what do girl kisses

A letter to all women
You are valuable. You were created to be light in this world, to bring joy, and on days that you can’t even pick yourself up, to let others know that life does not end there. That it’s also okay to break down for a little while, that we’ve all been there. Woman, you are free. Pay no attention to those, even fellow sisters, that tell you what to wear, what to do, how many boys or girls you can kiss before you officially become a slut, before you become used or impure. Do whatever feels right, feel whatever you truly want. Pay no attention to those who are capable of making the same mistakes as you but think they’re too perfect to ever fail. And maybe those mistakes aren’t even mistakes. Maybe it was just you, growing into the dazzling woman that you’re meant to be, maybe it was another experience in the book of all the things that you’ve done and that are to come. Maybe it was a lesson. Pay no attention to those that say you’re not as worthy as them, to those that tell you that you can’t be successful, smart enough, good enough, pretty enough. Rage. Fight. Live, breathe and cling to what you not only think but know that is fair, and not only fair, but merely human. Speak up. Resist. Engage, communicate and develop your right to rule your own body, to wear whatever you want knowing that if a person gets angry at you for being “provocative” it’s only their problem because they’re not enough of a respectful person to understand that you’re not “asking for it”, you’re just living. Wear whatever you want knowing that if someone makes fun of you, mistreats you or abuses you in any way because you chose to cover yourself up or dress yourself down, they just weren’t raised right, they just don’t know what it’s like to view things from different perspectives or just to be you. Shout. Protest. Be displeased, rebel and say no to people that think they have any kind of control over you. It’s your choice who you want to be with, it’s your choice if you want to keep the baby, it’s your choice if today you don’t want to go to the party, it’s your choice if you want to wear the sweatpants or the tight dress. It’s your choice if you’re going to let others rule your life or be enslaved by this intolerant world. Let your sisters know that we can’t afford to put each other down anymore. We can’t afford to keep on slut shaming when all we’re asking for is respect and we’re not giving it back, or setting the example to do so. We can’t afford to verbally abuse one another when all me might have needed was a little advice and a lot of support. We need to be there for every single woman out there because no one else is going to fight for equality or be informed of what equality really means, if we can’t even come together and stop fighting with each other instead of fighting towards a fair, respectful, equal and dignified world. Stop thinking that there’s already too many of us fighting for the cause and that you’re not needed, there aren’t enough people. We need every single woman helping, giving advice, letting people know of this injustice that we’re living, that not only because you’re comfortable and everyone accepts you as you are, does it mean that somewhere else in the world there aren’t girls who are not even allowed to dream. We stop being free when we give up our control. We stop being free when we remain quiet. We stop being free when we stand by and watch others live what you should or want to be living. We stop being free when we let comfort and tranquility seduce us into a life of nothingness. Be released.
—  macsun //m.ch

Genji is secretly a McHanzo shipper.
Hanzo is probably going to kill him again.

Bts reaction to finding out you have only kissed girls before

Request:  Bts reaction to when their girlfriend has only ever kissed girls before 😙😙😙


“Well, for you I can always be princess Jin.”

Originally posted by jjilljj


“Have you met Min Yoonji? I think you will fall in love with her. She is the best girl you will ever kiss.”

Originally posted by jiminiebbabo


“Y/N, baby, look at me. Do I look like I give a flying fuck who you have kissed before? Now you kiss me, right? Good. Come give me a kiss.”

Originally posted by sugmon


“What do you mean by you have only kissed girls before? Y/N, baby, boys and girls have same mouths. It doesn’t exactly matter. You have kissed before. That’s what I’m deciding to take out from this confession.”

Originally posted by notjhope


“I have kissed Jungkook. Are we even now? What do you mean by I’m not surprised. Y/N, it was a game. No….come here and kiss your man.”

Originally posted by meanyoongis


“Does it feel differrent than kissing me? Is it better? Does their tongue work differently? Should I be better? Should I try kissing Hoseok hyung?”

Originally posted by totallyyehet


“I will kindly ask you to repeat what you said. Slowly, so that I’m sure it’s what I think you are saying. Why did you hide it from me? Y/n we live in a colorful society and I love that my girlfriend shines colorfully like a diamond.”

Originally posted by dream-bts

Requests are open for MTL and reactions.


Annabeth: Let’s play a different game. I’m gonna say stuff about me and you say, on a scale from one to ten, how interested in that thing you are. Ready?

Leo: Okay.

Annabeth: I love sunshine and fresh air and early morning walks.

Leo: One.

Annabeth: I’ve read five biographies of Eleanor Roosevelt.

Leo: One.

Annabeth: I’m head counselor of my Cabin …

Leo[Interrupting] One.

Annabeth: That’s what you do.

Leo: One.

Annabeth: I once kissed a girl in high school.

Leo[Smiling] Eight.

Annabeth: Where I graduated valedictorian.

Leo: One. Zero. Negative a billion. Don’t talk about it anymore, please.

w4w guide to kissing girls

shucks howdy. so i guess if you’re reading this you’re either a) in immediate need of girl kissing advice because you are unprepared (the sign of the grasshopper) or b) preparing yourself for possible future girl kissing (the sign of the ant). well, in either case, this guide should help you figure out why, when, how to initiate kissing girls, and what to do when and if it goes down. 

why kiss a girl?

girls are cute. they are also tough. they are also frightening. these are good reasons to kiss anyone or anything, but they are especially true if you are attracted to girls. if you’re a girl yourself this means you’re not straight. if you’re straight don’t let the post hit you on the way out. kissing girls is a great way to let them know you like them (aka to “take things to the next level”). there are a lot of reasons to kiss girls. maybe you just want to be friends that kiss. maybe you want a big pile of girlfriends. maybe a wife. maybe as part of a blood ritual.  maybe to pass a microfilm carrying incriminating information about a counterrevolutionary between your mouths. maybe you just want to do some kissing today. there are a lot of good reasons and it’s all no big deal except for when it is totally a big deal. if you’re reading this you probably think it’s a huge deal. i am inclined to agree. kissing girls also just feels great.

