you are so very attractive


Agent Vasquez in 2x11, The Martian Chronicles

OKAYOKAYOKAY B U T Aliens that only have mates to reproduce. Once every couple of moons they find their partner, do the do, then find a completely different one the next cycle. Imagine these aliens being confused about the human concept of marriage - “you stay with them for life?“ - and not understanding that while yes, Intaquk, you are very attractive I am married so no I will not be your mate this season. Imagine Valentines Day rolling around and one of a crews humans is feeling sad and the aliens are like “yo r u okay should we feed u or something is this natrual” and the human “just kinda bummed i dont have a valentines” and after a bit of research of the holiday one of the aliens gets down on one knee and offers the human a small rock like “I heard these..proposals are common in human culture?” AND THE HUMAN JUST STARTS SMILING AND TAKES THE PEBBLE LIKE ‘thank you fruiyo’ AND THE OTHER HUMANS AROUND START GUSHING OVER HOW ADORABLE THE SCENE WAS. THE ALIENS PICK UP ON HOW THESE PROPOSALS MAKE THE HUMANS ELATED, THEREFORE SEVERAL OTHER PEOPLE ARE PROPOSED TO WITHIN THE MONTH A N D

anonymous asked:

That ace feel when you find humans very attractive but less and less so the more clothing they remove.

this is possibly one of the greatest descriptions of asexuality I have ever seen

Helping Hands

Reid x Reader smutty smut smut

“No. You cannot go to a gig dressed like that”

Your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid looked down at his outfit and then back up at you. He was dressed in smart slacks and a shirt, with dress shoes on his feet. You on the other hand were dressed in a denim skirt, leggings, a vest top and an oversized hoody. Converse hi-tops completed your look.

For your last birthday Spencer had presented you with two tickets to see your favourite band Muse performing. They didn’t tour America that often so when they’d announced a tour, you’d been desperate to get tickets only to discover that they’d sold out pretty much straight away. Reid however had been one step ahead of the game knowing it was your birthday in a few weeks. He’d set Penelope Garcia on to the case, her somehow jamming the server for other users until she’d purchased two tickets. Naturally, you’d chosen to take him.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

You shook your head, it wasn’t that he didn’t look nice. He just looked….. “It’s too smart, too over dressed for a gig”

You marched him back down the hallway to his apartment, striding into his bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. You knew he owned jeans, you’d seen them at least twice before. You found them eventually, slinging them at him and searched for a t-shirt finding a plain black one which would do and tossing that at him as well. Spying a grey cardigan on the back of the closet door, you instructed him to wear that, along with his converse and you left his room so he could change.

He emerged five minutes later looking like a completely different guy. He looked good though, he hair slightly messier from tugging the t-shirt on and the jeans hugged his frame nicely. You nodded your approval and the two of you set off to the gig.

Four hours later and you were grinning from ear to ear as Spencer drove you both home. Your ears were ringing, your lower back was on fire from standing up for so long but you’d had the best time ever. The band had been amazing, belting out all of your favourite tunes and the atmosphere had been so intense and enjoyable. You’d been overcome with emotion during Unintended, one of your all time favourite songs, and you’d grasped hold of Spencer’s hand as you swayed with the rest of the crowd.

He’d seemed to enjoy it as well, actually singing along to the songs although you knew all he’d had to do was listen to them once whilst reading the lyrics and he’d have them all memorised.

The ride home was short, the gig hadn’t been too far from home so you invited Spencer in for a few beers, groaning as you slumped down onto your couch, flicking the TV on.

“Everything okay?” Reid asked you slightly louder than normal. He dropped down next to you, handing you an uncapped beer which he’d pulled from your refrigerator.

“I’m good. My back just hurts a bit, I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Taking a pull of his beer, Spencer set it down and then turned to you.

“Y/N turn around. Where does it hurt?”

Adjusting your positioning, you crossed your legs and turned on the couch so you were sitting sideways on with your back to him. “It’s just at the bottom, it aches like a mother fucker.”

Spencer chuckled and then gently placed his hands to your lower back, slipping them under your hoody and pressing his thumbs into your spine, softly kneading the aching area. It felt surprisingly good and you leant forward slightly, pulling your hoody off to allow him better access.

Spencer’s lithe fingers worked along your spine and lower back hitting all of the pressure points with precision and you found yourself enjoying his touch so much so that a soft groan escaped your lips causing Spencer to freeze his movements and your eyes to fly open and your jaw to drop.

“Sorry…. ” he started to say and you shook your head.

“You didn’t hurt me Spence. It just felt….really REALLY good.”

“Do you want me to carry on then?” he asked tentatively, a slight edge to voice.

“Erm….only if you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind…. But could we change positions? It would be easier for me if you sat between my legs in front of me.”

You understood what he was saying and could appreciate how it would would be more comfortable but it still didn’t stop you from saying, “Christ Spence, how long have we been friends for and you’re only now telling me you want me between your legs?”

His cheeks flushed pink and you immediately regretted it. He coughed, clearing his throat, “Do you want the damn massage or not?”

You did, it was doing wonders to ease your suffering. You scooted from your seat and waited for Spencer to part his thighs, settling on the couch between them and waiting for him to start up again. He did and you leant into his touch, his hands working on your spine as you tried to keep your little grunts of satisfaction to yourself.

Adjusting your position slightly, you rolled your neck on your shoulder wincing as you heard a crack. Spencer’s hands immediately moved up your back to your shoulders, pressing against the hard knots that had formed and working to loosen to them. The sensation was magical and you allowed your eyes to close again, your breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. This time Spencer didn’t pause, he just shuffled his body forward slightly, his thighs trapping you between them. His fingers continued their dance over your sore muscles, brushing over that spot again and earning another groan from you. When he did it again moments later your mind began to wander. It was THAT exact spot on your neck, the spot that when touched correctly would send tingles right down to your groin. And Spencer’s fingers kept sweeping over it in just the right way….

Did he know? Or was it just an accident? When it happened again, his finger tip actually lightly circling the spot and making your downy hairs stand on end as a low gasp left your chest, you realised he must know.

Which was extremely interesting.

You and Spencer had been friends as well as colleagues for a few years now and you’d always wondered whether there perhaps was something more between the two of you. He was attractive, very much so and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss his plump pink lips. But you’d always pushed the thought aside. It was Spencer after all. Spencer didn’t have girlfriends, half the time he rarely seemed to even notice if an attractive looking female was in the room. It was only six months ago when you’d both been babysitting Henry together that he’d actually expressed desire to find someone. You’d talked to him for a while, surprised by how insulted he was when you’d told him that you didn’t think he was bothered about finding a partner. When you’d asked him what his ideal woman was though, he’d appeared awkward and eventually just shrugged the question off, not giving you an answer.

Had there been a reason he hadn’t given you an answer?

The next time his finger dashed over that spot on your neck you made sure that your groan was louder, leaning back slightly and placing your hands onto his thighs. Spencer stiffened slightly but carried on with his slow kneading of your shoulders and neck. Feeling bolder and just damn curious, you softly stroked his thighs feeling him sit up straighter at your touch. The air was almost crackling with tension right now, both of you waiting for the other to give some sort of signal that you wanted more. You inched your hands higher on his thighs hearing Spencer’s breath catch, his hands stilling their movements momentarily before changing track. This time they moved to your sides, trailing up and down your rib cage tickling you sensually through the thin cotton fabric of your vest. You shuddered, heat starting to flood your body as you dug your fingernails lightly into his thighs, not enough to cause pain. On the eighth lap up and and down your torso Spencer’s hands lingered inches from your breasts and you could feel him closer to you than before, his breath on the back of your neck. Wanting to give him a sign but not to outright tell him that this was okay, you reached up to your hair and pulled it to one side, exposing your neck to him.

Reid received your message loud and clear and a pair of warm lips pressed against your neck, his hands creeping around to your front and splaying across your abdomen. Spencer peppered the side of your throat with kisses, his tongue poking out and swiping over the shell of your ear, his hands not moving from their spot on your tummy.

“Is this…. is this okay? That…. that I’m doing this?” came a whisper in your ear, Spencer’s voice a few octaves lower than what you were used to.

“Uh huh….You’ll know if it’s not okay, Spencer. Trust me,” you whispered back, surprised by the slight croak to your own voice. You turned your head to the side, your eyes connecting with his, both of you realising there was no going back from this once you took the next step.

