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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Inception AU where Sidney is in love with his teammate, Geno, so every couple of nights he gives into temptation and goes under to dream about what life would be like if they were married, if they had a house and laughing children and a dog or two. And every time he wakes up, feeling worse than before, because he thinks that Geno will never love him as much as dream-Geno does.

“He’s dreaming about hockey, probably,” Flower says to Geno. Sidney’s deals with the chemical aspect of missions. I haven’t dreamshared an extraction with him since, well, since you came.“

“Since me?” Geno says, flabbergasted. So it must be his fault that Sidney refuses to go under again, which is crushing because Geno very much liked Sidney.

“Don’t take it too personally,” Flower says, patting Geno on the back. “He has his routines. We all do. And,” Flower adds, “between you and me, I don’t think he’s laughed as much as he does when he’s with you. It’s just Sid being Sid.”

So one day, Geno walks by Sidney sleeping with his arm attached to the machine, and makes a last minute decision to enter Sidney’s dream. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, maybe Sidney dreaming of being a professional NHL-er (before the accident on his knee forced a career change), but soon he’s walking along a snowy trail to an open, picturesque lake, and sees…himself.

Dream-Geno is skating with a little girl, the latter shrieking in delight as dream-Geno swings her around. She soon leaves, hopping back towards a house in the distance and saying something or the other about getting hot chocolate. Dream-Geno follows, and so does Geno.

And inside the house was Sidney, greeting the girl with a kiss on the forehead and Dream-Geno with a real kiss, just a short peck, before Dream-Geno reels him back in for a deeper kiss.

“How was the lake?” Sidney prompts, nuzzling Geno’s nose with his.

“I’m thinking we still should have going to Florida,” dream-Geno teases, still holding Sidney by the waist with a steady arm. Sidney looks so soft and content in Dream-Geno’s arms, so different from the no-nonsense, serious Sidney while they were working in the real world.

Something in Sidney’s expression wavers, and he looks so sad all of a sudden. “I wish you were real,” he murmurs brokenly, cupping dream-Geno’s face with his left hand, the one bearing a golden ring. “God, I wish–”

“I am real, sweetheart,” dream-Geno assures, kissing Sidney’s hairline. “Am your husband, remember?”

Sidney checks his watch, his totem, and licks his lips.

“For two more minutes, yes,” Sidney says. “God, this is really fucking pathetic. I should stop.”

“No, no,” dream-Geno says. “Sid, you’re not pathetic at all. You wonderful.” He rubs his thumb over Sidney’s cheek and wipes away a tear. “Sid, is okay to want. You deserve be happy. Not be lonely.”

“I’m too scared,” Sidney says, resting his forehead on Dream-Geno’s chest. The watch starts beeping. “Goodbye, G.”

Dream-Geno kisses Sidney’s forehead and tucks his head under his chin. “Until next time, love.”

Then he turns his eyes to stare straight at where real Geno is hiding, his expression stony, and Geno wakes up with a start.

Geno turns to look at Sidney, whose eyes are still closed, and shakes him awake.

“Sid,” he says. “Sid, you up?”

Sidney opens his eyes, his expression growing frantic as he realizes exactly who is shaking him.

“Did you just come in?” Sidney demands. He rubs at his eyes furiously. His eyes are red-rimmed.

“Yes,” Geno lies. “Just see you nap, be lazy.”

“Oh,” Sidney says, and he sounds so heartbroken that Geno wishes he could just gather Sidney in his arms until he stops looking like he could shatter. “Yeah, no, um, I was just testing out a new…new type of…serum…it’s more stable. Reacts pretty well with a timer, so it’ll be easier on you during an extraction.”

“Sidney, you wonderful,” Geno says, unknowingly echoing dream-Geno’s words. “Thanks.”

Sidney’s lips thin out into a tight smile. “It’s no problem.”

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Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

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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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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.
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Originally posted by mikeygcsgiggle

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     The cricket chirped once and your eyes followed closely as it hopped forward and then chirped another time. It was the only sound present in the quiet early morning. The grass dewy, air crisp, and just crickets chirping. For some reason you were taking in every detail. Soaking it all up as you waited. You seemed to be glued to the porch swing; the only time you had gotten up was to go to sleep but event then you weren’t exactly sure how you made it inside because you found yourself back out once again. It felt as if last night went by in a blur and you were desperately trying to put the pieces back together. You couldn’t remember what you and Calum had talked about, but what you did remember was that Calum said he would be on his way. That was at least seven hours ago. Even after you had made it to bed you couldn’t fall asleep. So at the moment you were running on coffee and anticipation.  

