intense make out

Crossing the Line

As promised, the next installment, NSFW. Implied sexual content (definitely consensual thought-don’t let the title worry you). I’ve never written an intense make-out like this before, so…take that for what it’s worth, I guess. 

This takes place in the middle of “LBD’s and Cherry Grenadine,” and fills in the oft-requested “What happened after they went upstairs that night?” Also fills the “My ex is here make out with me” prompt requested by @captainskysolo

As always, I love to hear what you have to say, especially after this one. Feel free to send me prompts–but know that this is as NSFW as I write.

Keep reading

I miss you

“I miss you,” I said.
Dan laughed, a sound I almost couldn’t bear for the need it gave me to hug him or kiss him or hold him in some way. “I miss you too! Lots and lots.” He pulled a puppy dog face and I physically felt my heart melt inside my chest. “But I’ll be home soon! It’s only another week. I’m sorry it’s taking so long, but we had to stay long enough to meet with the publishers of our photo book, and there isn’t another plane with available seats.”
This made more sense, and the chronic worry id been struggling to suppress dissipated a little. It was so, so easy to slip into the idea that dan didn’t care about me and I would never be good enough for him, not because he ever showed it in any way, but simply because of the ridiculous number of people who wanted to fuck him. Not even the Queen bee of my high school had been that sexually desired.
“Are you okay (y/n)? Look I’m really sorry, I didn’t think it would matter to you so much, I-”
Oh shit, I pissed him off. He’s going to think I’m being too clingy. “No I’m sorry, you needed to get it done, I understand, I’m not being reasonable.” I sounded too clunky and inexperienced to my own ears. I didn’t know how to express myself properly. I was messing everything up, left right and centre. I-
“No that wasn’t I meant! Oh (y/n), of course it wasn’t. I just meant that I hadn’t realised I.. I mean..”
Phil interrupted, sticking his head into view of Dan’s Web cam. “He means he didn’t expect to matter that much to you because he’s a self-deprecating little shit. Isn’t that right dan?”
Dan became covered in confusion and began many sentences, none of which he finished.
“You swore, phil!” I exclaimed, hiding a smile. “Since when??”
“Yeah, what’s happening to the world?” He grinned. “I dunno, I’m finding it weirdly liberating. Maybe I’ll swear more often. Did dan ever tell you about how we nearly didn’t get to Australia, by the way?”
“Anyway,” Dan said hastily. “I just needed to tell you we’ll be back in a week, so-”
“And he nearly blinded himself!!” Phil called, no longer in view.
“I’ll catch you later!” Dan said, and abruptly slammed his laptop shut.
I grinned to myself. None of that would be anything serious, otherwise dan would have told me and phil wouldn’t have joked about it, but I was intrigued.

                               *  *  *
“Cheese,” I muttered to myself. “Don’t tell me we’re out of cheese.”
When I was by myself, I always managed to slip into the habit of talking to myself, which amused dan immensely whenever he caught me doing it. It also amused him that I liked to make pizzas from scratch, not because I was afraid of the calories in a pizza, but just because I enjoyed it. He said it defeated the point of pizzas.

I was standing in the middle of the kitchen with all the cupboard doors open, woefully clutching the sugar tongs and lamenting the lack of cheese when the doorbell rang. My curiosity was limited, given that my mind was otherwise occupied, and I almost tripped over Dan’s shoes lying in the hallway, and clattered haphazardly down the stairs, wondering if I should bother going to the shop on a cheese quest or if I should just give up and order Domino’s.

All these thoughts screeched abruptly to a halt like a succession of cars pulling emergency stops to avoid a dog on a motorway when I opened the door.

