (Quickie)
??? ft. aespa Members (S:H - Interlude) (Progress: 40%)
Dreamcatcher - Kinkcatcher pt. 1 - The First Encounter
18+ Dreamcatcher x Male Reader smut (yes, all members, mainly Jiu here though)
A/N: Been sitting on this one for a while (over a month), but, Real Madrid won the UCL so I'm posting it.
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Word count: approx. 2,500
Friday morning in spring. The birds outside sing their spontaneous morning orchestra—a collection of solo talents harmonising their happy tunes. The orange hue of the morning sun rains down from the pearl blue sky, burning through the streets of Seoul as the city wakes to a new morning. Cherry blossom season is in full swing. The famous pink stands out among the sea of colours lining the various areas of the city.
The young office worker is wrapped in the soft sheets atop a memory foam mattress, being forced awake by the blaring alarm.
Behind a rusted shutter, a little ways away, on a silent street stirs energy like no other—it waits for the right person to pass by.
Your eyes crack open to welcome the morning light cutting around the edge of your blinds. The air is mild and humid—a warm hug embracing you as you escape the linen prison where you spent the night. One final shift before the weekend is here again.
You retrieve the overnight oats stored in your fridge and top them with fresh berries you purchased from the market yesterday—fuel for the final sprint of the week. You follow it with a minty refresh of your teeth with a brisk brush and swill of mouthwash.
Time to get dressed. Fridays mean smart-casual, and you swap out your tucked shirt and blazer for a sweater and double-breasted overcoat.
After you leave the apartment, you take the path well trodden. Carved out through the concrete jungle, the same route you always take. It was a rare occurrence that anything changed on your walk; you knew almost every stone on every street at this point. You pass all the same people and places—the coffee shop with the perfect coffee blend to make your favourite brew, the store you always purchased fresh fruit from and that bookstore that always seems to stock the ideal answer to your desire to read a new fantasy story.
As you reach the end of the cobbled path on this particular street, you see that same abandoned building that has stood untouched for five years. A single-story detached building, sliced out of its surroundings by two alleyways. The front of the building is entirely barren, with a rusting grey shutter that hasn’t been lifted in years. The paint on the outside of the building peels away from its brickwork. It's always been a mystery to yourself and everyone you asked why this building hasn't been sold, rented or renovated.
As you walk by, the humidity in the air is lost, and a biting cold grips you in its icy hold. The wind howls around you; it whistles deep into your ear. A single drop of chilling sweat rolls down your spine to the base of your back. Frozen where you stand for a brief moment, the chilling wind passes as quickly as it arrives. As the warm air restores your body heat—and with it your composure—you look around to ground yourself in your surroundings. Did god just flick his little switch on the back of the sun off and back on?
The grey shutter beside you has risen, revealing an old Victorian-era storefront. A large dark oak door stands central. Black painted pillars frame the door on either side, the front of each pierced by a flag pole. The metal poles bear identical black sheets of fabric, each embroidered with a golden dreamcatcher. An assortment of dreamcatchers hangs in the two panelled windows, beyond which you are unable to see deeper into the shop, which is veiled in darkness. Above the door hangs another giant dreamcatcher handcrafted from willow bark, a crescent moon hanging in its circular outer frame. From its base hangs several large golden feathers.
The store does not appear open to visitors. And yet, like the Millennium Falcon to the Death Star, you feel pulled in by some magnetic force. As much as your mind may tell you otherwise, your body no longer listens. Each step you take is out of your control, all the way to the oak door. As you approach, inexplicably, the door opens as if welcoming you.
You enter the swallowing abyss. You only hope that as you go further in, perhaps your eyes will adjust to the darkness or a motion-sensitive light activates. You raise your hand right in front of your face but see nothing. The darkness is a thick shroud that wraps you tightly. You flail your arms blindly in front of you in a desperate attempt to feel something—anything. The door must still be behind you, so you run back to where you think the storefront is to search for solace.
You take a sharp, deep breath allowing the cool air to fill your lungs. Now positioned flat on your back, you are locked in place, and not a muscle will move.
