"ours." (teaser)

pairing : enha hyung line x sub! fem! reader.

genre : smut, fluff. (marking, slight corruption, daddy kink, sir kink, excessive use of pet names, dom! enha hyung line.)

release date : tbd.

taglist : closed.

warnings : will include smut, possessive themes, multiple members x reader, more warning will be added soon.

synopsis : they had always been protective of you. for as long as you could remember, your four best friends had been by your side through everything. your first period, your first kiss, your first school dance. you'd never thought of them as more than friends, but when their hands linger on your waist longer than they're supposed to, and when they start chasing off every single person who seems interested in you, what do you do?

"you're ours now, sweetheart."

a/n : omg okay so I've been waiting to write this for such a long time now, and I just haven't had the time. this might just be my first series, if I decide to turn it into one, but the thought of being theirs? I cannot sjhdjshshs, this will be a sort of poly! hyung line x reader fic, and the reader will be a sub, because that's just what I feel like I'd be most comfortable writing about, making the reader a dom is just... not in my forte ajsbsjbsjs.

this will be very sweet and fluffy at times, and also have some very filthy smut, and will probably come out some time in the next two weeks or so! I hope you enjoy <333

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i was twelve when

i first cried in the dressing room

a hideous tonic of discovery that

burned my throat like blood.

i think i died right there;

my mother banging on the

door, asking me to come out

so she could see.

the velvet curtain like a pall

to my little twelve year

old body.

i was suddenly drowning

in my too tight clothes,

drowning in the dressing room.

i walked out with tear stained cheeks

seeing another girl waiting to

try her clothes on,

like watching your hospital bed

being packed up while

the next patient waits in

the emergency room,

just as you had a week

before.

i never apologized to

myself,

and being in the dressing room

never got easier.

a case with a basket

that didn't quite fit.

happier

title happier pairing park jisung x gender neutral!reader summary you know you’re being selfish— but you hope she doesn’t make jisung as happy as you did. warnings angst, post break up word count 1,412 author’s note jisung is not an asshole in this dw i could never see him like that LMAO. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! “Jisung has a girlfriend,” Jaemin fumbles with a stray string from his cardigan, looking at you from the corner of his eyes to gauge your reaction. You pause mid-bite, grip around your fork tightening before you relaxed your expression, slowly nodding. “Her name’s Minji.” “Good for him,” you mumble through a mouthful of food as your foot starts tapping on the tile. Minji as in Lee Minji? The girl in his dance class? You hope your eyes don’t tell Jaemin anything, the last thing you wanted to talk about right now was your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. You press your lips together, no longer feeling hungry and set your fork down, “Do you want the rest of my food?” When he shakes his head, you sigh and nod, closing the box up so you can eat it later. Jaemin opens his mouth before closing it as the two of you notice your friends walking over to the lunch table and stands up, “Alright, I’m going to sit with the guys, then …”

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The Owl And The Moon | NJM

PAIRING: Na Jaemin x Reader

SUMMARY: You’re stuck living a life that you don’t want, but when the boy with the owl tattoo catches your gaze from across the parking lot, you feel like you finally have the chance to be free.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst, bad boy!Jaemin, high school!AU.

WARNINGS: sexual content, loss of virginity, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, motorcycle sex (I don’t know how I did it but I did it), unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of abuse in the past, swearing.

WORD COUNT: 7.5k

A/N: This one was requested by the wonderful @hoeforau​​ , who also created the header for this story. It was a real pleasure to write this one and your ideas have been nothing short of amazing! The original plan was to made it a lot more blunt and smutty, but I ended up changing the trope a bit to show a more comfortable side to it. Thank you for all your help and love you lots! <3

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Curiosity.

It’s a fickle thing, truly. It makes you laugh when you think about how many people have tried to use “curiosity killed the cat” as a poetic statement to prove a point when most of them don’t even know the ending to the saying. Curiosity is when you’re sitting next to a stranger on the bus and you see them typing away frantically on their phone, so you sneak a little peek at the screen even though you know it’s not polite. Curiosity is waiting for everyone else to be asleep before you go downstairs and figure out what your parents have been hiding this whole time, thinking that you’re oblivious to their actions. It’s that little itch in the back of your mind, the little voice in your head that tells you that you’re not satisfied and you need to know more.

Curiosity is what leads you to look over across the parking lot to where all the bikes and motorcycles are parked, their shiny handles glinting in the sun, their riders leaning against the seats as they chat amongst themselves, cigarettes in hand as they make sure to smoke off of school property. You notice the emblems on their jackets - the serpents that wrap around roses, intricate lines that symbolize their brotherhood. It’s a world that you know nothing of, a lifestyle that is rumoured to come from the bad side of town.

Curiosity is what makes you stare at the one person off to the side, his black hair swept back and jacket tossed over the seat of the motorcycle. Ink upon ink covers his arms, the swirling lines becoming one with his skin. He reaches into the back pocket of his dark jeans, taking out a cigarette box and a lighter, the stick already between his teeth. You watch as he lifts the lighter up to his mouth, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he tilts his head back and exhales. The action, so simple yet entrancing, is what makes you stop in your tracks, your own car forgotten as you do nothing but stare, the breath caught in your lungs.

That’s the first time you lay eyes on the boy with the owl tattoo and judging by the way he looks at you, it’s his first time as well.

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Ties That Bind 17/32

Pairing: MC!Bucky Barnes x Clint’s Twin Sister!Reader

Warning: Oh  theeeeee language, sass, banter, violence, sexual puns, loss, abuse   mentioned, possessive male characters, criminal activity, defiant   females.

At the age of six, Bucky gave me a valentine’s day card, with a sloppy heart and BB scribbled inside.

At ten, he gave me a kiss on the cheek after wailing on Clint for pulling my hair.

At twelve, he pissed me off, staking claim on me in front of the others.

At fifteen, we had our first break up.

At eighteen, we graduated high school and got married.

At twenty one, everything changed.

Two years later, he’s dragging me home… to face the table and all I ran out on.

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