“Hey,” he said, smile a little uncertain and vulnerable, and the idea that he could still be uncertain now, after all this time, splintered my heart a little bit.
“Fuck,” I said.
“May I come in?” He asked, with a mixture of sarcasm and vulnerability that made my knees a little weak, and, not trusting myself to speak again, I pulled him to me by the front of his sweatshirt and kissed him. He shuddered, his case falling from his grasp and his hands winding into my hair, trembling fingers and a wondering gaze and lips so hot against mine. His hair was warm and soft and I couldn’t bear it, everything so much as I had longed for that for a moment I couldn’t stand it.
“Are you okay?” He murmured, turning his face into my neck.
“No,” I answered, pulling him into the apartment. He made a small noise of protest and reached back to retrieve his case, and then the door closed on the street and his eyes were huge and brown and beautiful in the sudden comparitive darkness, and his hair was ruffled and curly and soft and his lips were slightly parted and he was staring at me without the slightest awareness that he was. I felt suddenly uncomfortably conscious of my appearance, and the knowledge that I wasn’t wearing any makeup and was wearing his huge university hoodie, and I couldn’t remember if I’d brushed my hair or if I’d washed it this morning, or the last time I’d slept properly.
“I’m making pizza,” I breathed.
“Are you,” he murmured. I felt the air move when he spoke, his face closer to mine, pale and exhausted but beautiful, and I suddenly remembered that we weren’t in an angsty teen novel, we were adults, and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
“Don’t leave again.”
“I’m not sure if I could.” His hand came up and cupped my chin, his thumb brushing my cheek gently, and I struggled to meet his gaze but persevered, my jaw setting, and he laughed at that, at our ridiculousness and inadequacy, and I threw him up against the wall and kissed him again. He hit the wall hard, jolting a hiss of surprise from his lips, and I dug my nails into the small of his back, rucking up his sweatshirt and feeling his sharp intake of breath when the cool air of the hallway hit his bare stomach. He lifted me up and I wound my legs around his waist, clinging to his back as he carried me up the stairs, my chin jarring once against his shoulder.

“I was making pizza,” I informed him again, more as a matter of general interest than with the expectation of it having any effect, as he threw me bodily onto his bed and collapsed on top of me, pulling the covers over us.
“Mmmm.” He kissed my neck, soft hair tickling. I slid my hands into it again with a sigh. Our legs tangled warm in the sea of cold, crisp sheets, and he pulled the duvet up over his head like a tent and looked up at me, wide adorable eyes and tousled hair and a sexy half smile that turned my insides to syrup.
“I love you,” I said.

just a regular conversation at work

colleague: what made you so sad after episode 11?
me: the way yuuri reacted after his short program, because he touched the ice during that quadruple flip, it would’ve meant the world to him to be able to do it perfectly! and then he got all anxious about victor, he thinks he’s holding him back, because he’s not there on the ice rink alongside the other skaters. and that baka doesn’t say anything either, he doesn’t tell yuuri what he’s actually thinking! but above all i’m sad the show is ending…
colleague: i see what you mean, but victor showed yuuri how he felt about him the best way he could. he can’t reassure him all the time. he’s wearing his ring, that should be proof enough.
me: unfortunately, someone like yuuri needs constant reassurance, because years of insecurities don’t disappear overnight
colleague: that’s true, but it’s not victor’s fault. he’s doing what he can, i guess…
me: well, we don’t know what they talk about off-screen, but on-screen they haven’t had a proper conversation about their personal and professional relationship once the GPF is over. what victor should to do is tell yuuri what decisions he’s made, what he wants to do from now on
colleague: it would be nice if he could do that, but victor has been alone for so long… he had issues, too, that he needed to figure out
me: yeah, he clearly had his own issues, b-but…
colleague: he’ll tell yuuri in his own time
me: what time?? there are only 23 minutes left!

I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way her lips locked perfectly with mine, the way I felt when I kissed her, how intensely we kissed each other, everything. She tasted amazing, too. My breathing had grown heavier when I had tasted her mouth and such. She was an absolute masterpiece, an angel. She was unbelievably stunning. She was on top of me and as we kissed, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her close to me. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I had decided to kiss her harder. I couldn’t help but run my hands under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was soft, and at the same time her body was absolutely perfect. I can still remember that night vividly–we kissed each other so intimately and hard, our lips were wet and my love for her had increased majorly. Her body was soft and oh-so perfect. She is my everything. She is mine, and no one else’s. I truly am the luckiest person on this planet.
—  I love you.
Best way to keep warm.

Yoongi; Drabble

“You mean an intense make out session?”

You were on the phone, chatting up with your best friend as you got a few snacks for your movie night. For which he was inevitably late. But you couldn’t really blame him, he was busy. Being an idol drained the life out of him, and he was always tired. But overtime, you learnt to be patient with him.

It was the start of winter, a cruel one indeed. Even under your sweats you felt exposed to brutal cold.

