#720 drabbles

[snghnlvr]

birthday cake. / park sunghoon

synopsis : you noticed that your neighbor is alone on his birthday.

includes : 720 words | fluff | strangers to friends??

extra : damn this is the shortest drabble i have written lol | supportive mother ;) | this is very rushed sunghoon drabble because i wanna post for his birthday lol (happy birthday bf<3) | i don’t expect much tbh ….lol enjoy :3

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

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your neighbor is alone for his birthday.

your head leaning onto your window frame, you stared at the boy on his desk doing homework.

it was night time, the air outside bought a cold feeling to your skin despite wearing a pajama set. even if clothes, you’re still shivering like a cat. but nothing defeats the feeling than being alone for your birthday. you felt utterly bad.

your parents started off your day by saying, “it’s sunghoon’s birthday today. sohee’s son.” your dad tossed you milk for your cereal. you muttered a thanks before familiarizing yourself who sunghoon is.

sunghoon moved into your neighborhood in the summer of this year. the first time your parents and yourself greeted him, you can’t deny that his looks definitely caught your eye. you agree that he’s hella attractive.

he looked nerdy with glasses on and was (still is) undoubtedly quiet. but as time passed on, you sometimes would have the opportunity to say hi and good mornings on the bus stop, on the way to school. sunghoon would reply back before moving his eyes to his phone. his social battery easily gets drained. you would later found out when your mother told you from the talks her and sohee would have.

both of you went to different schools so you wonder how’s he’s doing since he moved.

so technically you’re friends but you don’t think sunghoon knows that.

you stared at the disappointment in front of you. you pursed your lips together with your arms crossed as you wonder what kind of homework he’s working on. or better yet, thinking.

isn’t he supposed to be celebrating? what is this loser (respectively) doing homework for?

“staring at the boy?”

you jumped, almost screaming out loud at the sudden voice by your door. you swore that your heart tried to break free out of your rib cage.

you recognized that it was your mom’s but it felt like it was from a line out of a movie - where it’s the last moments of death.

you turned around with an annoyed expression. your mom grinned slyly with a fruit bowl in her hand. she settled the bowl in your desk as you happily skipped over, grabbing the fork that stabbed a strawberry and deliciously consume the sweetness and freshness.

“i wasn’t staring..” you muttered, finishing your strawberry. “i’m curious as to why he’s not celebrating when it’s his birthday.” you stabbed whatever you wanted to eat next: a grape.

“sunghoon?” your mom asked. you nodded, slipping a chair in to relax. “i believe his parents went out for a business trip.”

your eyes bulged out, even feeling more pity that his parents weren’t here for his birthday. “wait really?” you were genuinely surprised. “what about his friends? doesn’t he have any with that look of his?” your tone became bitter towards the end.

your mom shrugged, not knowing as well. “i think we still have cake from last night that hasn’t been eaten yet.” your mom gave you an idea.

“the paris baguette one?” your mom nodded. “share some with sunghoon.” your mother smiled before leaving your room.

-

you arrived at the doorstep of sunghoon’s home with an uneaten paris baguette cake that came with plates, knives and forks, candles and a match. you were kind of nervous because this might be the first time interacting with sunghoon.

your heart was beating out of nervousness that you might just drop the cake and hide in the bushes to see if sunghoon would take it without hesitation. but that’s just dumb-

your thoughts disappeared when the door opened and you saw sunghoon still in his school uniform. his eyes also widened, intrigued to see you with a cake in your hands. well, especially you.

“uh..” you looked down at sunghoon, admiring how he looked good in his uniform before looking up at him. he was blinking, waiting for a response.

sunghoon noticed your stare. he heard whisper to yourself, “you’re tall…” and he then realized how short you are when he looked down on you. “you’re short.” he bluntly replied.

“w-what?” your heart stammered when you heard him, looking at him dumbfounded. he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow like a cocky person. acting like he didn’t say anything.

then you cleared your throat.

“wanna help me finish this cake?” you mentally palmed yourself at your own words that just randomly spilled out on its own.

sunghoon’s lips curled up, almost like a smile at your words. your heart felt lighter at his reaction. he looked at you, nodded. “yeah.” he invited you inside his home, making you excited to share the cake.

#enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha smau #enha x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen x female reader #enha sunghoon #sunghoon x y/n #park sunghoon fluff #sunghoon oneshot #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #enhypen oneshots #sunghoon drabbles

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Heatwave | Frankie Morales x Reader Drabble.

You can't sleep with your furnace of a boyfriend smothering you, but you can't sleep without him either. Warnings: Mention of naked Frankie, implied both reader and Frankie sleep naked, just fluff based on my own sleep issues <3 Un-beta'd - wrote it mostly in bed this morning. 720~ Words

Your skin burns, hot and sticky as you feel the weight of another person draped over you. Most of the time you can just roll him off and strip the sheets off when the weather gets this extreme. But not tonight. Tonight, Frankie will not relinquish you from his catatonic embrace.  

Frankie groans softly as he spoons you. His thick fingers splayed across your stomach; broad chest fused to your sweat-slick back. One leg is draped over your hip and its almost blissful. Almost.

But you’re too fucking hot.

“Frankie, baby,” you whine as you try and wriggle from his grip, “Too hot.”

All that seems to elicit is a muffled “hmm” from him as he somehow pulls you in tighter. His scruff tickles your shoulder as he nuzzles his face behind your ear.

Great, now you’re too hot and you’re turned on. There’s no way you can sleep like this.

“Frankie,” you groan as you prise his arm off you, “Need to sleep. I’ve got that meeting with my boss in the morning.”

You know it’s falling on deaf ears, but it makes you feel better, convincing yourself more than him. You slip out from under him after a minute of wrestling his thick thigh from over you.

“Love you baby,” you say softly as you press a gentle kiss to his furrowed brow.

He stirs as he reaches for your now empty spot on the bed, and you can’t help but feel a little guilty. You love him so much, but you can’t sleep like this.

You make your way down the hall and into the spare room. You slip under the fresh sheets of the modest single bed. You think you’re settled, sheet covering your lower half – because lord knows even in a heatwave your feet get cold – and head resting lightly on the pillow.

Ten minutes tick by, then twenty. When you check your phone for the third time it’s only been twenty-five minutes, but you still can’t sleep. You haul yourself back out of bed, cursing the weather as you slip back into your bedroom.

The pale moonlight illuminates Frankie’s sleeping form as he lays on his back. He’s sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, bare to the humid night air where he’s kicked the sheets off in his sleep. You ease yourself back down onto the bed, crawling into the small space left as you hope Frankie will stay where he is.

Your head hits the pillow just as Frankie shifts back onto his side, a sleepy grunt falling from his lips as he reaches for you. His fingertips ghost your burning skin as he scoots closer.

“Frankie,” you groan as you turn to face him, “I need to sleep, please just roll over.”

“But I like holding you,” he protests sleepily as you see his eyes flutter open, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m too hot Frankie, I can’t sleep with you wrapped around me, it’s too much,” you admit with downturned eyes, teeth pinged into your bottom lip and embarrassment and shame curdle in your belly.

