long kiss

I'm the Only One

(your rec was good, they always are, but I couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for, so I wrote it. Enjoy Aeren!)

“Do you even understand how perfect you are in every way?” Dean asked as he gently tugged the socks off Sam’s long feet. He kissed the arch of Sam’s right foot, followed by his left as Sam giggled and squirmed. Dean slipped soft fingertips up inside the cuff of Sam’s jeans and stroked the inside of his ankle. “So smart, so funny, so beautiful.” Dean crooned to the inside of Sam’s slender ankles as his long arms reached up and tugged at the waist of the jeans to pull them down Sam’s long legs. Sam laughed breathlessly as he lifted his hips off the bed to make it easier for Dean to get his clothes off. “You’ve already got me, you don’t need to seduce me anymore.” He added and Dean stopped, a frown on his pretty face as he looked up and caught Sam’s eye. “You’re wrong, so wrong. How can someone so perfect be so wrong? I always need to seduce you. You don’t know, do you?” Dean asked, pausing to dip his head down and press kisses into the muscular, hairy calves now exposed to him. “You don’t know how amazing you are Sammy. How much I worship you. So I have to tell you. I have to show you.” He looked back up just in time to see Sam avert his eyes and for the apples of his cheeks to turn the slightest pink. “You’ll know by the time I’m done.” Dean promised and bent his head back to his task, worshipping those mile-long legs. The pale skin and dark hair looked so amazing to him, and he tickled the pit behind Sam’s knobbly, colt knees to see him kick and giggle. “These long legs. They make you stand out in in crowd. They look so good in jeans, or your fed suit or in nothing at all, but they really look best in the air.” Dean smirked and kissed above the knee as he dug his fingers into the tough muscle of Sam’s thighs. Sam groaned and went limp, melting into the bed and Dean pulled himself closer and massaged those thick thighs.“So strong and they make you go so fast. I only run so fast because I have to keep up with you. BUt the view from behind….” Dean trailed off as he slipped his fingers up the backside of Sam’s boxers and rubbed his rough fingertips over the soft skin at the crease of butt and thigh. “Dean, I promise, that’s enough.” The words were breathless and anyone with eyes could see the monsted cock tenting the front of Sam’s boxers, but Dean would not be deterred. He shifted his body to one side of Sam’s and lay down next to him on the bed, skipping over the boxers and jumping right up to Sam’s face. Dean cupped SAm’s face between his hands. “Do you know how precious your face is to me. So expressive, little brother. So gorgeous. YOu could stop traffic. You could get me going with the lift of an eyebrow or the flash of a dimple. Your pretty eyes and your nose and perfect perfect pink lips.” He paused to press a kiss to those perfect lips. “And it’ll be enough when you’re beyond words. When you can’t speak. That’s when it’s enough.” He added in a whisper like a secret. “Your brain , though, baby boy. Your brilliant, brilliant mind. You’ve come up with so many solutions to problems. You’ve saved us over and over and over again. You’re brilliant and it makes you shine.” Dean tilted Sam’s head so that he could press a kiss into the hair at the top of SAm’s head. “This long neck. It’s drives me crazy Sammy. The way it shines with sweat. The way it turns red when you exert yourself. I want to have my mouth on it all the time.” He licked up the side of Sam’s neck, ending at the corner of Sam’s perfect, stubbled jaw. “Your shoulders, man, you could be a model. So big, so strong. Everyone who sees you thinks about it. These big arms and shoulders lifting them up and holding them in the air or…my personal favorite… up against a wall. Love it when you get all Alpha on me, little brother. My BIG little brother.” Dean trailed a line of kisses from elbow, up Sam’s bicep, across his collarbone and then down the other bicep to his elbow. “And you hands. They might be my favorite part of you. Show the whole world what they’re missing out on. Those long fingers; they can be so delicate and yet they’re so strong. And they’re so good and fingering me open. You find all the right spots every time.” Dean sucked Sam’s middle finger into his mouth and pulled it back out, repeating the action with his index finger and back again until both were shining with saliva. Sam was panting, his stomach heaving with each breath