remember the safe word



Grounding is a set of simple strategies to  detach from emotional pain for example (cravings, self harm urges, emotional eating behaviour etc.) Grounding can also be a way of returning your attention to the outside world and away from yourself. In the case of dissociation.


When you are overwhelmed with emotional pain, you need a way to detach so that you can gain control over your feelings and stay safe. As long as you are grounding, you are more likely to be able to overcome urges. Grounding ‘anchors’ you to reality.

Many people with PTSD and dissociative disorders struggle with either feeling too much (overwhelming emotions and memories) or too little (numbing and dissociation). In grounding, you attain balance between the two—conscious of reality and ability to tolerate it.


§ Grounding can be done any time, anywhere and no one has to know.

·       §  Use grounding when you are: faced with a trigger, having a flashback or dissociating.

·       §  Keep your eyes open, look around the room, and make sure the light is good to stay in touch with the present.

·       §  Rate your mood before and after to test whether it worked. Before grounding, rate your level of

·       §  emotional pain, or your level of dissociation. Then re-rate it afterwards. Has it gone down?

·       Try not to make judgements or think negatively. The idea is to distract from the negatives.

·       §  Stay neutral—no judgments of good or bad.

·       §  Focus on the present, not the past or future.

·       §  Grounding is much more active than relaxation exercises and focuses your attention.

Grounding is deemed to be a better way of coping with PTSD and dissociative disorders than relaxation practice. As during relaxation the focus is too much within the body, which at the worst may bring on flashbacks.



o    Describe to yourself in detail your surroundings: For example “The walls are white, there are three pink chairs and a blue sofa. There is a picture of a brown border collie on the wall with a gold frame around it.” You can do this out loud if appropriate, or in your head if you are in public.

o    Play a game like “Scattergories” in your head or with a friend or family member. Choose a letter of the alphabet and try and come up with as many examples of a category you choose as you can. For example C … Boys names: Christopher, Curtis, Carl, Charles etc.

o    Do an age progression. IThis can be particularly useful if you have dissociated or regressed to a younger alter or state. For example in my experiences I have an alter who is three. So I might say… Now I am four, I am at home with Mummy and Daddy and I can do (an example of an age appropriate activity) alone. Work your way up until you are back to your current age. This may not always work for little alters, but can help.

o    Describe an everyday activity in great detail. For example if you like gardening “I open the shed door and pull out the lawn mower, I connect it to a power supply and climb on. I turn the key and put it into drive….”

o    Imagine. For example make up a nice little story in your head, or out loud. “I am putting some roller skates on, and I am slowly gliding away from all my emotional suffering down a beautiful smooth lane, having fun listening to my favourite music LOUD!”

o    Say a safety statement. ‘My name is _________; I am safe right now. I am in the present, not the past. I am in _____________ the date is _____________.

·        Read something, saying each word to yourself. Or read each letter backwards so that you focus or the letters and not on the meaning of words.

·        Use humour: For example have a “Funny Memory Bank” where you store up your favourite witty moments for those detached, rainy days.  

·        Count to 100 or say the alphabet very slowly or very fast.

·        Repeat something meaningful to yourself, such as a prayer or quote. For example you could use the Serenity Prayer.


û Run cool or warm water over your hands.

û  Grab tightly onto your chair as hard as you can.

·       û  Touch various objects around you: a pen. keys, your clothing, the table, the walls. Pay close attention to colours, weights, textures etc.

·       û  Firmly stamp your feet on the floor, literally grounding yourself. Feel the tension of your feet against the pressure of the floor.

·       û  Carry a ground object in your pocket—a small object such as a rock, stone, crystal, bead, piece of string or cloth, or a stress ball that you can touch whenever you feel triggered.

·       û  Jump up and down.

·       û  Stretch reach upwards and pull yourself tall. Extend your arms, legs, fingers and toes.

·       û  Walk slowly, noticing each footstep.

·       û  Eat something yummy. Notice the flavours, textures and feelings that come up for you.


·        Use Cheerleading statements, as if you were talking to a small child. For example “You are having a difficult time adjusting to these chanes, but you are doing so well. You should be proud of yourself.”

·        Think of favorites. Think of your favorite color, animal, season, food, time of day, TV show.

·        Picture people you care about. Even get a photobook made of positive pictures or pictures of people you love! Such a simple nice way to ground, and you can get A4 photo books at the moment from GroupOn for under £7!! (I in no way endorse them I just thought it was a good offer!)

·        Remember the words to an inspiring song, quotation or poem that you like or feel positively about. Maybe write out the words and decorate it for your wall.

·        Remember a safe place. Describe a place that you find very soothing it could be when you went on holiday to the beach, or walking in the woods. Or just a time you felt safe and peaceful at home in your living room or in bed.

·        Plan out a safe treat for yourself, such as a trip to a coffee shop with a friend, making a nice dinner or a bath with some nice toiletries or candles if you feel safe to use them

·        Think of things you are looking forward to in the next week. Perhaps schedule your time so you build some structure for chores and pleasurable activities. It can help to know what you are doing and also not just sit at home with nothing to do. This can cause difficulties.


Practice as often as possible. Even when you don’t feel overwhelmed or dissociative. This way it will come more naturally to you when you are struggling.

Practice faster. Speeding up the pace gets you focused on the outside world quickly.
Try grounding for a Ioooong time 20 mins at least, and then repeat !!
Try to notice whether you do better with physical or mental or soothing grounding.

Create your own methods of grounding. Any method you make up may be worth much more than those you read here because it is yours.

Start grounding early in a negative mood cycle. Start when you begin to feel the early warning signs of dissociation or when you have just started having a flashback.




warnings: graphic smut, spanking, orgasm denial, daddy oppa kink, ass play

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“What are you staring at?” You chuckled, peering over the book you were reading to meet your boyfriend Namjoon’s gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to stare, in fact it was rather ordinary. His eyes immediately pulled away from yours, wide with embarrassment as he pretended to work on his MacBook.

“Nothing.” He smiled shyly, his dimples piercing his cheeks in the most breathtaking way.

Despite being together for almost four years, your chest still bloomed at the littlest of things. His dimples, the way he would frown and chew his plump lips when he concentrated, how he could never write something down without ink finding a way to stain his hand. He was the leader of a famous Kpop group, Bangtan - or as they were more popularly and internationally known as; BTS. The two of you met in a small independent bookstore in Hongdae, Seoul. His charismatic charms and shy, sensitive personality won you over in a heartbeat, and you hadn’t looked back since.

Of course he wasn’t always shy and sensitive.

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Experiment #4 - Request

Requested by: you know the sinners.

Summary: Sherlock and reader hold a Series of Experiments in which they test out several smutty theories with practise. Who thought science would be so fun?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,973

Warnings: Rough smut - un-protected, over-stimulation, oral, fingering.

A/N: Dear lord from Heaven, please forgive me.


Originally posted by estherlune

| One | Two | Three |

“(Y/N),” Sherlock called, “I need you to hand me the silver knife inside of the freezer, please.”

“I’m literally at the other side of London!” She argued through the phone.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s no hurry.” She hung up and Sherlock breathed out a laugh as he placed his phone at the tiny coffee table by his side.

“You really think she’s coming?”

“Of course she is. She never fails.” Sherlock answered confidently, and then both of them waited patiently for her arrival.

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Rewards. Bucky Barnes.

Request:  Heyyyyyyy so that sub!bucky was the shit. Can you write sub!bucky with him being needy and the reader using the vibrating buttplug for orgasm denial throughout the day and he has to act normal (like an off day or something)(but he Can still make noises but he has to continue what he’s doing) or else he won’t get to come and when he does come, the reader does it multiple times and overstimulates him? Sorry for grammar. Thanks!

Triggers: Smut. Plug.

Word Count: 1619

Enjoy ;D

Just remember the safe word. I’ll be home with groceries. Love you.” The note was signed off with a cute little heart and your initials.

Bucky gulped thickly as he shifted. He’d slid the plug in the night before but wasn’t sure what to expect. You’d taken the remote with you, giving him time to adjust to the feeling at least. He moaned softly as he stood, clutching the nightstand and biting his lip. This would be harder than he anticipated.