“Amor, I’m sorry,” Frankie says with a sigh as he reaches for you, but he stops himself, “I can sleep in the spare room if that helps?”

“No,” you say as you cup his scruffy jaw with both hands, “I tried that, doesn’t feel right without you in bed with me,” you explain as you scrape your fingers through his scruff.

“What can I do?” Frankie asks as he places his hands over your own.

“Stay with me like this?” You ask as you brush your feet against his, “Just touching a little?”

“I can do that, go to sleep mi sol, I love you.”

“I love you too Frankie,” you say with a yawn.

Eventually you both fall asleep, close to touch, but Frankie is sure to keep his distance. He wakes up sometime in the night, with you curled up against his chest, dead to the world. He smirks to himself as he nuzzles the top of your head. Some things never change, and no matter how hot you get, you always crawl right back into his arms. No matter how poorly you sleep.

“Sleep well, amor.”

He whispers against your scalp as his eyes flutter closed.  

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #fanfic #frankie morales #francisco morales x reader #fluff #sleep issues #drabble #<800 words #800 words #fluffy drabble #x reader #reader insert #ppcu #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

[cowboydisaster]

Hi again! Thought of another one….

Arthur finds out that reader has a gift for him for Christmas but he hasn’t gotten them anything. So he has to scramble to think of a gift. He ends up making a handful of drawings of reader including some with their beloved horse. And of course reader is over the moon about it

This one isn’t too clever so if you’re not feelin’ it, it’s ok.

🎄❤️

* ˚ ✦ Icebreak * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 720 a/n: Just a cute lil' drabble. Merry Christmas' eve! Thank you for another really cute prompt!!

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: ONE day 'till christmas!

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Arthur distinctly remembers the conversation in which you’d both agreed that you wouldn’t be exchanging gifts this year. Alarm bells are going off in his head. Was he supposed to get you a gift anyway? Should he have ignored that conversation entirely? Been a gentleman and got you something nice? Arthur swallows thickly. 

Despite the conversation, Arthur had just found out that you have a gift for him. Sadie has a loud mouth, especially when she’s drunk, and for once, Arthur is grateful for it. At least he has a little time to think of something. He pulls his pocket watch out, glancing at the time. 6:27 PM. A little time. 

In a rush, Arthur jogs into his tent, pulling his journal out of his satchel and placing it on the bed. Beside it, he tosses down a piece of charcoal and a pencil. The camp isn’t in a great financial situation; hence the agreement of no presents. So, he reckons if he can’t buy you something, he’ll just have to make you something. 

Arthur begins drawing, and after a while, the sun fades away, forcing him to switch to lantern light. The side of his hand is caked in lead as he runs the pencil over the pages, capturing the curves of your body, the shine of your smile. He draws his favorite memories of you. The day he gifted you your mare, Sugar. The day you kissed him for the first time. The day he’d brought you to camp. 

Arthur stays up far too late, sketching a handful of pictures of you, taking his time to capture you in the utmost detail. His hand flicks perfectly, catching the waves in your hair, the line of your jaw. Arthur draws you with your mare, with his gelding, with him. 

The group of drawings encapsulate the things that you love the most, and the memories that you hold dear. After finishing half a dozen good drawings, Arthur inspects them, fixing little mistakes, and adding little notes about his love for you. When he’s finished, he takes some old baling twine, tying a little bow around the pages, fixing them until they’re all wrapped up perfectly.

He knows you deserve better, a bracelet of silver or gold. A necklace embedded with gemstones, or a new dress. Those are the things you would have been gifted back in the city. He sighs, looking down at his little homemade gift, knowing that it will just have to do.

— — —

“Alright,” Arthur whispers, pulling out the ribbon-wrapped sketches, “Go on n’ open ‘em.” 

Your eyes open slowly, drifting to the white pages that Arthur is extending out to you. 

Hesitantly, you take them, eyes searching up to Arthur’s for reassurance. He nods, and you smile, pulling the twine ribbon, letting it spiral to the floor. You flip the first paper, recognizing it as being ripped out from Arthur’s journal, and you gasp. 

It’s a beautiful sketch, one of you sitting up in bed, hair draped down your back, a graceful smile on your lips. Even through paper and pencil, Arthur has managed to capture the sparkle in your eyes, the optimism in your countenance. Next to the drawing is a small note. 

Early mornings with my lady.

Your heart warms, and you flip to the next one. You find a sketch of you, laying on the back of your beloved mare, arms wrapped around her neck. The drawings are stunning. Works of art that should be posted in a gallery in Saint Denis, and he’s giving them to you. You know how private Arthur is with his journal, and you’re honored.  

“You like ‘em?” Arthur asks, nervous of your silence as you continue to look through. Tears pool in your eyes as you look up to him, holding up some of the precious gifts. 

“You drew me. Arthur,  I love them.” Sincerity is thick in your voice, and Arthur wipes a tear away from your cheek. 

“Didn’t wanna make you cry.” He jokes. You huff. 

“They’re so beautiful, so meaningful. No one’s ever done anything like this for me. Not in my whole life— not before you.” You whisper. 

Arthur’s arms wrap around you then, pulling you into his chest, shushing away your sniffles. 

“They’re perfect, Arthur.” You murmur against him. He smiles. 

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

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#divider by cafekitsune #cowboydisaster's christmas countdown #bea's christmas countdown #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x f!reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan

[citrinesparkles]

stormy weather

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 720 words. notes: a very abstract take on 'write a true story about you with characters instead of people', one of the prompts from the ever lovely @reaperintheroses drabble december! this was more 'write about feelings', but i tried. warnings: vague bad headspace on jason's part

he was in a mood.

you weren't sure what mood, but it wasn't good.

it was, however, familiar enough that you weren't surprised when he walked through the bedroom like a ghost.

all he took with him as he left it was a nail file.

you sat quietly, listening for the window.

there it was, about half a minute later: the sliding sound of the window in the frame was quiet but unmistakable, as was the sound of it sliding shut behind him.

fire escape brooding.

you sighed- that was a surefire sign that the mood had settled in completely. you had hoped, somewhat naïvely, that it would be a "wrong side of the bed" situation; had hoped he would be able to shake it off.

with the mood here to stay, you put your phone aside and slid out of bed.

it wasn't something to fix. not days like this. as much as you wished you could carry the weight of this for him, you settled instead for trying to share the load.

you took your time walking through the apartment, giving him his space for a little while as you boiled water and steeped tea for him.

you dug out his largest, warmest sweatshirt, tugging it on to brace against the cold you knew was wrapped around him both mentally and literally. then, with a glance at his silhouette in the window, you picked up his mug and approached.

he barely reacted to the sound of the window opening, only shifting slightly so his ear was towards you in silent acknowledgement.

"i made tea," you said softly, leaning on the sill. "interested?"

jason hesitated a moment, the only sounds the traffic below.

he shrugged, twirling the nail file between two fingers.

you reached over, gently pressing the mug into his free hand, watching as he pulled it to his chest with a hum.