You ran the tip of your tongue over your lips watching Spencer do the same. But still, neither of you moved an inch.

“Spence. The ball’s in your court here. If you want this then…. ”

You didn’t get chance to complete your sentence because his lips were suddenly upon yours, the pressure light to begin, still unsure. When you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss, his head tilting to the side and his lips parting. Allowing your own to part, your tongue slipped out to meet his as you twisted your body to kiss him properly.

Spencer’s kisses were both everything and nothing like you expected them to be, igniting a passion in you that you hadn’t felt for a while; a desperate need to be closer to someone, to feel them pressed against you. You suddenly had the urge to kiss Spencer everywhere, to taste him and to drink him in. If one kiss could make you feel like this, God only knows what would happen once this went further.

You pulled away from his mouth, breathless and gulping the air down as his face searched yours for signs that he’d done something wrong. Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and then turned your body completely around, Spencer’s eyes widening as you straddled his lap, your skirt riding up as you changed positions, the denim waistband uncomfortable against your stomach. You grimaced.

“Did…. I do something wrong?” Spencer clocked it and you shook your head.

“It’s the skirt and the position I’m in.”

“You could…. Erm, take it off?” his cheeks were already flushed so you couldn’t tell whether the colour deepened or not but knowing Reid the way you did, you’d be surprised if it didn’t. You stood directly in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the waistband.

“Or… You could take it off for me.”

Only a few seconds passed before he answered but it felt like an age.

“Y/N, if I remove your skirt, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop with just that.”

“So don’t stop then.”

Taking a deep breath and seemingly having a word with himself, Spencer’s fingers quickly moved to the button on your skirt, unhooking it and then sliding the material down your legs. You stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then stood, waiting. You weren’t going to take charge here, you wanted to see what he’d do. Rising to his feet and towering over your small frame, he slipped his fingers under your vest, gripping the hem and tugging it upwards, peeling it off your body.

You didn’t think you looked like the most attractive person standing in your bra and leggings but the way Spencer’s eyes were trailing over your torso, made you feel like a goddess. He rolled his lip between his teeth before dropping to his knees in front of you and slowly dragging your leggings off, lifting your feet one by one and then moving them to the side. Running his hands up and down your legs you were shocked and pleasantly surprised when he moved them to your ass, squeezing your buttocks through your panties.

You were even more surprised when he slipped his hands into your panties, pressing them against the bare skin of your butt.

“I really, REALLY want to have you naked and laid out in front me so I can see and kiss every inch of your body, Y/N.”

Those were words you’d never in a million years expected to hear from Spencer Reid but yet they’d just left his mouth and you felt yourself becoming even more turned on than you were before.

Cocking your head towards the bedroom, you did your best to cross the room in what you hoped was a sexy walk, hoping to God that Spencer was actually following you. Almost as soon as you were through the door, his hands were on you again, not quite as gentle as before. His movements were fuelled by a passion inside of him and it showed. You didn’t mind though. Your bra was unhooked in seconds, being pulled down your arms and being tossed somewhere onto the floor as Spencer dropped to his knees again to drag your panties off leaving you entirely naked and exposed.

He started to place wet open mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly working up to the tops of your thighs, before crossing over to the other leg, avoiding your most sensitive area. Your legs felt shaky and you tangled one hand into his luscious hair doing your best to not fall over.

“So beautiful… ” you could hear him murmuring into your skin as he repeated his kisses up and down your legs, a hand pressed firmly against your butt cheek and lightly squeezing.

“Spence….” your leg shook again and Reid pulled away from you shuffling forward on his knees and forcing you to walk backwards until the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Lie down,” he whispered, remaining on the floor and looping a hand around your ankle, making it so that you were laying with your butt on the edge of the bed.

“This hardly seems fair that you’re still dressed. Even the playing field a bit please?”

Spencer obliged and you saw his tee shirt whiz over your head as he removed it and threw it into the corner of the room, still knelt between your legs. Gripping your thighs, he pushed them wide open opening you to him completely. You could feel how wet you were already, knowing he could see it too. Spencer ran a finger teasingly up and down your slit and you watched open mouthed as he then bought that finger to his lips, tasting it. Not that you’d ever imagined what Spencer would be like in the bedroom but if you had, you were sure it would have been a far cry from what was actually happening.

Lowering his head, Spencer kissed and nipped along you inner thigh again. This time though, he didn’t stop. You glanced down to the end of the bed seeing his eyes locked on yours as he placed the flat of his tongue on you, licking a thick stripe from bottom to top, flicking your clit. You gasped as he briefly hit the spot. He did it again, this time placing his hands on you and using them to very gently pull the fleshy skin back, so he had clear access. His tongue stayed on your pulsating clit though this time rather than flicking off it and you gripped the bed covers as he started to circle it, using the exact amount of pressure you needed.

Your moans became more frequent and louder, your appreciation spurring him on as he worked you with his tongue, moving the sensitive nerve bundle from side to side, back and forth. When he slipped first one, then two fingers inside you, curling them against the pebbled area of your inner front wall, you knew it wouldn’t be long and less than two minutes later you were gasping out his name as your hips bucked off the bed, forcing yourself harder against his mouth as you came.

You felt Spencer retract, you suddenly feeling very empty as you watched him wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before standing and pushing his jeans and underwear down. You tried not to stare at his impressive length as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.

Reaching your hand up, you tugged him down to you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the slightly bitter taste of yourself on his mouth. Spreading your legs, you locked them around Spencer’s waist so that he was forced against you, his cock nudging at your entrance.

Pulling his lips away it was Spencer who remembered the all important question. “Condom?”

“Contraceptive implant. Definitely clean though so it’s entirely up to you.” You hated condoms hence the implant and regular testing. You were quite certain Spencer would be okay too but you waited for his confirmation.

“I am too, can we… go without then?”

You nodded and quickly slipped your hand between your bodies, grasping him and lining him up, your mouths opening simultaneously as he pushed inside, inch by inch.

He began to move slowly at first and then gaining pace as you moulded to his shape, bucking your hips up against his.

“Fuck….oh fuck,” Reid groaned, trying to shake his hair back out of his eyes. You reached up and pushed it back behind his ears. Wriggling, you raised your legs higher trying to feel him as deep inside as you could. He shifted, moving one leg at a time up over his shoulders.

“Jesus fucking…. Oh God,” the new position had him hitting directly against your sweet spot as he thrust in and out, your walls clamping down around him. It made it tighter for him too and you could see him struggling to last.

“Harder please” you rasped out, knowing you weren’t going to come again but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.

“I’ll… I’ll come if I do,” Spencer whispered, sweat shimmering on his forward.

“So? You’ve already made me come with your mouth. It’s your turn now. Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”

He obliged, slamming into you with a renewed ferocity that had you crying out in pleasure. No more than thirty seconds and his face contorted in that telltale grimace, his body juddering and his breathing ragged. Spencer allowed your legs to drop to the mattress, as he lowered his body down, resting his head on your chest as he panted.

You stroked his hair lightly, then enormity of what you’d just done hitting you.

“So…. That was some massage”

Reid chuckled, his body shaking against yours as he did causing him to slip out. You winced, hating the feeling of liquid seeping out onto your sheets. You’d live with it for the moment.

You continued stroking his hair, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth a few times, closing it again as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond. Things had escalated extremely quickly and now you both had to deal with the aftermath.

You just hoped he didn’t think it was a mistake.

“Y/N….. In case it wasn’t blindingly obvious by what we just did, I like you.”


“Well that’s good. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not in the habit of allowing guys I don’t like to give me that type of massage.”

He chuckled again and you grinned. Spencer raised his head, looking you directly in the eyes.

“So we like each other then”

You nodded at him, “I’d say so. Funny how that happens.”

“So…. Maybe tomorrow we could go out for dinner?”

“Or you could stay and we could go for breakfast. Or breakfast in bed.”

“Or we could do that. I fully support that option.”

“I thought you might,” you smiled at him.

“You’re sleeping on the wet patch though….”


Inspired by a comment that @ghostocelot made on one of my asks.

The first time you called him “Glaio,” he didn’t really think too much on it. You missed a sound – it happens. Sometimes people speak too fast and they leave out sounds. It happens. The others didn’t say anything, either – well, Ignis had given you a strange look, but remained silent beyond that.

