did. i just wanna touch

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to bring you even more of my ridiculous obsession with the arranged marriage royalty AU. You can blame @operaticspacetrash for this monstrosity. THE HYPE IS REAL and I am trash.

(P.S. click for bigger version, I think it looks best like that.)

Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/


WARNING: Seduction…?


Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

Touch my body~

Put me on the floor~ Wrestle me around~ Play with me some more~

Touch my body~

Throw me on the bed~ 

I just wanna make you feel like you never did~

Touch my body~

Let me wrap my thighs~ All around your waist~ Just a little taste~

Touch my body~

I know you like my curves~

 C’mon and give me what I deserve and touch my body~

yogurt3200  asked:

It just came up while procrastinating and I wanted to share with you: Graves in his shirt and sock garters, looking flustered on their bed. Cue the song Touch My Body of Mariah Carrie. And he asked Gellert just like the chorus of the song. Lol

Touch my body/Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around/Play with me some more
Touch my body/Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel/Like you never did

Touch my body/Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist/Just a little taste
Touch my body/Know you like my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve/And touch my body

Gellert would have the biggest “WFT?!” moment in his life. He thought that after Albus and his brilliant idea involving grass, handkerchief, and chocolate (don’t ask) he was prepared for everything. 

But there was nothing what could prepare him for Percival Graves looking smoking hot in unbuttoned shirt, sitting on Gellert’s hips and dancing. Percival was moving his hands all over his body, his ass grinding into Gellert’s crotch, and he was looking straight into Gellert’s eyes, licking his lips every time the singer sang “Touch my body”.

Fucking tease.

Even after drinking a few healing potions and casting healing spells, Percival had problems with sitting the next day. It didn’t stop him from looking for more… interesting songs to make Gellert listen to.

I like the way you move sounded like a good thing to tease Gellert with next.

Touch My Body
Mariah Carey
Touch My Body

This song is giving me life right now.

Touch my body; put me on the floor, wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body; throw me on the bed, I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body; let me wrap my thighs all around your waist, just a little taste. Touch my body; know you love my curves, come on and give me what I deserve and touch my body.

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fleeting moments when happy and toby touch each other (requested by sheisagenius)

anonymous asked:

Hi! May I please request a joshua scenario where he's the hot singer/guitarist in a rock band? :DD tatted up and piercings (oh boy what am i doing to sweet joshua LOL but i saw a post about rocker jisoo and it just fucked me up). and you work at the bar that his band is playing a gig at? And could you include a hot make out session? :$$$ thank you!!!!

im scmreaing this sounds so hot ;; i didn’t write that much on the makeout because it seems unrealistic and honestly it was getting too long but i hope u enjoy !! 

You liked your job as a bartender at the local bar. Tips did well, especially with the overly drunk customers, and tonight, you found yourself liking your job a little more when the guests of the night was a small rock band. 

Five dangerously handsome men stood at the stage up front, preforming their own music which the crowd loved. Which you loved. Especially that tall, smiling lead singer. 

Light auburn hair and a smile that could kill, the singer slash guitarist was a sight for sore eyes. You wished you were one of the drunk customers tonight, dancing to his voice, and maybe even talk to him, but you were stuck behind the counter tonight, serving drinks. Bottoms up, you suppose.

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anonymous asked:

"Touch my body" by Mariah Carrey Brittana Fanslide

“Touch my body

throw me on the bed

I just wanna make you feel

Like you never did”

Never Touch the Ground verse —

You hang on the edge of consciousness, streams of grey and gold pulling at your periphery, tugging the divide. Soft edges of reality break through, slowly beginning to stir wakefulness, and when you’re finally able to open your eyes, you catch her. She’s staring down at you. Her weight has you pinned to the couch, her naked knees locked around your hips. Shadowed blue catches the light, disassembling your train of thought, and you wonder how it always seems to come back to this.

 “Hi,” she whispers

“Hey,” you whisper back sluggishly, your eyes never leaving hers.

She still has on that barely there t-shirt that just covers her ass. And you also know she’s still naked beneath it—you can feel the heat of her thigh on your skin, and the even hotter part radiating warmth near your pelvis. 

“I really wanted you to wake up.” Her voice is soft against your ear as one hand begins to travel. It glides under your shirt, against your skin, making an upward journey over the expanse of your stomach. Your heart pounds as her fingertips graze the swell of your breast, stopping to learn the curvature, the texture of the skin surrounding your hardened nipple. Such slow, torturous circles, and then a pinch—

You bite your lip and let out an array of profane choice words.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

She just smiles.

Her other hand moves as well. You watch it slide down your body, palm pressing against your outer thigh. You hold your breath when she lowers her face, nose dragging, lips tracing the outline of your hip bones. There she leaves a trail of brazen kisses that only go lower. And lower. And lower.

And—

Fuck.

“Britt—”

You’ve never let anyone do that to you. It’s too much. You can’t even begin to fathom what, or how much you’d feel if she were to do that to you…

You try to push her away, but she won’t allow it. Rather, she grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you down, eyes glaring at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before.

“Just…please, San. I want…I just want to make you feel good.”