Drabbles For Ateez, Exo, Bts, Nct 127, Monsta X, Superm, Wayv, And Day6 Are Open! Send Requests, Here!

Okay so you know how taeyong is always an angel taking care of everyone right... But like you're careless and it pisses him off is wot I want 😇😇😇 angst that ends in fluff with smut if that's ok???

drabbles for ateez, exo, bts, nct 127, monsta x, superm, wayv, and day6 are open! send requests, here!

warnings - smut, angst, frustration, fluff

Taeyong was used to being ignored, not in the sense that people wouldn’t give him attention, but in the sense that he truly did mother all of his groupmates. It wasn’t like he wanted to constantly worry about his friends, it was just a sort of tic he had.

Something inherent in him. Not that he’d change it if he could. He liked knowing that the people he loved were cared for, even if it came at the cost of his energy and patience. He couldn’t for the life of himself tell anyone the number of times he’d saved Mark and Johnny from dehydration during their intense practices.

So imagine his complete and utter exhaustion when you waltz into his life, wild and careless, the complete and polar-opposite of Taeyong. He’s irritated at first, wants to slap some sense into you every time 127′s practices start right as your group’s ends. There’s a sort of frustration that eats away at him when he sees you leave the spacious room without a water bottle or even an apple to keep you running throughout the rest of the day.

It’s not for him to worry about you, he knows that, but it only gets impossibly more difficult not to when you befriend Yuta and Jungwoo, invite them to parties with some of your friends from EXO and Shinee… You become that much more present in his life and it makes electricity run through his veins when he sees the way you play-wrestle with Yuta, Jungwoo cheering the both of you on. Did you have no concern for your health? Did they?

“Ah, be careful,” he tells Yuta curtly, sending a stern glance Jungwoo’s way for double-measure.

“Come on, Taeyong-hyung. We’re just playing…” Jungwoo pouts.

“Until what? Someone breaks an ankle?” He counters. “Y/N could get hurt.”

“I can handle myself, Taeyong.” You grumble, hopping on an unexpecting Yuta’s back.

“You can risk your own health on your own time, Y/N,” he snaps, “but don’t risk the health of my members.”

He feels bad almost immediately- when he sees you pale at his tone and slide off of Yuta. But he leaves the room nonetheless, ignoring the pointed glares from Yuta and Jungwoo. Those, he could handle. He could handle glares galore if it meant keeping people close to him safe.

But there’s a deep loneliness that settles in his bones when he doesn’t see you around for a few weeks, and it settles deeper when he notices that you leave your practices briskly whenever his group shows up. He can feel the frustration radiating off of Yuta and Jungwoo during their practices, and a few fans had pointed out the awkwardness between the three of them in interviews as well.

It’s almost inevitable, the way he somehow finds you at a party on a late Sunday night, dancing between who he thinks might be Sehun and Kai, Taemin drinking at a stool next to the three of you, laughing at the ridiculous show you’re putting on.

You’re pretty, he notices immediately. Wearing makeup that you must have put on yourself because SM never would have put that smoky-eye on you themselves- nor would they have allowed the thigh-high boots you wear to match a skin-tight black mini-dress. You’re absolutely stunning.

He’s noticed before, he’s not blind to you. But he’s never truly allowed himself to gawk at you.

“She’s great, right?” Taemin asks him, offering him a cup of soju that Taeyong can’t say no to.

“Yeah,” Taeyong agrees, sipping greedily at his drink.

“She thinks you’re kind of an asshole, though.”

Taeyong nods, “don’t blame her,” he says matter-of-factly.

“But you’ve got stars in your eyes for her, don’t you?”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, but he can’t say Taemin isn’t right. There’s a mix of bubbling excitement and awe roaring up in his chest that only proves Taemin’s accusation true.

“I think she likes you, too.” Taemin shrugs, “so why don’t you go over there, and make things right, huh?”

He nudges Taeyong forward, and whether it’s that nudge or the alcohol that gives Taeyong the courage he needs, he just doesn’t know. All he knows is that he steps forward, pulls you away from the center of the crowd and takes you outside to the deck of the club, mutters out a lame excuse for “I’m sorry,” and melts when you pft at him- practically slap his apology out of the way- and kiss him hard on the mouth.

He should probably be frustrated with you, at the way you snake your tongue into his mouth and plaster yourself to his chest… at the way you just carelessly lead him back to your apartment, not saying a word to him the whole time because there’s somehow an unspoken understanding between the two of you already.

