this is your daydream

Tweed 

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Female Reader   

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I am bored and not ready to dive into my next fic. Thinking of adding a Saturday- Smut Shorts to my posting rotation “Smuturday”? Comment or send an ask if you would be interested in the concept.


It was the damned vest. There were some guys that got your attention because of their cologne. There were others that turned you on because they were so good with kids. You had grown resistant to your gorgeous coworkers over time. But when Spencer wore that goddamned vest, you had to excuse yourself to splash cold water on your face. It was that hot and distracting. You imagined the texture of the material, the professorial implications.

He could just wear the vest and your daydreams would be set for an entire case. The way his hair had grown and fell on to the dark material. The edges clinging to the seams, made you think about reaching up and brushing the gentle curls over, to expose his neck. Which of course the vest accented perfectly.


She was wearing the pencil skirt again. She left the matching jacket off, leaving her sleek arms bare for the humid Georgia afternoon. Spencer couldn’t concentrate when she hiked up the sides of the garment, to climb into the SUV. She had such timeless style, always professional but just a little more academic than the other women he worked with.

Spencer was scratching his neck, imagining it was her pointed nails dragging over his skin. He was not used to noticing physical attributes of people besides in a case perspective: victimology, suspect descriptions or mathematical relevant features. But when she wore that skirt with the coarse threaded fabric, he paid attention.


You had stopped for lunch after interviewing a victim’s family. It was a small diner on the outskirts of the town where you were partnering with the local sheriff’s department. You and Reid were finishing up your meal when he leaned over to reach for the check. He had turned just so that the material of the vest brushed against your arm. It scratched in such an unexpected way that you gasped. 

His dark eyes caught yours and he nodded at you. Your breath hitched, you couldn’t help but lick your lips at his hold on you. You slowly got up from the booth, walking to the bathroom in the back of the paneling covered restaurant. Spencer left everything he had in his wallet on the table and slowly followed your swaying hips.

Once you both were in the unisex cubby, you spun, attacking his mouth. Your hands clenched at the stiff fabric framing his chest, pulling him to you. His large hands found the slit of your skirt, dragging the rough fabric over your smooth thighs. He moaned once you backed onto the rail on the wall, taking his belt with your progress. He pressed his whole body against yours. He continued bending your knees as you found you could reach the opposite wall with your heels.

His fingers slid into the deep wetness of your panties, guiding the thin material over. You whined at the hunger that was growing within you. “Spencer, please.”

He opened his eyes and looked down at you, “Yes, ma’am.” He winked and suddenly his cock was pressed against your entrance.  You leaned into him, your shoulders arching against the thin walls of the stall. Your skirt’s fabric burned against your thighs and Spencer’s stomach. He braced himself against one wall, just above your head. Your fist clung to his vest along his collar bone.

The moans came without you realizing, the slapping of skin an increasing rhythm. “Fuck, you just had to, had to wear that damn vest today didn’t you?” You whispered, your voice falsetto with the rush of your climax. You glimpsed Spencer’s concentrated face crumble through your lidded eyes. He called out, thrusting as he clawed at the edges of your skirt, the thread finally giving out to the stress on the slit.

He guided your shaking legs down, as you used his arms as an anchor. He held you as if you were slow dancing. You slowly eased your skirt down, checking for damages. He fixed his trousers, bending to grab his discarded belt. “Y/N, please tell me you have another skirt like that.” His breathing slowly evening out.

“Don’t worry, Spencer, there are plenty more where this came from.”

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do your kids ever understand all the hopes you have for them? daydreaming about my boy and wondering what his heart will be like ❤👶🏻🤰🏻happy Saturday all

anonymous asked:

So, you just mentioned Gwen and Bethany are Gay! Is this ACUALY cannon, or just your daydream. Not that I'm against it. It changes a lot

Yup, it’s canon, though I do think that readers “own” the books once they’re published, so if you see things differently, I’d never begrudge you that. But yes, I’m writing them this way (though Bethany’s actually bi). 

this is a sign that if you’re not where you want to be, you’re still young and your future is what you make of it. so don’t give up on your dreams thinking that you started too late or you don’t have time. you have plenty of time to master a new skill or chase your daydreams. you still have time and you can do it.

neptunian feelings

Neptune in the 1st: your personality feels fickle, unstable, you don’t know who you are, relying on multiple personas to hide your insecurities and fears. you tend to pick up traits from the people you’re closest with.

Neptune in the 2nd: in your mind, you never have too much. you believe money can buy you a ticket out of unhappiness. luxury is a fantasy. feels like your belongings can save your life, so you cherish them with heart and soul

Neptune in the 3rd: fiction is always better than the real deal. your thinking process is frequently clouded with distractions, daydreaming is part of your nature. you’re easily hypnotized by whatever seems divine at the moment

Neptune in the 4th: you seek protection in places you won’t find it. your childhood left a void in you so you try to fill it by creating illusions of a perfect home in your mind, and trying to recreate your definition of a perfect family

Neptune in the 5th: over dramatization of love. you’re either in cloud nine, or extremely heart-broken. you idealize romance and daydream about intense affairs. glamour & art attract you for giving you a sense of pleasured escapism

Neptune in the 6th: marked by hypersensitivity and avoidance of rules, schedules, plans and routines. easily bored by daily activities, and generally comfortable among messes/disorganized spaces. work has to be inspirational.

Neptune in the 7th: codependent and easily attached, more to the ideas you fabricate about people than to them. you mirror the behaviors of others. You glamorize romantic relationships, often ignoring flaws. you want to save, or be saved by your lover.

Neptune in the 8th: overwhelming desire to understand death, the human mind and everything that is inexplicably complex. emotional wounds are very heavy on you & you dwell on them. self-destruction tendencies are familiar.

Neptune in the 9th: hopeless and delusional optimism, incessant quest to find “heaven” on earth not through physical pleasure but through existential fulfillment. you’re lured in by promises of transcending the mundane

Neptune in the 10th: you’re confused about your place in the world and can’t seem to find a purpose in life. marked by an obsession with reputation and your position in society. impressionable and unsure about career options 

Neptune in the 11th: easily influenced by friends, often unable to realize malice and evil intentions behind people’s actions. enchanted by the possibility of saving the world, but also emptied out by it.

Neptune in the 12th: you feel fragile and over-exposed so you seclude yourself, and then feel lonely. permanently unsatisfied with what life gives you, so usually feeling hopeless and lost. fantasy is better than reality.

by crystal melbourne | within the zodiac

You’re a 15 year old student, daydreaming about what life might be like as a matured adult, with a spouse and 2 children. This elaborate daydream leads to your adult self daydreaming about life as a student, and you’re no longer sure which reality is the daydream.

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you,...

how good you look when you smile.
How much I love your laugh.
I daydream about you all the time
replaying pieces of our conversation,
laughing at funny things you said or did.
I’ve memorized your face
and the way you look at me.
I want you to know that I cherish every moment that I spend with you.

Aisles [M]

Aisle Two

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 6,772

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.

Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.

A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.

You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.

But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life. 

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6 Truths About Finding Your Passion

1. You need to experiment with lots of things.

2. It takes time to discover your true passion in life.

3. What interests you now might not turn into a passion.

4. However, you’ll find that you return to what you’re passionate about.

5. It will take over your thinking when you’re silent or daydreaming.

6. Investing in your passion will give meaning to your life.

You Deserve Punishment (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 6,350

A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!? How could I not have known?!?

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Bearded Bucky.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .

Words: 2.476


You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day. 

Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.

You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.

“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”

“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.

“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”

And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team. 

“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”

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