The second time you called him “Glaio,” he gave you a questioning look. You were unfazed by it, continuing the rest of your sentence without falter. He let it slide, but kept it in the back of his mind so he could ask you about it later.

The third time you called him “Glaio,” he did ask you about it. You dodged the question and steamrolled over his attempts to circle back around to the subject. After several more fruitless tries, he gave up with a sigh. 

The fourth time you called him “Glaio,” he’d had enough.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” he asked you, his hand around your bicep and his eyes boring into yours, preventing you from escaping the subject.

Still, you tried. “Calling you what?” you replied, tilting your head to the side and fixing him with an innocent look.

Glaio,” he said, exasperated, “You’ve been calling me that all day. It’s starting to bug me.”

Ohhh.” You hummed, smiling at him. “You haven’t given me the D yet, so it only seemed fair.”

“I haven’t–oh.” Realization dawned on him in that moment. He stared down at you, watching your expression go from innocent to mischievous and a smirk pull at your lips. He laughed, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you close. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Well… I can fix that.”

You grinned at him. “I was hoping you’d say that, Glaio.”

BTS Imagines || Horeumon Ttaemune - Hyung Line


After a long day of work last night, you sleepily were in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready for Namjoon and yourself. You were flipping the pancakes with a spatula, but it got caught on the side of the pan. Stupidly half-asleep, you use your fingers to flip it over, as a consequence, burning your index finger tip. You let out a hiss from your lips.

You feel arms snake around your waist, while you continue on with your cooking.

“Morning gorgeous.” Namjoon greeted in his raspy, morning voice.

“Morning handsome.” You reply, keeping focused on the job at hand.

“Your finger’s red.” He pointed out, lifting your idle hand, resting on the counter.

“Yeah… I burned it.”

Unaware of your injured hand, you felt a wet sensation sucking at your fingertip.

You quickly retract your finger back from the sensation and turn to face Namjoon. He had a sly smirk on his face.


“What the hell was that for?” Your back was facing towards the stove dangerously.

Namjoon reached his hand around the small of your back and turned off the stove knob, his eyes still holding your gaze. 

“How the hell does someone look so beautiful in the morning?” He licks his top lip lightly, his hand resting agains your back. You didn’t believe him. You were in a baggy shirt with only your underwear and a messy bun. If that was beautiful, he might need to get his eyes checked. You put your hands on his chest ready to push him away, but he was one step ahead. Namjoon suddenly crashed his lips to yours, hungrily attacking your lips.

You let out a surprised gasp, as he picks you up by the thighs and sits you onto the opposite kitchen counter. Your hands could only find their way to his hair, tugging on in slightly, earning a groan from him.

“Fuck.” He hissed through his teeth. He introduced a sneaky tongue, causing you to moan in response.

His hand dipped down and under your shirt to your bare thighs. You nibble on his lower lip as he does so, feeling him smile slightly.

“You really have a knack for surprising me in the morning.” You mumble against his lips.

“Yeah, well I can’t help it if–” Your doorbell rings, making the both of you jump back in surprise. Namjoon fixes his hair. “Who’s that?”

You hop off the counter, pressing together your swollen lips.

“I, uh… might have invited Taehyung and Jimin over for breakfast.”

Originally posted by simondismydaddy


You joined the boys for a celebratory dinner for their attendance to the Billboard Music Awards. Hoseok was looking especially handsome, in a baby blue button up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black dress pants with some fancy Gucci shoes that Taehyung bought him.

You were wearing a cute black skater dress with red heels to compliment it, sitting next to Hoseok comfortably. The table was round and you were between Hobi and Jungkook. You sat slightly more closer to Hoseok as he was your boyfriend obviously.

During the dinner, Hobi kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes always averting from you when you looked his way.

“Hobi are you okay?” You placed a hand on his. He nods and gives you a reassuring smile.

You continue to enjoy your meal, as did the other, making small conversation among yourselves.

Suddenly a hand is felt on your bare thigh. You sit up straight in your seat in response with it. Your eyes quickly glance down to see Hoseok’s hand as the culprit. You look at him with a weird expression. He doesn’t meet your eyes although – he ate his food with his chopsticks in his other hand.

You shrugged it off, still devouring your steak, until his hand slid slightly higher up your thigh. You almost jump from your seat and your head snaps towards Hobi. You lightly raise your leg to hint him, but his hand stays put. You elbow him in his arm and he looks at you with an innocent face.

“Yah, Hobi.” You hiss, while everyone was distracted talking to each other.

“Did I tell you, you look so sexy tonight, sweetness?” He response with a sly smile.

Jungkook gags beside you.

“Save it for the bedroom you two.” Jimin comments smugly. You glare at Jimin and unintentionally stab your food with your fork.

Hobi chuckles darkly beside you while you click your teeth in frustration. Your thighs rubbed together in an anxious manner. His hand slipped between your thighs and travelled up just the slightest bit higher, almost to your panties. You suppress a squeak.

“Y/N.” You shudder at the table as Jin calls your name.

“Y-Yeah? Sorry.”

“I was saying, how are you going to get home tonight. I can take you and Hoseok with me to drop you home if you’d like.”

“U-Uh, that’s o-okay I w–.” A faint but noticeable stroke was felt against your covered entrance. “–AS GOING TO TAKE… a cab home…” You put a hand over Hoseok’s forearm, squeezing it slightly.

A snicker is heard from Hobi’s end at your reply to Jin.

“Uh… okay?” Jin raises his brow at you as Namjoon and Yoongi only laugh.

You flush pink in embarrassment. What was Hoseok doing?! He began to draw circles on the slightly dampened fabric. Did he honestly think this was gonna end well?

“So how’s your sister been Y/N?” Taehyung questions. God, you did not need this right now.

“Shhh…hhhe’sss great! ThAnKs FoR ASkinG!” You bite your lip. Jungkook gives you a weird look. You feel air brush against bare skin and you stand up suddenly, scaring everyone.

“I… need to go to the bathroom!” Everyone exchanges odd looks except for Hoseok who can only smile innocently as you walk away.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster


Yoongi was composing a song for you, but he wouldn’t give you a preview until it was done and you were dripping with curiosity to hear just a snippet, so while he was watching television in the lounge room, you snuck into his studio and closed the door quietly. You hurriedly clicked through his files, trying to figure out what he would call the song. Soft footsteps could be heard from outside of the hallway and you frantically begged the file to jump out at you. It was kinda a hard task considering that his desktop was messy and piled with so many files.

Silence in the hallway. Your shoulders somewhat relaxed as you clicked furiously. The door swung open, revealing a slightly unimpressed boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” He states coldly. You spun to face him in his computer chair and tapped your nails nervously on the arm rests.

“Well… I was… just looking for… uh…”

“You were looking for the song, weren’t you?” Weirdly, his lips curve upwards in a smirk. You furrow your brows in confusion.


He closes the door behind him, a click of the lock filling the silence of the room. Yoongi shoos you out of his chair as you stand up quickly from it and he sits down in it, looking through his computer. He clicks a file called ‘Instrum_Y/N.mp3.’ Duh. A soft, sensual tune begins to play from the speakers. Was this the song? It sounded… like something from Fifty Shades of Grey.

Yoongi turns to you, standing there like a statue. “Come closer.” He demands. You feel a lump in your throat form. You do as your told, taking a few steps closer to him. “Bend down level to me.`` 

You comply again, lowering your self to his level, bending at the hip.

``You’re so sneaky~” He says with a low, mocking tone. You couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation in your stomach. This song was adding to the situation at hand.

He cups your face and slowly pulls you in, his soft, small petal-like lips melding with yours. He suckles at your bottom lip, making you shudder. Yoongi reaches for your waist, still holding the kiss, and brings you towards him and pats his knees for you to notice. You lift your legs up and rest both knees on either side of his waist, your bottom lingering over his area. You kept your hands on the back of his neck and one of his cheeks as he trailed his tongue sloppily across your bottom lip and down along your jawline.

“Yoongi…” You say breathlessly. You weren’t even at that stage and this man had you panting as if your life depended on it.


“Can we… move somewhere more spacious…?” You suggest. He detaches his tongue from your neck and pulls back.