He had agreed to the plug after he’d gotten adjusted to the idea of submitting to you. Actually, he’d suggested the plug! He loved the look of surprise on your face before you nodded. You let him pick out one so he could feel more comfortable. You’d gotten the lube and let him go into the bathroom to put it in. Just sliding the toy into him made him hard, but you were both to worn out that kissing each other and teasing one another was enough.

Bucky now dearly wished he’d jerked off before bed so he could have some relief. On top of morning wood, the feeling of the plug jostling inside him made it nearly impossible to think outside of wrapping his hand around him. He shook his head, knowing he had to wait for your command.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a quick drabble of Natasha tying the reader up to the bed for Bucky's birthday

“Can you do me a favor, Nat?” You were blushing furiously, but you desperately needed her help.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She smiled up at you, setting her apple down on the counter.

“I need you to tie me to the bed for Bucky’s birthday.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the words.

“I take it you’re his birthday present?” She smirked at you, enjoying the sight of your awkwardness.

“Yeah.” You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. “Will you-”

‘Of course, let’s go.” She took another bite out of her apple and strutted out of the room; you followed her.

You held up three different lingerie sets. Nat chose the black lace corset with the matching thong. She noted that with your hands being bound, you’d want to wear something strapless. 

“Want help changing?” Nat picked up the corset, undoing the hooks that went down the back.

“Nat…” You licked your lips as she started stripping you.

Three weeks ago you had been on a mission with Nat, you’d been undercover as business associates…well, you were. Nat was just there for back up. When things went south and she had to enter the building, the two of you were held captive. The only explanation the two of you could come up with off the top of your heads was that you were dating. A few comments later from some horn dog security guards and the two of you were making out. You would’ve kicked their asses if you had finished the mission, but there was still some shit you had to get done. 

After realizing they had people tailing the two of you, Nat started staying at “your” place; aka one of the few safe houses in the area. Nat found a few bugs hidden in the bedroom and decided to give them a show. She had you on your back screaming her name as she sucked and nibbled on your clit. 

You informed Bucky of what had happened during the mission, not sure how he’d react. At first he was jealous, repeatedly ringing it up whenever he’d fuck you. Then he switched to a more teasing aspect. He made a deal with Nat, he’d train with her, teaching her things he had learned in Hydra, if she’d toy with you occasionally. You knew about the deal, but they didn’t know that you did. You used it to your advantage.

“Your skin is so soft…Bucky’s very lucky.” She kissed your shoulder blade, hooking the back.

“Will you tie me up now, Nat?” She hummed against your back and pushed you onto the bed. “The ties are in the bedside drawer.” You opened the drawer and pointed at the silk ties.

She wrapped the fabric around your wrists, hooking them around the headboard. She yanked on your arms, making sure the knots were secure. She did the same with your legs, making sure they were spread wide for Bucky. She crawled over your body with a final tie in her hand.

“What’s that one for?” You raised your eyebrows at her.

“This.” She placed it over your eyes, tying it behind your head. 

You felt her body flush into you as she planted kisses down your body. She kissed your clit through your underwear before climbing off of you. She chuckled before opening your door.

“I’ll go send him your way.” You could hear the smirk evident on her face.

“Doll, can I come in?” Bucky spoke through the door.

“Yes you can, birthday boy.” You tried to speak sensually but you started laughing. Bucky opened the door and smiled at the sight of you.

“What’s so funny, doll?” You could hear him walking over to you. 

“Nothing, I’m just excited.” You pulled on the restraints, wishing you could see where he was in the room. He was silent and you knew he was toying with you. He was in full assassins mode, not letting you know where he was.

You focused on your surroundings, trying to listen to any creaking floor boards or the sound of his breathing. You heard the faintest ruffling of clothing, but it didn’t give away where he was.

“You know, the lingerie of this time get’s me every time. I can’t get used to how fancy it is. It’s strange though.” He paused. “You spend large amounts of money on articles of clothing just to have taken off of you. How much did you spend on these?” He trailed his fingers up your corset and you bit your lips.

“Just under a hundred.” Your let out a groan when he pulled his hand away from you.

“Damn, doll. Maybe I’ll just have to fuck you with your clothes on, don’t want that money to go to waste.” His fingers traced the tops of your breasts, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“It’s your birthday, you do whatever you wish.” You licked your lips, enjoying the faint touches he was giving you. His fingers brushed your cunt and your hips jerked upwards, there was not hint to his hand being there.

“That wet already?” He pulled your thong to the side and ran two fingers between your folds.

“Yes, Sergeant. All for you…with a little help from Nat.” You gasped when he shoved his fingers into you.

“You’re all mine tonight, doll.” You felt him settle on top of you, continuing tp pump his fingers.

“Y-Yes sir.” You wished he’d kiss you. 

He worked on your neck as he finger fucked you. Leaving hickies as he moved down to your collarbone. His other hand worked on each hook on the corset, undoing them slowly. He tossed the lingerie piece across the room when it was free from your body.

“I always forget how beautiful you are.” He groaned and planted kisses on your breasts, inching towards your right nipple. 

Your orgasm was drawing near when he took your peak into his mouth. His licked and nibbled on it gently, drawing gasps from you with each graze of his teeth. Your hips jolted upwards and Bucky brought his mouth to yours, finally giving you what you craved.

He laughed when you bit his lower lip harder than you’d meant to, knowing how dorkish you were. No matter the mood- angsty, passionate, dominant, whatever- you always managed to make him feel like the goofy teenager from the forties. 

He moved roughly, slamming his fingertips against the spot you needed him most and you tipped over the edge. You wrapped the restraints over your hands, closing a fist around them and yanking on them, wishing you could touch Bucky.

Your orgasm washed over you almost painfully. You arched your back off the bed, pushing your body flush against Bucky’s as you moaned his name. You wish he’d fuck you with his cock, but it was his birthday and he was going to screw with you all night. 

“You remember the safe words, doll?” He smirked, kissing your jawline.

“Yes sir, I do.” You spoke between breaths. “Why, what do you have planned?” 

“Just remember, red means stop.”

After Midnight

Winchesters x Dean’s Daughter!Reader // Cas x Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, language (as usual)

A/n: Reminder that requests are open.

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“Look man. I can only please one person per day. Today isn’t your day and tomorrow doesn’t look too good either.” Opening your mouth to smile, all the bastard in front of you saw was your bloody mouth.

He must’ve not appreciated your smart ass remarks, which you’d been spitting out for a good hour and a half now. Taking one look down at his bloody fist, of course with your blood, you knew it was about to connect with your somewhat swollen face. But you couldn’t stop there, you were into deep already. Besides, being a smart ass was in the family.

“Damn, now that.” You spit out a fair amount of blood. “-that was a good hit.” His face was scrunched up again, another swing was coming. “Wait. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Just because my dad’s Dean fucking Winchester you have to be all ‘Hulk Smash!’ and beat the hell out of me? Why don’t we try some non-angry acts, huh Bruce Banner?” A loud sigh came from him as he turned away from you. “For example: there’s no angry way to say bubbles. Maybe that can be our safe word.”

Just as you finished, a sharp object connected with your cheek. You couldn’t You just don’t know when to quit, do ya kid?“ The son of a bitch was bent down in front of you, giving you an intimidating look.

"Never say never. That’s my motto.” Maybe he wasn’t too happy to hear you hadn’t learned when to shut your damn mouth. I mean- it wasn’t 100% that you knew that’s how he felt, but you got a strong feeling when he took the knife from his hand and stuck it all as far as it would go into your thigh.

The loud scream that came from you…you had no control over it.

“Float like a butterfly on fire and sting like a demon with daddy issues.” Between each word was a grunt filled with pain and blood.

“You’re a Winchester-” oh you couldn’t help but cut him off.

“Ten points to Griffindoor. You learn something new everyday.” This time he ignored your remark, realizing him backlashing wouldn’t get him anywhere.

“You’re family were the last ones seen with the demon tablet. Meaning you know where it is.” His words sunk in. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of here alive either way. The tablet was too important, and you’d no doubt run to your dad to tell him to protect it.

“You’re a smart girl. So why don’t you tell me where it is, and we can forget this.”

“Sometimes I use words I don’t understand so I can sound more photosynthesis.” There was no way in hell you were going to tell him where it was.

