ღWarnings: guns, shooting, blood, wounds from gunshot, mentions of hunting, animal pets, drinking blood
ღWord Count: 715
ღSummary: Are you the hunter or the hunted?
ღAuthor's Note: Apparently this cocktail that usually made with grain spirits, maple syrup, and red wine has unconfirmed origins that the wine used to be blood!
ღMy Tipsy Drabbles mini Masterlist
ღdivider by @cursed-carmine
Jongho’s booted feet crunched through the snow as he held his musket high. He was determined to hunt a few caribou and bring back their pelts. They were all the rage back in Horizon.
You watched the hunter as he ‘silently’ crept through the old snow. He had already scared all the game. His purpose was pointless. You’d love to point it out but unfortunately your job was to ensure that the foreign hunter did not cross the lines of your territory and discover your home.
You admired his baffoonery. He thought he was being so sneaky and in reality, no animal would remain in the area with him crashing through the brush. So his quest was pointless. But, the longer he believed he would be successful, the more likely he would find your home. So you had to think of a way to dissuade him.
You cupped your hands over your mouth and grunted. Jongho’s head turned sharply in your direction. You purposely ran opposite of the direction of your home and the hunter followed. Success.
What you underestimated was the length of his stride. And the range of his gun. You heard the crack of thunder before a tree practically exploded to your right. You changed direction immediately but your animal hide was too convincing. The hunter must truly have thought, through the dark of night, that you were the animal he was hunting.
Still, you led him on a merry chase, far enough to satisfy that he would not ramble back in the direction of your home. And that was when you fell hard into the snow, a gun shot to your leg hindering you immediately.
“Finally, you sonofa--” Jongho stopped short when he realized he had not shot an animal. “What in the hell?”
You rolled your eyes and quickly ripped a strip of your sleeve in order to staunch the flow of blood from your calf. “Surprise,” You said tonelessly.
“You’re not--” Your elongated ears were the first clue that you weren't human like him.
“--human?” You supplied for his tongue tied in knots. “Haven’t you listened to the tales of your people?”
Jongho snorted. “No. Those are tales.”
You shrugged as you tied the strip tight, wincing slightly at the pain. “Then you are the fool not heeding the warnings.”
“Fool?”
The hunter seemed annoyed at your fact.
You cocked your head and attempted to stand up. “Tales help children learn important lessons. Or are humans that ignorant in that regard as well?”
Jongho seemed to get angrier by the second. “What else am I ignorant about?”
“Well, for one--”
Your leg gave out and your body collapsed. Unfortunately for you, it was in the direction that Jongho was standing in. His instincts had him reaching out and bracing you against his body.
“--your hunting. You would have never caught anything. You scared everything away within the first loud grunt that the air was too cold.”
Jongho shrugged. “It’s too damn cold for a human.”
“In that, we agreed.” You attempted to push yourself away from the hunter but his hands held strongly to your upper arms.
“If I’m so bad at hunting, how did I catch you?” Jongho posed next.
It was your turn to shrug. “Your guns allow you talents you do not possess.”
Jongho rolled his eyes. “Or you’re arrogant.”
“I’m arrogant?” You demanded. “I did not travel to a foreign land to steal the lives of animals just for their hides.”
You finally broke out of Jongho’s grasp, and pulled the flask at your hip and took a swig of it. The sweetness of the tree blood, the bitterness of fermented grain, and the metallic sweetness of the caribou blood rushed over your tastebuds.
Jongho watched in confusion as you no longer limbed or showed any weakness from the shot you took to the leg.
“What are you?” He whispered.
You grinned, the red of the blood clinging to your teeth. “A tale. Nothing more.”
And with your final words, you dashed into the woods, aware that with your animal hide clothing and super speed of your race, Jongho would never be able to follow you.
Although, if truth be told, he was an interesting human.
mingi x gn! reader / genre: angst, romance. wc: 419 / warnings: smoking, alcohol mentions, so much longing, r: 18+
another one for the tipsy drabbles! i just love my emo loverboy so so much! thank you to @sanjoongie for showing me this and mingi for being so cool and beautiful at Paris this past week
Mingi takes his pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket.
