things i want to lick

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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Naughty Little Thief

Warnings: Oral, Swearing




You chewed you lip nervously as you headed to the shower, the unmistakable sound of Roman Godfrey stomping through the front door, bounced off the tiles of your large bathroom. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the missing painting, after all it wasn’t a subject he was passionate about and he had so many lavish paintings hanging on the wall he wouldn’t miss just one.


 

You thought you were in the clear until Anna began talking to him hysterically. The hot water distracted you for a while, you were to distracted by the heavenly steam that filled the shower room that you missed Roman walking in, carefully making his way around the circular shower head that was suspended from the ceiling.


 

“Who’d you sell it to?” Roman asked making you jump. He was still wearing his suit as he let his eyes run up and down your bare body, his eyes only meeting yours when you tried to cover yourself as best you could.


“The pawn shop next to the diner in town.” You mumbled, he nodded and hurried down the little tiled ally that led to your bathroom and vanished from sight.



With a relived huff you turned your attention back to the luxuriously warm water, convinced you’d managed to escape Roman’s foul mood, until your hair was tugged and Roman began nipping at your neck now shy of his clothes.


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Why do we play games? I think first dates should be heart-pounding, nerve-giving, lip-licking things.

I don’t want to not feel - I want to feel too much too fast. I want to be honest and answer your text as soon as I get it. I want to fall in love before it’s time and not give a fuck.

—  wg // forgive me, I’ve had whiskey tonight
Hairway to heaven

A/N: (LOOK AT THIS PUN!) This takes place after 12x09, no spoilers though! I hope you all enjoy this little love story :) My tags lists are opened! Send me an ask if you want to be added!

Dean x Reader

Story: Y/N is Sam and Dean’s barber in Lebanon, Kansas. (That’s all you need to know)

Warnings: language and smut

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure


You sighed, looking at the clock above the mirrored wall of your salon, knowing the end of the day had arrived too soon. Again.

“You can go home Nadine” you signed to your employee, the brunette giving you a gentle smile as she walked at the back of the shop and grabbed her belongings.

“Thanks Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow”

You nodded and waved quickly before you started again your closing tasks, pretty sure no more customers would walk in at that time of the day. Not that you would refuse to get a quick haircut done since you were in no hurry to go home. No hurry simply because your apartment was just above your salon.

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The First Girl.

She’s perfect.

“So, are we gonna go to your place after this?” she asks.

Met her this month. It’s been rough, really. Seven months, seven girls. But I have a good feeling about her.

“Uh, hello?”

I come back to reality with a start. “Oh, um, oh. Sorry, I uh, was distracted by your… your eyes.”

Grey-green. God’s gift to her. And me.

She laughs. Rests her chin on the back of her hand. She’s tempting me, and by God it’s working.

“So?” Jessica asks.

“Uh, so what?” Smooth.

“Are we going to your place?”

I hesitate. Going back to my place is the last thing I want to do. She licks her lips while I waste seconds, blinks three times, coughs into her hand, then blinks two more times. I cannot take my eyes off her.

“Well, um, I have some, you know, cleaning up to do, and I’m not really sure if…” I unravel my excuse. “I mean, you’re place is fine.”

“Oh, come on! We’ve been going to my place for weeks,” she pouts. “It’s getting kind of… boring.”

The waiter comes around with our orders. Thank God. Maybe now, she’ll…

“So? What about it?” she asks.

Shit.

“Uh, well, maybe…” What could go wrong? Maybe it’ll be okay. I notice her smile, that dazzling smile, start to wilt. “Well, um, yeah, sure. Why not?” The corners of her mouth go right back up.

The jazz band plays on as we talk. About things.

“You know, I never asked you. Did you have anyone before me?”

She hesitates.

“Don’t worry. I’ve told you before, I’ve had my fair share of women as well.”

She laughs, I guess to break the tension. “Yeah, a few.”

“They treated you alright?”

“Some of them, yeah. Nothing much. It’s in the past anyway.”

I don’t know what to say. I have my lips half parted. Instead, I close them, put my hand over hers. There are just some things that don’t need to be said. Five minutes of silence between us. Five minutes of heaven.

“So, your place?” she asks.

I nearly have a breakdown then and there. I pull myself together. “Mhm, yeah, just have to pay for this. God damnit, why do they take so long with the bill?”

Took them another fifteen minutes to bring the bill over, another five to pay. Never going there again. The drive over to my place was long and silent. She was looking at me the whole time. I guess she could see me hyperventilating.

“God damn, I must look like a creep, don’t I?” I joke.

At least I did something right. We were laughing all the five minutes it took us to reach my place.

“Nah, nah, I understand. You’re nervous.” she says as she climbs out of the car.