and his neck shining with sweat. “Please Dee. I get it, I get it.” He whined as Dean nipped the end of his fingertips. “Nah, you can still talk Sammy. And I’m just getting to the best part: your chest. Fuck, look at this chiseled from marble chest. Jesus, you could fit right in at a museum with all the classics. But, if you were on display I couldn’t do this.” Dean opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the muscle of Sam’s pec above his nipple, causing Sam to arch his back and breathe out a harsh, turned-on breath. Dean sucked the skin into his mouth and let his teeth dig into the muscle until he almost broke the skin, then he released it and pulled back, admiring his mark on the perfect skin. “Love marking you as mine. Love having my teeth marks and finger bruises in your perfect skin.” Dean breathed over the giant, quickly purpling bruise, then snaked his tongue out over the peaked, tan nipple below it causing a squeak and a breathed “fuck” from Sam. “Still talking, I’m not doing a good enough job.” He repeated the bite on the other side then pinched both SAm’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making sure they were as peaked as could be and nice and red with attention. He skimmed down Sam’s stomach. “Baby. Baby. this fucking stomach. It makes me stupid. Look at these hipbones, perfect handholds. Look at these angled obliques pointing me right in the direction I want to go. And Jesus. This line of hair leading down from your belly button right into your boxers.” Dean turned his head to the side and licked the hair in question, groaning like it tasted like a gourmet meal. “You make me crazy baby. I think you’re ready.” he curled his fingers into the waist of Sam’s boxers and wiggled them down over his giant cock, pulled them down his mile-long legs and tossed them off the end of the bed. “It people only knew” he whispered reverently as his lips closed, soft and wet, around the purpled head of Sam’s uncut cock. He wrapped a hand around the big shaft and pulled the foreskin back even more, the wet sound it made making both of them throb. He lipped at the head, loving the smell and the taste and the way that Sam whined and twisted and whimpered under him. No matter how many times he’d tried over the years, Sam’s massive cock is something that Dean can only take one way; it makes him choke and gag even only half-way in and that was not the kind of worship Sam needed. Dean shoved himself off the bed, tossing a bottle of his favorite lube towards Sam on the bed. “Can you help me baby?” He asked, tearing his clothes off and tossing them all over the room. He watched, his whole body thrumming with arousal, as Sam squirted a generous amount of lube into his big palm and wrapped it around his cock, coating it with lube. Dean rushed to pull off the rest of his clothes and kneed back up onto the bed, grabbing the lube for himself and giving himself the bare minimum of prep and stretch. “I like the burn of your big cock baby. I like to feel it push me open. I like to feel you inside me, oh fuck.” Dean threw a leg over Sam’s prone body and straddled his hips, grabbing the lubed up cock and pressed the head to his hole. He rocked backwards, his own dick bouncing in front of him, as he took Sam to the root with one long groan. “That’s it” Dean breathed out as he wiggled his hips to get settled. “Love you baby boy. Now, use those hips and those core muscles that I worship so much and make me lose my mind.” He grinned down at Sam as his hands came up to grip Dean’s hips hard enough to bruise and his own hips began to roll and buck beneath Dean. With all that seduction and build up, it wasn’t long before both were covered in sweat and nearing orgasm. Dean began to swivel his hips opposite to Sam’s thrusts making Sam’s thrusts go impossibly faster as the ned beneath them shook and squeaked loudly. “C’mon baby, gimme. Fill me up” Dean grunted as he began to strip his cock, aiming for the two matched bite marks across Sam’s pecs. Sam’s hips stuttered and his muscles locked as his face twisted with pleasure and Dean could feel his thick cock pulse and empty inside him. Dean lifted his ass off Sam’s softening cock and rolled off to the side to breathe and begin to regain his head. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” Sam trailed off, his voice weak, “you really don’t have to do that everytime someone makes me feel low.” Dean rolled onto his side, squishing Sam’s arm beneath his sticky side in the process. “Yes, I do, Sammy.”