when to kiss a girl

when she likes you. how do you know this, though? well, maybe she’s flirting with you. maybe she’s dancing with you. maybe she has spread her fell wings and enveloped you between them to whisper an important spell. even if she is doing all of these things there is also the possibility that she’s just being friendly. it’s up to you to figure out what these signs mean. one way to tell the time is right is when she looks at your eye or eyes and then at your mouth or mouths. that’s a pretty direct signal. the girl you want to kiss may not posses sight, however, so this isn’t always a sure way to know. mainly, you only want to be making the decision to kiss a girl when she’s wants to kiss you, too. there is only one way to be sure of this.

how to kiss a girl

ask her. ask, “would you like to kiss?” this is great because no one gets an unwanted kiss and you don’t invade her personal space. asking is super important with a first kiss and often following kisses. sometimes you both make a move at the same time or one will lead and the other will follow, however, these are not 100% and could very well go wrong. consent is paramount in kissing. i know when i’m buying artificial flowers at Walgreens and a drunk woman forces herself on me at the register i find myself very upset and confused. it sucks to have your space invaded. there are a lot of reasons for a girl not to want to kiss you. she could be in a monogamous relationship, straight, not into you at all, carrying a communicable disease, or holding bees in her mouth. all of these are valid, so you need to ask. 

what if she says no?

then it’s time to find someone else to kiss because this is not the end of the world and there are most assuredly girls out there who will be all about kissing you. i swear.

what if she says yes?

then lay it on her!!! i wouldn’t recommend tongue on the first go, but that last girl that kissed me made that move and it was pretty great so maybe you could try it if you’re feeling bold. if the girl you’re kissing stops you at any time then you need to let her. if she has decided she no longer wants to kiss or doesn’t like how you’re kissing or needs to breathe or wants to focus on your neck for a minute those are all valid reasons for her to stop. you need to communicate your needs and comfort levels. if you both enjoy it and get along there may very well be future kissing sessions. 

hope this was helpful. kissing is really nice and kissing girls is amazing. if you’re an adult don’t kiss minors or else you’re a fucking creep. keep it real. bless.

  • James: what?
  • Sirius: how dare you not tell your BEST FRIEND
  • James: what is it oh no what did i do?
  • Sirius: you KISSED that BEAUTIFUL hufflepuff GIRL last night?
  • James: the one everyone says she's the most beautiful girl in the school? why yes!
  • *later*
  • James: alright did evans hear that?
  • Remus: her and the entire common room, yes
  • Sirius: how did she react?
  • James: did she look jealous?
  • Sirius: was i convincing?
  • James: do you think it'll work?
  • Sirius: how was my dramatic face?
  • Remus: yes james, i totally believe that now that the supposedly most beautiful girl in school was supposedly into you, lily will now fall madly in love with you. brillant plan. no flaws. and sirius are you for real

John and Sherlock are still not together, but they’re rebuilding their lives. They have finally gotten everything in the flat back to normal, and things are finally starting to go back to the way they used to be. Before…

Well, before all that.

Except now they have Rosie, and Sherlock worships the little girl. He’s spent his days with her teaching her about deductions, helps her learn to walk, tries to teach her how to speak. John will come home and catch him in the act and just smile.

One day, as they’re sitting in their chairs watching the news, Rosie on John’s lap, Sherlock asks John something that’s been on his mind for a while.

“John, what if we took a holiday?”

John looks away from the telly to look at him. “A holiday, huh?”

“Yeah, a uhm… A family… Holiday. Because you and Rosie are my family, and there’s been a lull in cases, so…”

John smiled. “Sounds nice,” he said, then bent down to kiss Rosie’s cheek. “What do you think, baby girl? Does that sound like fun? Can you say ‘yes’?”

Rosie looked at him and then over to Sherlock as she chewed on a fabric doll, not saying a word. John sighed.

“She’ll get there, John.”

“I know, I know, and a break sounds wonderful. Where were you thinking of going?”

“My family has access to a remote island not too far from Italy. We could go there for a few days; we wouldn’t be bothered.”

John smiled. “Sounds bloody fantastic.”

So they leave a few days later. They fly to Italy and take a boat to the island. 

“It’s gorgeous,” John says as he takes Rosie out of her seat. Sherlock collects the luggage and brings it inside. 

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” Sherlock said with a smile. “Come on, I’ll show you Rosie and your rooms.”

“I get my own room for once? This really is a wonderful holiday” John chuckled. 

Once they’re unpacked, they sit on the floor and play with Rosie. They jingle soft toys in her face and Sherlock voices one of her dolls for her, both smiling as the baby laughed. They tried to get her to speak every once in a while, but to no avail. 

The night before they leave, Sherlock takes them around the island one last time, and to the top of the small cliff that overlooks the ocean. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Sherlock murmurs.

“Very,” John agrees. Sherlock doesn’t realize that John is looking at him as he says it. He doesn’t realize until he looks over to him and catches his gaze, unable to look away. 

After a few moments, John clears his throat and whispers, “I’m glad we came here, thank you, Sherlock.”

“Of course, John,” Sherlock says softly, “thank you for coming.”

John smiles. “Of course, it’s like you said; we’re a family, the three of us.”

“A family,” Sherlock repeats with a smile. He hadn’t noticed how close he and John had been standing until now; they’re close enough that Rosie is pressed against his side. 

John’s eyes only leave Sherlock’s for a moment as they travel down to his lips before returning to his eyes. Sherlock seems to take the hint because the next thing John knows the detective is leaning his head down towards him, and he’s tilting his head up. 

When their lips touch, it’s like a spark of electricity. John had imagined what it would be like to kiss him several times but it’s so much better in reality. Sherlock’s lips are soft against his own and he takes a moment to lock the feeling in his mind before he begins to move his lips against the detective’s.

This is better than Sherlock ever could have imagined. He’d imagined several scenarios that could have lead to this moment but none of them even remotely compared to the real thing. John’s chapped lips resting against his own, then moving in tandem with his own was… magical. He knows it’s cliched, the term and the scenery, but he doesn’t give a damn. He raises his hands up and placed them on John’s waist, pulling the doctor and the little girl he cares so much for closer to him. 