He lit one and drew a long, slow drag, letting the smoke do its thing. He'd been lectured a thousand times about it, but he likes it. It makes him loosen up. It also keeps the nightmares away. He tries not to make a habit of it.
Leaning against the balcony rail he takes another long drag, allowing the smoke to go through his lungs and he swiftly makes it come back, blowing it quietly back into the air.
The sky has deepened into a deep purple, and the cold outside feels sharper. He stretches and leans back.
Mingi starts to drift away, and he thinks of you.
You had a way of filling a room without even trying. Just by thinking of your smile it makes Mingi´s chest ache. He replayed something you’d said the other day, a small smile crept at the corner of his lips. He finds himself smiling freely, taking another drag, resting the tip of his tongue against his front teeth before letting the smoke out again.
He admits you are such a contrast to him; he is gloomy and quiet, only letting himself be comfortable to a very few, you among them. He´s just good at keeping things that might hurt him away.
Enjoying the cold air he closes his eyes and pictures your lips. Their shape, their softness. He wonders how it would feel to have them crushing against his own.
Then he pictures your hands. Around his shoulders, his waist. Anywhere you would like to grab onto as he takes control.
As he calls you mine.
Mingi doesn’t move, the cold pricks against his bare arms and it makes him shiver. The haze from his smoke around envelops him.
“Smoking alone again?”
He looked down to see you on the sidewalk, He turns and sees you mimicking taking a drag out. A playful smirk broke through his reserve as he leaned his weight against the balcony’s cold steel rail.
“I was thinking of you, just now.”
You smile teasingly, signaling for him to let you in.
He smirks, smoke in between his lips as he walks to his door.
Moments later you are standing against his door frame, you show off the twelve pack of his favorite beer as an offering. Mingi feels your arm brush against his skin as you get in his apartment.
Your perfume mixed up with the lingering smoke felt like home, making him realize how deep his love has gotten.
@mingsolo please do not repost/translate to other sites.
✿ Summary: Although many lords approach you with the intent of marriage, you only have eyes for one person...your lead farmhand.
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Written for Tipsy Drabbles <3 had this done in july but kept putting off the posting lol. and yes...this was supposed to be posted on daeddy but i put the wrong un on the banner and i dont have the file anymore :(((
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✿ Smut Warnings: Oral (m), deepthroating, come swallowing, fingering (f), some dirty talk, wall sex, unprotected sex (!! don't do !!), creampie
“I can provide you with so much if you accept my proposal.” The young lord standing before attempts to grasp your hands but you gracefully dodge his touch.
“I have all I need,” you smile, letting your fan rest on your left cheek as you tilt your head ever so slightly. “Thank you for your visit.”
The man frowns and turns to leave, disappointed by his failure. As soon as he disappears from your sight, you look behind you to see your lead farmhand standing just behind the corner. He catches your gaze easily and you wink, slowly opening your fan wide. His face brightens and he turns to leave the other way. You can’t help but to smile at his eagerness, quickly gathering your skirts to follow him shortly after.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. As the only owner of the local peach orchard, and a woman at that, many young men have tried to ask for your hand, hoping to be able to take over the farm.
But like you told the young lord just now, you have everything you need. Your servants help around the house, and your farmhands keep your orchards tidy. And the leader, San, helps you more than you’d care to admit out loud.
As you step into the barn, a hand grabs your waist and spins you around. You giggle as you face a pouting San. “Hello, Mr ‘Everything I Need’,” you lean in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose and he scrunches it up adorably.
“I wish they’d stop proposing,” San mumbles sullenly. “You say ‘no’ everytime. When will they learn?”
You hum, carding your hand through his hair. “Sorry, Sanah. My money is just too tempting for them, but all I’ll do is turn them away. I promise.”
San sighs loudly, his arms tightening around your waist. “I know. I just want to keep you all to myself...”
