Suggested: Highkey need a Jaehyun
scenario where he is a cold, ruthless and flawless assassin and runs into oc in
some hilarious way and she refuses to believe he’s dangerous much to his
dismay. I just need a super bad jae who goes from cold to annoyed to cute.
A/N: This should be a
drama [there prolly is one like this already]. I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure how to go with this?? It’s one of those plots that need a lot of time and development, but-
Word Count: 1,185
You smiled at the sight
of the young girls teasing each other as they folded their clothes across the
The scent of lavender tickled your senses, making you scrunch your nose. The
warm tones of the setting sun splashed over the shops tiles and walls.
You gaze darted back to the novel you held, deeply engrossed. Your ears perked
as you heard the distant chime of the bell, signaling the earlier customers had
left. The silence granted you tranquility, allowing you to escape into the
enthralling novel once again.
Several hours passed,
the silent clock ticking with each passing moment. It was nearly time to close.
The bell clamored noisily, quick steps making their way toward you.
know what you’re agreeing to,” Yoongi mumbled, draped in the arm chair, head
resting on hand, “You’ll change your mind- you’ll find somebody better, but it’ll
be too late to go back.”
“I won’t.” You whispered, sitting
still like stone on the couch. Your balled fist sat rigidly in your lap as you
looked down. The only good thing about being an omega is that there are very few
of them and that meant they usually got their pick of the alphas- since they
were the most desirable. And Yoongi did desire her.
He wanted you more than anything in
the world- but he knew he had nothing to offer you. He had a poor, ramshackle
of a home. A low-paying job doing menial labor. He couldn’t even give you a
proper wedding ceremony for their mating. The only thing he could give you is
his love and protection.
The image of you having to live such
a poor life made his heart ache.
“You’re an idiot then.” He spat out, not looking at you. he
struggled to ignore your intoxicating scent which was quickly filling the room.
His eyebrows furrowed. Your scent was much stronger than normal. That only
He shot up out of his chair as you
looked up at him, eyes have lidded and cheeks tinted pink. You knew he didn’t
think he was good enough for you, so you ignored his comment. What you couldn’t
ignore, however, was how much your clothes were becoming a hinderance to you.
“Yoongi…” You breathed out, leaning
forward slightly in your seat, the heat in the pit of your stomach spreading
fast, “I choose you, bite me.”
He growled. Yoongi tried to hold his
breath as he backed up against the wall. Your
heat. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and his body itched to
get closer to you. Of course, he
thought, she knows I can’t resist.
You held out your hand, “Please?”
“(Y/N), don’t give me that face, I might not be able to hold back.” He groaned,
starting to feel hot himself. You smiled languidly at him. Getting up from the
sofa and slowly approaching, his body going rigidly still, eyes closed.
“Then don’t hold back.” You put a
hand to his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, “I want you as my mate, Yoongi.”
With that Yoongi let go of his self-control.
But he never let go of you. He snatched you up into his arms, spinning around
to pin you up on the wall, his mouth already attacking your bare neck. You moaned
wildly and gasped when you felt his teeth graze your burning skin. Hearing you,
he froze and pulled away, cursing.
“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” He asked worriedly, breathing
hard. You shook your head no.
“(Y/N),” he said, his breath deep
and trembling, “do you really want this?”
You took hold of his hair, “Yes, I want
A second letter you screamed out in pleasure
as his teeth sunk themselves into you, forever marking you as his.
i can’t believe i’d ever dare to do this but i’ve been tagged in this “stick your selca beside your bias’, who is apparently sculpted by the gods themselves, selca” by @jinmini and normally i don’t think i’d ever do this but several users have tagged me as well (i have shitty memory so i can’t remember who did but i do remember @bwink tagging me in this self picture thingy) and now i feel bad and- i digress…
anyway, pointless speech said and done, i miss you all and i miss my boys and i can’t believe i’m seeing them in a month so
i’m tagging: @daegucrew @apgujeon @bwipsul (because i really really miss talking to you guys) and @joonjuly @jeonsshi @yoonseok @cyyphr (because i wanted to see you beautiful people gracing my dashboard with your beautiful existence) and to everyone who’s willing to do this! tag me as someone who tagged you because I would love to see you all ♥
Hey doll! I loved your newest fic, it was super good, even though it was sad. Do you think you’d be able to write one of the boys (your choice) x fem reader, where she has lots of tattoos but they don’t know and they see one day and are really shocked. Sorry if it’s too specific, I just loooove your writing too much :)
Summary: GenderNeutral!Reader has a few tats they’re hiding.