You awaken to the night sky, every star of every constellation in the deep black night sky above you—a glittery shower with blue, white and yellow shades. The air around you is static. A comet burns through the night sky in a red hot act of aggression, slicing the night sky in two. Each breath of air is impossibly fresh to still be in the busy city of Seoul. The steel below your back is like ice on your skin. You are stranded on an iceberg in a sea of stars.
In an attempt to raise your arm, you struggle. No matter how much strength you force into your arm, it does not rise from the table. Now you can understand the feeling of prehistoric creatures in the ice age.
In perfect harmony, several feminine voices break the deafening silence. Seven hooded figures step forward in perfect sync, entering your peripheral vision. Seven heads look down at you with disguised faces, shrouded by their hoods and the dim lighting.
The one standing at your feet in the middle—clearly the leader—continues alone, “you have been chosen by the seven of us. We have been watching you for some time, and we want a closer look at you.”
So many questions run through your mind, but your mouth simply refuses to produce them. Each word is stuck in your throat like a tickly cough that will not go away.
The leader raises her hand, and the faded silhouette of her mouth smirks as she clicks her finger.
The blood in your body rushes down to your crotch, rapidly filling your previously dormant flesh. On command, you rise for the seven women. Your body burns uncontrollably from the inside like a combustion engine. Nothing but your lust-crazed desires fill your mind. Your enforced sexual desire becomes apparent to the girls around you as you twitch in anticipation. One more step for six of them, and you are surrounded now. Each of them admires your body, face, and every inch of you.
“Test him, girls.”
Hands. 10 of them. All at once. Some grab at your legs, caressing the muscles of your calves and thighs. A hand runs up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your swelling balls. Several more run over your torso, up and down in slow movements, from the base of your neck to your waistline. The leader stands and observes patiently. The only other member who has yet to touch you bends forward, blonde locks of her hair falling from the cover of her hood. She engages your body with a different tack, attacking your upper body with her mouth. The warm wet texture of her tongue runs across your chest before lightly biting at your skin.
“Hm, I guess you passed the first test. All my girls are satisfied with your body's feel—and taste,” the leader dictates, shooting a sharp look at the blonde girl during her addendum to her comments. “You are extremely hot. I guess your face is quite cute too. I’m sure you would look better from below…” she trails off, speaking more to herself than you.
The other six members retreat from your body in reaction to the leader's voice. The leader begins her approach, concluding her appraisal, “I am impressed by your cock more than anything. The length is good, but, oh my, the girth will fill me up. Oh, and how I love to be filled up.” She pauses for a second. “Let’s continue.”
She climbs up on the table in front of you and then takes a position on her knees between your legs. She lightly lifts her hood and allows it to fall to her back, finally revealing her face. Her platinum blonde hair frames her perfect face. The bright round eyes blend perfectly with the night sky's stars behind her, but her soft rose petal lips are the highlight of her facial features. You would recognise this face anywhere—the ethereal Kim Minji, A.K.A. Jiu of Dreamcatcher. There's no way this could be real, right?
Jiu pulls open the sash holding her robe closed and flicks it open. Her collarbones are exposed, followed by a river of skin down the middle of her body. The very edge of the robe barely covers her nipples, allowing just enough exposure to see the shape of her small, firm breasts that rest on her chest. Her toned midriff tops her cleanly shaved pelvic area, all on show. The tight, fleshy lips covering her prized possession are slightly moist from her time spent watching your naked body being touched by the others.
She leans forward to take hold of your hard cock and places her hand at the base. Jiu cradles your balls slightly and massages them in her palm. As she moves, her breasts hang a little from her chest. Their volume is more evident than before as gravity pulls them closer to you.
Jiu lets the saliva from her mouth fall into the palm of her free hand. She places her palm at the tip of your cock, rubbing it slowly, allowing the warm liquid to roll down the side of your shaft. Before it reaches the bottom, she catches it in her grip. Her hand slides smoothly around your hard cock. Her saliva now coats it completely.