The frustration, for you, for Yuta and Jungwoo, for himself especially, disappears when you’re on top of him. Fistfuls of his hair trapped in your fists while you snap your hips against his, get him rubbing against the inside of you so sinfully that he breaks the skin on his bottom lip from biting down on it so hard- the pleasure rippling through him dangerously while you moan out his name, cry out harshly when he pinches your kiss-swelled nipples between eager fingers.

It’s hot and quick, sweaty and needy, angry and so soft he’s nearly crying when he comes. Feels you clamp harder around him, grind deeper as you chase your own high.

“I just want you safe,” he whispers against your hair when you finally drift to sleep hours later, spent from sex and talking. Your breathing, a lullaby, he drifts soon after- feeling at peace finally.

ride my thigh

Son Hyunwoo x Chae Hyungwon (Showhyung / Hyungnu) | saw a gif and tweet and had to write this | Thigh Riding | wc: 1.8k

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references

Summary: Hyungwon accidentally let it slip to Hyunwoo that he has great thighs, and it’s not Hyunwoo’s fault that he offers Hyungwon a ride.

a/n: i saw a tweet about that gif saying that hyungwon definitely wants to ride shownu’s thighs, and i agree. so here. i wrote this. this is not the gif btw, but if u watched weekly idol then u know that part where shownu hyungwon clings onto shownu? yes that part.

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Finnick Odair Being Your Mentor Would Include...

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2 years ago

The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet….Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over…

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am…so…we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it…

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

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5 years ago

Got7 Yugeom and Bambam/Kunpimook x reader smut | Dirty T or D

Summary: Reader loses a dare and so she has to fuck Yugyeom in front of Bambam.

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4 years ago

satisfaction

♡ a/n: i couldn't answer the request directly but here it is-- and you guys know i love harry but yk... smut <3

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

♡ 1: do you think of me when you touch yourself?

♡ 24: has he ever touched you like this?

♡ 26: were you masturbating?

harry potter was one of the kindest people you'd ever met. the way he treated you was like royalty and you truly did think he deserved the world-- but you couldn't bring yourself to love him. every time you had sex with harry, you shamefully thought about draco malfoy instead. you were one of the many girls infatuated with the slytherin prince but what good reason could you have to throw away a good relationship over a fantasy? none. and that's what you told yourself every time you found yourself thinking of him-- the latest being tonight. a potion gone wrong in class by none other than draco malfoy had prompted you to skip out on dinner to take a shower and get the melted mystical ingredients out of your hair. you made yourself presentable as you were going to meet harry afterwards but sat on your bed and thought about draco again. his grey eyes had widened when his potion spat at you and he apologised. that's right, apologised. it's basic human decency yet all you could fucking think about was letting him pin you down and ruin you. looking at the time, you gave in and laid back and trailed your fingers between your legs, underneath your skirt. you circled yourself, about to touch yourself to the wrong person when the door flew open and you screamed.

draco was standing in your doorway, blushing heavily and his eyes darted to your hand, making you yell and throw a pillow at him. "turn around you bloody git!" you cried. "i just came to see if you were alright after our potions mishap!" he laughed. this was humiliating, why the hell was he laughing? "were you masturbating?" "no!" he raised a blond eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "well i was about to before you so rudely interrupted." you huffed, cheeks burning. draco closed the door before stepping towards you and your breath hitched visibly. "potter doesn't satisfy you then?" he smirked, gazing down at you. "excuse me?" offended, you scoffed. "i mean, if he did you wouldn't be in your dorm touching yourself instead of meeting him." his fingertips brushed over your waist and he kept going carefully. "and you wouldn't spend your class time staring at the person he hates most." fuck. he had you. "draco," you warned-- against what? you couldn't say. "tell me love, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" the bastard knew the answer just as you knew you were dangerously close to doing one of the worst things you could. "shut up malfoy." you whispered without a hint of sincerity. "the real thing would be better y/n. aren't you the least bit," he licked his lips slowly, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. "curious?" of course you were. he laughed warmly at your silence and his hot breath hit your face. gods. closing the gap between you two, your lips crashed against his.

teeth grazed over each other and draco immediately set on exploring your mouth with his tongue, which you let him do happily. he shoved you against the wall and attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin roughly. harry was thrown from your mind and you were purely concentrated on draco's wet mouth on your skin. unbuttoning your top, he slid a finger underneath you bra and fondled you while rubbing through the fabric of your panties. a gasp left you, helping that awful smirk of his grow. you moaned when his finger slid into your entrance and pumped into you. quick paced and thrusting into you with heavy desire, draco kissed you again-- sloppily but filled with adoration. "always bloody knew you should be with me and not him," he growled, fingers fucking you harder. "you're mine-- and so is your dirty little cunt." you nodded, shaking from his motions and moaned breathily. "has he ever touched you like this?"you shook your head and groaned. "never draco." not even when harry was inches inside of your pussy had you felt this fucking good. he lifted your chin, thumping your head on the wall, and pressed another kiss to your neck. release came over you and your orgasm swam on draco's hand. his movements slowed and he helped you finish.