A loud thud interrupted your train of thoughts, a clear sign that yoongi was home. A tired and dead yoongi to be specific. His usual calm self that loved to sneak up behind you just to scare you would be replaced by one that barely has any energy left to move.

You cut the call, mumbling a small goodbye, carrying a bowl of popcorn over.

The cold winter breeze, flows through the air, reminding you of the weather, one that must’ve effected him as much as it had you.

His body was lazily thrown across the couch, hand shielding his eyes from the non-existent light of the dim room.

His body was wrapped in layers trying to keep warm in the weather. Cold piercing every inch of exposed skin.

“Are you going to just sleep today?”

Moving to his side, you push him up on his feet, an action he clearly doesn’t appreciate as his face contorts to a frown.

“Do we really have to?” An audible groan escaped his lips, as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “How about we cuddle?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, maybe in an innocent persons view it’s nothing much, but a couple of years with him and you’ll understand well what he means by cuddle.

“So we’re talking about an intense makeout session aren’t we?” You say turning around to face him with a smirk.

The window rattles as wind flows in the already freezing apartment, causing your body to shiver.

“What better way to keep warm?”

With a soft chuckle, he slowly leaned in to capture your lips in his. His hands finding home in the small of your back, pulling you closer than humanely possible.

Definitely the best way to keep warm.

Sherlock is going to initiate that kiss but he’s going to move slowly, almost stopping himself from doing it. He’s going to softly, gently, kiss John and John isn’t going to immediately take it.  Sherlock, sensing resistance, will pull away and we’ll see John’s startled face.  John will blink his eyes repeatedly, barely holding in his wave of affection and emotion.  Sherlock will frown slightly, and shudder “John… I’m sorry… was that not good?  Did I do it wrong?” and John’s almost heartbroken face is going to snap into understanding and lunge at Sherlock’s mouth.  Martin “do it with a look” Freeman is going to show us why his character is called ‘Captain John Watson’ and we’ll see seven years worth of suppressed desire burst forth in that short moment.  

And that, dear children, is how the most intense make-out scene of modern television will go down.   

Honestly I just love making out, even if they don’t lead to anything more. I just love it when you grab eachother so tight even when you’re skin on skin and you’re still trying to pull them closer and you’re just making out intensely, like aw, that’s the best.

when you feel really guilty for missing a fictional character’s birthday so you try to make yourself feel better by reading various articles about theoretical mathematics because they’re theoretically a mathematician except you feel three times as bad because math is hard but you can just feel them over your shoulder subconsciously guilt tripping you because you gave them the stupid birthday in the first place

I’m backkk♡ It’s a little short, but I hope you like it :)

Lights are dimmed, and a random movie is playing on the TV.
You and Dylan are engaged in an intense make out session that somehow left the two of you down on your underwear. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip, and you part your lips to let his tongue in. You let out a small moan as his tongue fight with yours for dominance. Even though you want to have actual sex until marriage, you’ve been thinking that, maybe, you could try some other things with you boyfriend. After all, a little fun wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?
The guy’s hands rest on your hips, and you push your hips against him, smirking. He lifts his hips up, pulling you as close as possible.
You start grinding on him, crashing your lips against his.
“Faster”, Dylan moans. You whimper at the feel of his crotch pressed against you. The fabric brushing against your clit, making you even more wet.
You breathe heavily, and he starts kissing your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.
He reaches behind you to undo your bra, releasing your breasts. You push yourself more into Dylan as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. His tongue circles around your nipple, biting it. You whin in pleasure, as he moves to your other breast to show the same attention.
“D-Dyl”, you moan, feeling your release bubbling up at the pit of your stomach as you ride him. He leaves love bites on your chest. You’re close and Dylan can tell from your moans.
“Cum for me, baby” he says, bucking up into you. You cry out in pleasure, not having to hear him tell you twice, you come.
“I love you”, you say, placing a sweet kiss on his lips before going upstairs to get cleaned up.
“And I love you, y/n”


Moving from the bar to the dance floor   (*/▽\*)

KaeRyo headcanon..#10

Ryoma is feeling extremely insecure about Kaede’s love for him one day. He asks Kaede if she still loves him and Kaede just looks at Ryoma and kisses him passionately. Then when Kaede pulls away she smiles and says, “Does that answer your question?” to which Ryoma replies, “Yeah, but I’m not completely clear on it. Can you show me again?” Then Kaede laughs and kisses him again, more passionately this time. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a closeted transboy and I'm 13. And I've been quite prone to phases in the past, and I'm scared that me being trans in another one. I want to be a boy so much, but the feelings has lost their intensity. I still feel this way but not as intense as before. I envision a future where I am male though...