A/N: Hello all, super long gap between fics again, I know, I’m sorry, I’m the worst :( I don’t really have an excuse except that I was kinda busy (I had a speech to write, a presentation to give, and a midterm all in the same week rip) and I had 0 inspiration :( sorry y’all bt I’m here now with hopefully 2 new fics tonight! Hope you guys enjoy these :D
Wordcount: 1069, I tried making this longer but I couldn’t rip
“You are immature, childish, and care for no one but yourself! I don’t know how I’ve dealt with you for so long, your a wreak of a person. Good luck finding someone to deal with your crazy ass!” Your boyfriend screams as he shoved his suitcase into his truck.
“Please, Don’t leave me! I can change! Please just give me one more chance.” You begged him. Your face was covered in tears and running mascara. Your eyes burned from crying so much and it paired with a raw throat.
You grabbed his arm but he yanked it away. He turned to you with a glare. “I’m going to stay with friends. I’ll be back in a week, Be gone when I get back, understand?”
“Y-yes. I do.”
“Good.” He said. He god in his car and slammed the door. He turned it on and sped away. You watched the truck disappear down the road and it only made you sob harder. He was your everything and you ruined it by just being you.
It’d been three days since your, now ex, boyfriend left to his friends house to escape from you. You called a friend of yours who was selling her home and made a deal with her and her soon to be husband. You were surprised they agreed on such short notice but you weren’t complaining.
You were going to be at at your ex’s for one more night to make sure you had everything you owned packed and ready to go. It sucked, but there was nothing you could do about it. He wouldn’t answer your texts or calls. It drove you insane knowing he looked at his phone but straight up ignored it as long as it came from your number.
You gave up and decided to text your friend instead to ask about the house a bit more. All you knew was it was a two bedroom, 2 and a half bath place with a decent sized kitchen. You didn’t understand why they would want to leave that place. It sounded like the perfect home for a soon to be married couple that planned on a baby.
‘Hey (Y/n)! What’s up?’
‘You got everything out of the house right?’
‘Yes we did. There is one thing there but its a present for you.’
“Oh. You didn’t have to do that. But anyways I’ll be moving my stuff in tomorrow so I just wanted to make sure it was clear.’
‘It’s the least I could do for my long time friend.’
You changed out of your clothes into pajamas and crawled into the covers on your chair. It was the only furniture you owned in the house and the only thing you’d be taking to the new place besides a mattress. You felt your chest tighten when you tried to hold back the tears that tried to escape. You knew you would be crying yourself asleep again tonight.
You had all of your things packed into a moving truck. The man driving it was super nice and agreed to take you to the place since you didn’t have a car. He told you he’d help get everything out of the back but that’s the most he could do because he was scheduled to help out another person move. You thanked him for even doing that.
He brought you to the place and got some stuff out from the back into the yard. You were thankful it hadn’t rained the night before. You began moving everything in but stopped dead in your tracks when a boy stood in the center of your living room. He just stood smiling at you, not a creepy smile but a welcome home kind of smile, but given the circumstances it did creep you out a little bit.
You took a surprised step back and looked at him with confusion. He just kept smiling like what he said was normal. “Uh no. No you are not.”
“Let me explain it to you. I am Moon Jongup. I was made just for you to be your boyfriend. I have been told that a friend of yours was the one who did it instead of you.”
“Made for me? You kidding me right?”
“No. You can even call your..Friend it was? And ask them!” He was practically pleading you and it was kinda sad. You caved and called her.