Instead of replying, you bury your face in San’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re the only one for me, Sanah,” you soothe him “You’re perfect, San. I couldn’t ever let you go.”
As you speak, you can feel San’s grip on your waist tighten even more as he peppers kisses on the skin of your neck where his head rests.
“Sanah, let me show you how much I care for you, okay? Please?” you hum into his hair.
Before gracing you with a response, his hands find the lacing of your dress and he quickly undoes them to pull the front of your dress down to reveal your breasts. “You wanna show me?” he all but growls. “Then get on your knees.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, you pick up your skirts and sink down, uncaring about the dirt getting on your white gown. With eager unhands you undo San’s belt and pull his half-hard cock out of hisp ants. Before he can say or do anything, you take the tip in your mouth and press your tongue against the tip, tasting the salty precum already beading.
San’s hands fly down to grasp your hair, his fingernails scratching your scalp and tugging at your locks. “Shit!” is the only word he manages to say.
You let his length rest in your mouth as your hands wrap around the base of his dick, grip tightening just enough to coax breathy moans out of your lover. Without much further warning, you let your head sink lower onto his cock, taking in the scent of his body as your throat tightens around San.
His whines and whimpers only serve to make you more eager, and you quickly take his cock down your throat completely, gagging around him and feeling yourself grow more wet at the feeling of his cock twitching in your throat.
It doesn’t take San long to finally reach orgasm, shooting ropes of hot come down your throat as his hips buck into your mouth subconsciously. Your nails dig into his thighs as you grip his legs to keep him buried deep in your throat.
When you finally pop off his dick, drops of come still slide down your chin and throat, pooling in your collarbones and staining your dress. “Well, I sure hope you’re planning on taking my dress to the cleaners for me, San. It’s a pain to get the stains out myself–” your playful jibes are cut off by San wrapping his arms under your thighs and lifting you up. “San!” you squeal, hands flying to grab his shirt, arms thrown around his shoulders.
“It’s my turn, my lady,” he hums, carrying you to the wall of the barn, pinning you between the sealed wood and his chest as he reaches down and presses his fingers against your sopping cunt. “Look at you, so ready for me. So ready to please.” Quickly, he taps your arms to get you to raise them as he pulls the dress over your head, leaving you in your slip.
It’s your turn to whine, pressing your face into his neck as your legs wrap around his waist. His fingers skillfully play with your clit, drawing more broken moans out of your mouth. It doesn’t take you long to grow impatient, sinking your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. “Fuck me already,” you beg. “Please, I want to be filled up by you. Keep your come in my cunt and–”
Before you can continue your prodding, you throw your head back and moan as San pushes the head of his already-hard cock into your pussy. It stretches you out so deliciously, and you can’t help but wiggle your hips a little to try and get it further into you.
“Stop moving,” San groans, his hand squeezing your waist. “Unless you want me to come already you need to sit still.”
He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust and you groan, dropping your head back into the crook of his neck. It’s moments like these you strongly appreciate the strength of his arms as he holds you up like you weigh almost nothing. His hands push you down slightly so that his cock spears you even deeper, pressing against the perfect spot at the perfect angle, and you keep your face buried in his neck as you mouth at the sun kissed skin.
One of San’s firm arms wrap around your waist as his other moves back down to press a thumb against your clit. “Ah– San–” you hiss, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Please–”
“God, you always sound so pretty when you beg,” San sighs, his cock twitching with every soft pant and whine you emit. The wet sounds of your fucking fill the barn, and you’re vaguely relieved the rest of your employees are done for the day. “You’re squeezing around me so fucking well. Look at me, baby.”
It takes you a moment, but you finally raise your head only to be met by San pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply as he thrusts one last time and comes, holding you down on his cock. You can feel your stomach tightening and your legs shaking as you come with a broken whine, hands scratching down San’s back as your eyes roll back in your head.
It takes you a moment to catch your breath, but San is already wiping you clean with your discarded dress and you laugh breathily and smack his shoulder. “San! That’s my dress!”