"do you want space, or would you prefer i join you?"

"...you can." his voice was steady, but uncharacteristically quiet and lifeless. "not gonna be much company right now."

you slid out the window, closing it behind you, and he glanced up at you blankly. "you don't have to be," you said firmly, quietly, as you sat down beside him. "i'm just here."

the metal was freezing, even through your thick sweatpants. it would take more than a stretch of the imagination to call it comfortable, but you settled in like it was memory foam.

you sat in silence, listening to him breathe beside you and watching it fog in your peripheral.

you sat until your legs ached and your nose felt about ready to fall off from the cold. you sat for far longer than it took him to drain his mug. you sat long enough that the rush of lunch traffic came and went below you.

you sat watching gray clouds churn in the sky, offering the only comfort you could: he wasn't alone.

eventually, he inhaled deeply, and you felt something shift.

"you want a grilled cheese?" his voice was rough and quiet, but using it was a good sign.

you recognized the offer as the thank you that it was.

"yeah," you matched his volume, gently breaking your silence. "that sounds good."

it wasn't over, not by a long shot. you could feel it in the air around you, as though jason was a storm and the front was rolling in. it would be a few days, you suspected, of this- of disconnect, of that distant look in his eyes.

and that was the best case scenario.

he pushed himself up and off the ground, wincing when his bad ankle popped unpleasantly, and you changed your mind. he wasn't the storm. a storm in his own right, sure, strong and beautiful and immovable to all the world, but in this case he was standing on the coast and watching the storm turn the ocean angry.

he reached a hand down to help you up.

you took it, squeezing it once, twice, three times in quick succession as you hauled yourself to your feet. once there, you relaxed your grip.

he kept his, keeping your palm against his own. bracing himself against the wind.

you'd be damned if you let him board up the windows and sandbag the doorways on his own.

#citrine writes #drabbledecember #HA I DID ONE #kinda. #jason todd #for anyone interested in how this fits the prompt fhjdkfhsj i wanted to explore how i process my own bad spaces #and then it turned into me thinking about how helpful company is and how many times people have saved me from spirals just by being Around #the other part of this that was super personal was the storm analogy. storms scared me as a kid #but now they're comforting and remind me of home #there's beauty in the scary parts of life too. even when the storm is here there's beauty in life #especially if you can share it. #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #imagines #dc imagines #dc #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #gn reader

[myseungsunglove]

44,640 Minutes | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warnings: fluff, mild cursing

Word Count: 720

Synopsis: the reader is missing her boyfriend while he is away on tour.

This is my first Drabble in years and years. I used to write regularly many years ago, so if this really sucks ass, I’m sorry. I’m so rusty!

Feedback Appreciated!

「© June 28, 2023 by myseungsunglove」

It had been a month since you last saw Kim Seungmin’s face live and in person. 31 days of absolute torture. 44,640 minutes without feeling his hand in yours. 2,678,400 seconds since his lips last brushed against yours.

You were losing your ever loving mind. The fact that you were keeping track of how long it had been since you had last been with Seungmin, down to the second, was proof enough that you were without a doubt head over heels in love with that little menace.

You stepped out of the Uber, buzzing with excitement. The LA sun was bright, the chill of the air reminded you that summer was still a long way off. You pulled your jacket closer around you as you walked toward the concert venue, still shocked you just got on a plane and flew half way across the world for a boy. Missing him made you do crazy things, but this one was an all time record.

The boys’ manager met you at the door with a warm smile. In your haste to leave Seoul two days ago, you had at least had the forethought to let someone know about your plans. Telling Seungmin a convincing lie about why you couldn’t FaceTime two nights in a row was much harder, but you managed.

It wasn’t long before you were surrounded by the usual crews. Occasionally people waved greetings and smiled warmly as you passed by. You could feel the butterflies flitting in your stomach the more steps you took. A month had been far too long without your boyfriend, and you couldn’t wait to have his arms around you.

The manager stepped through the door into a room where the boys were holding a pre-rehearsal rehearsal. A time that was much more relaxed than the actual rehearsal before the show. You followed, taking a deep breath as you did so.

“Look what I found roaming around outside,” he joked, stepping aside to reveal you to the group.

“Y/N!” a few of the boys rang out, but not your boyfriend. His back had been turned in deep discussion over a specific dance move with Minho.

“Shut up, guys. Not funny. You know I’m missing her like crazy. Don’t gotta rub it in on concert day,” he whined turning around to face the group. As he did so, he came face to face with you, a stupid grin plastered on your face, the beginnings of tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming happiness you felt.

“I really missed you too, Seungie,” you chuckled, looking up into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

His face scrunched up, confused for half a second before his brain caught up with what was going on.

“Shit,” he breathed out, as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, his face quickly nestled against your neck. “A month is too damn long,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your cold skin.

Your hand held the back of his head, fingers gently running through his soft brown hair, as you reluctantly pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes. You were barely able to do so before Seungmin’s pink, plush lips met yours in a slow, meaningful kiss. You pressed him closer to you and deepened the kiss, desperate to be closer to him.

“I agree,” you breathed out against his lips. “Let’s not do that again,” you added as your fingers combed through his hair once more. “I don’t have to be in my studio to get work done. I’m on hiatus anyway. I can record just about anywhere. You aren’t there. So, neither am I.”

His smile brightened, stretching all the way to his eyes. “So you’ll join us?” he asked, and you could hear the desperate hope in his voice.

“Can’t get rid of me now,” you joked, pressing your lips to his again.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smiled against your lips. What you didn’t know was that the 31 days away from Kim Seungmin had drove him to buy a ring just last night while missing you because he wanted to make sure you didn’t have to spend 31 days apart again. That ring was currently in his hotel room, hidden away in a safe.

44,640 minutes made people to some desperate things when they missed someone, but you’d both soon realize that these two decisions were the best decision either of you had ever made.

Tags from interest in original announcement I won’t continue to tag you unless you want: @starlostseungmin @backintomykpopphaseagain @jho-1

#kim seungmin #kim seungmin fic #kim seungmin x reader #stray kids fanfic #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin fanfiction #kim seungmin imagines

[jinkoh]

coming home

hyungwon x gn reader

tags: domestic fluff, kids/family au, dad!hyungwon, non-idol au, SFW

word count: 720

a/n: it's rlly just a tiny silly drabble about house husband!hyungwon bc @blizzardfluffykpop and I had dad!mx brainrot~

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When you’d first breached the topic of having children it felt difficult to you. You wanted children, you truly did. But you felt so torn at the thought that you’d have to give up on all the things you’d built up for yourself at work. Your career was important to you and you didn’t want to have to cut back, but just thinking about that made you feel terrible and like you couldn’t possibly be a good parent. Shouldn’t your children always come first? But was it so wrong to not want to choose between having a career and having a family?

Thoughts like these kept haunting you, but you didn’t dare to tell Hyungwon any of them. You were too scared to admit that, even in front of him.