“Yeah at first I thought it was a bunch of bull too but then he showed up and well… that.”
You hung up and looked at him in disbelief. He forced a smile at you and twirled his thumbs. You sighed and looked at the ground. “I’m sorry Jongup, I’m not ready for another boyfriend. I just got out of a relationship and need time. Please understand that.”
“I do, but I am not leaving. I will stay with you as a friend until you are ready. And when you are I will make sure you never get hurt again.”
You smiled at him and felt a tear go down your face. You could stop the river that came down your cheeks. You let out a surprised gasp when Jongup came up and hugged you. “It’s okay (Y/n), Don’t cry I’m here for you.”
You knew you weren’t ready but this assured you, that when you were, he was going to be exactly what you needed and wanted. You barley knew him and already he felt like home.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader.
Summary: Dean and his sister go look for Sam at Stanford
Word Count: 759
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: your nickname
You woke up to the sounds of footsteps, immediately you tensed up and calmly grabbed the small pocketknife you hid under your pillow while you slept. You sat up and turned on the light as you raised your small knife and relaxed the second you realized it was Dean.
“Dean what are you doing?” you whispered even though there wasn’t anyone else in the room that you could wake up.
“Nothing, go back to sleep.” He answered back as he looked in the rooms drawers for something.
“Yeah, right. What are you doing?” You knew your brother was up to something, you knew him like the back of your hand.
“Look, I’m going to find Sam. Now go to sleep I’ll be back in the morning.” he said hesitantly and got up from where he was looking. “Hey do you know where my phone is?”
“If I tell you will you let me come with you?”
“Then I don’t know where your phone is either.” You said crossing your arms a smirk making its way to your face.
There were definite perks of being a member of the Seasonelle team, one of which included you lounging on a beach in Hawaii on your day off. You and the rest of the team were to meet with famous surfers for interviews, which would start tomorrow. For the day, however, you had time to do what you wanted. You had explored as much as you could with the guys, so you were looking forward to some down time on the stretch of beach just outside your rooms, which lined the back of the hotel. It was pretty private, so you had no qualms about sunbathing nude.
You dropped the bottoms of your tiny bikini on the towel next to you, coverage at the ready in case someone should come by. It was quiet, and you were positive you could hear anyone approaching. Which is why it was so shocking when strong hands wrenched you up off your lounger with no warning. The sun was just warming up your skin when it happened, and you barely had time to open your eyes before your toes were digging into the hot sand, being dragged back towards the private cabana that each of your rooms had. It was on the small side with four wooden posts, white sheets draped around it to form four “walls.” It was sparse, a changing/relaxation area between your rooms and the beach, and in the middle sat a raised mattress littered with pillows.
You looked down to see not only your towel wrapped around your front, but the pieces of your bathing suit gripped in whoever’s fingers were holding your coverage. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You knew that voice anywhere, low and growling in your ear. "I’m getting a tan, Minato. What are you doing?” You stopped walking, and you finally turned to face him. He was before you in nothing but a pair of blue board shorts, red-faced, forehead sweaty. He was also seething with anger. “You can’t just lay out here naked,” he hissed. “Someone could see you. And then I’d have to beat the shit out of the stupid idiot for even laying their eyes on you!” You shook your head and offered him a smile. Minato was forever looking out for you and…well…he was possessive.
"What’s the point of tanning naked, anyway?” he shot at you. He took your arm back up in his grip and continued your walk to the cabana, pressing the towel towards you so you’d hold it to your front on your own. One of the sheets whipped to the side by his hand as he held it open to give you entrance. Once you passed him he tossed your bikini onto the bed, then stood with his hands on his hips waiting for your answer. You just shrugged your shoulders and said to him, “I don’t like tan lines.” He let out a sound of disbelief and shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with tan lines. Now get that damn bikini back on.” You tilted your head and pursed your lips, then shook your head no slowly. You reached backward and swiped the suit off the mattress onto the wooden floor. “I like having no tan lines. I’m keeping it off.” You told him. “Like hell! You need some coverage!” he growled.