This was the final straw. Obviously you weren’t about to spill the beans, and he knew that. With both of his hands he tore the top left corner of your shirt, exposing a part of your chest

“You’ve got to at least buy me dinner first.”

Your words were ignored. From the corner of your eye you could see something, a lighter. Shit. Maybe you should’ve kept your mouth shut, as if it were possible.

The pretty perfect lined design on your chest was completely exposed. The second the lighter clicked on you could feel the heat rising near your skin. Then it began.

For a short amount time you held in your screams as the fire burned away at your flesh, ruining the black ink on your skin and disfiguring it at the same time. The scent of burning skin rose to your nostrils.

“Remember that safe word?” Your entire face was sweating, the heat easily continued rising to your face until the lighter clicked off.

“Finally realized what’s good for you?” The smile he wore showed pleasure in winning.

“You can shove it where the sun don’t shine, cupcake.” A wide smile was on your face.

“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you.” The lighter you had grown to hate clicked on again.

“Why wouldn’t I? My crazy uncle everyone warned you about is behind you.” The second the bastard turned around, Sam drove an angel blade into his chest. “It’s about time you guys got here.” Behind your uncle came a storming and pissed off dad. Dean.

“Mind telling me how the hell you ended up in this little situation?” He was right to put it on you. After all, you’d snuck out to go to a high school party. Being 17 was hard…

“I suck at using nice words and Friday is my second favorite word that starts with an 'F’.” From behind your back, a sharp knife was placed on the bindings holding your hands and sliced upwards to free you. “I would say I’m sorry but- I got the party gene from you”

Cas inspected your body, you told him he wasn’t allowed to come up and “bless you with his grace” randomly. He needed permission from you. Not Sam. Or your dad. But you.

“Overall, she’ll be fine. The burns on her chest will need to be treated and the knife will need to be taken out for the wound to be healed and prevent further damage. But she’ll live.” As always he wore a clean trench coat and his blue tie that you loved to mess with.

“Thanks doctor Cas, but I was thinking about living with the knife in my leg. We’ve kind of become intertwined some might say.” Just as you were finishing your sentence, Dean reached down and yanked it out when you were least expecting it. Cas followed right behind him and healed it so it was closed and wouldn’t bleed.

“Son of a-” your dad hated when you cussed. “bubbles.” Sure your leg hurt, but you weren’t about to be a weakling and rely on people to help you walk.

“Well, there officially no way to deny her as my kid.” Your dad followed behind, along with the rest of the Mystery Gang.

“She’s been a badass and a rebel teen who sneaks out for years now.” Sam just acted un-phased by this, there were too many times he had to bail you out in the past.

“Wait- years?”

That night daddy Dean discovered how much like him you really were. Anddddd you were “grounded” for a good month. As if that stopped you from doing what you wanted.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lena calling Kara, Daddy, and it triggers Kara taking her right there in the hallway of her apartment and not even bothering to take her inside.

Rated M for sMut!!

This is the prompt that started it all.

Making this fic for some of my more dirty tumblr prompts! so it may turn into a multi-chap if I feel inspired!

Love Me Harder

Read it on AO3-

Lena has always had a rather … eclectic social media following.

There were those fans who follow her because she’s a Luthor and they expect her to follow in her brother’s footsteps. They’re her least favorite type of fan- all anti-alien and anti-Supergirl; and she makes a point to block them as soon as they show themselves. She doesn’t need that sort of negativity, and neither does Kara. Plus, any sort of contact that reminds her of Lex makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Then there are the fans that have a sort of morbid curiosity about her. Those that are just waiting for her to fall from grace. It’s like her life is a real life reality show that people can’t help but watch.

She opens her Instagram page, eyes widening when she sees the ridiculous amount of notifications.

Ahh, yes - she had added a picture of her and Kara the other day, and there was nothing her fans loved more than a good couple pic.

It isn’t even that ground breading of a picture, they’re eating ice cream for Pete’s sake. But something about the way Kara’s hand is settled possessively around her waist must set people off, because her inbox is full dirty comments, one in particular catching her eye.

“Tell me Lena Luthor doesn’t call Kara Danvers daddy in bed.“

She’s in so much shock that she doesn’t even hear Kara creep up behind her.

“Daddy? Why are they calling me daddy?”

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harry and you were about to go full on daddy kink tonight. you lost ur V to harry so he knows your body probably more than you do. he knows what ticks and what doesn't so when you two do something so intense. it's scary but making you drip. he forces you onto the bed and is about to reconnect his lips harshly but stops. "you remember our safe word right princess?" you nod and he nods. "if you ever need to stop, let me know love." before going full on daddy again and being dom


Sexth Sense

(a Yes Ma’am continuation..sort of)

Warnings: Language, Smut (and everything that comes with it)

Word Count: 2430

A weighted question…..

“Do you trust me?”

The implication of things yet to come lay beneath the surface of the question, taunting you.

An answer…..


The dangerous sense of desire lapped at the base of your spine, titillating your unyielding desire to be touched.

“Yes, what?”
You swallowed, “Yes, sir.” 

Oh how the tables have turned. 

The windows to your bedroom were wide open, dropping the temperature inside to what it was outside, the nightlife sang up to you from the streets of the city as Jimin dimmed the lights until you could barely see around you. A bucket of ice rested on the bedside table next to your head. He smiled fondly at you, reaching out and cupping your cheek in his hand, “Remember the safe word, baby girl?” You exhaled shakily at the contact, closing your eyes, and leaning your cheek onto his palm, “Yes, sir.” The cold air hit your skin as he slipped his hand from your face. You kept your eyes closed, waiting. Maneuvering behind you, he sat up on his knees and lifted the black, satin blindfold over your eyes, knotting it at the back of your head. “That’s not too tight is it, love?” He leaned forward, bracing his cold hands on your bare shoulders. Pressing his lips to your ear, he whispered, “Answer the question, __________.” You shivered in anticipation, a quiet “no sir” slipped past his full lips, the tiniest of whines following shortly after. He crawled out from behind you, “Lay back for me, baby.” He cooed. You unfolded your legs carefully, and slowly lowered yourself until your head rested just below the mound of pillows at the headboard. There was no other movement, save for the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathed in and out. He watched you for a moment as you lay perfectly still, the beauty in the woman he called his lover stirring something hot in the pit of his stomach. “Hands.” He instructed thickly, straddling your hips. You lifted your wrists dutifully, palms together. “You’ll tell me if it’s too tight, won’t you?”  You nodded silently, pulling your bottom lip between your lips. He pulled another piece of black satin from where it rested in the breast pocket of his button down, tying it around your wrists before instructing you to keep you hands under your chin. “Yes sir.” You whimpered.. 

He lifted your wrists above your head, pushing them under the pillows. “Remember to keep your hands up here okay, baby girl?” 
You nodded quietly, nostrils flaring the tiniest bit as you tried to breathe evenly. It was rare occasion that you allowed Jimin to take control in the bedroom, but when he did, it was…….an experience.  You maintaining control when it came to the lovemaking was a sort of security measure for your well being. The feelings and sensations that you experienced when Jimin held the reins were something that you thought could only exist in the deepest, darkest parts of someone’s mind. Jimin’s mind. He became a completely different man. A man with unbridled passion. A man with a fire so wild it incinerated any and everything in its path. The pain that came with being scorched by this fire was an addictive one, one that proved to be a guilty pleasure that made you feel free and alive. You craved for the times where Jimin was like this. Relentless, concentrated, calculated..but wild at the same time. His uncanny ability to remove his carefully constructed calmness was something you admired. No holds barred. Undiluted. Raw. 

He climbed off of you, standing off to the side of the bed, watching the goosebumps form along your skin as your body accustomed to the intense cold in your room. He liked making love in the cold. It was a stark contrast to the heat that came from the love making itself. He stripped himself slowly, reveling in the way the air felt as it swept over his skin. Pulling a cube of ice from the bucket, he returned to you, situating himself before you. “Open.” He instructed. Your legs fell open obediently, and you shivered as the icy night air kissed the wetness between your thighs. Jimin smirked and touched the finger tips of the hand not holding the ice to your inner thigh, chuckling lightly at the way your body jumped under his touch. “Are you ready?” He asked seriously, smile falling from his lips. He always asked you multiple times if you were truly ready to go down that path with him because he wanted to make sure you were actually okay with this…with him. You nodded silently, unable to trust your voice at a time like this. Your teeth were chattering and you could swear that you were starting to lose the feeling in your toes. Were you really ready though? Would anyone really be ready to experience this side of Jimin? The answer is no. No matter how many times you lived through it, you could never fully prepare yourself for him. The thought in itself was a scary one, but one that brought forth a heightened pleasure that you had never been exposed to before the two of you met.