Hungwon knew you well though. He noticed that you were brooding about this, stressing yourself out before you’d even made any decisions.

“You know,” he’d said one night, both of you already comfortable in bed and ready to call it a day. “I don’t mind staying home.”

“Huh?” You’d just stared at him through the dark. Somehow that possibility hadn’t even occurred to you.

“I can cut down my hours and I can also work from home a lot,” he continued and it didn’t sound like an impulsive idea. Hyungwon seemed to have given it a lot of thought.

Of course, the topic hadn’t been done and over with yet—you’d discussed things some more and considered your options realistically before even trying for a baby.

But in the end, you did it just like Hyungwon had suggested: He reduced his work hours and stayed home with the kids, only driving to the office if it really couldn’t be helped. And you returned to work, not having to give up on the goals you had for your career. It worked out well for the both of you: Hyungwon seemed to enjoy getting to stay with the kids and you were relieved you could keep your job without worrying. You loved your job after all.

And yet there was nothing you loved more than coming home to your family after a long day and listening to what they’d been up to during dinner time.

Today was no exception, you were filled with a sense of warmth and anticipation as you unlocked the door, happy to be back with your chaotic little family soon. You slipped out of your shoes and stepped inside, almost stumbling over your daughter’s backpack that she must have left in the hallway. It was oddly quiet, and you quickly found out why:

When you came into the living room you found your husband taking a nap on the floofy rug, the baby sleeping soundly on his chest and your daughter curled up at his side. They must have tired themselves out a lot to all be asleep like that and it was such a sweet sight, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a picture. 

You were hungry and had been looking forward to having dinner, but now that thought was basically forgotten. Instead of getting dinner ready and waking them up, you laid down on Hyungwon’s other side, resting your head against his shoulder and listening to the calm breathing of your family.

The moment you closed your eyes though, Hyungwon blinked his open to look at you.

“Welcome home,” he whispered barely audibly.

“I’m home,” you replied, earning you a smile.

“I’m sorry about dinner.”

“Don’t be. I can wait for dinner if it means I get to spend time with my family like this.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, gently nudging your nose with his own, “I like this too.”

Just when you both closed your eyes again, you were interrupted by a loud voice.

“I’M HUNGRY,” your daughter declared with fervor, making you once again wonder whom she got all this energy from. It surely wasn’t her dad, whose eyes still looked all sleepy.

At your daughter's loud announcement, the baby started to cry, not very pleased about the rude awakening.

Hyungwon huffed a laugh, as he gently rocked it in his arms. “There is no peace in this family,” he complained but there was no bite to it.

“I’m afraid so,” you replied, giving him a peck on the cheek and then got up. “Let’s make dinner.”

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#had some time to spare on my train today before i fell asleep lmao #i wanted to add them cooking too but i thought maybe this is a good point to end it #hyungwon x reader #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop headcanons #kebbis.writing #....do i need to make a monsta x masterlist perhaps

[tatumtater]

FAKE | J.M

pairing: fake boyfriend!joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni

summary: " I thought you lived a life of honor. " " This is be being honorable. " you asking neighbor, Joel Miller for a huge favor.

warnings/tags: au,fake boyfriend joel, age gap [joel is 32, reader is 29, nothing huge wouldn't even call it a gap], explicit language, awkwardness, alcohol, no use of y/n this is basically just a drabble to a possible series or like a few more drabble if it does good if i myself personally like it.

word count: 720, very short, I just wanted to attempt to write something and see if i or anyone liked it

You're not sure how you ended up here. Sitting at the bar top of some shitty corner bar on some shitty street. Your drink sitting in front of you as your now on your third one. Liquid courage you told yourself. might make the night go smoother.

You kept checking and darting your eyes back to the door and back to your phone. 8:43 p.m. He'll be here any minute and you're seriously questioning yourself if this is even worth it. It's a strange request and a even bigger favor to ask someone. Taking a deep breath in , you take a moment to study the busy atmosphere. Behind you there were several patrons playing pool, women sitting at a table watching their men battle it out through the game as a gossiped and sipped.

Your eyes adverted back to the door, taking a deep breath. Your right leg bounced as the nerves began to take back over. Maybe you should go home, you want to go home but you may have told a tiny lie to your sister who told your parents.

There. There he was, the man of the hour. In all his glory, his dark gray t-shirt worn with a pair medium washed jeans. His eyes like dirty, perfectly matched with the frown that stained his face.

Joel Miller.

His gaze shifted through the bar before landing on you and making his way to the bar. "Evening neighbor, haven't seen you in here before. "

His voice was smooth like honey, the southern drawl near possible not to swoon over. You smiled lightly and taking a sip of your drink " Don't get out much, bars aren't really my thing ya know? " Joel did a quick nod before hollarin' down at the bartender. A quick mumble of "the usual," and turned his gaze back towards you. " If bars aren't you thing then why you here if you don't mind be asking? "

Another drink, not a sip but more like a chug, before setting your glass down. Liquid courage. You can do this. Shifting your body towards him, you stared at him, " If we're being honest, I'm well- I'm here for you. " His eye brown raised slightly before taking a drink of the glass that was just placed in front of him, " Me? " You nodded, " You. I need a favor. A huge one and I didn't know who else to ask. " Joel placed his glass down, turning towards you to give you his full attention " Well lay it on me sweetheart, what can I do for you? "

Your nerves began to kick back in, it became increasingly hot all of a sudden. You felt like you were being dragged to the depths of hell with how flustered you became. Your cheeks began to paint crimson red. Your heart raced like you just ran a 5k and your hands became clammy as they sat in your lap. " I... I need to ask you to be my boyfriend. Fake one of course. I just happened to have told my sister that I was dating and she happened to tell well the whole family it seemed like. " Joel didn't say anything and the silence was loud. The pause wasn't long though before he took another drink, " I'll do it. " You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, " Oh thank god- " He interrupted " if- and only if you allow me to choose the little details. I really want to sell this. "

Joel didn't care what you were going to ask, his answer would have been yes to anything. You've been neighbors for almost 8 years. Barely twenty- on when you arrived, on your own and taking the world head on. Neither of you would say you were close friends. He helped you around the house and you helped with his daughter Sarah occasionally.

" It'd be an honor to be your boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. " You grinned, chugging the rest of your drink. The huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

" I thought you lived a life of honor. " His half lipped grin made way to his face before he sat up, " This is me being honorable. "

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel x y/n #hbo the last of us

[amystarsmith]

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu (SY) Drabble

Basically SY feels guilty about YQY calling him Xiao-Jiu

Word Count:720

Can be platonic or romantic!

“Xiao-Jiu.” The sect leader said calmly, beginning to address Shen Qingqiu. It was a calm afternoon, until it all suddenly blew up.

“Don’t call me that!!” The Qing Jing peak lord slammed his hand on the table, causing his own tea cup to tumble over. He didn’t care about the hot tea getting on his clothes or on his hands, he didn’t care about the cup shattering to the floor in an instant.

