Tumblr Prompts I
Here are some little drabbles from prompts given to me on Tumblr. Feel free to head over to my ask and give me a prompt!
I'll post each drabble as I finish. To the best of my abilities, I will try to fill prompts on a first-come, first-served basis.
Pairing: Key/Taemin
Length: 130 words
Prompt: this little moment of Key smelling Taemin's hair, from Anonymous.
“Shit, shit- Taemin, I’m so sorry. It’s in your hair.”
Taemin takes a moment to process that. He uncurls his sticky fingers and holds them away from himself, casting about for a towel or a tissue. Apologetically, I offer my undershirt.
It’s not just in his hair. It’s all over his face. He has to blink a few times before he can separate his top from his bottom eyelashes. There’s a rising anxiety in the pit of my stomach - shit, what do we say to our stylist - but it’s dominated by the dumb bliss of having blown the biggest load I’ve ever had all over Taemin’s face.
“Kibum-hyung,” Taemin says. He licks his lip and tastes jizz, nose scrunching in distaste. “Do you have anything to get this out?” |
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Pairing: Taemin/Onew
Length: 514 words
Prompt: Ontae designer!AU, "with the bottom Onew feel to it," from Anonymous.
Jinki flinches as the prick of a pin brushes against his skin. It doesn’t bleed, just leaves behind a chalky-white scratch on his wrist that stings slightly. Thoughtlessly, Taemin licks his thumb and smooths the scratch away. “Sorry,” he says, “I’ll be more careful.”
Jinki swallows thickly. When his aunt suggested that he should start dressing his age, he hadn’t expected that to entail a fully bespoke suit. She knew a tailor, a small family shop, that had made her husband’s suits for twenty years, and Jinki had to admit his uncle was a well-dressed man. He looked like someone who had his life together. Jinki had never been one for suits - he preferred sweatpants and baseball caps - but his aunt insisted, and it would be rude to refuse such a generous gift. On his first visit to the tailor, Jinki was measured by a kindly, bearded middle-aged man and the whole encounter had progressed smoothly. Mr. Lee took some preliminary measurements, and they chatted about fabric choices and how many buttons should be on the jacket. Jinki was charmed by the man’s enthusiasm; he clearly cared about his work. But that same weekend, Mr. Lee was involved in a sporting accident, leaving his apprenticed son in charge of the business.
So now, on his second visit, Jinki was holding his breath and concentrating every fibre of his being on not getting a boner while this breathtaking teenager adjusted the pins that held the pattern for his jacket together. He dreaded the trousers. Trousers were next.
“Could you relax a little, please?” Taemin said. “Your arms are very tense.”
Jinki tried to breathe the tension from his shoulders. He made the mistake of glancing downward, and seeing Taemin kneeling to gain a better perspective of his sleeve. Taemin’s face was practically crotch-level. A small groan slipped from Jinki’s lips - this was agony. He thought he saw Taemin crack a smile, but looked away before he could be sure.
After a too-long minute of fiddling with the pins, Taemin finally stood and helped Jinki slip the jacket-pattern off. “Did you want to take a break before fitting the trousers? It can be tiring standing there for so long…”
Jinki nodded gratefully. He retreated to the corner of the shop where he’d left his sweater and searched the pockets for his cell phone. Under the guise of sending a text message, he watched Taemin adjust the jacket on a mannequin, holding extra pins between his teeth, and leaning over every now and again to mark a measurement in a notebook. Jinki tried to remember every tactile detail of Taemin smoothing that scratch from his wrist, and transplanted that into a scenario for him to jerk off to as soon as he got home: Taemin’s wet thumb pad smoothing over the head of Jinki’s cock with the same gentle motion he’d used on the round bone of Jinki’s wrist.
With telepathic timing, Taemin looked up and caught Jinki’s eye. “Come over here again,” he said. “And take off your pants.” |
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Pairing: Taemin/Onew
Length: 833 words
Prompt: military Ontae, from Anonymous.
The foundations shake as a land mine explodes somewhere nearby. Plaster rains down from the ceiling and coats everything in white dust. Taemin blows through pursed lips and says, “Everybody okay?”
