i want to lick your hairline

Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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the thing is i actually really like SU angst, but not the kind that questions/erases how much the Crystal Fam love, care about, and strive to do right by each other, which seems to be a lot of it…so I’m gonna be the change I want to see in the world right now

here are some thoughts about older!Steven (or at least more-experienced Steven) acting as the team medic, like when YD lands and stuff:

  • Garnet steeling her jaw like a vice, her back supported on Steven’s arm as he heals a hairline fissure in her (Ruby, although who knows how much that distinction matters) gem with a little give-your-ol-mom-a-kiss peck, and then frantically licks his fingertips to see to other wounds, murmuring ‘keep ‘er together guys it’s not over yet’
  • Amethyst squirming in his gentle hug, yelling ‘I’M GOOD, I’M GOOD! LET ME AT ‘ER!’ while Steven tries to inform her that this is not a good plan. She breaks free and levels a high-impact hit on their foe, spin dash style, but comes out on the other side a little shaky fluff curled up on the ground. Steven rushes to her side and tries not to say I told you so. ‘Had to soften ‘em up for ya, Tiger. What’s a tag-team for?’ she manages, before grunting ‘hang on to me okay?’ and poofing
  • Pearl knocked out with a hard blow to the gem, her head twitching in Steven’s lap as staticy, frantic, disjointed holograms–half-formed memories of a millennia-long fight–writhe and buzz over them. Tears come to his eyes when he hears his mother’s voice, glitchy and disconnected from any related image, murmur ‘You have to stop doing this.’ They spill over when Pearl mouths ‘I’m trying.’ When he heals her he’s braced to be called the wrong name again, but instead she flings her arms around him and says ‘STEVEN, you did it!!’ with so much pride he forgets about crying.

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters


Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, & Fluff

Summary: Sam and reader try something new. He watches and tells her what to do before jumping in himself. A/n: This is probably the realist depiction of a mid-relationship I’ve written IMO. 

It was just another evening curled up with Sam on the couch. Your head rested comfortably in his shoulder as you absently went through your phone. Sam’s arm, draped over your back, held you close, hand drawing soft little circles on your shoulder and down your arm. It was cozy and wonderful. You clicked off your phone finally losing interest and opted to stare at Sam. He didn’t notice as you slightly shifted to gaze at his face, his attention still captured by the book in his lap.

You admired the strong line of his jaw, which contained a shadow of stubble now. Sam swallowed, drawing your eyes to the muscles in his neck. It was always fun kissing him there. You smiled remembering the little spot on his neck that always elicited a shallow gasp like he didn’t expect it, followed by his hands tightening wherever they touched you. It took a lot of restraint not to plant a soft kiss there now.

You shifted again turning towards him more resting your head on your hand as you propped your elbow on the back of the couch. His arm slid down to accommodate the new position. His fingers finding a resting point on the curve of your hip. Without trying, his touch brought the beginnings of arousal. You studied his face. He remained clueless about his actions. Your lips twitched into a pout, finding the current situation completely unfair. You wanted to say something that would break of him of his concentration.

“You like watching me touch myself?”

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader 

Prompt: “I don’t see why you’re worried, my family likes you more than me.  I’m not kidding, they told me that.”

Word Count: 1,232

Requested by: Anon

Requests are CLOSED!

Notes: I might make a part two to this if you guys like it???

Originally posted by sherrykinss

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Pain Relief.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Girl we are in sync.True internet friends.

Since I’m on my period and I wanna die, can you do one where one of them soothes the reader from cramps? Preferably fluffy? Thank you ;-; -Anon

Thank god it was a day to relax and do nothing because you couldn’t do anything but lay in bed a hold a heating pad. It was about two in the afternoon and Dan couldn't convince you to do anything. He tried to get you to come have breakfast with him. This didn’t work as the thought of food made you nauseous. He did bring you a tea and some fruit snacks to make sure you ate something. Even if it is a snack kid’s eat in their lunch box. After leaving you be with your laptop on the side table playing Netflix on a binge he came back to make sure you were still alive.

Knocking on the door Dan cracked it open to see you laying in bed in the fetal position. “Period kickin your ass?” You nodded giving a little moan to let him know you were displeased with the situation.

“ I love being a woman but why should I be congratulated with not being pregnant with blood pain and emotinons?” Dan smiled as he crawled into the bed with you grabbing some blankets that were warm from your body heat.

“Well, I think it’s because a woman can handle a lot more shit then some men can. I smack my toe on the coffee table and I bitch for a week.” Dan pulled you by the waist being careful not to hurt you. “I want you closer to me. Let me love on you.” You wiggled your way closer enjoying the feeling of Dan’s arms around you.”Come pet, tell me a story I have never heard before.” Dan’s hand wandered it’s way to one arm as he stroked it slow and soft. The other found one of your hands as it played with your fingers and palm. Trying his absolute best to take your mind off the pain.

“I am sure you have heard all of my stories from when I was a kid.” Dan placed his lips at the back of your neck as he kissed the skin right under your hairline.

“Well tell me again. I love hearing about little you. I just wish I could have been there. Especially through your awkward teen years.” You pinched at Dan’s finger as he pulled back a little laughing. 