When their lips break apart Sherlock keeps his eyes closed for a moment, afraid that if he opens them, the scene would disappear, and it would have all been a dream. When he does open them however, John is still there, Rosie the only thing keeping them from being completely pressed against each other. For a moment, they just looked into each others eyes, then Sherlock clears his throat. 

“That was…” he starts, his voice a bit faulty so he clears his throat again. “That was… good. Very good.”

“Yeah, John murmurs with a content sigh, “That was really wonderful.” He smiles at Sherlock and slowly raises one hand to the man’s cheek, giving him space to back away if he wants to. When he doesn’t, John places his hand on Sherlock’s cheek and Sherlock nuzzles it a bit before placing his own hand over John’s, turning his head to kiss the doctor’s palm before resting his cheek against it again. 

John smiles and slides his hand back to tangle it in the detective’s dark curls, pulling him closer to kiss him again. Right before their lips touch however, Rosie interrupts them by shouting “Dada!”

The two men freeze and look at the little girl, who is smiling proudly. “Dada!” she said again, looking back and forth between the two of them.

Sherlock and John look at the baby and then back at each other. Once they register what had happened, they smile at each other before looking back to Rosie. John pulls Sherlock close and kisses him once more. They pull apart with smiles and John brings Rosie up higher so they can kiss her cheeks, which sends the little one into a fit of giggles. 

“Good job, baby girl!” Sherlock praises, kissing her cheek once more. “Good job! Your dada and I are so proud of you!” 

John smiles and presses a kiss into the baby’s blonde curls and feels Sherlock push a kiss into his own hair. John looks up at him and smiles wide. Sherlock smiles back. “See? I told you that she would speak eventually.”

John chuckles. “Yeah, you did. That’s why you’re the genius.”

Sherlock snorts. “Please, John. That’s not the reason I’m the genius.”

John rolls his eyes and shoves him a bit. “Alright, that’s enough you.” He looks back up at Sherlock. “This really has been wonderful, Sherlock. thank you for bringing us here.”

“Of course, John,” he says, eyes bright. He leans his head down and places his lips gently over John’s once more. 

It really had been a nice vacation, though if either of them had been asked, they would have said that that last night had been their favorite part.

High Tensions - Eight

Spencer Reid x Reader

Glancing around Spencer made sure the office door was locked and the blinds drawn before walking over to where Y/N was bent over the desk, her skirt rucked up around her waist and her black lace panties pulled down. 

That ass, fuuuck. He just wanted to slam himself against it, it looked so pert and firm. 

She wriggled slightly, turning her head to look at him, cocking her eyebrow at him. “Hurry the fuck up Spencer please. I’m desperate here.”

Standing behind her and parting her legs, he could feel that she was. Warm silky fluid coated his fingers as he felt between her legs, making sure she was ready for him. 

“Say it Y/N, say it first,” he fumbled with the buckle on his trousers, pushing them down and taking his dick into his hand, stroking it; just waiting for her to say the words he’d been dying to hear from her for weeks now. 

She wriggled again, pushing her butt back towards him and looking back at him. “Spencer Reid, You win. I want you in me, now. Fuck me, and do it hard and do it fast. ”

He grinned and slowly started to push himself inside her slick entrance, knowing he wouldn’t last long this time but that he’d make up for it later. He began to thrust, her sweet gasps filling his ears as she clenched around him. He gripped her hips, using them as leverage as he drove himself in and out of her, feeling ready to explode almost instantly. 

“Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, knowing he’d barely lasted two minutes inside her warm center. His orgasm racked through his body, spilling free inside her. 


Spencer shot up in bed, reaching for his alarm clock and hitting the off button. 


He could already feel the warm sticky fluid inside his boxers. 

That didn’t count right? He couldn’t control his dreams right? 

He rummaged in his bedside drawer for some baby wipes. He didn’t want to get out of bed just yet, so he’d make do until he showered. 

Lying there his mind drifted back to last night. He had genuinely been so close to giving in, he wanted her so badly. That kiss with Emily had completely shredded any coherent thoughts and he’d had to dash outside to avoid grabbing Y/N and fucking her right then and there on the table whilst the whole bar watched. 

She knew what she was doing, but whereas most girls would play the lesbian kiss card as a joke, Spencer could tell that she’d very much enjoyed it herself.

Y/N had made comments in the past about finding girls attractive and having had girlfriends but it wasn’t until she’d openly said that she liked both that Spencer had realised that she was actually serious. And the blonde girl she’d been talking to was beautiful, so knowing that their bodies had been naked together, sharing intimacy had completely redirected the flow of Spencer’s blood. 

And then when she’d alluded to the offer of a threesome, with either her friend or Prentiss…..Spencer had literally been gobsmacked. Every bone in his body had been saying yes and even Derek was telling him to give in. He’d let down his fellow man by managing to turn them down, although he was wondering if that offer would still stand once he had actually managed to take Y/N to bed. 

Which he’d been intending to do last night. When she’d asked if he wanted to go back to hers and he’d found himself nodding, he’d just about accepted that he’d lost. It wasn’t until he’d been standing in front of her apartment door watching her search for her keys that he remembered that he hadn’t actually said the magic words. So he still technically had an out. And then he’d had a flash back to the elevator and how turned on she’d left him, talking about her lips wrapped around his dick. So he decided to have his own fun. 

The little moans and whimpers Y/N had been making would be a constant fixture in his mind now until he heard them again, and he knew this. But the look on her face when he’d walked away had been worth it. And her strangled shout after him had made him literally feel like he could walk into any bar, point at any girl and have her there and then. Not that he wanted to. Y/N was consuming all of his thoughts currently and he hoped she would be for a very long time. 

His phone buzzed, a text from Derek. 


He text back a simple, “Nope.”

“Seriously man! I can’t believe you turned that shit down.”

“Believe it Morgan. The bet is still on.”

Pulling himself out of bed, he made his way to his shower. Time to get on with his day. 

You’d spent the last four hours in the gym working out some accumulated frustrations on the exercise equipment, earphones in and your eyes averted from any attractive bodies that passed by you. 