How did you ever survive this world without him? 

“Are you sure?” His concern for your well being was throwing you off. This man was about to give you a whole new meaning of intimacy and he was worried about whether or not you were actually going to let him? Of course you were! You wanted this as much as he did. If not more than he did. “Yes.” You chose to speak this time, so that he’d know that you were for real. You wanted this. Needed it. Yearned for it. “Please…” You added to make sure he got that you were serious. He said nothing in return, but you felt the beginning of the end immediately after you pleaded with him. As soon as the ice touched your core, you wanted to scream. Your breath came out in a a puff of white, visible only to Jimin due to your inability to see past the blind fold. You felt his breath fan out over your core soon after, making you even colder. “Goooooooooood.” You whined. You took it back. You took it all back. You weren’t ready for this. Wasting no time, you felt his tongue on you. Gripping the mattress, you heard the distinct snap of the folded sheet coming loose. His tongue was cold, you were cold, but the delicious feel of him expertly tracing intricate patterns over and around your clit was too good to ignore. The ice moved around your core with his tongue and the colder you got, the more…..apparent his tongue was. 

It was as if he was all you could feel and it was utter bliss. Your hips thrashed as he lapped at your entrance, your composure cracking a fraction. Jimin had barely even slid a finger into you before you felt yourself dangerously tip-toeing to the edge of the darkness in the back of your mind. Another finger and the darkness tugged at you again. A guttural moan ripped itself from the depths of your body as his fingers danced inside of you, the darkness finally swallowing you whole. Somewhere along the line, you’d started to lose your sense of reality. Your body was still in such a shock that you hadn’t realized that Jimin was kissing up your body until you felt his full lips close around an erect nipple. “Fuck…!” You screeched, back arching, pushing your chest closer to his mouth. The ice had long since melted, but his mouth was still freezing. “Jesus…Jimin…please!” You pleaded. This was too much to handle. Too fucking much. Your body was going to shut down soon if he kept this up. “Jim…please..please make love to me.” You whimpered weakly. That’s what you needed now. Not his fingers working you open in slow, meticulous movements. Not his teeth pulling lightly at your nipples. What you needed was for him to fill and feel you. You needed that connection now before you lost yourself completely. 

You needed that connection to anchor you back to the real world. Without a word, he complied. You tugged at the satin sash around your wrists, wanting to loosen it so that you could grab on to something more than the edge of the bed, but he’d made sure it was securely tied, giving you zero room for any sort of movement. Jimin hooked your leg over his hips and rolled his hips forward in a way that had you reeling. How dare he?! If you weren’t selfishly enjoying this, you’d curse him for being able to move his hips like he was. It made you slightly grateful for the fact that he used to be a dancer. His hip movements were staggered and purposeful. leaving you to fall even further into the darkness. With each thrust, his pace changed. It was never the same twice, switching up his rhythm skillfully. It was as if he were dancing. Your body his stage, and the pleasure-filled noises the two of you made were his music. 

Jimin changed his rhythm again, swapping it for one that was a touch more desperate. He pushed harder, hips snapping with a sense of urgency. His composure had finally broken and this was where the wild man you were waiting for took over. He propped himself on an elbow and reached a hand up to close it around your neck. He then kissed you hungrily, selfishly. You could taste mint on his tongue and it made your head swim. Despite the coolness surrounding you, your bodies were heating up with the friction between you. His grip tightened and had you not already not been able to see, your vision would have begun to blur around the edges like it always did. His urgency heightened and he abandoned his hold on your throat to rub quick, tight circles into your clit as he snapped his hips again and again and again. His breath mingled with your own as his lips moved against yours in a kiss hotter than the surface of the sun. Each time he thrust into, it felt as if the wind was being knocked from your lungs, and welcomed the burning in your chest as tears began to form in your eyes. The blindfold was starting to stick to the sides of your face as you cried. This is everything you could have ever wanted. Jimin slick with sweat, panting over you as he satisfied not only himself, but you as well. Your palms itched with the urge to sink your fingers into his flushed skin. You wanted to feel his muscles coil and tense under your touch. But you couldn’t move. 

Not because you had no desire to, but because you were unable to. Overcome with Jimin and his very essence, your body refused to do anything except eagerly push your hips against his. The orgasm building within you was maddening. It burned in the best of ways and made you want to sing to the heavens. The waves of the sensuality that Jimin embodied had crashed down all around you and pulled you under so deep that you were sure you would drown in it. You could hear Jimin clawing at the sheet beside your head and that was your only indicator that he was close to losing it before you were. He wouldn’t leave you behind, he never did, but that didn’t stop the pang of panic from making your chest feel tight. There was a shock of electricity in your clit as he continued to work you closer to the soul shattering, mind bending orgasm you felt looming over you. “Jimin…Jimin…JIminnnnnn…” You chanted his name over and over, each call to him accentuated with a firm thrust of his hips. You felt him spill into you moments later, but he never stopped moving. Your eye twitched under the blindfold, and your toes curled into the sheets, it was coming.

It was coming and it was going to end you. With a screech that left your throat raw, you shattered. Without coaxing you down from your high, Jimin moved away from you and you felt the emptiness of him no longer filling you, and in the lowest of keys, you wanted to cry. The blindfold was ripped from your eyes and you adjusted to the dim lighting of your room. It was only then that your body registered how cold it had gotten. You’d forgotten all about the fact that you were freezing. It had become an after thought, pushed to the back burner of your mind. You shivered almost violently, curling into a fetal position. Jimin turned the lights up and lovingly kissed your forehead before closing the windows and leaving you to shiver alone. 

You were far too cold to move or do anything other than curl in on yourself and shake until your body began to ache. Jimin then returned with two towels and a big bowl of hot water. As he wiped you down, your body began to relax, and you weren’t shivering as hard as you had been. “Was it….?” He didn’t have to finish for you to know where he was going with that question. Sitting up carefully, you looked at him intently. He avoided your gaze, carrying on with his task of wiping you down. “Jimin…look at me.” When he didn’t, you shoved against his chest with your hands. “Jimin..:

He sighed and looked up at you shyly, “One..I need you to untie me.” You shook your bound wrists in front of his face. “Two…it was everything. You know that. It’s was nothing short of amazing.” He pulled your hands down and untied your wrists with a tender touch, raising them to his lips and kissing the sensitive skin. This was nothing new. You were used to having to assure him that he was a lover that surpassed any expectations you could have possibly had. He seemed satisfied with your answer, because he pulled you to him and hugged you to his body. “You’re freezing.” He commented. “Yeah, no shit Einstein.” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, the action vibrating against your cheek. 

He kissed the top of your head and rubbed his hands over your arms to warm you up, “I love you..sometimes.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and your own lips pulled up at the corners. “I love you too…..sometimes.”


First Attempt at my first Mini Series

Club Mirage 01

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: M

Written by: xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

Hearing of a new club in town, your best friend F/N asked you for a week to go with her and try it out this weekend. You weren’t much of a party go-er or the one to go out every weekend. You always enjoyed being wrapped up inside your comforter and reading a book or doing Friday’s homework for extra credit. Every time she has asked you to go with her, she would try different approaches when you would say ‘No’

It was a casual Friday afternoon when you were sitting in the library studying your notes for Monday’s quiz. Your hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail and your glasses hung low on the bridge of your nose while your clothes were simple enough as a plain tshirt and plain jeans with comfortable tennis shoes. You felt a presence beside you but didn’t bother looking to see who or what it was. 

“Please go with Y/N, I don’t want to go by myself.” your friend F/N whines as she pouted her bottom lip. 

You sighed rubbing your temples in small circles as you were gradually getting annoyed with the question. “F/N..I already you.” You began to say for the 100th time that day as you stood up grabbing your things and headed out with F/N hot on your trail. “I don’t go to parties or clubs or anything of that nature.” you tell her yet again that day as you make your way outside onto your college campus.

