Synopsis: Your boyfriend's birthday gift? Him—wrapped in a pretty little bow under you.
Pairing: Mingyu (SVT) x afab!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot
Rating: mature/nsfw
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: no plot just filth, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), bondage, blindfolds, masturbation, ab riding, degradation, spanking, creampie, big dick!Mingyu, size kink, mean dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: Mandatory Mingyu birthday fic. Happy Birthday, Mingoori! I hope your birthday is filled with lots of love and happiness!
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Whenever Simon was asked what his favorite color was, or favorite movie, favorite song, favorite anything, really he always had the same answer.
“Don’t have one.”
Johnny would roll his eyes. Kyle would snort and call him a grump. Price wouldn’t bother asking. But Simon never thought too hard about it. He didn’t see the point. Liking things—really liking them—meant caring. And caring opened doors to places he preferred staying locked.
That was before you.
Before you, with your endless lists of favorites. Your hobbies, your collections, the way you lit up when talking about a movie you loved or a book you couldn’t put down. You could talk for hours. And you often did— sometimes with him half-listening, half-lost in the rhythm of your voice more than the actual words.
And somehow, over time, your favorites became his.
That one film you swore he had to watch? He rolled his eyes, grumbled through the first half— then watched it again when you weren’t home. It was the way you recited your favorite scenes by heart that eventually made it his favorite, too.
The book you kept on your nightstand? He picked it up one lazy afternoon, expecting to read a few pages just to pass the time. He finished it in a day.
Still, every time you asked him about his own favorites, he’d just shrug.
“I like what you like.”
You’d frown. Just a little. A soft downturn of your lips that made something in his chest ache.
So one day, he sat down and thought about it. Really thought.
What did he like? What was his thing?
Guns. Killing. Tracking a moving target from a hundred yards out and watching it drop.
Right. Cool.
So he took you to a shooting range. Taught you how to hold the weapon properly. How to breathe through the shot. How to steady your hands and trust your instincts. He might’ve gotten a little carried away with the details— describing things in a way that probably sounded more violent than romantic. But you liked it. You smiled through the recoil.
You liked doing what you thought he liked.
But the truth?
He would’ve rather been at one of your pottery classes. Covered in clay, watching you laugh when he ruined another mug. He’d rather be curled up on the couch, rewatching your favorite film for the third time. He’d rather do anything, everything, if it meant doing it with you.
Because Simon didn’t care about the things.
He cared about you.
He liked your smile. The way you dressed. The way you smelled— so much that he started using your body wash without even thinking about it.
“Why do ya smell like cupcakes, Lt?” Johnny had asked once, squinting at him, nose wrinkled.
Simon didn’t even blink.
“Your bloody nose probably doesn’t work properly after all the times you’ve been punched in the face.”
He never told him the real reason. Didn’t have to.
He’d already made up his mind.
It was never about the movie, the book, or the smell of your shampoo clinging to his skin. It was about you. About keeping a piece of you close, even in the smallest, stupidest ways. Simon didn’t need a list of favorites.
He had one. Just one. And it was you. Always you.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader
Summary: When you are feeling overwhelmed with schoolwork, Eddie reminds you that it's okay to take a break.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: fluff, stressed!reader, established relationship
AN: This was an anonymous request! I definitely felt this type of stress when I was in college (those professors really did always assign a bunch of stuff at the same time). I hope you all enjoy!
Pairing: divorce lawyer!jihoon x ex fiance!fem!reader Genre: crime, angst, smut Word count: 25.9k rating: R tags: Ft. Seungkwan, brother in law!seungkwan, mentions of crime/murder, mentions of blood, murder suspect!reader, murder suspect!reader, mentions of controlling parents, heiress!reader, divorce lawyer!jihoon, college au, domestic au, unwanted touches, unprotected sex, oral sex Summary: It you were lucky enough in love, you'd end the doomed engagement before it stirs up in inevitable divorce. If you were unlucky, however, you'd end up going to your divorce attorney ex for a different marriage you're trying to get out of. Bonus points if you're a murder suspect. author note: thank you @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading i always love and appreciate your help. everyone else enjoy and sorry for teh drought 🥲
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cute lil drabble (im sleep deprives as hell)
wc: 243
These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.