A burst of static crackles over his com-set, and then Key’s voice cuts in-and-out. “Yeah- … This idiot doesn’t watch… almost tripped… -worry, probably a deer.”
“Be careful,” Taemin warns.
“… status?”
“Secure for now, but stuck. There’s a squad patrol outside. I can’t get a visual on them, but I keep picking up their chatter on my headset and their coordinates are close.”
“Re- …your coordinates?”
Taemin fumbles for his GPS and gives an X and Y for his position.
“Stay… -re you are… coming to get you.”
“Got it.” Taemin crab-crawls toward the window and chances a glance outside. A plume of dust and smoke pours from a building about a block over, and it’s drawn some of the patrol away from Taemin’s hideout. He has an almost clear shot of one of the soldiers, but the guy is standing with his back to an armoured personnel van, and it would be too easy to figure out, from the blood spatter behind him, which second story window the shot came from.
“Hurry up,” Taemin whines under his breath.
“Sergeant Lee,” Jonghyun nudges Onew’s thigh with the toe of his boot, and Onew blinks awake as though he hadn’t just been deep in a dream. “Heard from Key. Taemin’s a man down and pinned - they’re going to get him now.”
Onew reels with a double punch of emotion: sheer terror at the thought of Taemin in a situation where a man went down, and guilty relief at the thought that Taemin hadn’t been that man. “Someone radio HQ,” Onew says. The rush of fear makes him irritable. “This is fucking ridiculous. We need backup to hurry up; they’re just picking us off one-by-one now.”
“Yes, sir,” Jonghyun says. “As soon as we have a working channel to HQ, I’ll make the request.”
Onew sighs. They’ve been holding their position in the city for four days, and as far as Onew can tell they’re the only squad that’s ventured this far into enemy territory. They’ve lucked upon the eye of the storm, but the constant peppering of bullets and noise over the com-link from squads further behind gives the sobering impression that they’re surrounded. Their backup isn’t making much headway. Onew’s squad is stranded, and down from twelve men to five.
“You get some sleep now,” Onew says. He takes the headset from Jonghyun and settles down behind the ledge where they’re keeping watch. “I want to know the second they’ve got contact.”
Taemin hears Key and Minho’s approach before he sees them. A gunshot whizzes through the courtyard, and the patrol group jumps into action, shouting and scrambling for firearms and cover. Taemin waits until Key and Minho are fully engaged before rising to his knees and adding a few careful shots to the fray.
“… downstairs… courtyard, let’s go…”
Taemin leaves the window and hurries down to the first floor. One of the enemy officers is standing under the entrance awning, and he spins at the sound of Taemin’s boots coming close. Both of them lift their rifles to shoot, the officer with a millisecond to spare, and just as the thought wicks across Taemin’s mind - goddammit no - a bullet crashes through the officer’s skull. He looks stunned for an instant before crumpling to he floor.
“Hurry the fuck up!” It’s strange to hear Key’s voice without the accompanying static of his broken com-set. Key holds the door open and gestures for Taemin to hurry along. Under bursts of cover fire from Minho, they leg it to the end of the street and around the corner. The patrol squad, down to four men standing, doesn’t give chase.
“Yah,” Key says. He punches Taemin in the arm in a manly show of glad you’re alive. “Make sure you tell Sergeant Lee about me saving your life right there; get him to lobby for a raise.”
That night, Onew doesn’t care that the others will find him unprofessional. He waits until Minho has drifted off to sleep, and Key and Minho have ascended to the roof to keep watch, and then he lies down on the sleeping bag next to Taemin.
Taemin has stripped down to his tee shirt, but he’s still wearing his boots. His gun is within arms’ reach. When he feels Onew’s weight settle next to him, he’s awake in an instant, already reaching for his rifle. “Hyung… something up?”
Onew tries to remember what it was like sleeping next to Taemin two years ago, when they were naked and unguarded in their own apartment. When sitting on the mattress next to Taemin while he was sleeping resulted in nothing more than sleepy grumbling, and an invitation to slide under the sheets. “Nothing’s up,” Onew assures him. “Go back to sleep.” |
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Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 270 words
Prompt: Taemin in girly panties, from Anonymous.