He shrugs. “It’s already dirty, my lady. Don’t worry, Joohyun is the best at getting stains out.”
You groan, amusedly. “Just because she can doesn’t mean we should subject her to deal with our…times together. Give it to me, I’ll deal with it later.”
San laughs but hands you the dress, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as he does so. “I love you, YN. You know I’ll stay with you for as long as I live, right?”
You hum, leaning against his broad shoulders as you fold your dress neatly. “I do. And…and soon, I promise, I’ll declare my love for you from the rooftops. I just need more time. Build enough money that the town cannot lose me. Cannot afford to ostracise me.”
A frown pulls at San’s lips as he strokes your back. “I don’t care about their words, their judgement. You’re the one I need.”
His words warm your heart from inside out. “Then we’ll get married next year, in this orchard. I promise you.”
San’s eyes soften as he leans down to capture your lips once more, the kiss full of promises and dreams. “I’ll hold you to that, my lady.”
“Taste it,” he said, vines coiling idly around his muscular legs and up his spine to blossom around his shoulders, seemingly unnoticed.
You leaned forwards, naked beneath the willow bower he’d constructed to shield the two of you. Not that anyone would see you here in the depths of his domain, but still, the gesture was nice.
You let your tongue curl over the dewy petal of the orchid that he held between his green fingertips, and your eyes rolled at the bead of nectar that touched your tongue.
“I want you,” you breathed, and his kelp-green eyes darkened. He reached out for your hips, the orchid forgotten amid a myriad other blossoms that graced the surface of the water surrounding the small island, and he eased you down onto the soft moss with a gentle smile.
He parted your legs and lowered his inhuman face between them, letting his tongue lap over you in a mirror of your own across the blossom, and you came alive beneath his touch.
Summary: Mingyu crushing over the hot coke (coca-cola) addict at his bar.
[a/n]: Another tipsy drabbles lets go!
“Who comes to a bar to drink that much coke?”
Mingyu had seen all sorts of customers over the years, from melancholic drunks to drinks-after-work types, one drink to one more drink and then one more. He had never expected to see the human incarnation of a fire ball to turn up at his bar and drink coke with the passion of a raging alcoholic, though.
“Don’t know, chief, but that doesn’t seem like a good choice for his teeth or his kidneys,” Wonwoo said as he worked on refilling the customer’s drink.
“I mean we aren’t good for anyone’s liver. At least it’s better than alcohol?” Mingyu’s eyes landed on the customer every now and then. Despite his short stature, he guessed not an inch over five foot six, the man commanded quite the presence.
No one dared to sit by him, seeing his face and just finding someplace else. It was a quiet bar, meant more for professional gatherings and semi-formal dates, not usually greeted by angry solo drinkers, which is what made the man stand out so much.
That or how attractive the man was.
Mingyu didn’t like to use him owning a bar as an opportunity to eye good looking people but he couldn’t always help himself. The man at his bar was undeniably handsome, probably one of his best till date. With his short cropped hair, smudged eye shadow and bright red leather jacket, he looked a lot like a pop star.
It went on for hours, and Mingyu found himself more and more concerned. The man kept sitting there, his head bent low, asking for one coke zero after the next. They would soon start running low on their stock at the rate the man was going. Fortunately they were nearing closing time and the bar had mostly cleared out.
“Sir?” Mingyu asked carefully.
“Another one, please,” the man said, not even looking up.
“I think that’s enough, sir.”
“You’re cutting me off coke zero?”
“No sir, we’re about to close.”
The man finally looked up at Mingyu, having to crane his neck up to meet his eyes, “Where am I supposed to find more coke at this hour?”
“A convenience store, I presume?” Mingyu felt more confused than he had ever felt before in his life.
“Checked every single one in the area, none of them have it in stock for some reason. I’ll just have one more and leave.”
“I’m sorry sir, it’s really late. We have to close right now.”
“Can’t you close while I drink the last one?” The man asked, a sad pout of his face. He was far too attractive for Mingyu to say no to.
