#bigbang drabble

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh

not proofread

breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.

which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.

the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”

“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.

you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.

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walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.

the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.

after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.

he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.

you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.

all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.

"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.

you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.

his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.

without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.

he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.

“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”

you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”

you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.

he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.

you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.

“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.

“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.

“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.

he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.

[sturnsstars]

a little longer - gdragon

authors note: first time writing for gd, i hope its okay. ngl this thought randomly popped into my head yesterday so i have to write it… also i feel like jiyong is super whimpery in bed when he’s being topped?

tags: smut no plot, men whimpering, blowjob, head pushing, slight throat fucking, cum eating

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

your cheeks were starting to get sore from sucking them in, your lower jaw having a sting to it. you kept your hands steady on ji-yongs thighs that were spread to let you sit in between them, fingertips gently pressing into the skin that had ink under the layers, making slight indents into the plush muscle.

“jagiya- oh god…” ji-yong whispered through an exhale, his chest jerking up every so often whenever he inhaled with a stutter, unable to help himself from the subtle twitches and squirms his body made.

your mouth left a quarter of room to fit your hand around the base of his cock, occasionally tightening your hand around him, just to hear him squeal out a noise that could be considered pathetic.

“slow down- slow…” ji-yong was practically begging you, but you couldnt help it. he just looked so good in that recent photoshoot, you needed to show him how it made you feel. the way his tattoos were peaking out through the mesh shirt, the leather pants, his hair messy. all of it.

while he was begging you to slow down, his hips were rutting upward into your mouth and casing the feeling, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter when you felt his hot and aching tip kissing the back of your throat, focusing on your breathing while ji-yong was focusing on trying not to come too early from the way your tongue felt on the underside of his dick.

you just barely calmed your actions, loosening your grip around his girthy base, easing the suction in your cheeks, a small and shaky sigh of relief leaving ji-yong. ji-yongs hand gently rested on the back of your head that was raising and lowering in a medium and rhythmic pace, his thumb caressing it for a second before his body tensed up slightly.

“dont stop… m’so- oh…” you casually glanced up at ji-yong when he informed you that he was close to coming, his head leaned back against the almost comically large and expensive bed frame he had, his adam’s apple raising every time he managed to squeeze out a mewl of some sort; high pitched, low pitched, breathy.

you took in a deep breath through your nose, almost like you were preparing yourself for his release, the ticklish feeling of his cum shooting down the warm and gummy walls of your throat, when he pushed down on the back of your head, your lips bumping into your fingers that were still enclosing his cock. what you got in return, was his tip stretching the space, making you choke and hum in shock, the feeling of it making ji-yong teeter on the edge of his orgasm.

“oh fuck- hm-mm… m’sorry aegiya-ah.. a-a little longer…” ji-yong’s head fell forward, his face scrunched up, just as much as his body tensed, keeping your head down on his cock as you sucked, his abdomen flexing as you felt the almost unnoticeable twitch of his dick, your throat feeling sticky as his cum shot into your mouth, a long string of pants and whines and moans in your ears, sounds you would never get tired of.

when ji-yongs body finally relaxed and he was stuck on a panting spree, you slowly lifted your head, making sure to keep your lips around him until you reached the end of his tip, pulling off with a loud and wet ‘pop’ that broke the heavy and thick atmosphere in the bedroom.

you took a deep swallow, his cum coating your throat as it went down, your hand gently releasing its grip on his cock to gently stroke it up and down, your fingertips coated with the saliva-cum mixture that veiled over him. you sat upright on your knees, your eyes stuck on his face; how relieved he looked. little did he know, you were sliding your panties to the side to get ready to ride him until your legs gave out.