Another sound entered the mic of the crickets chirping. It was a car. Your head shot up and you closely watched as the car slowly came to a stop right outside your family’s cabin home. Soon Calum stepped out. 

He looked so good. It had been weeks since you last saw him in person. Calum’s hair was shorter on the sides and a bit longer near the top. The black curls matted against his forehead as if he had just gotten out the shower. Your eyes soaked in his tanned skin which looked radiant in the gloomy spring light. You couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face. Calum’s gaze was down at his feet as he approached you. More silence followed. The type of silence that made one’s skin crawl. A type of silence so thick it could be sliced with a knife. You stared as Calum stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and began to rock on the balls of his feet. He had done this once before. It was at the age of nineteen when he had done this action. Coming back over to your place to apologize over a fight that could have been avoided. Things were much simpler back then. You couldn’t believe how far the two of you had actually come. Everything you had gone through that led the both of you right her at this moment. It was all because of one mistake. A mistake Calum was desperately trying to fix.

“Hey,” Calum finally said, head raising up to look at you.

“Hi,” you whispered back, licking at your lips that had become dry. “Do you want to sit down?” you mumbled, gesturing at the empty space next to you. Calum was quick to take the spot and the minute he sat down his hand reached out to grab yours. He looked around at the cabin for a few seconds with a small smile.

“I remember the first time you brought me out here,” Calum commented, trying to lighten the mood. “It was over the summer and we had been dating for at least three months by then, and I remember we went fishing right down there-” he pointed between some oak trees that held a path that led out to the lake. Calum grimaced “Ended up getting sick that night, but you took care of me through the whole thing.” 

“You got sick from eating the fish which I warned you they weren’t safe to eat. You were suppose to catch them then throw them back,” you laughed, the memory being etched into your mind clear as day. Calum laughed in response and then nodded. “Such a stubborn ass,” you smiled, your laughter dying down at reality began to sink in. 

“Where’d we go wrong?” Calum sighed. 

“You decided you wanted to stick your dick into something shiny and new,” you said in a low voice. Calum’s face fell and he let out a deeper sigh, one that was full of regret and sorrow. “We were gonna have kids and live in this massive house,” you said voice coming out in a croak. Calum squeezed your hand at your words and he lifted your clasped hands to kiss at the back of yours. 

“I fucked up,” Calum replied, “I fucked up our marriage, I fucked up my life…let me fix it.”

“I love you, Calum,” you whispered, wiping away a tear that was threatening to fall. “And it hurts . It hurts to love you because over the last few months all you’ve done was cause me nothing but pain,” you had suck in a deep breath to calm your nerves and then turned to face him.

“I don’t know what it’ll take to make you forgive me,” Calum said, “Your pain causes me pain and it’s all my fault that we’re in this mess.” He kissed at the back of your hand once again and you shifted in your spot so that your legs were now resting on the porch swing, and your head rested on his shoulder. Calum kissed the top of your head this time and closed his eyes to soak in the moment. You began to wipe away even more tears and stared out at the trees.

“I’m choosing to put everything that’s wrong behind us. I want to move forward, Calum,” you said. Calum’s gaze dropped and he licked at his lips. 

“I wish I could go back and do it all differently. I should have just came home that night. Should’ve turned that woman down and come home to snuggle up with you instead,” he mumbled against your hairline. “Don’t leave me ever again,” Calum pleaded. It was silent once again and your head lifted to look at Calum cautiously. 

“There’s just one condition I have,” you said. 

“What’s that?” he whispered, beginning to chew on his bottom lip. You could tell he was holding his breath waiting for what your request was. “I promise you nothing like this will ever happen again,” Calum spoke up. 

“I know,” you replied, sitting up straight. “That’s why I want you to know that if it does happen again there’s no going back because I will file for the divorce and no matter how much you try to save things  you will end up signing those papers and leave my life for good.” Your tone sounded menacing and Calum could feel his skin crawl at your words. You not being in his life sounded dreadful. Calum didn’t like to be away from you even when you had left him a few a month ago he was distraught. He swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably in his spot at the hard stare you were giving him. “So my only condition is that you spend two days with my dad-I’ve convinced him not to kill you, but as a compromised for him not hurting you, this is it. Do you agree to these terms?” 

“I have no choice in this do I?” Calum questioned, earning a smile and a nod from you. He didn’t have a choice at all because your father would have personally sought Calum out if he had refused. Calum reached out to pull you back into his embrace. “Alright I’ll do it. I’ll gain your trust back even if it takes me forever.” 

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 

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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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