continuous motion

local psych and writing major with bad grammar here to tell you about subtle body language shit people do when they’re talking to help out with writing interactions:

  • note that people who are high self monitors will notice these behaviors more often and can adapt to different conversations more than those who are low self monitors, who may not realize that they are reacting inappropriately in a situation.
  • second note that we only remember a fraction of dialogue and conversation, what sticks in our mind is how a person made us feel during the conversation
  • women, parents, good teachers, and actors are more sensitive to gestures and expressions and noticing subconscious behaviors in others.  
  • please note that some of this may not apply to everyone, keep in mind where these social situations could change for your neurodivergent, mentally ill, and disabled characters

under the cut, i go through non-verbal interaction, gestures, personal space, and eye contact

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Tell Me, How Do You Like It? (m)

Summary: All Yoongi wants is for you to tell him exactly how you like it. He is more than willing to deliver. 
Genre: Smut, PWP and a tad hint of fluff at the end
Warnings: orgasm denial, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex and a dash of spanking
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,250

Originally posted by hidden--demons

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Be Quiet

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Yoongi (Suga)

Rating: NC-17 (warning: light choking) 

Word Count: 1,746

Summary:  You and Yoongi have been fighting. Days of passive aggression and pointed comments - all of which come to a head during the rather timely dinner party you’re throwing for your friends. 

“You have to be quiet,” he smiles, gaze finding yours in the mirror.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.

It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

/attempts to cheer you up by throwing space marines in your general direction? (sorry it’s dumb. ilu)

Oh man, let it be known that heartbleats is wonderful (common knowledge) and a treasure to the world (also common knowledge) and this is SO GREAT.

I’ve been laughing for 5 minutes straight. My eyes are tearing up.

It is amazing. This is amazing.



Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Trigger Warning: smut af

Word Count: 1711

A/N lol I was so stressed about my exams I went and cried in my bed. then wrote some smut. That’s how you deal with school problems 

Also sorry it literally took me 9 years to write this


A groan escaped Baekhyun’s lips as he lowered himself into the sofa chair opposite you. You looked up from your phone that sat between your fingers. 

“You alright there?” He landed stiffly in the chair, sighing again once the cushion seemed to wrap around him. 

“I’m so sore…” he grumbled. “We practised endlessly today.”

“Oh dear. They really do work you hard, don’t they?” You mused. Baekhyun shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes crinkling and brows furrowing as he winced at the pain. 

“Ahh, it’s my back.” He looked up at you, his eyes drooping in self sympathy. 

“Do we have any pain killers or something?” you asked, standing up from your seat. “I’ll go and look.” You began to turn away but Baekhyun stopped you. 

“Wait. Maybe you could… possibly…” he began. 


"Give me a massage?” His eyes shone pleadingly and you couldn’t help but agree. 

“Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then." 

After taking a good couple of minutes for Baekhyun to heave himself out of the couch, he lay down on his front, his chest sinking into the mattress of the double bed.

"Be gentle,” he said, his voice cracking. You chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, I will.” You couldn’t help but smile at his innocence, positioning yourself adjacent to him. You kneeled on the bed next to him, stretching out your knuckles and testing your hands’ flexibility. You placed your hands on the cotton of his t-shirt, gently rubbing circles towards the top of his back. Almost instantly, Baekhyun let out a content sigh. You gradually moved further down his back, continuing the same gentle motion. 

You caught glances at his face, tipped on its side. His eyes were shut, often squeezing together in satisfaction.  

“Jagiii…” he mumbled, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up to expose his skin. You couldn’t help but feel distracted by his voice, his sensual sounds igniting something in the pit of your stomach. You tried to ignore it, assuming he was too tense for what you had in mind. 

He stayed in the same position; you presumed he’d wanted the contact of your hands against his skin. He let out a hiss as your fingers pressed into his back. “Your hands are cold,” he stated. 

“Sorry." You worked your hands over his flexing muscles, pleasing Baekhyun with each movement.

As you continued massaging him, he continued to produce unforgivable moans and groans that you tried desperately to distract yourself from. His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he were concentrating on something. While you were examining his features, he suddenly turned in your grasp, rolling into his back. His eyes gazed up at you, any sense of tranquillity disappearing as a dangerous and cheeky glint seemed to replace them. He half smiled, a cocky grin playing on his lips. 

"Why don’t we do something we can both get pleasure from?” You mirrored his devilish smile. Taking that as a yes, his arms snaked round your waist as he pulled you atop him. Your lips connected and your long forgotten massage turned into a fiery kiss full of passion and want. 

Baekhyun took control and rolled you both over, so your back was lying pressed against the mattress while he held himself above you.

This time, moans escaped your lips as his hands roamed over your body. At your voice, you felt his crotch harden against you. His fingers crept up your t-shirt, cupping your bra. He smiled and gently pulled it upwards, revealing you only in your bra. His hard stomach pressed against yours as he dipped downwards and connected your lips together again. Both his hands found their way behind your back and unclasped your bra, exposing your chest completely.

His lips moved from yours to wander against your cheek, then your jawline and your neck. All the while, his hands were working at ridding your body from your remaining clothes.

“You feeling better now then?” you murmured, soon followed by a gasp into his hair. He was still sucking at your neck, leaving beautiful marks that claimed you as his own. He held his body up with his hands planted heavily either side of you, locking you into his own personal prison.

“Much better,” he breathed against your neck. You arched your back into his body as one hand came to circle your core. His finger coiled around your clit before entering it inside you. You shivered and pressed your hands into his back, feeling your nails indent small curves into his smooth skin. You melted into his touch, your eyes rolling back and your eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.

Baekhyun’s lips finished sucking your skin and he began gently nibbling on it. You shuddered in response. You began to feel a line of sweat glistening on your forehead as Baekhyun’s arm movements seemed to go quicker and quicker – now two fingers buried inside you. You moaned and whined out breathlessly, repeating his name like a chant.

You could feel his grin against your skin. His teeth grazed across your collarbones as he cockily smiled at the reaction he’d caught from you. You threw your head back as you were dissolved in pleasure – your first orgasm fast approaching. “Baek… Stop…” you gasped. “I want to cum with you-“ you attempted to stop him, you’d wanted to share your orgasm with him. But he ignored your efforts, his right hand coming to lay gently across your lips.

You moaned into his hand as your high suddenly shook through you – a bold of electricity shattering through your veins. Your heart beat incredibly fast while time seemed to slow down around you. You cried out Baekhyun’s name, your nails pressing deeply into his skin even further. You wondered if you’d left deep marks behind.

As your orgasm finally died down, you were left lying breathless on the sheet. Baekhyun pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and letting you clean them for him. You gazed at him adoringly, sweat glistening all over your body. Your legs unconsciously crossed themselves, protecting your burning heat from over stimulation.

While regaining your stability, your fingers found their way to Baekhyun’s belt and undid the clasp. You pushed them down his thighs, pulling his boxers down with them. As his rock hard member slapped against his muscular torso, you smiled hungrily, arousal making its appearance once again.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking a finger over the head and running your hand up and down. You started to pull yourself out from underneath Baekhyun, expecting you both to change positions so that you could pleasure him yourself, but his hands flew to your shoulders, his iron grip keeping you in place.

“No, I want you too much. Now,” he stated huskily. Happy to comply, you felt his arms return to your thighs, pulling them apart again. He positioned his hips readily, his cock pressing lewdly against your entrance. He was further away from you now, instead of lying directly atop you he was half kneeling lower down. He looked carefully at you, eyebrows raised in question. It was one of the sexiest things a man could do – you thought – showing they’re asking for consent. You reached forward, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.