[dollzites]

desperate!daesung is needy for fem!reader . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

daesung had told you hours prior that he’d be home late and for you it wasn’t a problem at all, now being able to take the time to catch up on house chores that needed to be done. after a few agonizing hours of hard work you ordered daesung’s favorite meal hoping he would be home soon enough to enjoy it with you but.. the clock continue to tick and he still wasn’t home. you didn’t feel angry at him whatsoever knowing he had been working so hard for his youtube channel and the bigbang performances. a small sigh left your lips and you decided it was time to call it a night, wrapping yourself up in the blanket he had bought you months ago that smelled just like him and quietly falling asleep.

his broad back laid up against the door once inside and a deep breath left his chest. what a long and tiring day it had been for daesung and all he could think about was you. the warmth of your body, the smell of your sweet shampoo that sent blood rushing to his cock, the way you looked up at him with your big pretty doe eyes that looked so innocent but were far from it. oh he needed you more than ever. letting his bag hit the floor he found himself hurrying down the hallway knowing you’d be in the room. when he seen you laying there in the bed with just his shirt on—the desperation grew stronger. of course he didn’t want to wake you but the thumping of his heart couldn’t calm down and he knew that this wouldn’t just go away even if he jerked off in the shower. fuck. why’d he have to do this right now.

the bed dipped beside you and his strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into him, allowing his face to bury itself in the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet scent that he adored oh so much. “fuck..” he cursed just below your ear but the deep sleep you were in wouldn’t allow anything to wake you that was.. until daesung started fondling you. his large hand gripped at your breast that had been covered by his shirt and he slowly pushed himself against your ass, a desperate whine leaving his thick lips. “wake up baby, hm? please? I’m home and I missed you so much. god, please wake up.” his voice was so soft yet dripping with lust and that’s what ended up awakening you from the sleep you wanted and needed. daesung continued to thrust his hips into your backside like a dumb dog in heat and usually he would be quite embarrassed by his own actions but the desperation made him into a whole different man. “d-daesung..?” you whispered and tried to turn to face the man you missed dearly but he stopped you from doing so, his warm large hand finding it’s way up the shirt you were wearing to fondle your breast but it wasn’t enough for him. he needed you. “fuck this.” he whined and roughly lifted the shirt over your head throwing it to the side. you were.. shocked to say the least, this side of daesung wasn’t something you’d seen a lot in the relationship.

his thick lips wrapped around your nipple twirling his tongue around the sensitive nub just how you like it. you whimpered at the feeling and let a hand grip at his long brown locks. when he pulled away to give the other nipple the same attention you threw your head back against the soft pillow you were once sleeping on, whimpering at how well he used his mouth against you. “thought about you all day.. you don’t understand how bad I want you, hm? look at me baby. please. you’re so pretty.. always so so pretty.” you didn’t say a word instead just let out another soft whimper that he loved hearing so much. daesung slowly kissed up your chest and once he reached your neck his pretty thick lips wrapped around the soft skin and sucked making sure to leave as many marks as he could, fingers playing with the sensitive nipples he once sucked on.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

It was difficult enough to come to terms with Eddie being gone.

But as a tall, lean figure landed on the roof of the aid center and let out a blood curdling screech, the party understood that Eddie being gone was the easier option.

"This isn't you," they pleaded with him, searching for any spark of their former friend in those black eyes.

He shook his head, long hair crusted with dried blood swaying in the Upside Down storm. "This wasn't me," he said, "but it's how they all saw me." He scanned the terrified faces of suburban wives who'd judged Eddie Munson, children and teenagers who tormented Eddie Munson, fathers who took up arms and hunted Eddie Munson. "So now they are finally right. I hope they're happy. They made me into their own image of me."

And with that, he spread his wings and descended to feed.

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[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

pairing: g-dragon x reader warnings: none word count: 1.1k

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— this is for anyone that feels like a burden to others if they dare open up about their feelings —

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jiyong slides in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. music production has been so stressful, trying to meet the high expectations put on his name. g-dragon. sometimes, he wishes he can run away from this name, from his genius producer reputation. but he loves music, his fans and...he wouldn't have met you.

he met his girlfriend of three months now through mutual friends, and he couldn't be more thankful. you're everything to him, which is why your reply made him sulk.