“But Y/N…pleaaassseee!” She begs you as she pulls you around to face her. You exhale deeply and look at her. Your about to say something but she cuts you off. “I’ll do anything you want for a week if you go with me..” she bribed.

“Anything?” you questioned liking the idea a little too much but how far was she willing to go.

F/N nodded getting excited. “Anything! If you don’t like it we can leave. I promise.” she said as you tell by the look of it, she was internally praying to herself. 

A sigh of defeat escaped your lips. “Fine! But if I don’t like it we are leaving F/N.” you tell her as she chants excitedly ‘Yes!’ as she jumps up and down and links arms with you. 

“This is going to be so much fun!” she exclaims pulling you close as you laugh and shake your head. 

Later that night, you met up with F/N at this new club she was so interested in and wanted you to tag along. She was standing in line by the time you had arrived. She noticed you as she flagged at you and when you stood before her, her mouth dropped slightly. “Damn, Y/N…you clean up well.” she stated. 

You scoffed smacking her arm. “Close your mouth before flies get in it.” you tell her.

F/N wore a tight black bodycon dress that fit her perfectly as well as matching black stilettos. You wore almost the same thing except yours was red and red decent sized heels and you decided to wear your contacts for once. You swallowed nervously as this was out of your comfort zone. You ran a hand through your hair that you decided to wear down. You looked around and thankfully you didn’t know anyone from class here. That’s a relief. 

The closer the both of you got to the entrance the better you got a good look at the name above the bodyguard guarding the entrance. 


When you got to the front, the bodyguard was buff and towered over you. He gave you and your friend a piece of paper as you and F/N were guided into a separate area although you could hear the bass of the music from within. The room that you both sat in had several round tables and matching couches as the chairs surrounding each glow in the dark tables. The tables lit up because of the way the lighting looked in the dark lit room. It was as if the lighting was a black light. 

When you and F/N sat around of the empty tables, you both placed your paper on the table and could finally see what was written on the blank piece of paper. Your heart dropped and fell it was a heavy weight in your chest as you began to read what it states. The longer you read it, the more you felt uneasy.


The rules are simple, do not degrade, humiliate, or go without a safe word. If Angels say the safe word, the Devils must comply and stop. If the Devils want to see your face, he or she can take your mask off ONLY with your permission. Those who choose to be the Devil will wear the dark mask as provided as you claim to be Dominant within the rules and regulations of CLUB MIRAGE. Those who choose to be the Angel will wear the white mask as provided as you claim to be Submissive within the rules and regulations of CLUB MIRAGE. Every Devil is different. Every Angel is different. Every Devil has a right to punish their Angel to how they see fit as long as you remember no degrading, humiliation, or go against the safe word. By wearing these chosen masks, you accept your role. 

You swallowed as you finished your paragraph and saw where you had to sign at the very bottom. You looked up at F/N as you watched her hurriedly fill it out as she grabbed a black mask. Your palms were getting sweaty as you picked up the pen F/N just used and signed your paper with your name. After you signed it, you picked up a white mask. 

The person who led you to the room you were currently in, was now going around the room collecting the now signed papers. You were to focused watching the man to know you were now being separated from F/N because of your chosen masks. 

You put your white mask on and tried not to panic even though you felt as if your heart was going to fall out of your chest any minute. You looked around for F/N but she was gone. You stood up but the man who had brought you to the room and collected the papers grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Angels go this way.” he stated as you stood there frozen and nodded before entering into another room.

This time the room was much bigger. There were several bars which were crowded by both black and white masked people. A DJ stood on a tier just above the dance floor pit that was centered in the large room. However, next to the walls you could see peoples shadows within the curtains separating into small rooms with only the curtain to block what is inside each one. The shadows were intimate to say the least and you licked your dry lips as you casually walked up to one of the secluded bars in the room away from people. Looking around from where you stood by the bar, you could see a staircase but it looked like you needed access to go higher than this floor. Well you didn’t plan on staying long enough to find out what is up there. 

Your eyes scanned the room when you noticed F/N dancing with a Red and White mask. Red.You didn’t see anything in the paperwork you just signed about anything of a Red mask. “F/N!!” you try shouting over the music but the music was too loud. You start to make your way to her, shouting her name. “F/N!” you shout another time before knocking into someone by accident causing the person to dump their drink on themselves. Black. You immediately apologize for your rude mistake but the man wasn’t having it. 

“So an Angel thinks she can just waltz into people and get away with it?” he questioned his tone dripping with authority. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you.” you say to him but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along with him. 

“Guess I will have to teach you a lesson.” he growled as you panicked and started to fight his tug. 

“I said I was sorry! Let me go!” you yell at him. 

“There you are kitten. What did Daddy say about running off? Hmm.” another guy with a Black mask directed at you as he pulled you into him away from the man tugging you away. 

You paused. That voice was familiar. Oh no. You didn’t dare make eye contact with the person who just saved you. 

“That’s my Angel! Find another one!” the man who was dragging you along yelled at the guy beside you as he tried to grab you but the guy blocked him. 

“Find another one. This one’s taken.” the guy said pulling you with him and sat behind one of the curtain like rooms beside the walls. He sat down across from you as he ushered you to sit as well. 

You sit and stare at him for a moment. “Um..T-Thanks..” you say to him, avoiding his hot gaze. 

Jimin. The one who just saved you from that rude man. Jimin. The school’s frat boy. Jimin. The school’s jock. Jimin. The guy who have had a long secret crush on.

His glare was chilling. He didn’t look away except adding a smirk to his glare. “So Y/N….what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, his black mask hiding his face. 

Your eyes widened. Shit. “How did you know my name?” 

He chuckled. “Does it matter?”

Yes. “No..I suppose not.” you voiced with a little shakiness. 

“You didn’t answer my question Y/N…” his voice changing a bit. 

Your gaze caught him. “What question?” you asked playing dumb. 

He scoffed. “What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked again.

“I was brought here with a friend but we got separated…” you start to say but what does it matter. “Why?” you questioned. 

He was scooting closer to you now but stopped at arms length away facing you. Your cheeks begin to blush. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home studying Y/N..” he started to taunt you. You froze as you narrowed your eyes a fraction. “I bet you’re still a virgin…so why Y/N..are you…in a place…like this?” he teased into your ear as you blushed away from him but he grabbed your wrist and kept you in. 

You were done for. He knew who you were even with the stupid mask on. “I..uh..I wanted to see what it was since it’s a new attraction in town Jimin.” you spat at him getting irritated that he was making you flustered on purpose. 

He didn’t take it too kindly when you said his name in a tone. “Since we know each other then, how about we take off these masks.” he asked but came out more like a statement. 

No. “Okay.” you agreed but didn’t move because he had already beat you to it. He pulled your mask off and then with his. 

When your eyes met his, he paused, but you didn’t break the eye contact. “What’s upstairs?” you questioned him. 

“You’re not ready for that yet.” he said mono toned. 

“And why not? I’m an adult, I’m a big girl Jimin, I’m not afraid of you.” you challenged getting angry. 

He pulled you into his lap so fast and pinned your wrists behind your back as his other hand brushed against your body. The hairs on your arms stood up, a shiver going down your spine. He looked you dead in the eye. “Oh really? So you would be okay with going upstairs with me following my commands, being rewarded or punished for the things you do or say? You would be okay with bending over my thighs to spank you and tease you? You would be okay if I made you unpure?” he whispered so that his breath was glazing your face. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw that you were blushing like a red tomato. 

You were in a trance and frozen. Maybe because your mind was telling you that this was your crush since forever. You gulped. He leaned in closer enough to barely touch your lips. “Let’s go upstairs then and see if you still want this..” he said pushing you off of him, having you already flustered and unbalanced self follow him up the stairs to what looked like Tier One. 

He stopped at a doorway that was locked and entered a pass code before the door allowed entry. As you walked through the door, you noticed a sign above the large door. You bit your bottom lip. 