Yue Qingyuan looked startled, wincing when the cup broke. It was from one of the sets he had gifted the man, so seeing it destroyed hurt his heart a little. Shen Qingqiu didn’t seem to calm down all that much, his brows still furrowed.

Suddenly it hit him, there would be no reason for him to act like this. This was different then when Shen Jiu would tell the sect leader to shut up, a more raw feeling in his voice as he yelled.

Shen Yuan had tried to play his part well. Being cordial and nice to the people around him, trying to fix his body’s awful reputation.

But this felt so different.

Yue Qingyuan would constantly be calling him by a name that wasn’t his, a personal name that wasn’t his. The way the sect leader said it too was always so tender and warm.

He’d be looking at Shen Qingqiu as if he was the sunshine after a rainy day. Warm, ready to surround you and comfort you now that the clouds are gone.

It made Shen Yuan too uncomfortable. He wasn’t the one Yue Qingyuan had wanted to give that look.

It was meant for the original Shen Qingqiu, the irritable Shen Jiu.

The person Shen Yuan wasn’t.

“Don’t…. Don’t call me that, please.” His tone was changed as he said it a second time, sitting back down politely. He took his hand off of the table, ignoring the feeling of his wet and warm robe sticking to the wood.

The look Yue Qingyuan held now was… worry. Those sunshine filled eyes, warm and happy, were slightly glossy now, the man’s brows a little furrowed.

“Shen… Qingqiu.” The sect leader’s voice was soft, he was testing if that form of address was okay. The peak lord met his eyes, there was so much emotion that wasn’t usually behind them. “What’s wrong with me calling you that?”

It was a simple question, but to Shen Yuan it held too much weight. So many things could be said and asked about it, like that he wasn’t Shen Jiu and shouldn’t be called that.

But that would only bring more questions.

Shen Yuan breathed in shakily, remembering what the dreams he had showed him of Shen Jiu’s past.

His enslavement. How he had met Yue. How he acted to proud but in reality was just as scared as every other child there.

“Jiu isn’t a name.” Shen Qingqiu buried his nails into his robes, clenching down on the skin underneath it all. “It’s just a number. Slaves never got names.” Every word that left his throat felt bitter, like as it crawled from his mouth it left a burning trail. Shen Qingqiu felt his face get hot, the words struggling to make it out as he talked.

“I’m no longer a slave, Yue Qingyuan.” He made eye contact with the man, a fierce look in green eyes despite the tears welling up in them. “Saying such a title as my number is disrespectful and only brings bad thoughts.”

The look of the sect leader’s face changed. Thinking, accepting, looking at Shen Qingqiu with a look of pity.

Shen Yuan knew that Shen Jiu couldn’t stand that face.

“Okay… I understand. That makes a lot of sense.” Yue Qingyuan sighed, picking up a new cup and pouring tea for the man across from him.

“… if you must call me Xiao something, Yuan is a name I like. The wall version, not like yours meaning source…” he continued, ignoring how Yue Qingyuan stopped pouring tea.

“Xiao-Yuan.” The way the sect leader said it held so much weight, as if his name was the most important thing in the world.

“… Yue-Ge.” Was Shen Qingqiu’s informal reply, sipping on his tea as the sect leader beamed in front of him.

Maybe this new life won’t be so bad.

#ficlet #Drabble #fic Drabble #svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #yue qingyuan #yueshen #yueyuan #what is their ship name #Shen Qingqiu/Yue Qingyuan #shen qingqiu #Shen yuan #Shen Yuan/Yue Qingyuan

[yaehao]

first impressions matter.

wc: 596

genre: highschool!au ; rich boy!jay ; fluff

feat. park jongseong ; 박종성

note: first drabble in a whiiiiile ahshhdh she's been sitting in my drafts for a bit so i just cleaned her up and here she it >:0 i'm gonna work on putting out more one shots :D

your best friends, jimin and soojin, stood next to you, lightly nudging you with excitement about finally being able to see your boyfriend: park "he goes to another school" jongseong for the first time.

you'd talked non-stop about him ever since you two finally started dating after being childhood friends for so long that jimin and soojin knew him probably as well as you did. although, you did withhold some information about him from them, like his family life, his fortune, his livelihood. they'd only seen pictures of him on both of your social media accounts, on which he appeared as just a normal highschool boy.

they hadn’t met him yet, considering the fact that you ended up going to different highschools and your two excited friends standing with you were ones that you’d made during your first week of class. they simply had no prior knowledge of him before that.

full disclosure, you loved your boyfriend dearly. you loved him past his wealth and flashiness and love to show off. however, you stood with worry as your eyes glanced over the text you had sent to your boyfriend 10 minutes prior that read "please don't tell me you're coming in anything flashy." 

a text that he had left on read.

oh boy.

as you waited at the front of your school for him to come by to pick you up, you scrolled through your previous text messages with him recounting your date plans for the night after you'd both gotten out of school. he told you he'd pick you up after your classes, and you obliged without thinking about the fact that your friends had never met your boyfriend before.

then, you saw it.

his ever so beautiful black and blue mclaren 720s.

you sighed heavily as you watched all eyes look toward the car. entire friend groups turned their heads to get a glance, eyes wide open, jaws dropped. your friends were just as amazed and you stood still, just staring at him as you heard them whisper around you.

"no way, who is that?"

“does he go to our school?”

“no way, that has to be someone’s parents.”

“that’s literally my dream car.”

if only you could capture a picture of their faces when the supercar pulled in front of the three of you and stopped.

he stepped out, making direct eye contact with you, dressed in black slacks and a button down, a bouquet of roses in hand.

"hi, darling, i hope i didn't keep you waiting too long."

jimin and soojin's jaws dropped at the realization, and your cheeks heated up when you became aware of all the attention you were getting from everyone around you. you shook your head quickly and walked toward his car, reaching for the door handle.

he quickly made his way over to your side, intercepting your attempts to let yourself into his car, placing his own hand over the handle.

"let me, love."  

your best friends watched in amazement as the door opened upwards and he helped you step into the car, him closing it behind you and making his way to his side.

you glanced over at the girls, giving them a sheepish smile and wave through the window as they continued to stand there, stunned and speechless.

when you heard jay's door close, you turned to him with a playfully angry look in your eyes.

"i thought i said not to come in anything flashy."

"you did." he started his car and revved the engine before driving off to begin your date night.

"but first impressions matter."

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[starrierknight]

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“Everyone has a thousand wishes before a tragedy, but just one afterward.” ― Fredrik Backman, Beartown

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For you to like him, he doesn't need to be perfect—but he's pretty damn close to it.

❥ teach him a lesson | 3.2k nsfw

It's time someone taught him the merits of asking nicely.

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✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ 'Cause I'm all that you want, boy / All that you can have, boy / Got me spread like a buffet / Bon a—, bon appétit, baby — Katy Perry, Bon Appétit

❥ drunk 'n' nasty | 8.8k kt nsfw

“Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

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HEADCANONS

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[velidewrites]

|| Here you can find my Day Court Elucien drabbles!