With this movement forwards, he entered you. You moaned simultaneously into one another’s mouths, saliva mixing between the two of you. He started slow, thrusting at a consistent pace until quickly he began to charge into you. His hips moved so suddenly against you that neither of you could commit or concentrate on kissing, your lips just lying parted against each other. They both sung each other’s names.

“Oh my god,” you rasped, his dick brushing against your one spot of pleasure. His eyes clamped tightly shut as he repeatedly hit that same place inside you, your moans only increasing. His skin shone with sweat, drops even occasionally falling onto your skin as he continued to rhythmically slam into you.

His pace was soon so fast it was almost unbearable. At this point, you’d become putty in his hands and you were an item for Baekhyun to fuck. He’d moved his head to bury it in your shoulder, growling against your skin as he pounded into you relentlessly and unforgivingly. One of your hands buried its way into Baekhyun’s hair, holding him closely while his hips rolled against you. You felt his breath against your collarbone, ragged and erratic as you could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was in pain – the movement probably being ten times more intense than the dance moves he’d performed earlier on in the studio.

A pool of fire flickered in your stomach, your second orgasm igniting in your body. Baekhyun’s thrusts never ceased to slow down, although the steadiness began to falter as he had almost caught up with his end. He panted and groaned, almost as if he were annoyed at himself, until he thrust into you with so much force that you ended up coming together – one another’s fluids mixing and combining as one. Stars dotted your vision as your voice was stolen from you; you bathed silently in bliss while he repeated your name over and over as if it were a hymn.

He sighed out in exhaustion and pleasure, jerking and crashing his chest against yours, lying still against you. For a few moments you both lay there, catching your breaths and gasping for air. It took a few minutes for the room to stop spinning and Baekhyun rolled to the side, falling onto the mattress beside you.

You both continued to stare at ceiling above you. Satisfied and spent.

“Well,” Baekhyun began, “that was definitely one way to loosen me up.”

Who’s Going to Teach you?




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“I don’t need help.” You grunted.

“It seems like you do, you’re dying.” Jimin laughed.

You had decided to play overwatch after the

influence of Jungkook and Taehyung. A few nights ago, and the boys had called you over to their apartment to hang out since they knew you weren’t working that day and both of them didn’t have any extra schedules to attend, unlike the other members. Although the whole time you were there you were just observing them rather than them teaching you, but nonetheless you still wanted to try it out. You didn’t know any of the controls/rules whatsoever, but still you just decided to grab a control and start playing.

“Here let me help, Y/N.” Jimin giggled while trying to grab your controller.

You avoided him trying to grab your controller, but continued to keep your eyes glued to the screen. He was right, you were dying, but you weren’t going to give in so easily, especially in front of him.

“Ya~ Oppa will help you. Give it to me.” He laughed.

“No.” You growled as you stood up, making your way behind the sofa to avoid any more distractions.

Jimin rested his head on the back of the couch, so he could see you from the top. He gave a little chuckle before standing up and following you to where you were. He stood behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt your whole body warm up with his presence, and you could smell a soft scent of cologne that surrounded the both of you.

“Let me show you how it’s done.” He whispered into you ear, causing your hairs to rise.

You felt his fingers trail their way to your hands. He rested his chin on your shoulder and guided your fingers on the controller. You bit your bottom lip and gulped.

“Like this.” He whispered with a low voice.

You could feel his breath against your skin, as he whispered hints in your ear. Your focus beginning to shift to him, and no longer paying attention to the game. You had to admit, although the boys and you were great friends, you always had a little crush on Jimin and he knew it. He would purposely walk around shirtless whenever you were around or sit next to you just to see you squirm. He was hot as hell, and he knew exactly what to do to get you turned on.

“Do you get it now?” He asked you.

You nodded your head and tried to escape his embrace, but he had you trapped, both his arm between you. He took note of your action, and began to chuckle.

“You’re so cute, Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks getting flushed with nervousness, hoping he wouldn’t notice you lowered your head. He moved his arms away, and watched you make your way back to the sofa. You shrugged off what he was doing to you before, and continued to play games after the “help” you recieved from him.

“Looks like you weren’t even listening to me.” He chuckled.

“I-I did. I just..maybe I’ll just ask Taehyung for help, since he’s in a higher level and has played longer than you have.” You replied.

All of sudden Jimin was in front of you, blocking the tv. He raised his eyebrows and his mouth curved into a smile.

“Taehyung?” He said lowering his tone.

“I-I’m playing games right now, Jimin. Move, I’ll just ask Taehyung.” You stuttered.

“After teaching you, you’re just going to ask Taehyung?”

You quickly shushed him, trying to avoid answering his question. He noticed your actions and decided to grab your controller away from you, waving it up in the air. He had gave a side smirk and licked the bottom of his lips.

“No, no, no. Answer the question first.” He laughed.

You frowned at him and sighed.

“Give it back. I’m going to get killed!”

He lowered his stance, closing in on the distance you both had from each other.

“Make me.” He winked.

You leaned in as well, deciding to play along with his little antics, and frowned.

“Stop it, Jimin. Just give it back, or else.”

He lowered his arm, whilst holding onto the controller still, and a devilish smirk began to form on his face.

“Or else what?”

“I’ll..I’ll hit you.” You smiled.

Not giving up either, he leaned in further, lips just inches away from each other.

“Hit me.” He grinned.

You lifted your hand, getting ready to punch his shoulder. You swung your fist back and then accelerated it towards his shoulder, but Jimin dodged and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. He looked into your eyes and grinned.

“God you’re so hot when you’re mad, Y/N.”

“Let go of me.” You groaned.

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want to do this?”

He leaned in and met his soft, plump lips with yours. He had taken you by surprise, not even giving you time to close your eyes. You pushed him off and touched your lips.

“Don’t act all shy with me now, I know you wanted to kiss me too.” He bit his bottom lip, “None of the members are home anyways.”

“So what if they aren’t? We’re just friends, Jimin.” You replied.

“So you wanted to kiss me then?” He smirked.

You hesitated before answering him again. It’s true you wanted to kiss and touch him, but you shouldn’t. You two were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t want to ruin that.

“I don’t want things to change between us.” You responded.

“Things won’t. I promise. So stop worrying and kiss me already.”

He placed his hand behind your neck and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. The kiss began to deepen, as he moved his hand from behind your neck to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He softly moaned and gently pushed you down on the sofa letting you lay on the edge, while climbing on top of you. The same soft scent of cologne following his movement. He smiled and moved a piece of hair away from your face.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You blushed at his compliment, not knowing how to respond. You turned your head away from his intense gaze, to which he took notice of.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

He placed his hand under your chin and moved your head back to face him. You looked at him and smiled. He tilted his head and winked, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel him harden against your body, his tongue making an entrance in your mouth, aggressively playing with yours. He then started to lower his kiss to the nape of your neck, softly sucking your skin. His hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up over your head, leaving you shirtless. He sat up and smirked at the sight of you.He crossed his arms and grabbed the end of his top and took it off in one go. You were used to seeing him shirtless since he would usually walk around, but even so you were amazed every time.

“You should be used to this, right? I know you check me out all the time.” He smiled.

“Shut up.” You laughed.