Level One: Darkest Fantasies


sorry, forgot to introduce myself. call me jesus. (x)

Velvety Pain (Orson Krennic x Reader) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by benmendelsohnappreciation

Summary: Orson Krennic is a powerful and resourceful man, but life has certainly not been presented on a silver platter for him. He’s worked himself up from nothing and he takes pride in that. Of course he does. But he has one weakness he’ll do anything to keep a secret.

A/N: Just a little something, something that my brain cooked up. I’m trash, what can I say? *shrugs*

Tags: @socktrollqueen @queencobblefreezestuff @missmendelsohn @ohyouloveus @ben-mendelsohn-trash @my-forbidden-fantasies @sharknadoslut @slut-garden @allwillendindoom @mugsysam @blueeyesbaelish @maddyevans16

Warnings: Smut, OOC, Sub!Krennic, Dom!Reader, BDSM, Bondage, Whipping, Choking, Reader On Top.

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Hold Me Tight | Jimin x Reader

Ch.2 | Symptoms 

Rated Mature - implied smut with set up for future chapters

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

There is a time and a place for everything. Except to Park Jimin who makes you create time and place out of thin air until there’s really no argument to stand on. He’d heard about you from a friend, someone like himself who thought it ought to do him some good to- anyway, this is where it begins.

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Club Mirage 03

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Written by: xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

The walk home was quiet and short given the fact that your campus isn’t that far. Though you when you got home you didn’t realize your panties were soaked. ‘What the hell..’ you thought to yourself when you were changing your clothes. As you lay in bed, your mind rotates on replay of the events inside that room.

His simple but yet erotic touches were enough to get you wet and he wasn’t even doing anything. Just the thought of it being Jimin, your crush since a long time was giving you this weird electric feeling in the pit of your stomach but you also knew he probably only saw you as just another girl on his bedpost. And that harsh reality was depressing. So when you were getting bothered by the thought, you blocked it out and closed your eyes.

The next day, you rolled around your place being lazy. The first thing you did was take a shower and clear your mind. As hours passed, the time was getting close. You hadn’t heard from F/N all day so you questioned whether you should go or just stay home. You sighed.

You threw on something similar to what F/N wore yesterday and headed out. When you got to the Club Mirage, the bodyguard must have recognized you because he handed you a white mask. It startled you that he could remember from just a small moment. With shaky clammy hands, you grabbed the white mask he offered and immediately put it on as you walked inside.

The room you were in yesterday when you signed the papers, was gone. You swore the room you were standing in was that room, only it wasn’t. This room was a big curtain sized room as if everyone was sharing their intimate acts in an open room. How can a room like that change so fast? Maybe that’s why it was name Mirage. You would never admit it, but you thought it was cool.

“You shouldn’t wear something like that.” A voice came behind you.

You turned around to see who owned the voice. Jimin. You bit your lip. “Why not?” You asked him.

He gripped your wrist and leaned in as if he was going to kiss you so you closed your eyes waiting.


So you opened your eyes to see him towering over you with a smirk plastered on his face. He never answered your question. “Let’s begin our lesson.” He started as he tugs you back to the room you were in last night.

“Strip.” He demanded as soon as you stepped inside the room. His aura immediately changed the moment he came into the room. When you just stared at him, he barked at you. “I’m not going to tell you again Y/N.”

You jump from his tone so you removed the white mask and unzipped your dress to the point it would fall easily to the ground. You stepped out of your heels and sidestepped your clothes. You stood there exposed. Vulnerable. You met his intense stare as you watched him remove his mask but he remains clothed. You share this silent erotic moment together as you watch his eyes dance across your figure, licking his lips. And then he slowly stalks forward to you. Your gaze follows him.

Jimin grazes a hand down your body sending shivers across your body as he snakes his hand across and down your back just before he holds his hand firmly still on your right cheek. Your breath hitches in your throat.


You leaned forward a little. “Ow! That hurt Jimin!” You whinced as you went to massage where he just spanked you but he swats your hand away.

“It’s supposed to hurt but it’s also pleasureable.” He tells you as he turns around to the wall that hung the weird items you noticed last night. You didn’t see what he grabbed from the wall but when he came back, you stared at the item in his hand. “I’m going to study you.” He says.

You looked at him strangely. “S-Study me?” You question him as he brought the blindfold out in front of him.

“As part of being submissive, I need to know your body’s limit. In other words, I need to know what you can endure in order for you to submit properly.” He educates you. He places the blindfold over your eyes.

Black. Your sight gone.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He doesn’t make a sound but you know he’s in the room and with the blindfold on taking away from your vision, you begin to panic. The intense awareness. You could hear him chuckle from what sounded like behind you. You turn around and hold your arm out to touch him.


“Jimin?” You whispered, but you didn’t move. Silence. You chose your hearing as an advantage. If you listened carefully, you could hear him laughing quietly to himself. “J-Jimin…please say something..” you voiced out of nervousness.

And then you feel his presence in front of you. “I haven’t even done anything and the blindfold already has you riled up. Relax.” He tells you as he pulls you into him just to remove the blindfold from your eyes. “I want to see your face.” He whispers before he pushes you to bend over the couch. “Remember your safe word.”

You grip the headrest of the couch as you were bending over it. You felt one of his hands move down your back. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he applied soft butterfly kisses on your skin. The hand on your back was now snaking its self further down but he remained on your neck and ear. His hand stilled, resting on your core. You froze, tensing up.

“Relax Y/N. Submit your mind and body to me.” He whispers against your ear. He rubs your clit in small erotic circles. You quietly moaned beneath him. Slowly submitting yourself to him. Jimin moved his butterfly kisses down your back until he was now kneeling behind you, spreading your lower half apart. You blush. “Do not move.” He warns you.

And you don’t. You’re too scared and then his lips are kissing your core. Not rough. No. It was sensual. The type of way a lover treats you right before they make love to you. He flattens his tongue across your core as he laps you up. He devours you slowly and sensually before you felt the most forbidden thing. He slipped a finger into your wet core. You can hear his slurping and sucking. The noise itself turning you on. You moan quietly. You then start to feel this electric feeling in the pit of your stomach. He adds another finger slowly. The stretch was tight and you gripped the headrest and arched your arched your back. He never moved. You were about to come undone when he pulled away as you were left whimpering at the loss of contact.

He hands you your clothes and mask. “First assignment and be a good girl. Do not relieve yourself.” He warns you and left you there fuming in rage.


Calfreezy x Reader #7

Warnings: unless you’re a kinky fucker don’t read this. If you are then welcome to hell my friends 

Requested: yuuuussss by @sidemen-basic @sidewomanxix and @itsnotallsunshineandfairytales


You were sat on your boyfriend’s couch bored out of your mind. You were over at his house and theoretically spending time with him but apparently, he was still editing, at least that’s what he said an hour ago. He told you it would only take 15 mins, but clearly, it was taking much longer. You let out a sigh knowing he probably got way too wrapped up in his work. That was the thing with Cal, he was so guilty of over-working and it ended up with the two of you rarely spending time together. You got tired of it, and so you walked to his room wanting to see what he was actually doing. Not to your surprise, you saw him sat at his desk, his editing program open on the center screen.

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Where Did You Sleep Last Night? 

Chapter 4

Characters: Jaebum x Reader ft. BamBam

Warnings: ✘ Angst, Smut, Dom!Jaebum, Daddy Kink, Slight Bondage ✘

Word Count: 1,809

Once inside the house, Jaebum sat down on the couch with you. He held you close cooing to you gently as you cried. “It’s okay baby” He said softly as your sobs grew louder. You just shook your head, trying to stop crying. Did he really believe what Bambam told him? He seemed so upset still, even with the excuse. Jaebum just sat there with you, comforting you until you finally stopped crying. 

“I’m sorry” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from crying. You cleared your throat so you could continue. “I didn’t mean to..I mean..I should have texted..Or..I don’t know” You said pathetically. Jaebum just looked at you, waiting for you to say something coherent. When he saw you had given up, he straightened up, his jaw clenching. 

“Y/N..Is what Bambam said really true?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. He knew you weren’t good at lying and was obviously ready for answers. 

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anonymous asked:

I may not be able to write sin but you can, and you are just so amazing. I have to know how would the underfell, swapfell, and undertale bros react to a s/o is a sub who loves rough sex but never uses the safe word. Like never ever, to the point where the skelly thinks they forgot it. Keep up the fantastic work!!!- @crappyartforyou


I’m happy to see you on my blog, fam! 