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Sleep || 720 words

Lucien comforts Elain after a nightmare.

Babysitters || 455 words

Based on this request: Drabble idea - Auntie Elain and Nyx

One Hundred || 586 words

On the morning of her one-hundredth birthday, Elain wants nothing more than to disappear into the covers. Fortunately, her mate has other plans.

Come To The Day Court, We Have Orgies || 906 words

Helion goes way too far when he decides to host a city-wide orgy in his new heir’s name.

Surprise || 850 words

Based on this request: A prompt for Elain week (if it inspires you!) : tired/cranky Elain coming home to a surprise prepared by Lucien & baby Elucien.

Every Morning || 392 words

Based on this request: Elain and Helion’s interactions (whether they are up to shenanigans or having a wholesome bonding moment heheh)

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[iridescentxstars]

yandere!lee know x fem!reader || breeding + possession — @soluvcore || additional: you know what i like bestieeee || wc: 720~

— light degradation, name calling + marking

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

His hands caress your body, lips pressing on the back of your neck as he hums lowly and stills inside you, his warm seed released in you has you moaning softly as your body relaxes into the midnight purple satin sheets. Minho chuckles as he feels you turning to jelly in his arms as he moves your body so that you are on your back.

Your eyes are barely open as you look up at his handsome features and take in that teasing half-smile he has. You know the words that are about to come out of his mouth and yet, you can't find the energy to stop them from being spoken. "Aren't you so pretty like this?" Minho leans forward, running the tip of his nose along the side of your own before kissing your lips, chin, neck, rolling his hips as he captures your lips again. He drinks your moans like they are all he needs to survive - as if you are all he needs to live.

"Like what?" You whisper against his lips when he barely pulls away to take in the way you look in the afterglow.

"When you are filled to the brim, being claimed as mine." He says with an oddly affectionate tone, one that is reserved for these moments, the ones where he basks in the fact that you are here with him.

Finally.

He's pursued you for days, weeks, months, years. Minho grew more and more obsessed with you with every rejection and soon, you were his entire world and he was going to do whatever it took to have you in his possession. You had never had a man treat you the way Minho did, every guy growing progressively worse and who was there whenever you cried after a heartbreak?

How could you keep rejecting him when he made you feel so good about yourself after someone made you feel like shit?

You see the smug look on his face and tilt your head, furrowing your brow before humming. "Mm, you're wrong about something there," you see a flash of panic cross his features before putting him out of his misery, "I'm not filled to the brim."

Oh, you loved messing him and you know that he hated it in the best of ways. It sets something off in him every time you do it and while buried deep inside you isn't any different.

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, the look matched with his smirk has a sweet shiver running down your spine. You can feel him growing harder inside you with every roll of his hips until he pulls away and raises his body so that he's looking down at you like a meal he's about to devour. "Should I fill you until you're dripping my cum, so full that even when I fuck you later, you'll still have my cum inside you? Is that what you want, my pretty little whore?" How can he call you that with such a sweet, teasing tone, making it sound as soft as him calling you Princess?

He doesn't wait for you to answer, he doesn't need to because he can see it in your eyes, the way they widen with surprise at his words with that lovely hint of lust behind them.

Minho is going to claim you, over and over, until you can't take him anymore. He's going to make sure every inch of you is covered in his love for you, that there's not an inch of your body that he doesn't know as intimately as his own. You'll be his most prized possession, the thing that he will take care of and cherish like he always has and if anyone is going to play with you, use you, break you, it'll be him. Only him.

"Mine." He growls, his lips leaving another mark on your body as he releases into you, stilling for only a moment before picking up his pace again - not letting you rest until he's kept his word. "Only mine. All mine."

He repeats over and over, all night until the dawn breaks, he repeats those words until they are almost all you know in your fucked-out state. You are his now, forever and he'll remind you of that regardless of whether you need it or not.

#kinktober22 #kvanity #straykidsland #lee know drabbles #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles #stray kids smut #lee know smut #skz smut #♛ — ©iridescentxstars

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Drabble No. 10

Summary: “John….” you gasped, reaching over to touch him softly as he sat himself up too, reaching over to tilt your chin up. “Who did this to you?” he said, his voice low. His eyes were dark, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Pairing: John Wick x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 720

Warnings: mentions of dead spouses, implied violence, injuries, a little fluff

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You never thought you would find yourself alone. Here. In this hotel. 

John had told you about the Continental when he had explained your world to him. 

Because he wanted to be honest with you from the beginning, even though he was out. For good. 

He wanted to tell you, before you fell in love with him. 

He didn’t know you already had back then and that nothing he could tell you about him would change that.

Because you fell in love with John. The guy who mowed your lawn after your husband died. The guy who brought you flowers every week. Who had a library in his house that was bigger than yours. 

John and you had been neighbours for many years. You had known his late wife. You had been there when he had to build back his house after an explosion you only learned later was intentional and no accident at all. 

You were living with him in this new house now. Your house next door sold a year ago.

Everything was perfect. 

Until John disappeared three weeks ago.

The past seemed to have a way to suck him back.

He just went out to deliver some of the books he had finished binding to the post office and he hadn’t been back since then. 

You were sick with worry.

John kept the dangerous part of his past life to himself. But you knew Aurelio, the only person he was still in contact with.

So this is where you went after John disappeared. 

And Aurelio promised to make some calls and get back to you. 

But then he disappeared too. 

You called the police, you called everyone you could think of. 

And apparently you were getting close because last night after you packed the groceries into your car someone had threatened you, choking you until you almost couldn’t breathe to stop asking questions. That you would never find him. 

You knew there was only one place left to go. 

Nobody really spared you any glace as you walked through the entry hall of the hotel. You took a deep breath as you made your way towards the front desk, a tall man looking up at you with a pleasant smile. 

“Welcome to the Continental Hotel. How may I help you?” he asked and you gave him a small smile in return. 

“I am looking for someone. I don’t know if he’s here….”

“What is the name?”

“John Wick,” you said and the man's lips pressed into a thin line, looking at you for a long moment. 

“One moment,” he said and you nodded, nervously sucking your bottom lip in as the man turned away from you and walked into the back office. 

If he wouldn’t be here he would have….

“If you would follow me please,” you jumped, not having noticed the man had returned and followed him. 

–

The man, Charon, had led you into one of the suites of the hotel, telling you to wait here and that John was indeed in the hotel, but currently not available. 

You were relieved. 

Even though you knew he technically wasn’t allowed back to the hotel, you knew he was safe. 

You must have fallen asleep at some point, waking up to the room in darkness and a warm body next to yours. 

“John,” you whispered and he stirred. 

“Yeah. Yeah I’m here…” he mumbled and you sat yourself up, blindly searching for the lightswitch. 

Tears came to your eyes when you finally saw him, his whole face littered with cuts and bruises.

“John….” you gasped, reaching over to touch him softly as he sat himself up too, reaching over to tilt your chin up. 