You sat up and held onto his hips for support. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then made your way to his neck, then to his shoulder, your fingers tracing the outline of his back. Then you abruptly stood up from the sofa and placed your hands behind your back, grabbing onto bra clasp and unlatching it. Slowly revealing your breasts, in which Jimin turned his body to face the you, admiring your body.

“Fuck..” He groaned.

You got on your knees and spread both his legs apart. Unbuttoning his jeans and slowly stripping it away, and throwing it to the corner of the room. You rubbed your hands against his thick, muscular, thighs, earning a soft moan from Jimin. You made your way to the growing bulge in his black briefs, wrapping your fingers around his member and slowly stroking it. He rolled his head back and bit his lips. You rolled off his underwear, revealing his hard, thick cock. You had pictured he was big, and seeing it satisfied your imagination. You softly gave it a squeeze and stroked his length, rubbing the pre-cum with your thumb around the tip, then placing your mouth against his dick.

“Your lips feels so nice on my dick.” He moaned.

You then stuck out your tongue and gave soft kitten licks on his tip at first, then his length, then down to his balls. You stroked him while you sucked one of his balls in your mouth. He closed his eyes and pulled on your hair. You lifted up your head and licked your way back up to the tip, where you inserted his cock in your mouth.

“Shit…like that.” He moaned.

You first began to bob your head up and down his shaft, then bobbed back up to swirl your tongue against the tip, his hands gently pulling onto your hair, while softly moaning. Then lowering yourself deep into his cock until it reached the back of your throat, your eyes beginning to blur with tears. Jimin notices and takes control, thrusting his hips up and down against your mouth. He continues this for a bit until he whips out his cock from your mouth and grabs both your legs, wrapping them around him, and carrying you into his bedroom. He throws you on his bed and practically rips off your shorts and underwear. You see the same devilish smirk he made before, as he climbs on top of you and throws your legs over his shoulder and lowered himself down, while softly biting and sucking your inner thighs

“Ah..Jimin.” You bit your lower lip.

“Was that too rough?” He laughs.

You shook your head no and he continues his work. Licking his way along your slit, and massaging your breast with one his hands.

“You taste good, baby.”

He then starts to flick his tongue aggressively against your clit, which causes you groan. He continues this for awhile and you could feel yourself close to orgasming, your hands running through his soft, fluffy hair. Your moans becoming louder.

“Don’t stop.” You cry.

With that command, he continues his motion. You wrap you legs around his back, thrusting your hips against his warm tongue. He then abruptly stops and crawls up to you, letting you taste yourself with a passionate kiss.

“I need to fuck you first, before you cum.” His eyes filled with lust.

He pulls out a condom from his drawer and rips the package with his teeth, he adjusts himself into the rubber latex. Then making his way in between your legs and rubs his cock against your slit.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet, baby.”

You both moan as he slips his tip into your entrance. He inserts himself halfway in, causing your whole body to feel weightless.You held onto the bedsheets as you felt the walls of you cunt being filled with his thick cock.

“God, you’re so big.” You moaned.

“And you’re so tight.” He replied.

He hovered over you and used his hips to thrust himself deeper. He leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips and then rested his head against the nape of your neck, breath against your skin while continuing to fill you up. You clenched the walls of your around his member, since he suddenly stopped before, your were already ready to cum. You breathing got heavy as he continued his pace.

“Jimin..don’t stop.” You moaned.

He accelerated his speed, in which you took notice as him getting reaching his orgasm too. He quickly sat up and grabbed your hips, grinding them against his body, while staring into your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful. Cum for me, baby.” He moans.

You could feel yourself tightening, you roll your eyes back, while squeezing the bed sheets. Your body tingling with an enormous amount of sensation as you came over him. Soon after, Jimin sped up, skin slapping against each other, he bit his lower lip and pushed his hair back.

“I’m cumming, Y/N. Fuck.” He moaned.

You held onto his hips and helped him ride out his orgasm by controlling the rhythm, thrusting yourself into his thick cock.

“Yes, baby! Like that!” He moaned.

Listening to him, you continued, he began squeezing your breasts tightly together, which you didn’t mind, until his lower body twitched with pleasure. His breathing unstable, he ran his hand through his sweaty hair, and smiled at you.

“Who’s going to teach you?” He smirked while raising one of his eyebrows.

“Definitely not Taehyung.” You smiled.


Lol!​ ​This​ ​was​ ​my​ ​first​ ​time​ ​writing​ ​smut!​ ​Kekeke​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​so​ ​wrong,​ ​but​ ​even​ ​though​ ​Yoongi​ ​is​ ​my ultimate​ ​bias,​ ​Jimin​ ​be​ ​getting​ ​me​ ​shook​ ​sometimes,​ ​like​ ​boy​ ​stop.​ ​Hope​ ​y'all​ ​liked​ ​it!​ ​Feel​ ​free​ ​to send​ ​me​ ​requests​ ​for​ ​one-shots,​ ​reactions,​ ​MTL,​ ​etc​ ​etc or even if its just some comments!​ ​Xoxo​ ​until​ ​next​ ​time​ ​❤

Noticing You

Request: Idk if you’re taking requests but I be spent 3 days reading everything on your blog and it’s so great haha. Can you plssss do a shownu FLUFF/smutty where another member walks in on u

Member: Monsta X’s Shownu x Y/N x (ft. Wonho) 

Type: fluff/smutty situations

Your eyes played across Shownu’s deltoids as he kept his back turned to you. His large hands were gripped around a pair of dumbbells as he fully extended his elbows, lifting the weights into the air above his head. You looked up in the mirror just as a single bead of sweat slid down his temple and hit his cheekbone. 

“Oh man,” you hissed, shaking your head and looking back down to the progress screen of the treadmill you were shuffling on. You had been there for nearly four miles, going at a steady speed, not even realizing your distance. You had an amazing distraction after all, so you weren’t surprised that you had nearly made your goal in such a short amount of time. 

You looked up again just as Shownu did, catching his eyes for a brief moment in the reflective wall. He cracked a grin before looking away, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt your face immediately begin to heat up, looking anywhere but at the man you had been silently eying up for the better part of an hour. 

“Focus,” you muttered, looking at the small screen flashing brightly before you. Your cardio would be finished any moment and you could escape the situation. 

You had joined the gym roughly three months ago in an attempt at a new year’s resolution. After an oddly difficult approval process, you were given a membership and made an internal promise to go at least three times a week, if not more. You were hellbent on living a healthier lifestyle, even if it meant replacing fast food with the gym…

or at least having the gym quietly coincide with your fast food runs. 

After visiting the fitness center a handful of times, you quickly came to understand why it was so difficult to secure a membership. The place was teaming with idols. Members of Monsta X, Seventeen, and BtoB often frequented the equipment and it was an average occurrence to see more than one member at any time. Of course you initially caught yourself fangirling, but you quickly fell into the strange normalcy of working out around celebrities. Not to mention, it was a pretty good incentive to actually make use of your year contract, and bust your butt while you were there. 

It also helped that after you got over your initial stuttering, you had shared countless numbers of conversations with various Korean celebrities, just looking for some normalcy themselves. After all, you were all human, just with different skill sets and professions.  

You looked up again, biting your lip as you tried to use your peripherals to sight Shownu. He was no longer in your field of vision, having disappeared from the weight area while you were trying to deflate the balloon of embaressment growing in your chest.

“Hey,” a deep voice said simply, a bit too close to your ear. 