I know it’s hard to not be sure of yourself, but give it some time. You’re still young. It’s normal for your feelings of wanting to be a boy to lose some intensity or to fluctuate. The only way you’ll be able to know for sure if the feelings are going to come back, stay the same, or go away completely, is to wait and see what happens. Keep track of how you feel about your gender (personally, I used a private livejournal account for a long time because it tracks your tags and I could easily see that I used the tag “male” way more often than anything else) and see what you find. In the mean time, keep yourself active and occupied so you don’t spend too much time dwelling on being unsure about your gender.


jealous (isaac lahey one-shot)

Prompt: Isaac sees Saga and Scott get a little too close for comfort and accidentally kinda spills the beans about his feelings towards her.

Requested: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” from THIS PROMPT LIST.

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Saga

Warnings: intense making out, awkward Isaac, visual biology, and honestly just expect some swearing lol sorry

A/N: ISAAC LAHEY YAS. Cute baby boy. Lil puppy angel. I love this kid, so I hope you guys love this one-shot. (sorry I’m so cheesy) Please tell me what you think & let me know if you guys would like more of this! Thank you, much love xoxox

PS: pls pretend his eyes flash golden in the gif.

“Seriously, Scott, I fucking owe you. I honestly wouldn’t have passed without your help,” I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. “You’re the greatest friend I could ask for and I know you like me better than Stiles. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

“A) You are very welcome, it is an honor to be your friend.” Scott squeezes me and spins us both around. “And B) Stiles is walking over so I can’t confirm or deny anything.”

We laugh and he puts me down just as Stiles walks over and eyes us suspiciously.

“What is going on? What were you two weasels planning behind my back?!” He glares at us and Scott and I can’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“We were only planning your demise,” I shrug and Scott nods. “Don’t worry, I talked him out of using fire ants as a torture method.”

“Y-” Stiles looks disgusted as we laugh even harder. “You two are evil! Pure evil!”

Stiles continues to cringe and yell as Scott and I lean against each other, smiling at the small destruction we’ve caused.

“What’s going on here?” Isaac walks over and I try my hardest to control my breathing and my heart rate.

“Oh, nothing. Saga and I were just–”

“THEY ARE PLANNING MY DESTRUCTION, ISAAC!” Stiles hides behind the 6 foot god. “Help me.”

“Actually,” Scott wraps an arm around my shoulders and smiles down at me. “Saga and I were celebrating her passing her Biology finals!”

“What? Congratulations!” Isaac smiled at me and I’m very sure my heart rate skyrocketed. Way to keep cool.

“Wait, seriously. So I’m not gonna be destroyed?” Stiles fist pumps the air and smiles at me. “But good job, Saga. I’m glad you passed your Bio final. I’m starting with my History final tomorrow, so please wish me luck.”

“Stiles you are a genius. Don’t sweat. Besides,” I whisper and he leans closer. “I got Lydia to tutor you.”

“NO. NO WAY!” He screeches and runs off to the men’s bathroom.

“Your best friend is so wierd,” I whisper under my breath and Scott laughs. “Thank you again for helping me pass.”

I wrap my arms around Scott and I swear I hear Isaac growl a few feet away. By the time I look back, he’s perfectly back to normal. Wait, is he smiling?

“It’s my pleasure, Saga,” Scott smiles and I turn back to him. “Now, I gotta go get ready. Tonight’s a big night.”

“I know. Text me and let me know how it goes!” I smile as Scott nods and walks off. “BE SAFE!”

“OKAY MOM!” Scott yells back and walks out the doors.

I turn to face Isaac who doesn’t seem so happy now. I frown and look at him, causing him to roll his eyes and shake his head.

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

“Okay, grumpy pants,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me.

“Why don’t you say that a little louder, Saga?” He turns to fully face me, arms crossed against his broad chest and his pelvis in perfect view for–NO, do not think like that right now. He’s being annoying.