“Of course.”

Originally posted by yoonseok


You watch backstage as Jin rehearses hard for their performance tonight.The boys were glistening with sweat as they came off for a break.

“You guys did so well!” You applaud them. They all exchange smiles with you as Jin stops in front of you. His bangs clung to his sweaty forehead in a very attractive manner. You had just arrived backstage so he wasn’t expecting you. He looked at you from head to toe.

“What are you wearing?” He asks in a suspicious tone.

You were wearing a black slim fitting skirt which was down to above your knees and a wine red long sleeve top, stopping just above your belly button.

“Uh, clothes?” You reply sarcastically.

He grunts in response. “Princess, there are obviously lots of guys here and they’re going to look at you.”

“Is my baby being overprotective?” You pinch his dampened cheeks. He sighs and grabs your hand, pulling you in to kiss your cheek. Jin pulls away, only to hold you in his gaze. Something seemed off about the look he gave you, it wasn’t loving, nor was it upset. His eyes were slightly dilated and narrowed.

“Jin are you–”

“`Come with me.” He grabs you by the wrist somewhat harshly, surprising you. He wasn never this intense with you before, rather sweet and caring. He opens the control room. The people in charge were also on break, as the room was dead empty. He pulls you inside and shuts the door behind him.

“Uhm. What’s going on…?” A slightl nervousness could be heard in your voice. Were you in trouble?

“Y/N. You don’t just come to rehearsals dressed like this and expect a man not to fawn over you.” He strides closer to you, causing you to step back. Your back reaches the controls panel, restricting you from escaping any further.

“Seokjin… I don’t think we should be doing this in here… or at all really…”

Jin places his arms on either side of your small frame and leans in, his hot, minty breath intoxicating your senses. Your eyes land on his plush lips and your mouth part open in a subtle way. His pressed his lips to yours gently. Your spine shivers at the softness of his lips as you awkwardly rest your hands on his broad chest. His legs close around yours, completely encasing you with his body. He modestly runs his tongue on your lower lip, begging to go further. You let him proceed as he deepens the kiss. He slowly allowed to to rest on the sound board, so you were somewhat laying down. His left hand slides between your thighs and your body shoot up the sound board in shock, feeling your shoulder hit a switch. Unaware of this, you pull his shirt down to you, so his chest was against yours and your arms snaked around his neck. His hand lightly caressed your thigh as you let you a small moan.

Meanwhile… backstage.

“Where could Jin-hyung and Y/N have gone off to?” Hoseok asked, taking a swig of his water.

“Maybe they went to grab something to each quickly. You know how those two are.” Jimin chuckles.

Suddenly the overhead speaker let out a crackle, indicating that they were turned on. A few staff members turns their heads to the speakers in confusion, as did Namjoon and Yoongi.

ALthough quiet, a feminine moan resonated from the speakers. Jungkook spar his drink out in surprise and Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other with wide eyes. The three eldest stood up as fast as lightning.

“Well… now we know they aren’t getting food.`` 

Originally posted by fawnave

Sorry I’ve.been absent for a while, school exams and assignments got me like >.>

I feel so sinful omg Lord please wash my sins away



Jay letting Evie go first and her waiting for him to do so

Scorpio and Sagittarius Risings (Pluto and Lilith in 1st)

There is something undeniably sensual about these 1st House Holders. They’re magical, dark, and often very sexual. Rulers of lust, they’re the people who you find so oddly attractive despite their eccentric appearances. It’s as though their very vibe allures you. The mysteriousness that lies in their hearts, or the hole in which should hold it. These people are also often cold and distant. While Sagittarius Risings are also quite often excitable and talkative, they keep others at a distance emotionally, and are quite good at faking emotional intimacy. These are the people that songs of a woman putting a spell on a man burst from, and perhaps even the idea of the succubus/incubus. These lustful and sexy people are almost undeniable. They’re the people who “aren’t your type,” yet you stare at them when they pass by. You look them up and down and wonder what it is that brings your attention. Their eyes? Their figure? Their hair? You begin to wonder if you’re learning something about yourself… or even if they’ve put a spell on you. And often, with their wardrobe, the latter wouldn’t surprise you. So which one is it? ;)

Originally posted by halloweenmagick

I have faith in the teens of today that they will not take dating tips and life advice from fanfiction. I didn’t go out and date a middle aged librarian because I read Giles/Xander Buffy fic, and I trust the intelligence of modern teens to follow a similar trajectory with fandoms like Overwatch and Voltron and Marvel.

Fanfiction is fantasy. It’s a safe way to travel the twisting paths of desire and sexuality and need and identity. It is not reality. 

It’s important to emphasize this and be diligent with warnings, and yes, discuss and criticize in some cases, but let’s not assume that people writing fantasy relationships are actively harming real teens without sitting down and thinking hard and long about whether it’s true or not.

Painting every creator with such a broad brush does a disservice and makes it harder to identify the truly egregious issues.

Even if you believe every morally ambiguous piece of fiction, from dirty One Direction fic to Twilight, should be shunned, censorship almost never works. Better to engage with their readers and again emphasize that these works are purely fictional than to try and restrict them.

Animal Impulses (Donald Pierce/Reader)

Words: ~ 3.2k
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of alcohol

There was something so very loathsome about Donald Pierce.

It might have something to do with the fact that he bred and raised kids as killers and let them be put down like animals if they don’t turn out exactly how he wanted.

However, there was also something so very attractive about him, and that made you hate him even more.

You hated how his looks made you blush, how his voice sent shivers down your spine and how you can’t forget about the one time he called you ‘baby’ in that thick southern accent.

And that didn’t only make you hate him more, but also made you hate yourself.

Keep reading

The Plan : Josh Pieters Smut


“Why the fuck are there only 3 rooms?” You groaned as everyone realised the size of the villa you were about to be staying in for 3 weeks.

“Oh yeah I totally forgot about that.” Jack laughed.

You stood by your belongings that you had placed on the floor of the living room earlier. You had looked around the whole villa and it’s honestly beautiful. It is one of the nicest places you had ever stayed in. Jack did a good job with booking somewhere to stay during your time in South Africa.

“Well what are we going to do?” You asked, even though everyone else seemed pretty chill about the situation.

“Me and Jack already decided that we were going to share a room.” Charley – one of your best friends – told you.

“And dibs sharing a room with Ella!” Conor piped up.

It was quite obvious that this was going to happen anyway. As both of your best friends were both – sort of – together with Jack and Conor, it was easy to guess that they would all be pretty close on this trip. The only thing was that now you were left to share a room with Josh. You didn’t mind Josh really, you actually both got on pretty well, but you sharing a room for 3 weeks could be a bit awkward.

“We’re having the downstairs room!” Ella quickly announced. The downstairs room was huge, no wonder she got there first. All the rooms were lovely though, so you couldn’t complain.

“It looks like we’re roomies for this trip then.” Josh laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Sucks for you, doesn’t it.” You laughed, picking up your bags.

“How?” Josh furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“We’ll have to share a bed, which means no bringing girls back.” You grinned at him as his face dropped.

You were actually very thankful for this as you had actually liked Josh for a while, but obviously nothing had happened. You have been friends with him for about a year now, and you were actually quite close. You found Josh very attractive and you really liked him, so it wasn’t a surprise when you realised how jealous you got when you saw Josh with other girls.

The only people that know about your attraction to Josh are Charley and Ella as they were your best friends and you told them everything. Even though they always encourage you to make a move on Josh, you never ever did purely because of fear of rejection. Plus, judging by the amount of girls he sleeps with, you don’t feel like Josh is ready for a relationship anytime soon.

“We’re having the room with the balcony.” Jack told you and Josh as him and Charley went up the stairs with their suitcases.

You and Josh followed behind them with your own belongings. You were now left with the smallest room, but it was still really nice. You had a huge glass door to look out over the water, a double bed with cute light blue bedding and a white dresser in the corner of the room.

“I’m having this side of the bed!” You instantly said when you and Josh entered the room, pointing to the side that was furthest away from the door.

“Why?” Josh asked, plopping his bags down.

“Because then if a murderer comes in in the night, they’ll get you first.” You told him.

“Oh, thanks Y/N.” He laughed at you.

“You know what I mean – you can kill them so they don’t get to me! Simple.” You smiled at him.

