Long before joining 17, I already started working in the entertainment industry, it’s been around 18 years. Since I was two years old in China, I’ve appeared in TV shows, dramas, movies, and commercials as a child actor. I’ve also walked for a fashion show.
Characters: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7
Warning/s: Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just
because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage
(light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream
sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what
else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it
Length: 5,768 words
A/N: OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment
of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven!
It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more
than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg). I wanted to thank each and every one of you
who had consistently shown love and support for this series! I didn’t really expect to receive this much
love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!
By the way
here is the final installment, I hope it is good? And things got a bit out of hand, as always,
so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!
make sure to read until the end :)))))))))))))))) That’s it, enjoooooooooy!
At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the
soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come
back. They cannot make you stop talking
about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them
more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling
so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on
your guest room or living room.
“_____, let’s tak-“
“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?”
Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum
just let out a sigh.
“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s
done.” Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the
“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can
you say about him?” Mark asks before
downing the rest of his beer.
“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn! He is so sexy when he dances. Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn! It is the first time that I envied a fucking
floor. Can he hump on me like that
too? Huh??? What do you think? That will be great, right? Damn…”
You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.
“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed,
okay? ______?” You nodded and you barely had your eyes open
when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your
room. Jaebum and Mark just sighed before
cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back
so that they can all go home and call this a night.
на́хуй, нахуя́, захуя́ - all those words mean “why?” (with what aim)
ты на́хуй сюда́ пришёл? why the fuck have you come here?
с хуя́ ли / схуя́ли - why the fuck? (for what reason)
дохуя́ - a lot
я съел дохуя́ карто́шки I ate a shitton of potatoes
нихуя́ - nothing, not at all
нихуя́ они́ мне не да́ли! they didn’t give me anything! нихуя́ они́ не спортсме́ны they are not (at all) sportsmen
не́хуй - (1) nothing, (2) when telling someone to stop doing something
(1) мне бы́ло не́хуй де́лать, и я прибра́лся i had nothing to do, so i tidied up (2) не́хуй смея́ться на́до мной! stop laughing at me!
хуй там был - said when you were expecting/hoping/told something would happen and it didn’t
я ду́мал, меня́ поко́рмят - (а вот) хуй там был! i thought they would feed me - but they didn’t!
положи́ть хуй (на) - to ingore, to not care about something too much
я давно́ положи́л хуй на заря́дку I stopped doing morning exercise long ago
заби́ть хуй (на) - same as above, sometimes just
забе́й ты на уро́ки, пойдём поигра́ем! screw homework, let’s go play! [you’re suggesting someone to stop doing homework]
хуи́ пина́ть - to do nothing productive or useful
мы це́лый день уже хуи́ пина́ем, пора́ взя́ться за де́ло! we’ve been doing nothing all day, it’s time to get down to business!
я́сен хуй - obviously! duh!
посла́ть на́хуй - to tell someone to fuck off иди́ на́хуй! - fuck off! пошёл на́хуй! [to a male] / пошла́ на́хуй! [to a female] - fuck off!
хуй (его́) зна́ет - I have no fucking clue
- кто съел соси́ски? - да хуй его́ зна́ет! - who ate the sausages? no fucking idea!
охуе́ть - (1) to be extremely shocked (2) same, but as an interjection - “oh shit!” (3) said about someone who’s behaving very badly (4) ну охуе́ть / ну охуе́ть тепе́рь is said sarcastically as an interjection about something which another person thought would surprise you but didn’t
(1) я вошёл в ко́мнату и охуе́л -
там го́лый полице́йский танцева́л! i entered the room and was shocked - there was a naked policeman and he was dancing! (2) охуе́ть! ты где э́то доста́л? oh shit! where did you get that? (3) он вы́пил мой сок? да он охуе́л! he drank my juice? he comepletely lost his mind! (4) - я гуля́л и уви́дел БОЛЬШУ́Ю СОБА́КУ!!! - ну охуе́ть тепе́рь… - i was walking and saw A BIG DOG!!! - what a fucking surprise….
охуе́нный - really fucking good
я тако́е охуе́нное пла́тье вчера́ купи́ла. i bought such a nice fucking dress yesterday
охуи́тельный - same as above
хуёвый - really bad
хуёвый у тебя́ компью́тер - виснет постоянно your computer is shit - it’s always lagging
[someone] ху́ев - said to/about someone who’s supposed/told to know how to do something or to have certain knowledge about something, but failed, and you’re judging them for “showing off” but not actually knowing what they’re doing or not doing this to the promised extent
по́вар ху́ев, ты мне что́-нибудь кро́ме карто́шки жа́реной бу́дешь гото́вить? hey “chef”, will you cook anything except friend potatoes for me?
хуй зна́ет что - something unpleasant, bad, poorly made, something that you don’t understand
снача́ла она́ ра́довалась, а тепе́рь переста́ла со мной обща́ться. хуй зна́ет что присхо́дит! she was happy at first, but then stopped talking to me at all. what is this nonsese that’s happening!