Originally posted by nerd-watching

anonymous asked:

Do you guys do Thace HCs? If you do, could I ask for some generally fluffy romantic stuff??

eye emoji, i am happy to comply with your wish my friend - Mod Lyra

  • Not really big on super long kisses or passionate ones (possibly would do those in a private setting, and during rare intimate moments), favors more short and quick kisses. He’s a bit of a stressed guy dealing with everything, so he hardly has moments of passion.
  • If Thace’s s/o is shorter than him (and honestly he’s a tall, so probably yes), then he probably has to bend down to give his s/o kisses, or even consider the fact he might have to pick up his s/o and give them kisses, set them on a surface so it’s easier on them both. He finds it cute if his s/o laughs while they’re kissing. 
  • Thace is quite protective of his s/o and does small little things to make sure that they’re okay. Would probably play into the fact when he and his s/o sleep in the same bed, he wants to be the big spoon, he likes to hold his s/o and make sure that they’re actually there. He has probably lost a lot. The one thing he doesn’t want to lose is his s/o. Would do his best to keep his s/o protected and probably would take a hit for them if it meant they would be okay. Often buries his face into their neck and squeezes their waist, to make sure they’re really there and in his arms.
  • Likes to curling his s/o’s hair around his fingers and just likes to feel how soft their hair is, or run his claws (?) through their hair, especially when they’re sleeping. He likes seeing them relax and just melt into his touch. 
  • He tends to keep a front up in front of his superiors and the rest of the galra, but when he’s around his s/o he’s visibly less tense (especially in a private setting). He kind of almost melts around them? Especially if they hold his face and ask him if anything is wrong or if something is bothering him, tries not to dump all his issues onto his s/o. Would just nuzzle their palm and crack a smile and say, “it’s nothing.”
  • Really appreciates the tender moments between him and his s/o, takes what he can when it comes to serving in the main fleet. Likes small touches he might exchange with his s/o, like a hand on the shoulder during an intense moment to make sure they’re okay, gently grabbing their elbow to grab their attention, and sometimes holding hands for a brief moment to run his thumb over their knuckles and give it a little squeeze. Probably also really likes it when his s/o rubs his ears a little bit, but will not admit it (the tint in his cheeks is super obvious though…)
  • He’s kind of a hypocrite because he values communication and honesty in his relationship but also, he’s in the blade of marmora and he can’t tell his s/o all of the dangerous stuff that he does. He feels bad for lying to his s/o, but regardless of that, he’s quite patient and a good partner to have. Would treat his s/o with the respect and love they deserve

alannastara  asked:

Prompt: waffles

I’m taking Caryl prompts at the moment.

Carol’s bare feet move silently down the hallway, dust dancing in the beams of the early morning sun that falls in through the open windows. It should smell like spring – morning dew and the first blossoming flowers, the damp green of the trees outside. It should, but it doesn’t. Instead, she breathes in the scent of coffee and baking, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she listens to the voices coming from the kitchen. They blend with the song of the birds and the gentle breeze of the wind, the long curtains kissing her bare ankles, tickling her pale skin.

“Told ya it ain’t enough milk.”

“Well, you spilled it all.”

“After I told ya. ’s gonna be bone ass dry.”

“Swear jar!”

Carol suppresses a giggle at Daryl’s frustrated grunt, tying the knot of her robe around her middle a little tighter. She stops in the door frame, leaning her shoulder against the worn wood. The sight in front of her is a heartwarming mess.

Sophia is kneeling on the edge of a chair, pushed all the way up to the counter. The powder blue apron she’s wearing is much too tall, swallowing her as she inspects a spoonful of dough. Bare feet with pink toenails move along to the tune she’s humming to herself.

Daryl seems less cheerful – not that he’d be humming songs even if he was. Wearing a grim expression to compliment his well worn sweat pants and faded t-shirt, he pokes at a small stack of waffles with a fork. “Ain’t nothin’ fluffy ‘bout ‘em.”

Carol catches a glimpse of her recipe book, propped up on the counter – the butcher’s block covered in flour and splashes of milk, bunched up paper towels, and berries scattered on a cutting board.

“We’ll just put more whipped cream on them,” Sophia suggests, turning to look at Daryl.