Your credit card had also taken hit this morning, you needing some retail therapy to help get you through this. 

You hated Spencer right now, yet still completely wanted to bang him seven ways from Sunday. You’d been so sure, and so turned on, firstly by the kiss with Prentiss and then by Spencer’s mouth on your skin. 

Ugh. Stop thinking Y/N. 

You exited the gym, the image of him still filling your mind and you could swear you could actually see him two yards ahead of you, seated on a bench, his head immersed in a book. Was it really that bad that you were hallucinating about him now? 

Walking to your car you realised it was actually him, the bench was in front of a bookstore he visited regularly and you spotted a carrier bag on the seat next to him. 

Creeping up behind him you lowered your lips to his ear. 


He jumped, a girlish squeal leaving his mouth and causing you to giggle at him. He turned to glare at you and you dropped into the seat next to him. 

“Fancy seeing you here. Come here often?” The oldest line in the book, but you couldn’t cope with being witty today. 

He looked at you confused, “You know I do Y/N. That place is my favourite bookstore. So really I should be asking you what you’re doing here. So…… do you come here often?“ 

“Not overly…. But the gym was calling me this morning. I seemed to have built up a lot of tension some how that needed to punched out. So I punched it out. Quite literally.” You made a little boxing motion making little “Pow, Pow” noises as you undercut the air in front of you and mimed a duck. 

Reid laughed at you, “That’s so cute.”

You punched him lightly in the arm, “Cute! I’m not cute, I’m deadly.”

You joked with him for a few more minutes, just falling into casual conversation and then sitting with him, watching the cars pass you by on the road before you. 

“Spence, I’ve missed this.”

“Missed what?”

“Just hanging out with you. Without constantly trying to think of ways to get you fired up.”

He closed his book and placed it back into his bag, “You know what, I do too. What are your plans for the rest of the day?“ 

“Erm, I was gonna head home, have a hot bath and then veg in front of the TV for pretty much the whole evening. My live is so glamorous and all.”

“Okay, so go home and have your bath but then meet me at the cinema on Main Street at 6pm. They’re showing all three Jurassic Park films back to back in preparation for the release of the new one.”

You considered his offer. “One condition?" 

He nodded. 

"This little game thingy, is suspended. We go back to being normal Spencer and Y/N for the night. Because I genuinely can’t deal with another night of being turned on and then abruptly turned off again. And I don’t really fancy having to bring plastic sheeting with me to sit on.”

The chuckle that left his chest then and the grin on his face was so deliciously catching that you couldn’t help but join in. 

“It’s a deal Y/N. We’ll just hang out as a normal friends. No trying to convince you to sit on my face. ”

You burst out laughing before clarifying timings and headed home to get bathed and ready, actually looking forward to your evening now.  

Your evening was spent relaxing with best friend Spencer rather than fuck me now Spencer and you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. 

It was nice, just spending time with him and you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed just sitting with him, listening to him talk.  

He’d insisted on buying your ticket and popcorn for the movies and you’d accepted, telling him it was the least he could do after last night. 

For the first forty minutes or so of the film, you’d been on edge, thinking that he was going to use being in a darkly lit theatre to his advantage. Eventually you relaxed though, seeing how engrossed he was in the film, even though you knew he’d reel off the inaccuracies on the way home. 

Around the midpoint of the second film, he shifted in his seat; throwing his arm over the back of your seat.

Hmmm. Maybe he was just stretching. He left his arm there and you relaxed again until you felt an arm nudging you. 

Balls, you’d fallen asleep. The lights were slowly coming on and the credits rolling. 

“Come on sleepy head I’ll walk you home.”

Both of you lived pretty close to the cinema so you’d walked, meeting up outside the entrance. 

As predicted, Spencer gave you a list of the scientific inaccuracies as you strolled through the darkened streets together. You let him talk, enjoying the sound of his voice. He always sounded so sweet when he rambled, especially when he was talking about something he was passionate about. 

You stopped outside of your apartment building. 

“Thanks Spence. I had a good time tonight. Sorry for falling asleep, I just feel exhausted for some reason.”

“That’s okay Y/N. Three films is a lot to sit through, especially if you’ve spent four hours already at the gym. Maybe we can do this again sometime? Like actually hang out again?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah I’d like that. It almost felt like we were on a date though with you insisting on paying for everything.” You were teasing him but his eyes flickered slightly. 

You reached up to give him a quick hug good bye, and he surprised you by giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You lingered in the hug longer than necessary, your cheek burning from where his lips had been. 

Spencer pulled away first, “Well I’ll see you then. I guess we’re business as usual from tomorrow again?" 

You nodded and he smirked.

As he turned to walk away a thought a occurred to you. 

"Spencer,” you called. He stopped in his tracks. 

“Was this a date?" 

He shrugged, "I don’t know, was it?" 

"Did you want it to be?”

“Again Y/N…..I don’t know. I don’t really know what to call what we do when we spend time with each other anymore….And I don’t wanna mess anything up by calling this a date.”

Neither did you, but…. 

“Well we’re two friends who share a mutual attraction for each other and have spent the last few weeks actively trying to get the other to admit to wanting to bang the other.”

“So it was a date then?” Spencer asked, a smile playing on his lips. 

“I guess it was.”

Kae Serinuma is the best reverse harm girl. 

Drunk (Joe Sugg Imagine)


A/N: I came up with this when I watched Alfie’s vlog, ‘TWO SUGGS IN MY BED.’ (link below - I do not own the video at all, just the idea for this imagine) tbf, I don’t really know where the idea came from, but I do hope you guys like it! Let me know if you do! Enjoy!

Link to Alfie’s vlog - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFBmiXt7VbY&t=42s

You rubbed your eyes as you looked at the time on your phone.


Who the hell was texting you at 4 in the morning?

You opened your text messages and saw that you had a text from Zoe.

‘Come get your boyfriend. He’s third wheeling Zalfie!’

You frowned and sent a quick text back.

'He’s not my boyfriend, Zo. But I’ll be there in a min.’