“Alright, I guess.” He filled the man’s glass one more time and got his staff to start cleaning up the place. The customer seemed reluctant to finish his drink to the point where there was still some left in his glass by the time everyone had left, leaving Mingyu waiting for him. “You done, sir?”
“Yeah, just a second.” He downed what was left and handed Mingyu his glass and credit card. He quickly rung him up and headed inside to wash up. He thought about the customer and laughed to himself, not knowing what to make of him.
When he was out, the customer was still sitting at the bar, scrolling through his phone.
“You haven’t left yet?”
“What do you think I waited this long for?” The man asked with a smirk
“What do you mean?” Mingyu asked.
“And I thought hot people being dumb was a myth.” The man got up from his seat and stood close to Mingyu. He barely came up to Mingyu’s shoulder but his eyes more than made up for his stature. “Lee Jihoon.”
“Excuse me?”
“Do you need a special invitation to give me your name?”
“Kim Mingyu.”
“So, Mingyu, how about you walk me home?”
“What?”
“Are you straight?”
“No?”
“Then?”
“What was with all the coke zero?”
“I enjoy feeding my vices,” He said, a smirk on his face. “One for coke, the other for handsome men.”
Mingyu didn’t know what to say as Jihoon hooked his arm around his and walked him out of the bar.
Summary: Every time an amber moon rises you make your way to a clearing in the depth of the forest. Because every time the amber moon rises above the clearing you’re able to see Hyunjin again.
A/N: I wrote this for the last tipsy drabbles, which were a whole while back.. but I totally forgot posting this?!
You peaked out of the door as you opened it, making sure the streets were completely void except for the darkness covering the world like a blanket. Once you saw nobody you slipped out of your home, pulling the hood of your black cloak over your head. You headed towards the forest with hasty steps.
The cool air caressed your bare face and arms while the wind played a lonely melody as it howled through the trees. Next to it only your steps on the ground and an occasional crack of a twig could be heard.
You looked over your shoulder, noticing the amber moon rising over the horizon. Soon enough you wouldn’t be able to see it through the trees once you were deep enough into the forest. You had to hurry, if you wanted to reach your destiny before it was too late.
Your cloak fluttered behind you, nearly getting caught in low bushes but your brisk pace pulled it right out of it again. There was no definite path you followed, though the amount of times you walked it definitely left a small trail. Thanks to it, your way became a lot easier since you barely saw anything within the dark. Yet, you knew the way to your destination by heart - even without the trail you wouldn’t be troubled reaching it.
As the amber moon rose in the night sky you finally reached the clearing in the middle of the forest. The usually lush green grass now enveloped in a layer of dew, making it appear silver.
You walked into the middle of the clearing, looking up towards the sky. The rim of the moon glowed above the tips of the trees and it wouldn’t be long until the full moon shone down on the clearing.
The crack of a twig caught your attention and you slowly turned your head back down, looking towards the edge of the clearing. Between the shadows a large, grey wolf stood there and watched silently. His eyes were trained on your form as he slowly stepped into the light.
The wolf stayed far away from you, his head now turning to the moon, even though most of his attention stayed on your form.
You followed his example, watching as the moon rose in the sky until the light of the full moon shone right down on the clearing. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, feeling the energy rising within the air.
Only after you heard growling that soon enough turned into groaning, did you open your eyes again.
The wolf had vanished. Instead a young man with dark hair until his shoulders was crouching in its place. The moon light illuminated his pale skin.
“Hyunjin”, you spoke with a smile on your lips.
His head snapped up, eyes glaring at you with venom deeply rooted inside of them, his plush lips pulled back into a snarl and his nose scrunched, showcasing how much the curse of being a wolf had affected even his human behaviour.
You ignored the obvious hatred that pulsated within his body, still smiling at the most stunning man you had ever seen. You stayed in place, knowing better than to approach Hyunjin - even though you knew how to protect yourself. Your eyes met and your smile widened even more while his frown deepened.
jeonghan x reader / fluff, established relationship / wc: 300
written for the #tipsydrabbles ✦
It was one of those nights. You just kept waking up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep.