“At least some of my awkward teen years are on video for the internet. Hello, my name is.” You didn’t get to finish as Dan’s hand made its way over your mouth to put a stop to that. The both of you laughed as Dan removed his hand from your licking his palm.

“Now I don’t want to love on you. Suffer!” Dan pretended like he was preparing to leave the bed before you wrapped your arms around his back to try and stop him.”Oh, now you change your tune.” Dan flipped you around so you were on your back as he started to kiss your face all over and tickle you a bit. Stupid little giggles were filling the room from the both of you. Just as you thought you were sure to burst from laughter Dan stopped Placing a long kiss to your lips. You couldn't help yourself. He is your drug of choice. Wrapping your arms around his neck you were able to pull him closer to deepen the kiss more.The pain wasn’t gone but Dan was able to help you forget for even a moment.

Stay Puft - Smut

Originally posted by geekimus-prime

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,096
AN: Okay this really has nothing to do with Ghostbusters but the title is fitting and I needed to use this GIF cause he’s so cute when he’s not destroying NYC. This is basically PWP so Happy Thanksgiving!

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.” You hushed him, tying a knot in the tie you’d looped around his wrist and to the headboard.

“I didn’t know you were into this type of thing.” Stiles chuckled, his head falling back as he watched you walk around the bed.

“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?” You quipped, fastening his right arm with another tie.

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Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Rating: G? T? Somewhere in between?
Genre: fluff/obligatory aliens
Word count: 1,929
request from ohirime ! who wanted a fic “where ichigo picks his oh so cute /and lost/ girlfriend orihime up from a train station on a very late hour and then they have a train ride together”

Today 6:17 PM

Hullo, Kurosaki-kun! ( ゚▽゚)/
What are you up to on
this gorge-mous Tokyo
afternoon? \(@ ̄∇ ̄@)/

Hey, Inoue.
Nothing much,
just waiting to pick up
my girlfriend at the
train station.
She’s a little late…
It’s more like evening…

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This was a request by a few anons. I hope you guys like it :) It turned out a little smutty XD Demon!Dean does that to me hahaha 

Part Two of „Imagine being a fallen angel. You are doing your best coping with human life but then you meet Demon Dean and everything changes.“

Read Part One here 


His tongue leaves a thin, wet line on your stomach. Dean’s hands roam over your breasts and he keeps pressing hard kisses all over your tummy. The sensations running through you are so new and raw and you can’t stop but wanting more and more. Your hands reach up to Dean’s shoulders and you dig your nails into them. The man makes a low growl and it puts a smile on your face, knowing it isn’t just you who is turned on.
Dean starts working his way back up to your face. You are sure his bites and hard kisses will leave marks all over your body. It feels so good and when he reaches your neck you are melting under him. He finds a spot right under your jawline and licks it with his tongue, pushing your legs apart with his knee at the same time. Without thinking about it your body follows Dean’s motions. There is a strong desire building up in you. His naked torso brushes against yours when he grinds into you. It feels so good a moan escapes your lips.
„Dean!“ you voice drips with arousal and you buck your hips up a bit to feel that friction again.
He chuckles, dark and knowingly. His sucking on your neck starts to get harder and it hurts a little. But right now it feels like the sweetest touch you never want to end.  A quick movement and Dean looks up at you. His swollen lips are formed into a boyish grin and he bites his bottom lip savoring the look of you. 
All you can see are his obsidian black eyes. They scare you, the demon looking at you scares you but still you need him to do things to you. Every single touch sets you on fire, produces an untamable need to come undone. Pushing away the last ounce of self-control you reach up and wind your fingers into Dean’s hair. Wanting to taste his mouth on yours you pull the Demon down.

Breathing heavily you wake up. The blanket is pushed off the bed laying on the floor.
03.15 – green, digital letters blink at you from your nightstand. Still drowsy you reach over to the glass of water next to you and empty the whole thing. Huffing out in annoyance you let yourself fall back onto the pillow.

It had been three month since your night with Dean – the demon – but the dreams don’t seem to be leaving you any time soon. Not that you had a problem with reliving your night with Dean over and over again but it always left you with the craving for the ‚real thing’.
Now once again you are laying wide awake in your bed, cheeks flushed red and an aching between your legs.

Dean’s rough hand wanders down to your left thigh and strokes your tender skin. He lightly brushes over your panties.

You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut quickly.
„This can’t go on like this. Stop thinking about it, about him“, you say out loud hoping it might be more persuasive that way. A few deep breaths later you come to the conclusion that it would probably be better to just force yourself to get up. The couple extra hours of sleep you sure could use won’t come anyways and laying in your bed, the exact bed you had sex in with Dean, won’t do any good either. You shiver a little bit when your feet hit the cold ground but you quickly put on a sweatshirt and make your way to the kitchen.

You can feel the obvious bulge in his pants when he grinds against you. Desperate not to lose that pressure you wrap your legs around his body and push him even closer. Dean hisses, his hot breath –

„For crying out loud! Get out of my head, dammit!“ You slam the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. If you had know that one night would change your life like that you probably would have given it a second thought. But who are you kidding, you still would have slept with Dean. A red light appears on your coffee machine indicating the water is hot enough. You push it and instantly the smell of fresh coffee fills the room. Waiting for the coffee to run through you aren’t paying enough attention to control your thoughts and they immediately start wandering again.