When I open the door, she starts laughing again. “Where’s that mess you were talking about?” The place was spotless.

We sit down in front of the television, watch some soap opera. I’m not even paying attention. All I can feel is the warmth of her body curled up against me. I didn’t want to lose her. I couldn’t lose her.

The credits roll. “Would you mind me sleeping over tonight?” asks Jessica.

I want to say no. Please, just let me say no. “Yeah, why not?”

We talk a bit before we go to sleep. “So, what about the first one?” she asks.

“The-the first one? The first one of what?” I ask her.

“The first girl you ever met. The only one you ever married?” she replies.

“Oh, um, yeah. What about her?”

“How was she? How did you and her…”

“She… she was the best woman I ever met. Just like you. She loved me. Not just my looks, she loved my personality. She was always interested in me, the things I did, where I went, what I did. She was always there to support me. I guess that’s why I married her.”

“How did she leave you?” asks Jessica.

“She… didn’t. She fell down the stairs. Broke her neck.”

“What, I… I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, it’s not your fault. It’s okay,” I sigh. “You know, she was always so possessive. Almost never left my side. I never though that I would be the one to lose her. She was so possessive.”

Jessica’s breathing slows down, becomes deep and uniform. Fast asleep.

“She still is,” I mutter.

I have trouble falling asleep that night. I just stare at the ceiling, listening to Jessica’s breathing. Maybe it would be alright.

When I wake up, Jessica was rolled away from me. I pray. I pray for ten long minutes. Then finally, I reach out with my hand, search for her. Touch a cold, still mass.

I start to cry. Cold, dead tears roll down my face. I sit up, turn her over, stare into her face, her bloody, empty eye sockets.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have,” I speak to her corpse. I understand once again the meaning of too little, too late. Like I have seven times before. The ninth girl I ever loved, the eighth girl that died by my hands, dead because I couldn’t help myself.

It’s in the corner. Like always. I turn to face it. A black, rotting body covered in writhing shadows. A bent and twisted neck.

“Why? Why?” I scream at it. “If you ever loved me, you’d let me move on. Why wont you let me move on!?”

It doesn’t speak. Just floats there. Watching me with, dull, glassy, unmoving eyes. There’s no point in reasoning with it. It’s not her, I tell myself. It’s just a spirit, a part of her. A part that refuses to let me fucking move on.

There’s no point. I turn away and pick up the eighth girl. No, not the eighth girl. Jessica. I pick up Jessica.

I drive for three straight hours. Take the shovel out of the back. Dig the eighth grave. Bury my mistake.

And try to prepare for the mistakes that are yet to happen.

Weird Things That Were Said During the Pastel Easter Baking Video

~Pastel lemon meringue easter treat delicious extravaganza weasel mouth friends
~I think we can go all the way. so, are you suggesting that we should get get pastelly up in this kitchen?
~You were just tweaking the nipple of the lemon. 
~No sniffing, no tweaking, no milking.
~Don’t stick it in my face, Phil!
~Now you know who would win in a sword fight.
~Drop ur mum’s utensil on the door (not even legit I just had to)
~Imagine you’re waxing it.
~*moaning while Phil cuts up lemon*
~OK SWAP DAN I’M DYING
~Soft peaks
~*violently squeezing and shaking lemon while moaning*
~No lick.
~Get your tongue out of the gutter.
~Time to whack ‘em in the piping bags.
~Delicately spoon them in. No whacking.
~WHAT UP I’VE JUST BEEN BORN GIVE ME THE TIT
~Why does my mind always go to lambing when I stick my hand in things?
~I JUST WANT TO LICK IT RIGHT NOW
~With little nips. (I mean peaks)
~Phil, you just knocked the eggs into me.
~I’m gonna just do like a poop with a smaller poop on top.
~Whack 'em in the ove.
~Hey guys. Daniel X Dream here. Welcome to the baking intermission. Things are about to get s- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAAAAA 
~Impreg fic *holding out Dan’s dungarees and pretending he’s pregnant*
~Those are boobs.
~Now it looks like someone is lactating blood.
~What has happened to that boob?
~Look at the peak in that cloud. I wanna stick that in my mouth.
~You see my actual orgasm face again. Here we go again on AmazingPhil.
~MMM… GET THOSE HARD PEAKS INTO MY MOUTH!!
~Tickle a lamb. Stroke a bunny. Do nothing that we said in this video.
~See a doctor if your nipples are bleeding.

plus size series: luke

He clutched his cell phone tightly in his palm, he waited to her her smile pop up on the screen, the picture that she had no idea that he even had taken, let alone made his lockscreen. He threw the phone onto the cold, empty bed and walked over to the bathroom, he look a good look at himself, he looked terrible and he knew it; blood shot eyes, messy hair, overgrown beard. He splashed some cold water on his face and sat in the same position he had been for the last 4 hours. 