You slowly got up from the bed that you shared with Joe, your best friend. You both didn’t mind sharing. You always did so it wasn’t weird or awkward.

You slipped your shoes on, and grabbed your phone and key card and left the room.

You made your way to Zalfies floor and to their room. You knocked on the door and waited patiently.

“Oh, that must be room service,” Alfie said from inside the room. “I’ll go get that.” He jumped up from bed and ran down the stairs. He opened the door and saw you there. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” Alfie exclaimed and hugged you.

“Hey, Alfie,” you said, pulling away from him. Alfie moved to the side and you walked into the hotel room. “Zoe said that Joe was third wheeling and I had to come get him,” you explained, chuckling lightly.

Alfie laughed and said, “I wouldn’t say he’s third wheeling.”

I raised an eyebrow at him to say 'really?’

“Okay, maybe he is third wheeling a bit.”

“Well, I’m here now to take him off your hands,” you said, laughing. Alfie started going upstairs and you followed behind him.

“Joe!” Alfie sang. “You’ve got a visiter!” Alfie jumped back into bed while you stood near the end of the bed.

“Hi, Y/N!” Zoe exclaimed from her position in the bed. You smiled at her and Joe turned around from where he was stood near Zoe’s side of the bed.

“Y/N!” Joe shouted and ran-more like stumbled-to hug you.

“Joe, be quiet! It’s nearly 5 in the morning!” You scowled and lightly sat him down on the bed. He laid down on the bed, his head in between Zoe and Alfie’s legs.

“You should’ve been there, Y/N,” Alfie started, laughing. “Joe was off his nut at the party. It was pretty funny. Except for that one part where he bumped into the waiter and made him drop the dishes.”

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. “I knew I shouldn’t have left. Joe can never be on his own when drunk.” You saw Joe slowly get up and make his way to lie down next to his sister. Alfie had his camera out as he filmed Joe talk about a date he went on.

“I went on a double date to Winter Wonderland,” Joe started. You frowned as you listened to the conversation.

“No you didn’t. With who?” Alfie asked.

“I can’t say, of course. I’m being filmed.”

“Wait, but with who?”

“Two girls.”

“Just you and two girls?” Alfie questioned. Joe nodded. A weird feeling came into your stomach as you heard that.

Joe and two girls? You thought to yourself. You knew it shouldn’t have bothered you much but it did. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were madly in love with him and have been for the past 16 years.

You lightly shook your head rid of the thought and looked back at the trio. You saw that they were all looking at you.

“Why’d you shake your head, Y/N?” Alfie asked you. His camera was facing you.

“Err…no reason. I was just thinking,” you quickly replied. Before anyone could question you anymore, you said, “right, well I think it’s time for me and Joe to go now. Come on, Joe.” You went over to Joe and lightly tugged him to stand up. He got up but suddenly fell into you. You quickly balanced yourself and him as he leaned into you. You made him throw his arm over your shoulder so that you could help him to your room. You slid your arm around his waist as you went over to the stairs.

“Bye, Y/N. Bye, Broseph,” Zoe said. “Don’t get up to anything naughty!” She winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Zoe,” you scowled and helped Joe down the stairs. “We’ll see you guys in the morning. Goodnight!” You said as you got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you for helping me, Y/N,” Joe exclaimed, grinning. “I don’t know where I’d be without my beautiful best friend!” Your stomach flipped when he called you beautiful but all feelings subsided when he called you his best friend.

Best friend, you thought. That’s all I’ll ever be to you, Joseph Sugg.

You made your way to the elevator with Joe stuck to your hip. You pressed the button to your floor as you waited. Joe’s head slowly started dropping and you quickly shook him.

“Joe, we’re nearly to our room. Stay awake a little while longer, will ya?” You uttered as the door to the elevator opened. You pulled Joe inside and made him lean against the wall for support. You let go of him and pressed the button to your floor. You stood next to him as the elevator chugged to a start.

“You’re looking hot in that outfit, Y/N,” you heard Joe say from beside you. You could tell he had a cheeky smirk on his face. You blushed as you remembered what you were wearing.

It was a white crop top with a pair of sports shorts. There wasn’t anything 'hot’ about it; it’s literally just what you wear to bed.

“Erm, thank you?” You replied, nervously. Joe laughed, deeply and you just blushed even more and looked away.

After a few seconds of a calm, yet awkward, silence, you heard Joe shuffling. From the corner of your eye, you could see Joe reposition himself. He pushed his weight off the wall so that he was standing alone.

“Joe, are you sure you’ll be okay standing alone?” You asked him. He ignored you and suddenly pushed the 'Emergency Stop’ button. The elevator halted and you spun around quickly to face Joe. “What the fuck, Joe? What do you think you’re doing?” You half-shouted at him. He still didn’t answer you. Instead, he turned to face you.

He had a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. You’ve never really seen that look before. It was scary, somewhat.

“Joe,” you started off, “are yo-” he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the elevator wall. Your breath hitched in your throat as your brain tried to wrap around what was happening. His face was millimeters away from yours. His eyes looked in between your eyes and your lips. “Joe, what are you do-” he never let you finish your sentence. His lips smashed into yours and you froze.

A few seconds went by and you realised what was happening. You don’t know how it happened, but you somehow found yourself kissing him back. His hands stayed put on your waist while yours managed to find themselves tangled in his hair. Joe bit your lower lip, as if asking for permission to enter, and you opened your mouth slightly. You both fought for dominance but in the end, Joe won.

After that heated make out session, you both pulled away from each other, but still in each other’s arms.

“Joe, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing,” you quickly said and slid out of his arms. You turned around so your back was to him.

“I’m not drunk pshh,” he said and you could tell he was swaying in his steps. “And I do know what I’m doing, I’m kissing the girl I love.”

Your heart started to beat really fast when he said that. But you shook it off as just Joe saying things because he’s drunk.

The elevator started up again and next thing you knew, you were on your floor.

“Well, come on, we’re here,” you said and pulled Joe out of the lift and to your room. You pushed him in, lightly, and he stumbled a bit but soon regained his composure. He went over to the bed and flopped down on one side. You went over to the other side and laid down as well. You shifted so that you were facing away from him and turned the lights off so the room was dark.