jy: hi baby, are you free tonight? ;) y/n: hii my beloved, im sorryy :( work has piled up and i see no escape. i'll be busy for the next few days :(

several days is way too long of a time without seeing you. "i don't blame her, i'm struggling the same with my work. but i would love to see her for an hour or two." he was ranting to his bestfriend, taeyang, on the phone with a visible sulk in his voice. "i think you should tell her that jiyong, maybe she was too stressed to think of meeting for a few hours."

he was staring at the demo he produced a few hours ago, his mind thinking of ways to make the song sound better. he forgot taeyang, still on the other side of the call, but a feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "did she say she's busy with work for a few days?" "yeah, why?" he cleared his voice, "uhm guys, what are you on about?"

hyorin, taeyang's wife, sounded worried. "i think you should go check up on her, jiyong-ssi." he sat straight in his seat "why? what does it mean when she says she's busy?" hyorin sighed on the other end, "i can't talk in detail about it because it's not my place but, (y/n) has struggled with being vulnerable because of a previous relationship." he stood up fully now, rushing to save his work. "i coincidentally went to visit her with a meal when she said she was busy, and she was having a breakdown...she thinks she will be a burden if she made people rush to her side everytime she's going through something." his heart felt like it stopped working, like it malfunctioned. why would she...she's not comfortable with me?...

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you heard a knock on your apartment door and you started wiping your tears, the delivery man doesn't need to be seeing dried tears and puffy eyes, you tried to joke. "you can leave it just on the inside-" you were super-glued to your place. it wasn't the delivery man. "ji-jiyong?" your voice came out thick from all the crying you did. "can i please come in?" his voice was almost a whisper, like he is afraid to raise it any higher in case you run the other way.

you silently opened the door wider to allow him in, not knowing what to do with yourself. run, hide, don't show him your weakness. your traumatised mind was screaming at you, but you were still glued in-front of the gentlest man you've ever met. his eyes had an expression you couldn't read; pain? guilt? sadness..?

your body starts forcing you to walk into the living room, but before you turned around he leaped and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head leaning into your shoulder, engulfing you whole. you stayed in your place, you didn't understand what was happening. "(y/n)" he breathed again. "(y/n)" he breathed out, "why are you crying, alone, when i'm here?" you felt your body shaking, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the confession he was asking of you.

you held him tighter, and he returned it by pulling you closer to him. "it's not about you" your voice was more of a whisper than anything. "i know baby" you shifted in his arms, "you know?" he slowly started drawing circles on the small of your back. "hyorin told me a bit about it, but" he placed a kiss on the top of your head as he rested his chin on the top of your head, "who in their right mind would not want to hold you in their arms, like this, and smell your floral shampoo?" he tried to lighten the mood.

"a whiny, clingy person" you started "that's what he told me when i called him, needing reassurance." at which point did your tears started pooling around your eyes again, you don't know, but you notice how jiyong starts swaying the both of you gently right and left, like he's telling you he's listening. he knew you still had more to say. "i'm the type of person that holds it in, i don't complain unless i've suppressed my emotions for too long. at some point in my relationship, he started sighing anytime i tried to express how i'm feeling.." you started crying, but wanted to continue,

"so, i stopped telling anyone how i feel. every time i tried to speak, my mind would start to attack me, scream at me, and it shut me up." you hid your face in his chest as you cried your heart out. you let out all of your pent-up feelings to another human being after all this time. it wasn't just anyone, it was to the person that mattered the most to you. his arms melted away your sadness, stress, frustration. after what felt like hours, your cries were now sniffles, slowly settling into this newly cleansed heart.

you felt jiyong pull away, and pull you with him over to the couch in the living room. he sat you down, held your tear-stained face ever so gently, wiping any escaping tear from your (e/c) eyes. "your vulnerability" he kissed the space between your brows "is what you makes you human" he kissed your left cheek "becoming someone you can lean on," he kissed your right cheek "is a great honour for me." he kisses your nose "i want to know your everything, i want you to cry only in my arms, and to complain when life feels unfair." he grazed his thumb over your lower lip.

he slowly leaned in, placing a feather-like kiss. you smiled as he kissed you again, deepening the kiss, like he's sealing the promise he made to you with his warm, soft lips. you melted, feeling your mind settle into an unheard whisper. he rested his forehead on yours, sighing happily.