“I can kill them? Have you seen me? I wouldn’t last 2 seconds.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair.

As he did this, his white t shirt lifted up a bit so the bottom of his stomach was exposed. This suddenly made you think of all the times you’re going to see Josh shirtless this holiday.

“You’re quite strong, babe, I reckon you could get them.” You giggled, putting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.

“I’d get them, for you.” He winked, sending waves of excitement all over your body.

“Josh, can we go in the pool?” You asked him.

“We just got here?”

“Exactly, lets get straight into it!” You clapped excitedly.

“I don’t know….” Josh crossed his arms.

“Seriously? Come on Josh, you’re gonna be stuck with me for most of this holiday considering all of our friends are getting off with each other. So come on, be fun!” You pleaded.

“Fine!” He gave in, going into one of his bags to look for some swimming shorts.

When you got into your bikini, you wrapped a towel around your body as you stepped back into your bedroom. Josh wasn’t in there anymore so you guessed he had already made his way down to the pool. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror, you headed down to the pool.

Stepping outside, you could see Josh already in the pool.

“Hurry up!” Josh shouted at you with a grin on his face.

“I’m coming, calm down.” You laughed.

You walked over to the edge of the pool and dropped your towel, revealing your black bikini. Josh’s mouth instantly fell open as his eyes looked you up and down, stopping on your breasts.

“Eyes are up here.” You laughed, pointing to your face.

“Wasn’t even doing anything.” Josh said after he cleared his throat. You sat down on the side of the pool and dipped your legs in.

“Yes you were. I saw you checking me out.” You teased as you got into the pool, swimming over to Josh.

“I was not!” Josh defended himself even though he was clearly lying.

“Whatever, Pieters, I know you want me.” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them.

“Really?” Josh raised his eyebrows at you as he nervously laughed. “Well you’re wrong.”

Despite the pang of hurt that you felt from Josh’s words, you decided to play it cool. Josh was in a playful mood and so you really hoped that he was joking.

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.”

“Well… we’ll see.” You smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Josh asked with a curious smile.

“You’ll see.”

And that was where it started. Throughout this holiday, you had been teasing your friend Josh the whole time. It started with simple things like purposely dropping your things in front of the sun lounger he was on so you had to bend down in front of him. Or letting out small moans as he massaged sun cream into your skin. As the time went on, the teasing got worse for Josh. You decided to keep going further and further until he gave him.

It was around midnight and you had just finished up your shower when you realised you had left your clothes in the bedroom. Right as you were about to shout to Josh to pass them in, another idea sparked into your mind.

Wrapping the small towel around your wet body, you opened the door of your en suite and walked into the bedroom. You instantly noticed Josh laying on the bed, scrolling on his phone. You were about to pick up the pyjamas that were on the dresser that you had gotten out earlier but then you spotted the shirt that Josh wore today.

“Is it cool if I wear this to bed?” You asked Josh, picking up the plain white t shirt from the floor. “I’m just really warm, it’s too hot to wear pyjamas.”

Josh looked up at you with wide eyes, not quite believing what you were asking. Even though you and Josh were close, and you’ve gotten even closer through this week that has passed, this is not something that you would typically do.

“Oh… i- Sure.” Josh stuttered out.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him as he still looked gobsmacked.

With a deep breath, you turned around so you were no longer facing him and let the towel drop to the floor, exposing your naked body. Instantly, you heard Josh inhale a sharp breath at your unexpected actions.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Josh asked you as you walked over to your drawer to retrieve some underwear.

“Nothing, why?” You grinned, slipping on a pair of black lace underwear.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” He stated.

You slipped on Josh’s t shirt and turned around so he could see you. He was giving you an evil look which made you want to laugh, so you had to bite down onto your bottom lip to hold back a giggle.

“What am I trying to do?” You asked casually as you climbed into the bed next to him.

Josh sighed before getting out of bed and wandering into the bathroom. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was plastered on your face. You knew your plan was working – Josh really was getting frustrated, you could tell. A few minutes later, Josh came out in just boxers and switched the bedroom light off before climbing into bed with you.

Suddenly, you felt Josh’s body move closer to you as he pulled you into a spooning position. Your back and bum was pressed against Josh’s stomach and groin. You wiggled, trying to get comfy and also to tease Josh. You and Josh don’t normally spoon so this was new territory, but you can’t deny that you weren’t enjoying it. Josh’s hands snaked around your waist to stop you from moving, yet they stayed there for as long as you could remember.

“If you really want me to fuck you, Y/N, just ask.” Josh whispered just as you were drifting off to sleep.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.” You replied before falling asleep in his arms.

A few nights later, Conor had arranged a small house party at the villa. It was starting to get dark outside and everyone was a bit tipsy. You were sat on a big chair outside with Charley and Ella – the chair could fit all three of you on there.

“So, how’s it going with you and Josh?” Ella asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Good. We’re getting there – very slowly, but we’re getting there.” You replied with a laugh.

“So do you just want to fuck him or do you actually like him?” Charley asked you.

“I mean… I do like him, a lot, and I really do want to sleep with him. But, I don’t think Josh even likes me like I like him. If he did, I wouldn’t have to do all of this. I guess I’m going to accept whatever I get from him.” You shrugged with a sigh.

“You’re an idiot.” Ella laughed.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her, at first you heard her wrong because of the loud music.

“Josh likes you.” She told you.

“He does not, please don’t wind me up.” You sighed again, looking away from her. But you really wish you didn’t. Through all of the people, you could see Josh over the other side of the pool talking to a petite blonde.

“That’s fucking great!”

You weren’t really sure how many drinks you had had, but you could feel the alcohol taking over your body. The anger inside of you was making your blood boil with jealousy. The girl was laughing at something Josh said – bet she doesn’t know that you and Josh have been sharing a bed this whole trip!

“Y/N?” Charley touched your shoulder, finally getting your attention. “Go get him.”

Her words of encouragement really got to you as you felt your legs take you over to where they were. It was obvious they were flirting, and the closer you got to them the angrier you felt.

“Hey Y/N-“ Josh started but you cut him off.

“Hey, babe, I was just wondering what time you were coming to bed?”

Josh sent you a confused look and you didn’t even make eye contact with the girl. You didn’t know whether or not she was pretty up close but you also did not want to know.

“Well i-“ Josh tried again.

“Even if you’re coming up a little later, I hope you’ve got a shirt lying around for me to sleep in.” You said to him, a grin creeping onto your face.

“Y/N, what are you…”

“I will catch up with you later, Josh.” The girl said before patting him on the shoulder and walking off.

“What the fuck was that?” Josh asked, getting angry at you.

“What?” You asked with a grin, turning around and making your way inside of the villa. However, Josh followed you.

“You just fucking cock blocked me! Why? Why would you do that? For fuck sake, you know I haven’t had any sex this holiday!” Josh was getting angrier by the second, making some people look as you both made your way through the bunches of people.

“I just asked you something Josh, calm down, it’s not my fault she wasn’t interested.” You sniggered as you climbed the stairs.

“You know what you fucking did!”

“Calm down, babe.” You told him as you both entered the bedroom, you turned the light on.

“No, I won’t calm down! You are so fucking difficult! This whole trip you have been teasing me like fuck and then when I finally find someone who can potentially relieve me you mess it up. Y/N, why? I thought we were friends?” Josh’s voice was raised now and it was kind of turning you on by how frustrated and angry he was at you. He had you pressed up against the wall, cheeks flushed from anger.

“I have not been teasing you! Why would I? You clearly said at the start of this trip that you don’t want me!” You replied, getting nearer to Josh.

“Oh my god, is that what this is about? You were just trying to make me admit that I want you?” Josh lowered the volume now, working you out.

When you bit onto your lip and stayed silent, it confirmed it for Josh.

“Well Y/N, I do OK?” He told you, walking away from you.

“Do what?” You asked, following him across the room.

“I do want you!” This made you stop dead in your tracks. “I really want to fuck the shit out of you! You think it’s been easy for me seeing you in bikinis and wearing my t shirts? Sleeping in the same bed as you every night? Fucking hell, Y/N, I need you so fucking bad and I don’t care if you’re one of my best friends.”

The room suddenly went silent as you stared at Josh in shock.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You tested him.