“I called you grumpy pants, Isaac. Why are you so pissed?!” I poke his chest and he growls, eyes flashing yellow as I glare at him.

“I’m not pissed,” he whispers, trying to contain himself. “I just don’t think it’s okay for you and Scott to be all cuddly when he’s, he’s–”

“He’s what, Isaac. Spit it out,” I lean to the side and look up at him, his sea blue eyes resurfacing as the golden glares retreat.

“He’s annoying,” Isaac pouts and huffs out, his arms now resting at his sides.

“He’s annoying? Really? Is that the best you could come up with?” I roll my eyes and begin walking, Isaac quickly following. “He’s one of my best friends. He promised to help me study if I helped him with asking a girl out. Relax.”

“So you two just studied and stuff. Nothing else?” He sounds slightly relieved so I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, not that it’s any of my business. I was just wondering.”

Wait a minute,” Isaac and I stop walking and I turn to face him. “Are you jealous?

“J-Jealous? What, no! Why would I–” I slowly take a step towards Isaac and he gets flustered. “Why would I–” I take another step towards him, his back hitting the wall as I stop a foot away from him.

“Why would you be jealous?” I whisper, my breath fanning against his neck as I took one final step closer to him. “I don’t know, really. Why would you be jealous?”

My nails slowly trail up his chest and reach his neck, I feel his breathing get ragged under my touch. Our eyes meet and he slowly inches closer, his face a hair away from mine. I brush my lips against his and slowly pull away. Isaac lets out a small growl and I bite down on his bottom lip. His hands rest against my hips and he presses my hips against his. I whimper against his lips and he smirks, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it. My hands move up to the back of his neck and–

“AHEM!” Isaac and I jump away from one another as Lydia and Stiles watch us, amused and disgusted.

“Okay, did you get Lydia to tutor me so you and Isaac could reproduce in the hallways?” Stiles gagged. “I get that you passed Bio, but please keep the visual representations at home.”

onemonthonefanfic  asked:

kirk and uhura for the brotp challenge?

dude kirk and uhura are one of my absolute favorite brotps and i’m so glad you asked. okay.

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: uhura. she’s shameless. so when she finds out about tarsus, she’s horrified because she’s been stealing food from someone who literally almost starved to death. but when she tries to stop, jim just starts throwing his fries at her and just like that things aren’t weird anymore.
who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: kirk. except it’s like playing chicken and uhura’s too stubborn to duck, so they end up kissing for real most of the time. the intensity of these make outs depends on how annoying the person asking was.
who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: uhura. most of the time. but hoo boy, you can bet jim never lets her forget it when he has to bail her out for decking an asshole starfleet admiral and then “accidentally” broadcasting an embarrassing video of him to three separate planets.
who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: they both do, but it’s usually kirk. uhura has a lot to vent about.
who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: kirk tried this once and couldn’t walk right for a week.
who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: they both try. uhura wins.
who starts and who wins the pillow fights: jim starts them, but only when he’s too drunk to remember what happened the time before because uhura. takes. no. prisoners.
who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: kirk. he enjoys seeing his first officer squirm.

send me a brotp!

Dating Spencer Hastings would include

-Growing close because you take the same AP and Honors courses

-One day she invited you over to hang out

-This lead to an intense make out session

-You go to everyone of her field hockey games to cheer her on

-She swoops you up into a celebratory kiss whenever the team wins

-Having sleepovers in the barn

-Giggling because her sarcasm is hilarious

-She joins in laughing because your smile is contagious

-“Goodnight Angel”

-She falls asleep laying half way on top of you with her head nuzzled in you neck

-Whoever wakes up first will lightly brush the hair out of the others face

-Always comforting her when her family makes her feel bad

-Holding each other’s hands and looking into each other’s eyes

-Braking into smiles

-“God I love you (y/n)”

-Holding each other for a long time just enjoying the hug

-Not much PDA unless she’s worried for your safety and she just wants to hug and kiss you

-She does everything she can to protect you from A

-Borderline panic attacks whenever A mentions anything to do with you

-You can tell something’s bothering her and convince her to tell you about it

-You aren’t very close to the other girls and you don’t want to pry into their business so you only involve yourself if you think Spencer is in danger

-Enjoying every moment together as if it’s your last

Originally posted by hazugcsajoktarsasaga