Nsfw. Mobile link.

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anonymous asked:

RapMon smut where the two of you watch a movie and a sex scene comes on so the two of you copy the scene if that makes sense?

Yes love~^^

I open my closet door pacing around as I find something to wear. My boyfriend Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster is coming over to day so that we can watch movies and spend a day together. It’s been months since I seen him and I want to look good for him. But it seems nothing I look at or try on is good enough today.

I sigh once my eyes rake over my closet once more, feeling myself becoming frustrated I give up putting on a short pink sun dress that comes down to my mid thigh. I hear the door bell ring as soon as I start to turn my curlers on trying to fix my hair a bit. But that’s so Namjoon to show up when I least expect it. I turn them off running out of my room and down the hall past my front room to open my door.

Namjoon is standing there in full black. Black long sleeved shirt black choker, black baggy skinny jeans and black timberlands. I shiver inwardly as I take him in my mouth becoming dry at just looking at him. My eyes rake back up to his face, his smiling dimples and silver hair. I giggle ruffling it and he pulls me towards him embracing me in a hug as he places a sweet kiss on my lips. I moan softly missing the feel of his lips on mine. He breaks the kiss stepping back to look down at me a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’ve missed you jagi.. Your still so beautiful.” He says picking me up carrying me into the house pulling a yelp from my lips and a blush on my cheeks.

“I’ve missed you too sexy.” I hum as he shuts the door laughing at me.

“So what are we going to watch today?” I ask him as I grab his hand once his shoes are off tugging him to my couch in front of my big flat screen that’s placed on the wall.

“It is my turn isn’t it??” He says as he wraps a arm around my waist and I curl up to his side.

“Yeah yeah don’t play innocent.” I say jabbing his side and he giggles kissing my head.

“Well there is one movie.. It should be out on demand now..” He trails off and I raise an eyebrow.

“Ok give me the name.” I say grabbing the remote from the floor browsing til I get to my demand.

“It’s called fifty shades of grey.” Rap Monster says and I will myself not to blush. I read the books. Hell that alone made me want to whine for Namjoon whenever he was away. But I nod my head buying the movie as he holds me closer to him.

When it starts off my body relaxes a bit its nothing more then your typical love story with a bunch of fucking. Even the first few sex scenes are ok. But it gets to one in particular. She’s blindfolded and forced to listen to music while he teases her body strapping her down so she can’t touch herself. And she takes it. Brave girl.

“—.” The way Rap Monster says my name with a deep husky voice has my insides churning.

“Neh?” I ask him keeping my eyes on the screen to afraid to meet his heated stare.

“Let’s do that.” He says his hand rubbing up and down my leg lifting my dress a bit.

“Monster. No.” I say my body wanting to do it but my mind trying to escape.

“Come on baby. I want you. I’ve missed you. And it’s been a while since I was your master. You know you want it.” He says nibbling on my ear and I whine myself restraint giving in.

“B-but I don’t.. I never remember my safe word.” I say trying to create any excuse.

“Jagiya you know I’m only here for a week. Don’t be like this you know I won’t hurt you. I just wanna make you cum.” He says and I moan out loud dropping my head.

“Ok ok fine! But when I use the safe word you stop!” I say to him and he nods his head.

He stands up holding his hand out to me and I take it letting him pull me down the hall to my room. Luckily for me we have everything we need because of the simple fact that we are both kinky and whenever Rap Monster wants to fuck you that’s when you fuck and you don’t question him on what he’s doing to you unless you either want to A. not cum or B. be left sore for the next few days.

I stand in the middle of the room as Namjoon walks around not saying a word just getting everything ready. He places the blindfold a pair of beats, and the cuffs on the bed along with a pink medium sized box and a ridding crop and a whip. He hums softly as he sits down besides his items taking his phone out to play on it.

Once he’s done he gets rid of his shirt and he comes up to me with a wild dangerous smirk his attitude changing.

“Kneel.” He commands and I nod my head getting on my knees looking to the ground. The ironic part about this is I have to get in this position even when we aren’t acting out a movie.

“Safe word?” He asks me as he walks around me. I think about it for a second my eyes scanning over everything.

“Minnie.” I whisper softly a blush creeping on my face. Namjoon freezes and I don’t have to look up to know he’s blushing at the pet name I only used on him once when I dominated him.

“Ok. From now on until we are finished you will address me as sir or master or daddy if you prefer. I don’t care I just want to hear those beautiful moans from those sinful lips.” He says walking to the bed.
He picks the blindfold up as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Get up pet.” He says and I do as told standing up on my feet. Namjoon cocks his head to the side going to the pink box opening it pulling out a collar and leash.

“That’s not in the movie.” I state and Namjoon grabs me by my throat putting his face in mine.

“Did I tell you to speak?” He asks me his voice threatening and icy.

“N-no master.” I say softly looking off.

“Don’t let it happen again.” He says and I nod my head. He lets my throat go putting my purple leash on me that grazes my throat digging into my skin a bit but it’s not to bad. And he connects my white leash to it tugging me forward a bit.

He kisses my lips and I keep my hands at my sides as he places the blindfold over my eyes his lips molding with mine. He breaks the kiss walking behind me as he starts to pull at the hem of my dress his fingers teasing my skin on purpose.

“Do you know what I am gonna do to you and that tight little pussy of yours. How desperate I’m going to make you? Hmm I’m going to drive you crazy past the point of no return and then only then will I burry myself balls deep inside of you and make you cum on my dick back to back. I won’t stop until I break you. That is of course if you can hang that long. Arms up.” Namjoon says teasing me. I grit my teeth promising myself I won’t loose as the dress comes over my head. I shiver at the cold and I can feel how wet my panties are when I shift my weight to my left leg.

Namjoon gropes my breast his chest against my back and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Let me hear you.” He commands grabbing at my nipples through my bra and I moan out his name hanging my head down.
Namjoon chuckles grabbing my hand and he leads me to my bed.

He lays me down after he takes my bra and panties off and he hooks the cuffs around my wrist connecting them to the headboard. He cuffs both of my legs spread apart to a spreader bar and places it down on the bed.

I lay there panting already anticipation drumming through my bones through my pulse as I listen to him move around the bed. The next thing I feel is beats being placed on my ear.

Namjoon’s voice fills my ears and my favorite song expensive girl plays first.

I bite my lips as I listen to his deep rapper voice as his hands trails some oil from the top of my neck down past my breast circling my nipples down to my pussy and his fingers rest on my entrance before he pulls back. I lay there as he climbs on top of me his mouth sucking at my left nipple slowly biting and pulling on it with his teeth. He sucks on my nipple trailing his tongue to lick at my areola before he starts to just suck and mark my left breast. He removes his mouth once he is satisfied and I feel a cool clamp being placed on my nipples.

I arch my back giving up at moan as he kisses his way to the valley of my breast and then to my right nipple. He treats it the same with his tongue giving me teasing sucks and licks as his hand pulls at the clamp that’s placed on my left nipple. I whine throwing my head back as he blows cool air on my nipple before he places another clamp on my right one,

He kisses down my body slowly his tongue gliding over to mark every ounce of skin. He stops at my belly button biting into it as he dips his tongue into it. I feel my legs tense up as he slides his tongue down farther licking across my V-line.

I with I could move to hold him touch him or touch myself in this case. My hands ache and twitch so much that I have to clasp them together to keep sane. Namjoon pulls away leaving me alone and panicky as his mix tape starts to play.

Listening to his rap alone can make me cum on spot. I try to close my legs my body twisting and writhing but a hand lays flat on my stomach stopping my movement.

I feel the ridding crop slam down against my clit and I yell out arching my back. Namjoon does it again before he leans down sucking away the sting on my clit. I scream softly as his tongue circles my clit slowly sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me.
Namjoon moves away from me once again. And then I feel his hand come down to my entrance. He circles one finger there before he removes it sliding a vibrating dildo inside of me that has bumps and rides.  He turns it on and the machine starts out slow thrusting into me then it starts to twist and spin inside of me stimulating the feeling of someone grinding there hips into me.