“Taemin?” Minho says. There’s a note of worry in his voice, an unusual throatiness.
Taemin turns around, holding his shirt up with his chin so that he can buckle his belt without the hem getting in the way. “Hyung?” Taemin echoes.
“This is probably none of my business, but, uh.” Minho rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed to even say the word panties, let alone process what he’s pretty sure he just saw. “Taemin, are you… uh, wearing girls’ panties?”
“Um,” Taemin says. And now his voice has gone throaty, and his face is flushing bright red. “Um, well.”
“Oh.” Minho quickly pulls his sweater over his head. He leaves the hood up and pulls the drawstrings tight, shrinking his view of the world, of Taemin’s clenched fists and biting lips, to a keyhole. “Well, okay. I’ll meet you in the car then.”
Minho makes a hasty escape into the corridor. He bumps into Onew, coming around the corner. Onew must have noticed the strange look on Minho’s face, because he asks, “You okay?”
“I don't want to sound alarmist,” Minho says, “but I think Taemin is a cross-dresser.”
Jinki comes into the dressing room chuckling. “I think you’ve given Minho nightmares,” he says.
“I didn’t mean to,” Taemin says. “He must have saw when I was changing pants. I tried to be really quick, but-”
“Oh, it’s all right, aegi,” Jinki says. He kisses Taemin fondly on the nose. “I honestly didn’t expect you to keep them on past the second stage. You’ve been a good boy. Explaining yourself to Minho will be punishment enough.” |
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Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Length: 393 words
Prompt: Jonghyun and Taemin fooling around with lightsabers, from Anonymous.
(Someone already asked for space!SHINee, and so forgive me for interpreting this in a dramatically different direction.)
Onew looks between Jonghyun and Taemin, his brow furrowed deeply in disapproval. “You know the rules,” he says sternly. “You should always use a condom.”
“But hyung,” Taemin says, and is quickly hushed.
“Jonghyun, you’re the older one here. You’re supposed to be responsible. How did this happen?”
Wilting under Onew’s stare, Jonghyun says, “Well, last night Taemin and I smoked some weed and started fooling around. Taemin said he brought condoms, and then…”
“What do you mean glow-in-the-dark? Let me see that.” Jonghyun snatched the packet from Taemin’s hands and examined the packaging carefully. The label did indeed indicate that the condom contained within would glow in the dark. But to be sure, he ripped open the package, slid the condom over his spit-slicked erection, and motioned for Taemin to get the lights.
Taemin put one foot out of the bed and leaned until he could reach the light switch. The bedroom was plunged into darkness, except for the glowing green beacon that was Jonghyun’s dick.
“It looks like a lightsaber,” Taemin said, covering his mouth.
Jonghyun thrust his hips a few times in the air, making the green glow bounce up-and-down. Taemin collapsed with laughter, wheezing, “oh my god, what,” and seemed to convulse and throw his upper half over the edge of the bed. He came up a moment later with another packet, and produced a second glow-in-the-dark condom. “Suck me off a bit, so I can get it on,” Taemin said.
Jonghyun pulled Taemin’s hips forward and wrapped his lips around Taemin’s half-hard length. He sucked with intention, until Taemin pushed his face away, “jesus, Jonghyun- that’s good,” and slid the glowing condom on.
“Oh my god, that looks ridiculous.”
Taemin did a little dance, scooching forward on his knees toward Jonghyun, cock bouncing brightly along. When Jonghyun could finally stop laughing, he took both his and Taemin’s member in hand, and squeezed tightly.
“Luke,” Jonghyun whispered. He inhaled. Exhaled. “Luuuuuuke, I am your father.”
“Your dick is going to look so dumb when it’s inside me,” Taemin said. “Please take the condom off before you do that.”
“… so you see, it was Taemin’s idea,” Jonghyun says.
