Kiss & Tell
Braidedribbon asked for Jawline Kiss and Hermann/Newt:
"Your jaw is ridiculous, dude.” Newton’s words were mitigated somewhat by the fact that he was currently dragging his finger along the jawline in question, but it still caused Hermann to withdraw slightly. Many people had mocked him for many things over the years, his prominent jaw being only one of them.
Newton frowned, reaching out as Hermann pulled back.
"I meant that in the best possible way. It’s gorgeous. It’s unique. It’s part of what makes you you." He was chuckling though, which made it hard to take him seriously.
"Still don’t believe me?" Newton pulled off his glasses, squinting at Hermann in what was likely supposed to be a seductive manner. On Newton it just made him look more myopic than usual, which finally made Hermann smile slightly.
What finally cemented things, though, was the feel of Newton’s teeth dragging along Hermann’s jawbone, followed by the shocking heat of his tongue.
"See? Told you, it’s an amazing jaw."
Megglesthetribble asked for Kiss Along The Hips and Dean/Castiel:
Dean’s body is a stunning map of scars. There are the obvious ones; years’ worth of knife wounds, claw wounds, tooth marks, the occasional bullet graze. There’s the Mark of Cain. There’s the handprint on his shoulder, which is one of Castiel’s favourites, for more reasons than just the obvious.
But down here, low across his stomach, they’re fewer and farther between. Still there, but with all the layers Dean’s prone to wearing, his torso gets far less abuse than his arms do.
Nonetheless, Castiel thinks as he trails his lips over one faint, puckered line bisecting Dean’s right hip, they are as beautiful as all the others.
BootsNBlossoms asked for Upside-Down Kiss and Stiles/Derek:
Derek had to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Stiles had managed to slide halfway under the railing, those long, lanky legs of his caught between the top and bottom slats. His torso and head were hanging down, roughly at the middle of the staircase, putting his face just at eye height. His t-shirt had got all rucked up under his arms, exposing the lightly freckled expanse of his chest.
"Oh shut up. Get me down or I’ll… I’ll…" Stiles flailed and grumbled, but ran out of steam halfway through, realising he quite literally didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Snickering, Derek stepped closer. “You’ll what? Pretty sure you’re in no position to be making threats…” he reached out, tracing the definition on Stiles’ abdomen, outlining muscles that hadn’t been there two years ago. He felt the hitch in Stiles’ breathing, knew it had nothing to do with the ridiculous pose he was in.
Derek leaned in, enough to feel the huff of Stiles’ breath on his mouth. He parted his lips, running his tongue across Stiles’ lower lip - or was it his upper lip. Stiles opened his mouth invitingly, and Derek slipped his tongue in, nipping gently on Stiles’ lips as he did so. Before things got too heated, he stepped backwards and smirked.
"I think I’ll leave you here for a bit. I can finally get some work done without you bouncing around like a teenager who forgot his Adderall."
"Hey!" Stiles whined, jerking his hips in an attempt to free himself as Derek stepped away. "I am a teenager who forgot his Adderall.”
Anonymous asked for Cheek Kiss and Dean/Castiel:
"Y’know, Cas, I don’t know how you do it." Dean’s voice was rougher than usual, gravelly with sleep as they lay curled up together under a pile of comforters.
"Do what?" Castiel did many things, several of which were far beyond any human’s comprehension. Dean came close on several occasions, though.
"Your stubble, dude." His fingers reached out, tracing the shadowy outline of the hair along his cheekbone. "Every day, it’s exactly the same."
Castiel laughed softly. “It’s a… vessel thing. Unless I think about it, nothing really changes.”
Dean’s fingers continued stroking, the rough callouses on them catching on the faint stubble now and then.
"I could get rid of it."
"No, Cas. Don’t. It suits you. Besides…" Dean’s voice dropped even lower as he scooted closer. He brushed his lips over the stubble. "Feels nice when I do that."
i-write-sins-not-math-homework asked for Forehead Kiss and Ten/Rose:
The light of two separate moons limned Rose’s cheeks, turned her gold hair silver. She was curled up peacefully on a blanket, having run out of steam as they watched the skies around them turn green and purple.
Sometimes he forgot how perfectly human she was. She was so brave, so curious, so eager, that sometimes it was easy to neglect the fact that she needed to sleep on a regular schedule. She mumbled softly in her sleep, mumbled something about her mum.
The Doctor smiled, pulling the quilt around her as he dusted his lips across her brow. He tucked her hair carefully behind her ear as he murmured softly, “Sweet dreams.”