Within seconds, Josh had you pinned up against the wall again as his lips were against yours. He cupped your face with his hands as he kissed you desperately. The kiss was rushed and needed, you had both waited for this for so long and as much as you wanted to savour the moment, all you wanted right now was for Josh to be inside of you.

Your grabbed onto the hem of Josh’s t shirt, pulling it up his body. Josh got the message and pulled it up over his head, throwing it to the floor before he kissed you again.

Pulling you away from the wall, Josh quickly unzipped the back of your dress and it fell to the floor.

“I need you so fucking bad.” You mumbled against his lips as your hands went to his belt.

Josh moaned into your mouth when your hand accidentally brushed against the bulge in his jeans. You pulled his jeans down his legs but he quickly slid them off, leaving him in just his boxers and you in just a bra and underwear.

“I can’t believe this happening.” Josh muttered as he broke the kiss.

You grabbed his hand and smirked at him, pulling him with you as you walked over to the bed. You let go of his hand as your hands went behind you, unclipping your bra and dropping it to the floor before climbing onto the bed and laying down. Josh stood there, staring at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Get a condom then.” You laughed, using your hands to cover yourself up a little.

Josh quickly walked over to his bag, rummaging for a moment until he pulled out a condom. He was taking too long for you. Your hand trailed down to your centre, slipping your underwear to the side and collecting all your juices with your fingers before rubbing your clit. A moan left your lips, causing Josh to turn his head.

“Joooosh…” You moaned out, keeping eye contact with him as you touched yourself.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Josh beamed, pulling his boxers off and swiftly slipping the condom on.

He climbed onto the bed on his knees, grasping your wrist to stop you from touching yourself before grabbing the sides of your underwear and heaving them down your legs. He was being a bit rough but it only turned you on more.

“Shit…” Josh licked his lips as he parted your legs, revealing yourself fully to him. “Look how wet you are.”

Josh’s fingers trailed up and down your core, saturating his fingers.
“Ready?” He asked and you nodded.

He leaned forward so he was now hovering over you, your faces only millimetres apart. You draped your arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to yours. With a quick kiss pressed to your lips, Josh rocked into you. The feeling was foreign and it took you a few thrusts to get used it before the pleasure began to kick in.

Josh’s size felt seamless for you as he filled you up and hit you in the right place, making you whimper his name out loud. With every thrust there was a small groan from Josh. He buried his face into your bare neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist which just added to the pleasure.

“Feels so fucking good.” Josh moaned, picking up the pace a little bit.

You reached down to pinch Josh’s bare bum and he tittered into your neck. When he started to go faster into you, the feeling was getting more and more penetrating and you didn’t know how to handle it. Your hands went to Josh’s back, holding onto the flesh with your nails, creating red marks as you dragged them across his skin.

Josh shuffled a bit, moving back so he was now sitting up on his knees. He grabbed your legs and parted them before slamming back into you, causing you to moan loudly. Looking up at him, you noticed the tips of his fringe were starting to become damp from the layer of sweat that was forming on his skin.

“You’re so hot.” You mumbled out loud as you watched Josh rock in and out of you.

“Uh, babe.” Josh simply moaned.

He reached forward, fingers going to your clit to add to the pleasure he was already giving you. It made everything feel so much more intense and your stomach began to knot. The feeling of Josh toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves mixed with him thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace was getting too much for you and you could feel yourself edging closer to your high.

“I’m gonna cum, Josh!” You screamed out as Josh continued to satisfy you.

Your fingers gripped onto the light blue duvet that was beneath you and you screwed your eyes shut in utter desire. Your breath was gone and your heart beat was going crazy, all because of Josh.

“Oh, Josh.” You moaned out.

Josh now used both hands to grip onto your waist, pounding in and out of you as he was getting closer to his own high. When you clenched your walls, it set him off. His grip on your waist became harsh and he moaned your name throughout the room.

“Y/N, fuckkkk!” He groaned as he released into the condom.

“Oh my fucking god.” You breathed out.

Josh pulled out of you, swiftly disposing of the condom and clearing everything up on the bed and you.

“Hey, Josh?” You spoke as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mmh?” He mumbled.

“My plan worked.”

Are You Flirting With Me?

Paring: Roman Reigns X reader
Rating: Teen? (There’s kissing, and implied pants-off stuff)
Length: 2.2k, long
Type: Request from @m-a-t-91 from forever ago (I’ll get better at request, I promise)
Warnings: Major fluffiness, comments about weight/fat, body image issues, poor self-esteem

Summary: Roman flirts with a new person, (y/n) backstage.

A/N: I tried very hard to make the reader gender neutral. It won’t always be possible, but I’ll make sure to have a gender neutral fic here and there. As always, thank you for reading! I genuinely appreciate your comments and feed back!

Working backstage during a WWE live show was an absolute circus. You were in one place when three different people would request your presence in five other places and that was just when you arrived.

Looking through different check lists, making phone call after phone call, and trying to tune your headset to the right frequency were manageable when you didn’t have to do them all at once. But this was your job now, and you kind of just had to /do it/.

After the show started, things settled down. Not so much at one time, but still hectic. Get Charlotte here. Seth needs something there. Don’t forget the props for New Day’s entrance. That kind of stuff was your purview as a talent liaison. You were a go-fer for the superstars.

As you caught your breath in a corner near the end of the night, you realized you were standing right next to Roman Reigns. He was a friendly guy. You two chatted it up in the halls quite a bit, but he intimidated you. He was talented, handsome as hell, and huge. Well, huge compared to you.

“Hey, baby, slow down. I see they got you runnin’ again tonight.” He smiled at you. Your heart jumped a bit.

“Yeah, I’m worried they think I’m getting fat or something, making me sprint like this… kinda seems like it,” you joked, hoping you didn’t sound lame.

“I think you look just right,” he shrugged, looking you over. ‘Oh, shit. Can he not do that?’ You thought, having to hold your knees a little tighter so you didn’t just melt.

“Thanks,” you smiled, trying to think of an excuse to leave, but the show was wrapping up and after that there wasn’t much to do.

“Have you eaten?” He asked. You frowned in thought. You hadn’t had anything since lunch.

“No, but-”

“There’s a great twenty-four hour joint right on the edge of town. Dean-o and I used to hit it up after shows here. Seeing as he’s on the blue brand now, I don’t have anyone to go with. Wanna come with me?”

“I’ve got stuff-”

“Hey, if you don’t want to go, I guess I can go alone.” He said, making his best puppy dog face at you, and damn if it wasn’t working.

“I, um,” you said, trying to think straight.

“Come on, y/n,” he pleaded. You were utterly shocked he knew your name, but a small part of you was doing your happy dance. “I won a hard fought match tonight and I just want to eat some good food across from a beautiful person.”

“I can try and find Tyler Breeze for you, but I think he already left.” You joked, defecting the compliment. Roman laughed out loud, and it made your soul sing.

“Not Tyler, you baby. What do you say?”
“Okay, that was some of the best diner food I’ve ever had,” you admitted as you and Roman walked back to his rental. You never rode with Talent, with a capital T. This was the first time, and it was just as fun as riding with the other liaisons. Actually more so. There wasn’t really any “shop talk” between you two. Other than making fun of Vince’s head set tirades. Roman confessed that sometimes when he was on commentary and Vince was going off he had to cover his smile with a hand.

“I told you it was a good place,” he said, sliding in the driver’s seat with predatory grace. “You staying at the same hotel as us?” He asked, starting the car.

“No, no,” you said, checking your email for your room confirmation. There wasn’t one. You scrolled through your emails again, and then checked all the deleted ones. “Turns out I might not have a room.”

“You didn’t book one?” He asked, turning back onto the road that led to the highway.

“I don’t know. Do you mind if I make a call? I know it’s rude in a car, but-” you were starting to freak out. It was a holiday weekend in a coastal city. If you hadn’t booked in advance you were screwed.

“I don’t mind.” He said, glancing your way with concern.
“Okay, nope, shit, fuck,” you said after hanging up with the last hotel in your destination city. “I don’t have a room. I guess I’m staying on someone’s floor.”

“Not after the day you had,” he scoffed. “Stay with me.”

You felt your whole body get hot. You could barely be in a car with this man, you couldn’t share a room with him. You would explode into hot pink flames just thinking about it too much.

“That’s very nice, Roman, but-” you tried, but he cut you off.