Onew blinks. His frown deepens. He turns to Taemin and asks, “Where the hell did you get glow-in-the-dark condoms?” |
I'll post each drabble as I finish. To the best of my abilities, I will try to fill prompts on a first-come, first-served basis.
Pairing: Key/Taemin
Length: 130 words
Prompt: this little moment of Key smelling Taemin's hair, from Anonymous.
“Shit, shit- Taemin, I’m so sorry. It’s in your hair.”
Taemin takes a moment to process that. He uncurls his sticky fingers and holds them away from himself, casting about for a towel or a tissue. Apologetically, I offer my undershirt.
It’s not just in his hair. It’s all over his face. He has to blink a few times before he can separate his top from his bottom eyelashes. There’s a rising anxiety in the pit of my stomach - shit, what do we say to our stylist - but it’s dominated by the dumb bliss of having blown the biggest load I’ve ever had all over Taemin’s face.
“Kibum-hyung,” Taemin says. He licks his lip and tastes jizz, nose scrunching in distaste. “Do you have anything to get this out?” |
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Pairing: Taemin/Onew
Length: 514 words
Prompt: Ontae designer!AU, "with the bottom Onew feel to it," from Anonymous.
Jinki flinches as the prick of a pin brushes against his skin. It doesn’t bleed, just leaves behind a chalky-white scratch on his wrist that stings slightly. Thoughtlessly, Taemin licks his thumb and smooths the scratch away. “Sorry,” he says, “I’ll be more careful.”
Jinki swallows thickly. When his aunt suggested that he should start dressing his age, he hadn’t expected that to entail a fully bespoke suit. She knew a tailor, a small family shop, that had made her husband’s suits for twenty years, and Jinki had to admit his uncle was a well-dressed man. He looked like someone who had his life together. Jinki had never been one for suits - he preferred sweatpants and baseball caps - but his aunt insisted, and it would be rude to refuse such a generous gift. On his first visit to the tailor, Jinki was measured by a kindly, bearded middle-aged man and the whole encounter had progressed smoothly. Mr. Lee took some preliminary measurements, and they chatted about fabric choices and how many buttons should be on the jacket. Jinki was charmed by the man’s enthusiasm; he clearly cared about his work. But that same weekend, Mr. Lee was involved in a sporting accident, leaving his apprenticed son in charge of the business.
So now, on his second visit, Jinki was holding his breath and concentrating every fibre of his being on not getting a boner while this breathtaking teenager adjusted the pins that held the pattern for his jacket together. He dreaded the trousers. Trousers were next.
“Could you relax a little, please?” Taemin said. “Your arms are very tense.”
Jinki tried to breathe the tension from his shoulders. He made the mistake of glancing downward, and seeing Taemin kneeling to gain a better perspective of his sleeve. Taemin’s face was practically crotch-level. A small groan slipped from Jinki’s lips - this was agony. He thought he saw Taemin crack a smile, but looked away before he could be sure.
After a too-long minute of fiddling with the pins, Taemin finally stood and helped Jinki slip the jacket-pattern off. “Did you want to take a break before fitting the trousers? It can be tiring standing there for so long…”
Jinki nodded gratefully. He retreated to the corner of the shop where he’d left his sweater and searched the pockets for his cell phone. Under the guise of sending a text message, he watched Taemin adjust the jacket on a mannequin, holding extra pins between his teeth, and leaning over every now and again to mark a measurement in a notebook. Jinki tried to remember every tactile detail of Taemin smoothing that scratch from his wrist, and transplanted that into a scenario for him to jerk off to as soon as he got home: Taemin’s wet thumb pad smoothing over the head of Jinki’s cock with the same gentle motion he’d used on the round bone of Jinki’s wrist.
With telepathic timing, Taemin looked up and caught Jinki’s eye. “Come over here again,” he said. “And take off your pants.” |
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Pairing: Taemin/Onew
Length: 833 words
Prompt: military Ontae, from Anonymous.
The foundations shake as a land mine explodes somewhere nearby. Plaster rains down from the ceiling and coats everything in white dust. Taemin blows through pursed lips and says, “Everybody okay?”