You giggled and slowly extended the hand holding the towel outwards, away from your body. His eyes went wide and his hand unconsciously started traveling towards his crotch when he realized what you were doing. You dropped the material, making a quiet, “Oh!” sound as it hit the ground, mouth hanging in an “o” in feigned surprise. It shifted into a smirk, and you said, “Well, cover me then.” His eyes scanned your naked form unabashedly. "You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he replied, voice husky. He took a step forward and licked his lips. You let out an actual sound of surprise, simultaneously shocked and turned on. “Ooh, now she gets it,” he said with a chuckle. “Well?” His eyes met yours. "Well, what?” You asked quietly. You were the one turning red now, under his lascivious gaze. He came to rest in front of you and you could feel his breath on your face. “You know,” he said lowly. “Get on your knees and apologize to your master for being a bad girl today.”
You looked down between the two of you and saw a large swell pushing against his tight shorts. You whimpered without thinking, imagining what it might feel like stretching you out. There was no material to hide the wetness that was forming between your legs, threatening to drip down. His lips skimmed your cheek. His hand roughly came up to cup your face and turn your head to the side. His breath traced your ear lobe lightly before his tongue darted out in the same pattern, ending in a nibble just below it. You let out a shaky breath and reached for his cock over his shorts, rubbing it up and down gently. He sighed when you undid the ties and pushed the material off of him, the whole of it pooling at his feet. When you looked down again his dick was jutting out proudly, long, thick..the tip of it resting on your stomach. You backed up to get a better look and saw pre-cum glistening on your skin.
The first part of his body your own lips met was the crown of his cock as you dropped to your knees before him. You fondled his balls gently, licked circles around the head before sliding your wet mouth around his shaft. He groaned, hips jerking back at you as you deep throated him. “That’s my girl,” he said. You mmmed with him in your mouth, eliciting a gasp. The pads of his fingers traced the back of your neck lightly as you sucked, his moans getting louder with each pass until he couldn’t take any more. "Get up,” he said gruffly. You started to stand, but he shoved you onto your back on the bed, covering the length of your body in an instant. He ground his cock into your inner thigh as he finally kissed you, hands reaching for your nipples, trailing down your stomach, stopping right above your sex.
Minato’s mouth lingered over yours as he spoke. “Not everyone should have the privilege of seeing your beautiful body.” He bowed his head low and bit your nipple with blunt teeth. “These gorgeous tits.” His hand ran around your side to hold your ass. “This fantastic ass.” It made its way back to where it started, and his fingers danced lower, ever closer to your clit. “This pretty pussy.” He parted your folds with two digits, snaking them down to your dripping entrance. They went in easily and you gasped against his touch, picking your hips up. “You want more?” he asked. He was lightly kissing you, pulling your lips up in little bites as he did. You whimpered and nodded yes, and he responded with, “How much more?” You gasped, "All of it!” You squeaked out. "You’re forgetting something…” he smirked. "All of it, Master, please,” You moaned, grabbing his face. “Please give me your cock, I promise I’ll be good.” He continued kissing you, "No more naked tanning?” he asked. You shook your head. "No more putting your gorgeous body on display for the world to see?” he asked between kisses. "No, Minato, only you! Please, just, please….” He curled his fingers and you moaned. "Please what?” He looked down at you. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!” You begged. He kissed you hard one last time before getting up on his knees. "Turn around,” he commanded, and you followed direction.
He pulled your upper body so you were kneeling, too, one of his hands grabbing a breast while his other rubbed at your clit. You let your head roll back onto his shoulder, breathing ragged. If he wasn’t inside you soon you were going to burst. The hand on your chest disappeared and you felt the head of his cock snuggle into your entrance. You sat down the slightest and he stilled you with a hand to your lower back. “Easy,” he whispered. “I want to enjoy this.” You leaned forward on your hands and he leaned back, your pussy descending on his cock in full view. He moaned lowly and said, “You’re so damn tight.” You took in a deep breath as your walls opened for him. “A little more, princess,” he continued, and with a sigh you finally rested your ass on his lap, his dick buried deep.