“Mate..you gotta let it go.” Calum leaned up against the doorway with a frown on his face. 

“I can’t.” Luke mumbled to himself and grabbed his phone, pressing the home button repeatedly. “Goddamn it.” He shouted and threw the phone in Calum’s direction. 

“It’s been a week.” Calum rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed beside his best friend, his heartbroken best friend. 

“She told me to go fuck myself. She hates me. We never fight.” He stared off in space, trying to blink back the tears that were forming in his. She always used to giggle and poke his cheeks when he’d tear up like this during sad movies. 

“It was your fault Luke. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Calum gripped Luke’s arm tightly and he flinched away, remembering what happened. The way she looked up at him, her plump pink bottom lip quivering, her chunky fingers wrapped around his tshirt in anger. She’d told him that she loved him, more than a friend. And he responded with making a face like he’d just seen roadkill, and simply the word “oh”. He didn’t mean to react that way, Luke was never good with feelings. He was never good with expressing the way he felt, but she was. And if Luke was being completely honest with himself, he had fallen head over heels for her within the first week of knowing her, 4 years ago now. His dick would twitch when her shirt would ride up, showing off the soft skin that she rarely showed. Drool would sometimes escape the corner of his mouth when he’d accidentally see her changing, the stretch marks covering her thighs, arms, butt, stomach only made her even more beautiful to him. On a normal day, he would do nothing but sit around and think about her, all the boys knew he was far gone for her, and god they wanted Luke not to fuck things up with her. 

“You don’t think I know that?” He yelled. 

“Christ sakes Luke. Just go to her place! What’s the worst that could happen? There’s no way she could stop loving you in week.” 

“You don’t know her like I do.” Luke grumbled, recalling the scattered boyfriends she’d had over the years. How she could cut the chord with them in about a day, almost like she’d never cared at all. Luke’s stomach felt unsettled, he couldn’t bear the though of going the rest of his life without her. The way she’d cuddle up into his chest, he’d always slide his hand between her thick thighs to ‘keep his hands warm’, she thought it was funny, it turned on Luke to no end. He stood up abruptly and slid his shoes on, grabbing his keys and phone off of the floor and running out the front door to the car, which still had the fruity smell of her lingering from the passengers seat. He sped down the street, he could probably drive to her apartment with his eyes closed by this point in his life. He was praying she would answer the door, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to kiss her. God did he want to kiss her. He parked in visitors and saw her car parked in the normal spot, some old lady let him in the front door so he didn’t even get the rejection of buzzing. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hand hovering over the door, fist ready to knock. He took a deep breath and knocked, his entire body freezing up, he’d never told anyone that he was inlove with them before. He’d never been inlove with anyone else but her. She swung the door open, she was in his old Weezer tshirt with nothing but boy short underwear underneath. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and opened his mouth to speak, she slammed the door in his face. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here Luke?” She shouted through the door. 

“Please Y/N..open the door..” He mumbled against the hard wood. 

“I’m not really up for being completely humiliated today thank you.” She said and Luke’s heart slowed down and started to hurt at the fact that he had hurt her. She was tough, rarely ever cried, never reacted to the things people would say about her. 

“Remember when we first met? Remember when you called me a lanky fuckhead?” He heard her stifle a giggle from behind the door. “We’ve come a long ass way since then. You’ve been there for me during the best and worst times of my life, you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you go this easy.” He breathed out and the door flew open. She was internally fighting every urge to kiss him, he could see it in her eyes.

“Say it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Or I’ll shut the door in 3-2-”

“I’m inlove with you.” He spat out and it felt like a 500 pound weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “I love your curves and all your edges..all your perfect imperfections-” She laughed and punched his shoulder.

“Stop quoting John Legend lyrics you idiot, can’t you just be serious for one second?” She pulled him in by the collar of the shirt and wrapped her arms around him, digging her face into his chest. “I missed you…so much. It was so weird..not talking to you, it killed me. You look like shit by the way.” She smiled and looked up at him, she really didn’t mean it. Because to her, Luke always looked like the love of her life. Luke kissed the top of her head. “The beard is pretty hot though..”

“Oh yeah?” Luke raised his eyebrow and looked down at her, the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. 

“Yeah.” She stuck her tongue out and he brushed the loose hair falling down in front of her face behind her ear. 

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He mumbled before cupping her cheek and placing a hard kiss on her lips. He’d been waiting so long to kiss her, and now that he finally had, he just wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life. He rested his forehead on hers and she smirked. “God, your lips are perfect. And your cute little nose.  And your eyes, I could just stare into them forever I swear to god.” 