“Aish,” you groaned, spinning and nearly tripping over your feet. A pair of strong hands gripped your arm until you managed to regain your footing. You placed your sneakers on either side of the treadmill and halted the machine before even bothering to look up. “Show-shownu?”

He nodded, his eyes disappearing into slits as he smirked. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright,” you hummed, regaining your composure before beginning to walk on the machine again. “I just didn’t see you.”

“You did earlier,” Shownu chuckled, pushing on the treadmill he was now using. It kicked into action and Shownu began casually walking, giving you a side eye at the same time. 

Your jaw dropped slightly, heat beginning to flood your face that had nothing to do with your workout. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking away from your amazed expression. 

You shook your head, incapable of even forming a sentence. Looking down to your machine, you noted that you were now half a mile over your goal. You quickly halted, grabbed your water bottle, and gave a fleeting nod to Shownu. “Later.”

You scrubbed a hand over the back of your neck as you speed walked away from the machines and toward the locker room. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you whispered, disappearing behind the door marked for women. You sighed as soon as you realized you were alone and shut your eyes, leaning against the cold lockers behind you. You remained still for a moment, keeping your eyes closed as the door to the locker room cracked open. 

“I’m sorry,” a deep voice groaned. You immediately looked up, your lashes fluttering at the sight of a red-faced Shownu. A hand was clamped tightly over his eyes and the other was stretched out before him. He touched the lockers gingerly, stopping and focusing his hearing. “Y/N? Are you there?”

“I’m here,” you hummed. “You are also here…in the women’s locker room.”

“I know,” he groaned. “But I felt really bad after what I said, so I wanted to apologize.”

“You said you were sorry directly after saying it,” you chuckled uneasily, hoisting yourself up to cross the room and stand in front of Shownu. You placed your hands on your hips and tilted your head. 

“But it wasn’t enough,” he sighed. “I know I made you uncomfortable.”

“You know…” you hummed, looking Shownu up and down. He was still clad in his workout clothes, a tank top and gym shorts. The short space between you was causing your heart to race, but you hand’t planned on backing down. “You could’ve waited until I left the locker area.”

Shownu remained silent as he opened a space between his pointer and middle finger. He looked through his hands and down to you, letting out a deep breath as he dropped his arm to his side. 

“So this is what it looks like in here,” he nodded, pursing his lips. “It’s like the men’s…but cleaner. Smells a lot better too.”

You sighed, shook your head, and crossed your arms. “Shownu…”

“Hm?” he hummed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back toward you. 

“What are you doing? Really?” you whispered. 

“I guess…I guess I didn’t really want to apologize,” he grumbled. “Because I wasn’t really sorry.”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth opened and closed, attempting to utter out any words. You were rendered speechless, which suited Shownu since he wasn’t finished talking yet. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, but not for what I said,” he explained. “I’ve noticed you watching me before…”

“Oh god,” you whispered, spinning to hide your face. Shownu let out a soft chuckle and reached out for your arm, forcing you to face him. His fingers were like fire on your moist skin and you flinched away from his unfaltering touch. 

“But I liked it,” Shownu finished with a smile. 

For a moment you thought you had passed out and hit your head on a bench on the way down. Surely this was a strange psychotic episode that you had dreamt up all on your own. 

“You…you did?” you stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes. 

He nodded, his grin growing on his handsome face. “I’m not one to misspeak.”

You shook your head a bit, trying to come to the realization of what he was saying. 

“So…” you hummed, furrowing your brows. 

“So,” Shownu nodded, taking a few steps toward you. He kept his hand light on your arm as his face approached yours. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

His eyes searched your face as his hand moved from your arm to the back of your neck. His strong fingers held you in place as he tilted his head, licking his lips. 

You tried to contain yourself, letting a hiss out between your teeth as you subconsciously begged for him to come closer. You knew that you and Shownu didn’t know too much about each other, other than the pleasantries you exchanged every now and again. You knew you shouldn’t be trying to kiss him in the locker room at the gym, but there was something about his muscles pulsing beneath his sweaty, tanned skin…

Shownu’s nose grazed across your cheek as his breaths became hot on your lips. He was painstakingly slow in his motions and you could hardly handle the tension. His opposite hand moved forward, grasping your hip. The waistband of his workout shorts was now pressed against your torso. 

A quiet clunk echoed through the locker room as Shownu eased you against the cold metal of the lockers around you. You let out a small whimper, the temperature causing you to shiver in the shadow of Shownu’s warmth. 

That was when his lips suddenly hit yours. Hesitant and shy at first, they worked with the rhythm of your racing heartbeats. Shownu wanted to be gentle, but was incapable of showing restraint. Subtlety was not his strong suit. 

You gasped as Shownu gripped both of your thighs, pulling you up to straddle his waist. He only allowed your lips to break for a moment before he began to kiss you again, more urgent than before. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, running your fingernails across the nape. This caused Shownu to groan, giving you the opportunity to place your tongue between his lips and entangle with his. You felt a growing bulge pulsing behind his workout shorts and rubbing against your core. He dropped your thighs, letting your sneakers find the floor again. You removed one of the hands that was snaked around his neck and began to rub his member, gently at first, but quickly grew in fervor. He closed his eyes, letting out a brief groan as he pushed his body even closer to yours, biting down on your shoulder as you continued your motions. 

“Can I?” you whispered, tugging at his shirt. Without having to give permission, he ripped off his tank top on his own, and tossed it over his shoulder. In the brief moment, you became even more aware that you were in a public space, doing a very private thing. 

Your hands roamed over the muscles you had admired for so long. You kissed Shownu’s neck gently, sucking on his skin and causing small patches of red and purple in your wake. Even though he was post work out, he smelled incredible. It was almost as if he was wearing cologne, but you knew it was near impossible with his workout regiment. 

“Yah!” a low voice groaned, emerging from the shower area. You immediately pushed away from Shownu, eyes wide as you looked around his frame. 


Wonho gripped at a towel clinging around his waist and looked at you both with furrowed brows. Water dripped from his blonde bangs onto his bare chest. “What are you two doing?”

“What are you doing?” you gasped. “This is the women’s locker room!”

Wonho looked down to the floor, his cheeks turning a bright red. “The body wash in here smells better.”

“It’s so clean in here, right?” Shownu nodded, looking at his member as if this was a normal occurrence. 

“It is!” Wonho nodded, his eyes wide as he looked back up at the two of you. 

“Aigoo, both of you, out! Now!” you groaned, picking up Shownu’s tank top and tossing it at his bare stomach. 

“But I don’t-” Wonho groaned, beginning to pull on his own clothing. 

“Out!” you repeated. 

Shownu smiled as he tugged on his tank top, placing a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll wait outside then.”

Originally posted by moved-to-lostinmonstax

Love-Hate (Yugyeom)

request:  Hi can i please have a smut scenario for yugyeom of got7, where you both don’t like eachother and you visit their dorm room and things escalate (cuz I mean them thighs how can you not.) and the other members hear and tease afterwards…. I know this is wordy sorry 😅

genre: smut

author’s note: i suck at posting i know :(((( hopefully this yugyeom smut will be good for you pervy people ;) i hope you all like it

**nsfw under the cut! also, i got a bit carried away and made it super long??

warnings: dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving), more stuff i’m leaving out

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No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)

Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

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Baron Corbin - Thigh Riding

Word count: 2,375

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!


