clothing worship

Live a Little (Taehyung/Reader)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Prompt: If You’re still taking Taehyungie requests could I get a smut for trying new things and Tae sweet talking her into anal and taking it super slow and gentle and she ends up having the best orgasm of her life?? More love makey anal. Rather than aggressive.

Genre: Fluff Smut

Words: 4.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Clothed grinding, body worship, oral sex, teasing, fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, etc.

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Save A Prayer

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader

Word count: 907 (Before lyrics)

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Oral Sex.
Authors Note: I’m easing back into writing with some ideas I’ve been kicking around.  This one is based on the song “Save A Prayer” by Duran Duran

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Alex. In Lingerie. For Maggie.

So @agtalexdanvers​ wrote this great concept: “um so like….i rly want alex buying lingerie to wear for maggie and feeling a little insecure and awkward in it but maggie’s jaw literally dropping because her girlfriend??? is so??? sexy???”

And @rfb211, @meeshylam​ and @wastingrain​ made a persuasive argument that I should write the thing. So I wrote the thing.

Alex had some sexy ass dresses in her wardrobe. She cleaned up nice – the phrase turned her stomach to butterflies now, since Maggie had said it, that second night, the night she assured her she wasn’t all business, the night she held her hand – and enjoyed it, for the most part. But all that wasn’t terribly functional, and Alex Danvers was nothing if not functional.

So most of her wardrobe – most of her shopping – involved tossing sports bras and basic boy shorts underwear on in combinations ranging from aesthetically pleasing (matching, which she preferred just because) to I-just-got-a-call-about-an-alien-attack-at-3-am-and-threw-on-whatthefuckever.

The first time Maggie Sawyer had taken off her clothes – and the second, and the third (the fourth was an exception – the fourth was after days and days of not seeing each other, not touching each other, because of work, and neither of them could even wait to get to the couch before stripping each other naked) – she had been… the only word that could hope to describe it was reverent.

Slow, deliberate, intentional. Every new patch of skin the removal of Alex’s clothes revealed, Maggie worshipped. Kissed, licked, nipped at, sucked on, kissed again.

She treated Alex like she was the most beautiful woman in all of creation, and she told her as much.

And Alex loved it. (And gave the treatment right back to Maggie.)

But at the end of the day, she wanted to look… sexy…like, intentionally sexy… for Maggie. Not because she felt like she had to, and not because Maggie cared that her clothes were hot, sure, but mostly functional.

But because she liked the way Maggie’s eyes grew wide when she saw Alex in dresses; the way she’d licked her lips at that black bra she’d found in the back of her drawer, from her party days; the way her brain seemed to short circuit that one time Alex had worn a thong (also found in the back of her drawer; laundry day had its advantages, she supposed).

She loved the way Maggie made her feel all the time. And she wanted to feel what it would be like to watch – to feel – Maggie react to her in full-out lingerie.

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Dating Sam Winchester would involve...

-Him protecting you at all costs

-And vise-versa 

-Gentle nose kisses

-Dean loving you because you make his little brother happy

-Loud sex

-Rough sex

-Angry sex

-Just a lot of sex

-Him admiring your body

-Looking after you on your period

-Curling up together and reading a series of books

-Him always kissing you in front of Dean because it pisses him off

-You running his hands through his hair

-Him adoring it

-Being the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with

-Desperately wanting kids

-Hunting together

-Angels and Demons trying to use you to get to Sam

-Him tending to you whenever you’re hurt

-’You’re the best thing that ever happened to me’

-Forehead kisses

-Showering and taking baths together 

-Him calling you baby when you’re upset

-Both of you petrified of losing each other

-Carrying you to bed when you fall asleep

-Clinging to him when he tries to put you down

-Him being big spoon, you being little spoon

-Sometimes vise-versa

-You wearing his clothes

-Him getting turned on when you wear his clothes

-You practically worshiping him when he feels insecure

-The two of you being unconditionally in love

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What his fav outfit on you is

Requested by @a-girl-who-loves-disney


You have this pair of really tight fit jeans that drives Sam absolutely crazy. It didn’t take you long to figure out what they were doing to him because even though Sam tries to be subtle you caught him staring a bunch of time. Hell even Dean caught him staring at your ass one time you got of your chair to get another book from the next table which earned Sam a smart remark and a very red face.