They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!
And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…
This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.
“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”
“Wha’?” Simon blurts.
“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you completely useless?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.
“Lass, are you okay—“
“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”
One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”
They’re nervous around you since.
Simon Riley who has to get used to a softer touch. CW : Handjob, praise, brief mention of masturbation, bit of sub Simon.
Simon was used to the feeling of rubbing his cock raw while wearing his gloves. He had to become accustomed to the rough, almost painful feeling just to get off during a stakeout.
You're currently straddling his lap, pulling him from his jeans and wrapping a soft delicate hand around his cock. Letting him kiss and nip at your neck. Soft sighs of pleasure coming from you.
Simon groaned as you started stroking him. Your soft and smooth palm such a contrast to the rough and textured feel of Simon's glove.
Simon growled against your neck as you kept your pace, the pleasure was immense but he craved something rougher.
"C'mon lovie, you can go faster than tha', grip me a bit tighter" Simon moaned. His brows furrowing in confusion as you merely shake your head no and smile sweetly at him.
"But I wanna be soft with you Si. Y'deserve it" you whisper, speeding up the movement of your hand just slightly. Making Simon shudder, his eyes flickering.
"Fuck, hand is so soft, love. God it feels so good" Simon whined.
You didn't expect Simon to whine. But it made your cunt throb.
"There we go, Si. Doing so good for me" you coo gently. Swiping your thumb over the slit of Simons tip. Causing him to gasp and buck his hips. "Fuck my hand, Si" you giggle.
There was something about you being composed above him that made Simons stomach fill with need. His orgasm quickly approaching.
"Please" Simon begged, weakly thrusting his hips again. "Lovie I'm close"
"Make a mess of my hand, Si. Wanna lick it clean" you smile.
Your thumb swiped over Simons slit again and he cried out, eyes squeezing shut and brows furrowing deeply. His cum spurting as he bucked his hips and babbled your name over and over.
"You really gotta stop smoking, Si, y'cum is bitter" you grin down at Simon when he opened his eyes.
"Fuck off" he huffed with a small chuckle.
older bf! seungcheol x college student! reader (f) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
a/n; doing this for my own sanity // word count; 1.2k
content; age gap, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cock-warming, hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, tummy bulge, office sex, smut with the smallest amount of plot
MDNI 18+ after cut
OLDER BF! CHEOL who first met you at your part-time job at the coffee shop near your home. shaky hands and pretty smile handing him his coffee, at his now go-to place. he knew his confident aura and flirty looks were being picked up by you. you were smart, just very shy and he liked that. he left you his number on the receipt after signing, along with a $20 tip. giving you chills as he gave you a wink and a small smirk before leaving the shop.
OLDER BF! CHEOL who gave you a date,time, and place as soon as you agreed to meeting with him. the restaurant he chose proved all your assumptions as it was extremely fancy. like you never thought you’d step foot in a place like this. his first time seeing you outside of work and oh he was in love. your hair out of that cute ponytail and perfectly sitting on your shoulders. the dress was simple but still made you look stunning. and him wow. his entirely black suit with the sleeves lifted, showing his huge arms that you so badly want to have on you.
OLDER BF! CHEOL who swears you can quit school and he will provide everything for you. you giggle at his request but decline as you believe he could do that, but you still wanted to pursue your career. he admits defeat and tells you how much he admires your ambition while keeping his eyes trained on you. you knew you were probably blushing like an idiot but somehow it felt right to, you wanted him to know how hot he makes you.