“Mommy!” Her eyes widen and she freezes mid-turn, still clutching the spoon in her hand. Then, quickly, disappointment washes over her features – blue eyes and pink, freckles cheeks. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh, I am surprised.” Carol offers her daughter a bright smile, but it’s not quite enough.

“We wake ya?” Daryl asks, wiping his hands on a towel and slowly making his way towards her. He’s a little better at hiding his disappointment, but it does shine through the cracks in the facade. Carol shakes her head, knowing they’ll both feel even worse if she admits that a loud thud that surely originated from the kitchen stirred her from her sleep.

Daryl smells of freshly brewed coffee when he leans in and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, lingering there. “Happy birthday,” he murmurs, his warm fingers briefly dancing down the length of her arm. The innocent touch sends a shiver down the length of her spine.

“But it was supposed to be breakfast in bed,” Sophia explains with a frustrated huff as she climbs down from the chair, nearly tripping on the bunching, stiff fabric of the apron and the too long hem of her pink pajama pants. Her daughter’s disappointment makes Carol wonder how long these two have been cooking up this idea.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

Sophia sighs a little dramatically before her face breaks into a bright smile. “Happy birthday, Mommy!”

The little girl dashes across the room and the hug nearly sends Carol stumbling backwards on the cool tiles. As she presses a kiss to the crown of her daughter’s head, she doesn’t miss Daryl’s small grin. Even after all their years together, the sight of it still takes her breath away. It took a lot of hard work to get to this point. To happy smiles and joyful hugs and messy breakfasts. It took time, sweat and tears but here they are. Together.

“So, I hear there are waffles?”

In the end, whipped cream, fresh strawberries, her daughter’s proud grin and Daryl’s thumb brushing crumbs off her lips are more than enough to make up for the dry waffles. The sheets beneath them are still warm, the windows of the bedroom wide open, sun beams tickling their skin.

It’s perfect.

isitfuckingfridayyet  asked:

Jughead Jones x reader, Reader is an artist with a crush on Jughead and the feelings are mutual but have never been addressed. One day Juggy finds readers sketchbook forgotten at his house and sees drawings of him (some are of other things and people, but mostly him) ranging from cute and innocent to erotic and sensual moments between them. He confronts her and it's a cute, fluffy mess full of long kisses and touches and azkdfuvbv please?

This is so cute! Added it to my list of requests!!! Be on the look out for it tomorrow night or the next day!


Pick someone you love, they will make this worthwhile.
Pick someone you hate, you can eat their flesh.
Pick someone you stare at, you will be there so long
Eventually they might kiss you.
Pick somebody smart. They can get you out.
Pick somebody famous. Or else you won’t meet.
Pick somebody fictional, somebody magic,
Somebody with a spaceship, a time machine.
Pick somebody dead. You can never be bored with Shakespeare,
Even watching flies swirl around his body.
(You can eat his flesh too.)


(Requested by anon)

Dating Katherine Waterston Would Include:

~ attending her plays and supporting her from the front row

~ fancy restaurant dates

~ helping her learn her lines

~ inside jokes {mainly dirty jokes - her mind is quite inappropriate}

~ watching her interviews from back stage and wondering how the hell you got so lucky

~ her bringing you to set so she doesn’t have to be away from you all the time

~ being her date to the fbawtft premiere

~ her not being able to keep the smile off her face when you fangirl when she introduces you to jk rowling

~ cuddling up and watching movies at night

~ reading books before bed

~ long, wine tasting kisses

~ mesmerising and unforgettable sex

~ showing each other off on social media

~ her talking about you in interviews

~ longing glances between each other when you’re around other people

sir-rubberlegs  asked:

9, 21, 42, 59, 62, 81

9. Describe your perfect mate

My perfect mate… A man who knows what he wants, who has a passion, who can make me laugh and mesmerize me with his smile or the way he carries himself. A man who will surprises me always and won’t give up on impressing me even after years on dating. A man who takes care of himself and wants to lift me up, who is positive and not hateful.

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? 

Besides the one person I know they have them? No.. I don’t think anyone has feelings for me.

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? 

Not.. that long. Especially if there is a true sexual attraction.

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!) 