“Lukeeee.” She whined and giggled. “Stop being all cheezy and weird now. I don’t want this to change everything..” She frowned and Luke shook his head.

“Nothing is going to change, except for the fact that I get to finally kiss you and tell you all the dirty things I want to do with you.” He licked his lips and all the hair on the back of her neck stood up. 

 “Dork.” 

“You love me.” 

“Unfortunately..”

“Rude!” Luke pulled her into a crushing hug and kissed her face all over, he swore to god he’d never been this happy in his entire life.

(Translation) Sore wa Sasayakana Koi no Hajimari vol.2 [Tokuten]

それはささやかな恋のはじまり vol.2 三浦綾人, Stellaworth tokuten (R18! Proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Fukushima Jun


T/N: As promised!!

Tbh I probably have a crush on Ayato because god damn he is sweet like HE’S THE SWEETEST CHARACTER… god why doesn’t this guy exist

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wtf is this why did i write angst again - open the door...

“Alexander.” Magnus rested his forehead on the door, messy bangs fanned in front of his forehead. “Please, open up.”

Alec sat with his back against the timber, feeling a raw coldness crawling up his back, yet droplets of sweat rolled down his temple one by one. The pain shook through his skull as his tilted head banged on the door hardly, staring up the blank ceiling.

“I know you are here.” The warlock’s voice sounded shaky, tears flowed out his swollen cat eyes. “Open the door.“

The Shadowhunter was devastated. He brought his knees up and hugged them tightly against his chest, shuddering violently as the tears made wet tracks down his cheeks.

"Forgive me…” Magnus pressed his hand on the wooden door, tracing the grooved texture that felt rough with his fingertips. “I’m so sorry…”

Alec squeezed his eyes shut. He rested his forehead on his wobbling knees.

“Please don’t say we’ve end this.” Regretfulness choked at his throat, turning Magnus’ voice into a whisper.

You’re gonna go back to that person anyway, so why bother saying such things?

“I never wanted to leave you at all.” Magnus licked his dry and trembling lips.

Yet you won’t let me go… The Shadowhunter bit his lip, so hard that blood dribbled down and stained his white shirt.

“Please…” Magnus furrowed his brows painfully.

Fake lies… Alec covered his ears with his calloused palms. Why are you torturing me everytime?

“Alec, answer me.” The warlock tried to sound firm, but he had never been so vulnerable before.

Why won’t you let me go? Alec fisted his fingers brutually, whitening his knuckles all the way.

“Alexander, are you crying?” Magnus tasted the salty tears in his mouth.

Leave me alone!  Alec’s heart was wrung savagely, the blood invading even the small space of chinks at the fingertips.

“I’m begging you.“ The warlock let out a faint whisper, sliding down the door as his knees failed to hold him up anymore.

"And I’m be—begging you too! Go b—back!” The Shadowhunter let out a hoarse cry, collapsing on the floor weakly. He sealed his lids tight, shaking his head as he was unwilling to listen to any of the lies. 

JIKOOK EVIDENCEs - PART 8

All in the video, thing I want to say is they have done this licking for months, always just the 2 of them… Eyeing each other through the front camera, then start to have sexy/provocative expressions (eyes, lips…), especially is Jeon (not baby) Jungkook -_- literally only them!

Legend of Korra, "Of Texting"

Summary: (College!AU) Morning person v Night Owl. (Be the Peaf Prompt 44- “you know what they say, nothing good happens after 2am”)

Rating: M- because of sex references and potty mouth language

Pairing: sorta Makorra and Irosami 

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(She spends her nights out and then complains about being tired in the morning. He spends his nights in and contemplates the murder of anyone who dares to contact him after 2am.)

When he wakes up at 2:31 in the morning, he does so to the sound of his phone persistently buzzing on his bedside table. His first attempt at continuing to sleep without expending the energy to turn it off includes stuffing his pillow over his ears, rolling over, and groaning loudly as a cosmic plea for it to stop. It’s late- or early, whatever- and he hates the night time and he hates being woken up in the middle of the night more and he cannot expend the humanity to care about who is on the other side of that text, no matter how persistent they are.

His willpower doesn’t last that long under the near-constant buzzing, though. After a good two minutes of steadfast resistance, his hand finally gropes for his phone in the dark. He hisses at the brightness that assaults his face when he unlocks it.

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Birthday Boy

Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a fic about Dean and the Reader falling in love. Reader would be all goody two shoes, but with a thing for guys like Dean. He comes to town for a job, and meets Reader. It can be smutty, or wherever you want to take it.

Word Count: 2,828

Warnings: Some *clears throat* making out

Author’s Note: All the Dean Girl feels. I can’t – I just can’t, you guys *sobs in a corner*

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