Ever since then he has tried to hide his glaring better but you feel his eyes on you every time you wear them. When no one is looking you feel his hands too. Landing on your ass or gliding up your thigh under the table.

When you get finally retreat to his room for the night after a day of you wearing those jeans Sam will show you how much he loves them by getting you out of them quickly!  


Cas loves this little sundress of yours and not just because it was what you were wearing the day the two of you first met. He loves how the colors bring out your eyes and almost makes your skin look like it is shining.

He loves it because that dress makes it easier for his grace to warm up your body. He will sit across the room and a warm feeling will rush over you starting at your ankles running all the way through your body. He will caress your skin without the Winchesters sitting next to you notice it and it feels like he is caressing your soul.

He also loves how comfortable you always seem to be when you wear it – what he doesn’t know is it is because you know he loves it. His blue eyes resting on you makes you walk a little taller and put a little more sway into your hips. It makes you proud to be his.  


Dean loves it when you wear his flannel shirts. He doesn’t really care if you wear it as a dress or tie it up and wear it with a pair of nice fitting jeans. He just loves the fact that you want to wear it.

The days you choose a shirt from his drawer you know is going to be one of those days he won’t be able to keep his hands of you. He won’t try and jump your bones but the entire day will be one nice long build up to what you both now is coming when you close the door behind you to his room at night.

He will wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you are cooking. When Sam or Cas walks into the room he will quickly kiss your neck and back of with a wink. He will hold your hand as you go grocery shopping together. All day he will “accidently” grind against you as he passed you. His usual soft touches to you back, to your hips, to your thighs will linger a little longer than they have too.

And you will know he will spend the entire night showing you just how much you really mean to him and how much he loves when you wear his cloth. He will worship you and make you promise yourself never to buy another piece of clothing ever again! 



Saint Seiya Soldiers Soul | Evil Hilda ( God Warriors Trailer )

We´re almost…almost there…The entire world will soon be yours ! This is it ! Athena and all others who crawl on the surface will perish ! Pegasus,you can´t ! You will join Athena in death ! Athena´s death is now a certainty ! What can you possibly hope to achieve ? Think you can cut me down ?!


Pairing : DeanxReader, Soulless Sam
Word count : 1,210
Author : Mel

Final Part of ‘It’s Taboo’.

You put your glass down, and slid your arm along his back, wrapping it around him before pressing your cheek on his shoulder and looking at him. “But I want to see you, Dean. I missed you this week. And I want to see you as much as I can before you leave. Please don’t go right now. At least give me tonight.” He turned to look at you, and you leaned forward, softly pressing your lips against his.

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Some of Greg Bear’s ancient humans, for a little change of pace.

Property Damage

Fandom: Fairytail

Ship Title: Gajevy/Gale

Rating: T for some sexual innuendos

A.N.: Hello Everyone! This is a short oneshot but I saw a post and it was way too perfect for Gajevy right now so I seized the opportunity. I don’t know if anyone’s done it but I hope you enjoy it anyways. 

This takes place during the one year times skip while Levy’s preparing for her undercover mission. Based on this post made by “narutowiener” (Also forgive me I have no idea how to create a link to say it was based off of this post so I’m just going to include it here. If anyone knows how to do this and want’s to help me out please drop it in my ask box or something because I have no clue):


Anyways hope you enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail or it’s characters.


When I walk in the door to my small office space I look immediately at the 3 file folders on it with various coloured tabs sticking out. I let out a sigh and shake my head, turning to hang up my coat and close the door.

I must say I’m surprised as to how much paperwork is involved in this mission but I won’t complain. It isn’t the first time I’ve lugged my way through a boring text to get to the best part, except in this case the best part would be an extremely important mission. Going undercover.

Resigned by my thoughts I sit down heavily in my chair and pull on a pair of glasses. Opening up the first file and looking over it’s contents. Lot’s of diagrams and symbols with meanings I already know, a few pages on worship rituals that are likely to take place while I’m on my mission, and lastly a birds eye view of the location. 