“Who did this to you?” he said, his voice low. His eyes were dark, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Did… What?” you asked, tears running down your cheeks. 

”Who choked you?” he asked and you closed your eyes, shaking your head. 

“I… I don’t know. I was looking for you and someone found me and told me to stop asking questions… John… Where were you?” you asked, looking at him. 

He shook his head. 

“Not now,” he whispered and pulled his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He just looked at you for a moment before he kissed you softly.

#my fic #drabble #john wick #john wick x fem reader #Keanu reeves #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #prompt

[yeslieutenant]

In The Kitchen

A/N: Another tipsy drabble. Enjoy.

Warnings: Oral sex (on female); p in v smut; praise kink; unprotected sex; lil bit of edging if you squint.

Word Count: 720

“Doll,” Jason drawls, his husky tone sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, Jase?” I say. His lips land on my neck, and his tongue darts out, giving my skin a small lick. Not enough to do anything other than cause a trickle of warmth in my core, but definitely a tease of what’s to come.

“You can’t wander around the house in nothing but my button down, doll.” The words are mumbled against my tender flesh, and I feel a sly grin spread across my cheeks.

“Why not?” The question rolls off my tongue without hesitation, his hands tighten where they rest on my hips.

“Cause of this.” His hips press firmly into my ass, and I feel his erection against me. “Keep your hands on the counter, babe.” His warmth is gone then, but it’s only moments before I feel his hands pushing on the insides of my thighs, forcing them apart enough that his head and shoulders can fit between the space.

“Jason, we are in the kitchen!”

“Then you better not make a sound, sweetheart.” His tongue slides along my slit, and I feel my knees shake at the sensation of his warm breath against my pussy.

He looks up at me, his brown eyes locked on me as his tongue glides circles over my clit, and as he pulls away, his fingers grip my thighs. Fuck he shouldn’t look this good on his knees. I feel myself release a small breath, and he smirks before diving back in, pulling my clit between his lips and sucking. A gasp of his name leaves my throat unbidden, and I drop my hand to tangle in his hair.

His fingers wrap around mine, tugging the hand from his hair as he stands, my thighs still on either side of his head.

“I’m setting you on the counter, put your hands back so you don’t fall.” Listening to his instructions, I allow my hands to hit the granite as he lowers my back to the chilly surface. His mouth immediately goes back my pussy, feasting on me like I’m his last fucking meal. I thread my hands in his soft brown locks again, tugging gently at the strands as the coil in my belly is pulled taunt. Right as it’s about to snap, the marine pulls away, his chin glistening with my slick.

“Jason, why did you-“

“I told you to keep your hands on the counter, doll. Now you only get to come when I say so.” I drop my head to the surface in frustration.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Nope. Time for talking is up. Only thing I wanna hear outta that pretty mouth o’yours is my name.”

“Jason-” My words are lost on empty air though as Jason slides home, his cock hitting all of the spots inside me that force gasps and groans from my lips. His hips slam into mine, and he leans down, his lips brushing breaths over my ear as he speaks.

“Beg for it, darlin’.” He’s got my thighs around his hips, one hand holding under my knee, the other hand resting on the counter beside my head.

“Please, Jason. Please let me come.” The words are labored, broken by little sounds that spill from my lips.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He’s taunting me now.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Lieutenant.”

“Then come for me, my good girl.”

The orgasm is white heat, coursing through my spine, creating an almost painful arch in my back as Jason’s name leaves my mouth in a harsh cry, and my toes curl as he thrusts once, twice, before pressing forward and stilling. His hot breaths land on my collarbone as we both come down from our collective highs, and he chuckles lightly in contentment.

“Are you two fuckers done?” Nick calls out, and Jason and I immediately panic, making ourselves presentable, which, unfortunately, involves him pulling away from me.

“Yeah, sorry, Nicky.” Nick strides into the kitchen as I take a sip of my now lukewarm coffee, and Jason shoots me a wink and a small smile as his hand lands on the small of my back.

“And you assholes told me I wasn’t allowed to get it on in the kitchen. Fuckin hypocrites.”

At least he said it with a laugh, right?

*****

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[hamsterclaw]

Switch

A drabble from Rage ft Jimin.

(Part of my 50 fics drabbles series!)

Pairing: Jimin x F! reader

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 720

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing

You admire your boyfriend’s beautiful body as he sits, legs spread, back against the headboard of the bed you share.

Jimin’s always been gorgeous, arms and legs lean but roped with muscle, torso chiseled, skin glowing with health.

He’s always found you beautiful too, or so he’s said.

You met when he came to you for help managing his emotions.

He’s mellowed a little but he’s still angry.

If only he weren’t so damn magnificent when he’s angry.

Jimin’s watching as you slip a silk tie around his right wrist and knot it to the bedpost. His muscles flex and jump as your breasts brush his arm.

He licks his lips.

You try to ignore the heat in his gaze as you do the same to his other arm.

You put a hand on his bare chest. ‘You’ll do as I say?’ you ask, hesitant.

Jimin’s expression softens as he looks at you.

‘I’ll do whatever you want,’ he promises.

You kiss his plush lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like the chocolate ice cream he’d fed you after dinner.

The kiss is sweet, warm, arousing. Jimin’s always been good with his tongue. He lets out a sound of protest as you pull away.

‘Did I say you could make a noise?’ you ask, sternly.

Jimin’s eyebrows rise.

He shakes his head, and there’s a spark of something in his eyes.

You slide your hands up your body, cupping your breasts over your lacy bra.

Jimin’s so fixated on your chest it almost makes you self-conscious.

He’s perceptive, as always, detecting the dip in your confidence.

‘Look at me,’ Jimin says, commanding, like he’s not the one tied up, immobilised.

He jerks his chin at his groin. ‘I’m so hard I’m starting to ache. You’re doing great, baby.’

The affection in his eyes gives you the courage to say, ‘If you don’t stop talking I’m going to get myself off right in front of you and I won’t let you cum.’

Jimin watches hungrily as you slip a hand under your panties, stroking it over your clit.

You slide a finger into yourself and put it into Jimin’s mouth. He sucks, licking your finger clean.

He’s starting to sweat, his normally beautifully coiffed blond hair sticking to his forehead, chest gleaming.

His eyes plead with you.

You tug his briefs down his muscled thighs and wrap your fingers around his cock.

Jimin bites his lip as you stick your tongue out and dribble saliva onto his cock.

You lick his tip, and he gasps.

‘You like that, baby?’ you ask.

You start sucking him in earnest, getting him wet the way he likes.

Jimin’s heel drums on the bed, his chest heaves, and he starts grunting, bucking his hips.

‘Gonna c-‘

You pull off instantly, and Jimin whines.

‘Not yet, my love, you cum when I say you can.’

Jimin’s hips still.

‘Please,’ he says, hoarsely. ‘Baby please.’

You’re so wet you can feel yourself dripping between your thighs.

‘I want you too baby,’ you tell him, cupping his cheek. ‘Can you feel how wet I am?’