He pulled out and slammed back in once. “Oooh, shit, Minato!” You cried out, your words only egging him on. He fucked you furiously, grunting with each thrust, wrapping his hands in your hair as your body jolted back and forth. “Gonna come!” You spat out, tension building in your core. He reached around and strummed your clit, the sensation sending you past the breaking point. You came with his encouragement, his whisperings of, “Come for me, there you go, let me feel how wet you are, how much you love this dick.” You pulled away from him and turned, pouncing and knocking him to his back. Your hands pressed down on his chest as you aligned yourself with his cock and sunk low, needing to feel him deep inside again. You held him against the mattress as you bounced, selfishly working towards another orgasm. He didn’t mind one bit. "Yeah, fuckin’ ride it,” he said before letting out a guttural cry. “Shit, you feel so good!” You reached down and toyed with yourself, your body convulsing over him as you came again. You watched his eyes roll up before he squeezed them shut and cried out, “Ah, fuck!” His grip on your hips tightened as he emptied himself inside of you.
You crawled off him and scooped up your bikini, sliding it on your body. There wasn’t much to it to begin with: bright yellow, small triangles covering each breast and your mound. He sat up, looking dazed, eyes turned to you. You pivoted slowly, and when you faced him again you asked innocently, “Is this better?”
Request- “Hi! Could you write #101 with Hercules please? Loved your last Thomas Jefferson one!”
“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”
“If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna scream!” You were walking down the street when you saw what looked like I fight breaking out. You hurried over to where a small crowd was gathering. As you got closer you realized it wasn’t really a fight, more of heated debate. A very heated debate.
You stepped into the thick of the crowd. You stood next a large men with cloth around his head.
“What is this about?” you whispered to him.
“It’s…” he turned toward you with his mouth stuck open, staring. You began to feel awkward.
“Uh..hello?” you said quietly. A tall man with a bushy ponytail turned to you.
“Sorry for my friend, madame. Zat is our friend, Alexander. Very passionate man. Zey are fighting about impending revolution.” The Frenchman said. You nodded and smiled at him gratefully. You both turned your attention back to the action, but you could feel the eyes of the man next you roaming over your body.
“Damn…” You heard him whisper.
“Are you done gawking yet?” You asked slightly annoyed.
“I’m sorry it’s just…you’re so cute it’s distracting.” You looked at him and he was smirking.
“I’m in a relationship.” You lied. You hadn’t reciprocated interest in a man for almost a year.
“Let’s talk about how to get you out of that.” he said. You rolled your eyes and fought back a bit of a smile. Pick up lines could be gross and annoying, but you were a sucker for a guy with confidence.
“I mean I’m just saying, I might not go down in history, but I’ll go down on you.” He winked at you.
“Oh my god.” you groaned and averted your eyes. You saw his tall French friend put his hand to his face in shame. Before you knew it a man in a beard and ponytail was walking toward you with determination.
“I can’t believe this!” he shouted. “People like this actually exist? Do they not understand what the dumb fucking island is doing to us?”
“Calm down, Alexander. You too, Laurens.” said the Frenchman to the two man standing there. People were starting to leave so you turned to go as well.
“You agree right? Miss?” I man with light skin and freckles said to you.
“I..what?” you said.
“Great Britain is being ridiculous!” Said the man who was debating before.
“We shouldn’t even be considered part of their country anymore! Where do they get off thinking they can tax and invade us like this?” said the freckled man. “I’m John Laurens by the way. And this is Alexander Hamilton, Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan.” he said gesturing to everyone.
“Oh..we’ve met.” You shot a look to the man who was apparently Hercules.
John and Alexander “ooooh” while the Frenchman, Lafayette, said “Ouch.”
“Damn you’re feisty! I like you! What’s your name?” said Alexander.
“Umm thanks? I’m Y/N L/N.” you laughed a little. Hercules looked pissed, which made it harder not to laugh.
“You should come out drinking with us!” John exclaimed suddenly.