Can I come back to you on that one? :3 I’m not in a great mind set right now. I will tag you once I’m feeling a bit better, it will be this week! Promise <3

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

 A lot of things actually.. If they hug me from behind, randomly be affectionate or show their true desire for me randomly. Being dominate. A man in a suit is always sexy, especially if he approaches me and grabs me to kiss me passionately. Small things are being romantic privately by buying a rose for no reason, or a stuffed animal since I love those. Have his long sleeved blouse rolled up so his forearms are exposed.

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

1. Manu Bennett, Jason Mamoa,  Daniel Gillies , Nyle DiMarco , Tom Hardy.

Thank you! <3


[Note: the kiss has been confirmed! Or confirmed-ish…? I’ll link the post as I get home I’m currently on mobile T.T]

oK sorry I got Angery™ and it got the better of me.

But like here’s the deal. If you’re homophobic, homosexual relationships make you uncomfortable or just don’t ship it: .


y u watch show

No but in all seriousness the show still gives the viewer an option to interpret it as a very very vERY intimate friendship between the two. It’s like you have a free trial without ads, but instead without gay. But that trial is goin out soon and you have to face the gay, sorry dude.

But if you’re just a person that wants to destroy the like first gay canon kiss of our lives, fuck you man?!

If you’ve suffered from the trauma of those party poopers (comme moi), here’s proof that it was a real kiss delivered to you by a tired fangirl who is crying at 1.am after the episode and needs to write this to be able to sleep tonight.

exhibit A

This fucking line, foreshadowing the kiss at the end of the episode, showing that the idea is already planted in Viktor’s head and he’s now planting it in ours. Even if the kiss doesn’t happen exactly at this scene.

exhibit B

Their lips being highlighted, intended to be the focus of the shot, perfectly aligned to kiss. Yuuri  has not had the time to react.

exhibit fuck you it’s canon

This shot gives us a very familiar romance trope, the surprised receiver of the kiss, Yuuri that is, widen their eyes in awe. Also, his face is not on the side! It’s directly in front of him! There is no way Viktor’s head is on the side! I don’t make the rules sweaty :)

exhibitttttttttttttt 69

Further proof that they’re in front of each other and that Viktor’s head is nOT ON THE SIDE WTF HOW COULD ANYONE COME TO THAT CONCLUSION?!  You see the faces getting closer and yet another romance trope, Viktor’s eyes shut close as their lips start to press against eachother.

exhibit okay Jules we get ittttt

But like no, you don’t?! Yuuri is surprised, shocked, but like Viktor is so fucking touchy and another hug wouldn’t leave the poor man wide eyed like a boy that just had his first kiss…-ohhhhhhhhhhh… You see where I’m getting at? One more thing to note, if they were just hugging, Viktor’s hand pulling Yuuri closer should cause Yuuri’s face to be pressed against Viktor’s shoulder, according to physics. But no it stops at Viktor’s face ;) Also the arm, I know chill I’ll get there in a bit

exhibit ffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

FUCKEN SHOCKED. It’s not like she never seen them hug, like y she be like that? Because it was a kiss.

Same here, y they so shocked?  Because it was a kiss.

And y he be so shocked? This ain’t the first time hugging?  Because wasn’t a hug it was a first kiss.

Ya know, just two bros bein bros looking at eachother lovingly in the middle of an ice rink after just making out. nO BIGGIE.

But I hear your pleads.


His head was on the side.

But like no?!? Look at exhibit fuck you it’s canon and exhibit 69 above (w8 why did i call em that?). His head must have ya know just swooshed to the side when it cut to his family looking absolutely stunned. There was time so even if in that one shot with Viktor’s head on the side, the kiss still happened.

But about his arm, you may ask. We don’t see ‘em lips and tongues entangled with each other you may say .WHAT IS THIS SCHRÖDINGER’S KISS YOU SCREAM?! But are you aware of the culture and controversy of homosexuality in Japan? This is a just a censor of a canon kiss! Like in a sex scene in a movie you don’t ask, but I don’t see em genitals making sweet love so it didn’t happen?!

Yeah thought so.  It was a kiss

Conclusion: It was a kiss, victuuri is real, love wins, now I can sleep in peace