хуй с ним - fuck it (exclamation)
хуй тебе́ - said to someone when you don’t want to do something for them or give them something they ask
почи́нишь по́лку? хуй тебе́, сама́ чини́ will you fix the shelf? fuck no, do it yourself
похуи́зм - the state or trait of not caring about anything (usually positive connotation)
тебе́ для сча́стья не хвата́ет немно́го похуи́зма to be happy you need to care a bit less
похуи́ст - a person who doesn’t care too much (usually positive connotation)
како́го ху́я - what the fuck?! ху́ли/ху́ле - same as above, but usually used in full questions, whereas the above can be used on its own
оди́н хуй - it doesn’t matter, it makes no difference
я и во́ду пил, и дыха́ние заде́рживал - оди́н хуй ика́ю i drank water and held my breath - and i still get hiccups
хуета́/хуита́/хуйня́ - (1) something unpleasant or hard to understand (2) a thing you and the person you’re talking to know about
(1) что за хуйню́ ты тут написа́л? я да́же не понима́ю, что ты име́л в виду́ what the fuck have you written? i don’t even understand what you were trying to say (2) пода́й мне э́ту хуйню́ с ру́чкой give me that thing with a handle
хуёвина - same as (2) above
страда́ть хуйнёй - to do nothing productive, to do something which seems really useless
ле́том мне надое́ло страда́ть хуйнёй, и я реши́л нача́ть учи́ть но́вый язы́к in the summer i got tired of doing nothing and decided to start learning a new language
спор́оть хуйню́ - to say something dumb or something which doesn’t make sense (incoherent, etc)
вчера́ напи́лся и споро́л каку́ю-то хуйню́, а тепе́рь она́ ду́мает, что она́ мне нра́вится i drank too much yesterday and said something dumb, and now she thinks i like her
хуйло́/хуесо́с - an unpleasant/dumb person whose behaviour is questionable
ну ты и хуесо́с! ты заче́м мою́ соба́ку побри́л? you’re a moron! why did you shave my dog?
хуя́к - denotes a sudden, quick and/or unexpected action
ката́юсь я, а пото́м хуя́к на лёд! so i’m skating, and then bam - i fell on the ice!
хуя́се! / (ну) нихуя́ себе́! / нихуя́! / хуя́! - an exclamation of surprise (you’re impressed)
So, I’m getting ready to start my new job (5AM-1PM) and I tying to get back to a more natural morning routine. Went to the gym when the boyfriend woke up for work…my brain didn’t really wake up until about an hour in when I realized I had been on the treadmill like a zombie having a goddamn heart attack (ps don’t drink preworkout when you’re barely awake). That being said, I’ve read a bunch of studies that scientifically prove that morning workouts get you motivated for the whole day and that is what I’m trying to achieve. Every time I used to stay still for more than five minutes I would fall asleep. Now, I’m pumped as fuck. I like this…just don’t like waking up as the ass crack of dawn.
More to come ❤️
- Sometime in the distant, peaceful future… Various members of the cadre are having breakfast in Perranth - Lorcan sneaks up on Elide and squeezes her ass in the kitchen, and Elide swats his hand away playfully with a bread loaf - Food falls out of Fenrys’s mouth as he gapes in disbelief - Rowan is restraining the urge to laugh and reminds himself to tell Aelin later - Gavriel exchanges an amused look with Rowan - Lorcan walks into the dining room, where the rest of the cadre are trying to look preoccupied with something - Gavriel is staring intensely at the window drapes for gods sakes - Fenrys is burning a hole with his eyes into the muffin he’s holding - Rowan is pretending to drink some orange juice - “Got something to say?” Lorcan asks, that lethal quiet edging his tone - “No-pe.” Fenrys replies, popping the “p” - Rowan gives Lorcan a slightly smug look. “You always did love hands-on learning best.” - Gavriel can’t help but crack a smile - Lorcan snarls, “Let’s take this outside, Whitethorn.” - Rowan grins. “I did need to get some morning exercise in.” - Lorcan doing Lorcan things, probably snarling and snapping his teeth some more. having a mate is hard! - Elide’s obviously eavesdropping, and she rolls her eyes as the Fae males wrestle in the dirt outside
“What a nice morning for exercising!” said Sportacus. He bounced out of bed and went by his daily routine of stretching and eating fruit. Suddenly he heard an unfamiliar voice. “Who’s there? And what are you doing in my airship!” He shouted at the stranger.
Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Cassandra Robbins (mentioned), Unnamed agents, unnamed cops
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader
Warnings: character death(s) mentioned, Dean being as ass, implied smut, actual smut (just a tiny bit - shower sex), lots of fluff, guns and suspense and all the usual for this series.
Word Count: 5500ish
A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.
This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)
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You could definitely get used to this. You couldn’t remember the last time you had woken up this happy, certainly not in the arms of someone else. Dean was still sound asleep when you tilted your head slightly looking up at him. You smiled, resting your chin on his chest. Content to just feel his arms wrapped around your body and his steady heartbeat under your hand. He looked so peaceful and blissful in this moment. There was no trace of the angry man you had met only a few days ago. You couldn’t help but wonder how he had looked sleeping the day before you had met, and how much you had to do with the serene look on his face.
You quietly leaned over, pressing your lips against his cheek, careful not to wake him, before gently removing his arm from your body, so you could roll out of bed and get dressed. You had barely gotten your yoga pants on before Dean’s morning gruff voice sounded behind you.
You turned around to look over your shoulder after quickly pulling on your top to see Dean push himself up onto his elbow, turning to face you. His hair was ruffled from sleep, or maybe from your hands last night, either way he looked adorable, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips when he sleepily ran his hand across his face.