His hot breath graces your nipple and he takes it into his mouth. You can’t wait any longer, you need him. „Dean, please. No more teasing.“  Definitely the wrong thing to say because now the man grins devilishly up at you and pushes himself down further.
„Promise“ he purrs – why don’t you quite believe him… Slowly Dean pulls of your underwear. His black eyes taking in the sight of you completely naked.

„Shit.“ You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you took a huge gulp of the steaming hot coffee. The inside of your mouth burned painfully. Trying to calm your burned flesh you turn on the sink and bend forward to drink directly from it. It feels better right away and you twinkle away a few tears.

Getting up quickly Dean frees himself from his pants and boxers. You can’t help but stare; demon, human, whatever he is gorgeous. His eyes flicker a little and for a moment they turn green again. You two look at each other and then he hungrily lowers himself onto you. When you try to move he pins your hands down above your head and kisses alongside of them.
„Hold still,“ he demands in a deep voice turning you on even more.

Giving in to your wandering mind you sit down at the kitchen table. Out of habit you cross your legs and a sweet jolt shoots through you. Great, you think, I am horny as fuck, it is almost four in the morning and in 3 hours I have to be at work. Just another lovely day.
You take a zip of your coffee, carefully this time.

His cock presses against your clit but he still won’t push inside you, enjoying the way you quiver under him. Arrogantly, he runs one single finger down your body. He watches every little reaction of yours. It turns him on how he can have his way with you. His finger traces along side your left collarbone until it hits the slightly deeper spot in the middle at the end of your throat. You gasp, wiggling with your hips a little. Heat shoots through you, the friction you are getting from Dean’s cock is not enough. He laughs, he knows exactly what he is doing to you. His finger starts moving again – painfully slowly. When he is between your breasts he circles them both and continues to go down towards your navel. There are goosebumps all over your body and you breath heavily. Dean dips his finger into your bellybutton and winks at you boldly.
„That’s what you want isn’t it? You can hardly wait can you?“  The demon watches you. Nodding, you whisper, „Yes!“
„You are pretty turned on for an angel.“  His laughter rips through the room and you swallow, surprised by the roughness. You realize again how dangerous he actually is. He could tear you apart but still right now you can’t think of anything else than being pressed up against him. Once again, Dean starts moving his finger. This time, he lightly strokes two of his fingers down from your belly button. When he reaches your pussy you gasp in anticipation. His fingers linger above it for a second. The waiting kills you.
„Say it, come on, beg, Baby! Beg for me.“ Dean’s eyes are back to the breathtaking black and his facial expression is almost wolfish. Without thinking twice you whine out a, „Please, Dean. Please touch me!“

You shake your head. Maybe a cold shower would help to calm yourself down. You really had to get a grip before you would leave for work. Since your coffee is empty by now you get up and walk towards your bathroom. Your blue pajamas hit the floor and you jump into the shower. Even though you can’t stand it when the water temperature isn’t right you make yourself stand under the cold jet of water.

And he finally does. His fingers rub over your clit and you moan out loudly. Finally getting the friction you craved so much, heat starts to build up in your whole body. Dean bends down and kisses you running his tongue over your lips forcing your mouth open. It feels so good to have his fingers down there and you push up against them. He lets them slip inside you and pumps them torturingly slowly in and out. Your kisses grow wilder and you both have to gasp for breath. You can’t take it any longer. You need him! Now! Grabbing him by his hairline you pull him away a few inches and look at him furiously. „Stop playing games Winchester and bring it on already!“ For a second he seems surprised by your directness but the way he licks his lips and pushes down on you tells you that he likes you all perky. However, he still manages to somehow control his own urges.You decide to take it further hoping to finally get what you want.
„If you don’t take me right now, I promise you I will finish myself off.“  This did it, Dean groans into your mouth and pushes into you with one swift movement, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. He fills you up completely and the slight burning sensation feels way too good.

Giving up on any attempts to rid yourself of having flashbacks to the night with Dean you dry yourself off with a towel. It takes you two and a half hours, several more coffees and a few more flashbacks until you shut the door of your flat behind you, ready to go to work. You let your key ring slip into your purse unconsciously when something out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. There is a green sticky note attached to the doorframe on the other side of your door. You pull it off and prune at the handwriting – none that you could match to somebody in particular. It is a little cursive but has a distinctive carelessness about itself. When you read what it says your heart skips a beat.

I know you still dream about our night together - lets do it again!

Proposal - Alan Ashby Imagine

Will you do one with alan where you’ve been dating for a really long time and you finally lose your virginity to him and after he gives you this long speech about why he loves you and it ends in a proposal? Thanks! I love your imagines by the way!

Your lips moved over Alan’s skin, soft breaths humming past his throat as his hands glided over your curves, slightly tugging at your loose fitted shirt with eagerness. Your hands rested on his bare, tattooed chest as your hips grinded together. 

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