"i love you, kwon jiyong." he giggled at the mention of his full name, "i love you too, (y/n) (l/n)." you were both giggling at this point. you settled on his lap, as he held you close to his chest. feeling his heartbeat, you felt yourself come home. "thank you, my dearest." he reassuringly squeezed your upper arm. "always, my most beloved."

a/n: im working on a gdragon x reader slow burn friends to lovers reuqested by anon, but enjoy this scenario written by yours truly :)

[ladystarksneedle]

Cherries and Wine

A/N: For @hotd-bigbang

Prompt: December 18th - Hoarfrost | Hibernate | Holly

Wrote a little holiday drabble with a twist on the words. Happy holidays to everyone, hope you enjoy🌹

Word count: 200

Dividers by @saradika

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She feels his eye on her as she pops another one in her mouth swirling her tongue around the plump fruit before plucking its stem from her lips. Her throat feels unnaturally dry as she swallows, meeting his gaze unabashedly. He stares at her unblinking, fingers drumming against the wood, eye alight with an unspoken challenge. Their little game of back and forth has been going on since the start of the winter feast. The wreaths decorating the spread ahead of her mock her coquettish insolence as the crowd chatters oblivious to the wild thrumming of her heart. He angles his head towards her, swirling his chalice before taking a sip of the red, staining his lips with ardour, a gesture of recognition and chivalry to an onlooker but she knows it not to be so. She feels a thrill jolt down her spine as the ice in his gaze thaws and reignites into something more. As the toasts are made and the voices grow louder she can feel the familiar tingle of excitement spread through her, burning with his acknowledgement and with the hour of the bat approaching she knows she'll find a capricious cave to sate her appetite soon.

(A little moodboard song inspo)

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[dollzites]

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this blog will contain smut so I advise those who are under 18 to not interact, request, or comment. nothing against you—but please be safe and careful at your young age. with love and respect, unnie myeong ⋆˚✿˖°

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myeong’s ult groups include! riize, svt, enha, tbz, txt, exo, nct ( all units ) treasure, sf9, bigbang, and skz.

groups I’m currently writing for include, skz tbz svt p1harmony riize enhypen treasure ateez exo nct txt bigbang / wonho woodz b.i ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ ⋆˚

what I write? smut, fluff, angst, headcannons, drabbles, short fics, may introduce chapters later on, and last but not least! dark content when requested & wanted. I’ll include warnings for dark content

note! this is a safe space for all. you’re all welcome to share ideas, requests, feelings, thoughts, and opinions. that includes all genders and races, absolutely no one will be left out or felt that way.

[itsygjunkie]

"Cleaning Up", ToDae ficlet

Hi friends, I don't know if anyone is out there who would like to read todae, but I've been itching to write a novel about them. Since it's too hard, here's a drabble. A ficlet. You choose.

It's early-days-bigbang, so seungri is mentioned. It's a dorm romance, so it's probably like most K-pop fanfics, and there's mention of erection fyi. Plus all the regular todae tropes including jiyong as an evil mastermind

"I'm gonna watch till the end of the episode," Seunghyun says, eyes glued to the screen, feigning disinterest.

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At some point, it's just Daesung and Seunghyun in the living room, each sprawled on a different couch, too exhausted to move but unwilling to call it a night.

Seunghyun has been dying to go to sleep for hours, but he can't bring himself to leave - not when he has the rare chance to be alone with Daesung. He suspects Daesung feels the same. They both laughed at Jiyong's jokes, played along with his antics, but they also exchanged far too many giggly glances, catching each other's eyes over the rim of their drinks.

When Jiyong finally announces he's heading to bed, he makes a point to stretch the moment, squinting at Daesung like he's just spotted a rare bird. "You're still up?" he muses, voice dripping with suspicion. "Wow. No, it's just-yeah, it's weird. You? Awake? After 11?" Daesung waves him off, entirely unconvincing. "What? I have my white nights too sometimes." "Never witnessed one myself, but I'd love to see it sometime." Jiyong smirks and starts walking to his room.