❝ i was having more fun talking about how objectively and subjectively good i look. ❞
PAIRING ▸ xu minghao x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ fluff, humor, suggestive, coffee shop au, college au, childhood friends to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slow burn, weed consumption, tooth-rotting fluff, lowkey jeongcheol and verkwan if you squint, everyone being whipped for minghao, a somewhat heated makeout scene, friend group antics as per usual, minghao being the living embodiment of a green flag, ft. yooyeon from triples
SUMMARY ▸ like most film students, you find yourself experiencing the worst creative block of your life when you're tasked to film a documentary for your final project. enter: your old childhood best friend turned stranger, xu minghao—an (incredibly handsome) ex-dancer and barista who just might be the spark of inspiration you need to make the best film of your academic career. on the flip side, minghao needs this film to win him the scholarship that lets him dance again. despite all, your circumstances don't stop your old, repressed feelings for minghao from resurfacing.
PLAYLIST ▸ insomnia by zerobaseone • kidult by seventeen • meme by &team • heart surf by kep1er • glue song by beabadoobee
WORD COUNT ▸ 20,606 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is for user junyangis my favorite bot
“THE TIGER: ICONIC SYMBOL OF THE WILD, AND AN APEX PREDATOR THAT WE FEAR AND ADMIRE.”
You panned your camera to focus on Yoon Jeonghan, who was currently sifting through the mess of papers and notebooks across his desk. All of the drawers were turned out with their contents scattered across the carpet. His frantic search for his missing vape had been going on for the past twenty minutes, and you were certain this was his fifth time going through his belongings again.
Normal people, such as yourself, would’ve given up within the first five minutes, but your best friend’s resilience was admirable. His unwavering persistence was exactly the sort of character you wanted to showcase in your films. Without the context of the vape addiction, of course.
“And here,” you continued in the best David Attenborough impression you could conjure up, “we see a tiger in the wild.”
WHOA!! thank you so much for 1k notes!!!! 🫶🫶 you guys are the sweetest 🥹
You always find Simon in the same spot—sitting on his couch with a mug of tea in one hand, the TV on but the volume low, like he’s watching it just for background noise. He barely moves when you come in, just shifts his head a little like he was expecting you, even though you never text to say you're coming.
“And then she rolled her eyes at me,” you say as you drop down next to him, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Like I was the one being unreasonable for asking her to hold the door.”
Simon doesn’t react right away, which isn’t unusual. He lets a second or two pass, like he’s thinking it through, even though he probably made up his mind as soon as he heard your tone. Finally, he hums quietly and says, “She’s not worth your breath,” while reaching over to pat the top of your head in that way he always does.
You don’t even bother hiding how much you like that. You lean into his hand just a little, and for a moment you let the annoyance melt off your face.
It’s always like this between you and Simon. You walk in, already mid-rant about something that annoyed you during training or some dumb argument someone had in the mess, and he just listens. Or, well—he sits there while you go off, mostly quiet, only chiming in with a few words here and there.
But he always makes it clear he’s paying attention. The way his eyes shift to look at you when your voice tightens. The way he’ll hand you a blanket or a snack before you even ask. The way he remembers the tiny details you forget you even told him.
You joke sometimes that you adopted him. That you took in this emotionally unavailable soldier who barely likes people and decided that he’s your best friend now, whether he wanted that or not. He never complains. He never tells you to leave. Even when you steal his cookies or fall asleep on his couch, he just lets you stay.
Word count: 1.3K Summary: “But you’re so huggable,” he murmured, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “Boss,” Wonwoo finally spoke, sounding both resigned and mildly entertained. “We were in the middle of something.” “Yeah,” Vernon chimed in. “You were just threatening some guy’s entire bloodline, remember?” Pairing: S.coups x reader
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(Dino x Reader)
Genre: Fluff, Dance Partners to Lovers, SEVENTEEN Being Nosy
Summary: Being SEVENTEEN’s choreographer and dating Dino meant endless dance practices, constant teasing, and—most importantly—being completely in sync with each other, both on and off the stage.
Being SEVENTEEN’s choreographer and dating Dino was like a full-time job—both in managing dance practices and handling the teasing from the members.
Especially when you were only a year older than him.
“Noona, can you check this move?” Dino asked, tilting his head as he demonstrated part of the choreography.
You narrowed your eyes. “Did you just call me noona?”
