Stop the world I wanna get off with you

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.

wc: 7.2k

warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.

(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕

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You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.

"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.

"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.

There was only one place you'd find him now.

You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.

You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.

sungchan's arms

getting a note on a super old post

reblog to slap op with some paper in the wind

A Few Tips All Writers Should Remember:

·Write to your comfort level. Meaning: give yourself a break when you need it and push yourself when you’re feeling motivated.

·Seek out sources of motivation. There are very few times when motivation hits me out of nowhere. Read a good book. Watch a good movie. Write down your goals.

·Find your space. Coffee shop. Library. Your room with the music blasting and the TV playing your favorite show. Find whatever gets you in the right headspace.

·Your first draft is just the first draft. Too many writers stress out about the first draft and they forget it’s just the first step in completing your novel. You can add to it, build from it, or toss it away completely.

·You will be rejected. Even if you write the next big hit, you’ll be rejected. Read the reviews for some of your favorite books—I guarantee someone HATED it. Not everyone will like your work, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.

·Write advice isn’t for everyone. There’s no one-size-fits-all plan for writers. Pick and choose advice that works for you, ignore what doesn’t. Not everything will relate directly to you and your style of writing.

·It’s okay to stay in. Want a night to yourself so you can write? Don’t be afraid to cancel your plans and focus on your writing hobby. You don’t have to feel guilty about wanting to work on your writing.

·Let ideas settle. It’s tempting to jump right in to a new writing idea, but let things settle for a bit. Brainstorm. See what comes next. An idea needs to have legs and it needs to take your story somewhere. Let it grow.

·Outlines aren’t set in stone. Be flexible with your outlines. Plan if you need to, but allow yourself to explore new ideas. Let your story go in an unexpected direction.

-Kris Noel

These are some great points. I still haven’t found my space though. The rejection point is a lesson that is hard learned and learning to say “no, sorry I can’t go out tonight, I’m writing” is a constant battle. 

Right on Top of Yours

pairing: Anton x fem!reader

warning: smut! oral, tongue sucking, unprotected sex, couch sex i could never abandon you

wc: 2.1k

a/n: happy birthday king! niki title references make a comeback djfhksdfls

Smut Shots: Kitten | NSFW

Pairing: Johnny Suh of NCT x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 3,354 Genre: little slice of life-ish, one shot, drabble, smut, PWP. Warnings:  loosely in the idol AU, Johnny mentions being a performer, home on break, childhood friends, first time hook up, cursing.

Summary: Johnny is a childhood friend that sometimes crashes at your downtown apartment when he is in town and goes out drinking with friends. Because your place is quiet and you don’t crowd him, and you always have a magical touch that puts him right to sleep.

🗝️ Note: Hi! I am finally clearing out my WIPs, this is the first in a series of smut one shots, blatantly (uncreatively) titled; Smut Shots. Mostly PWP, or the barest of plots for when you just need a literary quickie. Brace yourselves, there is quite the backstock on these, that I just didn't know what to do with for the last two years. Per usual, no beta reader on this, its a drabble so anticipate minor grammatical and spelling errors. Let me know if there is anything egregious.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted in this story. 

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Johnny wanders out of your guest room and office combination that he had practically crawled into at three in the morning.

You watch him from your peripheral as you continue to quietly food prep for the upcoming work week.

“Can you come take a nap with me?”

“What?”

You push a laugh through your nose, glancing in his direction.

Johnny groans, shuffling closer to tug you by the ditch of your elbow, “please I can’t fall back asleep, just come stroke my hair?”

“Johnny, I thought you slept over here to be left alone.”

You seal the lid to the chicken salad and set the utensils in your sink to wash your hands.

“Just- please, it’s strange…being without any of the members for the past week.”

Johnny peeks at you from under his lashes, his face lighting up when he sees you dry your hands and walk towards him.

“Okay. Okay, let's go kitten.”

⟡ ׅ non speaks! i blacked out and wrote 2k+ ... nsfw ahead. three shots for pussy enthusiast hyuck! for the anon that asked what it would be like if he came on to reader! enjoy～

office assistant!hyuck is... well. the best word to describe him is greedy. greedy for your attention, greedy for your approval, greedy for your time. he scowls behind the backs of the people who hit on you before plastering on a smile when they turn around and see him. he hates when he's talking you about work and someone butts in to ask you for a quick favor. the worst of them all has to be your boss—all saggy skin and a few weeks shy of decrepit—and he's so shameless about the way he ogles your legs when you choose to wear skirts. if looks could kill, the company would have one-fourth of its staff remaining.

you've been somewhat entertaining his... advances. particularly the instance of getting him off underneath your desk—you'd learned he loved being edged, gagged, and then overstimulated all within the better part of two hours. it's a bit thrilling. his overzealous interest in you makes you feel good. being so overtly desired by someone else. someone... younger.

you're already threading the line of an hr meeting. so you keep the public affection to a minimum and chalk it up to cuteness aggression and his already known adoration for you. even if he has to shift in his seat every ten minutes to hide his boner every time you so much as smiled at him.

it all comes to a head when your boss flirts with you grossly again. hands on your lower back, a sleazy grin oozing with ill intentions, and the most disgusting way you've ever heard a man ask anyone out. you're so shocked you can't even come up with an answer, and before you do, donghyuck finally buts in.

"sorry to interrupt." his voice startles you. when you look towards him, the smile on his face is stretched impossibly thin. "i don't understand something in one of the databases and i need my supervisor's help. if you don't mind."

"just one more—one more, okay? one more 'n you can go."

you didn't think much when he'd purchased the full length mirror propped up in front of your bed. it was convenient, perfect for full body outfit checks and the occasional lockscreen on his phone. of course, there had been times where he'd brought the idea up playfully—you ever wanna see what you look like when you sit on my cock, pretty?—but you'd become to flustered to even entertain him. you're sure you'd die if you ever saw how you felt when his fingers, mouth, or the length of him was anywhere on you.

too bad you don't make decisions when you're three orgasms away from passing out or seeing the light.

jaemin's hand keep your head from lolling on his shoulder, chest firm behind your back as his knees prevent your shaking legs from slipping close. the sheets underneath you are soaked. your inner thighs stained with the mess he spreads across your skin... and you're forced to see all of it. the mere sight makes you clench sporadically around his long fingers, making him laugh lowly near your ear.

"isn't it pretty?" he muses sweetly, looking up to meet your gaze in the mirror. "the mess you've made for me. told you looked perfect. it's art, y'know,"

his fingers pinch your clit and you shudder. "pretty down here, too." his fingers pretty your lips apart, the casual vulgarity of his actions mind numbing. "always happy to see me, isn't she?"

when you don't answer, half lidded gaze transfixed by the near methodical way his fingers swirl against your sensitive bud, a series of sharp taps again the bundle of nerves makes you jolt in his lap. "jae-jaeminnn—! wha—"

"said," he continues calmly, his fingers now bullying themselves into your hole. you can hardly piece together anything he's said. "isn't she happy to see me?"

his fingers crook upwards in a maddeningly precise way and you cum hard. choked moan cut off by the desperate attempts to answer him before he starts all over again. "mmnnn-yes! yesyesyesyes, please—"

your arms grip on to his as a lifeline as you sniffle and cry through your fourth orgasm. it truly is a pretty sight to him. "there we go," he coos softly, his other hand sliding down from your jaw to rest around your throat. "and what do we say after?"

your mind blanks. two, three, four beats past, and your heart sinks before speeding up when he sighs.

"i guess you haven't learned enough to be let go. should i teach you a lesson?"