He lingers in the doorway, one eyebrow raised as he watches Seunghyun sink deeper into the couch, making no move to leave. “Hyung,” he drawls, voice laced with amusement, “weren’t you super tired today? Kept yawning all afternoon, said you were gonna pass out the second we got home…” He smirks, glancing between Seunghyun and Daesung. “Guess you got a second wind?”

Daesung flinches when Seunghyun finds a ticklish spot. "Future you will curse Seungri for making a mess - when he's actually the one who went to bed earliest - then leave to buy breakfast with future Jiyong-hyung while future me and future Youngbae-hyung clean everything up. And by the time you get back, you'll be so happy to return to a cleaner home. Wow. Look at that. I'm saving future you from unnecessary inconvenience." Seunghyun huffs against his skin. 

Jiyong hums to himself. A beat later, Seunghyun hears the soft click of his door closing, leaving him alone with Daesung.

Once they're alone, neither of them seems to know what to do with themselves. With the end credits of the tv show over, the room settles into a strange quiet. Seunghyun wants to kiss him, wants to press their lips together hard enough that Daesung won't think of making a joke about it. He watches the way Daesung fidgets, the way his gaze flickers, hesitant, but not unwilling. 

Daesung moves first, shifting onto the edge of Seunghyun's couch. He rests a hand on Seunghyun's knee just as Seunghyun sits up, and then they're kissing, teeth clashing, giggling into each other's mouths before catching their rhythm. Seunghyun fists a handful of Daesung's hair, Daesung fumbles with Seunghyun's collar, their movements growing more frantic until Daesung pulls back, breathless. "Come to my room," he says. "I want to at least lock the door." Seunghyun is on his feet immediately, already heading in the right direction when he realizes Daesung isn't following. He turns to see his dongsaeng gathering up glasses and empty bottles.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Seunghyun asks, standing there with the obvious evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans. "Cleaning up a little." Daesung hums, brushing past him to drop the glasses into the already spotless sink - Youngbae's handiwork from earlier. "Why now?" Seunghyun groans. "Because I'd like to wake up to a nice house," Daesung replies simply, scooping up stray bottles. "It calms me down. I'm giving future me a gift." "Future me will do it. Tomorrow." Seunghyun steps behind him, arms circling his waist, mouth pressing lazy kisses along the back of his neck.

"Are you done?"

"Go wait in my room," Daesung whispers back.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

You might have noticed that my BigBang still hasn't been posted, but that doesn't mean I haven't been working on it, just like my wonderful artists @mcdadarts and @m00n-arin have. I would like to give you a small teaser before the posting date on February 15th...

My Steddie Corpse Bride drabble seemed to get people interested in more. I heard you and because of that, I proudly announce that my BigBang fanfiction is...

With This Ring

(an excerpt from the first chapter, very reminescent of the drabble I posted over a year ago)

Steve wandered further and further into the forest, kicking at decayed wood and fallen leaves, his mood sour. “You want vows, I’ll give you some,” he muttered and grasped the wedding ring in his hand so tightly it made an imprint into his skin. 

He stomped on a rotten branch, snapping it in half. 

“With this hand, I will punch my father’s perfectly shaved face and get arrested, maybe that would postpone the stupid wedding for a day or two.” 

His foot slipped on a wet patch of moss and he stomped on it in retribution. 

“Your cup will never empty because if you ever marry into my family, alcoholism is the way to go, baby, and wine might not be enough to get through a single dinner with my parents, do you like vodka? You will need vodka.” 

Steve’s suit got caught on a thorny bush and he swore, sending a bunch of nearby crows into a complaining match. He could relate. 

“With this candle, I will set fire to our marriage certificate and set you free, at least for two days or so before our parents bribe someone to re-issue it on a fireproof paper.” 