I lift up different pages and scan them over quickly and prioritize them by stacking them into a new order. I’ll go back over them all later but right now this will help me focus and get into my work.

There’s a knock at the door and I hear it open before I even look up.

“Mrs. McGarden?” I keep my eyes down for a second, studying a diagram of various elements of clothing for the worshipers before I shift my attention to the newcomer.

Standing in the doorway is one of my superiors and I practically leap out of my seat to stand at attention. I may be high ranking but there’s always someone higher. My posture is tight before she waves at me to get me to relax.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning Ma’ma” I answer back professionally “What can I do for you?”

“Actually it’s what you can not do for me.” She smirks at me like she’s about to tell me a joke and I just look back at her confused.

“You have been repeatedly damaging property of the Grand Magic Council-” My head instantly flies to the defense and searches every memory I have of damaging anything on the council. There must be some mistake. Not one item can come to mind.  

“-and I was sent here to make sure that your activities that caused this vandalism become a bit more discreet.” She continues and her eyes are now alight with the smirk.

“Permission to speak ma'am?” I ask quickly and her eyes twinkle a bit with mischief. She knows something more than she’s telling me.

“Permission granted.” She keeps on smiling.

“There must be some mistake. I have no recollection of damaging any property of the council. However if I’m proven forgetful please remind me so I can fix the item or pay for replacement.” It looks like she trying to suppress a laugh and it takes all my power not to frown at her. I wish she would take this just a little more seriously, if I’m in trouble for something as serious as vandalism.

“It’s not something that can be fixed but it will ‘repair’ itself on it’s own.” She grins at me again but when she sees that I’m still not grasping what she talking about she sighs and smiles

“Mr. Redfox is getting his own talking to about this matter. It’s not the first time that this has happened. We only ask that you stop leaving your marks in such a visible area’s” I furrow my brow at her still not gathering what she’s saying. 

What does Gajeel have to do with this? My marks? What….Oh…

My face blushes a deep shade of red and now she does laugh. A deep belly chuckle that only makes my blush increase. When she calms down she’s still smiling at me.

“Keep them below the collar line and there will be no more complaints. Nothing visible when he’s in uniform.” Her eyes flicker to my neck.

“Or when you’re uniform for that matter.” My hand practically shoots up to cover my neck and the hickey that Gajeel had put there not 24 hours earlier.

“I will definitely remember that Ma'am. I promise you will not see any more property damage of this kind from me or Mr.Redfox.” I stammer out, trying to school my red face back to normal.

She smiles again.

“I should hope not.” And with that she sweeps out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I quickly sit down at my desk and pull out a small mirror that I keep in the drawer. Lifting it up I examine the mark on my neck. It purple and fairly large but just barely peeking out of the collar of my shirt. Grabbing an emergency makeup bag I begin applying cover up. When it’s sufficiently covered I touch the area gently with a finger.

The memory from the night before comes back to me and I can’t help but let out a satisfied smile.

Keeping my promise may be a bit difficult.

He’s really quite good with that mouth of his.


 A.N.: Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! I hope to see you all in the next fanfic! :)

greetingsfromthenorthernsea  asked:

Hi, my birtday is december the 9th. I would be happy if there would be an everlark drabble. I love AU and sassy katniss. Patrizia aka @greetingsfromthenorthernsea

Originally posted by gameraboy

Happiest of birthdays to you!! To help celebrate your special day, the kind and talented @thegirlfromoverthepond wrote this wonderful little piece of Everlark fun just for you! Enjoy!

Downward Dog

My huge, huge thanks to @xerxia31 for betaing this story :) And to the Peeta-alike yoga instructor a my gym, for, well, the, ahem, inspiration. :)

Happy Birthday :)

Week 1:

“And slowly raise your arms into the Mountain pose, hands facing each other, fingers reaching for the sky. Let your mind focus on your breathing.” The deep voice of the yoga instructor echoed into the quiet room.

Katniss was focused - very much so. But not on her breathing. Rather, on the thin line of dark blonde hair she saw appearing just under the hem of the new instructor’s t-shirt to the waist of his shorts.



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