When I heard the hotel room door slam I knew Tom was home. He was still fuming from his loss at the elimination chamber earlier that night. I turned off the steamy water and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm towel round my naked body. I could hear my boyfriend pacing round the rooms and occasionally throwing things here and there. Swearing at myself for leaving my clothes on the bed I stepped out and into the cool hall, rushing over to the bedroom.

I clumsily stumbled into a body I knew too well as Toms, throwing an arm up to catch myself. He seemed more than pleased by my current appearance, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Forget something?” He held up my boy short knickers.

I frowned and made an attempt for them only for him to hold them higher. It was only when I surrendered that he handed them to me. I slipped them on under the towel, self-conscious of my body. This annoyed Tom, to him I was the best looking girl in the world. He pushed past me and it was then I noticed he still had his wrestling attire on. I creased my brows.

“Why’re you still wearing that?”

“I just stormed out. I didn’t even shower.” He struggled with the clothes in his bag.

I smiled at the way he looked in his tights. If you looked hard enough you could see his semi hard on through them. God I fucking loved the way he touched me. He could be so gentle at times and others so rough, it was simply amazing. And his tongue, don’t get me started. It was a wonder how he could possibly reach my lips when making love to me he’s so tall compared to me. He must’ve seen me staring in the mirror.

“Like what you see?”

A blush crept onto my cheeks. He spun round and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing his wrestling bag carelessly onto the floor.

“C'mere, beautiful.” He reached out to me.

Slowly my feet brought me to stand in front of him. Even when he sat on the mattress I was no match for his towering figure. The room was dark apart from the small lamp in the corner giving off just enough light for us to see each other. His eyes were full of lust now. They were staring right through me. There was no telling what could happen from here.

He took my hand and pulled me closer to stand in between his legs, my breathing was becoming unsteady. His lips brushed mine before I bravely connected them. It was sweet and gentle at first but soon became rough and needy. My hands flew up tangling themselves with the length of his hair. A low moan came from the back of his throat when I tugged at it. He grabbed at my arse through the towel begging for me to take it off. His lips moved to my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. He began sucking on the spot where my jawline met my neck.

“…Tom.” I moaned tugging his still damp hair.

He pulled me closer to straddle his lap, his hand resting on my lower back. My lips parted and I creased my brows as Tom sucked harder at the skin at the nape of my neck, sure to leave a love bite. I threw my head back at the sensation. He moved his lips to my ear.

“Move your hips for me, baby.” He whispered.

“W-what?” I batted my eyes, unsure of what he was asking of me.

He took hold of either side of my hips rolling them forward, watching me as he did so. I moaned as my clit moved along the buttons and ties alone his tights. Tom seemed pleased with himself. I continued the motion with my hips. Tom moved one of his hands down to my aching core sliding a single finger up the soaked material.

“So wet for me, baby.” He smiled.

My eyes grew wide when Tom brought his finger into his mouth, sucking my juices off.

“You taste good.” He hummed closing his eyes savouring the taste.

Tom looked at me and smiled. His leg began to bounce up and down. He gripped my hips hard and helped me move them faster. I didn’t know how long I was gonna last. I threw my head onto his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut with the burst of pleasure running through my body. I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form.

“Fuck, Tom.. Please.”

All at once everything stopped. Tom had stopped bouncing his leg and moving my body.

“What the fuck!”

“Get up.” He demanded.

I huffed, doing as I was told. He stood from the bed shadowing over me. His fingers hooked into the towel that was still wrapped round my small figure and ripped it away throwing it across the room. I was left in only my knickers as he pushed me down onto the mattress, hovering over me.

My nipples made contact with his bare tattooed chest. He licked a bold stripe in between them, grabbing a nipple with his teeth and sucking lightly. My back arched off the mattress. Toms fingers skimmed down my sides and hooked into my knickers.

“I want to take them off.” I nodded.

I watched as he slowly pulled them down my legs admiring the view.


“Jesus, Tom do something.”

He seemed to be amused by my impatience. He brought his lips up to my ear.

“Do what, baby?”

“Touch me… please.” I panted.

“Where do you want daddy to touch you?”

“Anywhere.. Everywhere.” I murmured.

This was enough for him as he swiftly pushed himself back down between my legs. The teasing wasn’t over though. Toms hands felt ever so gently down each of my thighs, leaving trails of wet kisses alone the way. He sucked the sensitive skin every so often sure to leave love bites. His nose brushed my clit. Hot breath fanning over my wet pussy. His long fingers parted my folds licking up some of my juices, holding my gaze hostage the entire time. I squirmed round on the mattress. Impatient, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward. His mouth connected with my wet sweetness. Immediately Toms mouth got to work.

His tongue flicked over my clit moving in figure eight motions. My mouth parted in pleasure. I felt one of his digits sink into me. It began to pump in and out at a fast pace. My backed arched off the mattress and I fisted at the duvet. He used his free hand to hold me in place on the bed.

“Shit, fucking don’t stop!”

Tom chuckled into my dripping core. He inserted another finger, pumping even faster and harder this time. Jesus. I moaned loader. My hips rolled into his mouth, desperate for more contact. I could feel it coming on. I was so close.

“F-fuck, I’m g-gonna..”

My hands found themselves tangled in the back of Toms head and one yanking at the duvet covers as I came undone into his mouth. Tom hummed in pleasure as he licked me clean.

My torso rose and fell at an unsteady pace, my arms falling to my sides. Tom rose above me and stepped out of his wrestling tights leaving him in merely his briefs, precome already staining the outside of them.

“You gonna help me, baby?”

The bed squeaked as he towered over me, a knee on either side of my thigh as I sat up. I pulled the black material down freeing his length. He grabbed my hair pulling it back in one of his hands as I held the length in mine, licking a bold line up the base of it. I took the swollen head in my mouth pumping the rest in my hand. Tom hissed at the new feeling. I tilted my head a few timed before removing it from my mouth, making a popping sound.

“You like sucking daddies dick, baby?” I hummed stroking his length.

He leaned down placing a kiss on my lips. I took him into my mouth again, taking more this time. I didn’t have a gag reflex which was a good thing when it came to things like this. I pressed my nails into the base of his balls like I knew he liked causing him to push himself further into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Fuck yes, princess. Do it again.” He groaned.

I complied. I knew he loved that. His length began to twitch in my mouth. I knew he was close. My actions became more swift. I dug my nails into him again. Toms eyes squeezed shut and his head rolled back. He came into my mouth, shooting his load down my throat. I moaned, swallowing and licking his length clean of the saltiness.

I watched as he came down from his high. His breath shaky. He took my face in his large hand placing a lazy kiss to my lips. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip asking for entrance to which I accepted. Our tongues moved together as one. We moved backward so that he was on top of me now with our heads on the pillows.

“I want to ride you, daddy.” I spoke in between kisses.

In one swift movement Tom had me straddling his lap again. Usually he would protest, always wanting to be the dominate one. Not tonight. I positioned him at my entrance and he wasted no time in forcefully slamming into me. He guided my waist as I began moving them up and down at a steady slow pace. Tom watched as I rolled my head back in pleasure.

He caught hold of my hips and lifted them slightly before pounding into me fast and hard. I could hear his balls smacking against my skin. I grabbed at his hands but he was too strong. His fingers dug into my skin. I threw my head back and I arched my back. The pleasure was so intense.


He kept going, his focus on showing just how dominate he could be in this position. Our moans were filling the room and I was wondering if the people above or below us were going to call down and complain about all the noise.  The bed squeaked with every hard thrust and I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I was afraid we would have to pay for a hole in the wall pretty soon.