Jimin groans as you slip his cock between your folds.

‘Yes, fuck, yes.’

‘I want you to fuck me hard,’ you whisper, hand on his chest.

The headboard rattles as Jimin tries to pull free.

‘Need to get inside you,’ he rasps. ‘Please.’

You press your forehead against his.

‘Can we switch now?’ you ask. ‘I want you to fuck me hard, Jimin, I want you to take over.’

‘Untie me,’ Jimin pleads.

You dive for one of the ties. It’s barely loose before Jimin slips his hand free, curls it around your hip and sinks his cock into you in one hard thrust.

You cum as he enters you, and Jimin groans, deep in his chest.

‘Gonna fucking cum,’ he warns, shutting his eyes as he thrusts again.

A moment later you feel his warmth fill you.

Too soon, he’s pulling off. You grab his hips and whine in protest.

‘My arm,’ Jimin says, teeth gritted. ‘It’s gonna come out of its socket.’

He unties himself and is still hard enough to re-enter you, sinking back into you with another groan.

Jimin buries his face in your hair.

‘That was fucking hot,’ he pants. ‘You can boss me around anytime.’

©hamsterclaw 2022

#bts smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fanfic

[maxinemaxmayfield]

hello friends, i’m morgan or cass (she/they) and my personality is basically a combination of pam beesly and bubbles the powerpuff girl but make it queer. i write fanfic and sometimes edit silly little videos. 

current fixations: stranger things and steddie, the last of us

fanfic tag / ao3

silly little videos

steddie fic masterlist below the cut!

various drabbles and ficlets on tumblr & ao3

it's time to run • teen, 26.5k

“–Can you hear me? Dustin! Earth to Dustin!” Steve jolts upright. Eddie’s voice, slightly distorted, coming through the walkie. Nancy’s voice answers, and Steve blinks, looking around. He’s in the Wheelers’ basement, folded awkwardly into a horribly uncomfortable chair with wooden armrests. Lucas and Dustin are snoring nearby, and there’s the sound of soft voices and the clatter of cutlery from upstairs. He’s been here before.

this feels right and i'm letting it • teen, 3.2k

“Girls are more touchy, Steven, more emotional. Men don’t do things like that, hugging and crying. Those things are only for little boys.” OR five times Steve gets hit, and one time he realises he needs something else

In Eddie's Honor • teen, 5.8k • warning for major character death

Without thinking, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the indent made by the pen. Eddie must have pressed down harder than necessary, leaving a tactile mark as well as the visual one. Steve’s hit by the realisation that Eddie will never write his name again. Never write or draw, or even hold a pen again. Ever. For the first time in two weeks, he stops. He looks around his room, feeling lost, feeling alone and so achingly, horribly empty.

i send you things i wouldn't say • teen, 7.8k

It starts with a text to a wrong number. That's not where it ends.

what did i get right to deserve somebody like you? • gen, 720

He’s holding a faded, battered book that looks like a photo album, too overfilled to close properly. It’s covered in poorly drawn hearts and flowers, shaky handwriting across the front declaring, “My Dream Wedding.”

sweet gingerbread made with molasses • teen, 10.1k

Steve Harrington has two goals this Christmas: 1. Survive working as a Christmas Elf at Starcourt Mall 2. Convince his new coworker that Christmas isn't all bad

cupid is a knavish lad • mature, 12k

Of course, Steve is going to go support Robin when she lands the role of Mustardseed in Hawkins High's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, there's no question about that. He isn't expecting Eddie Munson to be playing Puck, and definitely isn't expecting him to jump off the stage and sit in his lap partway through the show.

nobody rules these streets at night like me • mature, 57k Steddie Big Bang 2023 - art by maikaartwork

Eddie Munson has never stayed in one place for long. When his mom disappears for the last time and his dad goes to jail, he has no other family to turn to. He spends his teenage years moving through the foster system, making friends and then losing them just as quickly. In the end, there’s never any reason to stay. After he runs away from his fifth foster home, he finds his way to Hawkins, Indiana and for the first time, finds a reason to stay.

How to Be a Heartbreaker • mature, 8.7k

Steve has a plethora of methods under his belt for getting his conquests to leave soon after they’re both satisfied. He’s used them all, with varying rates of success. He doesn’t have much experience in getting someone to stay.

Young and Reckless • mature, 41k

Welcome to Lover’s Lake Summer Camp, Summer of ‘86! Steve Harrington knows exactly what to expect when he starts his third summer as a counsellor at Lover's Lake - screaming kids, tiny cabins, mediocre food, and smelling so strongly of sunscreen and campfire smoke that no amount of soap can get rid of it. It's his favourite part of the year, and he can't fucking wait. Until a new counsellor turns up and everything changes.

we'll be burning up like neon lights • explicit, 3.5k

“So, what’s Eddie Munson doing in a place like this?” Steve asks, wiping a droplet of beer from the corner of those goddamn lips.   Eddie rolls his eyes. “That’s a terrible come-on.” “Coming from Mr. Come-Here-Often?” Steve says, a mock deep voice that, apparently, is supposed to be Eddie.  “I didn’t fucking say that,” Eddie points out, taking another deep drink. It’s taking far too long to hit him. He should’ve ordered a shot. Or three. Steve laughs, throwing his head back. Showing off that fucking neck, again. “Close enough. You didn’t answer my question though.” “Same thing you’re doing, presumably.” Steve looks him up and down, one eyebrow quirked. “Yeah? So why’d we stop?”

sink your teeth before i disappear • explicit, 4k

“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” OR Sharing a room leads to sharing a bed leads to sharing...more

stay here series • explicit, 6.8k part 1 - stay a little longer (stay a little longer with me) part 2 - stay a while (let me hold you) part 3 - if you stay, stay darling (stay in my corner)

Steve finds out the hard way that Eddie is extremely vocal when he's getting comfortable, and other such situations.

the boy in the band is backstage after the show • explicit, 16.3k

In Indianapolis, Steve Harrington can explore his sexuality. Can flirt and dance with men, unashamed and unafraid. In Indianapolis, Eddie Munson is free. Free to be a freak, a metalhead, a queer. But Indiana is smaller than either of them knows.

if my body told the truth • explicit, 19.3k

“Hey, hi Eddie, hey, it’s Steve. Uh, do you know anything about cats?” he asks. There’s a pause. “Steve, did you get a cat?” OR - Steve gets a cat to ease the loneliness, but she likes his fuckbuddy better than him

Ahoy, Sailor! • explicit, 3.6k

Eddie spins around with a Cheshire cat grin and a polaroid clutched in his hand. He holds it up, and Steve squints to see what it’s a picture of. “Why have I never seen this?” Eddie asks, and Steve can make out two blue-and-white-clad figures, standing behind the new counter of a just-opened ice cream shop. Oh, shit.

With Demons in My Head • explicit, 64.3k

Eddie dropped his voice low and leaned in towards Steve. “Can I let you in on a little secret, Harrington? No one’s life is what it looks like from the outside.”