A burst of static crackles over his com-set, and then Key’s voice cuts in-and-out. “Yeah- … This idiot doesn’t watch… almost tripped… -worry, probably a deer.”
“Be careful,” Taemin warns.
“… status?”
“Secure for now, but stuck. There’s a squad patrol outside. I can’t get a visual on them, but I keep picking up their chatter on my headset and their coordinates are close.”
“Re- …your coordinates?”
Taemin fumbles for his GPS and gives an X and Y for his position.
“Stay… -re you are… coming to get you.”
“Got it.” Taemin crab-crawls toward the window and chances a glance outside. A plume of dust and smoke pours from a building about a block over, and it’s drawn some of the patrol away from Taemin’s hideout. He has an almost clear shot of one of the soldiers, but the guy is standing with his back to an armoured personnel van, and it would be too easy to figure out, from the blood spatter behind him, which second story window the shot came from.
“Hurry up,” Taemin whines under his breath.
“Sergeant Lee,” Jonghyun nudges Onew’s thigh with the toe of his boot, and Onew blinks awake as though he hadn’t just been deep in a dream. “Heard from Key. Taemin’s a man down and pinned - they’re going to get him now.”
Onew reels with a double punch of emotion: sheer terror at the thought of Taemin in a situation where a man went down, and guilty relief at the thought that Taemin hadn’t been that man. “Someone radio HQ,” Onew says. The rush of fear makes him irritable. “This is fucking ridiculous. We need backup to hurry up; they’re just picking us off one-by-one now.”
“Yes, sir,” Jonghyun says. “As soon as we have a working channel to HQ, I’ll make the request.”
Onew sighs. They’ve been holding their position in the city for four days, and as far as Onew can tell they’re the only squad that’s ventured this far into enemy territory. They’ve lucked upon the eye of the storm, but the constant peppering of bullets and noise over the com-link from squads further behind gives the sobering impression that they’re surrounded. Their backup isn’t making much headway. Onew’s squad is stranded, and down from twelve men to five.
“You get some sleep now,” Onew says. He takes the headset from Jonghyun and settles down behind the ledge where they’re keeping watch. “I want to know the second they’ve got contact.”
Taemin hears Key and Minho’s approach before he sees them. A gunshot whizzes through the courtyard, and the patrol group jumps into action, shouting and scrambling for firearms and cover. Taemin waits until Key and Minho are fully engaged before rising to his knees and adding a few careful shots to the fray.
“… downstairs… courtyard, let’s go…”
Taemin leaves the window and hurries down to the first floor. One of the enemy officers is standing under the entrance awning, and he spins at the sound of Taemin’s boots coming close. Both of them lift their rifles to shoot, the officer with a millisecond to spare, and just as the thought wicks across Taemin’s mind - goddammit no - a bullet crashes through the officer’s skull. He looks stunned for an instant before crumpling to he floor.
“Hurry the fuck up!” It’s strange to hear Key’s voice without the accompanying static of his broken com-set. Key holds the door open and gestures for Taemin to hurry along. Under bursts of cover fire from Minho, they leg it to the end of the street and around the corner. The patrol squad, down to four men standing, doesn’t give chase.
“Yah,” Key says. He punches Taemin in the arm in a manly show of glad you’re alive. “Make sure you tell Sergeant Lee about me saving your life right there; get him to lobby for a raise.”
That night, Onew doesn’t care that the others will find him unprofessional. He waits until Minho has drifted off to sleep, and Key and Minho have ascended to the roof to keep watch, and then he lies down on the sleeping bag next to Taemin.
Taemin has stripped down to his tee shirt, but he’s still wearing his boots. His gun is within arms’ reach. When he feels Onew’s weight settle next to him, he’s awake in an instant, already reaching for his rifle. “Hyung… something up?”
Onew tries to remember what it was like sleeping next to Taemin two years ago, when they were naked and unguarded in their own apartment. When sitting on the mattress next to Taemin while he was sleeping resulted in nothing more than sleepy grumbling, and an invitation to slide under the sheets. “Nothing’s up,” Onew assures him. “Go back to sleep.” |
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Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 270 words
Prompt: Taemin in girly panties, from Anonymous.