“FUCK PLEASE!” I yell out not knowing what I’m begging for. I don’t feel hands on me for a while the thing just thrusts into me hitting deep inside of my walls stretching me out. I think it won’t get any worse but then I feel the spreader bar being lifted.

Namjoon raises to until it is bending me in half the bar resting in my cuffed hands and I take that as a sign that he wants me to hold it. At this new position the dildo jams harder into me hitting my spot and cries leave my lips.

“OH MY GOD PLEASE LET ME CUM SIR!” I yell thrashing my head but still no replies. I don’t know what that means but I decide that maybe he will just be nice and let me cum. My toes curl up as I arch my back my orgasm approaching me but he takes the vibrator from me quickly and I cry out as my orgasm leaves me.

I feel the whip come down on my ass cheeks next. I groan holding the spreader bar tighter as he whips me my ass stinging with every blow he delivers to me.

He runs his hands up and down my ass cheek before I feel the crop coming down to hit at my ass cheeks. He alternates between soft flicks of his wrists and hard hits that leave me gasping and trembling as my juices slide down from my pussy to my ass.

I feel the bed dip but after a couple of minutes nothing happens so I relax myself. Namjoon grabs at my ass cheeks squeezing them before he spreads them wide.

I bite my lips wondering what he will do but he just lets the air blow on my ass hole. And then I feel his tongue probing at my entrance.

“M-master please! N-not there!” I whine and a slap is delivered to my ass from his hand. I whimper as my flesh stings from the impact of his hit my eyes watering slightly from the pain.

Namjoon pushes his tongue inside of my asshole licking it tracing it against my walls. I can’t help the way I clench and squeeze around his tongue because I’m not use to it being back there. It feels foreign.

Namjoon tongue my hole down lathering me up and getting me ready. He pushes the vibrator into my ass turning it on. I groan as my ass starts to get stretched my tight hole throbbing as he turns the machine back on. Once again it pushes deep into my hole pounding my walls and I try to squirm but it doesn’t help because I almost lose the spreader bar from my grip and I know he’ll be pissed.

Namjoon slides his tongue up and down my slit slowly. He bites into my pussy lips before his tongue swipes across my clit sucking on it. I sigh in pleasure a bit of frustration building in me because in the movie the girl had already came at least twice by now! Namjoon wipes all thoughts from my mind when he slides his tongue inside of my pussy flicking it fast against my spot.

“Hnn~ Ahh HA!” I cry out arching my back my breaths becoming short pants and gasps.

I feel Namjoon press a vibrator against my clit ripping more cries from my chapped bruised lips that I’ve bite so much on. I feel tears sliding down my cheek from being over stimulated my body frozen as my blood boils from the pleasure I feel.

I feel my wrist starting to burn from how hard I’m pulling at the cuffs cutting them. I shiver softly the pain turning me on more as Rap Monster’s deep voice fills my ears.

All of a sudden the music stops. And then just like the music Namjoon pulls away from me with the vibrator and slides the dildo out of me.

“NOO!” I wail crying as my orgasm slips away from me being so close yet so far away. My body trembles as tears pour from my eyes. I feel the headphones being taken off of my ears and I turn my head to the side not wanting to feel his touch if I can’t cum.

“I told you to use the safe word. You know I would’ve stopped. But you love it don’t you. You want more. You want my hard cock pressed deep inside of you don’t you?” Namjoon asks jerking at my leash making me arch my back and a pathetic moan falls from my lips.

“Y-yes.” I moan as he slides a hand down my leg.

“Yes?” He asks me slapping the back of my thigh.

“Yes daddy.” I hear him groan and that brings a little joy to my insides knowing he will hurry up.

He moves from me and I hear his feet shuffle a bit. I wait there calming my breath my legs starting to ache from this position. My nipples are getting sorer from the clamp that has been left to rest on them. I feel the bed dip in and then I feel legs against the back of my legs. I sigh in content as Namjoon settles himself between me.

He grabs at my legs and he rubs his dick up and down my slit. I moan softly trying to use whatever strength I can find to buck my hips up but nothing works. Namjoon chuckles pressing the head of his dick against my clit and I can feel him starting to fist himself until precum is sliding down my slit.

“Are you gonna beg?” He asks me as he pushes into my entrance fisting himself harder a moan slipping from his lips.

“Master please!” I start as I arch my back. He pushes into me and pulls circling his dick around my entrance.

“I taught you how to be filthy.” He says leaning down to kiss me quickly.

“BURRY YOUR COCK INSIDE OF ME!” I shout at him and I hear him intake breath.

“How you want it?” He asks deeply.

“Fuck me hard!” I beg.

“Want it rough?” He asks.

“Fucking pound it.” I say and he growls.

Namjoon slams his cock into my walls burying himself deep into me wasting no time drilling into my heat. I moan feeling so full as his girth slides in and out of my pussy leaving no inch untouched. I lick my lips yelling his name when he drags his nails down the underside of my legs marking me. I feel Namjoon place his lips on mine, his tongue tracing against mine.

He claims dominance over me quickly sucking on my tongue as he leans up taking the spreader bar from my hands holding them to my cuffed arms as he moans my name slamming his hips down into mine. He pulls all the way out and slams back in landing on my spot.

“DADDY!!” I let out a scream/cry of pleasure squeezing my pussy around him.

“Does that little bitch like this?” He asks jerking on my leash with one hand the collar cutting off my breath as I roll my eyes back.

“Y-YES DADDY FUCK ME HARDER!” I cry out my throat cracking and starting to sting.

“Good girl.” He groans tapping on my clit with the leash a bit. He groans starting to become more sloppier with his thrusts but still hitting my spot none the less. I can tell he is close. He starts to grind his hips deep into me his balls smacking my ass.

He grabs my leash tighter shoving the spreader bar back in my hand as he rubs my clit fast with his fingers.

“C-CAN I?!“ I ask not being able to finish my sentence my words jumbling together and all I can think about is how fucking good he feels filling me up over and over again.

"Cum on my cock. Daddy will reward you.” He says pulling my leash harder as he bites on my bottom lip tugging it his veins throbbing inside of me. The mere thought of him filling me with cum as well as how he pulls my breath from me is enough to send me over the edge.

“DADDY NAMJOON!!” Is the only thing I can cry out when he releases the leash letting me breathe again. My orgasms slams into me harder making my toes curl dangerously.

Namjoon pulls off my nipple rings and my whole body starts to tingle as he keeps drilling into me his fingers not letting up on my clit. He makes sure to push me past my breaking point, his mix of dirty words with him pulling on my leash again sends me back over the edge and I’m crying tears of pain and pleasure as my orgasm rocks back through me my pussy and clit becoming over sensitive.

“–!” Namjoon groans ask he continues to pound into me milking me with his seed. He grinds his hips deep into me again before he pulls out of me with a huff.

He groans and the spreader bar comes from my legs and I let them drop limply against the bed. He takes blindfold off smiling down at me and I damn near cum again. His hair is plastered to his face as beads of sweat rolls down his naked body his eyes sparkling and satisfied those dimples on display. He lets my wrist go from the handcuffs cursing.

“You should’ve fucking used the safe word!! What did I tell you!” Namjoon scolds me as he starts to clean me up placing me in the tub after he runs my bath water.

“I forgot the safe word.” I admit and he walks off groaning getting a towel as he starts to wash me up and soothe my pain.

Just Friends - Part 7

Again, I have to thank my girl @letojokerownsme for getting me through this emotional roller coaster of a chapter, for her editing skills, support and suggestions…that always add the perfect bit of spice to this gumbo of a story.

Jared slips his arm from under her head, an attempt not to wake her.  “Go back to sleep,” he whispers, his attempt unsuccessful.  She pulls her aching body into a sitting position, rubbing her swollen eyes.

“I need to talk to Shannon,” she whispers, trying to ignore her aching muscles and slips out of bed, wincing in pain immediately.  “I have to fix this.”

“No!” Jared demands, forcing her to lie back down, his brothers request for time ringing through his mind.  “Baby, please just lie back down.  Get some rest.  Do you really want to put yourself through that again…I mean after last night?”

“Why does every muscle in my body ache?” She mumbles to herself.  “I feel like I tried to run three marathons in a fucking day.”

Jared smiles and kisses her nose.  “The Jared marathon, baby,” he teases, earning a smile from her.

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