With a loud sigh you turn to your side, where Jeonghan lays sound asleep.
The corner of your lips immediately turn upwards and you let out a soft sigh. Dark brown locks frame his face, slightly parted lips breathe in and out softly. You pop your elbow to balance your head as you observe his features and smile again. You admire the shape of his lips, how he puffs air in and out quietly. The curve of his nose, his sharp jawline. Instinctively your fingers go and caress his cheek down to his neck.
Literally perfect.
Your hand went to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was steady, at absolute peace. Your lids start to felt heavy so you laid your head back into the pillow, the palm of your hand receiving the thumbps of Jeonghan’s heart and making you fall asleep swiftly without even noticing.
Jeonghan opens one eye as soon as he hears you sound asleep. He caressed your palm, still over his chest. A proud smirk drew on his lips as he closed his eyes ready to get back to sleep as well, when he heard you mumble.
“Angel face.” you smile lightly.
Eyes still closed, he got closer to your lips, unable to not smile brushing over them.
ღPairing: Gardener! Yeosang × Lady of the house! Reader (f)
ღGenre/Trope/Au: smut, forbidden lovers, power dynamic couple, historical au
ღWord Count: 507
ღRating: 18+ MDNI
ღWarnings: public sex, penetrative sex without a barrier, pullout game, dick-drunk, hidden affair
ღSummary: your affair with your gardener was fulfilling, exhilarating, and most importantly, a secret
When you had decided to go for an early morning walk today you had not expected to be currently fucked up against the ivy covered wall of your mansion.
Your illicit affair with the groundskeeper of your large estate was perhaps not the smartest decision you had made but it was certainly fruitful. Especially since Yeosang was hitting the inside of you just right.
“Yeo-yeosang,” You whined, gloved fingers clutching the dead vines in front of you. It was still late winter and you could see your breath in the air like tiny clouds.
Yeosang grunted behind you, more concerned with his thrust game and keeping your skirts up than curious as to why exactly you were whining his name. You said it again with more urgency, especially as his pace behind you quickened.
“Don’t--” You paused to swallow. “Don’t come inside of me!”
Yeosang chuckled deeply behind you. “Would you like me to make a pretty rope of my cum on your ass?”
You were struggling to focus now, the pleasure emanating from your lower half encompassing most of your thoughts. You choked on a gasp as Yeosang began to hit the end of you with his enthusiasm to chase his orgasm. All you could manage in response was: “Please.” Pitiful, but still got your point across.
The tiny hat perched on the side of your head, with the half veil to shade your face from the sun, was starting to slide out of its bobby-pin hold with the way that Yeosang was fucking you so good. His noises began to crescendo, a rough and warm groan eagerly slipping from his red lips.
Your orgasm hit you first, exploding in a cry that Yeosang had to quickly mute with his hand over your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed so that you could drink in the pleasure painting your nerves. Yeosang came soon after, having delivered you to yours, he pulled out and came messily all over your ass. Yeosang allowed his hands to rest on the plumpness of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he came down from his high.
You were panting and attempting to catch your breath when Yeosang pulled your skirts down with alaricity. “Ah--Jongho, what brings you out here so early?” Yeosang said cheerfully.
Jongho eyed your rosy cheeks and the spark in Yeosang’s eyes. “You’re up to something. I just know it.”
Yeosang shrugged his shoulders. “I was just asking for an opinion of the shrubbery shapes.”
You attempted to not squirm at the icky feeling of Yeosang’s cum rapidly cooling on your skin. You nodded first to Yeosang, then to Jongho, the butler, and dashed off with a fistful of your skirts held high in the air. “Good Day, Gentlemen,” You said curtly.
Perhaps you could catch Hongjoong after he finished making the bread for the day to distract yourself from the fact that you almost got caught by Jongho while Yeosang fucked you within an inch of your life and that you had skipped breakfast for it.