“Night, Y/N,” Joe uttered, softly, from his side.

“Goodnight, Joe,” you replied back. It was silent for the next few minutes so you thought Joe had passed out. You decided to try sleep again. But you couldn’t.

After another minute, you felt Joe shift behind you and next thing you knew, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his face was nuzzled into your hair.

You didn’t mind.

Something did catch you off guard though. It’s what Joe said next,

“I do really love you, Y/N, more than a friend.” He kissed your head.

You heart stopped beating at that and you didn’t reply. You pretended you were asleep.

Joe obviously doesn’t mean it, he’s drunk, you thought.

Or does he?

It was 11:32am and you were awoken to the sound of banging on your hotel room door.

You groaned and slid out of bed and answered the door. “What?” You said, grumpily.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Marcus said as him, Alfie, Jim and Jim’s brother, John, walked into your room. They all took a seat on the couch.

“Yeah, sure, just come in, why don’t ya?” You replied, shooting daggers at them.

“We came to wake you and Joe up as lunch is being served in less than half an hour. We would’ve woken you up at breakfast but we didn’t know what you were doing,” Jim said, adding a wink to the end of his sentence. You fake laughed and flipped him the finger. He chuckled.

“Shut up, nothing happened,” you voiced and sat on the edge of the bed.

They ignored you and Alfie asked, “is he still asleep?” You nodded. The boys looked at each other and grinned. You raised your eyebrows, unaware of their plan. “I’d move out of the way, Y/N,” Alfie said. You quickly jump up from the bed and moved aside.

All the boys jumped up from their seats on the couch and ran to the bed. One by one they all belly flopped on Joe, piling on top of him. From beneath the pile, you could hear Joe groaning.

You laughed from the sidelines and watched as Joe tried pushing all of them off of him. He was losing by far.

Soon enough, they all got off of him. “There we go, now he’s awake,” Marcus said with a smile. “We’ll leave you to it.” And then they all walked out of our room like nothing happened.

“That was probably one of the best things I’ve seen this whole trip,” you voiced with a laugh. Joe grunted from his position on the bed; he was laying on his stomach, sprawled out. You went over and laid down next to him on your back. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and said, “it’s okay, love, a nice shower will help you.”

Suddenly, everything from last night came back to you. You were about to get up but Joe grabbed your wrist and said, “can we just lay here for a bit? We can be late to lunch.” You chuckled and nodded. You laid back down but this time you laid down on your side so you could face Joe.

It was silent, just consisted of you and Joe looking into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t awkward but you broke the silence by asking, “do you remember anything from last night?”

“Yeah,” was Joe’s simple reply.

“Oh. What do you remember?”

“A lot of things. Some things I regret,” he started saying. Your heart broke. Did he regret the elevator incident? Or did he regret admitting he loved you? “Some things I don’t regret,” he finished saying. He lifted one hand and stroked your cheek. You closed your eye and nuzzled your face into his hand.

“What don’t you regret?” You asked and opened your eyes to look at him.

“Well, I don’t regret getting so drunk that you had to come get me from Zalfie’s room. I don’t regret what happened in the elevator…and I don’t regret my confession,” he stated with a soft smile on his gorgeous face. “I really do love you, Y/N, more than a friend. Heck, I’m in love with you!”

You closed the gap in between you by capturing his lips with yours. It didn’t take him long to respond and soon he pulled you over him so that you were straddling him. You pulled away from the kiss and ran your hands down his chest.

“I’m in love with you too, Joseph,” you replied with a grin. You leaned back in and kissed him. His hands slid from your back down your sides to your thighs.

“You need to wear this outfit more often,” he mumbled into your lips. You smiled and you could feel him smile into the kiss as well.


jian + kisses

What Do Good Girls Say?

OKAY! So this is one of many from my prompt list from last month. I apologize for these taking so long and really hope everyone likes what they get. 

WARNING! This is super long and smutty. I’m so sorry but I really enjoyed writing this.

Prompt: (3) I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you “Sir” you almost jumped me.
Featuring: Finn Balor

Master List Plug!

P.S. Guess who’s back to posting fanfics again? This girl!

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Pairing: Michael x Reader

Words Count:  1 409

Warning: Smut,Strong Language, Boss!AU 

“Finally!” I said to myself while leaning against my chair. I finally finish my paperwork for the day.

Suddenly, a knock place on my door. The door open and reveal my friend, Y/f/n “Hi Y/f/n” I greet her

“______, Mr Clifford wants to see you” Y/f/n said. I sigh “What does he want?” I ask her “I don’t know, he didn’t say anything” She reply and I groan

“I guess I can see him later” I said and she giggle “He wants to see you now” She said and I groan in annoyance “Okay, fine” I said “Thanks by the way” I said “No problem” she said and left.

I get up from my chair and walked towards his offfice.

Knock. Knock

“Come in!” Mr Clifford voice shout from the other side of the door. I twist the door knob and open it

“You want to see me, Mr Clifford?” I ask him while closing the door behind me “Ah yes, Miss __Y/l/n_!” He exclaim excitingly while fixing his hair.

“What do you want?” I ask him politely “Well, I don’t want anything” He said and I give him a confuse look “Why did you call me then?” I ask him with  furrow

“I need something” He said and look at me straight in the eyes “What is it?” I ask him.

He didn’t say anything. I walk towards him and he pulls me onto his lap.

He starts to rub his crotch at my heat “M-Mr C-Clifford” I stutter “Yes baby girl?” He ask, still rubbing his hard at my heat “What are you doing?” I moan

“I’m sorry, baby girl” He said while kissing my neck slowly “You’re always busy so you hardly pay attention to me” He explain.

“And I’m kinda jealous to see you talking to other guys when it’s your free time” He continue

“Why don’t you come to me?” He ask “Why don’t you talk with your assistant slut? She seems interested” I said “She’s different! She’s not you, ______” He whine

He start to kiss my neck and suck at my sweet spot “M-Michael” I moan.