A low whistle came from the side.
“Uh-oh,” Vernon muttered.
“Dino, you messed up,” Seungkwan whispered, pretending to light a candle.
The youngest only smirked. “What? You are older.”
You crossed your arms, stepping closer. “Lee Chan, don’t make me redo the entire choreography just to tire you out.”
Dino immediately straightened. “I mean—wow, Y/N, you look great today.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“Man really went from ‘noona’ to damage control in seconds,” Mingyu cackled.
Joshua grinned. “We should take notes.”
Dino just huffed, turning back to you. “But seriously, watch this part.”
You nodded, stepping beside him. “Alright, let’s go from the top.”
As soon as the music played, it was seamless.
Dino had always been one of the strongest dancers in SEVENTEEN, but dancing with you? It was like breathing.
Every step, every move—perfectly in sync.
By the time the song ended, the members clapped.
“Damn,” Woozi muttered. “You two really dance well together.”
Seungkwan nodded. “It’s like watching a drama where the leads fall in love through dance.”
You and Dino exchanged glances.
Jun smirked. “Oh wait, that already happened.”
The room erupted into chaos again, but this time, Dino just grinned.
Instead of arguing, he simply threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
“Yeah, yeah. We get it. I scored the best choreographer and the best girlfriend.”
You rolled your eyes, but the small smile on your lips betrayed you.
And when Dino pressed a quick kiss to your temple—ignoring the dramatic gagging from his members—you knew they were right.
You really did dance in sync.
(Dino x Reader)
Genre: Fluff, Dance Partners to Lovers, SEVENTEEN Being Nosy
Summary: Being SEVENTEEN’s choreographer and dating Dino meant endless dance practices, constant teasing, and—most importantly—being completely in sync with each other, both on and off the stage.
Being SEVENTEEN’s choreographer and dating Dino was like a full-time job—both in managing dance practices and handling the teasing from the members.
Especially when you were only a year older than him.
“Noona, can you check this move?” Dino asked, tilting his head as he demonstrated part of the choreography.
You narrowed your eyes. “Did you just call me noona?”
A low whistle came from the side.
“Uh-oh,” Vernon muttered.
“Dino, you messed up,” Seungkwan whispered, pretending to light a candle.
The youngest only smirked. “What? You are older.”
You crossed your arms, stepping closer. “Lee Chan, don’t make me redo the entire choreography just to tire you out.”
Dino immediately straightened. “I mean—wow, Y/N, you look great today.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“Man really went from ‘noona’ to damage control in seconds,” Mingyu cackled.
Joshua grinned. “We should take notes.”
Dino just huffed, turning back to you. “But seriously, watch this part.”
You nodded, stepping beside him. “Alright, let’s go from the top.”
As soon as the music played, it was seamless.
Dino had always been one of the strongest dancers in SEVENTEEN, but dancing with you? It was like breathing.
Every step, every move—perfectly in sync.
By the time the song ended, the members clapped.
“Damn,” Woozi muttered. “You two really dance well together.”
Seungkwan nodded. “It’s like watching a drama where the leads fall in love through dance.”
You and Dino exchanged glances.
Jun smirked. “Oh wait, that already happened.”
The room erupted into chaos again, but this time, Dino just grinned.
Instead of arguing, he simply threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
“Yeah, yeah. We get it. I scored the best choreographer and the best girlfriend.”
You rolled your eyes, but the small smile on your lips betrayed you.
And when Dino pressed a quick kiss to your temple—ignoring the dramatic gagging from his members—you knew they were right.
You really did dance in sync.
hii can i request luna calling the svt members by the wrong name and seeing their reaction
ʚིᵋ ⋆ SVT REACTS TO LUNA ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── Accidentally calling them the wrong name
synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s reaction to Luna accidentally calling them the wrong name.
new format for the new tier (?) i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one and ever since i have posted the masterlist for svt reacts, a lot of you have been submitting the prompts you want to see next and i am super excited to get started on those! happy reading my lovelies and see you soon 💛🤍