When he finally stopped I fell forward onto his chest, both of our breathing erratic. My eyelids feeling heavy. I felt weak. It was a wonder how neither of us had came yet. I began moving my lower body in a circular motion, rolling my hips into his.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned pushing a strand of hair from my face.

I could hear Toms breathing begin to hitch in his throat. His moans becoming for frequent. He was close.

I began to bounce up and down on his length. His head moved to the side and his chest moved up and down rapidly.

“Fuck, baby stop. Stop.” He demanded.

I kept going, my motions becoming swifter. I wanted to see him come. I felt his dick twitch inside me a few times before a burst of warm thick liquid shot into me. I liked the feeling of him coming inside me. Toms eyes squeezed shit and he bit down on him bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out. I was frightened when he opened his eyes again, he was angry.

In an instant we were flipped over and Tom was on top of me. He slammed into me hard hitting my spot with each hard thrust.

“C'mon. Let go.” He growled.

I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form for the third time this night. Toms hand moved down in between us and rubbed circles into my clit. His other held the back of my thigh tightly to his waist. My nails scraped down his back leaving a trail of prominent red lines. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuuck! Oh Tom!”

My back arched up off the mattress. Toms lips came down onto my neck and harshly sucked leaving a bruise as he rode out my orgasm.

Tom plopped down beside me on the bed, exhausted. He was sat on his side, his head propped up on his elbow. My hand found its way to the back of his head playing with his hair. We lay in the dark room in silence recovering from our rough actions. Finally I broke the silence.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win, baby.”

He snickered, “Believe me, I won.”

I giggled at his comment. Toms fingers traced the small bruises in the form of finger prints on my waist and thigh, a frown playing on his face. He’d never been that hard on me before.

“Was I too rough?” I pulled his hand away.

“No.. I liked it. It was perfect.” I reassured him, kissing at his knuckles.

It was a few minutes before he spoke again.

“You let me come inside you?” I smiled.

“It felt good. I’d do it again.” He laughed at this.

I turned to fully face him, my fingers tracing the inc of his tattooed chest. His eyes never left me. I tried to go over how to bring up what I wanted to say.

“I want to do it again.. like that.” I said barely above a whisper furrowing my brows, unable to meet the gaze I knew was still upon me.

Despite my entire body being sore and covered in love bites and bruises I liked what we did. It felt good. Fuck it was overwhelming. I had no idea he was capable of doing something like that. Tom ran his fingers up and down my arm leaving goose bumps behind. He sighed heavily. He pulled my chin up so that I was facing him again, a delicate kiss placed on my lips.

“I’d only do it with you. For you, baby.”



anonymous asked:

Tyler's new instagram post made me think .... what if he posted that fresh after eating the reader out??? His lips look so good in it and that's what it made me think of

alright i guess here’s something fluffier than what i usually write (and substantially longer than i actually intended whoops)

You’re laying in bed, early one morning, still half asleep; as you roll over onto your stomach, attempting to drape your arm over your boyfriend, you find an empty bed, sheets still slightly warm from him having been there recently. You let out a soft, frustrated groan, hoping he’s somewhere nearby to hear your anguish. When you hear a chuckle in the room, you open your eyes slightly to try to find him.

Tyler is sitting across the room,on the sofa by the window, his laptop sitting on his thighs, while he looks at you with a smirk on his face. He’s still wearing the basketball shorts he slept in, along with a pullover hoodie over his t-shirt. You let out a sigh at the sight of him, closing your eyes once again.

“What time is it?” you grumble.

“Almost nine,” he replies, his voice still raspy. You groan once again, wishing you were still asleep; you hear Tyler chuckle again, before the sound of him padding across the room towards the bed. “How’d you sleep, baby?” he whispers, sitting on the side of the bed beside you. You feel him gently rub at your back, moving up to play with your hair.

“Okay, I guess,” you reply, opening your eyes once again to peer up at him. He smiles lazily at you, and you get a better look at the facial hair he had been growing out, already in a stubble. “Why are you up so early?” you ask.

“Got inspired to write some stuff.”

“Come back to bed and warm me up.”

“Oh, you’re cold, huh?” he asks, his hand trailing down your back again.

“Mmhm,” you hum, watching him lift the blanket up to peer underneath it.

“Maybe it’s because you’re only wearing a t-shirt and some panties,” he chuckles, caressing your backside. You hum contentedly, eyes closing once again. “You want me to warm you up?” he rasps. When you nod your head, Tyler chuckles quietly, fingers gently squeezing your backside. “Lay on your back,” he instructs.

You do as you’re told, rolling over onto your back, but keeping your eyes closed. Tyler slips his hand beneath the blanket, pushing your shirt up your stomach and pressing his fingers past the waistband of your panties. You instinctively spread your thighs to give him more access as you feel his fingers delve into your wetness.

He gently strokes your clit, making your body hum at the contact; your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze. He’s watching you intently, his eyes clouded over already but no emotion on his face; it’s as though he’s so focused on your pleasure he has no time for emotions.

When you let out a soft whine, the corner of his mouth twitches up into a small smirk before he slips his fingers towards your entrance. His fingers tease your hole for a moment, before he carefully dips them into you; it almost catches you off guard, so you shove your hand under the blankets to grasp his wrist.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, really soft and slow?”

“Yes,” you breathe, biting your lip as you keep eye contact with him.

Tyler smirks at you, acting quickly; he ducks under the blanket, pulling it over his head as he kneels between your thighs. He helps you work your panties off of your legs, pulling them back around him as he gets more comfortable. You feel his hands press at your inner thighs, pushing them further apart before he dips his head towards you, licking up from your entrance to your clit.

He begins to work, teasing your entrance with his tongue for a few moments, before pressing it into you, tonguing you slowly. You gasp softly, slipping your hand beneath the blanket to thread your fingers through his hair; when you head him moan against you from the way you tug his hair, his tongue begins to work faster before he slows down again, pulling his head back.

“You know how I get when you pull my hair, baby,” he mutters from beneath the blanket.

“And now that it’s growing back, I get to do it again.”

He laughs softly, almost a giggle as he presses his mouth to your clit; he begins to suck on it, very gently as his fingers find their way towards your entrance. He uses the juices that have seeped from you to coat his fingers, pushing them into you slowly. You groan out and push your head harder against the pillow, grip tightening on his hair.

He continues his slow, sloppy motions of his mouth, letting go of your clit so he can tease it with his tongue from his wide open mouth. You can hear him panting, his fingers maintaining their slow pace to match the movements of his tongue.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathe out.

You feel his stubble rubbing against you harshly, a vast difference between the friction it causes and the actions of his mouth. Sucking on your clit again, Tyler lets out a moan, trying to maintain his own composure from what he’s doing to you, in an effort to keep his pace. Finally, you feel your orgasm very slowly building in your stomach, walls clenching around his fingers.

“C’mon, baby,” he mutters against you.

The mix of his slow movements, his stubble on your skin, and the soft whimpers he’s letting out push you over the edge, very slowly; your body quakes beneath him, thighs trembling and breathy moans falling from your mouth. You pull on his hair much harder than you intended, but when you head Tyler groaning, you know how he loves it.

You continue to shake from the waves of your climax, eyes closed tightly until you feel him pull back from you. You open your eyes, looking down to watch him pull the blanket off of his head to look up at you with a wide grin.