“Oh, I am sure Hercules would love zat!” joked Lafayette. John and Alexander lost it and Hercules looked murderous.
“Sure!” you said.
“Wait really?” Hercules questioned.
“Yeah, why not?” You gave him a similar look of confusion.
“Let’s go!” Lafayette yelled. You walked down the street with your new friends until you got to the bar. You felt a little awkward at first, but they were really funny nice guys, and they were making a lot of jokes at Hercules expense, who turned out not to be as much of an annoying flirt as you thought.
It wasn’t until after you all had a few drinks in you that you started to really let you guard down, and once you did, you actually started having the most fun you’d had in a while. You weren’t acting very lady like anymore. but the boys seemed to like you better that way.
You were deep in a game of never have I ever when Alex said the worst thing he could’ve at that time.
“Never have I ever gotten married!” he looked pointedly at Lafayette and Laurens who both put fingers down. You tentatively put a finger down as well.
“You’re married!?” John yelled.
“Yeah, she said she was in a relationship.” Hercules grumbled.
“I was married,” you explained, “And I lied about being in a relationship.” You looked at Hercules whose eyes got wide.
“So what happened?” Lafayette asked.
“Well, we were married for about a year when he cheated on me so I left.” you shrugged.
“Wow.” Alex said.
“You don’t deserve that, Y/N…” Hercules said next to you.
“Thanks…. anyway it’s in the past now!” You waved a hand in the air as if pushing the subject away. “He still shows up at my house a few times a week, but I can usually get him to leave.”
“Well, if you ever need someone to take care of him for you…” John cracked his knuckles.
“Thanks.” you laughed. Normal conversation resumed, you quickly forgot about your ex-husband.
After a few more hours the guys offered to walk you to your house. You stood by Hercules most of the way. You still weren’t sure if you were actually interested or not, but it was always nice to practice flirting.
When you arrived to your front step, however, you greeted with an unwelcome surprise.
“Shit!” you whispered.
“Is that you husband?” Alex asked.
“Yeah…” you sighed,” Wait here. I’ve got this.”
“Y/N are you sure?” Hercules asked.
“It’s fine, this happens all the time.” You walked up the path to your front door and noticed that the boys weren’t standing the far away. You ex-husband was trying to pry the door open.
“Michael. Michael!” he turned around to look at you finally. “You need to leave.” you said calmly.
“Oh my god, Y/N. I’ve been waiting to see you for so long!” He put his hand on your shoulder and you pushed it off. “Y/N…please come back home.”
“I am home.” You said simply.
“Come back to me! I miss you so much, and I’m so sorry.” Michael pleaded. His eyes shifted from yours to behind you, and you heard footsteps approaching.
“Really, Y/N? This is how you repay for everything I’ve done for you? You’re not just out with one other man, but four?! And I though I was the whore in this marr-” Michael never got to finish he sentence because Hercules punched him square in the jaw.
“Don’t you ever call such a respectable women something like that ever again.” Hercules was seething.
“Who the fuck are you?” Michael spat from the ground, cupping the side of his face.
“I suggest you leave before you find out.” Hercules said. Michael got up from the ground and left in a fury.
“And stay away, asshat!” John yelled at him. Hercules turned to you and flexed his hand. You stared at him with a mixture of shock and adoration. No one had ever defended your honor before.
“Damn Y/N, if you don’t stop giving me that look I might not be able to hold back.” he said a smile.
You looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Then why are you holding back?” You said with a smile. Hercules eyes widened and his wasted no time grabbing your face and kissing you. You heard the guys hollering behind the two of you, but you ignored it. You kissed him back and started to feel like you could barely stand. Hercules pulled away and you both smiled.
“You never know… he might come back. Maybe I just stay the night.” Hercules said.
“Nice try, but I think I’ll be fine.”
“It was worth a shot.” he mumbled while you unlocked your door.
“I’ll see you soon Hercules.” you told him.
“God I hope so.” he winked at you before you shut the front door of your house. You stepped inside your sitting room feeling lighter than you had in a long, long time.