Her thumb plays without rhythm with the tip of your cock, testing your sensitivity by continually changing her direction, pressure and speed in her movement. Now intent on bringing you to a finish, Jiu tightens her grip. Her actions become more extensive and rapid, almost exaggerated in her movements as she strokes your entire length.
In the blissful moment, you fail to realise that one of the other members has positioned themselves behind Jiu. Her hand burrows under the cloak and appears between her slender legs. The hand drives two prominent fingers against Jiu’s glistening sex, rubbing rapidly at her slit.
A pair of mouths draw close to your ears, one on each side; the owners aren’t visible as your eyes are fixated on Jiu. Each of them makes their demands known, whispering into your ears. The heat in their mouths is released like the breath of dragons.
First, from the right, spoken quietly but sternly, “You better blow your load for us. We want to see you cum everywhere. Look how elegantly she moves her hand on your cock, and you still haven't cum for her. I’m disappointed in you.”
Now on your left, in a whiny playful voice, initiated by a giggle, “I want to see you cuuuum! Give me what I want! Now!” The whining girl calls to Jiu, “UNNIE! Make him cum! I need to see his face when you make him cum!”
The first girl continues her careful instruction. “You’re making her upset now. All of us need to see you finish. Don't hold back, let it all out. Every. Last. drop.”
As her sensitive region is vigorously stimulated, Jiu’s face becomes an almost exaggerated expression of pleasure. Her eyebrows furrowed together, forcing her round, lidded eyes to close slightly. Her nose scrunches as her upper lip curls to form a perfect O with her mouth. In between deep breaths, soft inaudible moans escape her mouth. Her breasts sway a little with her body's movement.
When the stimulation of her eager rubbing of your cock becomes too much, you give the girls what they demand. You erupt violently into the air. Shot after shot of your hot lava takes to the air before falling on your own static body and the surrounding platform. A series of gasps fill the room as each girl admires your pulsing cock as it releases the liquid they so desire. Jiu takes her hand to her mouth and then licks the viscous fluid that landed on her hand like a thirsty dog. Inspired by her action, all six of the remaining girls lap up the cum on your body, tasting it, ritualistic in their devotion to consume your seed.
As they begin to enjoy the liquid gold you produced for them, they drop their hoods to reveal their faces. All seven members of Dreamcatcher are revealed, confirming your suspicion.
Jiu, now postured up on her knees again, delivers your evaluation. “We are satisfied. You truly are the one.” She raises her hand again as she has done multiple times and then clicks her fingers again. “Sweet dreams.”
A Friday morning in spring. The birds outside sing their spontaneous morning orchestra—a collection of solo talents harmonising their happy tunes. The orange hue of the morning sun rains down from the pearl blue sky, burning through the streets of Seoul as the city wakes to a new morning. Cherry blossom season is in full swing, standing out among a sea of various colours, the famous pink decorating many city areas.
The young office worker is wrapped in the soft sheets atop a memory foam mattress, being forced awake by the blaring alarm.
Your eyes crack open to welcome the morning light cutting around the edge of your blinds. Then a realisation hits you. What the fuck just happened?
A seemingly typical morning took a twist you never expected. Everything felt so real to you—some of it was particularly enjoyable—but now you consider if that was real. Was that just a dream? You have spent a lot of your time dreaming about the things you would love to do with the members of Dreamcatcher but none of them as vividly as last night.
The alarm clock on your bedside table ticks over to 10:00 am. This breaks you from your inner argument. Work starts at 8:00. Oh fuck.
In a blur, you jump from your bed, throw on your trousers, shirt, and sweater, and head for your door. In a mad rush to work, you run through the streets on which you usually walk. You breeze past the abandoned building at the end of that one street with the cobbled path, paying it no attention. The shutter had returned to its usual closed position.
Trapped under the base of the rusted shutter is a large golden feather, refusing to be pulled away by the swift breeze.
A/N: Thanks for reading, more coming soon. All likes, reblogs, comments, follows are appreciated.