“No buts.” He said firmly. His voice making you shiver.

“Why?” You asked, feeling a little braver around him than usual. He invited you to dinner. Offered his room to you. You figured you were allowed to be curious at this point. You waited on baited breath for his answer.

“Because I’ve decided to be a very good friend of yours,” he said all smiley. You smiled back, feeling more comfortable and therefore impish.

“As long as it’s a one way street, Reigns, I’m fine with that.” You said, making him laugh again. You loved making people laugh, but making Roman laugh was kind of the best.

“Oh, but it’s not,” he said in mock seriousness.

“What?! I have to be a very good friend of yours back!? Ew!” You strained your voice to make it sound like a terrible request. A horrific burden. He chuckled knowingly. A smile jumped to the corners of your mouth at hearing his mirth and seeing the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Yes. A very good friend of mine. Emphasis on very,” he turned to you just a bit so you could see him wink.

“Roman!” You cried, laughing and swatting his arm. Every inch of you felt warm with embarrassment.

“Hey! I’m driving here!” He laughed, pushing your hand away.

“And I’m just trying to live!” You giggled back, resisting his push a little. The two of you almost holding hands.

Suddenly, you realized those touches were the first time you’d touched each other. Then you realized just how flirtatious those touches had been. Was it your imagination, or had all of this been flirting? Certainly it was flirting on your part. He was so goddam handsome. But was it possible he was flirting with you? For weeks you brushed it off as wishful thinking, but now…

“So…? Music?” He asked, reaching for the media cord.

“Hit me with the jams, Reigns,” you said, thanking God that he was turning on music. That would give you time to think.
“I can’t believe you knew every word. Like, every fucking word!” Roman said, as he went to the trunk of the rental to grab your bags. You followed, smiling ear to ear. “If I hadn’t been driving, some of that would be on SnapChat right now.”

The two of you had just listened to the music for a while before it became carpool karaoke. And super fun, no judgment, no holds barred carpool karaoke, at that. Forgotten lyrics, cracked voices and all. He was so much more chill than you had originally guessed. You could just be you around him and he could just be him.

Right in that half hour space between the first sing along and arrival at the hotel, all pretense and unease left the two of you. It was nice. Easy. Relaxing. Wonderful.
“Which side of the bed do you usually sleep on?” He asked as you laid your stuff by the couch.

“The middle side, Reigns. I’m single,” you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he smiled. “I don’t have a preferred side. You can pick which one you want.”

“Wait,” you said as your mind came to a full stop. “Are we sharing the bed?”

“Do you see another bed?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“There’s a couch right here,” you gestured to said couch. 'Couch.’ 'I will have couch.’ 'I will sleep couch.’ 'Couch.’ Your Brain was being really goddam helpful in this terrifying, yet thrilling, moment of confusion and realization.

“There’s a bed right here,” Roman gestured to said bed. You felt your knees go weak again. This man had some sort of power of you, and you knew what it was before, but now it was different.

Before it was muscles, and hair, and voice, and smile, and eyes. Now it was Roman. All of him, all at once.

“You want to sleep next to me? In the bed?” You asked, as he stepped over to you.

His hands gently found purchase on your shoulders, and you sighed at the touch. His broad palms and strong fingers felt right on you.

“I want to do more than that,” he spoke quietly. “In the bed.” You felt heat radiate from your whole body, but your analytical mind needed more than your body did.

“Are you flirting with me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You can stop with the jokes now, y/n,” he chuckled. You simply shook your head. His soulful brown eyes changed in an instant. “It’s not a joke?”

“I- No? It’s not a joke. I’m not used to- People like you and people like me- We don’t…” you tried to explain yourself.

“People like me?” He said, looking a bit lost. Kind of sad actually. You had to make this better, and quick. So you just started blurting things.

“You’re very attractive. You’re like super-duper handsome, and I’m just me. I know you like me. Like who I am inside, and stuff.” Way to be articulate, you scolded yourself sarcastically. “But I’m not top notch, super-duper, crazy attractive like you. So, I guess, I just thought I was attracted to you and it wasn’t mutual. What I mean is- When I said 'people like you’ I didn’t mean vain or shallow or superficial, I mean very very very VERY pretty people. And people like that aren’t usually attracted to people like me. That’s all I meant.” You stood in silence for a moment aghast that all of that had just spilled out of you.

“Holy shit,” Roman said, putting his hands on your upper arms in mock support. “Breathe.”

“You got it,” you nodded quickly.

“To answer your question from before, yes. I have been flirting with you tonight. Basically since you started working for the company, I’ve been flirting with you,” he explained. “At first it was because of how you look, but then it was because of who you are. I like you. A lot.”

“Score,” you said blankly, making him laugh again.

“It’s stuff like that. These little things you do that just fucking tickle me. You’re a goofball. You’re light hearted. You like to make people laugh. You’re genuine and humble and smart.” The compliments didn’t stop and you did your best to just take all of it in. You knew it would be rude to interrupt him. “There are lots of very, very pretty people in this world. You included.” You blushed and look away at that, biting your lip to keep protests at bay. He continued.

“But do you know how many times I’ve met a pretty person who was bright and funny and sweet?” He asked you, and you looked at him again. He was very serious right now. Your instinct was to make a joke, but you knew what he wanted you to say, so you said it.


“Just once,” he said, brushing your hair off your forehead. “Just you.”

You didn’t know what to say. What did someone say after hearing something like that? You supposed… thank you.

You inched closer to him.

'Thank you for seeing me.’ You thought.

He leaned down to you.

'Thank you for getting to know me.’ Your heart sang.

You closed your eyes.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whispered just as your lips met. The kiss was soft, but strong. Emotions flooded your whole body as his arms wrapped around it. As your lips parted, you opened your eyes and saw he was staring at you.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, resting his forehead on yours as you embraced.

“But, Roman,” you said as your brain became capable of thought again. “You know two people like that. There’s another person you know that’s gorgeous and smart and silly and kind,” you said, wrapping your fingers around a lock of his hair. “It’s you.” You kissed his cheek. “It’s you too, babe.”

He leaned back and smiled at you, shaking his head. “It’s just like you to say something like that.”

“Just say thank you and take the compliment,” you smiled, taking his lips again in a quick, sweet kiss. “Can’t be humble all the time, Reigns.”

“You’re right,” he smiled at you deviously. “Now let me brag about what I can do to you, so I can back it up later.”

You laughed, but quieted quickly so you could listen. Reigns was flirting with you and you didn’t want to miss a second.

A/N: Thanks again.

Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 1)

A/N: Here is the first part of my new series!!!!! I hope you all enjoy it! I’ve had this idea in my head since before I even had a tumblr, I could just never think up enough details until a couple weeks ago. I was laying in bed and then BAM. It was in my head.

This story will start out as a Dean x Reader, with eventual Castiel x Reader (It will make more sense later, I promise.) Also, I can’t really write a story summary yet as I don’t want to give too much away? So just, just read it! <3

Pairing: None yet.

Warnings: Just some language.

Word Count: 1.1k

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You peered through the blinds of your small house as you shook your head in frustration. For whatever reason, there was a car that had been parked across the street with two men sitting in it for the last two nights. They couldn’t be cops, because what kind of cops, undercover or not, drive ‘67 impalas? And they certainly didn’t let their hair grow out like that one did. You’d been on edge since the first time you saw the car, though you didn’t know if you were on edge for a good or bad reason, you just felt…off. You thought about going outside and talking to them, seeing what the hell their deal was; but unless they came and bothered you, that wasn’t happening.

You were typically a quiet person, very kept to yourself. You didn’t have any friends, if you had any family, you didn’t know about them, or they didn’t care about you. Your mother raised you to stand up for yourself, you had no problem telling someone to fuck off if they got too close. You weren’t always like this, growing up you had some friends. You went out and had fun, you were ‘normal’ as they say.

You lived in a small town, Makanda Illinois. It was a very quiet and peaceful place. This is where you’d been for the last eight years. Your mother had told you that when she died, you needed to go somewhere where chances of you being found were slim. You didn’t know who you were supposed to hide from, but you were guessing these men outside of your house might have been who she was talking about.

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“My Savior” Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,027

Rick Grimes x Reader

Request: A one shot where Rick saves the reader after she stops breathing and smut ensues.