“Yes?” He ask not leaving my neck “S-stop it, you’re gonna leave hickeys everywhere” I said and he chuckle

“So?” He said “Let the whole office know that your belong to me” He said and starts to rub my heat with his hand “Let my assistant know that your belong to me” He said.

“Get up” He demands so I stand up from his lap and he immediately spun me around and crash his lips on mine

“Pay attention to me more” He moan against my lips “Mike” I moan.

He soon break the kiss “Strip baby girl” He said. I slowly unzipping my dress and let it fall from my body and only leaving my undergarments

“Bend over the desk” He demand. He walked over the desk and push his stuff off the desk without even caring if it’s important or not.

I walked towards the desk and slowly
bend over the desk like he demand. His fingers suddenly meet my heat “You’re so wet for me, baby girl” He said as he starts to rub faster.

I moan. Michael push my panties to the side not even bothering to take it off and insert his finger in me.

“Mike” I moan “What is it, baby girl?” He ask mischievously “F-faster please” I begged

“Begged harder” He said with a sly smirk “Michael please! please! please do it faster! please! Mr Clifford please” I begged

“Fuck” He cuss under his breath and move his finger faster “You’re so tight” He mumble

He insert another digit in and move even faster “Holy shit! I’m cumming!” I moan but Michael pulls his finger out “What the fuck!?” I shout as I look at him

“Patient, baby” He said as he pulls my panties down “Look at this” He said while teasing my entrance “It’s so beautiful” He said

He move his hand to my back and unclasp my bra “How can I get this lucky?” He said

I then heard his zipper “Ready?” He ask and I nodded. He takes a condom out of his pocket and slide it on his hard.He began to thrust in me slowly “Michael” I moan “You’re so tight baby girl” He said and thrust a little faster “Holy Shi-” I bite my lips.

“Michael, I’m cumming” I said and he slap my bum “Hold it” He demand. I whine “Please Mr Clifford” I begged and he groan “Fucking wait” He said and slap my bum again “I’m gonna explode, Mike please!” I moan but only to get a slap again

The room wasn’t close to be quite because of our skin slapping against each other. He began to thrust deeper in me “Michael please” I moan “I said fucking wait, baby girl” He said and slap my bum

“Mike, I can’t hold it” I whine. He moved one of his hand to my clit and make a figure eight on it “Now” He said and we release at the same time

“We should do that sometimes” He patted

Knock. Knock

“Mr Clifford~” His assistant said from the other side of the door. I grab my clothes and put the on while Michael fix his. I was about to leave but Michael hold my waist and pull him on his lap

“Stay” He said and the door open to reveal his assistant “What is she doing here?” She ask “Well, this is _____ my girlfriend” Michael said and peck my cheeks “I thought she was a coworker?” His assistant said “Yes she is but she’s also my girlfriend” Michael said and his assistant huffed

“What are you guys doing anyway?” She ask while crossing her arms against her chest just to show her boobs “Well, you suppose to know it by now” Michael said “Everybody in this office know” I said

“Well, I don’t know!” She said ‘This bitch ask too many question’ I thought as I rolled my eyes “We have sex… there” Michael said.

Well, he can be straight forward. I’ll give you that. His assistant eyea went wide and run out of the office “I love you, ____” He said and I smile “I love you more” I said and he chuckle “Impossible”

My Fault

Request:  Hey! Could you do a George Weasley X reader where you ride together during the battle of the seven Potters when George loses his ear?? :

Originally posted by nellaey

“Wow, we’re identical!” the Weasley twins exclaimed. 
Moody explained the plan. The seven Harry’s were going to partner with one normal person and you were going to fly to meeting points where you will then apparate to the Burrow. You were partnered with George, your best friend. 

Everyone went outside and you began your mission. George and you hopped onto a broomstick and everyone took off. You made it almost halfway before the death eaters caught up to you. You swerved around curses while George fired off his own. 
“Hold on!” you yelled as you ducked down. Death eaters were chasing you. They must have thought that George was Harry. You flew away from them as seamlessly as you could. A bright light flashed and George screamed behind you. Blood splattered on you, causing you to scream as well. You weren’t being followed now, but George was hurt to an unknown extent. You were almost to the location of  your Portkey. You jumped off the broom and grabbed onto George before crabbing the stool. 

You apparated to the Burrow, where Harry, Hagrid, Molly, and Ginny were already waiting. “Help him, please,” you cried out. Hagrid moved him to the couch where Molly sent spell after spell at him. You sobbed into Ginny’s chest. You couldn’t look at him. The spells hurt, and you both knew it. 

Fred and Arthur came in, both worrying over George. You stayed in the background. Your face was red, you were covered in George’s blood, and your face was covered in tears. Molly wrapped the wound and George fell asleep. 

“I’m going to bed,” you mutter. 

You try to avoid interaction with everyone. Moody is dead and it crushed you. He fought on the first Order with your parents. You had grown up knowing him and you felt close to him. 

The first time you had to actually interact with people was at the wedding. You put on your dress and used magic to fix your hair. Everyone was outside, and you let out a sigh of relief. You begin fixing a cup of tea. 
“Morning,” a low voice says, scaring you. You drop the cup on the counter. 
“George Weasley, don’t do that again,” you whisper. 

He’s beside you now, leaning against the counter. “I almost died, love, why so hostile?” he asked. 
“I know you almost died, George. It’s my fault,” you whisper. 
You begin to walk away, but George catches your arm. “Hey, it is not your fault. In fact, I probably would be dead if you didn’t act so quickly.” 

You look into his eyes: sincerity. He means what he says. You stare at each other for what feels like eternity. He lifts his hand to your chin, lifting your head to meet his. Your lips lock and your entire body shudders. You slowly pull away. 

“What are you doing?” you whisper softly. 
“Kissing the most beautiful girl I know.” 
You lay your head against his chest. “George Weasley, I believe I’m in love with you.” 
George chuckles. “(Y/N), I know I’m in love with you.” 

anonymous asked:

Another woman tries to kiss ash at a bar

    Ashlyn was at one of her favorite bars in Orlando. Ali had stayed at home because she promised to facetime Kyle and those conversations were never short. Ali insisted that Ashlyn go without her and spend some time with her friends. It wasn’t very crowded which was perfect for Ashlyn. She was able to relax without having to worry about drunk fans clammering to her all night. She loved meeting her fans and taking pictures but a bar wasn’t always the best setting to do that.