With that last word, he slipped on moss once again and barely kept his balance, only stopping against a stump of an old oak tree. He remembered spending careless summer afternoons there, in the small clearing with Eddie, laughing and humming tunes that his mind refused to forget. The same ones he still played whenever he could, gripping the memory tight and not letting it go. Eddie might have been gone, but his melodies would stay with Steve forever, no matter how dramatic that sounded. 

The old oak tree used to be a place of comfort for him and Steve really needed some comfort. Uncaring whether his suit trousers would survive the damp and overgrown seating, he slumped down and closed his eyes, sighing. It really felt like his life was over before it had even begun. 

He finally opened his palm to look at the ring, turning it in his fingers. It looked beautiful in the setting sun, gleaming and reflecting the dying rays of light. Such a small thing. Such a commitment. 

“With this ring, I wish someone like you could be mine,” whispered Steve and hung his head down. 

He would have been content sitting in the woods much longer, but several things happened that foiled his plan. 

First, the birds stopped singing and the woods became eerily quiet. 

Second, a strong gust of wind threw several fallen leaves into Steve’s face, obscuring his vision. 

And third – a hand grasped Steve’s ankle and started pulling. 

Steve yelped and tried to run, get away from that icy touch, but to no avail - the grasp of the hand, yep, definitely a hand, not a root or anything, remained firm, although he distantly noticed some of its joints cracking, as if they were finally getting some movement after a long period of stiffness. 

Steve’s escape attempt had him yanked back, spinning around and then everything was a whirl of thick tree crowns, growing shadows and cowing of crows – and then his back hit the forest floor and everything went dark. 

When he came to, he immediately wished he’d remained unconscious for just a little longer. 

The pressure on his ankle was gone, but only because the hand found something better to do – digging. It started removing the soil around and soon another one joined it, loosening the soil…and disappearing into the ground. 

A thud from underneath. The crows were louder and louder, flapping their wings and flying in circles over the clearing. 

Another thud, roots cracking, the whole tree stump shaking and tilting back. 

And with the third one, the roots snapped and those hands were back, but with them a head of messy dark hair, pale skin covered in mud, sticks and patches of moss, faded black clothes and a chain belt, a belt that Steve knew too well, this had to be his punishment, had to be a sign because he still tried to pretend that he hadn’t known from the second the hand with all those gaudy thick rings touched him, but now he couldn’t pretend any longer, the long fingers pushed back all those dirtied strands of hair and Steve was met with the deep eyes that haunted his dreams, the best and the worst ones. Only in those dreams, the eyes had a spark of life in them, the desire to exist, to fight. 

These had none of it. Not anymore. 

Crawling away from the horrifying sight, Steve hissed as something in his ankle snapped and with unexpected clarity, he remembered his recent half-baked plan to break his own leg. Finally, something going according to plan, he thought and felt a hysterical urge to laugh. 

The figure spat out a mouthful of dirt and wiped his face, throwing his head back and letting out a dry, humorless laugh. His skin had a blue tint but, and Steve couldn’t comprehend why his brain would focus on that instead of the actual reanimated corpse in front of him, was surprisingly well-preserved. It would have been a wonderful Halloween costume and maybe others would have doubted, assumed that it was a prank, a sick joke, but Steve saw the undisturbed moss, the unnatural movements of those once graceful limbs, and knew. 

What used to be Eddie leaned down, the clearing quiet except for cracking of joints and Steve’s uneven breathing, and picked up something shiny, something that caught the last ray of the setting sun before shadows enveloped both of them, the living and the dead. It was a ring – the ring that Steve must have dropped right before he fainted. 

“Eddie-“ Steve whispered and he wanted to say so much, ask even more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips. He just stared at his former friend and the ring he was holding. 

Eddie’s pale lips spread into a wide smile, his dirtied teeth on display. “That for me, Harrington?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the ring. His voice was rough, parched. “I expected at least one date first, perhaps a dinner. And the ring isn’t really my style. But,” he sighed with theatricality so familiar that it made Steve’s heart ache, “beggars can’t be choosers. Well then, King Steven the first of the House of Harrington…” 

Steve couldn’t speak. He just watched as Eddie slipped the wedding band onto his ring finger. 