gasping and panting, you settled as he took his fingers out of you. he sucked the glistening juices off of his fingers and grabbed you by the waist. "you'll go meet potter now," he commanded and you nodded, eager to comply. "from now on, you're being fucked and loved the way you deserve." for once since you'd started seeing the boy you couldn't love, you felt true satisfaction.

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4 years ago

vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

• tag list: @es-kay-zee @formidxble @bobateastay @vogueinnie @sailorhyunjinz // leave a comment, dm, or an ask to be tagged! thank you ♡

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing by his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

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4 years ago

See Him Again

Summary: The reader goes back in time to 2012 and sees Loki for the first time since his death. Alternative ending.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 2,494

A/N: Haven’t posted Loki in a while so here you go! Let me know what yall think xx

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It felt like falling, when the effect of the Pym particles took over. Before you knew it, you were hurtling through… nothing in particular. It was like a dream, and it almost felt fake, like it wasn’t actually happening. Then, you were gasping for breath, nearly stumbling before regaining your balance. Blinking furiously, you looked around, relaxing when you saw that your friends were still close to you.

That’s when you focused on your surroundings, mouth dropping open. Holy shit.

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5 years ago

Heat | Changkyun Au

Rating: 18+, Pure smut, Oral ( male and female receiving ), Spanking, Choking, Werewolf Au, Rough sex, Honestly this is kinda filthy

Pairing: Changkyun x Fem Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend tells you he’s a werewolf, you don’t take it well. That’s until he calls you with a problem of his.

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Nolite Celare.

Genre: Humor (?), Fluff, Friends to Lovers! & Smut (Hogwarts! AU)

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader Ft. Jaehyun the Matchmaker

Word Count: 9.3k-ish

Note: It’s got a lot of inaccuracies in regards to the rules and what not at Hogwarts and some made up spells, sorry! But I hope you like the fic overall!

“Class dismissed. I’ll see you all after winter break with the 10-page assignment on unicorns and their magical properties.” Your professor announces as loudly as she can, though it’s still drowned out by the sound of students eagerly stuffing their books into their bags and scurrying hastily out of the room.

Though you like to take your time to avoid the crowd, you could relate to the sentiment. Most of them are probably excited for the second event of the Triwizard tournament, the following Yule Ball and the fact that there’ll be no more classes for the next three weeks.

You, however, have already witnessed enough excitement in your second year when you’d seen the tournament for the first time. Now, in your seventh year and on the eve of your leave from Hogwarts, you find your mind occupied with much more important things such as the Auror exams.

That and well, your best friend, Yukhei.

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4 years ago

basement confessions

stanley uris x reader

– one-shot

– synopsis: You hated Stanley Uris. Stanley Uris hated you. Why the Losers’ Club thought a sleepover and a game of truth or dare would fix that was beyond you, but anything’s worth a try. (aged up au: 18)

– notes: requested by @katherinewhat ; “heyheyhey i would like to see a imagine/fanfic whatever u want to call it, where (y/n) and stan hate each other ever since they were kids. But then the losers club is just sick of them fighting so they have a sleepover and play truth or dare or something; then lock them in bill’s basement and are forced to make out *cough* sorry make up ;) anddd (y/n) is terrified of bill’s basement so stan try’s to calm her down??” okay so I love this fic, i hope you do too!! as always, let me know if you want an add to the tag list. It’s a little on the long side (3k+) so i put a keep reading tab on it. (this also has a splash of reddie thrown in there)

click here to read the unofficially official part two: ailing confessions

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Stan asked you, as he tried to hide the small ghost of a smirk that slowly inched its way on to his face.

And at that moment, you knew you were fucked.

“Jesus Christ,” Bev muttered under her breath in reply before you could voice your own irritation. Jesus Christ, indeed. Currently, all the Losers were sat around in a circle in the living room of Bill’s house playing this stupid game Richie had suggested. Truth or dare. Though you fought against it, asking in a sarcastic tone, “what are we, twelve?” you were easily ignored. It wasn’t that you were scared to play the game or do the dares. You just knew one person in particular would try to make you do the most miserable, horrible stuff he could think of. That person was Stanley Uris.

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