“You liked that?” he asks, licking his lips. You nod your head unable to speak, earning another soft chuckle from him. He crawls back up your body, pressing a gentle, passionate kiss to your lips. “You gonna go back to sleep?” he asks, softly, brushing your hair from your forehead.

“Maybe,” you reply, lazily.

“I’ll leave you alone, then,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. “I’ve got more writing to do.” He kisses you once more, before climbing from the bed; he makes sure you’re tucked back into the covers, then crosses back to the sofa. You watch him for a moment, unbeknownst to him, seeing him lifting his phone up to take a selfie; after a few minutes, you hear the notification on your phone, signifying that someone you follow posted on Instagram.

“Are you serious, Tyler?” you mutter, knowing exactly what he did. He giggles once more, tossing his phone onto the sofa and pulling his laptop back into his lap.

“Go to sleep, baby. You’re worn out.”

Alone Together

Originally posted by scoupstv

Member: S.Coups
Genre: Smut, comedy
Word Count: 1312

“Have fun at the arcade, guys!” you shout after the group of boys leaving. Vernon, Chan, and Joshua wave goodbye, closing the door behind them. It was a free day for seventeen, which means they all got to go out and do things that they actually wanted to be doing, but never got the chance to do. Vernon, Chan, and Josh headed to the arcade, Mingyu, Jihoon, Wonwoo, Jun, and Minghao went to the movies, Seokmin and Soonyoung went restaurant hopping, and Seungkwan and Jeonghan went to the mall. Which meant you were completely alone with Seungcheol for the first time in…a very, very long time.

“I’m glad you guys get to relax today. You deserve it,” you sigh, flopping down on top of your boyfriend. He tore his eyes away from the television to look at your face.

“You deserve it too, Mrs. Manager-Machine,” he smiled, stroking the side of your face. “You work almost as hard as we do.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest, and you could feel it in your own chest as you laid against him. You didn’t respond, you just nuzzled your face into his shirt.

“Babe?” he asked, nudging your side. When you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, his immediately widened. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

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I See Nothing [Jason Todd x Reader]

It’s been a rough night.

Warning: Angst, A little fluff, Swearing


Everyone has a rough night. Some are worse than others. But sometimes, they can completely re-shatter a person.

Jason was having a life shattering night. Everything was going wrong. He failed in saving three people, one of them a kid. Five people were injured under his watch. Tim and Damian had gotten seriously hurt. He felt like he was fucking everything up.

Now Jason was running along a rooftop toward where he heard yelling. Reaching the side of the building he looked down into the alleyway, seeing three thugs backing a girl against a wall. One had a gun and the other two had knives. But the girl, she looked like you.

Not letting another innocent person die tonight he pulled out his two handguns. Taking aim and picking the three off within seconds of his draw. Putting bullets in their skulls. The girl shrieked as he jumped down.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently. The girl shook her head signaling a ‘no’, but she was traumatized. “The police and an ambulance are on their way” he began to lead her out of the alleyway.

He waited until he heard the police sirens and saw the ambulance loop a corner.

Seeing that he grappled toward his and your apartment. Landing on the fire escape he pushed the window open. Entering through the living room window he saw a small amount of light filtering from the bedroom, you were still up.

Instead of greeting you, he went straight to the bathroom. Tearing off his gear as he went. He didn’t want you to see him right now. He was ashamed.

You heard him come in the window. Looking up from your book and watching the doorway instead. Confused when he never came in you got out from under you blankets and set the book aside.

Walking to the doorway as goosebumps formed on your bare legs.

You looked out seeing the trail of gear heading to the bathroom. Picking up the articles as you followed his trail. Ending up at a closed bathroom door.

‘Something must’ve happened’ you thought, Jason only avoided you when he got home if something went wrong.

Placing his gear on a nearby table in the hallway before lightly knocking on the door.

“Jay?” you called softly. Hearing rustling on the other side off the door. You took a step back from the door when it clicked open.

“Hey babe” he said, sounding depressed. “What’s the matter?” asking as you took a step toward him again and ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine” those words were empty, void of any emotion. He was holding his emotions back again, trying to sound ok. He wasn’t fooling you.

“Jay, tell me what’s actually wrong. You won’t be able to come to terms with anything that happened tonight if you don’t talk to me.” He knew you were right but he just couldn’t.

He walked back into the bathroom, leaning on his hands against the counter. You walked in and leaned on the door way.

Looking up into the mirror, staring at himself. “I’m such a fucking screw up” he began, shocked you didn’t move from your position. You had allow him to let it all go.

Diverting his eyes to the ceramic counter he continued, “I-I couldn’t save them. Three people died tonight because of me. And five were hurt. Not to mention Damian and Tim got severely injured. And instead of even trying to stop three guys I just put bullets through their brains. I promised you I’d only kill if it was necessary and and..” he sputtered, as tears threatened his eyes. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists.

Looking back at the mirror he only got angrier with himself. “I don’t know how you can love me. I look at this mirror and I see a screw up. A street kid who shouldn’t have ever been brought back. I see a fucking worthless life. I don’t see anything worth living for, I see nothing!”

Your heart broke at his words, he’d never been this down on himself before. This was the first time you’d seen him break down. He bowed his head again as he finally let everything go. He sniffled and wheezed, causing your heart to break more.

Walking into the bathroom you began to rub small circles on his back. He wouldn’t look at you. Trying to calm him down your hand continued it’s motion, shushing. 

He started to calm down, “Jay.. Jay look at me” you encouraged softly. Tugging on his upper arm to entice him.

When he finally stood in front of you and met his blue eyes with yours. Cupping his face before asking, “Do you want to know what I see?”

His expression turned to a small hint curiosity. Rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, “I see someone who’s scarred. Someone who was broken when they were once solid. Who was sewn back together, in a different way then where they started. I see strength and kindness. Someone merciless yet gentle. Someone who cares deeply for the innocent people of this world and is willing to put their physical and mental health on the line for them. I see someone beautiful even when they’re shattered. A man whose been through hell and back but still can see the light in the world. I see someone I love more than life itself.”

You noticed his once tense muscles relax and his expression soften. “Jay, you’re not worthless or a screw up. You may see nothing worthy, but I see something worthwhile.” You smiled, your own tears trailing down your cheeks.

“I love you Jason, and no matter what happened out there I will always love you.” you hugged him tightly. Your hands threaded through his hair. Arms wrapping around your waist as he completely relaxed. His head weighing on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve you” voice muffled by your shirt.

“Yes you do” Pulling his head off your shoulder and resting your forehead to his. “And don’t you dare think otherwise”

“I love you so goddamn much” he shook his head before pulling you into the most loving and passionate kiss.

Pulling away you took his hand tugging him out of the bathroom. “You need sleep, and you’re not going out tomorrow night. I’m calling out sick and we’re going to stay in the apartment and enjoy each others company. You need a day off.” You instructed as you lead him into the bedroom.

You handed him a pair of sweatpants when you entered the room. “Sound like a plan?” asking as he took the item.

“Yes ma’am” he kissed you again before changing into the sweatpants. As he changed you crawled back into bed and waited for him.

He did not take long to join you. When he got into bed with you he buried his head in your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. Emotionally and physically exhausted he fell asleep to the feeling of your hands in his hair.

Often you’d be the one wrapped in his arms in a protective manner, but tonight you were protecting him


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Moment no.375 where Cassian is the sweetest, most sensitive, perfect being ever!