“I do.”

The full fic will begin posting on 15th of February, unless the world ends. Or something.

[yoonia]

I came to tumblr after a social media break... just to find out you're doing a series with GOT7? Am I dreaming? You... writing for my one of my ult groups GOT7? It has been a thousand years since the last time I saw someone writing about them... and it is you. One of my favorite writers. I devour everything you write and I can't put into words how excited I am that you're writing for GOT7. Thank you so so much ! I'm so ready for The Lost Boys !!

Ooohh welcome back!! and no, you're not dreaming!

GOT7 has always been my top 3 ult groups (after BTS and Bigbang), and I've always wanted to write for them but never got the chance to. Except for that one time I wrote a drabble for JayB a long, long time ago but taken down lol.

I'm actually excited with this series and I'm so happy to see that a lot of you are excited for it too. I hope you'll enjoy the upcoming ride!

[darkwolf76]

HoTD Big Bang Spring Prompt: The Lake

Here is a little drabble contribution toward the @hotd-bigbang Spring Prompt Challenge, featuring my OC, Lady Deidre Strong, from my ongoing multi-chapter fic Children of Bone and Blood.

Pairing: Criston Cole x OC

Criston Cole knew he was a sinner. His sins had stained his white cloak with blood, as they had stained his soul and heart with bitterness and anger over the years, faults that had only led him to sin further, and ultimately fail as a knight, a sworn shield, a lover, and a father.

He wondered how his tale would be written in pages of the white book by the new Lord Commander: as a tragic figure, a good and honorable knight whom had been corrupted by the vices of anger and wrath but had tried to do what he believed what was right until the end, flawed as he had been? Or as a villain, corrupted and twisted from the beginning, breaking his vows by spoiling both the princess and her lady, then carelessly abandoning them both to serve the queen with malice and hatred in his heart?

He did not know, nor did he care much, for he was leaving Ser Criston Cole behind him. The mists of the lake swirled and closed in around the boat as the green clad ferry man rowed them across the now calm waters of the God’s Eye. Sitting across from him, Deidre reached down and ran her fingers over the plane of silver, the disturbance creating ripples alongside that of the boat. “May the prince find peace in the Gods’ waters,” she murmured quietly, like a prayer, “If only for Elyssa’s sake.”

Criston flexed his fingers in discomfort at the mention of Deidre’s Blackwood daughter. He should have done more for the girl. But there had been little he could do to contain Aemond’s fire near the end, and the girl had seemed willing enough to the prince’s advances. Criston studied the fingers of his still present hand curling into a fist and the bandaged stump where his sword hand used to be. He could still feel the ache of the hand, an ever-present ghost. There were no new beginnings without sacrifice in the eyes of the Old Gods, a sacrifice bone and blood.

Deidre’s slimmer fingers came into view as they wrapped around his arm in comfort, below the stump. “Does it hurt much?”

Criston’s brown eyes shifted back up to meet her green, so tired and wary, but still filled with concern and love for him after all these years. “It’s more strange than anything else. But I’ll get used to it.” He gave her a small smile, all he could muster after everything they’d been through. “Better to lose my sword hand to sate the appetite of the dragon king than my head.”

Deidre nodded in understanding, her eyes getting a far away look as she studied his features, Dornish sun-kissed skin, dark hair and eyes, and he knew whom she was reminded of. His heart constricted in his chest as he thought of their daughter. “What does the king intend to do with her?”

“I do not know. But her soul is now entwined with the beast she rode, hiding somewhere in the Dragonmount. The Gods may still have a purpose for her yet before she returns to them.” Her words held hope, but the grief that marred her face stirred up Criston’s own, along with old regrets that would never fully fade.