    When Ashlyn and her friends decided that it was time to eat, they found a table on the edge of the bar and waited to order. Their waitress came over and took all of their order and refilled their drinks and she made sure to pay extra close attention to Ashlyn. Of course, Ashlyn didn’t notice but everyone else at the table did.

    Chris, Ashlyn’s brother, leaned over and said, “That waitress is all over you.”

    Ashlyn just shrugged and said, “Well, she’s barking up the wrong tree.”

    The waitress made her way back over the table a few minutes later and asked them if they needed anything else while they waited for their food. She was posing the question to the entire table, but she only looked at Ashlyn. Ashlyn politely declined and the waitress made her way back to the bar.

    It didn’t take long for everyone to finish their food. They all got up and went to dance for a little bit. The waitress from before made her way up to Ashlyn.

    “Hi, I’m Abby. Save me a dance? I’ll be off in a few minutes.”

    Ashlyn smiled. “Sorry, Abby. I actually just came here to hang with some friends. Maybe next time though.”

    Abby ran her hand up Ashlyn’s bicep. “Just one dance, sweetie. Then you can go back to your friends.”

    Ashlyn didn’t see anything wrong with just one dance. She knew that she was capable of keeping things friendly and respectable, but she questioned weather Abby had that same skill based on what Chris had told her.

    As they were dancing, Abby kept trying to work her way closer to Ashlyn and Ashlyn kept backing up. When she tried to wrap her arms around Ashlyn, Ashlyn gently grabbed her hands and moved them off of her. “Don’t tell me you aren’t into girls?” Abby asked after the third time that Ashlyn moved her hands away from her.

    “Oh, I am very much into girls.” Ashlyn said with a smirk and Abby took this as an invitation to move closer yet again. “Especially the girl I have waiting for me at home.”

    Abby chuckled and said, “Well, I’m sure your girl won’t miss you if you stay for another dance.”

    Chris was talking to some of the guys that came along with them when she noticed this girl hitting on Ashlyn. Chris knew that Ashlyn would never fool around on Ali but he couldn’t help but go into protective big brother mode when he saw that this girl wasnt leaving his baby sister alone. It wasn’t until Chris saw her lean in and place a kiss square on Ashlyn’s lips that he decided it was time to step in. Ashlyn immediately grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back.

    When Chris arrived, he stood in between Ashlyn and Abby. Ashlyn moved around him and said, “I said I’d stay for one dance and I meant it. What kind of person get’s a thrill from repeatedly making moves on a woman that already said she was taken? And more importantly, what kind of person doesn’t accept that and tries to kiss them anyway?” The rest of their group had made their way over when they saw the commotion. Chris could tell that Ashlyn was getting heated so he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, gently.

    “It’s time to go. Guys, we’ll see you later. I’m gonna call an Uber wait outside with Ashlyn.”

Ashlyn had gone from amd to terrified in a matter of seconds. She was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk behind the bar and Chris was just watching her and listening to her rant.

“Chris, what am I going to do? I kissed another girl. A girl that isnt Ali. But it wasn’t my fault. What if Ali  leaves me? What if she thinks that I cheated on her? I would never do that, Chris. I feel terrible. I ruined everything. I have to tell Ali but what if I break her heart? Chris! What if Ali cries? I can’t stand it if she cries and what if she cries and I’m the reason that she cries? This is such a mess. I can’t beli-”

“Ashlyn! Calm down!”

She stopped pacing and looked at Chris. “Just tell Ali what happened. She will understand. You didn’t kiss that girl back and you told her multiple times that you only wanted one dance as friends. You made it clear that you weren’t interested. This is her fault, not yours.”

“Thanks, Chris.”

Ashlyn’s Uber arrived and she gave the driver her address.

When Ashlyn walked inside, she saw Ali cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie on Netflix. “Hey, Ash! How was the bar? How is Chris doing?”

Before Ashlyn could respond, she broke down and started crying.

Ali flew off the couch and wrapped her arms around Ashlyn. “I didn’t kiss her, I swear.” Ashlyn spoke through her sobs.

“Ash, please calm down.” Ali rubbed her back and held her tight until her crying had slowed.

Ashlyn spoke again. “I promise, Ali. I told her I was taken and that I only was staying with her for one dance but she kissed me and I pushed her off and Chris came over and I told her that I meant it when I said I was coming home to someone and she wouldn’t take no for an answer and she kept trying to get closer to me and everytime I ived her hands she tried to wrap her arms around me again but I didn’t do anything I promise. I would never do that to you, I love you more than anythi-”

Ashlyn’s rant was cut off by Ali’s lips on hers.

When they finally broke apart, Ali said, “Ashlyn, I believe you. I know you would never kiss another girl.”

“So you’re not mad?” Ashlyn asked in a timid voice.

Ali wrapped her arms around Ashlyn’s waist and pulled her closer. “Don’t get me wrong. I am furious that that girl kissed you and I am even more mad that she kept touching you without your permission. That is never ok. As long as you are ok, I am fine. I trust you, baby and I know that none of this was your fault. I am glad that Chris was there to watch out for you too.”

Ashlyn hugged Ali impossible closer. “Thank you, Al. I am so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Ash. You did nothing wrong.”

Ali pulled Ashlyn over to the couch and they curled up underneath the blanket together. All of the guilt that Ashlyn felt had disappeared after she talked to Ali. For the rest of the movie, Ali absentmindedly ran her fingers through Ashlyn’s hair but her mind was on the girl from the bar. The number one item on Ali’s to do list was to head to that bar tomorrow when Ashlyn was at her GK meeting and make sure that Abby knew that Ashlyn was off limits. If Ali had it her way, Abby wouldn’t have a job when she was finished with her. Ashlyn Harris belonged to her and only her. Ali didn’t care if the entire world knew. If that’s what it took to make sure that other women kept their hands off of Her Girl, then that is what she would do.