Warnings: Mentions of breathing stopping?, language, fluff, sexual tension, smut (fem. receiving oral and penetration)

A/N: I changed up the request a little bit (sorry), but it’s still basically what was requested.

Originally posted by xneganslucillex


“I have nothing to wear. Seriously. No clothing.” You groan, looking at yourself in your new room. You had just arrived in Alexandria, and you love it. You have a bunch of luxuries that you never thought you’d have again, such as your own room. It was nice, and the people here were nice as well. Nice enough to throw your group a welcoming party.

A woman that you still don’t know the name of have given you a box of clothing that she said were about your size. The box included a dress, and she told you to wear it to the party tonight, but you’re still unsure if you should or not. It’s extremely polite of her to offer but you feel awkward wearing someone else’s clothes. But at this point, all you have is dirty ratted up clothes, so it seemed like you were left with no other choice.

You sigh, walking over to the box that was sitting on the edge of your bed. You take the dress out, which happened to be sitting on the top. It was quite beautiful, and when you try it on, you realize that it’s also extremely flattering. It hits mid-thigh, it’s tighter around your waist, and the color of the fabric looks good against your skin.

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Below Her Mouth

Year: 2016

Length: 1h 34min

Genre: Drama

Director: April Mullen

Starring: Erika Linder, Natalie Krill, Sebastian Pigott, Mayko Nguyen, Tommie-Amber Pirie, Melanie Leishman, Andrea Stefancikova

Story: Dallas (Erika Linder), a womanising butch lesbian, who just broke up with her girlfriend, meets Jasmine (Natalie Krill) at a bar. Intrigued by the engaged woman, Dallas seduces her and they spent a weekend together. Their affair finds a sudden end when Jasmine’s fiancé Rile (Sebastian Pigott) returns home from a weekend away.

Disclaimer: I watched the movie together with three friends at the premiere in Austria in a cinema full of lesbian and bi women, which was a very fun experience and might have influenced how I perceived the movie.


  • All-female crew: Director April Mullen shot the movie with an all-female crew. This alone should be reason enough to watch it.
  • Sex scenes: The film shows many sex scenes, most of them very well shot. What I think is a problem with many films with a sapphic love story is that they either can’t include much apart from a few kisses because of the rating or the sex scenes are overly stylised. For all its flaws, Below Her Mouth manages to avoid that. Also, many of the scenes include a strap-on.
  • (Unintentional) Humour: Much has been said about the script and the (presumably) wooden dialogue. The movie is a small indie production which doesn’t have the money to hire script doctors and “improve” the script until nothing is left of the first draft. Instead, it shows that Stephanie Fabrizi, who wrote the script, put work into it. The movie is just a lot of fun to watch and you can forgive lines like, “That’s my favourite tree”. It doesn’t take itself too seriously.
  • Dallas: This is more of an observation than an actual positive thing about the movie, but the three friends I watched the movie with agreed that Dallas is attractive and very hot; so, if you don’t watch the movie for anything else, at least watch it for Dallas.


  • Cheating: It’s established in the beginning that Rile isn’t the nicest boyfriend, but this is no excuse for Jasmine to cheat on him. Jasmine and Dallas’ whole affair has an air of “they shouldn’t be doing that”. Sometimes, the movie is similar to Imagine Me & You, with the slight difference that Jasmine in “only” engaged.
  • Ending: At the beginning of the movie, the audience gets the feeling that Dallas is only interested in Jasmine because she can’t have her, so when they get together in the end, it’s important to ask the question if their relationship can last. Another factor to consider is that Dallas tends to break up with women quickly, but she seems changed in the end, so I’m rooting for them.

Homophobia: 0/10 – There is no homophobia in the movie.

Violence: 0/10 – There is no violence against characters because of their sexual orientation.

Ending: The movie has a happy ending, Dallas and Jasmine get (and stay) together.

Sexual orientation: Dallas is the kind of lesbian who “always knew” she was exclusively attracted to women. Jasmine’s sexuality is left open to interpretation. She can be read as both bi and lesbian. She is engaged to a man and she has never had a girlfriend or just sex with a woman. She also tells Dallas that she once had a “thing” with a girl, but when her mother found them kissing, she made sure they didn’t see each other again. So Jasmine could be bi, but she can also be read as a lesbian who supressed her feelings for women out of guilt. In the end, she is much happier with Dallas than she was with Rile.

Note: I really enjoyed the movie and I tried to be as objective as possible, but if you get a chance to see it at the cinema, please go. You won’t regret it.

Colors of the Wind- Dino Fluff/Angst (Soulmate!AU)

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Request: seventeen dino soulmate au? thanks!

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Word Count: 2396

Member/Group: Chan (Dino) of SEVENTEEN

A/N: I woke up to write this at 6:00 in the morning, but I actually think this may be one of my favorite pieces of writing that I have done so far. (It definitely is the longest.) I hope you all enjoy reading this, and let’s get on with the story!

 When you finally meet your soulmate, people say that color is finally visible to your eyes. At the first second your eyes meet, a wave of color just splashes across your vision and you can finally truly see the world around you. Every young girl and boy dreams of the day when their life will no longer be black, white, and gray, but vivid hues of reds and blues. It changes the way you view the sky when you can finally tell the clouds from the atmosphere and plant are no longer gray but a bright green that seems as if it will rub off on your fingers if you touch it for too long. You were no different from every other teen as you dreamed of this day, but there was one problem: You were blind.

 It hadn’t always been that way. You still had memories of the way the Earth around you looked when you played in the garden and skipped on the sidewalks, but when you were only seven years old, something terrible happened. The strongest fever you had ever experienced shook your whole life around, and it caused many issues with development, mainly your eyesight. As you lived in the countryside most of your life, there was no real access to medical care unless you had the money to pay for it. Spoiler: your family didn’t. All your parents could do was make you as comfortable as possible as you lost the only thing that would ever help you find love when you were older. There were many days were the symptoms were not as bad as anybody thought they would be and your family thought there was a chance you would make a full recovery, but all that optimism was thrown out the window when you woke up and burst into tears finding that you could no longer see.

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Rescue Date - Lance x Reader

A/N: This fun lil’ story happens before the events of Voltron.

Prompt: YESSSSS VOLTRON! If it’s okay with you could I request some light-hearted fluff with Lance and his s/o? If you don’t have a prompt in mind maybe it’s how they meet? I once read this cute prompt where the s/o was getting stood up and right as they were about to leave the character sat down at the table and pretended that they were just running late for the date even though the two had never met and just told the s/o to play along? If that makes sense? Anyway love you’re blog you’re amazing!

Is this what being stood up feels like? If it is, you can say for certain that this fucking blows. You feel so humiliated and undesirable. You were also pretty sure everyone in the restaurant knew of your rejection. If there was a way for you to get rid of this feeling you would gladly pay any price. Just as you were contemplating on giving up and leaving a kind looking stranger slid into booth across from you.

“Sorry I’m late babe. I got caught in traffic.” He said, greeting you like you had known each other for years. Let’s get one thing straight here, you didn’t know this admittedly very attractive dude from Adam so why was he here? Was he mistaken? Did he think you were someone else?

“What?” Out of all the questions running through your head this was the one that ended up leaving your lips.

“Just go along with it. My name’s Lance by the way.” He leaned in and whispered to you. You could help but to smile thankfully at him.

“Well it took you long enough. I was beginning to think you had stood me up.” You responded trying to sound comfortable talking to this handsome, but complete and utter stranger.

“I would never stand you up babe.” He replied smoothly with a broad charming smile.

And that’s how you met your soulmate, in a restaurant where he saved you from your own humiliation. He kept his promise too. Not once while you were together did he stand up one of your dates. Well there was that one time but that, my friends, is another story for another day.

Ramsay x Female Reader

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Imagine being Ramsay’s new toy and he discovers your biting fetish when being sexual.

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\ Request from @lj-laufeypevensieweasley /

Hey! Love your stuff. If ur taking requests/are comfortable with writing Ramsay smut, could u do one based around the readers’ biting fetish? If not its fine! Love u! Xx

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my all time favourite shipping trope is “i hate you so much but shit you’re also very attractive so i guess we can make out some but tell no one” and that sort of works until they fall in love and suddenly it’s “oh shit now we have to tell people because if someone hits on you again i might just break something”