“Taemin?” Minho says. There’s a note of worry in his voice, an unusual throatiness.
Taemin turns around, holding his shirt up with his chin so that he can buckle his belt without the hem getting in the way. “Hyung?” Taemin echoes.
“This is probably none of my business, but, uh.” Minho rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed to even say the word panties, let alone process what he’s pretty sure he just saw. “Taemin, are you… uh, wearing girls’ panties?”
“Um,” Taemin says. And now his voice has gone throaty, and his face is flushing bright red. “Um, well.”
“Oh.” Minho quickly pulls his sweater over his head. He leaves the hood up and pulls the drawstrings tight, shrinking his view of the world, of Taemin’s clenched fists and biting lips, to a keyhole. “Well, okay. I’ll meet you in the car then.”
Minho makes a hasty escape into the corridor. He bumps into Onew, coming around the corner. Onew must have noticed the strange look on Minho’s face, because he asks, “You okay?”
“I don't want to sound alarmist,” Minho says, “but I think Taemin is a cross-dresser.”
Jinki comes into the dressing room chuckling. “I think you’ve given Minho nightmares,” he says.
“I didn’t mean to,” Taemin says. “He must have saw when I was changing pants. I tried to be really quick, but-”
“Oh, it’s all right, aegi,” Jinki says. He kisses Taemin fondly on the nose. “I honestly didn’t expect you to keep them on past the second stage. You’ve been a good boy. Explaining yourself to Minho will be punishment enough.” |
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Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Length: 393 words
Prompt: Jonghyun and Taemin fooling around with lightsabers, from Anonymous.
(Someone already asked for space!SHINee, and so forgive me for interpreting this in a dramatically different direction.)
Onew looks between Jonghyun and Taemin, his brow furrowed deeply in disapproval. “You know the rules,” he says sternly. “You should always use a condom.”
“But hyung,” Taemin says, and is quickly hushed.
“Jonghyun, you’re the older one here. You’re supposed to be responsible. How did this happen?”
Wilting under Onew’s stare, Jonghyun says, “Well, last night Taemin and I smoked some weed and started fooling around. Taemin said he brought condoms, and then…”
“What do you mean glow-in-the-dark? Let me see that.” Jonghyun snatched the packet from Taemin’s hands and examined the packaging carefully. The label did indeed indicate that the condom contained within would glow in the dark. But to be sure, he ripped open the package, slid the condom over his spit-slicked erection, and motioned for Taemin to get the lights.
Taemin put one foot out of the bed and leaned until he could reach the light switch. The bedroom was plunged into darkness, except for the glowing green beacon that was Jonghyun’s dick.
“It looks like a lightsaber,” Taemin said, covering his mouth.
Jonghyun thrust his hips a few times in the air, making the green glow bounce up-and-down. Taemin collapsed with laughter, wheezing, “oh my god, what,” and seemed to convulse and throw his upper half over the edge of the bed. He came up a moment later with another packet, and produced a second glow-in-the-dark condom. “Suck me off a bit, so I can get it on,” Taemin said.
Jonghyun pulled Taemin’s hips forward and wrapped his lips around Taemin’s half-hard length. He sucked with intention, until Taemin pushed his face away, “jesus, Jonghyun- that’s good,” and slid the glowing condom on.
“Oh my god, that looks ridiculous.”
Taemin did a little dance, scooching forward on his knees toward Jonghyun, cock bouncing brightly along. When Jonghyun could finally stop laughing, he took both his and Taemin’s member in hand, and squeezed tightly.
“Luke,” Jonghyun whispered. He inhaled. Exhaled. “Luuuuuuke, I am your father.”
“Your dick is going to look so dumb when it’s inside me,” Taemin said. “Please take the condom off before you do that.”
“… so you see, it was Taemin’s idea,” Jonghyun says.
Onew blinks. His frown deepens. He turns to Taemin and asks, “Where the hell did you get glow-in-the-dark condoms?” |