“I’m sorry, for everything.” Criston reached his remaining hand to cradle Deidre’s face. He traced his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

The former Lady Strong and Blackwood shook her head, covering his hand with her own. “All of that is done. Lady Deidre Strong and Ser Criston Cole are dead to the realm, and we are together now, as we should have always been.” The two lovers leaned forward and shared a kiss as a flock of ravens appeared overhead, calling a greeting as the winds shifted the mists to reveal the verdant green of the sacred isle. Their green ferry man waved to another figure in green on the shore as they made their approach, the silent faces of the old gods watching from the trees beyond the beach, calling to them. Criston Cole was a sinner, but with his bloodied cloak shed, perhaps the gods would now grant him another chance, to repent, and to truly live.

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Inceptiversary 2024 Masterlist

July is almost here, and we are so excited!

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Below the cut is a list of all the events that will be taking place this year! Most events run from July 1 to 31, but some are starting earlier and some are running a little longer. Make sure to read the descriptions for each event and don’t hesitate to reach out to us with any questions!

Inception 30 Day Challenge (@inception30daychallenge)

The Inception 30 Day Challenge is a set of 30+ questions and prompts about Inception, its characters, and you! They’re meant to inspire some reflection and creativity about Inception, whether it be through a simple text post, art, music, recs – anything goes! And there will be prizes! Visit the @inception30daychallenge​ blog for the full list of questions!

InceptionArt (@inceptionart)

A blog to celebrate all the wonderful art created by the Inception fandom! Feel free to share inception art with us, either your own or others’, by reblogging (not reposting!) the artwork and tagging the inceptionart blog!

Arthur/Eames Last Drabble Writer Standing (@aeldws)

Signups open June 21 through June 28 or all 10 slots are filled. A weekly elimination drabble challenge where all works must fit a given prompt and feature Arthur/Eames as the main pairing. This year’s AELDWS will run for seven weeks, from June 30 to August 11, with a maximum of 10 participants. Prompts are posted on the @aeldws blog Friday at 1AM EDT, and drabbles are due Tuesday at 1PM EDT. Voting will take place Tuesday night through Thursday night.

Inception Auction (@inceptionauction)

Donate fic, art, services, crafts etc. to raise money for a charity - then let the bidding begin! Accepting offers: June 6 - July 6 Auction open to bids: July 8 - 23 Winners notified July 25 Proof of donations due July 31

Inception Big Bang (@inception-bigbang)

Posting date July 31 An author and artist collaborative event. Authors anonymously submit fic summaries, and artists claim their favorites and create art. Claims ended in early June. First check-in for participants is July 1. Second check-in for participants will be on July 15.

Inception Kitties (@inceptionkitties)

30 days of InceptionKitties means 30 questions for the 30 days of Inceptiversary before we draw a random winner on the 31st! A fun question will be posed to the InceptionKitties community each day, and all our cat parents have to do is reblog the post and share their response! There’s no signups or obligation to do all 30 questions. Pick and choose at your convenience! But anyone who tackles 15 days of questions gets entered into the draw for a small prize!

Inception Positivity (@inceptionpositivity)

Submissions open June 24 until July 28. Inception Positivity is a place to send love and kind thoughts to Inception fandom friends anonymously and receive some love in turn. People submit kind messages via Google form and these are turned into colourful posts that are posted on the blog.

Inception Quiz (hosted on the @inceptiversary blog)

July 16 - July 30 Test out your Inception knowledge for a chance at winning some prizes!

Inception Watch Parties (@inceptionwatchparty)

Watch parties will be hosted starting July 1 on the You’re Waiting for a Train Discord server. See above for invite link to the server or contact the watch party mods. For the full schedule and list of films that will be viewed, visit the @inceptionwatchparty​ blog!

Inception Watch Party Bingo (hosted on the @inceptiversary blog)

Come join our annual Inception Day watch parties and play bingo for prizes! Grab a bingo card ahead of time by emailing inceptiversarymods @ gmail . com and enjoy!

[makeitworse]

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☰ CONTENT

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☰ FANDOMS

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☰ THEMES

femdom. age gap. infidelity. toxic / taboo romance. fauxcest. obsession. perversion. angst. fluff.