“You’re Angry” He refused to speak until I started my circuit of warm ups… And only when we’d begun sparring, his hands wrapped against my onslaught of punching did he say, “You and Rhys hid the truth from us. And we went into Hybern blind about it.” 
“About what?”
“That you’re High Lady.”
“What difference would it have made?”
“It would have changed everything. None of it would have gone down like that.”
“Perhaps that’s why Rhys decided to keep it a secret.”
“Hybern was a disaster.”
I halted my punching. “You knew I was his mate when we went. I don’t see how being High Lady alters anything.” 
“It does.”
“I put my hands on my hips, ignoring his motion to continue. “Why?” 
Cassian dragged a hand through his hair. “Because… because as his mate, you were still… his to protect. Oh don’t give me that look. He’s yours to protect, too. I would have laid my life down for you as his mate and as your friend. But you were still… his.”
“And as High Lady?”
Cassian loosed a rough breath. “As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel’s, and Mor’s and Amren’s. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. We would not have… put you in so much danger.”

This whole scene is so beautiful. Cassian just has so much love and care and worry for his family. It kills me! He just doesn’t get the credit he deserves for how sensitive, and how emotionally aware he is. He’s so incredibly special and I love him so much!

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wow i forgot how intense malfoys character got in thbp so heres an emotional take on the reader being forced into a situation similar to his

The sound of the door opening caused you to jump a foot in the air, turning around with your wand poised. Though, when you saw an alarmed Draco, you instantly felt at ease. At least, relatively, that was.

“____?” His voice was cautious, and you weren’t exactly sure how it came over you. Whether it was what was about to happen, the fact that he was here, or all of it, but something strange happened that second. You didn’t feel strong and powerful, but low, and rather weak. Scared. In that moment, you realized, you cried. “____!”

His arms instantly enveloped you, sitting next to you on the windowsill while ugly sobs escaped your throat. For weeks, you had felt the world closing in on you, the inescapable fear that one day, they would ask too much. And they had.

Rain steadily poured down against a large window, producing a chilling contrast to the typical warmth Draco provided.


He seemed to be the only one you could turn to. In a world full of variables, he was the only constant. His smell, so distinctly rich cologne and an odd aroma of smoke, comforted you in a way that nothing else could. You wanted nothing more than him, and him only. But you weren’t stupid.

“Love, will you tell me whats wrong?” His voice was nothing more than a soft whisper lost amongst your moans. If you hadn’t already cast a silencing spell, you would be embarrassed beyond repair. “Please.”

“They’re making me do it.” You screamed weakly, clutching onto his forearm with a faint grip. “Don’t you see, Draco? They’re making me get it.” My sobs turned into a silent, violent shaking in his arms, wanting nothing more than an alternate reality.

His hands reached out to grab my chin, almost forcing me to face him. When I finally met his eyes, I could see the pain in them, for he could see the fear in mine. His hands began a soothing path through my messy hair, trying their best to smooth the knots. Suddenly, he understood what was wrong, he understood what you were afraid of.

“The Dark Mark.” He breathed, feeling you jump when he said the words. You began to spiral once more, though felt Draco pull your body closer to his. “When is your ceremony?”

Feeling that you exhausted yourself, it seemed that your body had calmed some, though tears still seemed to glide down your cheeks. “Tonight.” You muttered, finding the strength to take a deep, but shaky, breath.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright.” As he whispered you were able to feel the warmth from his breath dance across the top of your head, providing a small but powerful feeling of comfort to you. “I can come, if you want.”

Nodding silently, you allowed yourself to suppress the emotions once more. You never succumbed to emotional outbursts. You couldn’t. Turning to face him fully, you lazily wiped your face with your sleeve, earning a small smile from your boyfriend.

You laughed a bit, realizing how animated you had made such a small situation. “I know, Im being dramatic.”

“No,” he said quickly, taking your hand in his own, “you’re not. Not at all.”

Though you began to feel yourself choke up again at his small action, and wanted desperately for this night to be over with. Your fingers began to trace up his arm, up his sleeve, your curiosity unspoken, but blatantly obvious. “Did,” you took in another breath, not wanting to meet his eyes again. Not quite yet. “Did it hurt?”

Such a silly question, but simplicity seemed to sooth you. Both of you. “Only for a bit.” You knew that he hadn’t a choice either, the pressure from a long line of dark wizards and an overwhelming majority of death eaters in his own family was too great of a force to overcome. He had always wanted to be like his father in an attempt to gain his love, though I feel, he doesn’t yearn after it anymore. Not after what became of Lucius. What he made Draco do.

Draco took you over to your bed, laying next to you silently. His hands continued their soothing motions through your hair, and you listened closely to the small sounds he made as he breathed, the steady rise and fall of his chest. You weren’t able to fall asleep, though the lump in your throat seemed to subdue enough to allow a healthy amount of air back into your lungs.

There was no way to tell how long you two laid there like that, but when you heard a knock on your door, time seemed to slip through your fingers. Before you sat up, you placed a hard grip onto his hand, averting your eyes away from his own. Your actions were uncharacteristic at the least, and your pride had already suffered enough. But you had to ask, if you didn’t, you felt as though you wouldn’t be able to carry on.

“Will you, will you stay with me after?” The second the whisper left your lips, you were returned with a kiss. It was tender, and full of an emotion that seemed to instantly warm your heart. He  instilled a shred of confidence in you, large enough, for you to carry on.

“Of course.”

Title: Benefits


Author’s Note: I had 2 requests for Crosby smut, so I combined the two. Proceed with caution. Check out my (masterlist) for my other non-smutty stories if that’s more your speed. Let me know what ya think!

Word Count: 2,408

There was one rule for all friends with benefits relationships: don’t get attached. You had tried so hard not to fall for Sidney, but you had. Your attraction for him had come in stages; first it was his smile and those deep brown eyes, then his body and how he was able to take care of you; then the boy had started talking and the connection between you had gotten deeper than just physical appearances. Well, at least it had on your end. For self-preservation, you had ended it 4 weeks ago. You didn’t know what nonsense would come falling out of your mouth if you had tried to break it off in person, so you had ended it via text.

(Y/N): Sid, I can’t do the friends with benefits thing anymore. It was great, but I have other things I need to focus on right now.

Sidney: Oh, okay. I’ll see you around?

(Y/N): Yeah, maybe.

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Enough (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Summary: You, a Resistance spy, fell madly in love with Kylo Ren. Upon finding out you’re pregnant, Kylo must tell Snoke about the baby. But Snoke has some unexpected news for Kylo.

Request: @my-fucking-world-13(???disappeared??): (oneshot) if you infiltrate the first order and get involved with kylo, you end up falling in love and getting pregnant, when kylo discovers he promises to stay with the child and kill you. But when he enters the room and sees you talking to his belly he gives up and runs away with you

Warnings: Pregnancy

Word Count: many

A/N: So…im not good at writing Kylo outside of “the bedroom” i suppose. But I don’t only want to write Kylo smut. So please excuse Kylo being OOC, i’m working on writing his characterization. Also sorry this is incredibly late. 

You were a spy for the Resistance. You hated the First Order, hated what they stood for. But you were a good actress, smart and cunning. You were quick in all the right ways. And so you were given the task of infiltrating the Order.

You started out small. Recruited as a petty officer. But you weren’t just an officer for long. Something went wrong. Or something went right, you supposed.

You’d barely been on the Finalizer for 48 hours before Kylo Ren noticed you. You thought it was just because you were new. And then you thought it was because he knew that you were a spy.

But that wasn’t it.

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